#and then suddenly stops and starts freaking out and ripping it off again. i was like wow that looks really dumb

[strawberrymatchawhore]

i like freaks

"i'm a freak, is you a freak? cause i like freaks, boo. he ate my coochie, first night, yeah, i made him chew"

sitting on ur favs face!!

from faye- i know this isnt what i usually write, but i wanted to start incorporating other fandoms into my account . hopefully you all stay and enjoy it!! pls keep suggesting and asking :))

warning/s- DUBCON? drunk freakyness, dry humping, face sitting, fingering, aggressive fav!, one night stand, implied sex at the end, multiple rounds, overstimulation, fav wants u so bad he basically creamed his pants from eating you out

:(( switchy fav!, etc…

you always thought of yourself as a girl with higher standards, a girl that was too good for “one night stands”. however after countless days of non stop studying and a mix of work, your friends decided to go on a nonnegotiable girls night out.

why not go clubbing ?

after downing a multitude of drinks and dancing to your hearts content, it was no surprise when your dick deprived ass brought home the finest man in the building.

perhaps it started off as innocent kissing at the club, but the both of you sat here at this moment. sloppily making out on your fluffy couch.

“mmm” you groaned into his mouth, grinding your wet clothed cunt deeper onto his hard on. the both of you only in your underwear, suddenly he grabbed harshly onto your hips and dug his long slender fingers into the fat of your hips. surely to leave marks in the coming morning.

“f-fuck stop.” he whimpered, his soft plump lips slightly open. light breaths leaving his mouth.

“whats wrong? youre that sensitive?” you teased, desperately trying to gain the friction you lost again. he didnt budge though. he played with the band of your panties and with a quick pull he ripped them and lightly tossed you off the couch.

“i want you to sit on my face”

you stood above his laid out body, he smirked at your frame. clearly you were nervous by the way you were clenching your thighs together. never in your long years of life had a man asked you to do that.

what if you were too heavy?

what if you suffocated him with your thighs?

“yeah im not so sure abou- eek!!” you shrieked when his strong arms pulled you to his face. forcing you to straddle over him. you could feel his breath on your pussy, you clenched over nothing. and before you could even let out another protest he drove straight in.

his tongue licked up and down your sopping pussy, his hands massaged your ass and you immediately went to grab at his soft hair.

“oh.. oh my god.” you let out a satisfied moan and ground your pussy onto to his tongue. he continued to lap at it, he teased you by licking slowly up and down your folds and sucking on your swollen clit. practically drinking all the juice that leaked out of your pussy.

you were so fucking wet for him, and he loved how you tasted. he just had to feel you on the inside as well. he used his free hand and reached under your ass, he gave it a harsh smack before using the pads of his two fingers to slowly sink them into your cunt.

matching the rhythm of his tongue he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. your moans and whimpers filled the room, your eyes were clenched shut at the intense pleasure and pure bliss you were feeling.

“please please please” he moaned into you, lapping faster and fucking his fingers into you at the same pace as well.

“baby you taste so good, are you gonna cum for me?”

“you gonna be a good girl? yeahh keep fucking grinding on my face i dont wanna breathe.. put all your weight on me slut c’mon” he stopped for a second before he started to devour you again.

you basically went nonverbal at the way he was treating you, this man was sent by the gods. how was he good looking and at the same time know how to treat a woman?

“im gonna cum.. fuck fuck fuck! feels so good keep going please. yes yes yes…” you cooed as your stomach tightened, you uncontrollably squeezed your thighs around his head as you came all over his tongue.

he didn’t stop there though, you didnt even realize that he came with you. he was so loud when eating you out. he used his big beefy biceps to hold your hips down when you pushed on the couch arms to try to get yourself out of his grip.

“oh! i think im gonna cum again, please stop.. please. oh shit!” you screamed when you squirted in his mouth, soaking his chin.. his neck.. probably the couch cushions as well.

he finally let you go and you laid down next to him, leg over his. your face rested on his chest, he looked down at you and laughed at you practically almost being passed out.

“dont fall asleep on me now.” he grabbed you and made you straddle his bulge.

“m’ tired, your mouth killed me.” you groaned hugging him.

“whats wrong? youre that sensitive?” he fired back, and you gasped jokingly hitting his chest. you felt his cock twitch and you smirked. grinding your cunny over his leaky tip, he let out a low moan and grabbed your hair to kiss you.

“let me stay the night yeah?”

[vivwritesfics]

lando with girlfriend who races for mercedes but got into a crash and was in coma, but she finally wakes up

This picture does stuff to me

(set 2024)

Second part HERE

"Holy shit," Lando said as he watched his girlfriend walk onto the grid. He watched as she walked over, racing overalls low on her hips, black fireproofs adorning her body.

Lando licked his lips as she stood beside him and Oscar, leaning against the barrier with her arms folded over her chest. "Wow, baby," he said, staring at her.

"Like what you see?" She grinned.

Lando said nothing. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Tell Toto I like the black fire proofs."

It was Y/N's first season in Formula One, her first race too. She was the F2 champion two years running before Mercedes finally gave her a chance. She'd been with Lando since her F2 days, after they'd met in Monaco after the Grand Prix.

"Excited?" Oscar asked as he watched them.

Yes, Y/N was excited. But she'd never been on the track with her boyfriend, had never had to fight him before. Neither of them knew what they were going to do. They both hoped they would treat each other like any other driver, but the rest of the grid was doubtful.

"Very," she said to Oscar as she leaned her head on Lando's shoulders. "I'll blow you both a kiss when I come speeding past, lapping you ."

She had done extremely well for her first qualifying in F1, qualifying on the second row. Lando was 6th through a mistake in Q3 and Oscar was pack in 9th after he got his times deleted.

It was amazing, driving behind a three time world champion and a second time world champion. Y/N did her absolute best, holding her position.

And then Checo Perez tried his luck. He went around the outside of Y/N on turn one. But he didn't leave enough space, hitting her wheel pretty bad and sending her spinning into the barriers at such a high speed. But the car didn't just hit the barrier and bounce off. It hit the barrier and kept going, ripping off chunks of the car and sending them flying.

It wasn't too terrifying at first. It was still scary, though, Y/N's first race and her first big crash in F1. To make things worse it wasn't even her fault. She was having such a good race, doing everything she should have, and then Checo Perez fucked it all up for her.

As chunks of the car got ripped away by the barrier, the Mercedes team was still pretty sure she'd make it out. But then a piece of debris bit the wheel and shot up into the ear, coming back down and hitting the top of Y/N's helmet.

Suddenly, things were scary. The car came to a stop, pieces of it all over the track. "Y/N, are you okay?" Asked her engineer.

She didn't respond.

"Y/N? If you can hear me, please say something?"

Again, nothing. The Mercedes team were beginning to get worried.

