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erenscherub · 3 years

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Thank you so much for clarifying! I love your rambling btw lol it give me more insight on both eren and readers feelings that you might not catch in the story. You have me so excited to read the rest of this story. Is it bad that apart of me want eren to get his shit together and they better their relationship together 🙈 everybody is on the fuck eren train lol and I’m just like they need to communicate, get everything out that’s hurting both of them, and work on bettering their marriage and family! ( I do not think him cheating is right btw)

Hello again, Nonnie! It’s great to see you in my inbox 🥰💕💕 you have no idea how happy it makes me to get asks like these and that someone actually reads through my Ted talks tag.

I’m sending you extra virtual hugs ❤️❤️

It’s ok to root for Eren. There’s two friends that go through all the rough drafts and one of them (A) said the same thing you did while the other (E) said Eren had a chance at redemption if he saved the reader from a near death experience.

It’s actually interesting that studies find over half of marriages do survive infidelity, yet only 16% of couples do. You know I think I’ll have to do a chapter centered around the Sunk-Cost fallacy…

Thank you so much Nonnie for that little plot bunny.

Somewhat related commentary below the cut.

When it comes down to it, life is very complex and if you nitpick at all the details, you can’t always simplify relationships to this person was the villain or make rational decisions on the fly like ‘just cut your losses and move on.’

Doesn’t justify cheating at all in the slightest.

But discussions with my friend E always help me see there’s another side to every story. The first arc is almost entirely from the reader’s perspective. It’s very easy for her to remember the amount of times Eren is absent because he wasn’t there during some pretty critical moments. So you could make the argument that he wasn’t there for her the five events when it counted, but what about his defense that you can’t eliminate his previous track record of the hundreds of times the reader was able to rely on him.

While Eren is toxic in this fic because he’s a cheater and insecurity led him to baby-trap the reader, he isn’t the only asshole in this relationship. E pointed out that it almost felt like the reader was keeping Colt and Marcel around like back-ups and doesn’t really do anything to assuage Eren’s insecurities.

While no relationship is perfect the key takeaways:

Communication is key in all relationships. So so many problems can be avoided/solved if people are willing to talk to each other and understand you can’t have it all.

Like your SO is not the enemy. There are times where there will be differences in opinion and ups and downs. But when it comes down to it, we’re all human and everyone makes mistakes.

The golden rule of moderation applies — don’t be a doormat but you do need to have the door open to allow room for error. Or I guess a better way to say it, there is nothing wrong with holding people accountable and calling them out on their shit. But you also have to be understanding that life fucks you up and no one is infalliable to error.

Don’t compromise. Instead you and your SO need to collaborate on the best solution

Also it is a HUGE red flag in relationships if your partner wants to get even and/or teach a lesson. No matter how pissed you may be at someone, you should never want to sabotage them or purposely hurt them.

This relationship is basically a blueprint of shit that shouldn’t happen and I hope no one ends up in a relationship like this.

After I finish this series, I really need to make an AU of this modern AU where Eren doesn’t cheat and they actually follow all the points above and it’s a healthy relationship. Eren’s Ever-After…? Confession Booth?

Ok. Definitely putting this under my Ted talk tag to revisit this idea later.

To whoever actually skimmed through all of this, take care of yourself, bubz! Remember to stay hydrated and get plenty of rest.

#[☆彡] — seasons #[☆彡] — tiresome ted talks #[☆彡] — anon #[☆彡] — random rambles #sending you all my love anon #also giving you an extra hug for popping in my inbox again #I always love talking with all of you #like you have no idea how much these asks help me organize my thoughts for future chapters #because writer’s block sucks ass

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professorrw · 3 years

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Don't Fake It

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Pairing: female reader x Peter Quill

Request: peter starts getting frisky with the reader but shes tired and isn’t really in the mood. He would never pressure her or anything but she wants to make him happy and feels bad saying no, so she does it and fakes her orgasm just to get it over with. Later, he somehow finds out (or knew all along, you decide) that she faked it and of course his ego is bruised and he’s kinda annoyed, but also feels guilty she didn’t tell him how she felt. So the next night, she starts coming onto him and he makes damn sure she never fakes it again. Then after, she apologizes for faking it and it gets kinda fluffy because hes like “hey, its not good for me if you’re not having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if i’m that desperate.”

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, faking an orgasm, protected sex, rough sex

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

Sleep was calling your name, digging its claws into you and dragging you into the dark depths of slumber. But there was something stopping it. That thing was Peter. He was wide awake and his sex drive was in full throttle. You weren’t feeling up to it though. The long day at work had taken a toll on you, and the only thing you wanted to do was go to sleep.

You loved Peter, everything about him. You didn’t want to deny him sex, especially when he was being so sweet about it. Your back was to him so he could cuddle you while you slept, but he started to kiss your shoulders and the part of your back that was exposed by your tank top.

“Mmm what is it baby?” you asked groggily.

“I want you,” he replied unashamedly. You could feel Quill shifting his weight behind you. He was peering over your shoulder, trying to look at you. He had missed you all day and you were finally home. What he didn’t know was that you were tired, and not in the mood.

“Oh really?” you mumbled.

“Mhm, I missed you today.” You couldn’t see him but by his sweet tone of voice you could tell that he was sticking his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You smiled and turned around, cupping his face in your hands.

"You know you're adorable right?" you teased.

He smiled, "I know, that's why you can't resist all of this." He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. He was just too cute. You didn't want to tell him no.

When you stopped laughing he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss quickly elevated, his hand snaking up your tight shirt and pressing heat against your lower abdomen. While your eyes were closed, sleep called your name once more, but you ignored it.

Peter pulled back for a minute and reached over to the night stand. He grabbed a condom and pulled his boxers down and put it on, tossing the wrapper back onto the table. He switched positions and crawled on top of you. His face drew closer and he kissed you while he pulled down your sweat shorts.

He got the lube too and squirted some on his covered dick and rubbed the leftovers around near your entrance. With dick in hand he guided his length into you, easing it in as to not hurt you. He let out a long sigh when he got to moving. At least he was feeling good, you thought. Peter was making you feel good too, but you were so tired that if it weren't for the movement you would have fallen asleep.

The pleasure wasn't building like it usually did. You wanted to cum, you wanted to show Peter that he was doing a good job. But you weren't feeling it, and you knew you weren't going to cum. You didn't want to hurt Peter's feelings so as he reached his peak speed and his head lolled back you moaned extra loud, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too," he groaned back. His hips pounded into you and his balls slapped against you as he came in his condom. You kept on moaning a little, acting like you had actually cum too.

Peter slowed then pulled out. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the bathroom to clean up. He went to take his condom off and realized there was no cum on the outside of it. You said you had cum, but there wasn't anything other than lube on there. Quill didn't want to assume you had faked it, but he didn't want to ask right away either.

He threw the condom away and went back to your bedroom. You were already out cold, and when Peter saw he sighed and crawled into bed, completely dejected. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t make you cum, and a little annoyed that you wouldn’t just tell him. But he let those thoughts drift away so he could fall asleep.

The next morning you woke up early for work again. Peter was still asleep so you didn’t wake him and instead went about your morning routine. Three minutes before you needed to leave you wrote a little note on the refrigerator for him, “I hope you slept well hunny, I’ve already left for work by the time you wake up but I just wanted to say I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

About an hour later Quill rolled out of bed and dragged himself into the kitchen. He wasn’t a morning person by any means. The coffee machine beeped and he pushed himself off of the counter to pour himself a cup. He set his mug down on the counter and went to the refrigerator to get milk and creamer. Your note, which he noticed just then, made him stop mid pull. He shut the refrigerator and took the note off so he could get a better look at it. A tired smile spread on his face.

Then he remembered last night. It was odd that there wasn’t anything on his condom, and you didn’t get up to clean yourself off right after he did. Now that he thought about it, you went straight to sleep. How unusual. He pushed the thought aside and decided he would bring it up later. It wasn’t making him mad, but he was a little wounded that you had faked it, or if you even did fake it.

Lucky for you, work was slow and you got off early. On the way home you picked up lunch for you and Peter. It was in a way an apology for your tiredness last night and faking your orgasm, whether he knew about it or not.

Keys jingling together you unlock the door and step in with takeout in hand. “Quill I’m home!” you shout.

He power walks out of the bedroom and just about tackles you into a bear hug. You giggle and kiss his stubbled cheek. “I missed you,” you say into his ear.

“I missed you moooore,” he replies. “How was work?”

“Better than yesterday, I’ll tell you that. Plus I got off early, so that’s even better. I get to spend more time with you.” You kiss his cheek again and he smiles before setting you back down. The food gets set on the kitchen counter and you pull out the chinese you got. You hand Peter his usual order and take out your own.

There’s only the quiet sound of eating for a few minutes before Peter says something. “Y/N I need to ask you something.”

You look over at him. He rarely calls you by your first name. That means he’s being serious. “What is it?”

He wants to ask about your orgasm but you’re right in the middle of eating and he doesn’t want to interrupt you. He can just ask later, he thinks to himself. He thinks of something else to ask and quickly thinks of, “Can you pass me some soy sauce?”

You quirk an eyebrow at him but hand him a few packs and go back to eating.

Later that night, a few hours later, you were laying in bed doing nothing in particular. Thoughts of last night were filling both your heads. Peter was set on trying to ask you about it, and you were set on trying to make up for it.

The both of you were sitting up in bed and you set your phone down on your bedside table and leaned over. You set a hand on Peter’s bare chest and he instantly stopped what he was doing. His eyes shot to yours, a sly smile on your face. He could tell exactly what it was you wanted.

“Peter,” you whispered against his lips. Your mouth was an inch away from his and your eyes were drifting between his and his lips. He parted his mouth and leaned forward, capturing you before you could make a move. You were trying to take the lead, but he wasn’t letting you.

He overpowered you, flipping you around and putting you on your knees. His bulge was against your ass and he was rubbing circles against it. The intensity he was showing was like nothing before. Whatever it was that was riling him up you needed to find out. It would have to wait until later though, because your panties being dragged down your thighs was the only thing you could think of.

A condom and lube had already been taken out of the drawer, and Peter was putting them on. The room was silent other than the rustling of sheets and your heart hammering in your chest. Then there was the squirting of the lube and you knew it was about to come. The cold goo was smeared on your folds and slightly inside of them by Quill’s rough fingers.

His tip, covered by a condom, was right at your entrance in a second, and in just one more, it was inside you. Your whole body was pushed forward with the force that Peter was thrusting. You were moaning and panting, and he was smiling between his own groans. His goal was to make sure you never had to fake an orgasm again. And with the way things were going you wouldn’t need to.

“Oh- Oh my god!” The way he was slamming into you was so quick and hard the pressure inside of you was building like a balloon being blown up.

His hands were holding you and keeping you from falling over. If they weren’t you would have smacked into the headboard. You couldn’t stay on your hands any longer, you dropped to your elbows, back making a beautiful arch for Quill.

The unbearable speed was tiring Quill out, but it was also making his orgasm come even quicker. He grabbed your shoulders, giving himself even more leverage to thrust with.

Your knees were trembling, jelly below you. But you wouldn’t have to hold that position for much longer. That balloon inside you popped like too much air had been blown into it. Your walls clenched around Peter’s cock, and the cum he was searching for yesterday covered his condom. He kept his pace, legs killing him and pelvis hitting your ass.

He let out a loud groan, and cum leaked and squirted from his tip. He let go of your shoulders, seeing a red handprint there. He pulled out of you, your cum dribbling out when he did. He smiled, satisfied that he had done what he set out to do.

Your lower half ached and you all but collapsed onto your pillows. You flipped over and saw Peter above you, buttcheeks against the heels of his feet and catching his breath. You laughed just a little and he opened his eyes.

“What?” he asked.

“That was something else,” you admitted with a smile.

“Good.” He crawled onto his stomach and laid next to you with his head on his arms. You scooted over closer to him, laying on your back with your hands set on your stomach.

“Y/N,” he sat up, “last night,” he started.

“I already know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I was just super tired last night and I didn’t want to deny you.” You looked down at your stomach but Peter turned your face back to his with his thumb.

“It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I didn’t catch that you weren’t in the mood. If you ever don’t want to do stuff just tell me okay? I won’t be upset. Besides, it’s not good for me if you aren’t having as much fun as I am. I have a right hand if I get that desperate.” He waved his right hand and grinned.

You giggled, “I promise I won’t do it again.”

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nishiisenpai · 3 years

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feelin insecure - bokuto koutaro, tendou satori

REQUEST: “hey so i went to the doctors today and found out that i went from 164lbs to 175lbs and it made me feel really insecure. could you do hc’s with bokuto and tendou trying to make the reader in this situation feel better? - @im-alyssa-btw “

A/N: omg i am so sorry that you’re feeling like that lovebug !!! i know how it feels to see your weight change and it isn’t the results you were looking for. that feeling must have hurt you and i am sorry once again that you’re feeling like that.

but do not fret !!! you are beautiful or handsome- and no matter what your weight is currently atm, just know that it is just numbers and numbers should never define someone’s quality as a human being.

if you ever wanna talk about any problems or issues you’re feeling, you got me here !!! number one hype lady to get you back and running with some confidence !!!

side note: apologies for writing this months??? later, school is really kicking my ass atm so im currently stressing and crying cause of the workload :p - besides the point, i hope these headcanons bring you joy and happiness and maybe a bit of self confidence too !!!

WARNING: insecure, self-judgement, downgrading yourself

WHO: Bokuto Koutaro x Reader , Tendou Satori x Reader

FORMAT: Headcanon!

bokuto koutaro

mood:

it’s like a sudden wave of discontentment weaved through your whole body the moment you saw the numbers on the scale.

you tried really hard to hit your goal but it just couldn’t quite make it there or come close.

so you come home feeling sad and down, but try not to show it- although your boyfriend bokuto can see it right through you.

if you’re sad, he gets sad. it’s canon, ladies, gents and captains.

physical touch:

i feel like bokuto would be the type to have physical touch as his way of comforting you.

like touching you physically is like a god sent for him.

he loves everything about you.

please- all the insecurities you get would be mostly wiped away by him.

he’s like a ball of sunshine.

oh you have an insecurity over your stretch marks?

not anymore, he thinks of them as battle scars against a past life war opponent and it shows that you are worthy, strong and powerful.

oh you don’t like the way you have extra thigh pudge when you wear thigh high socks? he thinks of them as soft pillows for his head to lay on when you run your hands through his hair.

like this man will make the negative thoughts about yourself turn into a positive feeling/outcome.

he’s definitely the type to shower you in kisses.

he’ll most likely kiss your insecurities away.

he enjoys patting your thighs ever so often

squishes your cheeks a lot to give kisses to them or just to suck onto them to create the pop sound.

holds you in place.

SIT ON HIS LAP

sweet lord, bokuto LOVES, ADORES, freaking GUSHES over when you sit on his lap.

a ton of roaming of his hands on your body because this man seriously can’t keep his hands off of you.

other comments:

okay so if you’re not the type to find comfort in physical touch, he will definitely keep that in mind as he tries to hold back for you.

if you don’t wanna be kissed, hugged or cuddled, he would probably find building a pillow fort fun

going out for ice cream

or snoozing on the couch watching some boring documentary would be ways to cheer you up.

if those options don’t work out, he will just spurt out compliments every minute or so like: wow, you are gorgeous.

“sheesh, how did i get so lucky?”

“you are an angel.”

“my princess~”

“baby, did you know that kuroo is punching the wall rn cause he doesn’t have you, and i do? HAHA A WIN FOR ME AGAINST THAT ROOSTER HEAD!”

god this man is head over heels for you.

i kid you not, he probably falls asleep and wakes up thinking about you and you only.

he will try to be sneaky and stealthy about surprising you with little gifts or snacks or flowers too (depending if you’re allergic or not).

i can imagine he loves doing big things for you, but if you’re not really all in for that, then he does the littlest things to make your day.

OH ONE MORE THING.

IF YOU EVER.

AND I MEAN EVER.

DEGRADE YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THIS MAN-

ISTG YOU BETTER PREPARE YOURSELF.

THIS MAN WILL JUST BE WILDING.

he would go feral or become the most upset man-child there is to existence.

so please don’t do that to him.

tendou satori

mood:

the weight scale became your biggest enemy.

every time you looked at it, it just pained you to see the numbers going (up/down) without much change to your original goal.

you tried really hard to the point it affected you mentally.

thankfully your boyfriend tendou came to the rescue :O

physical touch:

i would also like to believe this man is a another person who would use physical touch as his comfort to you.

though his way of expressing it will be depending on your mood, unlike bokuto who will immediately just go for it.

tendou would know his boundaries on places where to touch because he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with his actions, especially after you had gone to a place that documents your insecurities.

so the times where he is allowed to comfort you through physical comfort:

he will most likely cradle you like a baby

hug you while rubbing your back up and down

draw shapes, happy faces or even speak out complimentary words to calm you down

link pinkies or hold hands

give you forehead kisses

he wants to share as much affection as possible to you

he also loves kissing your knuckles or the back of your hand because he finds that action super cute.

playing with your fingers is also another thing he does

other comments:

this man is very observant and smart

so he thinks of plans immediately in situations where you do not want to be physically held.

he likes purchasing gifts, but finds homemade items even better.

this man also makes chocolates on his spare time, so he is BOUND to bring you some even if you insist that you don’t want some, he’ll force feed you till you accept his offer.

he also likes giving his hoodie to you too???

like this man likes seeing you in your comfortable state because you look so cute and cozy.

he likes holding deep conversations with you.

whether it be about your future plans/goals or what your next meal may be.

he just wants to be a big part of your life so that you know you can depend on him whenever you need him with you.

also let’s all be honest. tendou would never judge you. he accepts all kinds.

after the stigma and trauma he’s received for being called a monster, he hates when people judge others off of their appearance.

so do not worry- dear reader,

you are loved.

thank you for reading, if you have more requests, please do submit them in my inbox :)

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mobagehelllocal · 4 years

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“i can hold the world in my hands” ver vi - ace, jack, epel & sebek

If you're still doing holding the world writing— how about with Ace, Ruggie, Jack, Lilia and Epel?

- from Anonymous

Hi there!~ May I request "I can hold the entire world in my hands." with the first years boys? (Maybe Trey in exchange of Deuce?) . I love your writing!~

- from @silizu

Hi! If you haven’t gotten requests for this yet, I was hoping you could do the world prompt with the remaining 1st years. I love your writing with the TWST boys so much!

- from @tullia-daragona

A/N: Alright! I decided to just compile these three requests because they’re for the rest of the first years!~ These are the last “i can hold the world” requests in my inbox~ We’re almost completely done with this series! I’m a little sad that it’s almost over, but I’m also excited to share other projects--! I don’t want to spoil anything so please do look forward to it!

@silizu, thank you so much for loving my work!

@tullia-daragona thank you so much! i always worry if i capture their characters well, so messages like this really cheer me up! ^^

Without further ado, let’s go!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (deuce, leech twins, silver),

ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (this)

Ace grinned as he spotted you from across the gym.

“Lemme just greet them!” he said to Floyd and Jamil (the former of which had to be held back by the latter, because he saw you too and ‘but I want a hug from Shrimpy!’ ‘Yeah, no’).

"Hey!” Ace panted as he reached you, “were you watching practice?”

