#and I'm just left blinking like. OK then. and I'm the responsible adult in the situation so I've gotta be like

[beeseverywhen]

Nothing quite prepared me for how humbling playing any part in raising a teenager is

[shuenkio]

Dirty Boy | ▹ Lhs

▹Paring: Heeseung X male!reader. ▹Genre: soft smau.

▹Cw: mentioned masturbate, cum, dirty, cursing, public masterbation.

▹Synopsis: Your buddy wants your help.

▹Non proof read|▹wc:1.6k

▹Eng is not my 1st lang | do not copy.

▹Aln: I'm still improve how to write a good SMAU one, so I'm making a way to make it please don't expect too much :').

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Been a buddy for life ever since you were young together with Evan Lee or Ethan Lee. That's what everyone called him.

Whenever there's a party or hangout, even if it's not related to you, he'll still ask you to invite him just so you can socialize and accompany him. He just loves to awkward you with the outside environment.

Later on, coincidentally, both of you and Hee got into the same college with the same major and the same dorm. And you were glad that you didn't have to live with the new face because you were an anti-social human. To your surprise, the Heeseung you've seen every day was the half-surface of him from his inside.

He was actually the most unpredictable man you've ever met after living with him for a few months. You thought man would always be man, even though you are also a man, but politely dirty. For Evan? He was two times worse.

There was a time you saw his stained underwear splattered all over the floor, his sweaty shirts, and his unwashed pants, just like teenage kids. No matter how hard you've tried to scold him or tell him those, he was free to care about your words. Laterally, water spilled on a duck's head.

Not long after, this is getting worse. You have known that Heeseung was a gamer addicted and would play in front of the computer screen for hours; however, instead of playing games, sometimes you hear a moaning, whimpering noise echoing through the ceiling from his room to the kitchen. And it's none other than his alone time, masturbate.

It's not like you were disgusting, yet it's just bad timing whenever he faps his meat. Your mom was face-timing you while you were cutting the vegetable for lunch, but the huffing sound was so loud that your mom got suspicious of you, and in return, you had to end the call in a sec. That's one of the memories you still left traumatized.

For now, you've made up your mind to have a conversation with the growth-ass man, Heeseung. Once you finished your work, you quickly dragged your feet to his room before knocking, in case you interrupted him again.

You enter the room, and while he was sitting back facing you, both of his hands were placed on the mouse and keyboard, as his ear was covered with a headphone, blocking all the noise.

"Hey EVAN!" You yelled, holding your waist as your blood boiled in response to the silent response.

"..." Unable to wait any longer, you take off his headphones suddenly before you unplug the computer. The moment you did that, you've now gotten all the attention from him.

"M/N, what's your problem? I'm in the middle of the  game." He fired out as he spoke, almost shouting at your unexpected move.

"We need to talk!" You reply back with the seriousness in your expression, which calms the nerves in the Heeseung vein in a blink of an eye.

"Talk about what?" Exhale the deep breath out as he lay on his palm on the table, still holding on to his non-care attitude.

"I need you to change your childish behavior, Evan! Not only did you pressure me, but the whole damn dorm started to smell like you." You spoke, and as a result, you got an eyebrow raise from him.

"I live here."

"THAT'S NOT THE POINTS—ok, let's say this, you're dirty!" You implied honesty; speak out what's on your mind. Straightforward to the point this time, as he was a little taken aback by your comment.

"You never wash your laundry, your clothes, especially your damn underwear? Are you even an adult at this point? I'm telling this because it's for your own  good." You scolding, all the bad things he had done that drove you nuts, but they're still in the basket. Heeseung seemed to be quite after these; his gaze didn't even focus on you, lingering on the shorts you were wearing, probably daydreaming about something you clearly couldn't imagine.

"HEY HEY! Are you even listening? At least be guilty for your action."

"I don't know, but that short look better be off; it's distracting."

"You pervert, STFU, what got into you, ugh?"

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A week had passed, and Heeseung started to change because of your nagging all day. And it turned out pretty well. He then began to wash his clothes, do the housework, clean his room, and do many other things. It's brought a smile to your face to see him being a good friend or human for once, maybe.

Today at the weekend, since your groceries have been out ever since yesterday, you suggest Heeseung come with you for shopping, which he can't decline.

All he did was carry the groceries and nothing else, while you were having a hard time choosing the food that both of you needed and wanted to eat for a week.

Finally, you're done with the shopping. After you finish paying for the items, you feel like you want to go to the restroom.

You then told Heeseung about it; if it's happened, he'd be looking for you or waiting for you because of you. Nevertheless, he also wanted to go to the restroom, which made it awkward.

In the bathroom.

Making your way into the room, you couldn't wait to unleash your pee, which you've been urging to release into the urinal toilet. You believe that Heeseung will give you privacy; he will pee across from you, although the next thing you know, he is seen beside you.

"Oh, for god's sake, do you not feel ashamed or embarrassed? I'm peeing!!" You claim, almost irritated by his unpredictable action, did he want to show his dick or what?

"We're friends; there's nothing to hide anyway, even this!" Heeseung responded by stepping back a little so you can see his full aroused cock, spring-free from his underwear. And it was... Dripping—

"What in the actual hell?" You are speechless at what you encounter. Is that your friend's cock? In front of you? In a public space like this? No fucking way.

The size of his full, hard cock painted a messy red blush stain on your face. His balls were round and stretched with those little hairs. Meanwhile, his mid-size cock was uncut, and the ash pink head is pecking from the foreskins, and it's twitching from your point of view. Kinda smells (all men smell from their hormones).

Fail to make any word out of your mouth, you look around before looking at his face in disbelief. Why did he blush? His eyes were half-lidded. As if he were holding on to something.

"Are you out of your mind, Evan?" We're in public!! Not at  home." You quickly look away, pin both of your visions to the entrance, having an anxiety that someone could come in, misunderstood to this.

"M/n... Could you spare me a hand? I can't go out like  this." He covered his eyes; his tone was almost desperate because he couldn't take any longer to pleasuring.

"Why can't you?"

"I would, but I want your hand instead," he finally stated, thirsting for your touch because touching yourself is not enough. You need somebody's help; it's better.

I couldn't even leave any comments. Someone is coming in as you harshly push him into the bathroom stall, with you inside too. With the rush decision, now you're stuck with him, with his distracted cock, jiggling non-stop.

People come in to do their business in the bathroom. It's normal for people to pee and poop, isn't it? On the other hand, the heat started to drive Heeseung nuts since his cocks often rub on your clothes because of how close you are to him, fearing someone might see you two inside.

The idiot heeseung he is, and the pleasure he's holding in can't be left inactive. Heeseung is then making an unacceptable dare for you in a situation like this.

If you don't jerk him off, he will moan loudly in this tight stall. You were furious at his dare as you glared at him with your piercing eye that was about to fall out.

Though it's the only choice right now, to prevent him from doing the nasty shit that could lead to misunderstood.

Biting the lower lip, you hurry take out Heeseung's cock out of his underwear, fully free to get more access.

Without further ado, you began your ritual. Taking a hold of his testicles before you spit your Silva on them, you started giving him the hand job without any warning.

The most sensitive part of man was the tip. As an experienced person, you focus on around the tip of his so he would cum faster.

The speed of your hand makes Heeseung thrust out his hip while his hands are holding on to the walls. The pleasuring almost left gasps out of his throat. His toes are curling together at the sensation of your touch.

"Right there, m/n, give it... *huff* your all, Ngh." Fap fap, the wet sounds are also making you slightly horny. Sliding up and down nonstop, holding his cock just like your own, You then increase the speed and continue to jerk him until the end.

To the point where he bit his sleeve because of the overwhelming sensation he is experiencing right now.

"Too good, I'm cumming!! Holy fuck" as you masturbate till he feels the orgasm in his cock is building, at the same time with the magic hand of yours, making him squeak. Shooting out the sticky, wet cum, stained all over your palm.

"Er—sss, I feel numb. You're too good. M/N, I'm ascending." He said it with his shallow breath, still catching on to it as he laid his head against the wall behind, closing his eyes, drained out already.

"This is unbelievable, damn it." You stared at the orgasms, that dripping on your hand as you disgusted at them. But at least he doesn't have any crazy ideas this time. This was enough to traumatize you once again.

And that's your friend, Heeseung.

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🗣️ Please mind my English! ><

🗣️Crd to all pics&dividers

[emmebearpaw]

You. Read my OC fic. This one is about my OC, Aki, who works for a dragon who would like to map out every connection between worlds. She's a human who like gems and minerals. Together they have the world's strangest warlock and patron dynamic. Anyways she's taking his kids to McDonald's. Normally i am nice to her but she's not having a good day. Word Count: ~2400

you: hey what did you want again you: hey you: hey you: hey hey you: i forgot your order what did you want Uncle 💜: Didn't you write it down you: ya Uncle 💜: ? Uncle 💜: Did you try looking at it. Aki put her phone down onto the plastic table and began rummaging through her bag. Admittedly, she didn't look at the note she had written with everyone's order. Phone, wallet, keys, spell reagents, enough scales to probably blow up a building, bag of jerky (just in case!), expired coupon, her multidimensional map and..... she sighed and picked the phone back up.

you: i dont have the note Uncle 💜: Well!!! You tried. you: ya....

To be fair you sure did. You even manage to get the tots off to the playplace with everyone else in one piece! No spilled blood, no one crying, all three of them moved from one place to another, no one screaming over the fact there were dragons in town. Pretty much a 9/10 outside of getting the orders.

"Oh wait I can ask them what the orders were!" She shot up in the cheap plastic booth and scrambled to throw everything back into her bag before clambering out of the booth she took over to text her patron and back into the Playplace room. Which was no more a mess than it was when she left so, bonus no property damage on the trip, problem was that she was down three wyrmlings and was not going to climb into the play structure to get them. Because it was loud and crowded and she would scream even if she knew her cousins probably weren't going to try to eat her again- speaking of eating, how was she going to get them out of the tubes.

She could try and do that whistle call?? She didn't know how to whistle but surely she had a spell or something that would... yeah she could make a whistle. Problem, there were definitely a bunch of other people around and setting off magic spells in a McDonalds was probably illegal? She hadn't checked human laws in this town but magic indoors was usually not allowed and she didn't really want to get a fine or get kicked out before getting food. She could just yell, everyone was always surprised she talked so loud she could probabl-

A sharp tug on her pants nearly dragged a scream for her mouth as Chiros asked "Hey Aki when is the food going to be ready"

"ah" Was her reply as she tried her hardest to act like a normal human person with normal human reactions to definitely normal human children sneaking up on her.

"Stop being weird again. I literally didn't even sneak up on you this time." Was the kid's response to her nonsense.

Aki shook her head, getting it back in the game and out of the sound of her heart beating, "I didn't, I didn't hear you coming. That was on me." She apologized, "I... haven't ordered the food yet."

Chiros blinked at her before sighing, "But I'm hungryyyy" She responded quickly, "I am too! I definitely am too, I just... forgot what everyone wants. Do you know what you want"

"I want a burger."

She fumbled her phone back out of her pocket, quickly scrambling "brurger" onto the text message with her patron before continuing, "Do you want the kids meal or-"

He retorted, "I'm not even a kid anymore!! I'm almost 8, I'm too old for kids meals!!"

"Ok. I'll get you an adult meal then. Do you know what your siblings wanted? Piezo wanted the minion toy, right?"

"I want a minion toy too" He stated as if that made any sense.

"... You need to get a kid's meal to get a toy though," she corrected.

He repeated, "I'm not a kid I don't want a kid's meal."

