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bbiine · 1 year

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SPILLED WINE REWARD ָ֢

SUMMARY: an accident involving wine, between Seokmin and Y/N, two ex-lovers, at New York Fashion Week, makes Seokmin want to reward you

PAIRING: idol!ex boyfriend!Seokmin x idol!ex girlfriend!fem!reader

WARNINGS: (probably) grammatical errors and a little of smut

GENDER: fluff and (a little) smut

BIBI'S NOTES: hey mes amours! It's my first time writing so if you have any feedback, pls don't hesitate to let me know! I want to warn you that English is not my native language, so forgive me for any mistakes!

Enjoy!

New York Fashion week used to be a major fashion event. Only people who were influential and important to fashion were able to be invited and honored with a presence in the big city.

The kpop industry was gaining more recognition and many more idols were going on to have worldwide careers. And Seokmin, or better known as Dokyeom or Dk, a member of a famous boy group called Seventeen, managed to be influential enough to be one of the guests.

He was sitting in the front row of the catwalk looking at all the new clothing collections and all that luxury, when his eyes met the eyes of an idol, it was Y/N, your ex-girlfriend, you were becoming famous in the Kpop industry and you finally had this opportunity to be present at such a big event. It had been a long time since you had broken up, not a single word had been exchanged.

Seokmin watched you with curious eyes, you were totally focused on the clothes and you looked different, your countenance was dazzling and mysterious at the same time. You hadn't realized that Seokmin had been looking at you since the beginning of the show; for him, the show didn't matter when he could simply observe your every detail and expression.

As he walked through the middle of a large, chic hall, full of people drinking their champagne and sporting their latest clothes after the big show, Seokmin tried to find the girl who had captured his attention. Until he saw the same pair of eyes that had always caught his attention: you were talking to a very influential person in fashion, but things didn't seem to be going well.

Seokmin approaches with a smile on his face

"Hello...Y/N right? Sorry to disturb your conversation, but can I talk to you for five minutes?" Seokmin smiles

When you realize who it is, your smile fades a little, after all you've been avoiding him. As soon as your eyes meet his, you remember all the past you've had and that night when you decided to give up on everything.

It was an ordinary Wednesday night when you decided to end it all. You'd known each other since you were 16, when you were just a trainee, and for as long as you can remember, you'd been in love with him. But the more time passed, the more you felt the pressure of being an idol, you simply didn't have a romantic life with Seokmin, you couldn't go out or have dinner together because everyone would know about your relationship and your company didn't want that. It had been three years since you were in this relationship and it seemed to only put pressure on you, your life revolved around hiding the relationship from the two of you.

Seokmin snaps two fingers in front of you making you wake up from all the thoughts and memories you had with him

"Long time, Y/N" He smiled

"What do you want to talk to me about?" You crossed your arms

"Well, you tour abroad and you can't speak English properly? You didn't seem to understand anything in that conversation"

"Of course I understood, I was just confused because she was talking too fast" you walk to a private corner while picking up a glass of wine

Seokmin accompanies you, he was curious about what had happened to you since the break-up

"How's life?" He leans against the wall and stares at you

"Are you really going to do that? You don't have to try to talk to me, after all, the last time we saw each other you hated me." You sip some wine, trying to forget how much that night hurt you.

"I didn't even remember that, I'm not holding any grudges... if it's all right for you, then it's all right for me" He gives you the same smile and waits for your reaction

"Then we're even" You give a forced smile

Just then, a waiter walked by with a tray of wine glasses. Seokmin reached out to take one, but a sudden stumble caused the glass to slip out of his hands, spilling the red liquid in his direction. Your dress is stained red, leaving you embarrassed and Seokmin ashamed

You look at him angrily

"Seokmin, look what you've done!" You grab a cloth and try to wipe it off, but it only makes matters worse

Seokmin looks totally embarrassed and worried

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to" he tries to help you, taking a cloth and trying to wipe it off

The stain was right on your stomach and a little close to your breasts, as you felt his touch after so long, your cheeks turned a little red and you tried to hide it with your anger

"Don't touch me Seokmin" you pulled away from him, walking into the great hall, inside you found a room where you took out your cell phone and called your manager, so you could get another dress.

Meanwhile Seokmin was trying to find where you were, after all he wanted to apologize and didn't want things to turn out this way.

You were standing with your arms folded with your back to the door waiting for your manager, after all he said he was close by. the door opens and you say

"Quick, open my dress, this smell of wine is bothering me" you say without looking to the door

you feel hands running down your back as open your dress, that feeling was familiar to you, and then you hear the voice of the person who caused all this

"I'm sorry Y/N... let me make it up to you..."

You turn around quickly with red cheeks and see that it's Seokmin

"What are you doing here? Do you want to cause more trouble?" You say trying not to give in, but it was difficult, all the old feelings were coming back.

He laughs a little and faces you "You know I didn't mean it... let me apologize the way I know how" He stares at you, waiting for your reaction as he gently brings your lips closer.

Your legs freeze and you just can't say anything, you wanted it, you wanted to feel Seokmin's lips again. By now you were totally surrendered to him.

When your eyes close and you feel Seokmin's lips, that familiar sensation takes over your whole body, you feel like you're home after a long time.

There was no hesitation when their lips finally met, a passion they had both been holding in for so long was finally released. Seokmin's hands were roaming all over your body, sending all kinds of impure thoughts to your brain. Your lips were in perfect sync, as were your tongues, which were also present in the kiss.

When you both finally ran out of air, Seokmin pulled away and whispered in a hoarse voice with his eyes closed

"I want you...like I've always wanted since I was 16" he opened his eyes and faced her "come back to me Y/N...come home"

That was the pinnacle for you, after those words you could no longer hold in all that passion that had been stored up for so long, you brought your lips together again, causing Seokmin to pull you in, closing any kind of space between the two of you.

His hands were still on her body, and they went to her open zipper, pulling the stained dress down completely. "At least the accident did some good," he said, totally mesmerized by your body in just your underwear. You roll your eyes and laugh softly, "My God, how could I have stayed away from you for so long?" He stares at you with that smile as his kisses trail down to your neck, low moans coming from your mouth as Seokmin leaves marks on your neck.

"This is so wrong, but it feels so right," you whisper. There was no doubt about your feelings for each other and you could no longer resist the physical attraction

In one swift movement, Seokmin picks you up and places you on a random table in the room. In the meantime, his mouth never left your neck, making you continue to moan and driving him crazy "One day you're going to kill me with pleasure Y/N" he said between kisses

"Don't worry, I'm already doing it now" you let out a smile and your hands go down to Seokmin's blouse.

As your hands slowly move down to Seokmin's dress shirt, the intensity of the moment intensifies. The fabric of the shirt ripples with every movement of your touch. His fingers slide between the buttons of Seokmin's shirt, teasing him with each stroke. Soon, the shirt begins to move lower and lower, revealing more and more of Seokmin's muscular frame underneath.

you can feel your own heart pounding and the heat rising through your skin. Perhaps Seokmin's claim that you were already "killing him with pleasure" was right all along.

He stopped kissing her neck and faced her as he slowly descended, looking into her eyes. He was at the height of her legs, while his hands caressed her thighs as he slowly spread her legs apart.

"For you I keep my legs open and forget everything" you said in a sensual and provocative way

Seokmin's smile widened and he left a kiss on the inside of her thigh

"I know, but maybe you can't keep them open for long," he says, teasing you even more

His kisses move upwards until they almost reach the middle of your leg, and then your phone rings, taking all the focus away from you.

You pick it up and your eyes go wide and you quickly get up from the table, looking for your dress and leaving Seokmin at a loss.

The call is ended and you say "My manager is here, he's looking for me, quick, get out of here" you say desperately and put on your stained dress

He gives you a mischievous smile "well, looks like we'll have an audience to see what I'm going to do to you" he approaches you again and you push him towards the door "stop Seokmin, no one can catch us here"

He laughs and then opens the door saying "Fine, fine but...I'm not done with you yet"

@bbiine, 2023

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tgammsideblog · 8 months

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Let's talk about Jinx vs The Human World

Jinx vs The Human World is... certainly an episode. It hasn't been talked much in comparison to The End because it has been greatly overshadowed by the later.

One thing that i think many of us can agree about Jinx vs The Human World is that it has super chaotic pacing. It doesn't give you room to breathe because it is already jumping to the next plot point and you can't digest well what you are watching. This hurts the emotional impact crucial character scenes have, because again, they aren't allowed to flow well, not letting the characters to react properly.

It's an episode that should have been around 44 minutes long since it covers multiple plot threads. With that ammount of time some things could have been better paced and given a proper conclusion.

As for the plot threads, i already talked about how i like Jinx as antagonist in this episode. She is fun, her song sequence is pretty good. She ends up capturing Molly and using her as away to power up her sobgoblins.

I really enjoy seeing Scratch finally having to deal with the consequences of not being a good leader. The reason the events of this episode happen are because of his own irresponsibilty, letting Jinx steal the Chairman robe and take over the Ghost World. He realizes that he has been messing up a lot and someone else should be in charge instead. He lets the chairman robe go and chose a more appropiate candidate to be the new chairman.

My biggest issue would be the Chens plot part. I do like the part of Ollie and June standing up to Ruben and Esther and trying to persuade them into helping them to stop Jinx. It's a scene that serves more or less well as a conclusion for their arc, even if Necro-Comicon and The Grand Gesture have this purpose, (more for Ollie's character)

The reveal that Geoff was the ghost that scared Ruben was nice too. It has been a thing that was foreshadowed back on ¨Book Marks The Sprite¨

What i'm not so fond of is how it was Geoff sneezing at him when he was a kid. I think it could been more interesting if it had been Geoff hurting Ruben by accident or scaring too much. That way Geoff apologizes to Ruben, showing to him that he didn't mean to hurt him that way.

Ruben also feels like he lacks proper scenes to show his change of mind. Sure, he realizes that Geoff wasn't evil as he thought he was, making him question things. But there isn't much else. I think there could have been a scene of Geoff saving Ruben from the sobgoblins and Ruben realizes how a ghost saved him, making him reconsider his views.

His change of mind is like it comes a bit out of nowhere. Another problem is how he seems to be super friendly around ghosts near the end which it is very weird. I think it could have been better if he had some expressions and lines that indicates that he is still trying to get used to not seeing ghosts as evil.

In addition to this, the Chens don't get to do much in this episode outside of trapping Jinx inside the phantom canister. I wished that they could have set up traps to catch the sobgoblins and contain them temporary at least, that would have given them a bigger role in the plot.

I do like some moments that June has, like her interations with Darryl and giving some funny moments. She is pretty enjoyable in this episode and she shines almost scene she is in.

In some other problems, i find the whole wraith transformation of ghost friends unnecessary, it doesn't have any funtion in the story aside from seeing how they look as wraiths (which is cool!) but the plot could have played out the same if it had been just Scratch and Molly going to the Ghost World.

The Ghost Council saying nice things about Scratch and that he wasn't so bad to give Molly joy fits well their character arcs this season, but, Sir Alister saying they are Scratch's ¨friends¨ doesn't add up since Scratch doesn't want anything to do with them and he has interacted with them because he was forced to be the Chairman in first place. I would change that line of dialogue and leave it as them thinking that Scratch is not so bad instead.

In all, i think what really hurt Jinx vs The Human World is that it needed to be a way longer episode (around 40-50 minutes) to allow things to be spaced out better. A good chunk of the issues from this episode seem to come from that. With more time to explore the events and changing some things, this episode could have been more presentable in quality as a whole.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #tgamm season 2 #Tgamm jinx vs the human world #Jinx tgamm #scratch mcgee #ruben chen #ollie chen #june chen #tgamm geoff

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melanieph321 · 6 months

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I have a Virgil van dijk and joe Gomez request

When the reader and Virgil are having sex and they leave the door open by accident then joe Gomez walks in on them and freezes in shock because he had a crush on the reader for a long time. Then Virgil sees him and invites him over and they both fuck the life out of the reader.

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 7)

Thank you for all of the requests! I had a lot to choose from, so I'll definitely do this again some other time. But for now, enjoy!