“Yeah!” you smiled up at him. “That was amazing Ace!”

“Stop feeding his ego...” Grim huffed as he curled up in your lap and promptly dozed off. You laughed as you stroked Grim’s fur.

“Can you stay the whole time?”

“Yup!” You raised your fist into the air. “I’ll be cheering you on Ace!” Ace shot you a self-satisfied smirk, and drew his face closer to yours.

“Won’t you give me something to encourage me by?”

“Eh? Is the promise of cheering not enough?” He shook his head rapidly.

“Hm...” your gaze wandered off briefly, before you looked back at Ace with a grin.

“Then, how about I tell you a secret~”

“Ah?” Ace tilted his head, “it would depend on the secret.”

“I can hold the world in my hands.” you whisper to him, and he pulled back--brow arched high.

“That can’t be possible. You said there wasn’t anything magic in your world.”

“Come on, humor me Ace.”

“Alright.” he crossed his arms, and cocked his head to the side. With a grin, you reached forward, and cupped his cheeks in your hands. His brows jerked upward.

“Tada~” you giggled at him. “I’m holding the world in my hands!”

Ace felt the heat rise up his cheeks as soon as your words sunk in. His heart skipped a beat at the way you grinned at him with genuine affection.

‘Cute,’ he thought, ‘too cute.’

He pulled away, his eyes flickered in the other direction.

“Whatever.” he said, with a pout. You raise a hand to your own face, as you giggled into your palm at his cute expression. His expression was embarrassed, and there was a bright red flush rising to his cheek.

‘Ace is cute too.’ You thought with a grin.

When he noticed your expression, his pout grew severe and he grabbed your face in his hands too.

“Ace--mhmp!”

He aggressively pressed your lips together, and your eyes instinctively slid shut. Ace nibbled lightly on your lower lip, and you felt the blood rush to your head at the sensation. When Ace pulled back, your lips were redder than usual--and so was your face.

He grinned, pleased with himself.

“Now, that’s encouragement.”

“Ace!” you protested, as your hands raised to your cheeks--you felt the heat that radiated from them. He winked, and with a snicker began to walk back to the rest of the team players.

“Hey [Name]!” you looked up, and he sent you a gentle smile that made the affection in his eyes shine brightly.

‘You’re my world too.’ He mouthed. Once you blushed, Ace felt his cheeks heat up too at his actions. He quickly turned away, and from a walk escalated his movement to a jog.

EXTRA:

You stared after your boyfriend, with loving eyes.

Grim, who had been jostled at your movement, just shot you a grumpy expression.

On the other side of the court, Floyd began to squeeze the life out of Ace.

“Aaaaaa~ Aaaaaaaa~ What was that? That was so disgustingly cute, I’m going to squeeze you--”

“Floyd, please let go of him...” Jamil sighed.

“Good work out there, Jack.” you clapped your hands for him as he finally stopped in front of you. He gave a soft grunt of acknowledgement as he began to steady his breathing. He bent, and placed his palms onto his knees as he panted. When he turned to you, you were already holding out his jug.

“Thanks.” He said, as he popped it open for a drink.

“Wanna sit and take a break? I sliced some peaches for refreshments.” He did as you suggested, as he sat beside you. You handed him a small lunch box set with a fork for him to use. He hesitated for a moment.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

You smiled at that.

Though Jack sounded dismissive, it wasn’t that he didn’t want you doing these things--it was more like he didn’t need you to do these little things for him. He might not actually understand why you even want to always watch him during his morning runs--hang around with water and fruit during his breaks.

“Nah, I want to do this Jack.” you said, and when he furrowed his brows, you added “you’re my boyfriend after all. I want to these things to show you that I’m cheering you on.”

He immediately raises his unoccupied hand to hide the lower half of his face, his eyes flickered away from yours in embarrassment. However, with a quick glance--

‘Yup. His tail is wagging.’ you thought joyfully, before quickly making sure that when he turned back to you--you were looking at his face. No need for your boyfriend to know that he instinctively moves his tail around when he’s happy.

“I know you’re cheering me on.” He finally said, “but it’s fine if you don’t show up sometimes okay? I don’t mind if you sleep in... or something. A lot of the seniors tell me that I wake up insanely early so...”

“It’s fine. If I can make it, I will, if I don’t, I won’t.” you reach to lace your fingers with his. “I’m okay Jack. Anytime with you is worth it.”

He doesn’t look particularly convinced, but he nodded, and turned his gaze back to the fruit you had cut for him.

‘How do I convince him?’

“Hey Jack.”

“Yeah?” he asked, as he stuffed a fruit slice into his mouth.

“I can hold the world in my hands, you know.”

“Hah?” he turned to you, confused. “Is that... possible?”

“Sure is.” you chirped, “want me to show you.”

“Alright.” he answered slowly, as he ate another fruit slice.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you slid one hand underneath his chin, and slowly turned his face to look at you. He looked at you strangely, one cheek round, because he had stopped chewing at your action. You slid your other hand to his other cheek and beamed at him.

“Like this.” You said, “I can hold the world like this.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion, as he seemed to try and comprehend your statement. You see how he gets it by the way his ears and tail stiffen.

“Wait you--”

Then he proceeded to choke on the fruit slice in his mouth. He pulled away and doubled over as he coughed.

“Oh no--Jack, are you okay?” you frantically offered him a handkerchief and brought him his jug as his cough subsided to a wheeze.

“I’m--” he wheezed, “okay--just, give me... a minute...” he raised his other hand to his to feel his heart, and the way it’s rhythm had increased because of your statement.

‘How--how do you shake my heart so effortlessly?’

He wondered, as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. When you notice his glance, you shoot him a relieved smile, which made him feel his blush rise even further up his face.

“You--” You leant forward.

“I--what?” you tilted your head, and he cleared his throat.

“Did you mean that?”

“That you are my world?” You asked, and he blushed. Amused, you nodded, “of course I did Jack.” His eyes flickered away again, and you looked at his tail to notice that it began to wag gently.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t quick enough this time. When his tail suddenly stilled, you looked back at Jack to see his face was beet red.

“Was my tail...?”

“Eheh...” He abruptly stood up and began to walk off. “Ah! Wait! Jack! I’m sorry! I can’t help it! It’s so cute I didn’t want you to stop!”

“Don’t call me cute!” he called back, his ears folded back lightly against his head, and you barely thought of an ‘awww’ before he growled at you, his face becoming an even brighter red shade. He quickly came up to you, and wrapped you in his warm embrace.

“You... you make my heart beat so fast... and you’ve always... just known how I feel--I” your face flushed red (from his statement, or the way you’re pressed against his muscles--you don’t know) “I--I want to know your heart too.” he finished softly, and you giggled against his pecs (his pecs!)

“Silly Jack, you already know my heart!” you pulled back to look up at his flushed face. “I told you right? I love you.” he turned away, his ears twitched and his tail moved again.

“K..keep quiet. Please.”

Epel offered you another carved apple, which you happily took.

“Is it fine to eat such a pretty thing?” you sighed, as you stared in awe at the detailed rabbit in your hands.

“It’s fine.” Epel smiled at you, and you know how much he hated it--but your heart beats a little faster at the way the sunlight hits his lavender hair, and eyelashes. They make his blue eyes shine all the more--and it leaves you breathless.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Epel tilted his head, and blinked--his pale lashes tangled ever so briefly.

“I’m just glad I have you for a boyfriend.” you tell him with a smile. At that, a light flush rose to his cheeks.

“I’m not particularly strong, or masculine.” he finally said, as put down his knife. He frowned at himself in the mirror. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

Your heart twisted.

You’re lucky he lets you see his much more tender expressions--but Epel always struggled with his looks. Being someone who was raised in the farm, you could sort of understand that this perception was built by how his delicate features meant he was often coddled. Epel probably grew up with this perception that being skilled was better than being pretty--and that the scales weren’t in his favor.

It didn’t help he was placed in Pomefiore, where they prized beauty above all else.

But, Epel was forgetting one thing.

If anything, he truly did suit the House of the Beautiful Queen.

“Epel,” you leant forward. “Listen--I do really think you fit the House of the Beautiful Queen above all else.”

“What? What do you mean?” he frowned.

“The Beautiful Queen prized her beauty above all else, but.... being beautiful isn’t just about looking the part.” you said as you struggled to remember one of Vil’s many lectures, “Vil said it too right--that you have to also be skilled, to truly be beautiful.”

“I’m... I’m having a difficult time understanding.”

“I’m saying Epel--if there’s anything you really need to take away from the Beautiful Queen is this--it’s owning, claiming your beauty, and finding a way to use it to your advantage to come out stronger.” His eyes widened in response. “Being beautiful doesn’t mean being weak. You just need to learn how to use it to make yourself stronger.”

“Really? Is that what you think?”

You nod vigorously.

“Epel, you--” you paused, “look, I know how to hold the world in my hands.” He stared at you quizzically at the sudden change in topic, but you only smiled.

“Huh?”

“Here.” you gently cupped his face in your hands, and he froze--his already wide eyes become bigger as he looked at you. “You’re my world Epel. It makes me sad that you don’t see--you’re both beautiful and strong Epel. You’re not just one or the other. You’re both.”

Epel stared at you, startled--and in awe. The light hits your face, your eyes shimmer with pure love, and your smile is so kind.

His heart skipped a beat--at your unfaltering love and devotion, despite his own insecurities.

He doesn’t understand why people still call him beautiful, with you right by his side.

“I--thank you, [Name].” you beamed as you see that the way he looked at you meant that you had gotten your message across.

“That’s good!” you beamed, and as you pulled back your hands, Epel grabbed one and pressed a soft kiss against it. He reached his other hand to brush your cheeks as well.

“[Name]... I want you to know that you’re incredibly beautiful too,” he paused. “and I’ll kick anyone’s arse if they think otherwise.”

You felt yourself blush at that, and you ducked your head--you felt bashful.

“Thank you Epel.”

“And...”

You looked up at him, and he sent you a heartrending smile.

“You’re my world too.”

"Choose Sebek!” You demanded, with your arms wrapped around yourself. “Malleus or me?”

Sebek immediately sputtered in response, his face contorted into an uncomfortable expression which proved to you that he couldn’t choose.

(Somewhere behind you, Lilia let out a low “oooooh”, and Silver snorted himself awake, muttering “whazzat.” To which the fae actually ‘shushed’ him.)

At any other time, you would’ve shot Lilia an incredulous look, but you were busy staring at the stuttering student.

“That is... I--” he swallowed, his eyes darted around nervously before he met your gaze again.

“It’s fine Sebek.” you sighed, as you shot him a false smile. “I was joking.”

“You were?” Sebek perked up.

(”Of course she wasn’t!” Lilia said, the telltale sound of crunching made you twitch--was he eating your popcorn? Watching this confrontation? Like a drama?)

Sebek glanced behind you then looked at you again.

Of course you weren’t joking.

Well, half-joking really.

You had, earlier, complained to Lilia that Sebek would often still chose Malleus over you.

(”Then test him!” Lilia said, with an excited gleam in his eyes. For real--that old man loved his drama.)

So after being hyped up by Lilia, you had decided to ask him this question. You had wanted to know if he’d pick Malleus or you in an instant.

Some very insecure part of you worried endlessly that he’d immediately pick Malleus without a second thought, so it took all your courage to actually see what he’d chose. On the other hand, you really didn’t want to do this. Malleus was important to him--you got that but sometimes--

You wondered if you were any important to him as he was to you.

That he had difficulty choosing--’Well that meant something right?’ you thought to yourself. ‘That there’s a chance he might chose me.’

Though you were disappointed he hadn’t chosen you instantly, you tried to tell yourself to be satisfied with his indecision at least.

However, you’d make one thing clear to him...

“Listen, Sebek.” he flinched and met your gaze again.

“Yeah?”

“I can hold the world in my hands.” You hold his gaze steadily. “This is something Malleus probably cannot do.”

He bristled lightly at that, his instinct was to defend his lord--that is until you stepped closer and cupped his face in your warm hands.

“I’m holding my world.” You confessed, and he more than feels his face reddened at the realization--what you’re trying to get across to him--

‘I chose you Sebek.’

‘I chose you.’

Your eyes glimmered.

‘Could you choose me?’

Just as quickly as you held him, you let go of him and shot him a weak smile.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say.” you said before you moved to take the seat next to Lilia. Sebek hesitantly took the seat next to you, and he would glance at you then down on his hands again.

‘You chose me... without thinking twice... I...’ his fist clenched, ‘why can’t I do the same for you...?’

#aiwrites #aiscenarios #twisted wonderland #twst #twst scenarios #twst ace #twst jack #twst epel #twst sebek #actually ace is the one who owns a braincell between deuce grim and him tbh #jack is cute and i want to touch his tail...#i would simp harder for epel if blavat sky didnt exist #in conclusion sebek is the hardest first year to write for #romantically atleast--im interested how they'll handle his character arc...#ai twst hold series

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gogoseijoh · 4 years

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losing - kageyama x reader x tsukishima

summary: kageyama realizes he’s losing his best friend, and longtime crush, to his rival.

genre: angst with a little fluff?

a/n: welcome to my first fic :) angsty kageyama and lovestruck tsukki... i couldn’t help myself. i think this is gonna be multiple chapters i have a lotttt of ideas. also trying to make tsukki soft while still being in character?? tough

word count: 2.2k

part 2

Kageyama could not imagine you not being by his side. You had been best friends since you were in diapers, and there were pictures of you two in the bath together from before you could remember each other. He didn’t deserve you, and he knew that. You had stood with him through every temper tantrum and bad mood and had done it with a gentle smile and comforting words. You were the only person that Kageyama consistently apologized to, always shyly hanging his head and whispering the words, only to have you laugh and take his hand, “Oh, Tobio, you silly boy. I’ll always forgive you!” He never understood why you stayed, but he was happy you did. Some of your other friends questioned why you were so steadfast in your loyalty to the dark haired boy, and you always responded calmly, saying, “Well, what would he do without me?” You were everything he wasn’t, a level headed companion to a boy prone to raging when things didn’t go his way. Your dynamic was one not understood by anyone else, but the friendship did not require understanding. You were the kindest person he knew, and he would be damned if he let go of you.

It was around the entrance of high school that Kageyama realized he had begun to like you, or at least to realize that he liked you. You had chosen to go to Karasuno, and when he didn’t get in to Shiratorizawa, it seemed like the natural choice to follow you. He had heard rumors that the old coach Ukai was coming back, and that was just a bonus to getting to stay with you. He made his choice directly after finding out he hadn’t gotten in to Shiratorizawa, when you held his head in your lap, carding your fingers through his hair and told him that he could be the best no matter where he went. That was the first moment that he felt his heart swell in his chest, snuggling down into your thighs as you reassured him. He could smell your laundry detergent, a scent that curled around him and held him close. He sat up and looked at you, which made you blink in surprise, but not as much surprise as you felt when Kageyama mumbled, “Thank you for being here for me.” You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing, instead opting to lean forward and pull him into a hug, your arms tight around his neck as his slipped to hold your waist. He felt so comfortable there with you, wishing he could stay there with you forever.

Once beginning high school, your enthusiasm for Kageyama’s love for volleyball only grew when he found a strong team, and was stoked even more when Kiyoko asked you to assist her in managing them. You accepted immediately, and thus began you spending all your time with the Karasuno volleyball club. You were startled at first, not expecting how ferocious Tanaka and Nishinoya would be in their attempts to woo you, but them flirting with you became a source of entertainment, and unbeknownst to you, something that aggravated Kageyama to no end. He did his best to hide how much it bothered him, and did pretty well for the most part, except for the time when Hinata asked him what was wrong with his face. Things only got worse for him from there. Kageyama walked you home religiously, and when you started managing with Kiyoko, the rest of the team joined you on at least part of your journey. You typically stuck close to the setter, chatting animatedly about you day while he munched on the snack you always brought him for after practice. It was one night that you were walking along, giggling and messing around with Hinata, when Kageyama felt a presence next to him. He rolled his eyes when he saw Tsukishima, the blonde’s headphones pulled down around his neck. He had been bugging Kageyama more than usual lately, and it seemed as though it wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, “You know, I have no idea how she puts up with you, your Majesty.” He didn’t need to question his meaning, only rolling his eyes once again and taking larger steps to get away from him, but he paused when Tsukishima’s voice met his ears again, “She’s too good for you, but you must know that, right?”

Kageyama was about to snap back when you joined him once again, slipping between him and Tsukishima. You didn’t seem to pick up on any of the tension between the two young men, instead turning to the bespeckled boy, “Tsukishima! You did great at practice today!” Kageyama didn’t miss the way your cheeks began to blush when you looked up at the other first year. All of a sudden, what Tsukishima said sunk in for your best friend. He did know you were to good for him, and that was part of the issue he was having. He had been desperately trying to ask you out for a few months, but every time he tried, he started thinking about your best qualities. You were selfless, sacrificing your own needs to satisfy those of the people around you. Your heart was so excessively big, wanting everyone around you to be happy, and sometimes Kageyama was forced to wonder what he brought to your friendship. Every day, he felt honored that you had chosen him to bestow your friendship on, but what did he give you? Those things ran through his mind even deeper as he watched you interact with Tsukishima. His eyes flitted between you and the taller boy, and he was even more shocked at what he saw. Tsukishima’s lips were fighting the curl of a smile as he looked down at you, a dusting of pink across his cheeks. That was the moment he realized that Tsukki hadn’t only said those things to torment him, but also out of jealousy.

Heat crawled up the brunette’s neck, abruptly interrupting your conversation, “(y/n), let’s take the shortcut today.” He nodded towards the side road to the right of him that you two had found out cuts about five minutes off your walk home. You never took that route on nights you walked home from volleyball, instead choosing to stay with the rest of your classmates, but Kageyama wanted to get you away from Tsukishima.

Your eyes shifted to Kageyama, then back to Tsukishima, a shy smile on your face, “Okay, Tobio. Bye, Tsukki!” You bounded behind Kageyama, who had already begun taking large strides away from you. Tsukki. You called him Tsukki. Yamaguchi was the only one who called him that. Yamaguchi was the only one who he let call him that. That nickname usually caused Tsukishima to snap at the speaker, but when you said it, he was quiet, the ghost of a grin on his face as he slipped his headphones back over his ears. That was the first moment that Kageyama felt you slipping away from him.

The second came a week later, again after a practice. As your group made its way out of Karasuno’s campus, you dug in your backpack for the snack you packed for Kageyama, Hinata was bouncing around him, talking about how cool it will be when their quick attack is perfected, and Kageyama is attempting to listen, but when he sees you pull a protein bar out of your bag and hand it to Tsukishima, he nearly felt his head pop off. Tsukishima paused when you offered it to him before slowly taking it, his fingers brushing yours as he thanked you. You blushed before pulling another bar out, turning your head over your shoulder to call Kageyama over, slipping it into his hand when he met you. You walked between the two again, chatting to Yamaguchi, who was walking on the other side of the tall blonde. Kageyama zoned out, his mind racing with thoughts. Part of him felt like he was majorly overreacting, as it really was just a snack, but he knew you. He knew how you acted when you liked someone, and it always starting with the sharing of snacks. In middle school, when you liked Kunimi, you always brought extras in your lunch to share with him. Typically, you were picky about sharing your food, only doing it for Kageyama, but once you started crushing on someone, it was a given that you’d begin doing it for the person as well. It wasn’t a good sign for Kageyama.