"But you want a toy so you. I have to get you the kid's meal."

"But I'm not a kid"

How did her aunt do this all the time. "Fine. I'll get you a toy"

"Yay!" The wyrmling bounced around at the prospect of getting the toy to add to his hoard. Aki chose to ignore the fact the air got noticeably warmer and pretend like he wasn't using an amount of magic in the middle of McDonald's. No one noticed. It's fine. She could order a kid's meal and give him the toy. At this point she was significantly less hungry than when she got to the restaurant (she also chose to ignore that fact) and instead looked back at Chiros after realizing she took her eyes off him--

"And he's gone." of course he was. Why wouldn't she lose the kid the second she took her eyes off of him. Of course she lost the dragon yet- "Nope nope we are having an appetite for a meal today, screw the kids I'll find them after I eat" she muttered, admittedly outloud as she shuffled out of the playplace and back into the restaurant proper. Worst comes to worse she gets everyone else a burger and gets herself a chicken nugget kids meal and everyone gets home fine even if it's the wrong order and where is her phone.

She did the pocket check. Nope. Nope. Wallet, keys, spell reagents, enough scales to probably blow up a building, bag of jerky (just in case!), expired coupon, her multidimensional map, oh hey she has gum. No phone though. That's bad! That's really bad. After presumably looking like an idiot in the middle of the store digging thoguh her bag she stumbled right back into the playplace. Because she had it. Right, she had, it she wrote down something. That couldn't have been that long ago she probably just put it down somewhere (she didn't exactly remember putting it away so yeah) and walked off with it. And so she was back to the room with the slightly sticky floor and the loud chatter of children in the tube and--

"Why do you have my phone" It was a great question. Why did Piezo have her phone. Well at least her phone wasn't stolen by another kid that wasn't her responsibility but "Also when did you get that." "I wanted to play Wordle." They stared into her soul. "When. Who taught you what Wordle is" She didn't even play Wordle. When did... "You don't even have internet when you're with your mom?" She chose not to think about how hard it was to rig up a router in a stone lair. Let alone one made out of ice. Please let her aunt never ask her to rig up Wifi.

"One of papa's friends did when he came over to borrow Mama's star chart" "Oh." ... She stopped to ponder for a moment which of the various dragons she knew was most likely to have successfully gotten a connection to where they lived. Unless it was one of her Uncle's non-dragon friends, which are probably more likely to, wait who even suggested they get a phone for her in the first place and

"-lo?" She was rudely snapped our of her thoughts on the practicality of running cable up a mountain by a hand waving in front of her face, with Piezo's other hand gabbing hers to shove the phone back into it her hands "Oh. Someone is in there. I thought you got scared again like when we were playing hide and seek" Well she wasn't scared before but the mention of that game of hide and seek sent a shiver down her spine. She thought she would be good at it by now but it turns out that she still started to freak out. So that game was banned. Guess that's why they all started asking if she has games on her phone, which she has in her hands again as Piezo told her  "I'm done playing wordle so you can have your phone back" and started to toddle off.

Ok. Phone achieved. 2/3 wyrmlings spotted since arrival... only 2/3 spotted since arrival, which probably isn't good actually, "Do you know where Pyrox is?" She asked as she fumbled her phone back into her pocket.

They paused for just a moment  to turn around and look at the human and cheerfully reply, "Nope!" before climbing back into the tube network. So they were as good as gone, because Aki was not going to follow them into that thing to ask for any more details on that. She'd find Pyrox later. It would be fine. She can get McDonald's without it being a two hour adventure in fact it had only been... She grabs her phone right back out of her pocket and checks the time. 40 minutes since they got to McDonald's. And she hadn't even ordered yet. It was fine. She's just letting the kids burn off their energy so they don't wiggle too much while she performs the transport spell. Yeah. Yeah it's fine. Wow she had a lot of text notifications

you: Hinmom you: Istolw aAkis phone so I could tell you Chiros is growling at a humane kid again. you: <video attachment, it's a blurry video of the inside of a McDonald's play structure. Chiros is on all fours  and is barking like a dog at a human girl who is no older than 6. She is crying. The person behind the video is alternating between laughing and telling him he's being mean and should stop because humans like Aki get scared easily.> you: see

Your aunt obviously hadn't responded. She. She probably didn't have service. If you remembered right she was going on a trip to make another star map. So she doubly probably didn't have cell service. She decided to text her and apologize for whenever she happened to see the text

you: sorry. Piezo took my phone while i wasn't paying attention. hope your trip is going good!

It'll be nice to hear back from her in 3-5 days when she remembers she has a phone. It's been a while since she's seen her.

Aki was standing in the middle of a McDonalds. She should order and go home and get the wyrmlings home. Her patron did send her a few texts though. Couldn't hurt to check those. Maybe she had a new mission to go on or-

Uncle 💜: Well anyways I can get you the order again. Found your note. Uncle 💜: Hello? Uncle 💜: Well whenever you get back here's your note. <Image Attachment, it's a picture of a hand written note written in poor handwriting. It has everyone's McDonald's orders on it> Uncle 💜: Hope the kids aren't giving you too much trouble

oh thank the planes and the stars above she could go home

you: thank you!! ordering now then will be back as soon as i can wrangle them.

It really shouldn't take all that long now! McDonald's trip in less than an hour here she comes!!

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It was unfortunately nearly time to start thinking about dinner by the time she had managed to wrangle all three of the wyrmlings, get them to eat and get back out to the woods to warp them all back. It turns out that neither Piezo or Chiros had seen their brother Pyrox because she was asleep behind the play structure. Somehow. And then by the time she managed to get her coaxed out her chicken nuggets were gone. Which was fine. she definitely didn't have to awkwardly shuffle back up to the counter, order another thing of nuggets and then finally eat something. Food in her stomach at least. That's a win. This was a win. She even had some lukewarm Sprite (listen warp spell is hot she wasn't going to complain her ice melted) to sip on as the wyrmlings shifted back into their dragon form and scattered about her patrons lair. Oh. Speaking of.

"I got that apple pie thing you wanted. Aren't pies supposed to be like. Round?" She tossed the pie... stick.. at the man as he lounged like a cat on the human couch they for some reason kept right in the middle of the lair's entrance hall. "Should be fairly warm still, tried holding it more on the outside of the circle."

Her patron lazily stuck his hand up and caught the stick out of the air, casually popping the box open with a claw and stuck the whole thing in his mouth. "Wow. Human bodies truly are far less able to handle the heat of food. Did you know humans consider this to be one of the closest things one can eat to lava."

"Huh." She wasn't sure about that. Lava is presumably not made of apples, but she hadn't exactly tried lava so... "is it good?"

He brushed the crumbs off his robe before responding "Oh I knew I wasn't going to like it, I'm not much a fan of apples"

She squinted at him, "Why did you order it then??"

"Because I heard that humans consider it to be a similar experience to eating lava and wanted to compare the two." Which was logic that made sense but also he didn't like it and thus that logic right back out of the window they did not have.

But to be fair, "... What does lava taste like."

"Like licking a rock but it's very warm."

She probably should have guessed that. She chuckled a little. She wondered what rock the lava he ate tasted like the most. If it wasn't iron based it might not be bad but also a lot of minerals weren't great to eat.

After another long moment of silence her patron sat up and asked, "So... how were the kids"

She paused for a moment weighing the options before, "Next time I'm going to McDonald's they aren't allowed to come unless you come too."

"Ah." Ah she fucked up didn't she. Really it wasn't that bad, she hated it but she didn't need to make herself seem unreliable and- "Well, I suppose we can revise the plan for tomorrow's trip to the water park."

"Yeah. Yeah, that would be nice."

[thepenultimateword]

Please Don't Leave Me

A response to @some-messed-up-writing-for-you's prompt #447. The prompt made me laugh. My response did not :). Original post HERE

CW: Blood

“And what do we have here, hmm?” - a voice asked from behind the group of heroes, making them whirl around in surprise. They stared at the newcomer in shock, which swiftly turned into terror as one of them began yelling.

“IT’S SUPERVILLAIN! RUN!”

The heroic team scattered like a bunch of startled mice while the supervillain giggled to themself with a wicked grin. “Oh, I just love it when they run~.”

Beginning heroes were Supervillain's favorite. They had such a firm and decided plan of action in their minds but a completely opposite response in reality. Seeing the blood drain from their faces, their little egos crumbling as faux confidence melted into pure panic, nothing else compared.

You just never knew what they'd do either. Some left immediately, some went into shock, others held their ground just long enough to make a show of their bravery, and every once in a while someone was dumb enough to actually try confronting them. Supervillain didn't kill fledglings, doing so was like melting ants with a magnifying glass, cruel, unnecessary, and certainly bad karma, but they did give them something to have nightmares over for a long time.

No Superhero copycats in this little batch. They all ran. They probably hadn't expected to run into the most dangerous person in the city on their field trip to Villain's grounds. Supervillain sauntered after them, unable to fight the grin splitting their face as little heroes tripped each other and crawled in the dirt. All is fair in love and war.

It all became decidedly less funny when a hero stepped into one of Villain's traps.

SNAP!

The sharp crack of metal jaws closing sent a sick lurch through Supervillain's stomach. Superhero would have been a different story. They deserved to be flayed alive, but these little strays were different.

For a second the rookie only laid there, arms sprawled out in front of, blinking confusedly at the disappearing heels of their companions. Another second later they were screaming. It tore out raw and harsh, violent enough to rip that slender throat apart.

The hero scrambled upright and clasped their hands numbly over the wound, staring sightlessly as the blood soaked through their skintight pants and slicked their palms. Little drizzles ran down the curves of their forearms.

Supervillain reached for the trap and the hero sprang back into action, dragging themselves into the grass with gasped pathetic cries

"No," they begged, streaking a trail of blood behind them. "No, no, no."

Supervillain stepped out ahead of them, swooping down and gathering the hero against their chest before they could protest. Their thin limbs pulled and fought uselessly against their grip, only succeeding in smearing blood on the front of Supervillain's white cape. They were a full-grown adult, so why were they so little?

"Shshshshhhhh," Supervillain soothed, rubbing one hand up and down their arm. "You're ok. It's all ok."

The hero's struggling dissipated--whether out of relief or surrender Supervillain didn't know--and sobbed scratchily into Supervillain's collar.

"I know. I know. Just let me take it off you, ok?"

Supervillain loosed their arms from around the hero and bent to inspect the trap. It was a toothy metal clamp meant for something much bigger and much more invulnerable than the fledgling clinging to their shirt. Supervillain pressed their palms hard against the protruding levers on either side of the trap, the jaws slowly drew back their teeth. As soon as the thing was fully open, Supervillain threw it away like a venomous snake.

The leg itself was destroyed, twisted out to the side unnaturally, muscles and tendons barely holding together, and blood, so much blood. Supervillain unclipped their cape and wrapped it staunchly around the hero's leg while doing their utmost to ignore the pained wails.

"I'm taking you to the emergency room," Supervillain said, rising to their feet and hoisting them up into their arms. When they reached their car outside Villain's gates, they had to pry the hero's fingers off them to lay them down in the backseat.

The drive was a blur and so was the sprint to the emergency room counter. They probably looked a sight in their costumes, but Supervillain ignored the gawking stares. They heard themselves rapidly explaining, rapidly lying, a scenario where they came across the hero in a random trap outside of town. They didn't know if anyone believed them, but they didn't care. The next thing they knew the hero was torn from their arms, stretched onto a gurney, and wheeled out of their sight. Supervillain stood at the edge of the waiting room with their arms frozen out in front of them, their mind drawing a complete blank on what to do next.