Joe Gomez/Virgil van Dijk x Reader - Join Us

Ending seven days of requests with this fic is crazy 🤪

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Enjoy!

For a year now Joe Gomez had been walking past the Liverpool training grounds front desk where you worked. He had done so without having manage to capture your attention.

He had been secretly crushing on you since the first day he met you. To him you were everything he looked for in a woman, you were beautiful, smart, and had a witty sense of humor that always left him in stitches. But despite his strong feelings, Joe had never mustered up the courage to ask you out on a date, afraid of being rejected and humiliated in front of his teamsmates. One night however, after a particularly grueling day of training, Joe decided that he had had enough of his feelings. He was going to ask you out, no matter what the outcome may be. He spent hours preparing for the perfect asking, rehearsing his lines and planning the perfect time to walk past your desk and pop the question.

As he was getting ready to leave for the day, he saw you packing up your things to head home. Joe took a deep breath and approached your desk.

"Hey Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

You looked up from your computer and smiled at him. "Sure, what's up?"

Joe's heart was racing as he fumbled for words. "I just wanted to say...I really enjoy working with you...." He coughed. "I mean, working near you, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out for a drink with me sometime?"

Your smile faltered for a moment before you regained your composure. "I'm actually taken, Joe. I have a boyfriend."

Joe felt like he had been punched in the gut. He had been so sure that you felt the same way about him, and now he felt like a complete fool.

"Oh...um...I didn't know," he stammered. "Sorry to hear that."

You looked at him with a sympathetic expression. "It's okay, Joe. Don't be sorry. I know you had feelings for me, and I appreciate your honesty."

Joe felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him. He quickly mumbled a quick goodbye and rushed out of the building, feeling like he had committed a terrible mistake. The worst part about it was that he had to see you again that weekend as the team and all of the Liverpool staff were throwing a farwell party for his coach Jurgen Klopp. Joe had committed a terrible mistake indeed.

When the party finally came around Joe was not in the mood. His teamsmates were celebrating like they had won a title or something, a beautiful thing to do considering how much their coach time with the team was worth being celebrated. However, Joe just couldn't get out of his head and join his teamsmates on the dance floor, especially not when you were out there with them, jumping around in that dress of yours. You looked amazing he thought. A million dollars worth. Joe frowned however, seeing how comfortable you and one of his teamsmates looked. You were dancing with Virgil van Dijk, letting him put his hands on your hips and twirl you around. Joe got even more suspicious when the two of you left the dance floor, heading towards the elevators. The party was being held at a fancy hotel in town, but he hadn't heard of anyone planning on staying the night.

Joe's curiosity got the best of him and when he followed you and Virgil upstairs he didn't know what to expect, certainly not what he had walked into.

"Oh my God, Joe!"

He had followed the two of you down a long hall, stopping to hide around the corner as Virgil pulled out a keycard to one of the hotel doors. Just as the two of you slipped out of view. Joe rushed down the corridor, managing to push the door open before it closed. What he was met with took his breath away.

"Man, haven't you heard of knocking?" Virgil said, not at all faced by Joe who stood in the doorway, wide eyes at the sight of you naked on the bed.

"Did you want something?"

"I...what?" Joe looked to Virgil, his cheeks hot.

Virgil smiled. "You were getting board of the party downstairs so you wanted to join ours instead, didn't you, Gomez?"

He stammered. "No. I just...I just thought Y/N...."

"Don't worry about her, she won't bite." Virgil was grinning from ear to ear, as if he was happy that Joe had caught them.

"Are you two...?"

"About to have a good time?" Virgil nodded. "Damn right we are. I'd be even better if you joined us, wouldn't it baby?" He looked to you who were a bit timid to look at Joe.

"Only if you want." You said, to which Joe's eyes widened even more.

"Of course he does."

Joe stumbled forward as Virgil basically dragging him into the room. He ended up next to you on the bed, but didn't want to disrespect you by turning his head to look at you.

"Go on man, she's all yours." Virgil said. "I know you want her."

"It's okay Joe." You grabbed his hand and placing it on your thigh. "I want you too."

"You do?" Joe felt his heart skip a beat as you nodded.

"I told Virgil that you asked me out. He is okay with it as long as he gets to watch."

"Watch what?" Joe gluped when he swollowed, to which you giggled. Nevertheless you took command of the situation and stretched out to undo the buttons to his shirt. From that moment the ambience was changed in the room. Once you and Joe got to kissing he was lost at sea, a sailor drowned by a siren. He was a bit shy at first but once the clothes came off his hands roamed your body, groping you as if he was searching for a forgotten dream.

"Fuck me Joe." You moaned, enjoying the way he was already man handling you, pinning you to the mattress with a tight grip around your throat. By the time Virgil joined in Joe had already made you come twice. With Virgil taking you from the back and Joe taking you from the front you were devoured. Devoured into hot mess, with marks for days to remind you of this night.

#fanfiction #football imagine #football angst #footballer x reader #virgil van dijk #joe gomez #liverpool fc #seven days of requests

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chaoslovesmisery · 1 month

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Chapter 8. Agreement

******A/N: This chapter designed to be played and read side by side. Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06: Agreement and then the first few minutes of Midnight Stealth*****

Sylus hands the Heroine a tablet and a USB.

"By the way, those guys who tried to capture me back at Elysium... were they actually traitors who used to work in Onychinus? They also mentioned a "Mr. Sherman." Who's that?" The Heroine asks.

"Why are you interested in a dead person?" Sylus shares a glance with me before responding. He casually discards fragments of my damaged wing, causing me to wince, while the Heroine appears to ponder something.

"...They must also be after the Aether Core in my body. In a way, your conflict involves me." She asserts firmly. I can't help but think she's half right, yet not entirely accurate.

"No, you left me behind on purpose as bait, didn't you? So you could clean up?" She says hesitantly before turning at him. Sylus and I exchange glances.

"You're the one who offered yourself as bait first!" I argue back but all that's heard is a caw.

"It doesn't matter how deep your hatred is. You've cursed me enough. Get over it. Besides, it was an accident. I didn't mean to injure you. Also, you were stalking me earlier. Even if I did it on purpose, you deserve it." she shoots back crossing her arms glaring at me, her words stinging deeper than I anticipated. Feeling a surge of betrayal, I realize these misunderstandings stem from her ignorance of my true dedication to her, my true identity. However, it's not like she would remember me even if I was in my human form and she doesn't comprehend most of what I say in crow form anyway.

But was she always like this... such a... bitch? The fact that I'm hearing her say that I deserve being injured just because I made the split decision to follow her which also ended up saving her life but it's not like I was even ordered to follow her, this time, at least.

"You can scold me directly, if you want." Sylus says interjecting between me and the Heroine. Under the hazy light Sylus gives me a gentle look knowing how what she said hurt me. There's an awkward silence in the air before the Heroine clears her throat shifting the topic elsewhere.

"When we first met, you said we were 'the same.' You... probably have an Aether Core inside you, too." She says and I look back at him. How much did he reveal to her?

"Mine is in my heart. Yours... Is it in your eye?" she inquires, not quite right, and Sylus pauses before looking down at me. I shake my head subtly, signaling now isn't the right time to tell her.

"Sure. Think of it like that." he concedes.

"My Aether Core doesn't seem to be any different from a normal Protocore, though. It's not very useful. But that's not the case with yours." The Heroine says and Sylus stops moving his hands for a moment, looking at her with a blank expression. How could she say her Aether Core isn't useful? If she only knew...

"It helps me see what people want the most. It exposes the desires that they refuse to admit." Sylus reveals to her. The intensity of their gaze inspires a familiar discomfort. I turn away, realizing how misguided my earlier thoughts were about Sylus and me. Such mundane thoughts I let pass through my mind.

"Have you gone mad?" Sylus asks, startling me. Sylus inches closer, nearly brushing his eyelashes against her cheek.

"I... I'm sorry. I just wanted to get a closer look at your Aether core." she stammers, looking away thinking for a moment.

"You like it when people do that...?" She says meeting his gaze and takes a deep breath.

"Didn't you want to resonate with me? Do you want to try again?" she says breaking the awkward silence before seizing his hand fervently. My heart sinks.

"Come on. I'll use both hands this time." She insists. I glare at Sylus frustrated that he remains unfazed by her advances. It seems as if she's reeled him in again, and I struggle to suppress my mounting anger.

"He looks good. He looks good. He looks good..." The Heroine chants to herself as if trying to encourage her to somehow like him.

"I can hear you talking." He responds dryly to her muttered praises.

"Enjoy it. This is one of the two good things I can think about you." She sheepishly says. Of course, she finds him attractive—who wouldn't? My gaze fixates on their hands intertwined, unable to divert my thoughts. I try to move away from them but Sylus' free hand is still holding me from leaving.

"You already know I entered the N09 Zone to get the Aether Core that's at the auction. And since you want to resonate with me. I have an idea. I don't know if I should say it, though." She says.

"Then don't." He coolly says while looking down at me. There's something in his eyes that I can't read but I don't understand it. Why won't he just let me go?

"But I can't resonate with you because I reject you on a subconscious level. That means my Evol is controlled by my emotions." She says and I think back to what I warned of Sylus before he had gone to the Shopkeeper. Ha, I told you so.

"Changing a person's feelings might be difficult, but it won't be that hard... I think. " She says letting go of his hand and crossing her arms. She's right about that, I'm sure she'll change her mind over whatever love interest she is currently invested in to go back to Sylus. I should be happy for him, but I just feel a sort of emptiness instead.

"There's an easy solution right in front of us. Help me get the Aether Core and ensure my safety by escorting me out of the N109 Zone. You'll be able to use me as bait to clean up, right?" she asserts, her confidence gleaming in her eyes.

"It's almost as if your face is saying you're doing me a huge favor." Sylus says, raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I don't know why you insist on resonating with me, but as long as you're willing to help me, I'll help you." She says earnestly but Sylus just looks at her indifferently.

"That's not enough," he responds.

"Then what do you want? Should I beg? I can do it." Her brow furrows at the challenge. I can vaguely remember where this is headed because of the game.

"Or we could do this. "Sylus suddenly opens the bottom drawer and pulls out a jewel-encrusted crow brooch.

"If you can take this from me within 24 hours, I'll agree to your terms." His voice is calm yet charged with a challenge, leaving the air thick with anticipation and the promise of stakes that are suddenly much higher.

"Do you test people before you work with them? Are you testing my skills? My intelligence? Or my values?" She demands, annoyance etched across her features. Sylus glances down at me, and I can't help but roll my eyes. I've been through that gauntlet before, and it was very much all of the above. Seizing the moment, she lunges for the brooch while he's distracted by my presence, but before she can lay a finger on it, he reacts with startling speed, the brooch vanishing as if it had never existed.

"Only when you have a bargaining child can you make a deal." He states matter-of-factly, rising to his full height while still cradling me in his hands.

"And since you're the one who proposed this, use your own methods. You should be thankful the goal is clear enough this time." He adds with a hint of mockery before heading toward the elevator, pressing the button for our penthouse on the top floor of the building. As the doors slides shut, I shift back into my human form, curiosity piqued.

"What was all that about?" I inquire, stretching my arms as I survey my metal limb, noticing how Sylus has expertly repaired the damaged parts and the prosthetic skin begins to cover it, hiding the metal parts from the world to see. Before I can fully appreciate his handiwork, Sylus suddenly presses his body against mine, pinning me against the wall of the elevator. My breath hitches as the warmth radiating from him sends a surge of adrenaline through my veins.

"Now we are going to discuss your punishment." He murmurs lowly, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Um, on second thought, never mind." I stammer, instinctively starting to shift back into my crow form, but he grips my arm, preventing my escape. Just as the elevator dings, I spot my chance. I duck low and bolt from his hold, sprinting as fast as my legs will carry me.

"Mephisto!" I can hear Sylus' thunderous voice echoing through the corridor as I sprint down the hall. I'm mere seconds from reaching my room when I see Sylus materialize in front of me, his eyes blazing with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. I slam into his body, and he wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground as he effortlessly transports me into his unit.