Then the texting began. You were in Kageyama’s room on a Saturday, sitting on the floor with books sprawled all over between you two. You were trying to help him with mathematics, and he was doing some practice problems while you laid down across from him. Your phone kept pinging, messages flowing to your inbox. Each time you picked it up, you’d smile and type something back, before putting it back down and sighing. Then the cycle continued. When you eventually went to the bathroom, Kageyama couldn’t help his wandering eyes.

[tsukki :)] 3:47 pm

I like talking to you too.

Kageyama scowled. Tsukishima wasn’t nice. He had never been that nice to anyone, not even Yamaguchi, at least not in public. But now, here was this text, confirming that Tsukishima had some sort of positive feeling for you. Kageyama liked to think that he’d be okay with it if you were just friends with him, but he didn’t even want that. He felt stupid, you could be friends with anyone you wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend, and even if you were, he knew he would never tell you whether or not you could be friends with anyone, but it wasn’t just anyone. It was Tsukishima. Tsukishima, who constantly did his best to get under his skin. Tsukishima, whose smile was almost always caused by jokes at others expense. How could it be him? Kageyama would understand if it was anyone else. If you found yourself swept off your feet by Sugawara or Yamaguchi, he would have been more understanding. Even if you had begun to date Hinata, God forbid, he would have been able to calm himself down. But Tsukishima? How could someone as kind and caring as you like him? You, someone who was willing spending her Saturday with him, trying to help him understand schoolwork. He couldn’t understand. He pretended he hadn’t seen the text, but you knew something was off, because for the rest of the day, he was easily frustrated and unable to focus. You hummed, “Kageyama, let’s take a break and watch a movie or something.” You played with his hair while you watched whatever he put on. The only thing that he could think of the whole time was that eventually, Tsukishima would be the one getting this attention from you.

Things started to really change after that day. Twice a week, you started eating lunch with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, which you invited him to, but he refused. He didn’t want to be around the two of you, with your shy glances at him and his eyes drinking in your every move. He didn’t want to see the way he looked at you. Kageyama knew that he likely had the same look when he saw you, but he hated seeing that adoration for you in someone else’s eyes. It was even worse when you were at practice, standing next to Kiyoko and watching Tsukishima with wide eyes. Kageyama wondered if there had ever been a time where you looked at him with the same amazement. For a while, your interactions stayed friendly, the only real giveaway being your eyes. Then, one day during the walk home, Kageyama noticed that Tsukishima had traded his headphones in for earbuds. The reason was clear when he passed one earbud to you, placing the other in his ear as you two walked side by side. Tanaka and Noya were cackling behind the two of you, joking about how the typically apathetic boy was going to get a girlfriend before any of the rest of them. You were far enough ahead of the group that you didn’t hear them jesting. Then, the unthinkable happened. The whole team watched as Tsukishima slipped his hand into yours, his entire face engulfed in a crimson blush. Your steps slowed down, looking at him in pure awe. He had continued on, and his hand tugging you along, causing you to jump forward to catch up to him. All your friends were chattering behind you, all except Kageyama, who had fallen to the back of the group. He didn’t want to see the two of you. His eyes were locked on his feet as he walked, and it wasn’t until a hand clasped on his shoulder that he looked up. It was Suga, whose warm eyes held an understanding that soothed Kageyama. “You doing okay, Kageyama?” Suga’s gentle voice lilted. Kageyama shrugged, causing the older boy to speak again, “I know it’s hard, but just give it time.” Time. Kageyama wanted to scoff at that, but instead he just nodded, not wanting to seem rude when his upperclassmen was trying to comfort him. If time was any fair, wouldn’t you be his by now? “Fair” wasn’t a word he would apply to this situation at all. The way he felt now was the same itch he got when he lost a game, and the ache that came with losing settled in his spine, making a home in the base of his neck. Losing, and to his own teammate no less.

#kageyama tobio x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukki x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata shoyo #sugawara koshi #tanaka ryu #nishinoya yuu #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu!!

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darlingpeter · 4 years

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grayscale.

the reader faces the aftermath of losing a close friend, and sweet boyfriend matt knows just how to get through to you when you need another perspective.

this fic is a labor of love. although this story is fictional, please know that you are never alone in the hardships that you are facing, and there is a wonderful community of people out there whose inboxes and messages are always open if you need advice, to vent, or just to get bad stuff off of your chest. you are worthy of love and the space and support that you need to heal.

pairing: matt murdock x reader, best friend jessica jones x reader

warnings: reader is going through some emotional bad times

length: 2,405 words

Everyone knows that grief is an important part of life. As you grow, you lose people, and the lessons that you learn from it are necessary to truly appreciate what you have while you have it.

But no one talks about how hard it is to grieve someone who hasn’t died.

In the first stages, you found yourself getting absorbed in the what ifs, cycling over and over again in your head about things you could have done differently that would have changed their mind somehow and made them value you as much as you did them. Even worse was fighting the urge to reach back out to them in an attempt to rekindle something similar to what you had before. But the rational part of your brain constantly steered you away from that because how would that be possible? You couldn’t pretend to ignore everything bad that had come into light and keep a good conscience at the same time. A similar end would be inevitable, and it would hurt just the same if not more the second time around.

Matt was aware of what you were going through. He listened as you poured your heart out to him, brought you water and tissues when you could do nothing but cry, and was there to make sure that you were taken care of. If he sensed a bit of hesitation in your voice if you asked him for anything, he would remind you in a gentle tone that made your heart flutter that he was there for you in any way that you needed. Over time, though, you closed off to him. You couldn’t help but feel like your emotional outbursts were an annoyance to him since he already had so much else to worry about outside the walls of your shared apartment. Unbeknownst to you, when you started changing the subject and brushing him off whenever he asked about how you were feeling, he knew that he was going to have to make a call to the one person he knew would be able to talk sense into you.

The first time that he invited Jess and Luke over since things changed, you were initially wary of being forced to socially interact, but after you changed into clean, comfy clothes, had a shower, and actually got to be face-to-face with your best friends for the first time in far too long, you started to feel better than you had in a long time.

Luke had taken control of a speaker that you had in the apartment, showing you and Matt a few new artists that he had been getting into, and with the way that Jess hummed and sang along to the lyrics, you knew that you weren’t the first to hear him gush about the new finds. You ordered Pizza and sat around shooting the shit with one another.

When you popped into your room to grab an extra blanket, the sound of the door closing softly surprised you, and you turned to see Jess with a sympathetic smile on her face. Your mood soured. You had a feeling that she was going to want to talk to you with the comforting look in her eyes that she had been fixing you with since she had arrived with Luke. “Red told us that you had a bad falling out with a close friend. How’re you holding up, kid?” She asked and instinctively, you bristled. At this point you had been packing everything down and trying to avoid thinking about the situation altogether, which made it sour and turn to irritability where it sat within you. You scowled, annoyed at the fact that she wanted to stir up the difficult emotions that you had been working hard to hide. Seeing this, Jess raised both of her palms to face you in a surrendering gesture. “Easy, babe. I just want to make sure that everything’s alright.” She said softly.

Frustrated, you folded the blanket a couple of times in your hands. “It is.” You said shortly.

Jess frowned. “We both know that’s not true.” Sometimes you hated how easily she saw straight through you. She sat on the edge of the bed, and patted the spot next to her, inviting you to join. “He didn’t tell us the full story, but I know you, and I know from what he told me that I would be having a rough time, so I can’t imagine what you’re dealing with right now.” You take the spot next to her and lean into her side, letting out a deep exhale when she wrapped her arm around you and gave your shoulder a comforting squeeze. When you relaxed into her after a moment, she knew that she had worn away the stubborn act that you put on. “I know that Matt isn’t the best when it comes to talking about feelings, and I want to give you the space that you might need to talk about things a little more in depth with someone that might be able to communicate a little better about understanding what you’re going through. Or you could just lay on me, which is cool too.” She finished with a small laugh.

For a moment, you considered just sitting in silence for a few moments before rejoining the group, but the longer that you sat against Jess, the bigger the knot in your chest grew until you were squeezing your eyes shut and fighting tears that were starting to well up. “I’m tired of being sad.” You said, hating how small and watery your voice sounded. “I wish I could forget everything about what happened so I could stop carrying around this weight with me.”

And then you were crying. The more you tried to suppress it the stronger it came on, and the more your breath came in hiccups from your chest, so you stopped trying to hide it and instead opened the floodgates on your best friend. You told her the full story, about what caused the falling out and how hard it had been to adjust, as well as how angry you had been feeling with yourself for not being able to move past it. You told her about how you didn’t want to continually bother Matt so you had started to bottle things up. Even though you knew that it wasn’t the best way to deal with things, but you had hoped that in doing so, it would just pass over and make the whole ordeal easier.

Jess listened to what you had to say, but also offered some advice. Because of how close the two of you were as well as how blunt and honest she was, Jess was the queen of getting through to you and telling you things that you didn’t want to hear.“The quickest way to get through this is to feel what you need to feel completely and wholly. By not tackling it head-on, no matter how much better it seems in the moment, it’ll eat at you and cause a lot more hurt over time.” This stung, mostly because you knew that she was right. You had been able to witness a small taste of what she was talking about already, and the thought that the bitterness you had been feeling had the potential to grow and have the chance to cause outbursts that could push the people you loved away. You nodded as she gave your shoulder a squeeze.

“But I don’t want to feel like I’m burdening Matt with my problems.” You whined, digging the heels of your hands into your damp eyes and rubbing at them in exasperation. “I’m scared he’ll start avoiding me because he doesn’t want to hear me complain about my garbage when there’s nothing that he can do.”

To your surprise, Jess barked out a laugh, and you looked up at her with a glare. “Were you not just telling me how he was going total mama-bird over you when things were bad?” You deflated and shrugged, caught by your own words. “Just because you’re the only one who can work through this in your own brain doesn’t mean that you’re struggling alone. We’re all gonna support you in the ways that we know how. And if you’re worrying about the way that Matt is doing it, maybe that’s something that you should talk to him about and make sure that you’re getting the support that you need and that he’s not feeling burned out.”

Nodding, you let her advice sit with you as you leaned against her, letting her hug you from the side while you listened to Matt and Luke’s music muffled through the bedroom door. When you finally straightened up and let her arm fall from your side, Jess gave you a supportive look. “Feeling ok?” She asked.

“A lot better.” You responded, which made Jess give a little cheer that made you smile. “Thank you for… everything.” You said, unsure how to put into words your gratitude for making the effort to get through to you when you were so resistant off of the bat.

She bumped you with her shoulder with a playful grin. “Of course, kid. I’ve always got you. Now let’s go make sure those two haven’t finished off the pizza or torn the place up to bad out there, yeah?”

Grabbing the blanket from where you had put it down and following Jess back into the main living area feeling much lighter.

After the night that Jess and Luke stopped by, things started to feel like they were getting better. Her advice made you feel like you could dig yourself out of the hole that you found yourself in. You were able to sit down with Matt and express the things that you were worried about, and with that line of communication opened up, you felt free to check in with him when you were concerned that he was being overloaded. Fortunately, after that chat, you were able to go about life more freely than you felt you had been able to in weeks, and after a few weeks you were able to look a short ways into the past and be proud of how far you had come.

However, your good mood unfortunately broke.

Out of nowhere one morning, you woke up under a wave of depression. You tried to get up and go about things as usual, but disinterested and suddenly exhausted, you ended up back in bed curled in on yourself. After what felt like hours of drifting in and out of sleep and checking your phone, you heard the door open, and you looked to see Matt poke his head into the room. “Hey, sweetheart.”

At the sound of his voice, tears started welling up in your eyes and you blinked hard to try and keep them from falling. You made a sound of acknowledgement that came out more like a whimper, and his eyes widened, his brow furrowing in concern as he stepped fully into the room. “Oh no,” he cooed softly, padding across the floor to the bed. “No, no, no.” He climbed under the covers on the empty side of the bed facing you.“Talk to me.” He hummed, delicately thumbing away a tear from your cheek.

You almost didn’t want to tell him why you were sad. You had been doing so well! You didn’t want him to pity you for not being able to get over the loss, but you know that if you made up a lie on the spot that he would be able to tell, so you took a steadying breath. Damn his senses.

“I don’t know why it hit me like this again.” You told him, trying hard to keep your voice steady. “I thought I was done with this.”

At the admission, your face grew hot with shame and you sniffled, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Hey, hey, none of that.” Matt murmured, pulling you into his arms. You buried your face in his chest and took hold of his t-shirt, taking in the scent of the cotton and his laundry detergent and grounding yourself in it to keep your mind from spiraling further down.

“I’m embarrassed.” You whispered, and Matt shushed you, removing your hand from his shirt so that he could raise it to his mouth and press a kiss to your knuckles.

“I know that it’s hard to feel like you’ve made progress only to be set back, but dealing with grief is never a linear process.” He told you, brushing some of your hair back from your face. “Things like this take time, and bad days will happen even after things have been good for a while. But I promise you that things will get better, and that these reminders will start to sting a lot less as it goes on.”

It was silent as you lied together, him listening to your heartbeat return to normal, and you thinking about what he had said while your tears dried. When you finally made a move to get up, Matt’s arm around your waist tensed as he held onto you and kept you from budging. You were only able to let out a confused sound before he took your jaw in his free hand and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You raised your hands to his stubbly cheeks, and he leaned into your touch, a look in his eyes that was reassuring. “What was that for?” You asked.

He shrugged, a smug smirk on his face as he ran a calloused thumb across your bottom lip. “I just wanted to know you were smiling.”

That you were. For the first time all day, you felt almost giddy as you giggled, pressing a quick peck to his smiling mouth. “You’re so soft.” You teased, climbing out from under the covers and stretching.

“Just for you.” He replied, swinging his legs over the side and following your lead. When he got close, you stepped forward and wrapped him in a proper hug. You squeezed him, trying to find the right words to thank him, but with the way that he squeezed you back, you knew that you didn’t need to say anything at all. “You’ve got this, sweetheart.” He said quietly.

And for the first time in a while, you full-heartedly believed it.

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neerasrealm · 4 years

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Christmas with poly!Slenjack, Slendra, and Y/N’s kid from slenjack x single parent!reader (and Jasmine and Juliette if it’s not too much)? Love your writing btw!

I LOVE THIS ASK AND I AM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO. I kind of fell out of doing requests and writing except for lore stuff so I apologise. I’m getting back on track now and I’m going to clear out my inbox and get to the requests that have been rotting away in here for so long. I’m sorry for all of this yall :( I just needed a break I guess. Edit: forgot to tag @queenofmandy bc she basically fleshed out the twins and made them developed characters and ik she’ll wanna see this HSDGDSJ

Anyway enjoy!

Your conventional christmas would be spent with family, surely. Dinner with your parents and exchanging gifts with your little boy, Sam. But this year is a little different. You took Sam to see his grandparents that morning. He seems very happy with his gift, and all the extra candy that's probably going to keep both of you on a sugar rush till January. Now though, it's afternoon, and you're headed for another place. Your boyfriends house. Not boyfriend's, boyfriends. Plural.

"Y'know I don't know HOW Slender keeps managing to get the minivan through to the house," you murmur as you lead Sam through the forest. He giggles and you adjust the big plastic bag in your free hand. "You excited to see em sweetie?"

"Yeah!" He chirps. "Are Jasmine and Juliette gonna be there?"

You laugh a bit. "Sweetheart, it's christmas. They're not going anywhere."

"Juliette doesn't have a date?"

You snort. "For once, no." You chuckle a bit as you walk over the line of mushrooms and into the spacious front yard of the house. Typically, it'll be full of colour from the bushes and flowerbeds, and the large tree in the yard would be bearing lots of fruit, but now it's all covered in snow. You trudge through it, noticing a few snow angels in the ground as you pass, before reaching the front door. You knock a couple times before opening it. They always leave it unlocked for you. "C'mon sweetie." You call gently as you step inside.

You help Sam take off his coat, hat and scarf before doing the same with yourself. He's dressed in a brand new outfit you got him. Denim overalls and a rainbow striped shirt. It's probably obvious where he got that outfit idea from. In the other room up the hall you can hear laughter and yelling. You grab your bag again and walk up the hall, Sam following at your heels.

"Can ye reach luv?"

"Pff- yeh da, I can-"

"Or do ye need ta go higher?!"

"DA! PU' ME DOWN-" Juliette squeals as LJ stretches his arms, lifting her higher up into the air. She kicks her legs and laughs along with him. You grin as you enter the living room. LJ is holding one of his twin daughters up to the gigantic christmas tree, cackling in amusement. Sam stares up in amazement.

"Sammy!!" Jasmine, the second twin, squeals as she spots you. She dashes over and sweeps Sam up off the ground, holding him up. ‘’There ye are ye li’le bin lid!’’ she coos. You chuckle a bit. Jasmine adores Sam, and Sam adores Jasmine. She grins.

‘’Hi!’’ Sam chirps quietly. He kicks his legs and giggles at her.

Jasmine puts him down with a grunt. ‘’Ye’re ge’in big, ain’tcha?’’ she says with a wide smile. ‘’No’ g’nna be able ta pick ye up much longer.’’ Sam whines in response and she pats his head. ‘’Don’ worry, da can still lif’ ye up,’’ she looks over at Jasmine. ‘’Righ’ Jules?’’

LJ turns to look at you. His bright blue eyes widen in surprise as he spots you. He puts Juliette down and turns to you, grinning wide. He’s wearing a thick lavender sweater, rather than his usual monochrome outfit. ‘’y/n!’’ he chirps before rushing over to you. He hugs you tight and sweeps you up off the ground. You cry out in surprise and he leans up and pecks a kiss onto your lips. He giggles. ‘’I’s good ta see ya luv!’’

You laugh a bit. ‘’You too, sweetie.’’ you reply fondly before kissing him again. He blushes a soft pink and giggles some more.

“'Ow are ye, me dear?" He asks softly, looking up at you with big blue eyes. You smile gently at him.

"Good. Saw my parents. Sam is really happy," you glance over at your son and smile. He's excitedly talking with the twins, probably about the gifts he got earlier. You look back at LJ. "How about you, birthday boy?"

He grins and giggles. "Pre'y good," he gently sets you down again and toys with the sleeves of his sweater. "Th' kiddos 'ave been 'avin' a grea' time." He glances at the girls. Juliette notices and pauses for a moment, giving a gap-toothed grin and waving before going back to playing with Sam.

The kitchen door suddenly swings open behind him. "Jasmine dear can you-" Slender leans out of the kitchen before suddenly noticing you. "Y/n!" He steps out into the living room, having seemingly forgotten about Jasmine. You smile softly as he walks over to you. He’s wearing a red apron with a fluffy white trim. He leans down and you peck a kiss onto where his mouth would be. He stands up again. ‘’You’re early.’’

His stern tone surprises you. ‘’I am?’’

‘’Yes! You said you’d be here by three, it’s half past two!’’ he glares at you and you laugh nervously.

‘’Oh. Oops.’’ you murmur. He stands up and sighs, moving quickly back to the kitchen.

‘’It’s fine, it’s fine- you’ll just have to wait a little for lunch.’’ he mutters.