***

"Red flag, Lando. That's a red flag," said Lando's engineer.

"What happened?" He asked as everybody pulled into the pitlane.

His engineer took a minute to answer. The team didn't know what was best, to tell Lando and have him freaking out, or to let him find out on his own.

"Uh, there's a Mercedes with some damage," the engineer said.

Lando's face went pale inside of his helmet. He knew the car in front of him was Hamilton, meaning the only other Mercedes on the track was...

Lando parked the car in the pitlane, the same as everybody else. He immediately climbed out of the car and started running. His engineer and the McLaren team tried to stop him, but Lando was still running. It was hot inside of his helmet, but nothing was going to stop him.

When Lando got down there, she still hadn't been pulled from the car, the debris was being removed, but Y/N wasn't. "Baby!" He shouted and ran over.

The stewards tried to hold him back, but Lando pushed them away. He began trying to pull her out of his car. As soon as they saw what he was doing they began helping him, pulling Y/N's limp body out of the car.

Limp, but not lifeless. At least, that was what the paramedics said as they lifted her into the ambulance.

Lando didn't want to attend the rest of the race. He couldn't concentrate as he waited for the race to restart. "Let Pato drive," he mumbled as he waited for news from the hospital. Nothing, and that was making him so fucking worried.

[rikiislvr]

♥︎necklace (3) - nishimura riki

if you want, read part 1 and part 2 to understand the plot!

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

you and niki decided to hangout at a cute little park in the city before he left back to korea. you were in your room running back and forth trying to find the perfect outfit.

which after.. 20 minutes, you did!

you wore a white dress that was flowy at the bottom, your black leather jacket and your black boots to match.

you pinned your hair back with cute star pins, and did your makeup, freaking out of the fact you were going to hangout with a pretty known idol (due to your research you did on him) so it was still a pretty big shock to you.

you were in the middle of finishing your makeup until your phone buzzed, looking at the contact, it displayed “niki.” you gasp and quickly cleared your throat before answering,

“hello?”

“hi.” he says, you could hear the smile in his tone.

“i’m.. outside your um.. your door.” niki cleared his throat, you smiled to yourself, “coming.” you respond and hung up,

you grabbed your phone and your keys, putting them in the pockets of your leather jacket before opening the door,

revealing to you was him, and gosh didn’t he look so handsome.

he had on his ripped baggy light blue jeans, and a grey hoodie, his face instantly lit up when he saw you, a small smile crept on his face, he put his hand out for you to take,

you giggled and took his hand, before closing your apartment door, you two made your way outside the apartment as he opened the door for you, letting you out first,

wasn’t he just cute.

as you two began to walk down the street, niki begin to think back at what he learned last night from studying with his english,

“ah.” he whispered, “you look very, you look really beautiful today.” he says so clearly, you were shocked but it was adorable.

“thank you niki. you look very handsome.” you smile back, as you squeezed his hand and he chuckled, his boxy smile grew as he looked away to hide the growing blush that spread across his face.

you two got to the park, and began to walk the pathway, his huge hand still holding yours, you smiled at the size difference.

“so.. i’m uh- i’m leaving back.. back to, korea tonight..” he starts up, making you turn to look up at him, “i wanted to give.. you this.” he said and stopped walking, bringing his hands up to the back of his neck, you tilt your head.

he suddenly removed his necklace, which was a chain with a bobby pin in the middle, “it’s so pretty! are you sure?” you tilt your head up at him, he just nod softly, a smile on his face as he looked down at you.

you chuckled and began to take off the necklace he recommended for you to buy the first time you met him at the jewelry shop.

his eyes widened, “i- um? are you.. are you sure?” he furrowed his eyebrows, you just nod, “i trust you.” you smiled, and once he heard the word trust, his heart fluttered as he blushed softly, he put your necklace on, you admired the way it rested over his hoodie.

“let me..” he whispered and grabbed his necklace from your hand, you turned around and moved your hair out the way, he put the necklace around your head, before attaching the chains together,

you turn back around, “pretty?” you giggled, he just stared the way the necklace rested on your collarbones, “pretty.” he mumbled softly and gave you a smile.

you blushed and looked down, you held his hand again as you two continued to walk, admiring the scenery,

not much was said but, you two enjoyed each others company.

his eyes stopped as he noticed sprinkles in the large green field of the park, he smirked and looked over at you,

“you better not..” you raise an eyebrow, he chuckled and pulled your arm, running towards the sprinklers

“niki!” you shout out as you ran with him, both of you were a giggly mess, as you ran through the sprinklers with him, his laugh was the cutest thing you ever heard,

you tried to run away but since he was 10x stronger and larger than you, he grabbed your waist and pulled you back, you gave in and giggled, as he was smiling, he turned you around as the water was sprinkling on you both,

he cupped your face, looking down at you as you both calmed down from the laughter you two were sharing,

he cleared his throat as he examined your face, and you did the same, admiring the moles on his face, his lips, his eyes. he was truly so handsome to you,

as you admired him, niki admired you, he was so mesmerized with the way your facial features complimented each other, his heart ached as he remembered he had to leave tonight,

knowing this might be his last time seeing you for.. quite some time, he sighed.

“don’t wanna go.” he mumbled, you smiled up as him and melt into the palm of his hand, “but you have too! you’re out there, doing all those cool idol things, i’ll support from afar.” you nod, he semi understood what you said and chuckled.

“promise?” he tilt his head, “mhm, promise.” you nod, he smiled and pulled you away from the water.

before he could open his mouth to say anything, his phone rang, he groaned and rolled his eyes, taking it out his pocket, “s-sorry can i?” he sighed, “no no of course!” you nod,

he smiled at you before answering, “eh?” he says into the phone, you watched his facial expressions, he sucked in his lips and shook his head, he suddenly switched to korean, so you couldn’t understand what was said now..

“do i really have to come hyung? im out with.. a really pretty girl. i haven’t even asked her out fully yet.” niki sighed, before giving up, “okay. i’ll be back at the hotel soon.” he says before hanging up,

you looked at him with a confused expression since you didn’t understand what he was saying, he frowned and looked down, “i.. have to go.” he says quietly, your eyes dropped,

not wanting to leave just yet..

“oh.. that’s okay! i understand, you’re busy.” you smiled and tried to reassure him, he sighed and grabbed your hand, “i’m sorry.” he shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows, as he looked down at the ground.

he felt horrible for ending the hangout this way.

“hey,” you cup his cheek, he looks up at you, his eyes softening,

“it’s okay. don’t be so hard on yourself.” you smiled softly,

now one thing about niki, he was always so hard on himself, always pushing himself to his limit, overworking himself, so whenever he couldn’t accomplish something or do something he wanted,

he’d beat himself up for it.

he wasn’t that used to gentle love, especially after he moved away from his family, he was always so rough on himself and all he needed was to be taken care of.