"No!" I scream in surprise, struggling to free myself from his grip. But it's too late; he slams the door shut behind us, trapping me inside. He strides past the kitchen, his footsteps echoing through the silent space before disappearing into his bedroom.

"Sylus, can we please talk about this?" I plead and he tosses me on the bed and stares at me. He walks away and I manage to catch a glimpse of him as he tosses his shirt aside, revealing a chiseled torso glistening with a fine layer of sweat. My face grows hot as my gaze drifts down his chest, my eyes involuntarily drawn to the rippling muscles that seem to shift beneath his skin. I feel my pulse racing as I try to look away, but my eyes linger on the sight of him unbuckling his pants.

"I'm going to take a shower, care to join?" He says nonchalantly as I can hear his clothes drop on the floor along with my jaw.

"N-Nope! I- I'll shower after." I stammer, falling off the bed, mortified by the sudden intimacy of the situation. Sylus just chuckles, his voice dropping with amusement.

"Midnight, come to my room after she leaves attempting to get the brooch." His pants drop to the floor, and I turn away, unable to bear the sight of him standing there. He's almost completely exposed but confidently unapologetic, with only a thin black fabric of his boxers covering himself. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts. Water, moonlight, Holy water.

I feel his fingers tracing a path down my neck, sending shivers coursing through my veins and heat to my face as he pushes my long hair aside, exposing my bare shoulders. I chose today of all days to wear a halter top. His breath whispers against my skin, making me shiver in response. His arms wrap around me once more.

"Don't mistake my kindness for her as anything else, other than the common past we share." He whispers in my ear, holding me close. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I struggle to process the intensity of his words. I feel his teeth grazing my shoulder, and I suppress a moan, covering my mouth with a trembling hand.

"Shhh, she'll be here soon. You don't want her to catch you?" He says teasingly.

"After all I did to cover up your gender so even if you end up in your human form in front of her, she wouldn't be able to put together that you can shift to a crow." His breath tickles my ear.

"I'll take a shower first, you stay here. But just so you know she'll be here soon. Here." He says placing the brooch in hand. My thumb runs over the red jewel.

"Hold this for me, until I get out." He says, his eyes never leaving mine. I nod, still trying to process the intensity of the situation. I hear the sound of his boxers falling to the floor, echoing throughout the room. I take a deep breath and try to focus on my surroundings. I shift back into my crow form and sit perched next to the shower, trying not to think about the intimate moment we just shared. But before I can fully compose myself, I hear the sound of running water from the shower.

I close my eyes, trying to maintain my composure but it's hard not to imagine what could have been if I had agreed to join him in the shower. Clean thoughts, clean thoughts, clean thoughts.

As I open my eyes again, I'm met with an unexpected sight. The Heroine is crawling on the floor next to the nightstand. Her eyes scan the surface before she opens the drawer and rummages through its contents, unable to find what she's looking for. She sighs loudly before her eyes scan the room, her gaze falling upon the bed, where Sylus' robe lies neatly folded.

"Huh? Don't tell me..." She approaches it, reaching for the pocket and feeling around the fabric before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Not in this pocket... Or this one either..." The Heroine groans in frustration.

"It's not here or there! It's gone!" She searches around the room more.

"I searched every nook and cranny... Where else could it be?! Did he take it into the bathroom...?" She says talking to herself out loud. My eyes lock onto hers as she closes the drawer and looks up, her gaze meeting mine with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Tell me. Did you eat it?" she demands, her voice dripping with accusation while pointing at me. I remain silent, knowing that responding would only lead to further misinterpretation.

"Yes or no?" She says picking me up and begins shaking me. What the actual fuck, this bitch! I glare at her as she puts me back on the stand I was sitting on. I'm going to kill her. Sylus must have sensed my intrusive thoughts taking over because he suddenly turned off the shower.

"Dammit! I need to hide..." She mutters, but I can't help but chuckle to myself—good luck with that. She darts behind one of Sylus' desks just as he emerges from the shower, a towel draped over his shoulder and another clinging tightly against his waist. The phone rings, and an amused glint flickers in my eyes as I watch the Heroine desperately attempt to escape, relishing the unfolding drama.

"Mr. Sylus, we found a list of all the attendees from that night at The Nest." The voice says after Sylus puts the phone on speaker.

"Hmm," he replies absently, his gaze wandering as the heroine inches closer to eavesdrop.

"About that night..." The voice on the other line starts when I see that the heroine crawls closer to listen but Sylus with trademark sharpness, glances down at her, chuckling, catching her red-handed.

"Mr. Sylus?" The voice on the phone asks, oblivious to the current tension in the room.

"It's nothing. Just a stray cat who happened to barge in." He says and with a casual flick of his wrist, his Evol binds her wrists in a cruel yet playful restraint.

"You didn't need to do that. I'll-" she begins, only to be hoisted into the air by his Evol.

"I-I'll leave you alone now...!" The voice on the phone stammers, clearly misreading the chaotic scene playing out, and with an abrupt click, the call disconnects. He lowers the Heroine gently to the floor, and before I know it, she bolts from the room.

A grin creeps across my face as I shift back into my human form, just in time for Sylus to turn and lock his piercing gaze on me.

"Looks like you'll be quite preoccupied with her for a bit, so I think I'll take my exit," I say warily, making my way toward the fire escape nestled in the shadows at the back of his room. With a wave of his wrist he's transported me onto his bed while he puts on his robe. He tosses me the towel that was once around his neck.

"Dry my hair for me." he demands.

"You're not a child." I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Should I ask her to come back instead?" He raises an eyebrow, a devilish glint in his gaze. I look at him, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"Sit." I instruct, and he smoothly complies sitting on the edge of the bed. Just as I prepare to position myself behind him, he unexpectedly grabs my arm, pulling me onto his lap with a gentle yet firm grip. I instinctively try to rise, but his arms encircle me, holding me firmly in place despite my glare. A smug smirk dances on his lips as I relent, placing the towel atop his head and drying his hair. A cozy silence envelops us, punctuated only by the shifting of fabric.

"I want you to place the brooch on me, kitten." He says and I freeze remembering how he referred to the Heroine as a cat earlier.

"Don't refer to me as a cat anymore, you can refer to her as that but I'll always be a crow." I assert, my voice steady. He grabs my long hair, placing it against his lips.

"Anything you want, little bird." He says with a grin that ignites an unwelcome warmth in my chest.

"You're done, am I free to leave?" I ask, a light laugh escaping my lips, yet his response is as playful as it is final.

"No, you're staying with me. You also need to hide the brooch for me." He says and in a swift motion, he lifts me and carries me to his study. We settled on the couch, me straddling on his lap and my fingers tracing his chest lightly. I feel his breath hitch beneath my touch, my hand moves to graze the invisible scar etched into his skin where the Heroine's sword once pierced. I can feel the rapid thump of his heart beneath my palm, a nourishing pulse that binds us both in a fragile, charged tension.

"Is this my own heartbeat? It's noisy" He remarks, an amused glimmer in his eye as he takes my hand away from his chest. He pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The closeness sends a heat flush to my cheeks, and I quickly avert my gaze, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. I grab his reading glasses from the coffee table and put them on him and he smiles.

Suddenly, the door to the study creaks open, and panic surges through me. I jump off his lap and duck behind the couch, my heart racing. I hear the Heroine enter, her movements stealthy, but Sylus is quicker—he lifts her effortlessly with his Evol and cuffs her in one fluid motion before putting her back on the ground.

My own strength falters, a consequence of my Evol being overused earlier alongside my shifting that makes me feel too drained to change forms.

"Get out," Sylus says coldly, and I freeze, momentarily mistaking the command for me until I hear her indignant "Hmph" as she steps away. The sound of the door closing snaps me back, and Sylus then stands, reaching a hand towards me. I grasp it, feeling the warmth of his skin envelop mine as he pulls me up.

"Where are you going to hide the brooch for me?" He inquires. I retrieve the brooch from my back pocket. My eyes lock onto his, a magnetic pull that draws my attention down his neck, before lingering on the contours of his bare chest. Slowly, I step closer, tracing the elegant collar of his robe with my fingers, lifting the right side to pin the brooch beneath it.

"Keep it under your collar. I'm sure she'll find it in no time, I'm sure of it" I say my smile faltering thinking of her getting close. I concerned with the thought Sylus may still be having anxiety attacks of that night from the last time he was with the Heroine during my last life. Not only that but I can vaguely remember vaguely from another previous life that she would come back a few more times and he would eventually let her find it, turning a shared conflict into a moment of intimacy that seemed destined to draw them closer.

I take a step back, feeling his careful gaze on me as I make my way toward the door. I open it, hesitating just for a heartbeat, half-expecting him to call me back, but he remains silent.

"Midnight on the dot, Mephisto," he warns, his voice steady yet layered with unsaid emotions, causing me to pause. My eyes dart to the clock in the corner of the room—only three hours remain. With a newfound determination, I walk out, resolved to create a mental barrier between Sylus and myself and one for my heart.

I have to remind myself to view him as merely a game character or as an old friend I'd known for ages. But as I step away, I can't help but feel the lingering tension, a thread connecting our fates that refuses to sever easily.

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A/N:

This chapter designed to be played and read side by side. PLEASE NOTE NOT ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE PLAY AND READ SIDE BY SIDE. The chapters will note it and the others may be "based" or referenced of the chapters to make sense with my storyline. Thank you for reading my fanfic!

Chapter based off of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06 and the first few minutes of Midnight Stealth

Read/Played in order:

1. End of Long-Awaited Revelry Chapter 02 Breakthrough: Part 06- Agreement

2. Midnight Stealth: Bond Story (first few minutes)

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Frozen

Angstpril 2024: Day 2 (1243 words)

Kya whistled an old tune of Sokka’s and opened the bedroom windows to let in the clean, spring air. She stuck her head outside and breathed in the scent of the flowers from the garden below. She looked out to the west where she could see the ocean, still dark in the pre-dawn shade. For a few quiet minutes, she watched the line of sunshine creep closer to the shore.

Once she could see the whitecaps closer to the rocks, she flared out the curtains and turned back into the bedroom. Lin would be back from her trip later today, and Kya wanted to give her a pleasant environment when she returned.

The curtains came down. The linens got washed and the blankets aired over the balcony. The books were taken down and dusted, the shelves cleaned before everything was returned to its original spot. She cleaned out her vanity, discarding items that had gotten dropped into drawers by accident. The mirror received a buff. She cleared off the surface and arranged everything neatly. And then made a note of the date so she could see how long it took her to clean it again.

Everything came out of the closet, except for Lin’s spare uniform. With a small cloth, Kya dusted it lightly but otherwise left it quite alone. The loads of laundry continued all morning long.

Before she stopped for lunch, she removed all of the furniture except the vanity and the bed. She mopped the floor so that it could dry while she ate.

The afternoon was lovely, so she lingered over her cold leftover noodles and glass of water. Tenzin wouldn’t count it as meditation, but she sure did.

A bird called overhead, and Kya awoke with a start. The sun was beginning to fall toward the horizon, and she realized that she’d taken quite the nap. She scrambled into the kitchen to clean up after herself, then nearly ran back to the living room to begin replacing the lamps, night tables, and chairs in the bedroom.

She was so proud of herself for finishing before Lin arrived that she dropped the rocking chair just a bit harder than she’d meant to.

And then she heard a small thump.

Frowning, she bent down to look underneath the seat of the chair. A small, black book was laying on the floor. She bent the rocker up so she could look at the underside. There was a small rope sling that was just large enough for the book when she tried replacing it.

The cover showed signs of wear, and she could feel the pen or pencil crammed inside the pages.

She couldn’t not look.

She opened the cover, and gave a scoff of surprise. A child’s drawing of Toph Beifong screamed out of the first page. And this wasn’t the Aunt Toph she remembered, yelling at everyone to widen their stances. Or the happy shouts when she’d play Hop Up with Lin and Tenzin and Su.

This face was enraged. While there was no skill to this drawing, Kya could not mistake the expression for anything but anger.

Without quite realizing it, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to the door of the room. The chair sat on its back, its sleds pointing up to the ceiling, completely forgotten.