Sam’s head perks up, noticing Slender. He grins.‘’Slendy!’’ he squeaks. Slender stops for a moment and looks at him. A tendril reaches over and pats his head of messy curls. Sam giggles and Slender disappears into the kitchen again.

‘’’E’s comple’ly run off ‘is fee’, th’ poor bugger…’’ Jack murmurs behind you. You glance at him and he shakes his head, sighing. ‘’Ev’ry year ‘e does this, worries abou’ makin’ th’ day perfec’...wish ‘e’d jus’ relax fer once, ye know?’’ he looks down at you and shrugs, as if to say there isn’t really much to be done about it.

‘’y/n!’’ you turn around at the sound of your name being called. Standing in front of the kitchen door is Slendra, LJ and Slender’s third daughter. She’s short, but also taller than her older sisters. Her hair is fiery, turning from blonde to red at the tips, and she has small horns that curl toward her face. Her skin is a reddish-brown, with golden eyes and freckles across her face. She’s wearing a small red dress with a white collar and trim. She smiles at you, hands clasped together politely. ‘’Happy christmas!’’

You smile and step toward her. She runs over and hugs you. ‘’Happy christmas, sweetheart.’’ you murmur softly. She steps away and looks at the bag in your hand.

‘’Want me to take that?’’ she asks, polite as ever. You chuckle and pull it away.

‘’No, no. Those are the presents.’’ you wink at her. She looks surprised for a second before breaking into a grin. You can feel LJ’s eyes gazing intently at your back. He definitely heard that. You walk past Slendra and crouch down at the gigantic christmas tree. A bonus of having a big house with high ceilings. You take your gifts out, one by one, and set them under the tree. You glance up and see LJ is standing next to the tree, watching you intently. You giggle. ‘’You’ll get yours later, sweetie. Promise.’’ you chide. He smiles and laughs a bit before moving over to you. You let out a noise of surprise as he suddenly picks you up and carries you past the kids to the couch. You laugh a bit as he sets you down.

‘’Ya want anyfink, luv?’’ he asks. You think for a moment.

‘’A drink would be nice.’�� you say before glancing at Sam. ‘’Sweetie, do you want anything?’’

He looks over his shoulder at you. ‘’Do you have batteries?’’ he asks. Jack arches a brow and looks at you.

‘’He got a car from his grandma. It needs batteries.’’ you murmur. He smiles in understanding and nods before reaching into his sleeve.

‘’Sure, kiddo.’’ he pads over to him and pulls out a package of batteries. ‘’Le’ th’ girls pu’ ‘em in, okay? Don’ want’cha ge’in ‘urt.’’

Sam grins and nods, taking the batteries. ‘’Thanks Jackie!’’ he chirps before handing them off to Jasmine. Slendra walks past them as LJ disappears into the kitchen, sitting down beside you with a sigh. You tilt your head at her and smile.

‘’I like the dress.’’ you say simply. She looks at you and smiles. ‘’You been working in the kitchen?’’

She nods. ‘’Yeah. Mum needs ‘elp, and th’ twins are lazy soooo…’’

‘’I ‘eard tha’!’’ Juliette calls, glaring at you both. The two of you laugh. You listen to Slendra talk about her morning so far. She got some notebooks, a new dress from her uncle and a couple stuffed toys. You listen to her ramble about the lunch she’s been helping Slender make. Apparently she’s supposed to get more gifts, later, after everyone’s eaten. Slender and LJ must be saving some for when you and Sam came over. Considerate, you wouldn’t expect anything less.

"Ere luv," LJ's voice makes you look up from your conversation. He's holding a glass of champagne in one hand. He smiles at you and holds it out. "Budge up, will ya?" He moves over and takes a seat on the couch, putting himself in between you and Slendra. Definitely on purpose, as he ruffles the girl's hair affectionately.

"Pops! Be careful! If ye mess up me 'air mum will be mad!" She squeals, pouting. LJ laughs and looks at you.

"Kids, eh?"

You roll your eyes. "Tell me about it." You reply with a grin. You sip your champagne and look over at Sam and the twins. The car is up and running, and it's spinning around the floor in donuts. You smile a bit, watching Sam play with the twins (if by playing you mean listening to them talk his ears off).

The kitchen door swings open and you glance aside. Slender seems to smile. ‘’Lunch is ready, my dears.’’ he calls softly. You smile and get up. Jack takes your hand in his and tugs you into the kitchen. You can hear the twins behind you, still talking to Sam. He doesn’t seem to mind. He’s probably happy to be included in a conversation, especially with much older kids. The second you enter the kitchen you’re hit with the heavenly smell of fresh-baked pastry and roasting meat. You glance around, admiring the decorations before your eyes fall on the table. It’s practically a banquet, with plates of pastries, bowls of vegetables, a roasted ham and what you assume to be a casserole? You stare in wonder at the pigs-in-blankets before the sound of a cork popping makes you look up and over at Slender, who’s holding a bottle of wine. ‘’Do you want a drink, dears?’’

‘’I’ll ‘ave one!’’ Juliette calls with a grin as she sits down at the table. She ushers Sam to come over and sit between her and Jasmine.

Slender shakes his head. ‘’I know you do, Juliette.’’ he murmurs. ‘’You too Jasmine?’’ he asks. The girl nods. He doesn’t even need to ask Jack, he already knows it’s a yes. He looks over at you as he walks over to the table. ‘’y/n? Wine?’’

You smile and nod as you sit down beside Jack, across from Juliette. ‘’Sure.’’ Sam watches Slender pour out the wine and glances at you.

‘’Can I have some too?’’ he asks innocently. Your eyes widen with surprise and Jack wheezes beside you. The twins both cock a brow, looking at him in bemusement. Slendra watches him from her own seat, seemingly impressed by his brave ask.

‘’No, wine isn’t-’’

‘’Sure, sweetie,’’ you interrupt Slender, catching LJ’s eye and grinning slyly. ‘’One of the girls can give you a sip, can’t they?’’ you look over at Jasmine. Her eyes narrow at you for a moment, seemingly debating if she wants to go along with you or not. Eventually she gives in, holding her glass to Sam.

‘’Aight.’’

‘’Jasmine!’’ Slender practically shrieks, making LJ snicker. Slendra has to slap a hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Sam takes the glass from Jasmine and takes a small sip.

His nose scrunches up in disgust and he shakes his head. ‘’That’s icky!’’ he declares. Juliette wheezes beside him, leaning her hand on the table for support. You can’t help it- you start laughing too. LJ is the same, cackling with that infectious laugh that has Slendra giggling beside him. Slender folds his arms.

‘’You’re all ruining christmas.’’ he mutters before sighing. ‘’Slendra, Sam, do you want juice?’’

‘’Yes please.’’ they both chirp. The rest of you start eating, passing around plates and bowls. The food is delicious. The roast potatoes are cooked to a perfect crisp, the meat is juicy and flavorful and the casserole is apparently potato, cheese and chicken. The pastries too are perfect. Fluffy and crispy, filled with delicious vegetables and meat. This is supposed to be just lunch?

‘’I think I did the ham wrong.’’ Slender murmurs, breaking the silence. You didn’t even realise nobody was talking, you were all too busy eating. You glance at him in surprise. ‘’It’s a bit too sweet.’’

Jack rolls his eyes. ‘’Slen, ye did i’ grand. ‘Ones’ly, this is amazin’. This is good enough fer th’ bluddy queen.’’ he gives Slender a firm look and you nod in agreement.

‘’Yeah,’’ you pause to swallow the bite of casserole in your mouth. ‘’This is delicious, sweetheart. I don’t think I’ve ever had something this good! Definitely better than I can do, right Sam?’’

The boy nods. ‘’Yeah! You could never make something as good as Slendy’s cooking!’’ he chirps. Your smile drops.

‘’Gee, thanks.’’

The twins giggle on either side of him. You roll your eyes playfully and get back to eating. The food is amazing, as you expected, and the meal is fun. LJ and Slender’s family are always fun to be around. The twins poke fun at each other, LJ makes bad jokes and Slender always has a blunt comment to add that makes you and Slendra laugh in unison. By the time you’re finished eating, you’re stuffed, and dinner feels like an impossible task. Slender shoo’s everyone out of the kitchen, and LJ leads you by the hand to the living room and onto the couch. He pulls you onto his lap, nuzzling against your neck lovingly. He feels soft, like a giant pillow, which makes you giggle. Jasmine shoots you a dirty look, but it disappears when Slender walks into the room.

‘’Are we ready for gifts?’’ he asks. Sam and LJ’s heads snap up, looking at him. You laugh a bit.

‘’Think so.’’ you reply. You wriggle out of LJ’s arms and move over to the tree, crouching down. ‘’You guys mind if I go first? I uh- put a lot of effort into my gifts and wanted to make them really special…’’ you look over your shoulder and smile a bit. LJ grins and Slender nods. You smile and sit back on your knees, pulling out two of the presents. ‘’Uhh...these are for Slendra and Juliette.’’ you turn around, holding out the gifts. The two girls walk over, taking their gifts. Juliette shakes hers, since her gift is bigger, while Slendra kneels down and carefully unwraps the paper on her gift. She gasps and holds it up.

‘’No way!’’ she grins at you. In her hands is a small box, with transparent plastic on the front, showing off the bow-tie inside. In the centre is a bright blue gem, and on either side, several peacock feathers. She grins and looks down at it. ‘’This is so fancy!’’

You chuckle. ‘’Yeah! I saw it and- well I remembered that time we went to the zoo.’’ you smile at her. She chuckles.

Juliette suddenly squeals and you turn to look at her. She’s grinning wide. ‘’Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!’’ she squeals, picking up the box.

LJ tilts his head from the couch. ‘’Wo’ is i’, luv?’’ he asks, smiling in amusement.

‘’A nail kit!’’ she squeaks. ‘’L-Like in th’ salons! ‘Cept I can do i’ a’ ‘ome now!’’ she grins, turning the box over to look at the information on the back. You chuckle.

‘’I remember coming over here and hearing you complain about how expensive getting your nails done is so…’’

She looks up at you and smiles in surprise. ‘’Ye were listenin’ t’ all’a’?’’ she asks, her voice soft and taken aback. You nod and tilt your head.

‘’Of course I was.’’ you reply. She looks down at the box again and smiles wider. She looks genuinely happy. You grab the other gifts and stand up. One large, flat triangle and an elegant black bag. You walk over to the couch and hold out the triangular gift to Jasmine. Jasmine has always been a little...wary of you. You don’t blame her. You’re dating her parents so it makes sense. She takes the gift, unwrapping it curiously.

Her eyes widen and she gasps. It’s a large, heart-shaped eyeshadow palette. ‘’I’ve been savin’ up fer this!’’ she yelps. You catch LJ’s eye and he winks at you. Jasmine looks up at you and smiles, pressing the palette to her chest. ‘’...Thanks y/n. I luv i’.’’

‘’Ye be’er plan on sharin’ tha’!’’ Juliette calls. Jasmine purses her lips and narrows her eyes.

‘’...only if ye do me nails fer me.’’

‘’Deal.’’

You laugh and turn to LJ and Slender. You smile nervously and reach into the bag. ‘’I hope you guys don’t mind...I combined your gifts into one.’’ they both tilt their heads curiously as you pull out two small white boxes. You hand one to each of them. ‘’You guys are...really open about yourselves. I mean- the matching wedding rings, eheh- and I know I’ve only been dating you guys a couple months but...I wanted to get something that represents all three of us.’’

LJ opens his box and pulls out a small, gold necklace. He gasps. ‘’Oooh!’’ he grins, eyes sparkling excitedly.

Slender is more delicate as he lifts up his own necklace, examining it. ‘’Oh- oh! Oh, dear you shouldn’t have…’’ you can tell he’s really happy. His head turns, looking at LJ. ‘’Dear do you- know what the symbol on it is…?’’

LJ looks up. ‘’Eh?’’ he looks down at the necklace. ‘’I’s er- well i’s a ‘eart, and one ‘f em uh- infini’y symbols!’’ he looks up, smiling, seemingly proud of himself for getting it right. You laugh a bit.

‘’I mean you’re half right,’’ you murmur. He looks at you as you tug out the gold chain around your neck, revealing that you yourself have a necklace to match them. ‘’It’s an infinity heart...it’s a symbol for polyamory. It represents us.’’ you explain softly. LJ looks at you in surprise, then smiles.

‘’Awe...luv…’’ he grins and reaches over, pulling you onto his lap. You giggle and grab his necklace, fastening it on for him. He smiles proudly and pecks a kiss onto your forehead. You laugh again, blushing hard. Slender suddenly taps your shoulder, catching your attention. You look up at him.

He’s holding a small gift, wrapped in festive red paper. Curious, you take it and pull off the paper. Inside are two things. A picture frame, and a piece of paper. You flip over the picture and your face lights up. It’s a picture of yourself, Slender and LJ from one of your first dates. You smile. ‘’Awe...Slender…’’ you don’t even have to ask if it was his idea. This has his name written all over it. He pats your head, pleased that you like it. Your attention turns to the slip of paper. You grab it, flipping it over. Your eyes widen and you look up at Slender. ‘’A- a spa weekend…?’’

‘’Tha’ wuz my idea.’’ Jack says above you, sounding proud. You look up at him in surprise and he smiles. ‘’Ye work real ‘ard, y/n...fer Sam, fer me an’ Slen...ye deserve a break. Ta trea’ yerself.’’ he leans in close and kisses your cheek. His clawed hand runs through your hair.

‘’We can look after Sam while you take the weekend to yourself.’’ Slender adds. You look up at him, then back at LJ. You smile softly. ‘’We really care about you, my dear…’’

‘’Yeh!’’ LJ smiles at you gently and caresses your cheek. His expression softens. ‘’...ye are g’nna look after yerself, righ’ luv?’’ he asks. ‘’Cuz we care abou’ ye...a lo’.’’ he tilts his head, cupping your face in his hand. Slender’s hand rests on your shoulder, reminding you he’s there, and that he loves you. You smile gently and give a meagre nod.

‘’Yeah...I will. promise.’’

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rangoatemybabynsfw · 5 years

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Kinktober (2019) Day 8: Prostitution/Sex Work

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender Pairing: Shiro/Keith Tags: Bottom Keith, Top Shiro, Prostitution, handjob, blowjob, facefucking, anal sex, safe sex, cowgirl position, missionary position,

Author’s notes: I don’t list an actual age for Keith in this prompt but assume he’s whatever the age of consent is. I don’t want any bullshit coming into my inbox from Sheith haters talking about how Keith is a wee babe not capable of making decisions and Shiro is a predator taking advantage of him.

ISTG, if you send me that shit I will just immediately block you. IDGF.

It’s been two weeks and Shiro has to finally accept it. Adam’s not moving back in.

Their little spat in the workroom about him going to Kerberos really did break them. Adam filed for new officer quarters and took only the things he cared about with him. Sometimes they guest lecture together, but Adam won’t voluntarily speak to him. It stings but part of him still feels justified in his decision to go on the mission.

If Adam doesn’t want to support his dreams...then he’ll accomplish them without him.

Normally, on Fridays, he would go out to dinner with Adam. Just the two of them. And the past two Fridays, he sat in his quarters reading and working out. But now he’s finally getting stir crazy. Not to mention he hasn’t gotten any in weeks which means he’s on edge a little more than usual.

Maybe it’s finally time to drown his sexual frustrations in a stranger.

He knows exactly where to look. There’s a city near the Garrison and on the far side of that city is a place called Rainbow Row. A little on the nose, but it’s a place known for its gay nightlife. Dance clubs and bars and more. He knows for certain that there are more than a few prostitutes in the area too.

It’s far enough from the Garrison that no one will recognize him if he picks up a hooker. Not that it’s against the rules but it is frowned upon since it doesn’t exactly paint the officer in a good moral light. He goes in civilian clothes with the hope that if someone does recognize him, they’ll at least know he’s off duty and maybe mind their own business.

He cruises the street a little in his car, looking at the common gathering grounds. No one catches his eye until he tries the other side of the street. From behind he sees a tiny skirt, fishnets, and a crop top. All of it black, just like the dark hair pulled up into a tail and exposing his neck. His eyes scan up from the high heel boots to his neck, checking out everything in between.

Looks more than satisfactory. So Shiro pulls up and flickers his lights to get their attention.

The hooker heads his way, swaying a little seductively to show off his hips. He taps Shiro’s window and he rolls it down so he can lean his face in and tell Shiro his prices.

“It’s thirty for a blow, ten extra to swallow. Sixty if you want---”

“Keith?” Shiro interrupts with disbelief.

There’s a moment of stunned silence as they both stare wide-eyed at each other. It’s impossible to tell who’s more shocked to see who but Shiro is the first to actually speak.

“What...What are you doing here?” Shiro asks.

“Uh, I...n-nothing,” Keith tries.

“You’re...selling yourself,” Shiro realizes and Keith frowns and averts his eyes. “Why?”

“Why do people usually sell themselves?” Keith huffs while crossing his arms and squeezing. “I need money. It’s not like Garrison tuition is free.”

Shiro is aghast. This can’t be real. The kid he took under his wing is out here selling his body to pay his way through school. This is not what he wanted for Keith when he helped him get into the Garrison. And now that he knows, he can’t let this continue.

“Get in, right now, Keith,” Shiro says and unlocks the doors.

“Shiro, it’s---”

“Right now,” Shiro repeats sternly, brokering no arguments.

Keith frowns, grabs his bag, and slides into the passenger seat. He clicks his seatbelt and Shiro drives off. There’s a few minutes of silence before Keith clears his throat.

“So...where are we going? Parking garage?” Keith asks.

“I’m taking you where you should be,” Shiro reveals, his tone agitated. “The Garrison.”

“What? No!”

“Do you know how lucky you are that I caught you?” Shiro asks, his anger barely restrained. “If someone else caught you they’d have expelled you!”

“You’re not the first officer to catch me,” Keith huffs and sinks into his seat while hugging his arms close.

The underlying message being...he wasn’t expelled. He’s still out here selling himself. Which means, Keith bought their complicity somehow and Shiro has a feeling it wasn’t money that Keith paid them off with.

Shiro pulls into a gas station to fill up his tank and gather his thoughts.

He has to get Keith back to the Garrison and he’s got to convince him to stop doing this. All it takes is the wrong person seeing him, the kind of person who can’t be bought, and they’ll kick Keith from the Garrison. He’s a bright student, but he’s also an orphan, which means if they kick him out, he’s got nowhere else to go.

There’s got to be something more Shiro can do. He can’t let Keith flush his potential down the drain like this. Maybe he can get a loan to pay the rest of Keith’s tuition. He could co-sign it. Then when Keith becomes a legitimate pilot he can pay it all back without having to risk slumming it on the street.

Shiro takes a seat back inside and puts his key in the ignition. He doesn’t turn it yet. Instead, he sighs and turns to his passenger who is gazing out the window.

“You can’t do this anymore,” Shiro tells him, trying to keep his tone soft and sympathetic.

“I’m a legal adult, Shiro. You can’t stop me,” Keith says back without moving.

“Someone will report you, Keith. It’s just a matter of time,” Shiro explains. “Hell, I should do it but I don’t want you to lose out on this great opportunity you have with the Garrison. We’ll find another way to pay---”

“What were you doing on Rainbow Row, Shiro?” Keith interrupts to change the subject.