They couldn't leave. This rookie's wellbeing was their responsibility until the doctors declared them fit for discharge. They forced their limbs to move them over to one of the maroon, paisley printed chairs and collapsed into it. Mechanically, they pulled their shirt out in front of them and studied the browning fingers prints stamped into the fabric. They expected to be struck by some big, dramatic emotion, but it was more like a steadily growing hollowness in the center of their chest. They didn't know how long they sat staring down at themselves before a nurse told them they could go back and see the hero, but their neck resisted when they raised their head and stood up.

Hero looked...not good but more stable lying in their hospital bed. The IV was probably pumping them full of morphine, so that was something. The hero gazed up at them from their pillow through heavy lids. What was sad was they didn't even react. A complete 180 from the healthy fear they'd expressed just an hour or so ago. What was Supervillain even doing here? Did they have to torture this person even further for their own closure?

"Do you have any way to contact your team?" they asked.

The hero tiredly lifted the phone in their hand. "I... No one's picking up." Tears pricked the corners of their eyes. "I think... I think they're worried it's a trap."

Supervillain nodded. "And your leg?"

They rolled their eyes back toward the ceiling, blinking the tears back but unable to keep them out of their voice. "It's really bad." Supervillain stepped closer to the bed to hear. "Doctor says... the bone below my knees is shattered...and my blood vessels are crushed... They can't do anything to repair the circulation. I need to amputate...or it'll infect."

Supervillain felt like someone had seized their heart in their fist and started squeezing it. The hero looked at them, big doe eyes wet and shiny.

"What am I going to do?"

They weren't really asking them, Supervillain knew that, they just needed to voice the question out loud to process what was happening, but Supervillain answered anyway. They understood what it felt like to watch all your plans and expectations swirl down the drain.

"There are options. Prosthetics. It'll be ok."

"I can't afford that. I don't even know how to...to pay for this. I haven't even gotten my first paycheck."

Supervillain closed their eyes. This rookie was brand, brand new. Another desperate idiot lured in by the promise of a massive pay rate. What the hero agency never mentioned was that less than half of their recruits survived or remained fit enough to receive those payments.

They took a deep breath and squeezed the hero's shoulder. "Don't worry about that now." No way was Supervillain allowing them to pay the hospital costs out of pocket. They had caused this, however indirectly.

"I didn't expect you to be like this," the hero said.

"Like what?"

"Nice. Orientation painted you like some sort of monster who eats babies for breakfast or something. When I got caught, I thought you were going to kill me, but..." They waved a tired hand around the room and flopped it back at their side. "Thanks."

A light knock sounded on the door, and a nurse stepped into the room. "Have you made a decision?"

The hero chuckled humorlessly. What other decision did they have? To die? "Let's do it."

She strained a smile. "The doctor will be here in a few minutes to prep you for surgery."

She made an obvious effort to keep her voice upbeat, but she still left a heaviness in her wake when she left.

"Well..." Supervillain said. "You should rest. If you need anything..." They cleared their throat. "I'll slip some info to your agency. They'll take care of everything."

They only moved a couple steps toward the door before the hero caught them weakly by the hand. Their eyes were wide and their bottom lip trembling.

"Please. I don't want to be alone."

Supervillain slowly returned to their side, offering a short nod and clasping their fist in both hands. "I'll stay."

"Until I wake up?"

"Until you wake up."

Part Two

[johnsamericano]

𝔖𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔥 𝔧.𝔧.𝔥

Hi everyone! As promised, here’s one of the two most voted fic continuations. There will be more chapters to this story though I'm not sure how many yet. Thank you for reading!

warnings: sugar daddy jae, mentions of injuries and hospitals, language.

taglist: @thoreeo @trustmahluv

Sugar rush m.list.

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the quiet hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the quiet hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the quiet hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

The machine monitoring your father’s heartbeat was the only sound filling the hospital room, where your once healthy father laid unconscious, his perfect, chiseled cheeks adorned with cuts and bruises. Would they leave a mark?

Where did everything go wrong?

Your string of thoughts was cut off by a call from your aunt.

Your string of thoughts was cut off by a call from your aunt.

“Hello?” Your voice was raspy from not using it. There was no one to talk to in the quiet, hospital room but the nurses, who weren't especially keen on chatting.

“How’s your dad, sweetie?”

“They let him out of ICU, but he doesn't look good to me.” Your fingers traced the cuts in his chiseled cheeks that would soon turn into scars, ruining his perfect skin. Your eyes then diverted to his head, thoroughly covered in bandages to protect his damaged skull.

“Honey, I've got bad news...”

“They rejected the case, didn't they?”

“Not precisely.” She deeply inhaled before continuing. “It’s a tough case, almost impossible to win, nonetheless, they're willing to take it. But their fee is a little...”

“Expensive.”

“Yes.”

As expected from the best firm in town, they wouldn't take less than $8,000. Your bank account didn't have enough money to even cover half of it, and with your job at the convenience store, you'd only earn so much to cover your expenses.

“We can take the lawyer that the government provides us with, it would be free.”

“But then I'm sure we’d lose.” You groaned in frustration, using your free hand to rub your forehead. “Don’t worry, I'll find a way to get the money.”

“Why don't we just accept the compensation they're offering? It could pay for the hospital bills and you'd still have some left to pay for your tuition.”

“That would be like putting a price on my father's life. I don't want their money, I want them to make themselves responsible for what they've caused.” The sound of wheels approached the door of your father's room, signaling the nurse was outside with his meds. “It’s okay, Auntie, I'll take care of everything. You can go back home, I know my uncle isn't doing so well.”

“Are you sure, darling?” It was undeniable that she wanted to head back to her little ranch fat away from the hectic city life to take care of her sick husband, but still, her brother was laying down on a hospital bed, fighting for his life.

“Yes, I'm an adult, I'll find a way.”

“Take care of yourself, and don't hesitate to call me if you're having any difficulties. I'll be there in the blink of an eye.” She said before sending a kiss into the speaker, proceeding to hang up.

You sighed. It was never usual for you to ask for help, as you were an extremely prideful and independent person, and you doubted this time would be different.

“Don’t worry, dad. Everything will be alright.”

Three failed job interviews and one more to go. Your feet were killing you, the high heels covering them already worn out from walking to avoid taking the bus. Every penny counted, and as long as your legs worked, you weren't spending any more money than what was necessary.

You sat down in the waiting room of the company, massaging your neck to relieve some tension. College was becoming a burden. Maybe you'd take a semester off to focus on working, that is if someone wanted to hire an inexperienced student.

“Y/n, Y/l/n?”

“Here.” You darted up, gathering your belongings to enter the room on which your life almost literally depended.

You gave all the right answers, earning a polite ‘we’ll contact you’ in return. But you could see that they weren't convinced with your lack of experience, no company in their right mind would be.

As soon as you arrived at your apartment, you slid out of the uncomfortable pencil skirt, tucking yourself under the covers with your phone screen almost hitting your nose.

To take your mind off things, you decided to watch some videos. Halfway in, an ad popped up, interrupting the interior deco video you were watching.

A picture of a girl about your age hugging an older man was right in the middle of your screen. Written with fancy letters, the words ‘make your life simpler’ could be read, followed by what you guessed was the title of the app. Sugar rush.

Out of pure curiosity, your finger tapped at the small icon that led to the app store, absentmindedly clicking the download button. A few seconds later, an icon with the letters ‘SR’ was added to your home screen.

“Log in?” You murmured out loud, squinting your eyes to adjust your eyes to the bright, white homepage.

Just as you were about to click out, the phrase from the ad reappeared, stopping your finger from moving any further.

You could always delete your account if something went wrong, right? Nonetheless, you decided to use a false name, and that's how Melanie Kim’s profile was created. You left the circle of your profile picture empty for now, only filling the spaces that asked about your likes, dislikes, age, and all that stuff that people care about so much.

You knew what the app was for, but that didn't stop you from being surprised when a list of men and women of different ages greeted you. Right then, a small rectangle obstructed your sight, two buttons offering opposite things.

‘Pick the role you'd like to develop.’

Sugar daddy/mommy / Sugar baby.

Clearly, you didn’t have nor the money or the years to be the first, so you clicked the opposite button without giving it more thought.

‘Welcome. You've been registered as a sugar baby at Sugar rush. Meet thousands of men and women willing to finance you for free!’

You hummed.

‘As we're always looking to make our users’ experience better, we've developed Sugar Rush premium, a membership to meet the richest and hottest people in your surroundings. Get the premium version for only $5.95 a month. Click here to get Sugar Rush premium.’

Your finger pad was dangerously close to the blue button, almost grazing the screen of the phone. It was then when you were pulled out of your trance, blinking as if just then you'd realized what you were doing.

“I must be crazy.” You turned off your phone, not bothering to turn on an alarm for the next day. You had no interviews left. You had nowhere to go.

Waking up was getting harder with every passing day. Not being able to call your dad to go out for breakfast or even sending a simple good morning message hurt you deeply. You missed him. But seeing him laying down on a hospital bed, unable to do anything by himself, was even worse.

Ding

A notification filled the silence in your room.

‘Come back, you haven't finished setting up your account yet!’

You scoffed at your past self. What were you even thinking when you downloaded the app?

You simply turned off the phone before standing up to take a relaxing shower. As the water soaked up your tense body, your mind started wandering off back to the app. A million what-ifs filled your head, nonetheless, there was one that remained the most persistent.

‘What if this can pay for a lawyer?’

Your part-time job surely couldn't, and you had no one to assist you financially speaking. The whole idea of paying that ridiculous membership seemed more tempting as your fingers started getting wrinkly under the showerhead.

You decided to take some time to consider it, after all, you still had a week to give the lawyers an answer.

Hot soup seemed like a good option to comfort you, and thankfully, there was a store right in front of your place that claimed to sell the best soups in town.

It wasn't bad, but not nearly as good as the one your dad cooked when you were a kid. You sighed, wondering if you'd ever be able to eat it again. Just then, a woman about your age came into the shop, carrying a couple of bags where names of popular brands could be read. A pinch of jealousy made your heart stir as you glanced at yourself through the reflection in the glass at your side. You looked devastated, your skin pale and your cheekbones slightly sunken, a sign of the lack of rest and food you'd been getting.

Out of pure impulse, you pulled out your phone, clicked on the app you'd recently downloaded, and finally accepted the charges for a premium membership.

‘Welcome, new member of our wide community, click ok to get started!’

Well, no turning back now.

Right after pressing the blue letters with your thumb, you were presented with a list of potential prospects, some of them including pictures, some of them only including name and a brief description of what they were looking for. The minority included their ages, but most left the space blank.

A bunch of old men looking for a youthful, pretty woman to be by their sides, some of them even went as far as writing the weight and height their ideal partner should have. Of course, there were also some women in the look for young meat, but the number of men overpassed them.

About to exit the app in defeat, a profile caught your eye. His pale pink hair was parted, allowing his thick eyebrows to stand out. His high cheekbones made him look like a statue, the details in his face almost too perfect for a mere human. He must be the incarnation of a Greek God, you thought.

‘Jung Yoonoh. 41 years old. Owner of N & C.’

“Should I...?” You asked yourself in a voice lower than a whisper.

He has probably gotten hundreds of messages, so what would be the point of sending one yourself? Your eyes scanned the picture over and over again as the remains of your soup started getting cold.

He was probably the only acceptable man in the whole app, so why not give it a try?

You already spent five whole dollars on it, might as well make it worth the money.

‘Hi.’ Sent.