The next page showed a baby Su holding a stuffed badgermole. The longer she looked, the more Kya thought she remembered hearing about a stuffed animal having gone missing around the time of Lin’s birthday one year.

Teenaged Bumi glared out of the next page, his face barely visible behind a nearly closed door.

She gasped when she recognized herself, hand-in-hand with a Fire Nation girl, walking down a nondescript street.

Tenzin, his hands poised just above his scalp, cowered in a corner of a room she didn’t recognize.

Su reappeared, dangling from what must have been her old bedroom window, a look of terror on her face.

Kya’s heart raced. Page after page, she saw horrible moments, frozen as if captured by one of those new cameras. If one could be set up and the chemicals prepared to capture such fleeting moments.

She saw Su with two boys she didn’t recognize, a bag with jewels splayed out in the living room of their old house. She saw Su, smoking behind the school. She saw Su, kissing a girl on one page, and a boy on another.

Toph just wasn’t on any other page, but Kya saw her own mother, her face in her hands, and Kya’s sail tiny in the background.

Her father, on his deathbed.

Tenzin, flying away with the Avatar’s body to be taken to the sky to return into the weave of life.

One page was a little hard to decipher until Kya held it up so she could look at her brother’s proud face. He was pinning a medal, or maybe a new badge on Lin.

Kya flipped the pages forwards and backwards, but realized that was the only happy memory.

The cables that had cut her. The heartbroken look on Tenzin’s face, with Pema standing just past his shoulder. Some boy she thought she recognized stood with a ball of lightning in his hand, a waterbender to his right and an earthbender at his left.

She kept flipping pages, hoping for an end to the painful memories.

She screamed when she felt the hand on her shoulder, and fell across the bed, only to roll right off and crash against the rocker.

“Kya! It’s just me!”

Breathing heavily, Kya rolled and put her back to the wall, instinctively reaching for water, but not finding any.

Except Lin’s blood.

She recoiled and slammed her hands to the floor.

“Lin! I didn’t hear you! What is that book?!” she gasped.

Lin sighed heavily, sat on the bed, and retrieved the book from the floor. She held it closed in her hands, and something told Kya that she didn’t need to open it to remember every single image.

“This is where I keep my worst memories.” She paused, flexing the book in her hands. “I was actually thinking of throwing it away. Or burning it.”

Kya slumped against the wall, unsure what to say.

“I thought if I could catch those memories, keep them frozen on these pages, that they wouldn’t bother me anymore.”

Kya counted three breaths.

“But then there was the worst one of all. Seeing you on the floor of that cave where the Red Lotus dumped you.” Lin brought a hand up to cover her eyes. “I just couldn’t bring myself to draw that. I just couldn’t.”

Kya was frozen, unsure what to do to help her beloved.

Lin looked over at her, a sad smile tugging on her lips.

“But then you told me you loved me, and I knew why I couldn’t draw that moment.”

Kya allowed her face to show her confusion.

“Because my life wasn’t frozen at that point. It was like seeing you there unstuck me in time. Started me all over again. When we got back to the city and began seeing each other, it was like I wasn’t frozen anymore. I could be warm, and bright. If you loved me, there had to be something you could love.”

As if she herself had finally thawed, Kya lurched up to place her hands on Lin’s face and pull her in for a kiss.

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logically-asexual · 9 months

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Love like you

summary:

Betterfly finds himself in a confrontation with Shadybug and Claw Noir inside the Agreste Mansion of the alternate universe they traveled to. Nathalie is in her bedroom processing the fact that Gabriel has finally lost it. Their journeys unexpectedly cross when Betterfly akumatizes Nathalie by accident.

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Gabriel usually did his best to stay focused on a task when he was Betterfly. He had learned the hard way that the powers of the miraculous had to be used for the greater good only, and not for personal reasons.

The situation he was in right now, however, was more than extraordinary. He had almost been captured, and then he found himself in an alternate reality, where the physical aspects of Paris were the same but everything else was foreign to him. He was working with different versions of the same kids that were chasing him, rushing across the city after these heroic Ladybug and Black Cat showed him that a beautiful world full of hope was possible. He hoped they could do the same for Shadybug and Claw Noir, once they found them.

He usually tried his best to stay focused, but as he passed by the Agreste mansion, curiosity proved to be an invincible opponent.

He only wanted to see how Adrien was doing.

Once he made sure the coast was clear, Betterfly jumped over the wall on the back of the house and made it to the window that led to Adrien’s bedroom. Careful to not be seen, he leaned in slowly.

The bedroom looked just like how he imagined it when he and Emilie found out they would have a son. He remembered wanting the boy to have everything he could wish for, which he thought would be covered with enough space to run, jump and climb, and to store any game he wanted to have. His own Adrien now had… something else in mind, when it came to interior design. Gabriel had thought Adrien would be as energetic as Emilie, but he turned out to be an artist, more like his father. It made him happy anyway, even if he didn’t quite understand his son’s ways of self-expression yet.

Gabriel frowned when he noticed the bed was still made. He couldn’t find any sign of Adrien in the room. It was around three in the morning. Where could that boy be at this hour?

A crash not too far away startled him. Ladybug and Cat Noir must have found the others. He should go help, but his worry wasn’t allowing him to move. After another noise he spotted Shadybug and Claw Noir on the roof of a house nearby. They were alone, fighting each other. Betterfly stared at them for a second too long because soon he realized they were turning around. Before they could make eye contact, he hurried through the open window into the house and closed it behind him.

He stood in a corner of the dark room and tried to keep his breathing under control. A minute later he looked back outside and saw the teenagers were no longer there. He let out a sigh of relief.

He was taking one last look at the bedroom before leaving when the glass behind him shattered and he was kicked to the floor. He turned around, feeling shards under his hands that luckily wouldn’t cut him thanks to his suit. Shadybug and Claw Noir stood over him smirking. He made a mistake. He made a terrible mistake.

Nathalie didn’t want to be back at the mansion after what happened. She didn’t want to see Gabriel. To follow her original plan for tonight and leave for a country far away and forget about everything sounded much more appealing, but she had things to do. First she had to take Lila back home and then she had to make sure Adrien was fine. He probably stayed in the house after letting Felix take the train in his place, as Gabriel told her, but she had to make sure.

A little over an hour later she was back in her bedroom, the door locked, her phone off, and earplugs on in case Gabriel decided to come knock.

Despite these efforts, Nathalie wasn’t able to relax. Her heart was still pounding and every time she closed her eyes all she could see was Emilie in her last moments awake, looking up at Nathalie, full of trust and convinced that she would do the right thing. She forced her eyes open again, but the present she found wasn’t any better.

Gabriel lost the time miraculous. He lost his only chance to fix everything. He lost Emilie. All for an obsession that Nathalie had done nothing about except blindly encourage it until it was too late. She was supposed to do the right thing. She should have stopped him, but there was no hope now. She was going to die along with Emilie and Gabriel had finally lost his mind.

A pain in her chest had her turning around, sitting up and laying down, over and over. It wasn’t the one, frequent with her illness, that came before coughing or throwing up. There was nothing to do to relieve this one. It felt like a deep emptiness in the center of her chest was trying to suck the rest of her body from inside. It hurt and it persisted. Her limbs were too tense to lay comfortably in any position. Her head just felt tired of the race her mind was running against her own thoughts, desperate to not dwell on how everything was wrong and would only get worse.

She tried the best she could to picture herself somewhere else. Somewhere calm.

Outside Nathalie’s bedroom, downstairs in the foyer, Betterfly was battling the villains of his world, together with the heroes of this one, who luckily arrived to support him. They didn’t start out too aggressive, but the violence and the size of the lucky charms being thrown at them was increasing.

Nooroo had explained to him how, when the power of the miraculous was used for evil, it was also used without limitations that existed to ensure the safety of their holder, especially when they were still young. Therefore there was a clear imbalance in the sides of the fight, an imbalance about which Betterfly should do something if he didn’t want to be turned in to The Supreme today.

He brought his fingertips to the jewel on his chest. Ladybug was currently focused on the technical aspects of the fight and figuring out strategies. There wasn’t much room for strong emotions to latch on to. Cat Noir, on the other hand, seemed excited and he even appeared to be having fun jumping around. Betterfly could work with that.

He stepped away for a moment near the entrance to the building, vigilant of the other four people in the room, and aimed his cane toward the boy. As soon as he stayed still for a second, he let a kamiko fly out of the knob-shaped handle. However, the white butterfly didn’t move in the direction he wished.

As soon as it was free, the creature turned right and flew upward. Betterfly didn’t have time to follow its trajectory because a net fell over him; its red and black handle was being held by Shadybug on the other end. Ladybug and Cat Noir came to his rescue and he once again was enveloped in the confrontation, blocking attacks from Claw Noir’s staff with his cane, evading projectiles from Shadybug, staying out of the way of either yoyo flying across, generally just… doing the best he could to stay in sync with the kids on his side and turn the situation around.

Then, a familiar sensation made Betterfly gasp before his breathing slowed down. To his right, Cat Noir’s stick and a red sword with polka dots were moving towards each other, cutting the air millimeter by millimeter. Both kids held on tightly to their weapons. On the opposite side, Ladybug was drawing her arm back with the yoyo in hand, gaining momentum to throw it as far as she could in the direction of Claw Noir, who was on the banister at the top of the stairs, getting into position to pounce.

Betterfly’s heart ached for the teens around him, who all had in common having been thrown into a war with bigger responsibilities than any kid should have. He was the adult in this situation, he should have prevented this. He should have done the right thing and not collaborated with The Supreme, and instead should have tried to protect everyone else, but he had been lost in his own ambitions and when he finally realized that his goals were wrong and hopeless it was too late.

Guilt crept with a shiver up his spine. He felt a deep emptiness in the center of his chest that was trying to suck the rest of his body from inside. His limbs were too tense to stand comfortably in any position. His head just felt tired of the race his mind was running against his own thoughts, desperate to not dwell on how everything was wrong and would only get worse.

There was a ringing in his ear and when he tried to find the source of the noise, he realized that his eyes had been shut. Now, when opening them, he found himself in a warmly lit bedroom, looking up from the bed covered in books at curtains that gracefully flowed away from the windows. They seemed to be dancing on their own, until the soft breeze that had moved them reached his cheeks. The breeze was almost imperceptible, though, resembling more a small shift in the air molecules around him.

He blinked. His arm moved by an automatic reflex and managed to block the hand with claws about to cataclysm his face.

No, Betterfly wasn’t the one in that bedroom. It was the kamiko.

Once he grabbed the cat by the wrist and pulled him away, he focused on the connection with his lost butterfly. It was in a room in the same house, upstairs. He could see the door that led to it on the right wall. That was where the guilt and despair he was feeling came from.

His kamikos had never latched onto an emotion like that. Who could—?

Then he figured it out.

“Nathalie,” he gasped.

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Ghost (Loki Love Story) Ch. 17

Y/N laughed while she rode through her mild buzz, the drink she had made doing just the trick to keep the night tolerable and actually fun. She and Steve ended the dance in a dip, her fingers having to hold onto his strong shoulders while he gazed down at her with the same grin. They caught their breaths, no one moving form their position while she looked up at him while Steve seemed to study her, his eyes taking in the sight of her neck and facial features as if it were the first time he had seen her.

‘’you’re amazing Y/N..’’ he whispered, out of breath but his smile showed he enjoyed every single second of this as he helped up to her proper posture.

‘’you’ve always been quite the dancer Steve.’’ She smiled, feeling her cheeks redden from the compliment as she took a small step back to gain appropriate distance before her expression became mildly serious.

‘’I should.. probably check on how Loki is doing..’’ she hinted, her bottom lip being captured between her teeth as she rubbed the side of her arm.

‘’Loki cant literally go far, I’m sure he’s fine.’’ Steve waved off and stepped a little closer. ‘’what about another drink before we-‘’

‘’dance again? I’m sorry but I believe you’ve already had your turn.’’ Loki chimed in, Y/N turning to find him standing at the bar where they had left him, a hand on his hip while the other rested on the bar’s edge.

‘’we’re catching our breath, perhaps later.’’ Steve hinted, narrowing his eyes slightly behind Y/N back.