“I…” Shiro falters but then shakes his head. “That doesn’t matter.”

“You weren’t there to go dancing,” Keith says, his eyes darting to Shiro finally. “Were you looking to buy someone’s services?” he asks, finally sitting up from the window and fully looking at Shiro. “Were you going to buy me for the night?”

“Yes. I mean--no!” Shiro stumbles a little over his words. “No, I… of course not,” he finally says.

“But you drove right up to me,” Keith points out and leans a little closer. “You must have seen something you liked before you saw my face and had an attack of conscience. What was it?”

Keith places a hand on Shiro’s and grasps it gently in his warm fingers. He guides the hand up to his face and turns his head.

“My hair?” he asks and brushes Shiro’s fingers through the soft strands of his ponytail. “Or maybe my neck?” he guesses and slides Shiro’s knuckles against his fluttering pulse.

“Keith, I…” Shiro barely utters.

“My chest?” Keith asks and presses Shiro’s palm to his sternum. “Was it my legs?” he continues his query and slides that palm down his fishnet thigh making Shiro hold his breath. “Or maybe...you wanted what’s under the clothes?”

When Keith slides his hand up inner thigh right between his legs, Shiro bites back a noise and finally pulls his hand out of Keith’s. He swallows nervously and wills himself not to get hard.

“You’re not a Garrison officer here and I’m not your student. You’re just a man. And tonight I’m just a whore. Means if you pay, you can have it just like anyone else,” Keith tells him. “If not, I’m getting out and hitching a ride back to Rainbow Row. So unless you’re going to pay to scold me, we’re done.”

Keith pops open the door and swings a leg out to leave but Shiro grabs hold of his arm.

“How much...would you make a night?” Shiro asks, his eyes closed like he’s trying to focus.

“Not much. $150 on average,” Keith shrugs. “And I’ve already made sixty from two---”

“I don’t...need to know the details,” Shiro interrupts and pauses as he takes a deep breath. “If I give you the rest...will you quit for the night? Please?”

“Yeah, sure,” Keith nods and closes the car door.

Shiro lets go of Keith’s arm and pulls out his wallet. A fifty dollar bill and two twenties. If that’s what it takes to get Keith to stop tonight then it’s worth it. He passes them into Keith’s hand and Keith stuffs the bills into his skirt pocket.

“Great,” Shiro sighs with relief. “Now that that’s done, we can---”

Shiro doesn’t get the rest of the sentence out of his mouth because a hand grabs and turns his face into receiving a kiss. A soft, wet, hungry series of kisses, with a tongue licking its way into his mouth. Shiro’s too shocked to fully grasp what’s happening or what to do, that is, until a palm goes to his crotch and gives it a firm squeeze. That’s when Shiro gets control of his senses back and grabs Keith by the shoulders to push him back.

“What are you doing, Keith?” Shiro asks him, a little breathless.

“Completing our transaction,” Keith answers as if it were obvious. “You paid for me for the rest of the night, right?”

“No. I mean, yes, in a way. What I mean is…” Shiro collects himself then tries again. “You don’t have to do that. I paid you so you wouldn’t have to do that.”

“I don’t take handouts,” Keith says with a petulant frown and rummages into his skirt pocket. “If that’s what your money is...then you can have it back.”

Keith extends the folded bills back out to Shiro with a serious look on his face. Shiro stares at the money, uncertain what to do. If he takes it back, Keith’s just going to go back to the Row regardless of what Shiro has to say about it. If he gives the money to Keith, Keith’s going to insist he earns it.

Shiro’s lips on Keith’s, his fingers entwined in dark hair, pulling gasps and sighs out of him with each thrust. Would Keith call out his name? Would he beg for more speed? Plead for Shiro to fuck him deeper?

He was going to buy someone’s company tonight anyway, right? Why not...Keith?

Shiro reaches out and folds Keith’s fingers around the money, pushing it back to Keith with a flush on his cheeks.

“I uh...I have a room I rented for the night,” Shiro reveals and coughs to clear his throat. “We can...do it there.”

Keith nods his understanding and sits. They both click their seatbelts and Shiro pulls out of the gas station to drive them to the motel.

The whole drive is silent but the air is full of Shiro’s nervous energy. Keith seems indifferent to it. Like he’s used to it and that slightly horrifies Shiro even more. When they arrive, Keith hops out of the car with his bag and follows Shiro into the room without a word.

It’s cheap but it’s clean. Shiro tells him to go ahead and use the shower. To clean up and relax if he wants. Keith just shrugs and takes his bag into the bathroom, the water starting up once he’s closed the door. Shiro takes a seat on the mattress of the twin bed and rests his chin on his folded hands.

What is he doing? What is he doing? What is he doing?

Why is he so nervous about this? Keith’s of legal age. Prostitution is legal here too, though it's still frowned upon for moral reasons. He’s not coercing Keith into doing this. By all accounts, he’s not doing anything illegal, and yet he’s nervous.

Maybe it’s because of Adam, he thinks somberly. He only just got out of a long term thing. Maybe it’s still too soon.

Or maybe it’s just that Keith is...well, he’s Keith.

Shiro’s never looked at him like an adult because he’s only ever been ‘that kid that Shiro is mentoring’. But it’s been almost eight years since he first met him. Keith’s not a little kid anymore. He’s capable of making his own decisions and has been for a while and Shiro simply hadn’t noticed the change in him.

“Or I’ve been in denial,” Shiro sighs and shakes his head.

The bathroom door opens with a squeak and steam pours out. Shiro sits up straight as Keith exits.

He’s in boxers briefs and tousling his wild hair dry with a towel. Shiro hadn’t realized Keith had been wearing makeup before. With it gone he no longer has a babyface, he looks a little older and less feminine. He looks a hundred times better this way.

And while Keith is smaller than him, he’s still very fit. Well-sculpted muscles with a couple scars on his legs and side. Childhood injuries from the lightness of them. Nothing recent for which Shiro is relieved. No bruises either. Means that despite all the risk Keith’s been taking, no one’s physically harmed him.

Keith steps over to the bed and stands before Shiro, looking down on him while holding the towel ends around his neck. He looks...so self-assured. Confident. It’s like he’s seeing the real Keith for the first time.

“Ready?” Keith asks him and Shiro gives him a nervous smile.

“As I’ll ever be,” he answers.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite unless you ask me to,” Keith smirks.

Keith crawls into Shiro’s lap, looping the towel around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Shiro meets the kiss, stiffly at first but relaxing more and more with each subsequent kiss. He thought he’d feel strange kissing Keith back but it doesn’t. In fact, it feels so natural that Shiro’s hand is already curling around Keith’s neck and pulling him in for deeper kisses.

“See? It’s nice, right?” Keith asks and Shiro just barely nods his head before kissing Keith more.

Keith tosses the towel aside and his hands travel down Shiro’s chest. He reaches the hem and pulls it up, inch by inch until he’s peeled it off Shiro’s body. Those glide down again, this time on skin, making Shiro shiver.

He goes for Shiro’s fly next, unbuttoning it and slipping his hand inside to palm Shiro’s hardon trapped within his boxers. Shiro moans in his mouth, his fingers squeezing Keith’s sides as his cock twitches.

“K-Keith…”

“You’re so big,” Keith whispers and squeezes again. “I want to see it.”

Keith rubs and slowly works Shiro’s cock out of his pants, stroking as he kisses Shiro. He rolls his wrist and brushes a thumb over the sticky pre-come dripping out of his slit. Shiro exhales another weak moan, his face pressing into Keith’s shoulder as he takes heavy breaths.

Shiro doesn’t realize that Keith’s slipping out of his lap until he suddenly finds that his hands are empty.

He opens his eyes to find Keith on the floor, up high on his knees. He’s pulling his hair back with a tie and when done he returns to stroking Shiro’s weeping cock. The other hand takes Shiro’s hand and guides it into his ponytail, encouraging Shiro’s fingers to hold there. And then he takes his hand away.

Shiro sees what’s going on here. It’s written all over Keith’s face. Face flushed and eyes deferring downwards. He wants Shiro to take control now. To treat him like the whore he paid for.

Shiro tightens his hold and pulls Keith forward, nice and close to his cock. Keith’s lips part and his tongue darts out, licking a hot line from base to tip and catching that stream of precome in his path. He licks his lips and swallows, his eyes telling him he’s ready for more.

Keith’s face is tugged further by his ponytail and pushed into sinking onto Shiro’s cock. His lips spreading and mouth sucking in his thick girth with a moan. Shiro bites back the initial gasp but can’t restrain the next few when Keith starts to bob over his cock, sloppy with spit dripping down his chin.

At first, Shiro just lets Keith set the pace but then he gets the urge to rock his hips. He braces his feet on the floor, holds tight to Keith’s hair to keep him from moving, and then snaps his hips forward. Keith lets out an aborted whine, like he was caught off guard, his eyes flying open and then lidding as he looks up at Shiro.

It’s all the permission he needs to fuck Keith’s face. Shiro keeps going, panting as he thrusts and reveling in that desperate look on Keith’s face.

It’s only a few minutes later that he sees Keith’s wriggled his hand into his underwear. There’s another squelching wet noise in the room and it’s Keith fingering himself. He must have lubed up ahead of time so they wouldn’t have to stop in the event that Shiro wanted to fuck him.

And now he really wants to.

Shiro pulls Keith off his cock, to which Keith coughs a couple times and pants to catch his breath.

“Can I...fuck you?” Shiro asks, his voice raspy with need.

“Y-Yes, yes,” Keith nods. “Th-There’s condoms...in my bag.”

“I have some in the drawer,” Shiro says, pulling Keith off the floor and onto the bed.

Shiro pulls off the rest of his clothes and quickly puts on the condom. Keith’s already kicked off his boxers. He continues to finger and stretch himself as he waits for Shiro to tell him how he wants him.

Shiro doesn’t have the stamina most have thanks to his disease, so the only position he can do that won’t be short-lived is riding. He props up a few pillows and lays out before gesturing Keith to get on top of him. Keith clambers over and Shiro takes him by the hips to line him up. Once there, he thinks Keith will go slow, that he’ll ease into pushing that cock inside him.

He doesn’t.

Keith drops like a rock, that cock spearing into his ass and punching a great moan out of both of them. Without a moment to waste, Keith’s already rocking onto that cock. He braces his hands on Shiro’s stomach, raising and rolling his hips before dropping again.

With his hands on his hips, Shiro adjusts Keith into a better position and then starts meeting Keith’s drops with thrusts upward. He’s hitting places that Keith didn’t know existed, making the man over him exhale several moans. They keep getting higher pitched until Keith’s biting back whines. He sees that Keith’s own cock is starting to drip uncontrollably and guesses it won’t be long before he erupts.

“Sh-Shiro...I...ahH! I...I’m…”

“Go ahead,” Shiro nods his understanding. “Do it…”

Keith shakes his head with a whine, biting his lip as he rocks and hits the sweet spot again.

“What’s---”

“Not… supposed to… I… ahH! I’ve never… not while working…” Keith tries to explain.

Keith’s never come while doing his sex work before. He’s given several blowjobs, fucked and been fucked a dozen times but he’s never gotten off. No one ever did anything that made him feel this desperate for release. But seeing Shiro under him, flushed, sweaty, and moaning Keith’s name...

This was just a means to get money. He never thought he’d ever actually enjoy himself.

Not until Shiro.

“Never?” Shiro asks again.

“N-Never,” Keith stammers. “O-Only...on my own…”

If that’s the case, then Shiro’s going to be the first.

He rolls them and puts Keith’s legs over his shoulders. He can’t do this for long so he makes every thrust count. With slow deep rolls of his hips, he’s got Keith fisting the sheets and almost sobbing. Shiro kisses and licks at his neck as he rocks. Then he wraps his hand around Keith’s cock and starts pumping it.

Keith practically screams, his body arching and spasming. His face nearly disappears into the pillows as his stomach is splattered with come. Shiro buries his face into Keith’s neck with a groan, reaching his own release within moments.

He pulls out and rolls off of Keith, putting his legs down carefully. The towel is grabbed from the side of the bed and Shiro uses it to wipe up the ungodly amount of come on Keith’s body. Keith doesn’t even react, if Shiro didn’t know any better he’d think Keith had passed out.

But Keith is taking measured breaths, the sound raspy as if his throat were sore. Shiro wouldn’t be surprised if it were after that ecstatic scream.

“Is that...what good sex is supposed to feel like?” Keith finally asks.

“I suppose,” Shiro shrugs with a half-smile.

“Great,” Keith groans and rolls over to hide his face under a pillow. “Now I’m never gonna be able to pimp myself out again.”

“Are you serious?” Shiro blinks with disbelief. “You won’t go back to Rainbow Row?”

“No,” Keith resignedly sighs. “The only sex whores get is mediocre and now that I’ve been spoiled with the good shit, I won’t accept anything less. So, thanks a lot,” he says, trying to sound annoyed.

“Keith,” Shiro says sympathetically, placing a hand on Keith’s shoulder. He snorts out a small laugh when he sees that Keith’s blushing despite his frown.

“Now I’m going to have to find another way to pay my tuition.”

“I can help,” Shiro offers. “And I promise it won’t be a handout. I’ll look into some work-study grants for you.”

“Thanks,” Keith says as he sits up, still maintaining his frown and blush. “Uh, Shiro?”

“What is it, Keith?” Shiro asks and hands Keith his underwear.

“Is this a one-time thing?”

God, he hopes not...but that’s really up to Keith, isn’t it?

“Do you want it to be?” Shiro inquires.

There’s a long pause as Keith thinks. He stands and sits back down next to Shiro. He lifts his head to look into Shiro’s eyes before his gaze darts down to his hand. He tentatively takes it his own.

“No, I don’t,” he finally answers.

Shiro dips his head and rests it against Keith’s as his fingers close around Keith’s.

“Neither do I.”

#kinktober 2019 #sheith #bottom keith #Volporn #Volpron #Prostitution/sexwork

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Of course my dear, here ya go, I hope you like it and that it's alright, I didn’t really know what to write! P.S Sorry I didn't see this in my inbox sooner!❤

NSFW and fluffy domestic headcanons

Fluffy:

In the mornings his first priority is to snuggle up to you as he shakes off the feeling of sleepiness. He usually puts his head in the crook of your neck and intertwines a leg with yours. By the time you have to wake up, you're a messy snuggle pile with your limbs sticking out everywhere.

When getting ready in the mornings he will totally shoot some finger guns your way with a wink or stick his tongue out and make weird faces if you catch him staring.

He loves to be close to you and will always find a way for you to be touching each other in some form, even if it’s just his hand brushing against you. Most of the time you will find an arm snake its way around your hip or feel his hands come around and give you a hug from behind. If at any time he has to leave he will hold onto your hand until the tips of your fingers are no longer in reach.

If he’s stressed he will rest his head on your shoulder and give out small whines here and there until you give him attention. He finds it so comforting if you to play with his hair while he has his head in your lap, listening to your voice talk back to him.

He finds it fun to hide things of yours in the palace so it forces you to go on little adventures as well as also spending time with him. He loves showing all of the little tunnels and hidden rooms and boasting about how he found them all himself.

He never thought you would be up to the idea of him teaching you how to use a sword but when you asked it made him really excited. You notice he is extremely soft when showing you what to do even reminding you in between that the swords are sharp and that you have to be careful because he doesn't want you to get hurt.

He will always consult with you on decorating ideas for every party he hosts because he loves walking into every room and being reminded of you from all of your unique tweaks here and there.

He loves it when you do his makeup and will steal kisses in between every pause you take. You swear every time you check to see if his eyebrows look symmetrical he’s staring back at you with a small smile and heart eyes.

If you chose the outfit he wore that day he will parade around in it with an extra flare of proudness, it doesn’t even matter if it matches or not

NSFW:

(Just putting out there that its canon that Lucio has a public humiliation kink, degrading him rouses him to the max. Also, I headcanon that the guy is either be a bratty pillow princess or a feral top depending on his mood so prepare yourself)

A fun game that you like to play is rousing him up when he is in the middle of his meetings, whispering dirty words of encouragement in his ear. “The things they would all say if they knew a man like you with such power and assertiveness could be made someone's bitch so easily...”

You bet he wouldn’t be able to resist his urge and try and find the closest secluded area to have you. Just to rub salt on the wound take whatever clothes he took and leave forcing him to walk around the palace in all his glory.

Use that arm of his. Whatever magic courses through it Lucio knows how to manipulate it. Vibrate? Gotcha. Temperature play? Ready. Claws? Hold up?

Two words. Body worship. He loves to praise you and show you your worth. He’ll tell you how good you feel, how beautiful your face is when you're on edge and smother you in kisses with compliments in between. Make sure to return the favor to him as well because we all know he loves being told what he wants to hear.

Favorite positions? I feel he would like spooning, missionary, and cowgirl. He loves the closeness he can have with you especially now that every touch you share your warmth radiates through him. Also, he would totally love to hold your hands and pin you down if he was on top.

The guy is so vain that his own moans turn him on. He’s very vocal. You swear he gets loud on purpose sometimes hoping a servant passing by will get an earful. If need be, gag him and do your worst making him really shout from the rooftops.

He is totally up for finding hidden areas in the palace to fuck, hell, he has a list that he’s slowly ticking off one by one. Bonus points if it's just behind the walls of a room with people.

Popped something in his neck from trying to suck his own dick and definitely flirted with Julian when he had to help him out of his situation. Of course, that didn't stop him from trying again.

Although he would rather unload with a person, that doesn’t stop him from finding time to jack off. It’s usually in the mornings not long after he wakes up and it only takes him a few minutes to climax. He sits around before making any sort of moves to clean up or get ready

#the arcana #the arcana game #lucio #count lucio #montag #montag morgasson #monty #the arcana count lucio #fluffy #lemon #well that happened #headcanon #anon #anonymous

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capnklutz · 4 years

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Center Of The Hollow Moon: Part 1

Female Reader x Werewolf! Stucky

A/N: Hi! This is my first fanfic on tumblr ahhh! Hope you enjoy :) Let me know if you want more!

You give a closed mouth smile to the gas station attendant and sweep up your drink and candy bar. It had been a long ten-hour drive so far, but you knew it was going to be worth it. The stop at the gas station was long overdue if your nearly full bladder had been anything to go by. You always feel niggling guilt when you don’t buy anything from stores when you go in so you grabbed the drink and candy on a whim.

The bell above the door jangles loudly when you shove your way out and back into the rainy weather. It had started raining in the past hour and your clothes were uncomfortably humid and damp. Tendrils of hair stuck to the back of your neck and your socks were wet. It was the end of May, but it looked like you were going to have a late spring with the rain. You still had over two hours left until you got the rental cabin.

You had decided to take a road trip the summer before you went off to college. You had been planning to take a whole trip to ‘find yourself’ or whatever when you got the email. An email from a [email protected] appeared in your inbox two weeks ago. Despite the sketchy address the website provided checked out. You had apparently won a heavily discounted month-long stay in one of their cabins. The only problem was the long drive to the secluded little town. However, the low price was nothing to pass up on and you were not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You had a little trouble convincing your parents to let you go, being a young girl alone in the wilderness. But something in you knew you would regret it if you let the opportunity pass you by, so after begging for a week they agreed. You still had to call them every night, but you didn’t mind. It would probably get lonely out there by yourself if you didn’t make friends so a phone call back home would be no extra hassle.