“thank you.” he smiled softly, “i promise ill.. ill be back, uh- someday.” he nods, your eyes softened.

“okay. i’ll wait for you.” you nod, niki hesitated for a moment before cupping your face and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead, you were taken back but you let him,

you melt into the kiss before he pulled away, he ruffled up your hair and chuckled before walking away, his tall figure getting further and further away from the park.

you sighed softly, you played with the necklace he gave you, knowing you can just text and call him for the time duration of him being away from the US,

as niki walked away, he sighed and put his hands in his pockets, thinking about you constantly, he was upset with himself for not making sure he was free before planning to hangout with you,

but he decided to trust your words and not be so harsh on himself.

as he waited for the light to turn red to cross,

he picked up the necklace that was resting on his hoodie, fiddling with it,

“same color as her eyes.” he mumbled to himself before smiling and continuing to walk back to the hotel.

he will see you soon, and he’ll make sure to keep your necklace safe and sound until then.

a/n: hi guys so i was so confused for this part but i hope it’s good 😥 im sure ill continue this but i might start working on other things for a while until i continue this, so i hope you enjoyed these three parts my loves <3

(also i didn’t proof read so if there’s any errors or typos SORRY!!)

tl: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @itzningning

[vbecker10]

Loads of Fun

What Prank? (Bucky x female reader Y/N)

Laundry Day (Loki x female reader Y/N)

How Could This Not Fit?! (Loki x fem reader Y/N)

Pairing: Bucky x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to admit that he hasn't quite gotten used to all the new technology since he was freed from the Winter Soldier and his latest issue is with the dryer. Y/N catches him mid-struggle with the machine and comes to his rescue.

Warnings: some light swearing, feeling a tad useless and old, Bucky struggling hard with the laundry, Y/N being super awkward

A/N: So in Laundry Day (linked above) I wrote an off hand little comment about how much laundry Bucky needed to do and @alexakeyloveloki comment inspired me to write a short fic about it so... enjoy 💚

This is not the same Y/N from Laundry Day & How Could This Not Fit?!, this is a different one. Apparently a bunch of women in the Tower have the same name as you (haha sorry that's dumb but I wanted them both to be Y/N fics so here we are)

"Oh.... I messed up," you close your book and get up from the couch quickly as you suddenly realize it's almost midnight. You had meant to only read one more chapter but you had gotten lost in your book as always.

You grab your detergent from the closet, drag your overflowing laundry hamper to the door and slide on a pair of flip flops. "Every freaking time," you mumble to yourself as you open the door. Once again, you put off doing laundry until you completely ran out of clothes.

The elevator doors open and you step out into the basement. "At least no one should be down here," you think out loud thankfully.

You had tried to do your laundry this morning but you gave up on that idea as soon as you opened the door. Loki's girlfriend was sitting on top of one of the dryers with her legs around his waist. You put your hand on the door and shake the images of the two of them away, you don't need that to be stuck in your brain.

"Damnit," you whisper as you freeze completely, the door halfway open. Bucky has his back to you as he stares at the dryer, unaware of your presence. You had developed a crush on the super soldier and decided the best way to handle it was to avoid him at all cost like any other mature adult. You were terrified that you might say or do something embarrassing so you thought your best option was to never be alone with him.

You sigh, knowing you're out of underwear and options so you open the door the rest of the way. Before you can say anything to him, the dryer Bucky is focused on begins to beep loudly.

"I don't know what you want from me," he says to it, his voice full of frustration.

He opens the door and the sound stops, you are both completely still but as soon as he closes the door it begins again. He pushes the button on the panel to start the dryer but the beeping continues.

"Why are you so complicated?" he asks the machine, clearly unaware that he is no longer alone. He pushes another button that does nothing to quiet the sound then he groans loudly, nearly ripping the door off the hinges with his metal arm.

"Do you need help?" you ask quietly from behind him.

He closes the door quickly as he turns around to face you. You can see the frustration in his expression turn to embarrassment when he realizes you were watching him. As he opens his mouth to answer you, the dryer starts to beep again.

He pulls the door open and turns towards you again. With a look of utter defeat he says, "I think it hates me."

You cover your mouth to keep from giggling at the fact that a super soldier is losing a battle with an appliance. There is no need for you to add insult to injury, you think, but he does look like he is in desperate need of a hug.

You walk over to him and drag your hamper in front of an empty machine. "I'm sure it doesn't hate you," you reassure him with a smile and he shrugs, clearly not believing you.

"Can I take a look?" you ask pointing at the dryer and he nods, moving away from it as if it might explode at any second.

"You can try but I'm telling you, this one is evil," he laughs nervously.

"I think I can handle it," you try to sound sure of yourself. "Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way," you suddenly decide to introduce yourself as you close the door.

"I know," he answers and you turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, the beeping continuing. "You work for the IT department," he says and you feel yourself blushing. "I've seen you around the Tower a few times."

"Yep, that's me," you respond, trying not to sound as if your internally screaming. He remembers my name? When did we even talk? I definitely would remember if we talked. Focus, focus, you yell at yourself, you've been staring at him for too long.

"Well, they don't train us to handle haunted appliances but I think I can handle this one," you say then immediately cringe. Why do I talk? You think, this is why I avoid him.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Bucky laughing. You turn towards your new favorite sound and he smiles at you as he leans on a nearby washer.

Ok, you think to yourself, time to show off and fix this stupid thing. You check to see what settings he's used but they all look right. Well, there's that, you think a bit annoyed but you're determined to figure it out. Suddenly you get an idea.

"Sometimes these things get weird when they are unbalanced or too full," you explain as you open the door and bend down. You reach in to level things out. A second too late you realize your holding a pair of his damp boxers and throw them back inside.

"Yep, these look fine," you close the door quickly and stand up, hoping he didn't notice but you can tell he saw you pick them up. "No. I mean... not that the boxers look fine, just like the load is fine. I- I'm just gonna..." you say, as you turn to face the dryer again. "I'm gonna die," you whisper as you rub your face with your hands. Good job dummy, you managed to make this even more awkward.

"Damn dryer is going to beat both of us," he says after a moment of continuous beeping and you can't help but agree with him.

"I think you might be right-" you pause, your eyebrows scrunching as a blinking red light catches your attention. "Has this been blinking the whole time?"

"I think so," he guesses. "Is that important?"

You sigh and nod, "It means I'm an idiot."

He tilts his head, his arms folded across his chest as he watches you open the dryer door again. You pull open the small door at the bottom and groan. He walks closer to see what you are doing but you don't notice until he leans over your shoulder.

"What is that?" he asks and you jump at how close his voice is to your ear. "Sorry," he laughs. "Thought you knew I was in here."