‘’I’m not dancing with you nor was I talking to you Rogers.’’ Loki said dryly, a slur in his voice as he stood properly and while holding deadly eye contact with him, took a few steps back before he was teleported right in front of Y/N, taking hold of her waist and hand in a dance position. ‘’why don’t you indulge in more lipstick over where Tony is.’’ He smirked at him over Y/N shoulder before turning his face to gaze at her more gently. ‘’shall we love,’’

‘’Loki- you need to just-‘’

Her words were cut short as he began moving her backwards, his chest ghosting against hers as he began the dance once the music began. He had turned her last minute so he himself could brush past Rogers before he moved them more into the dance floor. Although Y/N kept up smoothly with his movements, she looked a little hesitant with him as she drew a breath.

‘’how much have you had to drink? -you didn’t finish the bottles did you?” she asked quickly, seeing how although he moved with poise and grace, his pupils were dilated and his breath gave small hints of familiar liquor. She raised a brow at the familiar scent, leaning forward self-consciously to smell more. ‘’that smells like-‘’

‘’Asgardian alcohol? I may have found a bottle where it closely replicated itself to the real thing.’’ He said proudly, looking down his nose as he took in her beautiful features that got closer for her to smell.

‘’and.. how much of that did you have?”

‘’that is not necessarily important darling, I am merely tolerating the evening as you’ve suggested and do hope to forget the memories you’ve had me watch not to long ago.’’ He tsked and spun her before he began swaying them.

‘’what are you talking about?” she raised a brow, tightening her wings in their hold so that she wouldn’t accidently whack anyone while they spun.

‘’I know what Rogers is doing, and I do not intend on letting him get away with it.’’ He warned her, his eyes beginning to travel to study her lips and jawline.

‘’Steve and I were merely just dancing- there is nothing between us.’’ She told him seriously, her cheeks reddening as she noticed his traveling eyes, a small hint of self-consciousness washing over her as she swayed with him.

‘’perhaps not, but he most certainly does not want me with you. A man will take on any role, even a fake one just to make sure the one he cares about doesn’t end up in a situation that could be troublesome.’’

‘’meaning?”

‘’he may not necessarily have feelings for you, but he would be willing to have you fall for anyone else, including himself if need be, to keep you away from me.’’ He said seriously, his balance making him misstep ever so slightly as he quickly corrects it before his hand pulled her waist closer so he could turn her again, feeling her petite hip bones press up against his pelvis and he couldn’t help but find his hand slightly traveling lower to where her tail bone was.

‘’don’t be ridiculous. If Steve showed any signs of advances, I would put a stop to it if it made me uncomfortable.’’ She said quickly, not knowing she was speaking freely while his hand seemed to be distracting.

‘’ah so I do believe I just heard you admit that you have no feelings for him.’’ Loki grinned, not asking as he was telling before he ran his hand up to rest between her wings, his thumb stroking the exposed skin there before he dipped her, his other hand leaving hers briefly to hold her leg up against his thigh.

Her hands quickly moved to his shoulders, holding on to him as she blushed while she gazed up to him with round doe eyes, his eye contact holding hers hostage. They were so close he could feel her light breath gently hit his face, her perfume intoxicating his senses while her chest lightly pressed up against his. By the grace of the gods he was granted holding their position while his balance eternally threatened to get worse. Risking the opportunity while it was still there, his eyes fell down to her lips before he slowly lowered his head towards her.

‘’..what are you doing?” she whispered, holding her breath as her eyes fell to his lips as well.

‘’there is nothing to be shy about my darling, we’ve kissed plenty of times before..’’ he smirked, holding her thigh a bit firmer against his side.

‘’we’ve only kissed once..’’ she questioned, unsureness in her voice as if she had to question her own memory before he chuckled.

‘’perhaps, but I’ve kissed you dozens of times in my mind love.. what’s one more amongst the real world?..’’ he whispered and her eyes slowly moved back up to his. He could feel her shaking ever so slightly, her eyes dilated mildly while he gazed into hers with pleading lust and love.

To his surprise, she moved a hand off his shoulder to rest at the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his locks lightly before she raised her head to brush her lips against his. It was testing the waters, seeing who would do something first with the light stroke of intimacy as her eyes slowly closed.

Loki lost.

Dipping his head down, he pressed his lips against hers with a moan that vibrated against her mouth. It brought out her own small moan, feeling her deepen the kiss as she pressed up into his mouth before they were both sharing a kiss. Her lips were full, soft, and delicate while she tasted the booze against his tongue that lightly ran against her bottom lip before she let him in. there was no battle, no dominance, just pure intimacy where they massaged their tongues together while he pulled her impossibly closer to his body.

He had set her leg down, a hand at her waist as he righted her up while the other pressed her back between her wings forward against his chest. Her dainty hand still gripped his shoulder while the other added more pressure in his hair, making him growl and step forward.

His mistake.

His balance was soon lost as the booze gained a point and had him swaying and falling backward, his hands not necessarily wanting to lose their touch at the same time and accidentally brought her down with him. with a small thud in the middle of the dance floor, he landed on his back, his eyes opening to find her on top of him in a straddle position at his hips, her hands having landed on either side of his head while her wings spread out of either side of them. Her hair hung beautifully to one side, both catching their breaths at he moved his hands, finding they were gripping her hips.

It was almost as if the whole room was silent between them, the only ones in existence were them both as they gazed at each other, Y/N’s cheeks red but her lips parted while she looked down at him with lust. Loki held his breath, his finger tips gripping her exposed thighs where her dress had raised before he saw her body rise up about an inch. By the color of her cheeks he knew it was because she had been sitting upon his now rock hard erection and he nearly gawked as she just once, briefly, grinded her hips to brush against him briefly before she moved to stand up.

‘’Jesus is this while you both didn’t want to join the games? So you could just skip to the action?”

Tony’s voice broke the moment as sound around them resumed in the music and chatter, Stark coming over while Loki cleared his throat and got up, doing his best to keep his balance as he staggered before Tony gripped his shoulder.

‘’hang on there Reindeer games, take this- it helps.’’ He said and handed him a half full glass of something.

Loki raised a brow, taking hold of the drink as he still was trying to regain the moment of what had just happened and downed the drink in one go. His eyes widened and nearly spit the last second sip out and coughed, glaring daggers at Stark.

‘’Norns was that??!”

‘’I figured you wanted more of the booze you were drinking’’ Stark shrugged and laughed, quickly moving to Y/N’s side where she was quickly brushing off her dress after having to yank it down from it’s raised position merely a few seconds ago.

‘’you said it will help!’’ Loki growled.

‘’yeah, help you keep having fun’’ Tony laughed, holding his side. ‘’do you really think I would own any form of sober solutions??”

‘’at least you are aware you are an alcoholic.’’ Y/N scolded dryly and narrowed her eyes.

‘’norns..’’ Loki mumbled, feeling himself sway again while his finger tips moved to his temples.

‘’now while he’s on his way to being less of a party pooper, how about we start another game?” Tony gripped, moving himself between the two and having an arm over each other’s shoulders.

‘’like what?” Y/N rolled her eyes, knowing he wasn’t going to give up until they’ve participated in something.

‘’dice.’’

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Title - War Dog

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Ships - RED Demoman/BLU Soldier (Team Fortress 2)

Tags - Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Puppy play, Pet Play, Fluff, Subspace, Dom/Sub, Praise Kink, Enemies to Lovers, Beating, Drunk Sex, Internalized Homophobia

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These Red bastards weren't gonna get away with this. Soldier had a reputation for getting captured by the enemy team due to his reckless antics, but he always managed to escape, even if it was with a missing hand that Medic would have to sew back onto him at 4 in the morning, and it had happened again. Soldier was sitting in an uncomfortable folding chair in the middle of a dark room that he was beginning to find rather familiar, hands and feet tied to the piece of furniture.

Outside the room the Red team was having a muffled conversation, likely discussing what they should do with this lunatic given how many times he's been here and hasn't given them any information. There were more voices than usual this time though. Normally there'd be only 3 to 4 voices talking outside the room before they came in, this time however, it seemed that the entire Red team was outside the door, making Soldiers chances of getting back to his base in one piece even lower.

Loud voices argued and yelled until one particularly rough voice cut through all of them with a questioning tone, silencing the rest for only a moment. From that point the conversation continued with less fighting, seemingly only the rough voice from before and a voice that couldn't be mistaken as anybody except the red heavy were left speaking. The muffled conversation continued for a solid five minutes before they seemed to reach a conclusion. The sound of several footsteps outside the door got quieter and quieter until they disappeared, leaving Soldier worried that they may have just abandoned him. That worry disappeared however when the patriot saw the doorknob twist.

The door opened with an irritating squeak, and a man that Soldier had hoped he'd never again see outside of the battlefield walked in. The Red Demoman, carrying a half empty bottle of scrumpy in his left hand entered with an expression of sheer disappointment scrawled on his face. Soldier grumbled at the sight, hoping in vain that his enemy may have just accidentally wandered in here due to the alcohol, honestly preferring to have been left alone all night rather than have to face his ex-friend. “Well would you lookie here! Some enlisted man you are huh?” The Scotsman broke into a fit of laughter.

“What?! You come in here just to laugh, Cyclops!? Do whatever it is you do to prisoners at this unpatriotic base and then get out of my sight!” Soldier barked in return, breaking Demo out of his laughter. “Oh, like yer’ team is any better! I hear torture's pretty popular thar’ as of recent.” He growled, walking closer to the patriot as he spoke in a show of dominance that would probably work on anybody who wasn't mercenary. “We do not torture our prisoners! We just give them to Medic.” Soldier corrected, matter-of-factly. “Oh yea’ as if thas’ any diff'rent!”

The two mercenaries stewed in silent rage for a moment, glaring at each other with contempt. The room was tense with unspoken rage, rage that was only let out when they ran around killing each other everyday, but that didn't count for revenge. That was their job.

“What'd ye’ come here for? You lookin’ fer’ more of them weapons ye’ traded me for?” The Scot questioned sarcastically, fuelling Soldiers' rage even more. “Like I'd ever tell a member of the enemy team why I was sent here! That's top secret, and in America we don't negotiate with traitors!” The excuse was as flimsy as their uniforms. Nobody in their right mind would send Soldier to an enemy base to achieve something unless the goal was getting captured. “Yea’ right, ye’ sack o’ crap, you probably made yer’ way over here by accident.”

Soldier grumbled, unable to refute that claim. “And yer’ a damn hypocrite calling me a traitor afta’ you took the deal from the old hag!” The Scot continued, walking up to Soldier and knocking his helmet off his head, making the Patriot lurch forward and try to bite his assailant's hand as it came near, failing and only nearly causing his chair to tip over. Demo laughed “Yer’ bloody insane, ye’ lunatic!” He leaned forward to be eye level with his captive, who quickly spat on his face in an act of defiance. Demo wiped his face with his hand and delivered a hard slap to Soldier's face.

The patriot gave a single laugh. “Typical, of course you're resorting to torture, you kilt wearing pansy!” Soldier yelled, making the Scot slap him again. “You dunae have a clue what torture is.” Demo retorted. “Yer’ a man ain't ya’? So take the consequences of leavin’ yer’ best friend in the mud like one!” He punched Soldier square in the nose, without a doubt breaking it. The patriot screamed roughly before regaining his composure and glaring up at the Scotsman. “You are a liar! You did not value our friendship! You called me a civilian!”

Demo stared at the patriot with confusion for a brief moment before lifting both him, and the chair by extension, up by his uniform collar. “I did nae such a thing, ye’ bloody liar! Who'r ye’ even tryin’ to justify yer'self tae here? God? Cuz I assure ye’ lad, I'll make damn sure that ‘e don't forgive ye’!” Soldier scoffed, “I'm only telling the truth cupcake! You're a damn traitor!” he argued, leading Demo to drop him, making him topple over in the chair, his tied limbs unable to get himself back up.