“Holy crap.” You breathed out, regretting every single action that led you to take such a stupid decision. “Ah!” You squeaked as three small dots appeared beside his profile picture, signaling he was writing a reply.

What if he rejected you right from the beginning? God, that would be so humiliating. His message stopped your train of thought.

‘Hi!’

Followed by:

‘How are you?’

Sweating like a pig, thank you for asking.

‘Fine. You?’ Read.

‘Thrilled. No one had messaged me since I created my account two weeks ago.’

‘How is that possible?’ You imprinted your thoughts on a message.

‘It’s hard to trust people nowadays. I guess people might think either my picture is photoshopped or I'm lying about my job.’

‘Their loss, ig.’ Read.

He was taking some time to answer. Had you said something inappropriate?

‘Hahaha.’

The conversation stopped there, as you didn't know how exactly to answer his message. But a few minutes later, another text from him popped up at your chat.

‘If you're okay with it, we can start talking about a possible arrangement.’

Already? You've known each other for like five minutes. But then again, arrangements were the whole purpose of the app.

‘Sure.’

‘May I ask your reasons for joining the app?’

‘I need urgent money, but my job doesn't pay nearly enough.’ You omitted the part of your agonizing father, he didn't need to know that. ‘And you?’

‘I need someone to be my partner at public spaces.’

‘Alright.’ Read.

‘Do you happen to have some free time tomorrow at lunchtime? I think it’d be better to meet first before making any decisions.’

‘Yeah, I'm free.’

‘Great, I’ll send you the address.’

You thought a day would be enough to prepare yourself, but time passed by quicker than usual, and soon enough, it was time to get ready for your meeting with Mr. Jung. He was only a few years younger than your father, and calling him by his first name wouldn't feel right.

Unsure if you should wear something formal, you threw on a beige (the color you'd agreed on wearing so it’d be easier to recognize each other) summer dress, pairing it with the gold hoops you'd inherited from your grandma to make it look more elegant.

The hardest part of your routine was makeup. Your sunken cheeks couldn't be covered, and only after a few layers of blush and highlighter, you could bring your skin back to life.

On your way to the cafe, you went through the things you'd say when you met him. It was your chance to get your father what he needed.

You stood at the entrance with wide, scared eyes, shyly scanning through the place to look for your date.

“Melanie?” A hand on your shoulder had you jolting. “I’m Jung Yoonoh, nice to meet you.”

What you saw after turning around was breathtaking. A handsome, healthy man, with the most beautiful pair of dimples.

“Nice to meet you.” You managed to blurt out without stuttering, extending your hand to make the greeting more formal. The fake name didn’t seem necessary anymore. “It’s actually y/n, I didn't want to use my real name.”

“I understand. Let’s take a seat.” He offered with a kind smile.

He left you seating at the terrace while he made your order, a latte, and a chocolate cookie. Your fingers played with your hoops anxiously, trying to regulate your breath.

“They’ll bring our food in just a sec.” He offered a warm smile. “Your dress is pretty.” Yoonoh said out of nowhere.

“Thank you.”

“I see you're not a chatty person.” You were about to object, but he started speaking again. “It's not a bad thing! I usually talk a lot, so it’s a nice way to balance things.”

You nodded, seemingly uncomfortable with the man sitting in front of you.

“So, uhm, this is my first time doing this, so I'm not really sure where to begin.” He pulled out a folded paper from the front pocket of his dressing pants. “It’s a bit creased, but I can always print another one. I brought it so you could take a look and let me know if you wanted to change anything. I don't mean to pressure you, but you said it was urgent, so...”

You read the paper under his attentive gaze, making sure not to miss a single word. Everything seemed correct, except...

“Six months?”

“Is that too much?” A small wrinkle formed between his eyebrows, a sign of deep concentration. “Okay, so let's do this instead.”

He took back the contract, pulling out a pen from the pocket in his dressing shirt to correct the original stipulations.

“Four months, and if by the end of them you don't absolutely hate me, we can extend the time. Deal?”

“Just one more thing.”

You cleared your throat, conscious that your following words might jeopardize the whole arrangement.

“Are you sure you want to make it official already?” You had to stop for a moment as the waiter left your orders on top of the wooden table. “I mean, it's not that I have a problem with it, but it's your money and maybe you'd like to give it a better thought.” You resumed.

“The fact that you're concerned about me proves I'm making the right choice. Now, tell me, how much would you like to receive as a weekly allowance?”

Would it be too reckless to ask him straight up for the $8,000?

“H-how much are you willing to give me?” You felt dirty, accepting a stranger’s money like that.

“Whatever you need.” His hand suddenly reached forward to yours, causing every ounce of blood in your body to rush to your face. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I'm here to help you.” His voice tone dropped, acquiring an almost soothing feeling.

“I need eight thousand by Thursday, next week.” His eyes were wide open, mouth having difficulties remaining closed. “I-I know it's too much, but...”

“I can find a way to give you that money, but I'd like to know the reason why you need it. Just to make sure it's nothing illegal.”

You puffed your cheeks, trying to find an excuse good enough to justify the amount of money you were asking for.

“It isn’t illegal, is it?”

“No!” You retrieved your hand from below his, now embarrassed at the possibility of him having a bad image of you. “I need it for my father.”

“I suppose you don't want to talk about it.” He started at his palm, lips pressed in a thin life. “But when it comes to arrangements like this, we need to trust each other, alright?” You barely knew each other, yet, he demanded to know a very personal detail of your life. Not that he didn't have a good reason for wanting to know, it wasn't a particularly small amount of money.

“He had an accident at work...” You started, fearful of looking up to find pity in his eyes. “I need a lawyer to make his company legally responsible. They intend to throw it under the rug and pay a somewhat decent amount of money to make it go away. The firm I intend to hire is supposedly the best in town, probably my only chance of getting justice.”

“And why don't you just accept it? There's no guarantee that your lawyer will win the case.” You fisted the delicate fabric of your dress, eyes watering as you tried to hold back your anger.

“My father’s life is priceless, and if you think what I'm doing is a waste of money, then fine, we can both look for someone else to help us.” It sounded more aggressive than you'd first intended, but you meant every word that came out of your mouth.

Before you could even stand up, his slim fingers had already wrapped themselves around your wrist.

“I never said that.” He whispered with an almost sad tone. “Come on, sit down.”

He tugged at your arm the slightest, showing off his charming dimples once again.

“I’ll give you the money on one condition...” He raised one of his thick eyebrows. “I’ll go with you to see the lawyer.”

“Why...?”

“That’s my condition, take it or leave it.”

“Okay.”

The days before your meeting with your potential lawyer were nerve-wracking. You'd seen Yoonoh another time to sign the contract, which finally made your arrangement official.

You’d visit your father every day, always hoping he'd be sitting with his arms wide open, ready to hug you. But nothing had changed ever since he first came into that room.

“I’m here to see Mr. Kim.” The secretary's gaze lingered on Jaehyun a few seconds before he finally snapped out of it. “Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Just a second.” He opened his agenda and quickly found your appointment. With a warm smile, he guided you through the corridors of the building, all the way to the elevator. “It’s the only office on the last floor, I'll be at my desk if you need anything.”

Once again, he shot Jae an uneasy glance before the metal doors slid close.

“What was all that?” To be honest, you couldn't care less. But a small chat might calm your nerves and prevent you from throwing up all over the place.

“What do you mean?” He grinned, pressing the button to the top floor.

“You know what I mean.” You scoffed, annoyed at his evasive behavior.

“We just happen to know each other, nothing special.” Before the conversation could continue, a loud ding resonated through the metal cubicle. “Let’s go.” His hand found its place at the small of your back, pushing you towards the glass door. Through it, you could see a black-haired man reading a pile of documents, occasionally raising a photo to examine it with his gold-rimmed glasses supported at the bridge of his elegant nose.

Jaehyun extended his arm over your shoulder to knock on the door, earning an almost annoyed ‘come in’ from the man inside.

“Let’s go.” Once again invading your personal space, he reached for the doorknob with you trapped between his arms.

As soon as the door opened, the man raised his eyes from the documents he was checking.

“What are you doing here, Jung?”

“I knew something was off...” You murmured, loud enough for the man at your side to chuckle.

“I brought you a client, you should be happy.”

“Miss y/n, I suppose. Have a seat.” His demeanor completely changed while speaking directly to you. “I spoke with your aunt last week, she explained the details of the lawsuit, but I must say, it isn't an easy case.”

“I know that, but I've been told you're the best firm in town, I know I'll have more possibilities of winning if you're my lawyer.”

“Best firm in town my ass.”

“Be silent or I’ll kick you out of the building.”

That was enough for Yoonoh to zip his mouth. For a while at least.

“I suppose she also told you about our fee.” He pushed his glasses up using his thumb. “We’d also keep 25% of the lawsuit money assuming we win the case, is that okay with you?”

“Yes-”

“Okay, stop.”

“I’ll call security, Jung.”

“Look at me, y/n.” He squeezed your arms. “This clown is trying to scam you...” He pointed his finger at the lawyer without breaking eye contact. “You’d be spending loads of money for someone who isn't even confident in his abilities. It isn't worth it.”

“And I suppose you'd do better than me, then.” The black-haired man scoffed. “If that's the case, then you can both leave. I'm quite busy at the moment.” With a turn of his wrist, he signaled you to leave the room.

You were fuming, stomping out of the building with Jaehyun right behind you.

“I found a great restaurant nearby, we can go there and-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down when you just fucked up my only chance to give those bastards what they deserve.” The sun was starting to set, yellow light casting shadows over his tender cheeks.

“Can you listen to me for a second?”

“Are you laughing right now?” You bit your lip, hard, trying to hold back the tsunami of tears threatening to come out of your eyes. “Asshole.”

“Ouch.” He furrowed his eyebrows mockingly. Oh, how close you were to punch that pretty face of his. “Can I explain now?”

You remained silent, staring at the ground with the smallest frown between your eyebrows.

“How do you think I know Kim Doyoung?” Before even giving you a chance to answer, he continued. “That son of a bitch has been stealing my clients for ages.”

“Your clients...?”

“He isn't even that good of a lawyer compared to me.” He scoffed with fake arrogance.

“You're a lawyer?!” You slammed your palms into your face, whining at the newly acquired information. “Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?”

“Just wanted to swing by and annoy him a bit. Don't worry, I wasn't gonna let you accept his deal.” He winked playfully.

The sun was now hidden, the sky darkening as the moon rose to take its shift.

“Though I gotta say, I'm kinda offended I wasn't even an option. I'm a pretty great lawyer, you know?”

“Sorry.”

“I’ll forgive you if you join me for dinner. What do you say?”

As you walked into the darkness of the streets, his shoulder occasionally bumping yours, you wondered if meeting him was a casualty. Maybe the world was finally smiling at you.

[megthemewlingquim]

someone new.

summary: there's an art to life's distractions.

pairing: eventual hades! loki x persephone! reader

warnings: implied smut, alcohol consumption

a/n: here it is, the first part of foreigner's god. as said in this fic's masterlist, these will not be chapters, but rather short stories and one shots that can be read separately or as one whole piece. it's up to you.

i plan to base each part off of one or two hozier songs. this is inspired by "someone new".

is there a right way to fall in love?

    that’s what loki asks himself every day — well, every night — when he spends his free time at bars and gatherings. populated widely with fellow gods, goddesses, and spirits of many colors and passions; these bars are perfect places to find someone new.

    being the god of death, however, puts loki at a bit of a disadvantage. yes, the stereotypes are, unfortunately, true. loki is dark, a little antisocial, and very quiet. beautiful in appearance — death is seductive, at least to the willing.