"Yea I just thought you were over there," you wave you hand towards where he had been and almost hit him in the face with the back of your hand. He dodges it easily and laughs lightly as you cover your mouth. "I'm so sorry," you mumble from under your hand.

"Its fine, you missed," he says with a grin. "So what's wrong with it?"

You pull out the lint trap and show him, "This thing is full so it won't run until we empty it." His expression tells you he has no idea what it is so you explain how a lint trap works and that if you don't clean them out you could potentially start a fire.

"Oh," he responds. "Wouldn't it be helpful if the stupid thing said that's what was wrong with it instead of just beeping?"

"It did," you groan then point to the light that is no longer blinking. "That's what the little light was for."

You wait for him to be stunned by your stupidity. You work for the IT department at Stark Industries, the most technologically advanced company in the world and you barely fixed a not broken dryer. You turn it on for him then turn your attention to finally loading your clothes into the washer.

Instead of responding the way you think he will, he sighs and takes a seat. "I don't understand any of this new technology," he admits.

You turn over your shoulder to look at him and see that he seems defeated again. "Don't worry," you try to make him feel better. "Stark likes new toys. He gets all the fanciest tech, no one knows how to use this stuff."

"I don't know how to do anything," he rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward. You turn on the washers and walk towards him. "Nothing is simple anymore."

"What do you mean?" you ask as you sit in the empty chair next to him.

"Everything is a computer now and the whole building talks. The fridge has more technology in it than the last car I drove, the toaster is voice activated, hell even the sinks are motion sensors," he says, his eyes focused on his hands as he talks.

You cover your mouth quickly to hide your laugh but it slips out. He looks at you and you lower you hand to ask, "I'm sorry but... who told you the toaster was voice activated?"

"Sam," he says then his eyes widen, "It's not is it?"

"No," you shake your head and can't hold back your laughter.

He groans, lowering his head again, "I'm gonna kill him."

"You didn't really believe him did you?" you ask in disbelief.

"I spent five minutes yelling 'toast' at it this morning before he said it was probably updating," he admits, covering his face with his metal hand.

You smile and imagine him getting more and more annoyed at the poor little appliance.

He sits up, resting the back on his head on the wall behind you. "I just don't know why everything is so complicated," he says and you suddenly feel guilty for laughing.

"I'm sorry," you tell him, looking down at your feet. "Have you tried talking to Steve about getting you up to speed on some things?"

"I don't want to keep bothering him every time I can't turn on a light or get ice out of the fridge," he says. "Steve adjusted fine so I just have to keep trying to figure all of this out."

"Who told you Steve adjusted well?" you ask before you can stop yourself.

He looks at you but doesn't answer so you continue talking. "I was part of the team that helped wake him up. Trust me, he freaked out plenty of times and he was confused by pretty much everything in the beginning."

He shakes his head, "I didn't know that, it's one of the only things we've never really talked about."

"I'm sorry we didn't have a team prepped for you when you joined. I guess we just sort of figured you had been awake a lot more than Steve," you say. "As the uh... other guy," you add awkwardly, trying to avoid calling him the Winter Soldier.

"Technically I was but..." his voice trails off and his flesh hand covers his metal hand as he looks down.

"The other guy didn't do much cooking or laundry, did he?" you ask, finishing his thought.

"No," he answers.

After a short silence you say, "If you want, I can help get you up to speed. A lot of the tech around here is actually pretty easy to use, if you know what your doing."

"You don't have to waste your time," he shrugs. "I'll figure it all out."

"Helping you wouldn't be a waste of time," you tell him with a smile. "Besides, I have a lot of free time. I pretty much do nothing but read when I'm not working so I'm always around if you need me," you add and groan internally. Try to make it sound like you don't have a life at all, good job, you think.

He smiles and makes eye contact with you, "That would be really helpful, thanks."

You get lost in how his smile lights up his face but the long beep of the dryer finishing thankfully means you don't stare at him until it gets awkward. He gets up to empty the machine and you grab your book from the top of the washer before sitting back down. As you open the book he sits next to you again.

"Oh," you close the book and look up. "Sorry, I thought- you don't have to stay down here. I've got a while left until it'll be done."

He looks at the time left on the washer and says, "I just thought we could talk for a bit but... if you would rather read, I can leave you to it."

"I can read this later," you smile. You mean to gently toss the book on the table used to fold laundry but you over shoot and it hits the floor, sliding away from you. You cover your face with your hands and get up.

"I've got it," he laughs. He places the book on the table and sits next to you.

"I'm not usually a disaster," you tell him and he chuckles. "Actually, I kind of am. That's why I'm way better off with books and the tech stuff then with people," you admit. "I always do something stupid or say something weird," you feel yourself shrink back in your chair.

"I think it makes you interesting," he replies with a smile. "I'm never quite sure what you're going to say or do."

You laugh nervously, "Me neither." A second later your brain turns on, wait did he say I was interesting?

"There is actually one thing you could help me with now, if that's ok?" he asks, keeping you from focusing too much on what he had just said. He takes out his phone, "I think there's something wrong with it."

He hands it to you and you almost drop it when your fingers touch, "Ha, I've got it. Sorry." You open the settings and start looking for usual problems but things seem fine. You look up at him, "What's wrong with it?"

He smirks and says, "It doesn't have your number."

"Wow," you can't help but laugh. "That was really smooth."

He laughs and says, "I'm a bit out of practice but I thought that was good."

"It was," you blush and add your number before handing him back his phone.

He looks at it then back at you and says, "Okay, but seriously, how do I text you cause I'm not sure how exactly to do that."

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[luffyvace]

I need.....I NEED MORE SAIKI K X READER SHEWAS SCSKSB

I have been feed well by your small serie of saiki kusos x write reader 🤤

But may I request as saiki kusos w f!s/o who suddenly have makoto as a stalker?

(sorry if you don't understand this my first time requesting 😭😭)

AHHH IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE SERIES!!

that’s actually a great idea!! I’m super pumped to do this request! :)

Don’t worry I know just what ya mean!