Your thoughts consumed you as the drizzle became a downpour and you turned your wipers on high. It was always a little bit anxiety-inducing driving in bad weather, but you would have to manage. It was hard to see and you leaned heavily over your steering wheel trying to get a clear view. Suddenly, a loud popping noise resounded through the car. It confused you for a minute until you felt the unevenness of the car. Your tire, godammit. You slowed down and pulled off to the side of the road.

The rain kept coming down heavily, with no chance of stopping. You checked the radar on your phone and groaned when it was all red rain for the next few hours without any reprieve The sun was going to be long set before the rain stopped and there was no way you were going to get stuck out in the middle of the woods after dark. You unbuckled yourself from your seat and climbed back into the trunk of the car. After some maneuvering of luggage and supplies, you accessed the spare tire. Grunting, you shucked on a heavier jacket from your bags and pulled your damp hair under the hood. You climbed back into the front of the car and shoved open the door made heavy by the harsh winds. Instantly the wind whipped your jacket around and you gripped it tight to your body.

This couldn’t get worse, could it? As if you spoke it into existence, thunder clapped loudly and the skies poured even more rain. You cursed loudly and marched to the trunk of your car. You popped it open and pulled the spare out of the compartment along with provided tools and hitch. You were very glad your dad had made you learn how to change a tire. You had gotten the flat off despite everything being slick and therefore harder to manage. When you were about to put on the spare a pair of headlights caught your attention. You had been the only car for quite a ways, so the yellow lights made you look up.

The sleek silver car slowed as it approached you and then stopped. Your heart rate doubled in your chest. It was just instinct as a girl alone in the rain to be scared of a mysterious car stopping. You had heard the horror stories of murderers and rapists alone with women. You scrambled your feet and held the lug wrench from the tool kit in front of yourself protectively. Anxious, you watched as a man stepped out the car, great. He was a dark blur in the rain, but

He cupped his hands together and shouted, “Hey there! You alright?” Thankfully, he kept his distance.

You yelled back, “Yep! Everything’s great!”

“You need any help?” He asked and you shook your head in the negative. He nodded and went to get back into his car. Before, he did he suddenly stiffened and then relaxed. He turned back toward you.

“Hey, are you going to Perch? For the, uh cabin rentals?” He asked you and you nod in response. You were a little surprised, but then again you figured the little town probably didn’t get many tourists judging by the practically carless roads near the town. The man steps away from his car and jogs up to you. You feel less anxious and more curious as the mystery man seems kind and harmless.

He reaches you and stretches his hand to shake. You take it and he introduces himself, “I’m Sam, I’m also a local.”

You tell him your name and he smiles and you smile back. He’s handsome with dark eyes and neatly manicured facial hair. There is a bit of friendly small talk before he excuses himself when the rain picks up. You watch as he drives away and you hope you see him again.

You arrive at the cabin nearing close to eight at night. Your eyelids threaten to close with every move. The long drive was exhausting and all you want to do is find the bed in this place and sleep. You wander through the small, but well enough for one person cabin. It’s cute and homey and you won’t mind spending three weeks here. You manage to stay awake long enough to take a shower and make a quick dinner. After that, you are exhausted and manage to fall asleep minutes after your head meets the pillow.

Bucky smells her first.

He’s on the porch relaxing under the night sky drinking an iced tea. He had his socked feet kicked up on the table from their outdoor seating set. Steve is inside the house making something that smells amazing. It’s a beautiful Sunday night after a hard week.

He takes a long drink from his glass and sets it down next to his feet on the table. He crosses his arms behind his head and drags in a deep breath of the night air. He smells the dewy grass, the crisp air, the pine trees, Steve inside the house, and then, something else. Something mouthwatering. He’s on high alert now, his body strung tight like a bow.

It’s subtle, but just there enough that he needs more. The scent is maybe miles away, but he shouldn’t be able to smell it, even with his enhanced senses. It shouldn’t be possible, but the tantalizing scent is there. He drags in another lungful of it. It’s sugary sweet and spicy at the same time. It’s warm and feminine with hints of vanilla. He can smell cinnamon and pumpkin spice and the earth after rain and he wants. It smells like the blanket on his bed back in the home he grew up in. It makes him feel the way Steve does when he comes home after work.

He can’t think about anything else. He wants whoever that smell is attached to right now. He wants them curled up against him on the sofa pressed between his own and Steve’s bulky frames. He wants that scent mingled in between Steve’s and his own scents and for it to be deeply permeated in his bones. Bucky’s pants are tight across the hard-on he is sporting. He doesn’t even notice Steve opening the sliding door until a crash startles him out of his intense focus.

“Oh my god,” Steve gasps from behind him. He steps past Bucky and the plates of food in shards on the floor. Steve had always had sharper sense than Bucky and he immediately picked up on the tantalizing scent as soon as he stepped out the door. He makes for the woods surrounding their home closer to the scent. Bucky almost follows him before he remembers something else in the scent notes, human. It’s a human and they are very much not. Steve’s eyes are glowing a bright golden and Bucky bets his are a similar shade. Steve looks at him then, even half feral with need they understand each other. It’s them, their mate. The final piece that they had been craving for years, their omega.

“Steve, wait.” Bucky’s voice is breathy and unsteady and Steve hesitates, but stops his march towards the owner of that scent.

“We can’t,” he says, “not yet,” he adds when Steve lets out a snarl, fangs elongated.

“Their human, and we are not in control. If we charge in there now and take them it’ll terrify them. Steve growls low and Bucky understands the sentiment he wants them too, but he has to be in control when Steve can’t. Steve paces across the grass for a moment before turning back to Bucky, eyes back to their familiar shade of blue, and he nods.

Steve walks back up to the porch and Bucky pulls him into a hug, he presses a warm kiss to Steve’s forehead. Steve sighs hard and deflates in Bucky’s arms.

“It’s a woman, our mate.” Steve mumbles against his cheek. Bucky doesn’t question it, it feels right and he trusts Steve’s better sense of smell.

“Our ‘mega,” Bucky whispers back and he can feel Steve smile against his skin.

#reader insert #stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x you #steve x reader x bucky #marvel insert #marvel x reader #reader #steve rodgers imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers x you #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine

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7-wonders · 6 years

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As Above, So Below Ch. 9

Summary: Your average, mundane life as a college student is flipped upside down when the man you thought you knew as your next-door neighbor turns out to be the God of the dead. When Michael lures you down to Hell, everything that you thought you knew about the world is proven wrong.

Word Count: 3183

A/N: This chapter’s extra long to make up for how shitty I’ve been with updating lately. Thanks for sticking around; feedback is always appreciated and my inbox is always open!

“I’m not wearing that.”

“You have to, it’s tradition!”

“Screw tradition, I’m not wearing it!”

You’re in a face-off with Madison, glaring fiercely at the woman while she clutches a corset in her hands. After Desa wasn’t able to convince you to wear it, she had gone to get Madison, which only agitated you more. You’re already nervous about seeing Michael tonight, as well as being in a room with a bunch of legendary gods and goddesses who are so much more worldly than you are. Your nerves are shot, and this is really not helping things right now.

Madison sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Why won’t you wear it?”

“Because it’s a sexist piece of clothing rooted in patriarchal values. They’re used specifically to make a woman ‘aesthetically pleasing,’ which is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” You explain your viewpoint.

“I...really hate that you’re right.” Madison concedes after a moment, causing you to smirk with pride. “Fine, don’t wear it. You’ll look great no matter what.”

Madison is already dressed, wearing a black strapless dress with sleeves that flow down to her elbows and a slit on the side of the fabric that shows off her long legs. Gold leaves accent the dress in just the right way, and the outfit is completed with a dainty diadem on her head. You can only imagine that every other woman who will be attending tonight will look just as ethereal as the woman in front of you.

“I’m not gonna be able to even stand next to you and all the other goddesses.” You chuckle, attempting to make light of your very real fear.

“Why not?”

“Look at you, and then look at me. There’s your answer.” Madison frowns, tossing the corset onto your bed and grabbing your shoulders to drag you towards the mirror.

“Why do you put yourself down so much? You do this whenever I dress you up.”

“I don’t know, it’s hard to not compare myself when I’m surrounded by all these perfect women. Plus, with social media you’ve got Instagram models and Facetune being shown to you everyday. It’s pretty much ingrained in our minds to compare ourselves and see how we can be ‘better.’” You cough, meeting Madison’s eyes through the mirror. “It’s just normal, I guess.”

“Beauty is very much a human concept. Even at the height of Greek civilization, mortals were fighting over what beauty truly was. Do you know what some of the greatest philosophers decided?” You shake your head, and she smiles. “They couldn’t come to a conclusion. Beauty’s subjective, and it’s often true that the most beautiful people carry their beauty within them.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Hush. You don’t know how beautiful you are, both on the outside and the inside. If the Greeks fought a war over Helen of Troy’s beauty, they’d fight ten wars over yours. You have the literal God of the Underworld head over heels for you, and not to mention all of the beings down here who are drawn to your inner beauty. I promise, you belong here. Besides, when you’ve been alive for as long as all of us have, judging people based on the symmetry of their face or how conventionally attractive their features are becomes very blasé and trivial.”

You attempt to desperately blink your tears away, not wanting to ruin the makeup Desa had so carefully helped you to apply earlier. First Michael’s declaration yesterday, and now Madison’s lecture/reminder today, and now you want to collapse into a puddle of tears and hug every person in sight. Madison senses this, and she rolls her eyes before sighing.

“Get over here and hug me.” She loses her balance slightly at the intensity of your hug, but quickly returns it.

“I knew you’d give into my hugs soon enough.” You mutter into her ear, feeling her shoulders shake with laughter.

“Don’t you dare tell anybody how much of a sap you’ve made me become.” She jokingly warns you.

“Your secret’s safe with me, I swear.”

“Alright, we’ve wasted enough time having a heart-to-heart chat, let’s get you dressed.” Madison snaps her fingers, and Desa appears with a dress in her hands.

Minutes later, you’re inspecting yourself in the mirror again, but this time with glee instead of criticism. The two women (your best friends here, if you’re being honest) picked out a dress made out of some flowy fabric--Organza? Chiffon? You wish you would have paid more attention to your grandmother’s attempts to teach you sewing--that falls down your body like water. The neckline is a deep V, almost reaching down to your waist. You’ve never been a fan of the color pink, but the pale pink color compliments you perfectly. Silver flowers wrap around your figure, which you’re sure is a deliberate choice on Madison’s part. Desa’s wrapped the same flowers throughout your hair. You look completely different while also looking the same as always, kind of like-

“A goddess.” Three sets of eyes go towards the door, where Michael now stands and watches you. You note with glee that fashion is, indeed, not lost on Greek gods. He’s wearing a velvet, blood-red jacket over a sharp black dress shirt, black slacks tucked into the red-bottom boots he’s fond of, and a red and black scarf tied around his neck. Red eyeshadow makes his cyan eyes pop even more than you thought was possible.

“Your hair!” You exclaim, choosing to focus on arguably the smallest detail. In your defense, his hair looks nothing like you’ve seen before; in the span of a day, his hair has grown down to his shoulders.

“You don’t like it?” He teases.

“No I do, I like it a lot, it’s just different. A good different, though.” You stutter out, blushing at how dumb you probably look right now.

“And you, my dear, look like a goddess.” Michael, ever the gentleman, kisses the back of your hand after he approaches you.

“See you out there.” Madison smirks, throwing a cheeky wink your way before sauntering out the door.

“Anything else, (Y/N)?” Desa asks.

“No, thank you Desa.” You smile at the handmaiden, who nods before disappearing. Suddenly it’s just you and Michael, which sends butterflies fluttering through your abdomen. Michael grins at you deviously before leaning in to kiss you.

“You should have started with that.” You giggle breathlessly as Michael places his large, ringed hands on your waist.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time. Less compliments, more kissing.” He makes his point by kissing you again. “I meant what I said, though. You really do look like a goddess.”

“And I meant what I said, too. I really like the hair. You should consider keeping it like this.” You run a hand through his hair, relishing in the silky feeling.

“Hmm, I’ll consider it. For now, we really should be going. It’s not too good for the host and his lovely date to be late.”

“Wait!” You drag Michael to a stop, and he looks at you in confusion. “I forgot shoes.” You say sheepishly, letting go of his hand to grab the pair of (low) heels still sitting at the end of your bed. You shove them on as quickly as possible, holding Michael’s hands for balance so that you don’t fall.

“Are you ready now?” He asks, smiling fondly at you. With your nod, he lets you wrap your hand around his forearm again, leading you to the throne room.

He can sense how nervous you are as you stand in front of the closed doors, waiting for the butlers to open them and formally introduce Michael. Your grip on his arm keeps growing tighter, and you’re nervously shifting your weight back and forth between each foot.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, (Y/N). I’ve got you.” He reassures you.

“Just...don’t let go of me, okay?”

“Never.” You straighten up when you hear the faint voice of a man announcing “the arrival of his Majesty, King Hades, God of the Dead, Lord of the Underworld, accompanied by Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” The doors swing open, and you stifle a gasp.

The throne room is beautifully decorated, looking every bit as rich and extravagant as you imagined a party thrown by Greek gods and goddesses would be. All eyes are on you and Michael as you descend down the grand staircase. You’re smiling, but on the inside you’re desperately repeating to yourself ‘don’t fall, don’t fall.’

“I’ve got you.” He repeats in your ear, hiding a smirk after hearing your terrified thoughts. At the bottom of the staircase, Michael commands all of the attention.

“Dear friends, thank you for joining us here in the Underworld tonight. Please, eat, drink, dance, and be merry.” You assume that this little speech is customary by the bored tone of his voice and the way everyone resumes their conversations the second Michael’s done talking.

“You did good.” You encourage, relaxing now that nobody’s looking at you.

“Funny.” He says dryly, smirking at you.

“I’m serious!” You bump shoulders with him playfully, enjoying the laugh you get from him. His smile quickly morphs into a frown, and you look around while trying to figure out what’s got him down.

“Here comes trouble.” He mutters before forcing a neutral look on his face. A small brunette with doe-eyes approaches, her gold dress trailing behind her. She smiles warmly, but you can see the hesitation in her eyes.

“Michael.” She greets warmly, hugging Michael quickly before pulling away.

“Sister.” He kisses both of her cheeks while you watch in bewilderment. Sister? “(Y/N), this is my sister, Hera.”

“I prefer to go by Violet nowadays.” She smiles at you, hugging you too. “It’s so nice to finally meet you (Y/N). After hearing my brother go on and on about you for months, I was beginning to think he’d never actually make a move.” You giggle as Michael grits his teeth.

“Violet.” He warns, but there’s no malice behind the ‘threat.’

“Ah, I was wondering where my darling wife had ran off too.” Violet stiffens, the atmosphere growing cold when a man with blonde curls (almost like Michael’s, you note) and dark eyes appears and places his hand on Violet’s shoulder. Your eyes widen when you realize that this must be the legendary Zeus.

“Tate.” Michael acknowledges Zeus’ presence with his modern name. Tate smiles coldly, dark eyes fixating on you.

“Is this the object of Michael’s affection?” Michael’s grip tightens protectively on your waist, pulling you closer to his side.

“This is (Y/N).” Tate holds out his arm, and you take his hand and let him kiss the back of it. It doesn’t feel nearly as nice as when Michael does it, and you take your hand back quickly from him.

“(Y/N). I’m Tate, Michael’s brother, brother-in-law, unwilling vessel used in his conception, you know.” You don’t know, but you nod anyways.

“It’s nice to meet you.” It’s a tense stare down between the two men, you and Violet looking at each other in worry.

“You’ll have to excuse us, Tate. As the host, I do have to greet the other guests.” Michael quips.

“Of course. Come, Violet.” Tate grabs Violet harshly, pulling her away as she waves ‘goodbye’ at you. When they’re far enough away, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“That was…”

“Horrible? Vomit-inducing?” Michael fills in.

“Quite the experience.” You finish, not wanting to be as cruel as Michael. “I see why you got so mad at our first supper, when I called him your brother? You handle yourself extremely well around him, though.” You smile at him, watching as the rage leaves his eyes.

“You’re the only person who can manage to calm me down so easily, you know that?” You shrug bashfully.

“One of my special talents, I guess.” Michael cocks his head to the side, listening to the song the band plays.

“Care for a dance?”

“Oh, I don’t know how to dance.” You explain. Michael smirks at you, shaking his head.

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.” Your hand intertwines with his, the other resting on his shoulder while he keeps his on your waist. You stumble a bit, apologizing profusely when you step on his toes, but soon he’s swinging you around the room, grinning as you laugh. You watch the other couples whirl around you, smiling nostalgically.

“What?” Michael questions.

“This just reminds me of a movie I used to watch when I was little. Labyrinth?” You’re not surprised when he shakes his head to let you know he doesn’t understand. “Ah, well, there was a scene where the main characters are at a masquerade ball, and they’re dancing just like this. Just reminded me of home, I guess.”

Michael looks down at you, obviously thinking about something. “I’m not sure of the extent of, or if there even will be, any consequences, but maybe we could go up Above for a visit soon?”

“You’d do that?” You ask joyfully.

“Of course I would, I-” A shriek cuts Michael off as he stops you both. The band’s playing comes to a halt, and the lights flicker as more shrieks fill the room. The doors have been blown wide open, both hanging haphazardly off of the hinges. Guests move towards the back of the throne room, trying desperately to get away from whatever threat has invaded Hell. Michael stands in front of you, so you crane your neck to get a view.

A tall figure stands at the bottom of the stairs, his head brushing against the cavernous ceilings that are at least 10 feet above you. His entire body is coal-black and moves as though it’s made of smoke, raised etchings decorating what must be considered his skin. His eyes are burning embers, and the horns that top his head shine when hit with light. Michael steps forward, shocking you. Your shock only increases when he bows his head.

“Father.” You gasp at his greeting, screams surrounding you. His father? Who is his father? You’ve never really entertained the idea of Michael’s parents. Is this Cronus, the father of the 12 main Olympians that you were taught about during (frequently-wrong) elementary school lessons? Or is this Satan himself? Zoe and Madison appear next to you, each grabbing an arm.

“Take (Y/N) to my chambers, and don’t let her out of your sight until I’m there.” They nod in agreement while you try to fight them off.

“Michael!” You protest.

“Do as I say.” He commands, looking at you with what you realize is fear. You nod, and Madison transmutates the three of you out of the throne room. You yell out in frustration after you’ve safely landed in Michael’s office, Zoe and Madison securing the premises.

“Who the fuck was that?” You question, trying to calm down before you really get angry.

“It’s...difficult to explain, but I’ll try. Basically, the so-called ‘religions’ all got some things right, and some things wrong. Even though Michael is Hades, he’s also Satan’s son. I know that it’s confusing, trust me, I’ve tried to figure this out for thousands of years but I still don’t have it all worked out.” Zoe says.

“So that was Satan?”

“Yep.”

“Is Michael going to be okay?”

“There’s no way to know for sure right now. Satan doesn’t usually show up to these sorts of events; he hasn’t even been seen for the last five centuries. The only thing to do now is wait.”