The Scot took pity on the man and used his foot to get the chair straight up once again, setting his foot next to Soldiers thigh and pushing it upwards. Soldiers' now uncovered eyes lingered on the way the Scots kilt lifted up enough to just barely still be covering his pecker before they snapped back up to Demos' face that was looking down at him smugly. “I'm sure you think yer’ tellin’ the truth laddie, with that lead poisoned head o’ yers’, but I know yer’ a bloody traitor!” The Scot argued.

“The administrator showed me! She showed me a video of you calling me a civilian in a weird unnatural voice that I'd never heard you talk in before! Seems you were hiding a lot from me!” The patriot growled back, making Demo pause for a moment, thinking. Miss Pauling had told him that Soldier took the offer for weapons before he did, but according to Soldier, weapons had nothing to do with it. The administrator made a fake video where he called Soldier a civilian, and that's what caused the Patriots hatred.

Of course Demoman didn't want to trust what the man who he'd been enemies with for the past 6 months said, but it did make sense. Surely both their employers could've come to an agreement when two good mercenaries were at stake, and the old hag always did seem a tad sadistic over the speakers. It was stupid and could have easily been avoided, but Demo conceited. He had abandoned his best mate because of a lie.

He removed his foot from the chair and uncrossed his arms, instead placing them on his hips. Looking down at Soldier, still disappointed, but no longer with him, Demo sighed. “That video was damn fake, I dinae say any o’ that crap.” The Scot stated, trying to sound as genuine as possible, knowing how stubborn the Patriot could be. “Huh?” Soldier raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Yer’ employers faked a video so that we'd stop bein’ friends.” Demo reiterated, and Soldier furrowed his eyebrows once again “Yeah right, why would they do that?” The patriot doubted his claim.

Demo rolled his eye. “Because normally if two people are friends they dinae want te’ kill each other everyday as their job. Lucky fer’ them we're both pretty fuckin’ crazy.” The Scot reasoned, and as much as Soldier wanted to doubt it, his logic checked out. It made sense that they weren't supposed to be friends, but the idea of spending time with Demo again made Soldier happier than he'd like to admit.

The first day of their rivalry, when Soldier was meant to be using his new weapon to kill Demo, he instead spent the day inside his apartment sulking. He really loved going to gun shows and wrestling with the Scot, he enjoyed spending time with him at all if he was honest, but he had spent the last six months repressing those feelings in an attempt to keep up his self imposed loner identity since it seemed Demo didn't want to be friends anymore either. Knowing Demo didn't hate him anymore sent him through the roof with endorphins, and a blush grew on his face just above a large, toothy grin.

The grin made Demo a bit worried before the patriot looked up at him with an expression of pure excitement. “I knew that once you've taken a man out for whiskey and ribs and fought the police with him you've formed an unbreakable bond!” Soldier screamed, kicking his feet to the best of his ability while still tied to the chair.

A cautious smile grew on Demoman's face. “Really? Ye’ jus’ believe me?” He questioned, making Soldier chuckle. “Yeah! As long as you don't call me a civilian.” Soldier stated with his voice lowering as he went on. “I won't lad.” Demo reassured him. “So canae untie ye’ witout’ you jumpin’ me?” He asked, gesturing to the rope still binding the patriots' limbs. Soldier nodded quickly, the material likely having already left marks on his skin.

Demo kneeled down to untie Soldier's legs at which point Soldier couldn't take his eyes off him. Knowing the Scot was focused untying his restraints made the patriot unafraid to admire the sight of the man knelt down in front of his spread form, the rope tying each of his legs to opposite sides of the chair so that they were spread just enough that Demo's head could fit snugly between them. The idea of Demoman taking advantage of Soldiers' slightly compromising position invaded the patriots brain, where he quickly dismissed it with a shake of his head as his blush grew darker.

Demo finished untying the Patriots legs, allowing him to roll his ankles a bit to get the stiffness out of them. The Scot got up from his knees, rubbing them a bit as the cold of the concrete floor had sunk into them, before going behind Soldier to untie his hands. Having his hands freed felt like heaven to the patriot as the rough material first loosened before losing contact with his skin completely. Moving his hands to look at them, Soldier saw his skin on his wrists had become red.

Demo walked back into the patriots view before reaching a hand down to help him up, which Soldier gladly took, allowing the Scotsman to pull him to his feet as he focused on how warm Demo's hands were. The Scot looked over Soldier's body, searching for injury before remembering that he had broken the man's nose. He inspected the injury before sighing. “Stay here fer’ minute, I'll go ask Medic fer’ some supplies. Don' werry about ‘im telling anybody. He's pre'ey good at keepin’ secrets.” The Scotsman drunkenly wobbled out of the room, leaving Soldier alone.

The patriot groaned in relief once the Scot left the room, unable to keep the thoughts he was having about the man from affecting him any longer. Picking up his helmet from the floor and putting it on, Soldier winced and sat back down on the chair he had been tied to as he felt a stirring in his pants. The infirmary was on the opposite side of the base. He had time to take care of this.

His hands fell to his lap with his right creeping its way up his thigh and inwards. A soft moan fell from his lips as it rubbed over the bulge in his pants, his blush only darkening when he saw a very slight dark spot form at the tip as pre leaked from his arousal. The patriot hurriedly undid his belt and pulled down his pants just enough to allow his member to bounce out, slapping against his shirt and leaving an unnoticeable stain. A shudder escaped his throat as he thumbed the tip, spreading pre across his head while he gripped the side of the chair with his free hand.

Letting a groan fall from his lips, Soldier slid his fingers down his length while keeping his thumb on the tip, digging his nail in slightly and moaning at the ecstasy of the pain. He imagined Demo's hand wrapped around him, teasing him for all he was worth as he sped up, sliding his thumb off the tip so that he could fuck into his fist. The patriot's noises became louder and louder as he already started to near his climax, the world around him no longer existing in his mind as he focused on the pleasure he was providing himself, certain he'd have time to clean up after he was done.

As it would turn out, he wouldn't even have time to finish, as while, yes, the infirmary was on the opposite side of the base, Medics room and a storage closet were a mere hallway away, and Demoman opened the door to the room with ice and a rag in his hands. Soldier hated everything. The sound of his friend walking in on him slipping his mind as he reached his climax, gasping as he came onto the chair, staining the wood with white as Demoman stared at him with an unreadable expression.

Soldier regained his senses faster than he ever had before, though his senses didn't do him much good as he stared back at the Scotsman in silence. A moment passed, and Soldier looked around the room, unsure what to do. “Ye'-ahem-ye’ alright lad?” Demoman asked hesitantly, also unsure of what to do. “Yeah.” Soldier responded simply, conceding to look down at the floor to the right of him, as, if he were to look down ahead of him he would simply be faced with the mess he had just made.

Soldier tucked himself back into his pants without a word, and Demo seemed to share his sentiment in not wanting to talk about what just happened as he simply approached his friend and began cleaning his wound in silence. After wiping the blood off his face, Demos' expression turned uncertain. “Medic told me ay just need ta’ push yer’ nose back int’ place…” he angled his hand next to the patriots misplaced nose and pushed it back into place, cringing at Soldiers pained scream until the likely wrongly performed procedure was finished.

Demo removed his hand and examined his work, coming to the conclusion that it was ‘good enough’ and shrugged. Soldier put his hand on his face to feel his nose, coming to the same conclusion as Demoman that it was ‘good enough’. He could breath and wasn't in debilitating pain so hey, what the heck, this was fine. Soldier could take a beating. Demo offered his hand once again to help Soldier up from the seat making sure not to look at the mess Soldier had spilled. “Ye’ want te go drinken? Haven't done that in a hot minute!” The Scot exclaimed, remembering what a fun drinking buddy Soldier had made for. “You bet your ass son!” The patriot responded with a grin.

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One, two, four, eight, the two started drinking at 12 PM and they had now finished no less than half of Demo's entire whiskey supply that he kept under his bed in 3 hours. Demo was no worse for wear, having already been shitfaced before he saw Soldier. The patriot on the other hand could actually hold his alcohol fairly well. Both of them were insane by default so alcohol didn't have much of an affect besides making them even less shameful than they already were.

Demo, unable to stand the silence, insisted they put on a movie, at which point Soldier forced him to put on ‘All Quiet on the Western Front.’ Not that they were paying attention to it. An anti war movie didn't serve much purpose to 2 men who fought in an eternal war all day, everyday as their job. Soldier just knew it was patriotic. Instead of watching, the friends occupied themselves by talking, filling each other in on everything they hadn't been able to talk about for the last 6 months.

Their laughter rang against the walls, blocking out the sound of someone moaning the next room over. Eventually the noises stopped, but not for long as it seems Demo's neighbor, who was apparently the RED Spy, only stopped to come bang on his wall. “Demo, if you would be so kind as to shut the hell up, some of us are trying to sleep!” The Frenchman scolded, his lie evident and voice muffled, making the two care even less than they would have if the Frenchman was saying that to their face. Nonetheless, Demo turned off the film, offering some sympathy to Spy who seemed to have been engaging in the same physical activities that Demo wished he could do with Soldier.

What happened earlier was weird, yes, but it didn't mean anything! God knows Soldier was an erratic man, he very well could have just haphazardly decided he needed to jerk off at that exact moment while still in the enemy base. But the oddness of Soldier's behavior is what endeared Demoman to him. They were both on a similar level of deranged, even if Soldier was slightly higher. Demo once again opted to ignore these thoughts, taking another swig from his scrumpy before looking up at Soldier.

“Who'd ye’ bet ‘s shaggin’ over der?” He pointed toward Spies' room where the moaning had now continued. Soldier looked at his friend, scandalized. “You guys are that unprofessional over here?!” He gasped, making Demo roll his eye. “Oh please, ye’ nitwit. Yer' team without a doubt does it too.” The Scot argued, making Soldier go silent briefly before answering his friend's previous question. “Sniper.” Demo raised an eyebrow. “What makes ye’ say that?” He questioned, making Soldier shrug. “On our team we can't get those two off each other.”

“Nah, couldn't be.” Demo debated “on our team those 2 hate each other's guts.” He took a large swig of his scrumpy. “My bet is it’s Scout's bloody mum!” Demo busted into laughter, followed quickly by Soldier laughing as well. “I still bet you a bottle of expensive whiskey, its Sniper, you guys over here are strange!” Soldier chuckled, making Demo smile but shrug. “Eh, I prefer meh scrumpy anyways.” He responded before going to take another swig and finding his bottle empty.

“Ah cripe, move outta the way Soldier I gotta get another bottle…” the Scotsman got up from his bed where he was sitting next to Soldier and kneeled down in front of him to pull out the crate of scrumpy he kept. Soldier opted to simply spread his legs so Demo could get the crate out rather than full on move out of the way, both too tired to do so and thoroughly enjoying the sight of Demo between his legs. The shamelessness that came from his drunken state made him unbothered by his erection, the incident from earlier having fully left his mind by now.

Demo, in an action that he would later justify to himself as just being instinct, saw something move above him on his friend's crotch, and glanced up to be met with a very obvious erection straining in his dear friend's trousers. The blush already dusting his cheeks due to the alcohol darkened sharply before he looked up fully to see Soldier who was currently staring at him, cheeks red more from the alcohol than shame, who had a wobbly, drunken grin on his face.

“Sorry…you're just…” Soldier paused, thinking of a word to describe his friend who he just so happened to also be helplessly in love with. “Beautiful as a damn firework on 4th of July.” Soldier vocalized the best he could, his smile dropping when Demo let out a wheeze of laughter in response. “What're you laughing at! I love my friends the same way I love Ameri-” Soldier yelled back defensively, getting cut off as Demo got up from his knees and leaned forward towards the patriot. “Oh, shut it ye’ bloody crackjob!” The Scotsman exclaimed before leaning forward more to fall on top of his friend's lap and pressing his lips against the patriots.

Soldiers initial shock quickly wore off as he melted into the kiss, letting his eyes close and Demo take the lead. The Scotsman pushed his tongue into his friend's mouth, exploring the wet expanse that tasted of cheap liquor while the Patriot moaned into the kiss, his usual rough and loud demeanor being substituted by a malleable and soft one.