    ‘the willing’ being many a spirit, many a dryad or goddess or creature who wants bragging rights, or a little nightly thrill. ‘that’s right,’ they say, ‘i had a little dance with death last night.’

loki doesn’t mind the mornings when his temporary partners talk about the nights, but he always cringes when they mention that accursed french phrase — la petite mort. it’s a joke to them. a mockery.

   yet, they stay, and sometimes, they come back for another little death.

    the spirits and goddesses never make a big impact on him. he is with one for a night, then another for a night, and so on. he falls in love every day with someone new and it’s a bore. a bore and a drag.

    dark caresses don’t do much to numb the pain: the pain of loneliness and solitude. the ache in his heart is constant, tearing at his mind whenever it can. alcohol can't do much either — all gods have a very high tolerance. mead was made for them.

   so loki is left with no escape besides those that come from the willing. little deaths. they make him feel loved.

   no...

   no one loves death. some crave him. but they don't love him.

   that’s the common theme running through loki’s head every time he takes someone home with him, or goes upstairs with them to the top floors of the inns he’s at, where the bedrooms are. it’s a distraction.

   however, the cycle ends when, while pointlessly wandering around his usual bar, he sees someone new one night. you.

   you radiate this... this warmth that he’s never felt before. everyone around you seems to be affected by it too - they don’t treat you as the life of the party, but they do gravitate towards you like birds to a nest. 

    and you’re quite shy, but infectiously happy and cheerful. you’re so beautiful, with your bright eyes that he knows are wide and filled with wonder, and your lovely skin that he knows is so soft. and your smile that he knows is so comforting to all who see it.

   to everyone else, you feel like they’ve just wandered into a happy memory, or a sun-lit room that’s pleasantly warm and golden. you feel familiar. ordinary, but lovely all the same.

   to loki, you feel... feel like something he’s only experienced in dreams. so, really, he’s never felt it before in his immortal life: something warm and alive and... and anticipatory. like there’s new things about to come up to the surface — flowers, new animals, maybe. you give off a sense of... he can’t describe it well. a slow and joyful awakening something.

   and you also feel completely and utterly powerful. unstoppable. he’s terrified of you, and yet he’s drawn to you. you’re so fascinating, strange. not as if you could end the world, no, that’s his own job. but it’s as if you can bring the whole world to life, raise it back up again after the chaos fades.

   you feel like spring. like rebirth. like new life.

   and that’s when it hits him.

   persephone. he’s heard the name passed around before, but before now, he has never seen the face behind the name. something about this sparks some fear in him: how would persephone, goddess of spring, daughter of demeter, react to seeing anyone even remotely like himself?

   for a moment, he’s grateful that you’re not looking at him; you’re actually looking at the table, at the drink you’re sipping. there’s a look on your face that isn’t bored, nor afraid. maybe... observant.

   people are around you still. not crowding, but not interacting with you either. it’s like you have a bubble around you, keeping everyone from getting too close. maybe it’s your doing but maybe it’s theirs. honestly, you’d think that dryads and gods and goddesses and spirits of all forms and colors and subjects would be more accepting.

   he pities you. you seem lonely.

   loki takes a few steps forward, betraying his own fear. like the red sea, the crowd parts. some are bold and unafraid, and they give loki varying looks: disgusted, seductive, snarky. you don’t notice him until he sits down in front of you, at the other end of the table.

   “hi,” he says calmly. he manages a small smile. “you’re new here, aren’t you?”

   your eyes lift to lock with his own. immediately, you recoil just the slightest bit. he knows what you’re thinking: wait, that’s hades! god of death... wh-why is he talking to me?

   “it’s alright,” he soothes. “don’t worry. you’ve probably heard of all the stories: gods kidnapping and doing terrible things to goddesses and spirits and dryads. i’m not here to do any of that. i promise.”

   with a single, somewhat confused blink, you nod. “m-my mother has told me a lot about that stuff,” you say slowly, as if saying anything too revealing will somehow alert demeter and get you in trouble. “she’s... she’s terrified...”

   “what is she terrified of? that those terrible things might happen to you?”

   “yes,” you say. “she’s told me that she’s had nightmares in the past. specifically about you. how you’ll kidnap me and take me to hell to live with you.”

   he laughs at that - a rich, amused laugh that takes the shivers out of you. “that’s bullshit. overprotective mothers, yeah?”

   you shrug. “she loves me.”

   “and are you afraid of me, princess?” the last word is whispered. his voice extremely soft - it’s a curious question.

   he notices how you lick your lips. “no,” you say. he notices how your eyes flick all over him. “no, i’m not.” and you seem truthful.

   “smart girl,” he says with a grin. “i hate liars. there’s not a god on in the world that’s ever been truthful. well, besides jesus. yahweh. whatever you wanna call him.” loki leans back, crossing his hands behind his head and bringing his feet up to the table. “your father, though... he’s the worst of ‘em. having children with other women, including your mother, while hera has to sit by and watch, and then lying about it.”

   “we’re gods,” you say. “i'm not trying to justify things but... we’re far from perfect.”

   “damn right we are. we’re fucked up. good. we can agree on something. most days, people think us gods are... perfect things. role models. and, maybe some are. but not us. not the gods of olympus.”

   he pauses, takes a swig from a beer bottle that was not in his hand a few seconds ago. “i was wondering if you wanted to do what humans do.” loki winces at the awkwardness. “when they're... y'know. interested in someone.”

   “you're interested... in me?” you ask, incredulously.

   “yeah, i am.” one sip of beer has loosened his tongue. or maybe that's just his confidence soaring now. “maybe this hasn't been the best introduction to things but i would love to take you out sometime. show you things.”

   “my —” you swallow. “i'd get in trouble.” you shrink away just a bit.

   his smile fades and it's replaced with a sadder, more sincere look. “the best things in life have risk to them. it's time i show you that.”

   and really, he does feel sorry for you. it's your first time at a bar, you're lonely. no friends as far as he can tell. an overprotective goddess mother.

   “think of it this way. i think you're very pretty and i like your honesty. i would like to help you see the world, and to have a little fun, since your mother has obviously never let you do anything in your very, very long life.”

   “i'm twenty—one.”

   “and now i'm wondering if demeter actually has you tell people that, as if you're a teenage mortal.” loki shakes his head, disappointed. “that's pathetic. you're a bajillion years old. you're a goddess! you should be able to do whatever the fuck you want, right?”

   when there's no answer from you, he sighs. leans forward to sit normally, putting both of his elbows on the table and pointing his hands at you. “alright. i'll roll with it for now. you're twenty—one. i guess. you can drink. you can go out alone to bars and other places. you can meet new people. you're an adult. think about that.

   “so, again. i think you're very pretty and i wanna show you around. get to know you. would you like to do that with me?” he raises his eyebrows a little, waiting for a response.

   it's an eternity before you can win a battle in your mind. slowly, you nod, giving him a smile. “yeah,” you whisper. “yeah, i would. thank you.”

   “don't thank me just yet, sweetheart. i haven't shown you anything yet.” he gets up, pushes his chair in.

   before he leaves, he winks at you. “call me loki. it's... not as dreadful... as hades. and... what do i call you?”

   you say your name, your voice quiet.

   “much better than persephone, i think. it suits you. we'll keep in touch, ok?”

   “okay,” you say. butterflies are flying rapidly in your stomach.

   loki leaves you there. he'd much rather take you back to your home himself, but that would be too risky for the time being. for now, he walks out of that bar feeling like the king of the world.

[jaybird-fanfics]

Thing Of The Past |Ch.28|

⚠️Warnings: This story contains adult/sexual themes, graphic violence, and harsh language, please read with caution. Some of the plot from bnha/mha had been altered to better fit this story line.

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Second P.O.V.

A week had passed since Hakai's demise, you were moved to a new place in the city, one closer to your job and in a much safer neighborhood. The house itself was larger than your previous, you held yourself back from scolding Hawks, he did go through the trouble to move you after all. After your belongings were all moved in, and after you and Hawks had some time to catch up, you were left alone to settle into your new home.

You removed your shoes and left them at the door as you walked through the entrance. Making your way to the living room, sitting down on your new and much more comfortable couch. With a sigh you rest your head on the couch's arm while looking at your phone. Just a few days ago, Dabi told you he'd be meeting up with you again after everything simmers down. You texted him your new address just encase he decided to drop by.

But so far...nothing.

With heavy lids, you drifted off into sleep. Moving and filling out new place, had made you tired. But before you finally rested, you texted Dabi one more time.

'Don't break your promise...'

Later that night, you awoke on your couch. You groan as you brought yourself to sit up, checking the time, you saw it was midnight. And still nothing from Dabi. Finally giving up for the night, you got up and walked out of the living room to the stairs. However, before you ascended, you heard a knock on your door. A bit tense, from all that's happened, you were hesitant to answer. Part of you just wanted to ignore it and go upstairs. But another part of you drew you closer to the door.

Narrowing your eyes as you peeked through the peep hole, they opened wide as you saw who was on the other side. With a gasp you quickly unlocked the door before throwing it open.

"Dabi..." You said breathlessly.

He looked different, the roots black of his hair was now a snow white. Looking down at you with a small grin he spoke. "Hey...Y/n. Thought I told you what my name was." You teared up as you nod. "R-right...right!" Your smile grew bright before you hugged him tightly. "Touya..you came back..." You say with a sniffle. Dabi hugged you back, rubbing your back in a soothing manor. "Yeah...sorry I took so long. That was shitty of me."

You chuckled. "Real shitty, you jerk. I thought you've been dead for years!" Dabi hummed in response. "In a way...I was. But, we can talk about that later. Right now...all I want is to be with you." He pulled back, his hands moving down to your hips. "Is that ok?"

This was a side of Dabi you had not seen in so long...the more gentle side of him, Touya. That's you could see right now. You raised yourself on your tip-toes to kiss him, not skipping a beat, he kissed you back. More passionately, hungry, needing of your touch. He pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss. He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, with a soft sigh you opened your mouth to let him in. He groaned as he explored your mouth, walking inside, his hands leaving your hips for a quick second to close the door behind him, then they were right back.

You pulled back, panting and looking up at him with cloudy eyes. "Touya?"

"Yeah?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"I...me and Keigo...we-"

"I know." Dabi cut you off. You blinked in surprise. "He told me. I almost beat his ass when he did." You avoided his gaze. "I'm sorry..." Dabi rolled his eyes before picking you up bridal style, making you gasp. "Stop apologizing for everything. It's not like you went through with it, and, we weren't technically dating then so...it would have been fine even if you did." He said as he walked through the living room and up the stairs.

"But it...it wouldn't have felt right." You told him. "No shit, I bet he couldn't have made you feel even half as good as I make you feel." He rasped into your ear, making you shiver. "N-not that! I mean morally!" You stutter, red faced. Dabi chuckled as he opened the door to your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed before making his way to your bathroom. "Sit tight, I need to get rid of this gunk." He said while pointing at his hair.

You sat up trailing him to the bathroom. "Touya?" He turned to face you. "Mind if I join you?" You say with a grin. Dabi smirked. "Course not baby..."

Dabi had already gotten into the shower, working away at his hair, while you were outside removing your clothes. For some reason, your heart wouldn't stop thumping rapidly. Your palms felt clammy, and your mind was racing. It felt like you were a virgin all over again. With a shake of your head, you set aside your nerves before pulling the steamed class wall of the shower back before joining Dabi. Breath left your lungs as you took in all of him. His toned body was as beautiful as it was the first time you saw it bare, scars and all. His hair, completely void of this inky blackness before, now replaced with his old snow white hair.