⚠️stalking warning,⚠️ before I start, if I may 😵‍💫

💛

Saiki will know right away when he starts stalking you-

And ngl this is the perfect chance to get rid of him 😈🙏

just kidding! But seriously, he let go of all the times makoto’s annoyed him in the past, but now that’s he’s an issue with you? His girlfriend? The one girl he can actually tolerate, scratch that, loves??

yeah no buddy this one’s not gonna slide

unfortunately he cant punch him bc 1) Saiki’s too strong and 2) that’d draw a lot of attention to himself since Makoto is a celebrity

but what he can do?? Well, Plan A) pinch his cheeks till they hurt and threaten him, Upgraded Plan A) disguise himself then pinch his cheeks, Plan B) keep scaring the crap out of him every time he tries to follow you, Plan C) calmly talk it out with him that you two are an item, Plan D) tell Teruhashi and use her love for Saiki to his advantage, getting her to tell her parents and stop her brother, Plan E) Publicly expose that freak or Plan F) tell you you have a stalker if you haven’t noticed, and if you have, go to the police

wow! what well thought out plans! :) most of them won’t work

heres why!

upgraded plan A is better than just plan A but it will ultimately still draw attention

plan c is unlikely to work seeing as though how creepy that guy is, plus he doesn’t like Saiki

As of plan d Teruhashi can hardly stop him from being a creep to HER (😭⁉️) and i don’t know how well the parents will care, especially if he’s making them money..😟

plan e….seems like it would be successful..buuut i feel he would just use his celebrity status to will the evidence away, like speaking out about how he would “never” do that and doing charity 🙄 plus the fan girls probably won’t believe some rando who uploads that on the internet over they’re fav 😒

ngl plan F is really reasonable and has one of the highest chance of working, but yet again, the celebrity card will strike and he could pay off the police so they don’t do crap abt it 🤦‍♀️😑

therefore! Plan B it is! Seems the most likely to work + Saiki can get his revenge in a practically harmless way! :3

Thanks to his powers (for once 😭) no one is likely to believe even the Makoto when he says a flying guy dropped a pile of dog crap on him 😏🤷‍♀️

and even if they did when he tries to explain the full story he’ll have to keep lying to keep the lie of him not stalking you alive 👎

but he still will tell you if your unaware tho!

he’s likely gonna be hesitant if he knows you’ll freak about abt it but you deserve to know. And ofc he can always keep you safe (thanks magic powers, for being useful for once!) but he also would want your parents to know so if Makoto tries something they can have a lead.

so yes ultimately he tells you, likely at his house, in his room, and he tries to break it to you as gently as possible but…there’s no easy way to take that kind of info 😬😟

if you get scared or cry he’ll tell you his plan to make him leave you alone, and he tells you to tell your parents too. Essentially trying to console you

if you choose to trust him and react a bit calmer, maybe still worried, he’d ask if you still wanna go out in public knowing this, and if yes he’ll accompany whenever and wherever he can, especially since Makoto won’t wanna come up to you while he’s there, thinking Saiki’s your boyfriend

he is

Also If Makoto does anything perverted as far as taking sus pictures of you or imagining weird things with those photos he’ll rip them up and make the paper and random things fly around in his room, every time

He probably breaks his phones/cameras too, even if he buys knew ones, as punishment

onto the final battle!

let’s say your walking home from school and Makoto is following you, your boyfriend is close behind you both, monitoring the situation for a good chance to strike. First, you cross the railroad to get home, but Makoto has to fall back so you don’t see him, but when it’s his turn to go? Oh no! The trains coming! Where’d that even come from? there was no train?! CRAP!- huh? Wait..the trains gone..thank goodness?! 😭

oh wait! He needs to catch up to you! Well at least he knows where you live and what route you take through research! He needs to catch up! HOLY CRAP! What’s a mob doing here?! Did a fan see him?? How’d they find him..no way, don’t tell me they’re gonna find out what he’s doing..NO DONT COME ANY CLOSer…? They’re running past him? Well I guess he is in disguise..wait, they were running to this arch nemesis and top competition?! 😠 seriously?! That guy over him??

he proceeds to head over there to show the ladies who they should really be drooling over 😏 WAIT- HE CANT REVEAL HIMSELF RIGHT NOW?!- what?…where’d his wig go? THE WIND BLEW IT OFF?! HOLY- HE’S ABOUT TO GET FOUND OUT🫨 RUN 😭 🏃

aw man he’s outta breath, what are the odds the wind would blow his wig off near a mob of fans?! Now he’s gotta be extra careful following you! And it’s already late! Actually..it’s pretty darn dark….dang it! You’re probably in your house by now! Oh well…maybe you still have your window open and he can get some pictures that way! 👍

uh..is he starting to hear a second pair of footsteps..? But..no one’s around..why’s it getting louder..?! UH, it’s getting more aggressive now 😥….okay that’s it! he’s running..!

dang it! It’s chasing him! No way he can lead this creep to your house! (Ironic huh) he’s gotta take a wrong turn!

man! What time is it?! Midnight?! Has he really been running that long??? Why’s this freak still chasing him? And who is it?!?

alright! He’ll take a turn into that alley and lose ‘em! Then he’ll make a ‘U’ back to your house! Although there’s no way to be sure if your still up or not :/

hey! The footsteps are gone! Maybe think he lost him! Alright! He’ll take another turn and go back to your place!

🏃🏃

right as he turns the corner?

Saiki:👹

Jump scare!

he immediately calls his manager while running away, thinking he’s either a mass muderer, a demon or a stalker! 😱

and the best part is? Nobody will believe him 😊

ngl Saiki probably won’t let this slide even a couple days after he finds out Makoto’s stalking you, he’s quick to act and stop him bc no.

Super Saiki to your rescue! 🦸🤩😎

Ngl you’re beautiful so I see what Makoto sees in you but…..dude. Don’t stalk your crush.

🌸💐🌺

hope you enjoyed your hcs! -Brook

[weministertomonsters]

Incubus

"Please? Please, please! I'm fucking starving," your incubus whines.

"Crybaby. I told you this was going to be a problem," you sigh, gripping the steering wheel of your rented car.

You had stopped at a gas station ten minutes ago and gotten yourself some food. With your belly full, you're prepared for the next three hours of your roadtrip. Not your incubus though, he's acting like he hasn't had anything in days.

Which might be true. It's been a confusing couple of weeks.

"What was I supposed to do? This is a six-hour road trip," he sighs. "And you said you'd let me."

"Dude, I was drunk and horny," you laugh sheepishly.

He petulantly jams his foot against the glove compartment and tugs his shoe off. The unnatural purple veins in his skin are starting to make an appearance as his glamour wavers.

"Ah, get your demon foot down! What if someone sees it?"

"When was the last time we passed another car on this god-forsaken road?" He pouts. "Besides, my glamour is slipping. I don't have enough energy to keep it up."

"Why don't you sleep the rest of the way? We'll be there soon enough," you reason.

"Fine," he grumbles, tipping his seat back so he can recline comfortably.

Despite all his huffing and whining, he ends up falling asleep. He has one hand draped over his face, sheilding his eyes from the sun. His glamour is in the halfway stage, revealing pointed ears and a body that's now a little too large for the car seat. He twitches in his sleep and moans.

"God no," you mumble in mock horror and stifle a giggle.

The sounds he makes in his sleep are worthy of a porn audio and you feel like you shouldn't be listening. Still, that kind of thing doesn't bother you as much as it did weeks go. You've come a long way. The ride is manageable for a while, until his wings suddenly unfurl like a rebellious umbrella and thwack you in the face. You're forced to pull over.