Demoman jumped when he felt hands claw at his belt in an attempt to remove it which failed as Demo took the patriots hands in his own and pulled back from the kiss. “Is this what that earlier incident was about?” The Scotsman asked to fill the void left between them as he studied his friend's expression. His blush had darkened immensely and his teeth were together as if he were angry, though his eye that was visible from under his helmet due to it being slightly askew told of a different emotion. Pure, unbridled lust. Soldier nodded before Demo looked down where he saw the patriot's erection had only gotten worse, looking almost painful.

“Do ye’ want me?” Demo gave another question, this one being answered much faster by the man underneath him with a swift nod. “Thas’ good cuz damn do ye’ look like a bloody feast right now.” He answered before pushing Soldier backwards to lay down on his bed as he continued kissing him.

It seemed like it didn't take much to get the patriot worked up as Demo had him gasping into their kiss as he arched his back to rub his clothed erection against Demo's leg like a dog in a matter of seconds. The man was acting as if he hadn't received pleasure in years as he desperately rutted against his friend, forcing Demo to hold him down, to which the patriot mewled.

Soldier pulled back from the kiss to look up at his, definitely more than a friend at this point. “Christ on a crocket!! Just fucking touch me or get out of my sight!” Soldier threatened without malice, his aggressive attitude coming out again as desperation took hold of him. “Yer in my bloody room man, I'll toy wit’ ya’ all I please.” Demo responded, ruthlessly teasing the man below him, making him growl.

Demo leaned back down, kissing the patriots neck until he left marks on his rough, scarred skin. Soldier squirmed, animalistic sounds of pleasure escaping his throat as Demo reached his hand down and cupped Soldier's clothed erection, rubbing it gently to drive the patriot even more crazy. “Tavish…” Soldier moaned into Demo's shoulder in a futile attempt to silence himself. “Usin’ names now are we? Thas’ a bit personal don'cha think, Jane?” The Scot teased the writhing man below him who only responded with a whimper that Demoman couldn't help but find adorable coming out of the war dog's mouth.

The term war dog was becoming a more and more accurate description of Soldier as Tavish continued his teasing, the patriot's noises beginning to sound even more animalistic until Demo bit down on his collar bone, eliciting an extremely concerning noise from the patriot.

He barked.

It wasn't especially different from the other noises he had been making but this one was very explicitly a bark. Demo pulled back to look down at Soldier, who was panting through his teeth and whining. He didn't seem very concerned with it though, instead taking the Scots surprise as an opportunity to rut against his leg, though he was quickly stopped. Smirking, Demo put his hand on Soldier's cheek, using his thumb to coax his mouth open before pulling on his tongue so that he was no longer panting through his teeth but instead appearing more like an animal. “There's a good lad.” He praised, making Soldier melt. “If yer gonna sound like an animal ye’ might as well act like one.”

Tavish removed the patriots helmet and put it on his bedside table so he could look his love in the eyes, finding them full to the brim with desperation and lust. “What is it ye’ want pup?” The Scot asked, his own cock starting to become painfully erect. Soldier growled, still panting with his tongue hanging out despite his seemingly defiant attitude.

“I-I am a respectable ex-soldier of the US military and a-a current Soldier for Builders League United-! Not your dog-” Soldier began defensively before Demo silenced him with a brief kiss. “Not here ye’ ain't. Here, yer’ mine, unless you don't wanna be that is, in which case you're completely free ta’ leave.” Demo gave him a way out, an opportunity to change his mind, but it was more so just teasing, as Soldiers erection still twitched with need and his love for Demoman was only growing.

A moment of silence passed, and Soldier said nothing, so Demo took that as an invitation. “Now, what is it ye’ want pup?” He restated his earlier question, this time expecting an answer. Soldier glanced to the side, not wanting to make eye contact, “Fuck me…” he said through gritted teeth, making Demo smile and give the patriot a pat on the head, an action the American was strangely receptive to as a wobbly grin returned to his expression. “See, thas’ all ye’ had te’ ask.” Demo teased as he removed his belt. “Now strip would ye’?” He asked, to which Soldier swiftly began unbuttoning his uniform.

Getting up from the mattress felt like a nightmare but Demo managed it as Soldier continued to undress, his military attire proving quite the obstacles. In the meantime Demo opened his closet and fished around until he found a box which he quickly pulled out and took something out of. Soldier was paying no mind however as a button on his shirt refused to open. Demo sat whatever he had been holding on his bedside table to help Soldier undo the button, in the end probably damaging it but at least it was open now.

Eventually Soldier laid bare on the bed, the owner of the bed equally bare and taking a bottle of lube out if his drawer before once again climbing atop the patriot. “You ever had stuff up yer’ arse be'for?” The Scot questioned, to which Soldier nodded his head. “Yeah, fingers and crap.” The answer made Demo laugh. “Well yeah I assumed ye'd have crap up there be'for. It'd be concernin’ if ye’ didn't!” Demo joked before going into hysterics. Soldier only found it funny enough to warrant a chuckle however.

“Nae, but yeah, this's gonae be quite a lot bigger. I'll be gentle wit’ ya’ though, don't ye’ worry yer’ pre'ey lil’ head.” Demo assured him, wanting the patriot to know what to expect. He only grinned however. “God knows you don't have to be gentle with me!” He argued jokingly, making Tavish give him a stern look. “Don't go sayin’ crap like that. Bad anal is goddamn hellish. You ye’ gotta be walkin’ tomorrow lest people start te’ talk.” He reminded, making the patriot sink back into the mattress.

Demo squeezed some lube onto his finger before prodding at Soldiers entrance, gaining the patriots full attention before pressing it in up to the first knuckle. Soldier moaned lowly, humming to distract himself from the slight discomfort until Demo pushed it further in, now fully inside the patriots ass. He squirmed, but attempted to stay still as the Scotsman pumped it in and out, not offering much pleasure but accustoming the patriot to the sensation.

Slowly, Demo added a second finger, feeling Soldier already begin to tighten around him. Soldier jumped as Demo put his hand on his stomach and started rubbing, but quickly melted at the feeling. If he had the ability to purr, he would have. “Loosen up, pup. I gotta stretch ye’.” Demo reminded, and that combined with the relaxing feeling of having his belly rubbed, Soldier complied. “Good lad.”

Demo scissored his fingers inside the patriot as he thrusted them in and out, curling them every so often in search of Soldiers prostate. It was uncomfortable, but bearable as Soldier waited for Demo to finish stretching him. Any thoughts of patience however were thrown out the window when Demo curled his fingers upwards and hit a bundle of nerves deep inside the patriot, making him let out a truly ungodly sound that turned into a whimper when Demo removed his fingers from the spot. “There ‘e is…” Demo whispered before pressing his fingers back against the spot, massaging it gently just to watch the patriot cry underneath him.

Finally Demo finished his teasing of the patriot, removing his fingers and getting up from the bed to which Soldier whimpered. Taking the object he had previously gotten from the closet off of his table, Soldier could see what it was. A collar and leash. He couldn't keep himself from grinning as Demo brought it over to him and clipped it around his neck. It squeezed his neck comfortably like a weighted blanket when Demo pulled on the leash, making the patriot let out a long whine.

It felt even more like a weighted blanket when Demo crawled back onto him and pushed his thighs back, leaning down to bite the rough flesh before taking more lube on his hands and applying it to his cock, shuddering at the cold feeling as he pumped for a moment before lining himself up with Soldiers entrance.

Soldier let a long, soft cry fall from his lips as Demo pushed into him, what felt like filling him to the brim with pure heat as his brain started to feel floaty. A groan escaped Demo's throat as he fully sheathed himself inside the patriot, waiting for him to adjust to his size before moving, though with how loose Soldier was around him I seemed he could start whenever he wanted, and that was right away.

The Scotsman slowly pulled out of Soldier before thrusting himself back in with force, groaning when Soldiers walls twitched around him. “Good lad, jus’ take it nice and good lad.” he sighed as he began a slow rhythm, reveling in the noises Soldier was making whenever he pressed in.

A quick yank of the leash had the patriot sobbing with euphoria as Demo began speeding up, the sounds Soldier was making not permitting any ability to control himself. “God bless America-!” Soldier groaned through clenched teeth, giving Demo a good chuckle that quickly turned into a moan when Soldier tightened around him as he hit the patriots' prostate.

The patriot white knuckle gripped the sheets as Demo abused his prostate, not even capable of words at this point, instead resorting to noises, mainly whimpers. When Jane let another bark slip past his throat it was swiftly transformed into a growl as Demo pulled on his leash. “Such a good dog ye’ are Jane- Christ I could fuck ye’ like this fer’ a whole match!” The Scot praised, making the patriots length twitch as its owner trembled uncontrollably.

“D- Demo- Fuck-! Demo- I- I-” Soldier babbled as a heat grew in his gut. “Please- call me - fuck-! Call me good again-!” The patriot begged, needing Demo to push him over the edge using a tactic he'd never in his life admit that he absolutely adored. “So good fer’ me Jane-! Absolutely bloody fantastic!” The praise fell from Demoman's lips as he buried himself inside his lover, tugging on the patriots leash roughly to bring the other man to orgasm. Heat spread through Jane's entire body as Demo filled him with seed, dumb muttering about pups slipping past the patriots lips as he reached his own climax.

White ropes shot onto Soldiers stomach as he came with a cry louder than anyone he'd ever given on the battlefield. The Scotsman merely admired the scene of Soldier laying underneath him with a delirious grin on his face and cum sprayed across his stomach until the patriot came to, needing a few minutes to come down from his high, at which point he grinned up at Demoman.

“Did ye’ enjoy yer'self?” Demoman asked, which as far as Soldier was concerned was a rhetorical question, though he nodded anyways. “Great because that felt bloody amazin’...” Demo exclaimed as he got up, stretching before taking some tissues from his desk. “‘Ere, I'll clean ye’ up.” Demo cleaned the cum from the patriots stomach, as well as made sure there wasn't too much cum leaking out of his ass, as he did need to go back to his own Base.

Once they were both clean they just spent a few minutes basking in each other's presence. It was sappy and dumb by Soldiers standards, but it was comfortable. Unfortunately, Demoman glanced at his clock, finding that it was 6 AM. That's when the RED Soldier usually does his routine of waking everybody up. Sighing, Demo shook Soldier awake, admiring the sight of the large man relaxing on top of him like an oversized lapdog.

“Ye’ ought te’ go back te’ yer’ base.” Soldier blinked open his eyes and looked at the clock, suddenly spiraling into a panic. “Shit! My soldiers never wake up on time! I have to get back to BLU!” Demo rolled his eye fondly “Ye’ and the RED Soldier ‘r similar after all.” He mumbled jokingly. Soldier turned around to look him in the eyes “You don't happen to have a spare rocket launcher do you?” Demoman had hardly opened his mouth to answer when the RED Soldier came bursting in, primed to screech at Demo until he woke up from his drunken slumber but instead finding him already awake and with a member of the enemy team.

The doppelgangers stared at each other for 5 seconds before tackling each other and fighting in a cartoon dust cloud. “Commie!” “Treasonous!” “Bastard!” Etc…

Demoman snuck out of the room before the RED Soldier could yell at him.

#tf2 #team fortess 2 #boots n bombs #petpl4y #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #tf2 soldier #soldier x demoman #cw // suggestive

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boundinparchment · 7 months

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It's funny because I was just thinking about the coffee shop AU you came up with last time! 8. Hospital AU and 70. Locked in a Room or 71. Twenty-Four Hours to Live because I can't decide. With Dottore and whoever else comes to mind :3

"Whatever you do, don't--" Karina winced when the latch clicked home. "...let the door shut."

"How did you get in here?"

Today was turning out to be absolute hell and it just kept getting worse. After the day (and night) she'd had, especially after the grueling drive in the raging snowstorm, she wanted to be alone.

A prayer room would have been better, in hindsight. It was stupid of her to assume the door to the bunk room wasn't busted when she had to press her shoulder into the door for it to unstick.

And now, the head of neurology was glaring at her with eyes even more bloodshot than hers. His question had everything to do with her blood-splattered EMS uniform; only doctors had access to on-call rooms and most were locked behind keycards.

Except for this one, tucked away in an older part of the hospital, away from the bustle.