You’ve always been impatient, whether it be with test scores, appointments, or just being told to wait. You attempt to pass the time by pacing back and forth, but after twenty minutes you realize you can’t keep this up. Switching to perusing Michael’s bookshelves, another two hours pass with no sign of Michael. Zoe and Madison have remained seated on one of the couches, watching you the entire time. At some point in the early hours of the morning, you fall asleep on Michael’s bed, fully clothed and with tears of worry making tracks down your face.

The feeling of somebody touching your feet has you jolting up in a panic, ready for a fight. If there’s one thing you hate more than anything, it’s people touching your feet.

“Hey, it’s just me! Please don’t kick me!” Your eyes adjust to the dimmed lighting, finally seeing Michael crouched down in front of you.

“What the fuck were you doing?” Your half-asleep brain doesn’t even realize what’s going on right now, you’re just mad that someone woke you up.

“Your shoes were still on, I was just trying to take them off for you.” You look around the room, noticing Madison and Zoe are both gone. It takes another moment for you to realize why you fell asleep in Michael’s bedroom before you leap off the bed and into his arms.

“Michael, I was so worried! Are you okay? What happened?” You bombard him with questions. He lifts you up like you weigh nothing, laying down on the bed with you.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine. My father just picked the wrong time to stop by for a visit.”

“‘A visit?’ Madison told me he hadn’t even been seen in five hundred years.” You look at him with a frown. His hair is disheveled, and his outfit is ripped to shreds. There’s blood all over him, but the wounds have already healed. “Jesus, Michael. What did he do to you?” Your hand touches his forehead, stroking the three streaks of blood where he had obviously been scratched.

“We just had a disagreement. He’s trying to convince me to turn my back on Olympus, overthrow the system and basically unleash the apocalypse so that he can rule on Earth. It’s a fight we’ve had off and on for years.” Your mind quickly connects the dots, and you sigh.

“That’s why you needed me out of there.”

“He gave me two choices: send you back Above and ‘hope’ the prophecy works and the end of the world happens, or kill you and set it off that way.” Your blood runs cold at Satan’s ‘options’ that he’s given to his son.

“So, is-”

“I managed to banish him to Tartarus. It’s not much, and it will only hold him for a couple of weeks, but by then Madison should have found the prophecy and we can have a more concrete plan.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You can hold me?” It’s a rare moment of vulnerability, but thankfully it’s a request that you can easily handle.

“Do you want to get out of those clothes, get cleaned up or something?” He shakes his head.

“I’m just tired. We can worry about that in the morning.” The battle with his father has obviously shaken him, so you wrap your arms around him and decide to worry about the mess that’s left behind in the morning.

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fictober - day six

Prompt #6: “Yes, I’m aware. Your point?”

Fandom: Spider-Man (All Media Types/Tom Holland Films)

Warnings: Discussion of Parental Death, Bullying

Rating: G

Characters: Peter Parker & May Parker

Words: 2867

Author’s Note: part iv of a may & peter series, but works on its own. i made a terrible mistake the second i set a 2K precedent on these things, but i’m honestly really happy with how this turned out, so. enjoy. :)

>>Pros and Cons

Peter is ten years old, and whenever May watches him finish his math homework, his mind is so far beyond hers it feels like he should be the one helping her.

She knows he’s brilliant—with parents like his, how could he not be—and his teachers start suggesting they look into science magnets before he even enters middle school. She and Ben try to support his passions as much as they can, but the endowment Mary and Richard left has long since run out, and they can only afford so many expenses at once.

Which is why, when Peter comes home from school with sparkling eyes and a crinkled permission slip clutched in his hand, May feels a familiar sense of guilt creep up her spine.

“Hi May!” Peter chirps, slinging his backpack and the piece of paper down on the dining room table.

“Hi yourself,” she says, picking the bag back up and hanging it on the hook by the door. “Snack’s in the kitchen.”

Peter makes a beeline for the peanut butter sandwich in question—one of the few things Ben allows May to make, mostly because it involves zero actual kitchen appliances—and shoves half of it in his mouth. “You won’t believe what happened at school today.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” May says, picking up the note from where it had fallen.

Peter swallows down white bread and store-brand peanut butter while May flips the permission slip over and reads the summary. Apparently there’s some kind of open lab session at the Museum of Science this Friday, and anyone from Peter’s school who wants to go is allowed to count it as one of their field trips for the year. It also includes an overnight lock-in for all kids ten and over, a cut off that Peter just barely meets.

“Isn’t it so cool?” Peter gushes, his sandwich properly consumed. “Mr. Abrams said there might even be an arc reactor replica in the special exhibit section!”

“I think we agreed to avoid all forms of Stark tech after the last expo you went to.” May hears Peter pour a glass of milk as she continues reading.

“This is totally different, May! No bad guys whatsoever.” He pauses. “Unless Flash shows up.”

“Who’s—”

“Anyway we get to go for like the entire day and do our own experiments and everything, it’s going to be awesome!” Peter skids back into the dining room and sits in one of the chairs, planting his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands. He stares up at her. “Soooo. I can go, right? Ned said he was going!”

May’s eyes find the dollar signs in the fine print and she winces: all expenses not paid. “I don’t know, Peter… didn’t you have another field trip just last month?”

“Yeah, but that was for the Museum of Math. Totally different.”

May frowns and rubs at her temples.

Peter, sensing her reluctance, launches himself to his feet. “I’ll get the board!”

“Peter—” May warns, but he’s scrambling off to the closet before she can stop him.

The board had been Ben’s idea: when Peter was seven, he’d bought an eleven by seventeen inch whiteboard and drawn a line in permanent ink down the middle, with “Peter” written on one side, and “The Adult” written on the other. The concept had been to help Peter learn how to balance pros and cons, and Peter had taken to it so well that he quickly learned to follow along without the visual. They still brought it out on occasion for added effect—like right now, apparently.

Peter returns from his quest and places the board on the table. He pops the cap off of the dry erase marker, and drawing a tally mark in the section labeled Peter, says, “One: it would be totally awesome. Point for me.”

He holds the marker out to May expectantly. After a moment, she sighs and takes it from him. “You’ve already gone on the required number of field trips for this semester.”

Peter frowns as May draws a line on her side. “I can qualify for extra credit if I go on more, though.”

“You’re at the top of your class, Peter, you don’t need any credit.” May draws a line on both her side and his side. “And aren’t you supposed to be saving money for the end of the year school project?”

Another line.

Peter scrunches up his face in thought, then grins. “Yeah, but I got a whole ten dollars from Mr. Delmar yesterday for helping look after his cat!”

…Line.

They continue swapping points for the next few minutes, and May has to admit that Peter does have a fair number of valid arguments. The board quickly fills up and by the time they’ve both run out of steam, there are ten careful lines drawn on both of their sides.

Peter stares miserably at the score: Parker rules state that all ties go to the adult. “…Ned will be there?”

May taps the marker against her thigh. “Yes, I’m aware.”

Peter’s eyes shoot back and forth between May and the whiteboard.

She sighs. “…Your point.”

Peter whoops in triumph as May draws the winning line in his side of the board, and she rolls her eyes and makes a mental note to ask for an extra shift tomorrow to make up for her lapse in judgement.

She doesn’t really mind, though. The electricity in Peter’s smile could generate enough energy to light up their entire apartment.

Peter talks about almost nothing but the trip for the next four days, and his enthusiasm is so infectious May finds she’s pretty excited about it, too.

Still, she has to remind him three times to pack his toothbrush and other necessities, and when he starts debating whether he should bring a change of clothes or the circuit board he’s been building out of parts fished from the dumpster, May wonders if he’s ready for an entire night on his own after all. She mentions this to Ben, who gets hung up on the fact that Peter has built an entire circuit board out of parts fished from the dumpster.

May concedes to this argument without having to get the whiteboard out.

Finally, Friday morning comes, and May bullies Ben into letting her drive so she can take Peter to school without risking being late for work herself. Peter clutches his backpack and chatters nonstop about all the things he’s hoping to build, but as they approach the parking lot his eagerness starts to dampen.

May flicks her blinker on and glances at him in the rearview mirror. “Drop off or walk you in?”

Peter runs his finger across the zipper on his backpack. “Walk in?”

“Sure thing, Tiger.”

May parks the car and takes Peter’s hand into hers, and together they walk up the marble steps of the school. His class is meeting outside, waiting for the Activities Bus to arrive, and May can see that several of the kids are already in the drop off area. She stops at the top of the steps and squeezes Peter’s shoulder.

“Got your toothbrush?”

“Yes.”

“Toothpaste?”

“Yes.”

“And that circuit board?”

Peter crinkles his nose and shrugs. “…Maybe.”

May shakes her head, and then gives him a little push towards his class. Peter stumbles a bit, caught off guard—poor guy’s always been a little clumsy—and then suddenly he’s spinning around and May has a ten year old wrapped around her waist.

“Bye, May,” he says, voice muffled by her coat. A warmth that has nothing to do with body heat steals into her chest, and she hugs him back.

“Bye, Peter.” She ruffles his hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Peter nods, and then he’s scampering off, his reticence all but forgotten as he sees Ned waiting for him.

May watches a moment longer, just enjoying seeing him laugh, and then shoves her hands in her pockets and hurries back to her car.

Having the apartment just to Ben and herself when she gets off work does, May will admit, have its perks—namely, having Ben to herself. She can’t help but feel a little anxious about Peter, but her cell phone never rings and there’s nothing in her inbox, so she relaxes and allows herself to enjoy a quiet evening with her husband.

That sense of peace continues until she picks Peter up the next morning, and he refuses to look at her.

She’d thought he’d be bubbling over with stories from the evening, but all of his answers are perfunctory at best and snappish at worst, so May gives up trying to prompt him and just reminds him they need to pick some things up before going home.

Peter says nothing in response, and May knows something is very, very wrong.

It’s late on a Saturday morning, which means the tourists are out in full force when May and a very sullen Peter arrive at the market. May starts weaving her way through the crowd, and when a burly man bumps into her and separates her from Peter, for a heart-stopping second she thinks she’s lost him. The crowd parts and she catches sight of his blue backpack, and she snatches up his hand before he can disappear again.

May is shocked when he jerks away.

“Peter?”

He balls his fists and looks away, and another person barges between them because it’s New York.

“Peter,” May repeats, dodging around them. “Give me your hand before you get lost.”

“I won’t get lost,” Peter says, and juts his lower lip out.

“What—? Come on, I don’t have time for this, you need to—”

“I don’t need you.”

May looks at Peter in shock. “Excuse me?”

His cheeks flush and his head turns sharply away, but he doesn’t take it back. And then, so quiet May almost misses it, he whispers, “You’re not my mother.”

May swallows dry air, and even though the crowd has forced them together, she’s never felt so far away from him.

“Fine,” she says. “You follow me, then.”

May spins on her heel and makes her way to the vegetable vender, and while she’d like to say she doesn’t look back, she does, because she’s terrified he won’t be there.

She and Peter finish the rest of the errands in a similar fashion, responses clipped and Peter avoiding any kind of contact, no matter how incidental—even when she hands him the grocery bag to carry, he goes out of his way to keep their hands from brushing. When they get home, Peter goes straight to his room without even saying hi to Ben. He looks at her in bewilderment, about to head out the door himself.

May shrugs helplessly, and texts Ned’s mom before kissing her husband goodbye.

Fifteen minutes later, May’s staring at a blurry photo from yesterday of Peter hugging May on the steps, with the caption ‘MOMMA’S BOY—OH WAIT, HE DOESN’T HAVE ONE’ written on it.

After an intense interrogation, Ned admits Flash had texted the photo to the entire class, and had tormented Peter with it until one of the teachers stepped in (conveniently just before the parents arrived). He also swears Flash didn’t get ahold of it until that morning, so Peter really did have a good time for most of the trip.

…Just not the end.

May thanks Ned for his honesty and hangs up the phone. She drops her head into her hands and her hair curtains her face.

Couldn’t Parker luck have given him a break just once?

She sits in silence and wonders how on earth she’s going to fix this. Then she stands, pulls back her hair, and puts the kettle on the stove—Ben isn’t here to stop her—and fixes two slightly scalded mugs of hot chocolate.

She taps on Peter’s door, mugs balanced precariously in one hand. There’s no response, but Peter doesn’t tell her to go away, either. She takes it as the closest to an invitation as she’s going to get.

The lights are off, and Peter’s backpack has been abandoned on the floor, and the circuit board he’d been so proud of looks a lot more warped than May remembered it being. Peter himself is curled up on his bed, facing the wall. He rolls over onto his back when May walks in, though his gaze remains fixed on the ceiling. The tear tracks on his face glisten in the light from the door.

“Ned told you?”

“He’s a good friend.” May sets the mugs down on his bedside table. “I’m going to have a long talk with your teachers about this.”

Peter lets out a long breath. “I should quit school.”

“I think we might be getting ahead of ourselves.”

“Nope.” Peter rubs his arm across his face. “Actually I don’t think I can go out in public again. Ever.”

May looks at him thoughtfully, then walks out of the room. She comes back a few moments later carrying the whiteboard, and Peter groans.

“No, May, come on.”

“Too late,” May says, marking the board. “Point one: never having to face Flash again.”

Peter peeks out from under his arm and frowns. “You put that on the Adult side.”

“Correct. We’re playing Devil’s advocate today: I argue for your side, you argue for mine. Your turn.”

“This seems unfair,” Peter says, but he pulls himself into a seated position and takes one of the mugs. “I… would never graduate or get a job?”

May places two marks under Peter, and then one under Adult. “Counterpoint: lots of people work from home. You could do everything online for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t be able to make like, friends and stuff. Or go see movies.”

May draws another two marks and Peter scowls. “I feel like it’s unfair that you’re marking down two for me and only one for you every time.”

“Stop making so many points, then,” May replies. “How about this: no friends means no one can make fun of you for having them.”

“I think not having things was the problem, actually.”

May freezes midway through drawing the line. Shit.

Peter offers her a watery smile. “Maybe put that on the other side?”

He seems sad, but sincere enough, so May wipes her finger over the unfinished line and places one on Peter’s. She sets the board down. “Peter, I—”

“I’m sorry.” Tears swim into Peter’s eyes and drop into his cocoa. “I didn’t mean it when I said—I said—” He holds the mug tighter to his chest. “…I just really miss her.”

May closes her eyes, and then sits down on the bed next to Peter and pulls him to her. “Me too, Peter. Me too.”

She runs her hand through his hair. “Did I ever tell you how much you remind me of her?”

Peter looks up. “…Really?”

“Really.”

May picks up the second mug for herself, and as they drink their cocoa May tells Peter about how much she loved the sound of Mary’s laugh. The way she always tossed her hair back and how her entire body would shake, holding nothing back, and the sheer exuberance she had for life—similar to Peter’s, in many ways. About all the trouble they used to get into together, and how happy Mary’d been when Peter was born. How she thought he hung the moon, and how she wanted to give him the stars in return. How much she loved him.

“May?”

She takes a sip of cocoa and hums.

Peter plays with his thumbs. “…I really didn’t mean it.”

Chocolate coats May’s tongue before gliding down her throat, but it doesn’t feel nearly as warm as Peter’s words. “I know, buddy. I need you, too.”

Peter glows, and May takes the last sip of her drink.

“Now. Since you’ve decided hanging out with me is cool again,” May says, wiping down the board, “wanna go dumpster diving for some tech while I tell you some more stories?”

“Really?” Peter’s thousand-watt smile lights up his face.

May plucks the empty cocoa cup out of his hand. “Really. We might even hit up some of the fancier ones in Manhattan, if you’re really lucky.”

“Whoa, cool!”

Peter races off to get his jacket and shoes, and May smiles. She doesn’t have the foggiest idea what kinds of things to help Peter look for, but she’d spent a night or two playing lookout for one Mary Parker during her wilder years. She was more than willing to watch over Mary’s son, too.

She stands and puts the whiteboard back in the closet, closing the door just as Peter finishes putting on his boots.

“Ready?”

Peter nods vigorously, and May grabs her keys as they walk out, locking the door behind them. May starts to walk down the stairs, and then a small hand slips into hers.

May looks down in surprise, and Peter flushes, but doesn’t let go. May squeezes his hand and doesn’t say anything as they walk out onto the streets, because she’s not his mom, and that’s okay.

She’s still his, and he’s still hers, and that’s all they need.

#fictober19 #tw:bullying #tw: parental death #peter parker #peter parker fic #may parker #spiderman #fanfiction #i'm 100% going to need to go over these for repetitive lines #but for now #yay #<3 #may&peter #memsfic

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sariahsue · 6 years

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What Will You Do When Everyone Knows? Chapter 8

Ladybug and Cat Noir are having trouble with the newest akuma. She’s dressed all in black, hardly speaks, and keeps slipping through their fingers. To make things worse, she exposes Ladybug’s identity to the world. Which should Marinette be more concerned about? The world’s reaction, or her partner’s?

Rated PG for action. Chapter word count: 2,500.

Read chapter 1 here. Read chapter 7 here.

Marinette paced the room, ignoring Tikki's advice to make sure nothing else was missing, or go talk to her parents, or suit up and look around. She didn't want to know what else the woman had done to her room. She didn't want to tell her parents or Alya. She didn't want to waste her energy searching for the akuma. She'd turn up again soon enough. They all did.

"Will you at least stop pacing? You're only making yourself more nervous."

So Marinette sat down on the chaise and tucked her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around herself. She felt so isolated, but she'd really rather not make her parents worry any more than they already were. She'd just have to wait until Cat Noir got her message. They'd be able to think of a plan of action together.

"Should I let him tell me who he is?" she asked. Tikki swooped over and landed on Marinette's knee. "I mean, everyone already assumes that we know. So there's really no added danger if we actually know, right?" Her reasoning seemed weak. She knew she was only thinking this way because she was freaking out. She shouldn't be letting fear make decisions for her. This was selfish.

Tikki smiled gently, but her antennae twitched in excitement. "I think that's-"

There was a thud on the roof, and Marinette jumped up, ready to transform, but instead of a full-blown attack, there was only a quiet knock at her skylight. She looked up to see Cat Noir frowning with worry through the glass, his eyes already glancing around at every bit of room he could see. Marinette scrambled onto her bed to open the skylight and let him in, completely forgetting the conversation she'd been having with Tikki.

He dropped onto the bed beside her and wrapped her in a hug. "Are you all right? I'm so sorry I didn't get here sooner. I came as fast as I could."

She was startled by his affection, but squeezed him back tightly anyway, letting his warmth seep into her skin. She hadn't realized how badly she needed a hug. "I'm okay. No one's hurt."

They stayed like that for a few more seconds before she finally loosened her grip. Cat Noir dropped his arms immediately, probably not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, your pictures are gone," he said, noticing her walls. They climbed down the ladder, and Marinette stared at her feet as he surveyed the damage. She didn't want to see the empty spaces anymore.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. He bumped her shoulder with his own, and she gave him a weak smile.

"I'm fine," she said. "It's not like I can't replace pictures. No harm done, really." She wasn't even convincing herself at this point. Cat Noir looked more concerned, not less, and she could see Tikki shaking her head as she floated by the mannequin.

He took one more look around the room and then smiled at her. "We'll get your pictures back. Until then, you'll just have to stare at my handsome face instead. Huh, huh?" He wiggled his mask-covered eyebrows at her and winked.