"Wake up, idiot. You almost made me crash the car." You grab his shoulder and jangle it.

He wakes up with an inhuman growl and grabs you. There isn't much space for either of you to move, so all he ends up doing is pulling you into his lap. Tears spring into your eyes when you hit your elbow on the car door.

"You did that on purpose!" You moan, rubbing the tender spot.

"You can't just touch me when I'm sleeping," he says in exasperation, peering at you with blackened eyes.

He's right. This isn't the first time you've tried to wake him up and he ended up freaking out. It's obvious something happened to him in the past to make him act that way, but he wouldn't let you pry.

"Sorry, I forgot," you admit. "You were moaning in your sleep."

"Was I?" His eyes twinkle. "Look at you, getting all flustered. Hey, don't look away."

To change the subject you say,

"Your glamour is gone."

"It appears so." He flares his wings out as wide as he can, wincing. "I miss flying."

"Soon you'll be able to fly again," you promise, your heart going out to him.

Even though summoning him was an accident, you could have done so much more to make the experience a little less weird for him. You treated him like a literal demon thanks to your religious upbringing. Only when you realized that holy water and crosses and exorcisms were no good did you start to treat him with a modicum of respect. And he endured all of it for you. You've gotten better with your hellish companion since then.

Someone takes the initiative to kiss, but you're not sure whether it was him or you. All you know is that the wall you've built has come crashing down, and all the secret desires you hid away come clamoring forward, demanding attention.

You can't get out of your clothes fast enough, growling in annoyance when you hit your elbow again. You should have rented a bigger car.

"Hold on," he says, ripping his face away.

His lips are swollen and bruised from the heavy makeout session and his pupils are ridiculously dilated, but he still looks aware and a little worried.

"An hour ago you were denying me. Why now..."

"Don't ruin the mood," you tell him, wiggling into the backseat. "I just realized all my little rules are pretty stupid, that's all."

He twists around to look at you in the back.

"You won't regret it later?"

"I will if you made me take all my clothes off only to say you don't want to do it anymore," you say, leaning back and opening your legs. "Come here."

His eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. The last of his glamour sheds, and you stare at his ebony-colored horns in admiration. Just a few weeks ago the mere sight of them had you stammering the Lord's Prayer and dousing him with anointing oil in an effort to make him go away. Now you grab one of his horns and drag him closer. The small car means you are both in pretty uncomfortable positions, but you'll complain about your back later.

His licks a blazing trail down your stomach, the purr in his voice muffled as he presses his lips to your body, tracing the red lines where your too-tight jeans aggravated your skin.

"I love this."

"My muffin top?" You snicker.

"All of it. All of you. Goddess," he says reverently before he dips between your legs.

His long, slippery tongue is talented. As he stokes your pleasure higher and hotter, he drinks from the blaze of it. Once he has enough energy to use his glamour again, he glamours his claws away and slides two fingers into you, looking up at you with gleaming, burning eyes.

The way his wings arch makes you think of an eagle protecting its dinner. You dare to touch them, stroking the struts of bone and the delicate membrane stretched between them.

"You're so beautiful," you admit. "And I'm not just saying that because you're so good at this."

He looks amused with the compliment. Maybe he's remembering the time you called him a "vulgar hellion of hell" in a fit of religious indignation.

You jump at the sudden zing of pleasure when he nips your inner thigh.

"Focus on me," he demands. "Let your mind go blank for just a little while."

You nod frantically, clutching the sturdy leather of the car seat. Your hips follow the thrusting motion of his fingers, desperate for more. He gives you what you want. You come when he adds a third finger, the stretch, and the pleasure and the stimulation of your clit throwing you recklessly off a cliff. It feels like he takes some of your energy, crafts it into a gem of pure gold, and passes it back to you in a hard kiss. It's like you've died and gone to heaven.

It's only when he taps your stomach that you remember you have to breathe. You suck in great gasps of air, squinting at him. He wears your cum on his face, his lips glistening as they part into a pretty smile.

"What was that?" You finally ask.

"The best orgasm of your life," he grins. "Please tell me I've ruined you for other people."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you scoff playfully as you tug your clothes back on.

You think he has though.

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Farmboy

I hate grocery shopping. Usually I make whatever dumb chick I'm seeing do that crap, but I'm between hoes right now. Hopefully the cashier is hot enough to flirt with.

Dragging the cart down the aisle, I almost run into a giant oaf studying a rows of cans. The guy is tall, fat, and severely sunburnt. I can tell he's got some impressive muscle beneath his chub; probably from all the labor he does on his farm. Wearing denim overalls and a straw hat, he's essentially a walking cliche.

"Hey move it, redneck," I snap.

"You have a problem with me, son?" he slowly turns and peers out from his dirty beard.

"Not you," I answer annoyedly, "Just your fat ass. Move it."

This guy has to be slow because he just doesn't seem to get it. Instead of getting out of my way, he takes lumbering steps towards me and grabs my cart with his meaty paws.

"Try again, son."

"Man, let me through already!" I roll my eyes, "Are you dumb or something? All I want to do is pass! Then you can get back to shoveling crap and humping cows, ok?"

The hulking farmer staggers towards me until his fat stomach almost bumps me over.

"You think I shovel crap and hump cows all day?" he quietly growls down at me.

"Sure. You probably sleep with the pigs too big guy," I add.

"That sounds more like something you would do, kid," he slowly retorts.

"Man, look at me," I cry, "Do I look like a filthy redneck?"

"Actually you do."

His response catches me off guard. I'd just wanted to get the shopping done, but now this guy is straight up lying to my face. No one could ever mistake me for a country bumpkin with my stylish hair and $300 sneakers.

"You look exactly like a farmboy," he continues to grumble, "Just take a look at your hands, kid. See how worn they are; how filthy they are. That's the sign of hard work right there."

I can't help but hold my hands out in front of me.

That can't be right! Just like he said, dirt and dust cover my palms all the way up my arms. They're somehow riddled with callouses even though I rarely used my hands for anything.

"What'd you-"

"And look at what you're wearing, kid," he keeps talking, "You've been tracking dirt all through the store with those boots."

"I have $300 sneakers..." I nervously glance down.

I almost scream when I don't see my favorite kicks. My shoes have somehow been replaced with big rubber boots. I don't even own a pair of these, and yet they cover my feet all the way up my shins. Like the farmer had said, they were caked with mud, and it looks like I had created a messy trail of footprints across the store.

"Stop," I beg quietly.

"Stop?" he laughs and each bellow echoes through the store, "I'm just getting started, kid. You haven't even looked in the mirror yet. You've got the same bib overalls I got on!"

I shudder and turn away, abandoning my cart to run through the store in my awkwardly huge boots. I need to find the nearest bathroom and fast. I can already feel my clothes changing and a pair of straps pulling at my shoulders.