"Same as you. But now that the door is closed, it can't open from the inside."

Karina met the neurologist more times than she cared to, purely out of coincidence. He was the youngest department leader in a long time, people said, and although grating on one's emotions, he often knew exactly how to pinpoint and treat the problem.

And maybe, just maybe, she'd been dared to approach him at a bar after drinking with her colleagues, only to end up getting a ride home from the sharp-tongued man standing near the door. He was quiet until she asked about the car and remarked that it looked like a shark from the front. His laugh was warm, rich like the amber liquid that burned her throat, and he remarked on the engine quality and feeling connected to the road.

She hadn't dared invite him upstairs and he had not deigned to ask. People would talk at work anyway; there was little point in lending any truth to such rumors.

That man seemed so far away now as his red eyes burned into her. Exhausted, body and soul, and perhaps all of his work in vain if the patient didn't see results.

The doctor's eyes narrowed, lips tugged into a frown, before he slowly turned to test her statement. Jammed, refusing to budge.

He slammed his fist against the door and then left it there for a moment. His shoulders rose and fell before he straightened and made his way towards one of the other bunks and took a seat. He kicked off his shoes and then settled onto the cot, not bothering to get under the covers as he turned his back to her.

Doctors like him were paged and on-call twenty-four-seven; he'd be up in all of fifteen minutes after they rang for him.

He turned over onto his back, his head lolling to the side to look at her.

"When are you off, Alexandre? Presuming we're able to extradite ourselves from this room."

Karina looked at her watch. "Another five hours, if I'm not stuck on a scene. Car accidents are a given in weather like tonight's. Why?"

"Eighteen hours in surgery and my patient flatlined just as I was closing up their incisions. I'd...prefer the company of one who understands the uphill battle. Especially someone who can smile in the face of it all."

For a moment, she caught nothing but earnestness in his exhausted expression. Karina felt the corners of her lip twitch and the chuckle that escaped him brought her right back to that night.

"Just like that."

If he was going to be that straightforward, the least she could do was return the favor.

She rose from her bunk, pausing only to yank off her boots, before she crawled onto the bed next to him. He was warm, and she could feel toned muscles as she pressed herself into his side. Karina angled her head close to his, lips hovering.

"Life is too short, Karina," he whispered. "I do not wish to waste more time for subpar results."

He captured her lips with his in one smooth motion, slow and methodical, but not without a burning hunger lingering underneath. His arms shifted and before she knew it, she was straddling him.

When she finally broke the kiss, she said, "Sleep first, Zandik."

"I can sleep when I'm dead. I should have finished what I started when I brought you home that night."

#oc: karina alexandre #dottore #il dottore #dottore x oc #dottore x female oc

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"perfect blue" (1998)

on rewatch, this was both better and worse than i remembered.

- no one does a transition/jump cut/juxtaposition, at least not in anime, like satoshi kon esp. in the opening minutes of this film, which transposes scenes from cham!'s last concert as a trio with mima's ordinary life post-idol. the juxtapositions are unexpected and not obvious, the beginning of the movie's long disorientation. and of course the unforgettable dream/delusion hybrids as mima begins to experience her life as an unending series of second and third takes. that the movie makes no attempt to validate your theories as to which scenes are dream, montage, and/or reality (at least, reality for the world of the characters) is what makes this film obviously pre-mcu. these days i'm sure there are 4 hour long youtube essays trying to tell you the "true" "perfect blue" timeline -- if they exist, don't watch��them.

- a musing on the nature of animation/anime films: animation has improved (obviously) since 1997, but even with rotoscoping, digital technology, and animators who have spent all of their adolescent and adult life producing painstakingly detailed and well-articulated 30-second shorts on twitter tagged with "indie anime", it's still difficult (if not impossible) for animated faces to duplicate the microexpressions of a human face on screen. (if it were possible, chainsaw man (2022) would have done it.) you can fake it for a few seconds, with widening of eyes or a twitch of the mouth, and there are moments in "perfect blue" where we linger on a character's expression. but for the most part, the work of microexpressions is done through some small physical detail: the overpowering overhead lights of a set, rumi's cigarette ash falling, the lines on a tv screen as a tape is rewound, the particular way morning light might fall on your bed at certain times of the day.

i think a lot about how anime fakes us out and makes us want to say the word "cinematography" when there is no such thing. there is no camera in an anime film. no shot can ever be an accident; it is always fully formed by human hands (even more true of a film made in the 90s). in the first ten minutes of the film, you see mima walk to the outside corridors of her apartment building, open her door, clean out her refrigerator, run a bath, then flop on her bed. the "camera" wanders in 3-second still shots around her room, establishing shot after establishing shot. there is so much stuff, and it is all hand-drawn: perfume bottles, stuffed animals, lotions, stacks of cds, dried flower bouquets, rows of spices on the range, the rust stains from the stopper chain of her sink. i'm not saying a film director wouldn't have done the same, but these shots feel exceptionally "anime," of trying to work around the limitations of the animated cel. when you cannot ever capture motion by accident, when every gesture "on camera" requires what to a non-artist would be a herculean act of labor, when two characters cannot surprise you into having chemistry with their body language or energy, then everything becomes a matter of framing.

the benefit of animation, though, is that you can easily traverse between illusion and reality. because the camera is not real, because you already are suspending your disbelief, no extra work is required for you to see illusion!mima as a real person. these days i complain frequently about live action adaptations of manga/anime that don't add to the story with its medium. though i've never read the novel on which it is based, "perfect blue" feels like one of those perfect moments when anime is in fact the best medium for adaptation. in anime, everything that is real is already unreal; so, too, is "perfect blue."

- in the early 2000s, if you liked "perfect blue," people would probably recommend "serial experiments lain" (which is actually what i watched pretty much right after "perfect blue," and i was too young for them both), "ergo proxy," or even the other satoshi kon films. but in 2024 i would say, you should watch "odd taxi." it has everything: the mindfuckery, the b-list pop idols, the murder, the musings on life and the cruelties of internet life, the fantastic soundtrack. "odd taxi" is coen brothers to "perfect blue"'s david lynch. did lynch watch "perfect blue" before making "mulholland drive"? the question now haunts me.

#movie #perfect blue

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Tickles Up!

lee!nick, ler!charlie/tao

summary: the three are playing Heads Up, when a certain word appears. charlie and tao have a special idea to help nick guess it.

word count: 1k

a/n: spent all night writing this and finished in the morning..now im gonna be tired all day but oh well

“Nick?” Tao murmured. “It’s your turn.”

The rugby player was lost in space or in his own mind. He was zoned out on the living room floor, driving his two friends to shake him out of it.

“Nick?!” Charlie shouted in his ear, pushing his shoulder back and forth.

He finally responded when Tao delivered a strategic poke to his side, making him jolt and kick his feet out of the criss-cross position they previously rested in. Charlie and Tao received quick glances from each other in response to Nick’s reaction.

“Finally, we got you awake!” Charlie voiced, followed by Tao. “It was like he was asleep with his eyes open…weird, isn’t it?” He teased.

Nick smiled softly and scratched the back of his neck. “Aha, yeah…sorry about that, I’m just a little tired, that’s all.”

“It’s alright, but now it’s your go. Go ahead!” Charlie insisted, handing him the phone.

He put the back of the device on his forehead, leaving the two friends in front of him to watch the screen as it turned to another word. They were all playing ‘Heads Up!’. In a rotation, one of the guys would receive the phone and be prompted to guess the word that appeared. The other players had to give him hints, or actions, as to what the word was.

“Ti-!” Tao gasped, covering his mouth. When he’d seen the word, he automatically started to say it out loud, by accident. Charlie chuckled, nudging his friend's arm.

“Whose side are you on?!” He exclaimed.

“Sorry! I almost did that when you were the one with the phone…”

“Well, I wish you would have! That’s why we lost, Tao.” Nick chimed in, now starting to worry about the ticking timer that’d begun. One minute to guess the word, or forfeit.

“Alright, er- this is something that…feels light? And it’s an action! I think…” Charlie shouted, trying to convey his best description of the word. What was the word, you may ask? Coincidental to Tao poking Nick earlier, the word was ‘Tickle’!

Charlie quickly pondered for a few moments before turning his head to Tao, who seemed to be doing the same thing. ‘Tickle” was a hard word to describe, without using the word itself.

A lightbulb suddenly appeared over the top of Tao’s head - he remembered that the only rule was, you cannot say the word that’s given. Maybe he could make Nick feel the word?

It wouldn’t be a hard task, since Nick was already barefoot, his feet basically out in the open in front of him. Charlie and Tao sat on the outside of both Nick’s feet, while Nick had his legs spread all the way out, using his palms to hold himself up off the floor.

“I have an idea.” Tao said to Charlie, who seemed interested.

“Which is..? I don’t know how the hell we’re going to say anything to describe this word.”

The taller boy smiled at the irony, and replied, “That’s the thing. We’ll make him feel the word!”

Charlie had caught onto Tao’s idea, and noticed a curious Nick in front of him. His boyfriend had an interesting expression, wondering what the hell his friends were up to… and then, he knew.

He knew that he felt something skitter into his left sole, causing him to jerk his legs back into his lap - but, Tao had quick hands. He managed to capture one of Nick’s ankles, the other one was soon to be snatched back by Charlie.

Nick had let out a brief giggle when he’d felt Tao tickle his foot. This enticed Charlie, and he wanted to see if he could do the same. Two fingers wiggled beneath Nick Nelson’s toes, making him fall down onto the carpet, erupting in chuckles. Two became three, then four, as Charlie became addicted to his lover's sweet laughter~ For each finger that was added beneath his wriggling toes, a decibel was increased in his laughter. If Tao were to do the same thing, there’s no telling how loud Nick would laugh.

“Cha-Chahaha! ChaheheharliHEHE! LehEHEt gohoHOH!”

“We aren’t just doing this to watch you squirm, Nick! Go ahead, tell us the word!” Charlie shouted over Nick’s laughter. He stopped the tickling to hopefully hear an answer, but Tao took it as a queue for his turn. He slid his fingertips all across Nick’s ticklish sole, causing the boy to scrunch them up, and wiggle as much as he could to escape Tao’s strong grip.

“Nick… are you that… unintelligent?” Tao used a nicer word for stupid. “What are we doing right now?”

“BEHEING AHA-ehehasshOHOles!” Nick squealed, squirming in place. He was pretty much immobile since the other two boys had surprisingly strong grasps on his ankles. “What was that?” Charlie scoffed. “We were just trying to help you figure out the word, but if that's how it’s gonna be, alright then!” He playfully taunted, fiddling his fingers into his foot's arch. Tao also looked as if he was in shock by Nick’s words - well, his laughter I should say. That’s what most of his sentence was.

The game had now been redirected to some sort of punishment for Nick since he’d called his friends assholes.

Charlie crawled away from Nick’s ankles and attacked his belly with his tickly fingers.

“Chaharhalie! Gehet awahay!-” Nick rolled around on the floor, eventually pulling his ankle away from Tao. This didn’t change the fact that his boyfriend was by his side, and wouldn’t stop wiggling his fingers into his stomach and ribs.

“Ihim gohOHOEHEhonna gehet you back fohor thiHIHEHis!” He shouted at Charlie. The boy didn’t seem worried until Nick’s face began to turn red. He retracted his fingers from Nick’s body and checked to see if he was okay.

“Had enough?” He asked. “Did we go overboard?”

“Well, we showed him what assholes we could be!” Tao added, seemingly having no remorse for wrecking his friend.

“I didn’t mean to call you guys that! It just slipped out…”

Nick scratched his sides, still having ticklish sensations all over his body from the other boy’s fingers. Then, he was reminded by the notification on his phone that the guessing time was up and he began to wonder what the hell the word was.

“The word was ‘Tickle’! We couldn’t have made it more obvious, Nick.” Tao said, pretending like he could have guessed the word if it were his turn.

“Whatever…” Nick rolled his eyes, handing the phone to Charlie. Let’s just say, he planned on getting revenge…

#lee!nick #lee!nick nelson #ler!charlie #ler!tao #tickle fic #heartstopper tickle #tickling fanfiction

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