But the thing that took your breath away the most was his eyes...how you loved his eyes. The way they would stare right into your soul, piercing your heart effortlessly. His voice made you melt when he spoke. "My pretty girl, come here..." You stepped closer subconsciously, your breath hitched when you felt his hand on your bare ass. He pulled you in closer to kiss you once again, it was brief this time however. As he would kiss down your jaw, to your neck, leaving a trail of red and purple hickies all over. He then started peppering your chest with light feathery kisses, licking right in between your breasts.

Your legs squeezed together tight, trying to calm the heat and wetness that formed in your core as he flicked his tongue against your tight perky nipple. You let out a small whine as his hand messaged your other unoccupied breast. When he lightly nipped at the sensitive bud you moaned a high pitch cry, he chuckles before letting go, his eyes glued onto your own.

"You're acting so different Y/n..." His hand trailed down your stomach, you flinched as he stopped just before your pelvis. "Like I've never touched you before..." You whined, wanting him to go further down. Dabi buried his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent. His flingers dusting over your folds. Every skip over your clit was agonizing. Furrowing your brows, you decided you'd get back at him.

Your hand found it's way onto his hardened dick, he groaned into your neck. "Getting bold are we?" You did the same as he did to you, only slowly running your fingers up and down along his shaft. "Hmm, yeah I guess I deserve this...how about I make it fair then?" Just as you were about to question him, you felt his index finger push up into your cunt. "T-Touya!" You cried, legs nearly giving in. 'What is wrong with me? It's like I've never felt this before...but I have! So why...' Your thoughts trailed off as he added another finger.

"Come on baby, make it fair." He said while grinding into your hand. You whine again feeling his fingers move in and out of you slowly, but you grip onto his dick anyway and moved up and down at the same pace. "Fuck.." Dabi panted, placing his free hand on the wall behind you for stability. All the while he fucked his fingers into your pussy. All of a sudden you felt your core tighten, heat quickly started to build within you before you felt a rush of euphoria take over.

You threw your head back with a loud moan of his name right before slumping your head against his chest, pumping him with your hand still, despite you just coming down. His finger still worked inside you, causing you to babble out inaudible pleads and whines. With another groan from Dabi, he pulled his fingers out from you, a line of slick connected between the two digits. "Y/n..." You glanced up at him with half lidded eyes. He gave you a look, as if asking for your permission.

All you could do was nod before you were hoisted up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you of the shower and towards the bed.

He laid you down on your back, taking in your entire bare body. Slowly, Dabi loomed over you, hands caressing your body from head to toe. He'd graze over the tiny bruises on your neck and chest, over your soft breasts, down your tummy, around your plump ass, right down to your pussy. He leaned down, his hot breath against your folds, making your leg twitch. Dabi caressed your thighs as he pushed them further apart.

"Touya...please..." You didn't need to tell him twice, he plants a soft kiss on your clit before licking up your slick. Throwing your head back, you placed your hands on the back of his head. His soft white hair tickled your palms and fingers as you raked through his spiked locks. You pulled on his hair, making him groan into your pussy. The vibrations caused you to tighten your grip, thighs threatening to close around his head. However, he held them apart with his rough yet gentle hands.

"T-Touya?" He hummed, sending another wave of vibrations into you. You shivered. "Y-you're being so...mhm! So gentle..ahh!...uhn!" Dabi kissed your opening, sucking it before releasing it. "Am I?" He kissed it again. "Maybe you deserve it. For me to treat your body..." He kissed again, this time flicking your clit with his tongue. "Like a temple." Your eyes shut tightly as you felt his tongue enter you once again.

You were still sensitive from when you came beforehand, so it was no shock when you were nearly sent over the edge just from that. "Touya! I'm so...so close!" You panted. You could feel Dabi smirking against you. "Go ahead then...come all over my face baby." With a few more licks and sucks, you came hard on his tongue with a loud pleasurable cry. Your hands moved from his head and flopped down at your sides limply. Dabi pulled back and licked his lips clean of your cum. "Delicious as always." He grinned before fingering the last of your cum out onto his finger. He licked it up like it was the sweetest treat he had ever had.

He sat up straight, pumping his cock a good few times before lining it up with your entrance. "You feel this baby? You see what you do to me?" He asks huskily, rubbing the head of his dick against your clit. "You did this. Only you can get me this fucking turned on...you hear me? Only you." Your wetness slicked against his dick as he smirked. "And only I can get you this wet...you want it?" You nod whimpering at the slow pace at which he rocked his hips. "Huh? Then tell me. Use your words like a big girl."

Your watery eyes met his own. "I want you Touya, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand." Dabi's cock throbbed at your lustrous voice. "When have I never?"

With that, he plunged himself deep into your warm gushy walls. You and Dabi both moaned in unison as he bottomed you out. Dabi moved his hands down to your hips, pulling his hips back before slowly pushing forwards again. "Shit!" Dabi hissed sharply, his grip on your hips tightening. "So tight...has it really be that long?" He asks before snapping his hips back and then forwards again. Your hands struggled to find something to grip onto, you couldn't even answer him due to your clouded mind. All you could feel in this moment was how much he was filling you up.

Dabi began to pick up the pace, panting syncing up with every slap against you. He leaned down, hiding his face in your neck, moaning and groaning into it. You could feel his body heat up, a tiny bit of smoke rose from the staples of his scars. He was holding so much of himself back, it was killing him. But he would repress it, the urge to pound you into the mattress until you were all fucked out. He'd love to, but tonight...tonight was about you. About your pleasure.

He wanted to treat you right for a change, even while doing something like this...he would make sure you felt loved and appreciated. As you always deserved to be.

Dabi's arms moved up, one on each side of your head. He moved away from your neck to look at you, your expression made his heart flutter and his cock throb inside you. Your eyes shut, lips red from how hard you were trying to keep your tiny mewls in, the tiny beads of sweat gathering around your forehead and neck. So cute...

"Y/n, look at me." Dabi said, nearly stilling his movements. Slowly your lids opened, revealing your beautiful (color) eyes. Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. "This...it all reminds me of our first time doing something like this." He began, his hips moving in a slow yet pleasurable pace. "It was-" A groan left him, interrupting his words. "The first time I actually...let myself be so vulnerable." You nod, as if to say, me too. And he knew that, the first time he saw you like this, it was something would not soon forget. How beautiful you looked back then, and even now.

"I wouldn't have...wanted anyone else to see me...like that." He leans down and kisses your collar bone. "And you were the only person, who ever made me feel so...loved...wanted." Finally the tears in your eyes fell, you placed your hands over his back. Finding the words you tell him.

"I-It's all the same...for me." You panted, nails subconsciously clawing at his back, another grunt left him. "You made me feel loved...you still do, just by mhm!" A moan cut you off. "Doing this much...coming back, telling me...the truth, and still staying with me...despite everything that's happened." Your hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks softly so he could look back at you.

"I love you so much Touya."

Dabi felt a warm liquid escape the patches of burnt flesh below his eyes, his chest tightened, but in a good way. A way that let him know...he could still feel something. At least...feel something for you...

And that was all he needed.

Dabi interlocked his hand with hers, giving it a few loving squeezes lovingly.

His pace picked back up, your back arching, trying desperately to get even closer to him, wanted him to go deeper. No words were needed for him to understand that, once again he sped up. The slapping of skin against skin echoed throughout the room. Dabi removed on his hands from your before lowering it to thumb at your clit. The action caused your walls to tighten around his length, even more if possible. In response his hips faltered slightly from the steady pace they were going at.

"Touya..." Your voice alternated between a whine and a warning. He planted a soft kiss on the underside of your jaw in a knowing way. "Go ahead baby, let it all out...cum for me baby." He said before angling his hips to push harder and faster into your cunt. Within a few more quick thrusts, you were undone, the tightness inside your core finally snapped as you came. Dabi lets out a symphony of strained grunts and moans, he gripped onto the bed frame as not to burn your hands.

It didn't take long for him to follow your release, painting the inside of your velvet walls white with his hot seed. After a few more sloppy thrusts, you both came down from your high just letting it ride out until Dabi collapsed on top of you. Though he was careful to not put all his weight on you.

Your eyelids felt heavy as they began to droop down to a close, only to shoot open again when you felt Dabi pull out. His seed along with your own slick spilled out onto the sheets. Not wanting to waste it, he scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it deep within your hole. A soft moan escaped you when he pushed in and pulled his finger back out. Dabi rolled off top of you onto his side before brining you close to him. His body was still a little hot from just moments ago, but you were too tired to care.

So with a tiny yawn, you fell asleep in Dabi's arms. However, before you finally drifted of you heard Dabi speak with the most loving voice he could give.

"I love you too, Y/n..."

Third P.O.V.

Dabi's eyes struggled to open and adjust to the bright light peeking through the curtains from the window. He groans before turning on his side away from the light. His half lidded eyes widened slightly when he felt something pressed against him. He looked down to see Y/n's sleeping figure cuddled up close to him, Dabi smiled softly at how peaceful and cute she looked. Not wanting to disturb her, he carefully wraps his arms around her.

Y/n yawns as she opened her eyes, Dabi being the first thing she saw, a tiny smile made it's way onto her lips. "Morning" His voice was raspy, he wasn't quite awake just yet. "Morning." She says back, her eyes fluttering to adjust to the brightness in the room. The two allowed themselves to just enjoy each other's company. Before, this would be a rarity. For Dabi to stay this long, for Y/n to wake up to a long lost lover.

It was like they were both dreaming. It was too good to be true. That Y/n would finally be his, to love all of him for what he is. For Y/n, it was having back someone she thought to be dead long ago. Though he looked a bit different, she still loved him. He was a villain, which she never would have expected from the man she thought she knew. Speaking of...

"Touya?" Dabi hummed. "Do you...like being a villain?" She hesitantly asks. Dabi rolled onto his back, his arms folded behind his head. "That's a hard question. I don't think it's a matter of if I like it or not...but I do know, I can't stop now." He sighed. "I've...done a lot of terrible things just to get where I am now. It has to count for something in the end." She let him continue, placing her hand on his scarred chest, rubbing it softly. "And really, it's all a matter of perspective. Not to say what I'm doing is the better thing to do...but from the outsider's view, especially the ones who worship the false "heroes" of this world...then yeah, what I'm doing is all shits and giggles to them."

"Touya, I can't say I understand just why you're doing this...but I do understand you. I had no idea...your life before this was so..." Y/n trailed off. "I wish I had done more. I wanted to take as much pain from you as I could, whatever I could have done for you, I would have in an instant." She ran her hand over the large scar that covered his arm. "Was it painful?"

"...Agonizingly..." Dabi muttered.

Her heart broke at that, guilt filled your chest. "I'm so sorry." Y/n said softly. Dabi smiled softly, placing his hand on her head. She looked up at him. "What'd I say about that?"

"Huh? Oh!" Y/n gasped as she was lifted on top of him, Dabi placed her head on his chest. "You hear that?" He asks. The thumping in his chest, his soothing heartbeat filled your ear. "I'm still alive ain't I?" Y/n nods, closing her eyes to listen to his heartbeat. "If I can better my quirk..." Y/n began. "Could I try to-"

"No."

Her eyes opened, she gazed up at him. "What?" Dabi raised his hand from her head, he glared at it. "These scars may be ugly, but they're a reminder...I can't get rid of them just like that." Y/n propped herself up on her hands, looking down at him. "Then, at least let me heal your fresh wounds. I can't stand to see you in pain Touya."