Bursting into the restroom I stare at my reflection.

I'm wearing the same redneck outfit as that farmer freak! Before I start ripping the clothes off, the door slams open and the giant farmer lumbers in.

"Stop whatever it is you're doing to me!" I scream, "Give me my clothes back!"

"Why would I do that, kid," he asks, "You love this getup. You don't want those fancy city clothes anyway."

I cringe as the tall boots suddenly feel very comfortable on my feet. The straps of the overalls on my shoulders are all the sudden very comforting to me. God this thing stinks, but I feel a new kind of pride in that stench. It is after all my own smell. There's nothing wrong with reeking of hard work, right?

"That's it, kid," the big redneck pats my head with his dirty hand, "There's nothing you'd rather do than work on my farm, right?"

God, he's right. All that land, the animals, and solitude sound perfect. I would be happy to work on his farm.

"Alright farmboy, come with me."

I follow behind the giant as he marches out of the grocery store. I notice that the cashier is exceptionally cute when we pass, but a pretty girl like that has no interest in me. She cringes at my smell. Girl probably can't handle the smell of a real man.

Back at the farmer's ranch, he leads me to the barn, and shows me inside.

"You'll live in here with the animals, kid," he explains, "I'll teach you the routine of feeding all them, but I have other chores for you to do right now."

The farmer hands me a shovel and bucket. Both things are covered in mud and who knows what else, but I don't mind. I already can guess what my job is.

"Picking up crap and humping cows, huh," he chuckles, remembering words I said a lifetime ago, "Well you can get started by shovelling all the crap. We'll see about the cows later."

"Awesome," I smile, happy he's already trusting me with his animals.

I get right to work, shovelling up the piles of dung. I can't help but smile with joy. This work just makes me so happy. I should probably keep my mouth closed though if I don't want any flies buzzing in, but I just can't help myself. Boy, am I glad I ran into the guy.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Make Up Your Mind

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Scarlett out on a date

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this is very cute in the end

“Hey, boo. You there?”

You sent the text and waited to see if your best friend would take too long to answer. You didn’t have much time to wait for a reply since you were supposed to be heading to the editing room again in ten minutes, so you could only hope that your friend would see your text soon. Being across the globe from each other was proving to be harder and harder as the days went by because you missed talking to your friend in person. Two more weeks, though, and the movie you were working on would wrap and you finally be coming home.

The sound of your phone going off snapped you out of your thoughts and you wasted no time looking at it, quickly taking notice of the text your best friend sent you.

“Stop calling me like that. Sup?”

You sighed in relief and started typing your next message. “Can I call you?”

You didn’t get a reply, thinking that maybe your friend didn’t have time to talk with you, but suddenly your phone started to ring in your hand and you answered it when you saw your friend’s name on the screen.

“This better be an emergency. It’s so freaking early.”

“I will be fast, promise, Sam!” You said in a desperate attempt to keep your friend in the line.

You heard a sigh from the other side, although Sam didn’t sound upset when she spoke again. “Clock’s running. Go on.”

“Okay, so… I met someone,” deciding to just rip the bandaid off all at once, you started talking, leaving no room for your friend to interrupt you even if you heard a gasp coming from her. “And this will sound crazy but… I don’t know, it feels different. Like, I don’t know, like she can be very important to me somehow. Very important,” you repeated to make your point clear.

“Okay,” Sam sounded oddly placid. “Where did you meet her?”

You brought the pad of your thumb between your teeth, nibbling at it nervously. “On set.”

“Oh.” There was a beat of silence and then: “Holy cow! Who is she?! Is she, like, a super hot actress? Or does she work with the nerds like you do?”

Rolling your eyes at the light teasing, you were hit with the nice feeling of calmness that came from talking with someone who knew you so well. “Can you help me out with my breakdown before asking that many questions?”

“Yes! Yes, sure. Sorry. You were saying you met someone. Okay, have you talked with her already?”

You nodded, noticing only after that your friend couldn’t see you. “Yes.”

“Why don’t you ask her out?”

“She just got out of a relationship,” you told her and sighed. “It didn’t end badly, but it’s complicated. And we started talking a couple of times. We go to a coffee shop close to where the shootings are happening, and she seems okay, but I don’t want to ask her out and make her feel bad.”

“Well, there’s not many options here, bestie. You either ask her out and figure out her answer, or you’re going to live the rest of your life thinking about what would have happened,” Sam declared, sounding much more alert now.

“I know, I’m just scared.” You ran a hand through your hair when frustration started getting the best of you. “I don’t want her to get uncomfortable.”

“Hey, she won’t be uncomfortable if you do it nicely,” Sam advised. “Just ask her. If she says no, then you move on. If she says yes, then you start planning where to take her.”

“That is the right thing to do, I know.”

There was a pause in your conversation where neither of you knew what to say next, but it was broken by a light chuckle from Sam. “I don’t think I ever saw my friend being so scared of asking anyone out.”

You blushed, even if the conversation was happening on the phone, and scratched the back of your neck. “Well, maybe she’s important, you know?”

“Okay, what about this? You work on asking her out and I will be here whatever happens. If she says yes, I will help you search for restaurants to take her in the hidden place on Earth that the studio sent you guys to film. If she says no, you can come over as soon as you get back and I will let you eat an entire ice cream pot.”

Even if you still felt nervous, you couldn’t help but smile. “Deal.”

“Good!” Sam laughed. “Now, are you telling me who she is?”

“Maybe,” you teased her. “If it works out.”

“You’re a mean woman,” she grumbled and, this time, you were the one who laughed.

“I have to go. Thanks for listening to me.”

So maybe you were running away from that part of the conversation, but no one could blame you. How could you explain to your best friend that the person you had caught feelings for was the one and only Scarlett Johansson? That was something you kept thinking about while putting your phone away and walking back to your workstation.

Your friend knew you were working on some big movie - they did, after all, fly you from across the globe to start working on editing some parts of the movie before it was even done shooting, so it had to be something huge - but she would never be able to imagine that, somehow, you managed to form a friendship with the Hollywood actress. To be fair, you couldn’t quite grasp it yet either, and it had been going on for a few months now.

It started with quick conversations when the director of the movie took some of the actors to see some cuts you and the rest of the team did. She was always kind, though very focused on her job. She would greet everyone, offer you a smile and would go back to work immediately. After that happened two or three times, you ran into her in a hallway when you were out to fill up your coffee mug. You shyly offered her a smile as a way of greeting and was surprised when she remembered your name to wish you a nice day while she walked past you to go somewhere. You met two other times like that, and the visits with the director didn’t stop, and, before you even realized what was happening, both of you were sharing small talk while drinking coffee.