She started to giggle - more out of nerves than anything else, she told herself - and pushed his face away. "You're having too much fun with this." Still, laughing had felt nice.

"Seriously though, didn't you lock that skylight?"

"No, I come in and out that way all the time."

Tikki was still floating around the room. Marinette assumed she was looking for other missing items.

"Maybe you should set some traps then," he said. "Home Alone style! You've already got sewing needles and rolling pins."

"Are you trying to make a pins and needles pun?" She was certain he was trying to be funny on purpose for her benefit. And she had to admit it was helping a little.

"No, but now that you mention it-"

"Marinette," Tikki said. She popped her head through the drawer of the vanity. "Your diary is missing."

"Oh, no." Marinette felt the blood drain from her face. She ran over and yanked the drawer open. The box that held her diary wasn't there, just makeup, scraps of paper, and the box her miraculous had come in. She searched the other drawers, hoping she just misplaced the diary, but it wasn't anywhere.

"Diary, huh?" Cat Noir asked, trying to keep the mood light. "Is it filled with juicy secrets about how much you love me?"

"You wish." See? she thought. He couldn't joke about it like this if he were serious, not when he knows I like someone else.

She slid the drawers closed slowly, so quietly they didn't make a sound. She was about to close the last one, the one that should have held her diary, when Cat Noir stopped her. "Wait. What's that?" He reached around her and plucked out one of the papers. It was folded neatly in half and had her name on the outside, in someone else's handwriting. He flipped it open. The inside simply read, "You're welcome."

"The text message," he said.

"What?"

"Remember I said there was a wrong number yesterday? It was the same message."

After a quick scramble for her cell and a quick search through her history, they found it again. "She has my phone number," Marinette whispered.

"But we also have hers," Cat Noir countered.

"He's right," Tikki said. She was still darting around the room, but nothing else seemed to be missing, to Marinette's relief. "Can the police track her down with the number?"

"They can if we call her," she said, dialing.

"Wait!" Cat Noir said. "They can't if we don't tell them about it!"

The call went immediately to voicemail, but she couldn't leave a message. Chantal's inbox was full. Marinette hung up and stared at the screen until it went black, her hand shaking slightly.

"This is a good thing," Cat Noir said. "This is a good thing. We know a lot more about her now."

"She broke into my locker, too," she said, still staring at the dark screen. School already felt so long ago. "Oh, my math teacher says thank you, by the way."

"Your locker? How do you know?"

"I had pictures in there, too." She flopped down on the chaise, only to get back up again a second later. Had the akuma woman sat there? Her whole room seemed contaminated by association somehow. "Ugh, I feel so... violated! I swear, she's doing this just to mess with me."

"So she got your identity, broke into your room and your locker." Cat Noir started counting on his fingers. "She stole pictures of your boyfriend."

Marinette picked up a pillow from the chaise and launched it as his head, but he dodged it, grinning broadly. It plopped harmlessly by the trapdoor behind him.

"She has your number and your diary. Anything else?"

Marinette's eyes darted up to where she hid Adrien's schedule. That wasn't there either, but she didn't say anything, and he didn't notice. She wouldn't be surprised if the desktop background was gone, as well.

"More, importantly," Tikki said, "how are these connected?"

Juicy secrets.

"That's what she wants," she said.

Cat Noir and Tikki leaned in closer to her. "What?" they asked together.

"She got my secret identity. She didn't just break into my locker. She knows the combination, which I've never told anyone except Alya."

"Your phone number's not a secret," Cat Noir said.

"Not really, but I don't give it out to strangers. That's almost the same thing."

Tikki hovered in front of her, expression disapproving. "And you keep too much sensitive information in that diary," she said.

"Sorry."

"Okay," Cat Noir said, "but why? What could the akuma be hiding in?"

"It's obvious why Hawk Moth picked Chantal now," Tikki said.

Marinette was only half listening. Her panic was rising again. There was another secret the woman took.

"She knows I love Adrien."

"W-What?" Cat Noir stuttered.

"What if she uses the fact that I'm in love with Adrien against me somehow? That was a secret, too. That's why she took the pictures. What if she hurts him? Stop it, Cat! This is serious!"

She could only describe the smile that crossed his face as "sappy." His head even tilted dreamily to the side a little bit. "Can I tell you who I am, please?"

What is with him? "No. Your secret identity is still safe because I didn't know. Absolutely not."

His smile disappeared and his shoulders slumped, but her resolve strengthened. It really was safer this way, and she couldn't put him in danger for her own selfish reasons. She wouldn't even ask for his number either, and that was that.

"Don't worry about Adrien, Princess," Cat Noir said with a sigh. "I live close by. I'll keep an eye on him for you."

"Thank you," she said, resting her hand on his shoulder. "He means a lot to me."

Cat Noir nodded and then looked at the trapdoor. "Your parents are coming up," he said, just before they knocked. He pulled up the door for them as Tikki dove for cover.

"We come bearing gifts!" Tom said. He held a tray full of food, far more than Marinette could eat by herself. "We figured you were already here, Cat Noir, so we brought extra," he explained.

"How were your finals?" Sabine asked. She glanced between both of them, making sure Cat Noir knew he was included in the question.

They didn't come all the way into her room, instead opting to lean in through the trapdoor, resting their elbows on the floor while they watched the teenagers eat. Marinette was hungry for the first time in two days, so she let Cat Noir do most of the talking. She couldn't tell if he was enjoying the food or her parents' attention more. At least he had stopped moping.

Marinette settled down on the floor by the trapdoor, trying to block as much of the room from her parents' view as she could. They hadn't noticed the pictures were gone yet, and she wanted to keep it that way. Cat Noir alternately filled his mouth and filled her parents in on their morning, how she had valiantly fought off reporters, and how he had very heroically helped distract them.

"Those reporters needed to learn some manners," he said. "They weren't very well bread."

Marinette rolled her eyes as he laughed at his own terrible joke. She suspected she was going to start hearing bad baking puns almost as often as bad cat puns.

He even talked about his day at school, though she noticed that he kept it generic, not even mentioning what subjects he had been tested on. Her parents asked more questions, but never anything specific. Cat Noir was immensely enjoying himself, and by the time the trapdoor closed again, he was in a very good mood.

They stayed seated on the floor, the platter still in between them. Her parents' footsteps had disappeared when Tikki came out of hiding to grab a cookie.

"You know," Cat Noir said, ripping off a bit of croissant and popping it into his mouth. "I'd marry you right now just to have your parents as in-laws."

He's joking.

"Wow," Marinette said. "And here I thought all that flirting was because you liked me."

"Being married to you would be a nice bonus. Almost as amazing as this croissant."

The chaise pillow was still on the floor where it had fallen, so she grabbed it and swung it at him again, laughing. This time it connected, and he yelped and fumbled for the rest of his pastry as it fell to the floor.

"I guess that makes not finishing that croissant as bad as a breakup, huh?" she asked, using her hands to sweep up the crumbs.

"At least I'm not tossing my cookies."

She made her way over to the trash with her eyes down. If they didn't have this akuma cleansed by that night, she decided, she'd get new pictures, just to fill up the awful spaces. The thought of cleansing the akuma reminded her of another issue. There was a possibility that Cat Noir would forget who she was, but he was obviously happy to finally have that information. Should she tell him what might happen? Would he still help her cleanse the akuma if he knew? She wanted to tell herself that of course he would, that this was his job, and Cat Noir would always help her. But... would he?

She was spared from making the decision by a text message from Alya.

Alya – 1:15 – I just got a report that someone dressed in black is on the roof of Dauphine University. Looks like a woman.

"She's been spotted," Marinette said.

Cat Noir jumped to his feet, hands clasped in front of him. "I'm so proud of you!"

"What?"

"Spotted."

Marinette glared at him. "She was seen on Dauphine's roof just a minute ago, and you're obviously a terrible influence on me."

Cat Noir gave a deep bow. "I'll take full credit for teaching you the fine art of punning, My Lady."

She shook her head and went back to her phone.

Marinette – 1:16 – Thanks. I thought you said you were "babysitting."

Alya – 1:16 – I had to keep Nino from interrupting you guys. It was practically babysitting.

Alya – 1:16 – He kept saying his "bro" needed his "wingman." Forwarding you the address.

Marinette – 1:16 – You're the best.

She sent the location with the message "I know." Marinette pocketed the phone and then looked at her waiting partner.

"Are you ready to roll?" he asked. He seemed to realize at the same moment she did that she needed to transform. Both of them froze, eyes on each other. Tikki floated up in between them and waited for Marinette's decision. Cat Noir cleared his throat. "Do you want me to leave or..."

Instead of answering him, Marinette said, "Tikki, spots on." She kept her eyes on him, watching his awed face through the haze of pink light.

His eyes grew even wider as the light faded and Ladybug stood in front of him. "Wow," he whispered. "It looks even cooler than I thought it would. Hey, do you want to see me transform?"

"Not today, Kitty. Ready to go?" she asked, climbing up to the skylight.

"Dauphine-itely." But he stayed where he was, staring up at her. "I feel kind of stupid," he finally said. "It's so obvious now. I can't believe I didn't figure it out."

"Well," she said, propping the skylight open, "you only saw me as a civilian a few times. It's understandable."

"Uh, right. Yeah."

Ladybug disappeared onto the roof. Cat Noir took a croissant for the road.

Read chapter 9 here.

#marichat #reveal #fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #chat noir #ladybug #multi-chapter #akuma #half-reveal #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste

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nijiirorhyme · 6 years

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Banana Fish Fic that I tried to write

Title: What’s Mine is Yours

Fandom: Banana Fish

Ship: Ash Lynx/Okumura Eiji

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1886

Chapter: 1 of 4

Description: Eiji was so excited. He was waiting all this time from the moment they booked the plane tickets to the moment they packed the day before they left. Ash and Eiji were finally going to Japan.

HEELLLLOOOO! I still haven’t gotten over the ending for Banana Fish, so my brain said fuck it and tried to write somethin about them going to Japan! Alternatively, the fic can be read on ao3! But if you’d like to read it here, it’s past the keep reading segment of this post! I have a general idea for how I want this fic to go, but if you have any recommendations as to what they should do in Japan, please don’t be afraid to drop one in my inbox! Thank you for reading!

P.S This doesn’t take place anywhere in canon and I still have yet to read the manga

Eiji was so excited. He was waiting all this time from the moment they booked the plane tickets to the moment they packed the day before they left. Ash and Eiji were finally going to Japan.

They’ve talked about it for a long time and now that everything’s settled down in New York, it was Eiji’s time to shine. No more Ash showing him around New York, it was all on him to pridefully show off his home country for the first time to the American boy. But, the two were going to be late if a certain blonde didn’t wake up soon.

“Ash! Wake up!” He looked at the clock, it was 6:30am. The latest they had to leave was 6:50am. “If you don’t get up soon we’re going to miss our flight!”

“Five more minutes...” The blonde grumbled as he covered his head with their shared comforter. Eiji’s eye twitched in annoyance. He grabbed one end of the comforter.

“You said five minutes ago,” he pulled the comforter high off Ash’s sleeping form. “Five minutes ago!” The blanket fluttered off the bed and onto the floor, exposing the blonde curled up in the fetal position with his back facing Eiji. He looked so peaceful, it almost made Eiji feel bad for waking him up in such an abrasive way, but then again, this was Ash he was dealing with.

“Breakfast’s in the kitchen. Go eat before we go!” He yelled as he stormed out of the room to organize the things they’d need for their departure.

He set their two luggages beside the door as well as the two backpacks they planned to carry on the flight with them; filled with games, cards and electronics like Eiji’s DS he brought when he first came here to New York. He wiped the sweat off his brow, but admired his handiwork. He wanted to show Ash that he was capable of some heavy lifting. After, he peered into the kitchen and smiled softly at the slightly drowsy Ash trying to eat his food. He took the bowl full of natto and sniffed it. His nose wrinkled in disgust, but nonetheless, stirred it until it was its usual sticky form, poured it over the bowl of rice, and attempted to eat it once more. Eiji’s chest softened, and an overwhelming fondness of his boyfriend even over the simplest actions filled his heart. He couldn’t wait to go to back to Japan, but this time, with his lover by his side.

The two packed their bags in the back of the Max’s car and bid their friends farewell.

“Come back and visit us okay?” Sniffled Bones, on the brink of crying. “W-We’ll miss you!”

“Y-Yea! Don’t forget us!” Kong wiped a tear from his eye.

Eiji bowed. “Thank you for taking care of me all this time. I’ll come back soon!” He stood up and flashed them his brightest smile, which caused the two’s tears to finally come.

“Eiji!” They both ran over in sync and gave him a firm hug, sandwiching him between the two. He felt the wind knocked out of him, but he let it happen. He didn’t know when the next time he’d see them again was going to be.

“Oi you guys,” Ash tapped them on their heads lightly with the knuckle of his index finger. “It’s not like he’ll be gone forever.”

The two comedically stopped their crying for one moment, before they roped Ash into the hug, sobbing more tears. “Boss!” The two cried.

Ash sighed. “We’ll be back soon.” He gently told them as he let them hug him, relishing in the warmth friendship had to offer.

The hug lasted for what seemed to be forever until Max cleared his throat. “If you guys don’t get going, you’ll be late.” He said as he checked his watch, causing Eiji to check his as well. They had a bit of time, but cut it short just in case the few extra minutes would be of use to them.

The group hug dissolved and they got into the car, waving as the two figures of their friends disappeared in the distance.

Once they arrived at the airport, it was time to also say goodbye to Max.

Without warning or advanced notice, Max hugged the two of them, one for each of his arms. “Have a good flight,” he let them go and clapped Eiji on the shoulder. “And give Ibe my regards.” Eiji nodded and thanked him for everything as well.

“See you later, Dad.” The blonde sassily waved his hand as he extended the handle of his luggage and started to walk off toward their gate.

Max clicked his tongue. “That brat’ll never change, huh.” Max sighed. “Take good care of him, okay?”

The young Japanese male turned to face him, his dark black eyes reflected his confidence and determination. “I will.”

After putting their carry-on’s in the overhead storage, the two settled down on the plane. Ash took the window seat, and Eiji took the one beside him.

“Is this your first time flying in a plane to go on vacation?” The black haired boy asked Ash excitedly. Without taking his gaze from the window, he nodded wordlessly. “Man, I do love flying! It’s the best to see all the clouds and scenery below!” Another wordless nod. “Plus when the sun sets and rises, it gets super pretty!” Another wordless nod. Something was wrong.

“Hey Ash, are you okay?” He tapped his boyfriend on the back. Ash turned to him, and he was paler than his naturally fair skin. “Are you okay?!” Eiji repeated, his voice dyed with concern.

“I-I’ll be fine.” He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was still trying to keep up his cool and brave demeanour.

“What are you scared of?” Eiji asked. “Maybe I can help.”

The blonde swallowed before he spoke. “Take o-off...” Oh. That was an understandable fear, but Eiji guessed Ash wasn’t as fearless as he let on. He chuckled at the thought. Even if it wasn’t his first time on a plane, Eiji guessed it was different if you were flying in one for leisure than one where your life was on the line.

“It’s okay, everyone’s afraid of take-off, but I have something that’ll help,” he fumbled around his pockets until he found what he was looking for. He pulled it out of his pants pocket and handed a stick to Ash. “Here, gum.”

Ash took it apprehensively. “It helps during take off. It pops your ears.” Eiji explained.

“Thanks.” He unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth, chewing it loud enough to make Eiji cringe.

“When you chew like that...” He didn’t even bother finishing his sentence. “Never mind.”

“I know,” Ash smiled. “I only did it to tease you. Since I know you hate it.”

Eiji couldn’t help but chuckle as he playfully punched the shoulder of his boyfriend, maybe a little too hard.

“Ouch, are you getting stronger?” He sucked in a breath through his teeth and rubbed his shoulder. “That one hurt.”

The black haired boy’s face lit with delight. “Really?!” Eiji rolled up the sleeve to his sweater and flexed. “I’ve been training really hard! I’m glad to see it finally paying off-“

“Just kidding.” Ash chuckled. Eiji’s face twitched in annoyance at his bratty boyfriend.

“You..!”

It was finally time for take off. Eiji looked at his boyfriend, who was leaning back in his seat, eyes closed, trying to calm himself.

He tapped him on the shoulder, which received him an intense stare. Catching Ash off guard was something Eiji would never be able to do. “Everything’s going to be fine!” He extended his hand on the shared armrest between them. “Here, if you need to hold a grown-up’s hand.” He teased.

Ash pouted. “I’m not a kid.” He mumbled as his hand made its way into Eiji’s, the warmth of Ash’s hand warming his heart as well. Then, as the plane started its ascend into the bountiful sky, Ash clenched Eiji’s hand tightly as he rubbed small circles on the back of Ash’s hand to soothe him. No matter how Eiji looked at it, he was still a vulnerable kid at heart in some ways that he hadn’t outgrown yet.

Once the plane safely took off and stabilized in the air, they were allowed to free roam, but didn’t feel the need to leave their seats just yet.

“Are you still nervous?” Eiji asked.

“Wow.” Ash replied, when the black haired boy turned to him, he saw his boyfriend’s jade eyes lit with childish excitement as if he were a kid in a candy store.

Eiji peered over Ash’s form to see what mesmerized his boyfriend, and let out a small gasp. An orangey glow dusted the clouds as the sun began to rise for the day. Eiji looked at Ash, who continued to look onward at the vast sky around them from the window, with one thought rising in his mind.

“Now you’re soaring too.” Slipped passed Eiji’s lips. Ash turned to him, looking at him in confusion. When he realized what he said, his face lit up like a beacon. “Uh,” he waved his hands in front of his face as he recollected his thoughts. He instinctively brought his hand up to scratch his cheek and smiled. “It’s just that back when I first met you, that was one of the things you said I did when I vaulted over the wall. Now you’re the one soaring.”

A moment of silence passed between the two before Ash let out a chuckle. He leaned back in his chair before bringing his head to rest on Eiji’s shoulder. “And it’s all thanks to you. If you hadn’t been by my side...” His eyes flashed with hurt and loss. He didn’t finish his sentence, but Eiji knew what he meant. If Ash didn’t have Eiji around, he would have lost himself in all of the blood he’s spilled. He would have lost himself to the countless nightmares that haunted him every night, and he would have felt like he was all alone in a world where no one understood him.

“I don’t regret going to America at all. Because if I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met the gangs and I wouldn’t have met Skip or Shorter,” his voice wavered as he mentioned those names. “And if I didn’t go, I wouldn’t have been able to have met you.” Eiji relaxed back in his seat and took a deep break before continuing. “My life would have been the same as before. Boring and plain. Thanks to you, I don’t think that’ll be the case anymore.” The black haired boy chuckled. He was waiting for a reply from Ash, until soft snoring graced his ears. His gaze fell on the blonde, who was fast asleep and a soft smile made its way upon his face. No matter how Eiji looked at it, he loved Ash, and he knew that the feeling was mutual.

Eiji placed a quick kiss atop the blonde’s head before settling his own head on top of Ash’s. He closed his eyes, letting sleep whisk him away the same peaceful way it did his lover.

#banana fish #eiji okumura #ash lynx #i tried my best

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