"I know. That's just one of the many reasons why I love you. You're so considerate to those who really don't deserve it. You're one of a kind you know that?" Y/n's cheeks grew hot. "Y-You do deserve it though..." Dabi smirked. "Do I?" Before you could answer, Dabi brought his hand to her hips, he sat up and set her down on his lap. He kissed the top of her chest lightly.

Y/n ran her fingers through his soft white hair. "I wish you'd keep it like this..." Dabi let out an amused chuckle. "Pretty sure a certain someone will recognize me if I do. Speaking of, I should really fix that." Y/n pouts. "But your hair is so pretty like this."

"You don't like my black hair?" Dabi raises an eyebrow. "No I do but..." Y/n cups his face gently. "I like your natural beauty." She emphasizes her words by lightly stroking his scarred jaw and under his lids. Dabi hums, leaning into her touch. "You're gonna be the death of me..." He breathed. Y/n grinned. "Better me than someone else, right?"

Dabi ran his hands up and down her waist. "Yeeeep." He rests his head on her breast. "Kill me good baby." Y/n rolls her eyes, playfully pushing his head away. "I'll you another time. For now, I need to get the smell of sex off of me." She moved her leg over his waist and sat on the edge of the bed. "After I'll cook us up something real nice. Sound good?"

"Sure, but can you stand?" Dabi asked with a smug grin.

"...Get over here and help me, jerk."

Dabi laughed. "Well, you did ask for it!"

"I swear to god Touya, I will kick you out on the street butt ass naked!"

[hopelessdreamersonly]

ONE MORE MINUTE.

Nate(Near)RiverxFem!Reader

Fluff

So, has been a while since I wrote and posted it in wattpad. I did it in my native language while I was really inspired because I love Near with my entire life, lol. It took me a while to translate because I was not in the mood and I do not see a lot of people who like the character, too. But I really wanted to post it again before 2021, I liked it the first time I did and it was the first scenario that I finished, so it has a special place in my heart, tehee.

I hope you like it and have in mind that english is not my first language, so please forgive me if there are any mistakes. Good reading. 💕🐢

    The man who was once called Near was in his nerves. The notebook that caused so much loss and pain was now being sold and the easiest way to stop it was reaching the Shinigami. An easy thing to do, you may assume. The problem was the lack of eyes. Only six people, including Near himself, were able to see the Death God, and look for him with only those twelve eyes... well, it would take way more time than they had.

   With this thought in mind, the now L was trying to develop a mechanism that should be able to recognise a shinigami's face, or at least Ryuk's. The 3D image of Ryuk without his eyes would be enough to make a child cry (to be honest, even an adult), but not L. He kept the usual patience that made it possible for him to become the sucessor of the World's Greatest Detective while wondering himself if it wasn't pointless to try to do something so out of reach.  Even though he already knew it was near to the impossible to create a mechanism of that level, have to repeat that out loud to Lidner kinda that made him feel a little upset. It was not looking right to him.

      While putting the second eye on that monstrosity's replica, L wondered himself if the orders he was giving to Lidner and Rester were somehow different of just telling them to stay still. Not that move in some way would make any difference, A-Kira was truly smart, and seemed to be acting with extra caution. He really was a hell of a rival. The albino was feeling as if the whole situation had just become senseless. He wasn't really against A-Kira, he just got interested in him because of his intelligence, so way to go so far? But, even like that, the idea of just stand there frustrated him.

      He accepted his fate when Aizawa sent the security cameras fotages. Since that moment, he knew there was nothing else to be done.

— I see...

His monotone voice was present, passing a fake image of his usual cool temper while making the replica he had worked for the past few hours explode.

— That's it.

Was all he said while laying again on his back, taking off a piece of the replica that got stuck on his face when it blew.

— "That's it"? L, aren't you going to act?

— If the Shinigami is really moving under the floor, there's nothing much we can do. We can't localise him and even if we could, we would not be able to reach him — the man said while breathing heavily again and resting his left arm on his forehead — all we can do is to sit and wait.

Lidner was kinda worried. She had known the detective for long enough to know when something was wrong with him and it was not normal to see him admitting fate. But there's was nothing she could do while leaving the building together with Rester.

While his mind was lost in a fine line between one million of thoughts and any thought at all, Nate's eyes reached his phone, sitting next to him. Even if he wasn't really someone that into cellphones or things like that, for some reason he felt as if he couldn't avoid to look at it.

It didn't take long for him to grab it and disk the only number he could think of.

— ... L?

Only hearing her voice already made his heart slow down it's beats, making his muscles relax and his body release all the pressure, but he was not experienced enough to say it to her and leave the indifference behind.

— If you're not busy, come over.

      Only thirty minutes passed since he received a positive response to his "invitation" when it was possible to hear the sound of  the elevator opening, followed by sounds of steps that Near scarily could recognise.

— Hey... I'm here.

The characteristic softness of her voice sounded like an hearing therapy to Nate. But him, obviously, didn't even bother to look at her while kept piling balls and dices in what would become an endless tower if he wasn't stopped.

— L, what is that?

She asked already in front of him in the bed, referring to what used to be a replica of Ryuk.

— A Shinigami's wreck.

He answered in a simple way, without even looking at the female.

She blinked a few times, trying to process if he was being serious or making some kind of joke. The second theory didn't sound probable to her.

— Ok, this is... definitely not weird.

Her brow was furrowed in confusion, but she had a smile in her face.

The detective's company walked to the carpet beside his notebook's desk, where the biggest part of the "Shinigami's wreck" was found and started to take the pieces one by one, cleaning it.

— I wonder how you could break it to this level... it almost look like you blew it.

She said that as a joke, but was right. It was something common to happen, by the way.

— That's because I did.

— You... what?

She took a moment to process it, but soon after looked at him with an annoyed expression that was rare to be manifested in her face.

He already knew he was in trouble, but being her, it was easier to just sit and hear her scold.

— Near, why did you do that? You could've got hurt! If you wanted to get rid of it, you could just trow it on the trash or even ask Gevanni to do so!

The fact that she called him by his childhood nickname did not passed unnoticed by Nate, that secretly found the action adorable.

He left the pile of cubes and balls that was working on (that by the way now was already way bigger than it was when the girl first arrived) and now sat on the edge of the bed, in his usual posture, this time hugging his right leg and resting his chin on the right knee.

- Who knows.

She was mad because of how irresponsible he was with himself and it made she feel mad about his indifferent behavior towards his health too.

— Afterwards, why did you call me? Did you need me for something?

Her hands were now resting in her hips while she glared at Nate with a definitely not friendly face. She looked like an angry mom waiting for an answer.

He was going to answer, but didn't have time when she noticed the small cut in his cheekbone.

— Nate, you're bleeding...

She stated while approaching him, touching the cut's place in a delicate way.

— That thing cut you when it blew, didn't it?

— ... yes.

It was all he could answer while habitually started to play with a strand of his hair, maidely avoiding her gaze.

At this time, she didn't even bother on scolding him, just left the room without saying a word.

Near was divided in 50/50 if she was either walking to calm herself down or if she was looking for some weapon to finally kill him. Maybe both.

It didn't take long for her to come back, though, carrying a tiny towel and a single band-aid with her.

River watched carefully as she approached him and gently took his chin in her left hand, raising slightly his head so she could pass the towel slowly over his cut, cleaning it.

The man flinched lightly under her touch and she furrowed her eyebrows in the failed tentative to mask the fact that she felt bad for "hurting" him.

— This is you fault. If you were more careful, I wouldn't have to be doing it now.

Both Nate and the girl didn't notice what his eyes were doing, but he was staring at her. She looked so beautiful when focused that it was almost impossible not to feel mesmerised by her features.

He only realized that was gazing when she put herself to talk again, after finishing taking care of his cut.

 — I think I overreact... it was not that bad as it seemed.

Said and put herself up again, but before the she could leave, was surprised by a pair of arms evolving her waist. At first, she didn't know how to react to that. It's not as if they never hugged before, but it's been a while...

 She kept her hands in the air for fraction of moment, feeling her heart warm as River borrowed his face inconsequently in her chest.

— Nate...

— Let's just stay like this for one more minute.

— ... ok.

[sweetchup]

N.E.R.D.S

Type: Shalnark x reader

Au?: None

Word count: 3,000+

Warnings: Slight Mature content, Slight Yandere/Stalkerish themes, and Shalnark being a Shark

Today was going to be the last day. The last day at this terrible job. After this shift you were going to call up your boss and officially quit.

At first working at a nearby Cyber Cafe sounded fun. It was close to your flat and had a reasonable paycheck. Plus being surrounded by video games and fellow nerds sounded even fun. Yet it wasn’t. You should’ve walked out on your first day, for in the very first moments of walking into the place you stepped onto a melted, probably expired as well, chocolate bar. In your brand new shoes as well. It was disgusting and tragic, yet not the worst thing that has happened at this job.

In a simple sense while you worked here you weren’t an employee of a fine establishment, you were basically a servant. You were called upon again and again to make food and drinks for people, picked up after people when they left, yelled at when prices were too high or you told them what to do, jeered at by your boss, deal with horrible and lazy coworkers and had to fix the computers when they broke down (instead of taking it to a proper tech shop).

Most of the time, you could deal with that. You would just bite your tongue and give your most friendliest employee smile. But in no ways you could handle the many costumers you were groped or harassed by. Half the time you just wanted to take one of the electric cords, wrap it around their neck and just strangle them. But you were a reasonable person, a responsible adult so you would just report it to your manager. Though, of course, the situation was mostly just shrugged off. According to him, customers know best. What a load of bullcrap.

If customers truly knew best then why were you on your knees cleaning the 33th piece of trash scattered at this computer station. Hell you had filled 1 ½ trash bags just by yourself from cleaning up after people. That was too much. They should know how to pick up after themselves, you aren’t their mother.

Stretching and popping your back, you stand up. All the empty stations were finally sparkling cleaned. Though it did come at the price of your back. You’ll probably need to see a chiropractor or at least get a message from all the leaning and bending over you do at your job.

It also didn’t help that your coworker, Susan, called in sick last minute so you were stuck with an extra shift today and the graveyard shift at that.

“Sick my ass..” You grumbled under your breath, making your way back to your desk in the corner.

Since the place wasn’t busy tonight you could probably get away with watching anime or playing a new game. Hell even a nap if you got comfortable enough. Yet you stop when you see someone. His head was down on the desk but you knew it was him just from his golden hair being lighted up from the computer screen.

‘What was his name again? Shalnark? Yeah shalnark.’

Shalnark was an unfamiliar face. He showed up randomly at the cafe three days ago. It was pretty hard not to notice him. Wearing a lilac purple outfit and a constant smile on his face, he hadn’t moved since he entered. Tapping away constantly at the computer in front of him. He had been pretty nice to you and even cleaned up after himself. You actually liked talking to him the few times you talked. Though it was somewhat creepy when for some reason he knew your name when he first checked in. Though that was probably due to your name tag or maybe you had met once before at a party or something, you seemed close in age.

On top of that it was gobsmacking, yet pretty impressive, that he has slept once in the 3 days he’s been here. The other coworkers caught onto it as well in their shifts when you weren’t here. Yet it seems even Shalnark can’t run away from Father Sleep. Especially based on the fact he was currently faced down on his desk, with empty coffee cups surrounding him of course.

Suddenly you shiver as another puff of cold air comes out of the air conditioner. That was another thing you didn’t understand about the owner. Why in the world did he keep the cafe at freezing temps? Even in the winter right now. Biting your lip and rubbing your hands across the thick sweater on your arms for warmth you look concerned at Shalnark.

Was he cold? Normally you wouldn’t care about customers but he seemed like a nice guy, well except for the first time you talked but even then, it was probably your name tag. You just couldn’t help but be concerned since he was wearing a tank top in the winter.

Making up your mind you grabbed one of the many blankets and pillows in the lobby and walked over to him. Shakily you stand over him, slightly scared to wake the attractive man up from his slumber.

As you think over your decision you notice something interesting on the computer screen in front of you.

“The Dragon Eye Collection…”

It was on his notepad too. Why was he researching the Dragon Eye Collection? Sure they were a collection of 5 of the most beautiful fire opals in the world. But they were owned by the emperor, more like dictator, HuinYa Fushi of the Baiys Region. Due to his way of ruling with an iron fist, no one knew what they looked like or where they were exactly located, all that people knew was that they definitely exist. What in the world would Shalnark want with that? Was he maybe a reporter or even a Gem hunter? Though that wasn’t any of your concern. You shouldn’t pry into someone's life or business like that anyways.

Placing your hand on Shalnark’s shoulder you ever so lightly shake him. How was he asleep? His skin was practically frozen to the touch.

“Mr Shalnark?”

After a few more soft calls of his name he finally awoke. Sitting up, he squints under the computer’s harsh glow and looks over to you. He blinked a couple of times more, clearing struggling to keep himself awake. Though the bags under his eyes already told you he was plenty sleep deprived.

“I’m sorry for waking you, Mr Shalnark. But I came to bring you a blanket and a pillow. I wouldn’t want you to hurt your neck or catch a cold.”

You hold out for the blanket and pillow for him to take but he only shakes his head. His usual smile across his face, though it was less pleasant now with the bags under his eyes.

“Thank you (y/n)! But, please, there’s no need. I need to get back to wor…….”

The smile across his face disappears and his head droops down. He seems to practically, almost, pass out right then and there but he thankfully catches himself. Trying to somehow play it off, he leans an arm against the desk.

“To work! Yes work! I'm a very busy man after all.” Shalnark laughs off. Giving you a wink, he turns his attention back to screen in front of him.

Biting your lip you don’t know what to do. You definitely don’t believe he’s ok yet you also can’t force him to sleep. You two are strangers after al—

“Oh!” You let out in surprise and shock.

With a quick reflex you lung forward and catch Shalnark before his head hits the desk. Thank goodness you were still standing there, that could have really hurt. You lean him back but Shalnark stops you as he grabs on one your arm that was holding onto his shoulder and a little across the front of his chest. With tired eyes he shoots you an apologetic look.

“Sorry I didn’t know what came over me at that moment.” He apologizes; squeezing your arm.

You bit your lip again for the third time tonight. He needs sleep. He can’t continue going on like this, he could actually get hurt or even sick. Ever so lightly you push him to lean back into his chair. He goes to rebut you but you lean down to his face, making him go quiet.

“I’m sorry Mr Shalnark but I think you should go to bed.”

“But—“

Playfully you hold a finger up to his nose and boop it.

“No buts Mister. It’s time for bed.”

It was unprofessional and even childish of you to boop a grown man’s nose and tell him it’s time for bed. But you could easily see he was obviously trying to fight back and hooping his nose seemed to stun him.

While he was still stunned, you reclined the big office chair and put the blanket and pillow on him. It wasn’t as comfy as a bed but anything is better than sleeping hunched over a desk at this point.

As you finally get him to settle in his eyes begin to droop, yet he seems to continue to try and fight against it. Reaching a hand out you rub and groom Shalnark’s hair. He looks up at you as you shoot him a small smile.

“You need to go to bed, Shalnark. It’s okay to take a rest sometimes you know.”

His eyes go wide for a second and he opens his mouth wide like a fish.

“It’s you…it’s actually you. I can’t… the troupe is relying on me… I need to stay awake to figure out the location… the boss is relying on… me…” Shalnark mumbles out. His voice getting quieter and quieter.

And with that Shalnark was out cold.

Well at least you figured out that he does know you from somewhere. You wonder where. Also, the boss huh? He had to do something for him?

You looked over to the computer screen and notes in front of you. No wonder he was stressed out. You would be too if your boss and all of your workplace was relying on you to figure this out.

You could…you could always help him. You check the clock behind you. It was around 2am. Even if you took a nap now it wouldn’t be for much time and you did want to quit after tonight.

Making a decision you pull a chair over and look around you. The coast was clear as no one seemed to be watching. Stretching your fingers you put them to the keyboard and activate your aura.

You didn’t use Nen often but you were a talent transmitter. Through vigorous training you had managed to turn your Nen into data and electric signals. It was useless in battle for all you could do at most was glitch your body but, then again, you were never much of a fighter either.

Glitching and hacking through vast codes on the computer you finally make it onto the secret government site of the Fushi Empire. That was a piece of cake for you. You could probably even sneak in an episode of Bokemon after all this was done before you had to leave.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you mean you quit?!?”

Sighing you leaning against the counter. Tapping your fingers against the surface. “Like I said before I quit. It’s just not the right job for me.”

“You can’t! I won’t allow you, you un—“

Done with your manager's bullshit you hang up the phone and take a sip from your coffee. After a couple of more sips you were able to finish the cup. Walking around the desk you toss the cup into the trash.

Taking one last look at the place around you, you grab your bag. You would like to say you will miss the place but… you definitely won’t. This place could burn in hell for all you cared.

Wrapping your jacket tighter you step out of the building and into the cold. Wow you didn’t even realize it was still snowing from last night. It was actually nice to see snow in the city for the first time.

Your phone suddenly dings, a text from your landlord?. Oh! Someone had finally accepted your roommate's application for your flat. That’s awesome. Biting your lip, you just type back ‘yes’.

You technically should’ve looked into the document she sent along with the text which was about the roommate. But you just really need someone to split the rent with you so you honestly didn’t care who it was at this point.

“(Y/n)!”

Jumping, startled and surprised, you turn around fast at the call but are suddenly knocked over and in a snowbank. Now wide awake, you moan in discomfort as Wetness seeps into your jacket from the snow and you begin to wiggle at the coldness at your skin.

“W-What the hell?! Get off of me!” You yell out, startled and still unsure who is above you. Was this some creepy stalker? You hoped not. Wiggling more faster now, you try to get out of the snow.

You stop dead in your tracks as you hear a groan above you. Finally able to see the person, you realize it was no other than Shalnark above you. His mouth slightly open and a dark expression on his face.

What had you— oh god. You blush a crimson red. Could this get anymore embarrassing? You hadn’t realized that while you were trying to get away you hadn’t also, unintentionally, rubbed against his crotch.

Apologizing profusely, you somehow now get up and hold out a shaky hand to help him up as well. Shalnark smiled at you. Though it wasn’t like his usual smile it had an unnerving tint to it now that sent a shiver up your spine.

Startled and uneasy you decide to look away at something else. Wow did the wall get a new crack in it? Oh man that sure is interesting. Did Mrs Glain change out the lilacs again? That was nice of her—

“(Y/n)?”

You grow stiff at Shal’s voice and hesitantly meet his gaze. It still made you uneasy. Everything was the same about him yet you can’t help but feel on edge and slightly violated in his presence now. You just couldn’t figure out why.

“Y-yes?”

“I just wanna say thanks for the information you got me! Boss will sure be happy. Hmmmm….I’m not sure how you got these, you must be a really skilled hacker.”

He expressively gestures to the papers in his bag that you printed and wrote on.

“Oh yeah umm no problem.” You nonchalantly answer. Trying to ignore his hacker comment.

“I’m just wondering... how did you get into those websites (y/n)? It sure was hard for me.”

Shalnark asks and secretly shuffles a little closer to you, still an unchanging smile on his face. He was weirdly sneaky about it. Now this was just starting to get creepy. Then you suddenly realize something, did he not realize?

“A-ah I just had to find out the right codes and inputs and stuff you know?”

You start to shuffle back. You didn’t mind being asked questions or someone moving closer. It’s just… you just realized... Blushing you start to move a little faster away.

“Ah-h I really have to get home you-u know? Work just finished and stuff and I have to get rested up for my next shift. You—you know being a good employee and stuff. I’ll see you again sometimes.” Stuttering and tripping over your words you finally walk away from Shalnark. You were just glad you were out of that mess. That was so embarrassing and creepy.

Sighing, you grab your phone from your pocket and turn it on. You scroll through your apps for a little before stopping and selecting “Bokemon Go”. You needed to see if the new bokemon “Baporine” was in the area after all.

“Oh you like Bokemon Go as well. I didn’t take you as such a nerd (y/n)~”

Startled, you let out a ‘eep’ and crane your neck to see that Shalnark was literally right behind you. He literally got as close as he could without touching. It also didn’t help that he still had…

Face red again at the thought you fast walk to the bus stop. Though that didn’t work for Shalnark was on your tail the whole time, constantly asking questions.

“I was just joking (y/n)! I love that game as well.”

“Oh have you caught the new Baporine?”

“Wait, do you also know Nen? I think I see aura around you~.”

“Hahah you totally do. What category are you?”

“Do you—“

Reaching the bus you had finally had enough of his antics. Pulling him down by his collar, you glare at him.

“Why are you following me?” You whispered yelled at him. He looks confused for a second before letting out a teasing smile.

“So we are whispering now? Is this a sec—“ You cut him off.

“Answer my question.”

He opens his mouth to do so but before he can, the thing you couldn’t look at or say is, is finally said out loud. And by a young child at that.

“Mommy. Why wrong with that man’s pants? Why is there a bump in the front—“

The mother doesn’t make it better, of course, and lets out a screech in shock. Quickly shielding the child’s eyes and pulling the child away. Leaving you two alone at the bus stop.

Your face beet red and frozen in embarrassment you look at Shalnark’s face.. He looks down at his *ahem* problem and looks back at you. And he, I shit you not, looks you dead in the eye and says.

“Ah so that’s what’s wrong?” He says. Kind of amazed, yet kind of shrugging it off.

“WHAT THE HELL?!? HOW DID YOU NOT REALIZE IT BEFORE” You screech out. Totally losing your cool.

He pouts at your freak out.

“I just didn’t realize it.”

Rubbing your temples you take a deep breath and look at the most likely mid-twenties man in the eyes.

“How do you not realize you are walking around with a full on erection??”

“Well It just doesn’t usually happens. I usually don’t get excited by a girl easily. Though I do usually like to toy with the smart ones,” He suddenly looks down at your chest. His face blushing a little and a small smile spreading across his face. “It also doesn’t help that you have the perfect pair of—“

You clamp your hand over his mouth before he can finish that sentence. You didn’t want to know what he was thinking. You were honestly tired. Working two back to back shifts wasn’t easy.

“Shalnark. Please just… just go home.” You say exhausted and defeated.

You drop your hand from his mouth and he only looks at you confused.

“Hmm? But I am?”

“Hah?!?” Now angry you grab the man by his shirt. You might actually fulfill your life long dream of strangling a man today, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?”

Shalnark smiles; an unsettling one at that and grabs his phone from his pocket. As you look at the red phone your stomach drops to the ground. Oh. That number and conversation means. Oh god.

Shalnark giggles and leans over to your ear. His warm breath against the shell causes a shiver up your spine. Taking a gulp and you hear him whisper two dreaded words.

“Hello roomie~”

You should’ve checked the document.

Bonus:

(On the bus)

“Hey (y/n)~ now that we are roommates you wouldn’t mind if we fuc—“

“Shal. Just take a cold shower”

“Huh?!? You're so mean (y/n)! You’re nothing like the girl that took care of me last night. Oh~ Mr Shalnark~ your so handsome Mr—”

“F***king hypocrite”

“Why did you hit me?! That hurt!”