It didn’t take much for you two to start going to the café nearby and your conversations became more intense. You talked about your life, how you ended up working in editing, your family, your friends, and your plans for the future. And listened when Scarlett talked about her own life, albeit she never shared too many details. You couldn’t blame her because she didn’t want the risk of having anyone overhearing her.

However, those conversations - the laughs and the jokes you had together - made something inside you shift. You knew you were screwed when hearing Scarlett laugh made your heart beat faster, but you shoved it all down and tried not to let these feelings blossom. Didn’t work, of course, but at least she tried.

The thing is, it was easy to fall for Scarlett. So damn easy. It was a free fall from the start and now, two weeks away from coming back to your mundane life locked inside a room working on a computer while she would travel the world to keep shooting movies, you reached the point where you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You had to do something about it because what you told Sam was true. You felt like Scarlett was different. She was important already and you had the feeling she could change your life even more.

You just knew that. You didn’t know how to explain it, but you knew. You felt that deep inside you.

You just had to do something about it.

[...]

Your eyes were glued to the computer screen, working on a scene the director wanted to see that day, when you heard her phone going off beside your hand. You sighed, having already lost your focus, and glanced at it to see who was it. Your best friend’s name flashed on the screen and some of your frustration washed away. You grabbed your phone to read the text, enjoying the break to take a sip of your coffee as well.

“So… Do you have a hot date already?”

It has been five days since the conversation you had with your best friend. It was honestly surprising that Sam took so long to ask you about this, but you could picture her restraining herself from asking that same question every five minutes. It almost made you laugh.

“Didn’t talk to her yet. Work is crazy.”

“Well, don’t wait too long or it will be too late.”

You knew that. Better than anyone, actually, because the days were running way too fast now that it was getting closer and closer to saying goodbye to Scarlett. It wasn’t a lie that she didn’t find the time to talk with the actress yet, though. They were getting to the end of shooting, which meant that Scarlett was working extra hours, and you were quite busy making quick shots for the director to see. It has been some crazy days. You certainly miss having a few minutes or hours to spare talking with Scarlett over your coffee mugs.

“I’m working on it.” It was a promise more to yourself than to Sam, but you ignored it in order to go back to work.

You would do it, you weren’t chickening out.

It was a promise as well.

[...]

“If you don’t have any news on lady lover land, I’m going to be upset.”

You laughed out loud when you read Sam’s text, letting go of your cup of coffee to type back a reply. You were standing in the hallway, getting a refill from the machine that was placed there, even if the coffee there wasn’t good at all, but there was no one else around but you, so it was okay to stay there for a few more seconds just to send a text message. It was just the day after you told Sam you were working on things, but nothing had changed yet.

“Hope you’re up for disappointment.”

You were still smiling when the next text came. “Oh, come on, girl! Get it together and ask this mysterious woman out!”

“What got you smiling so wildly?”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard another voice right beside you. You did jump a bit, turning around and grasping your phone as if it was the only weapon you had to fight for your life, but, even if took you a second to understand it, it was just Scarlett and your life surely wasn’t in danger even if your instincts kicked for a moment there.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you said, placing a hand over your chest.

“Sorry.” Scarlett placed a hand on your shoulder and offered you an apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

However, you narrowed your eyes and her because you could see a glint behind her very, very, beautiful eyes. “You’re lying, but I’m going to let that one slide,” you huffed, earning a soft chuckle from the other woman. She retreated her hand and you remembered she had asked you a question before. “I was talking with Sam.” She knew who your best friend was, so you didn’t bother giving away more details.

“Oh, that’s great,” Scarlett smiled again and you felt your breath getting stuck in the back of your throat for a second. “You came here to grab more coffee to be able to finish your day?”

You were confused for a moment, but the realization hit you when you glanced down and noticed your mug was still on the machine. You quickly took it out when you saw Scarlett was also holding a mug, taking a step to the side to give her room. “Sorry, got distracted.”

“That’s okay,” she said and moved to put her mug down and press a button on the machine. “I wish I had a longer break. I would take you to the coffee shop to get real coffee.”

Smiling, you shrugged. “Well, to be fair, I don’t think I would have the time for it either.”

“That crazy, huh?”

You made a nonchalant sound as you raised the mug to take a sip of the coffee, but you saw Scarlett still smiling at you and your cheeks warmed up despite your best efforts to stop it. Scarlett’s mug was filled just a second later and it thankfully gave her something else to look at, so maybe she missed your blush. You watched in comfortable silence as Scarlett grabbed some sugar to put inside her mug and you knew you had no reason to be standing there still. You had your coffee and you could go back to work. But going back meant leaving Scarlett behind and you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. You probably wouldn’t see her again for the rest of the day and, as pathetic as it might sound, you wanted to enjoy that moment for a few more seconds.

You were so lost in thoughts that you almost missed the fact that Scarlett was talking to you again. “I watched that movie you told me about. You were right, it was very funny.”

“See?” You wiggled your brows. “I told you it was a good movie to watch.”

“Don’t be cocky about it.” Scarlett gently pushed you away with her elbow and you laughed loudly. She glanced at you pretending to be mad, but her lips were tugging upwards as if she was fighting a grin.

It was maybe the way she was looking at you or the way you realized you wished to see her smile more than anything. Whatever it was, it pushed you off the edge and made you start talking before your brain even registered what you were going to say. “Would you go out with me?” You felt your blood run cold in your veins as panic immediately washed over you, but you had already said that and you could enjoy the wave of courage that hit you suddenly. “In a date, I mean.”

Scarlett’s smile was gone so fast that you just knew it wasn’t a good sign. “Oh,” she breathed out, blinking in surprise and turning her head away. You noticed the way her hands were gripping her mug and how she avoided looking at you. Your heart sank like a rock. “Oh, I would love to, but…”

Unable to stop yourself, you asked: “But?”

Scarlett sighed deeply, sounding tired even, and finally tilted her head to the side to look at you again. Her eyes were sad and her smile was polite. “I don’t think it’s wise.”

Well, that sucked.

It sucked because not only did she turn you down, but because you weren’t surprised by it either. She was Scarlett Johansson. Of course she wouldn’t want to go out with you. It was ridiculous to even think about that. And, to be honest, you were expecting the rejection, so it didn’t take too long for you to recover from that to be able to say something else.

“Okay.” You offered her a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, but wasn’t a fake one either. She bit her lip, looking at you with some concern, so you straightened your back and made sure you sounded better when you spoke again: “Yeah, fine. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or if I ruined this.” You gesticulated with your hand between you two, trying to address the sort of friendship that you had formed, although you knew you had ruined it of course.

And you felt like shit for doing so.

Because Scarlett needed a friend. She had enough people around the world trying to get into her pants, making her feel like an object, trying to get her to be their trophy or something. Even if you weren’t doing that because of who she was, even if you really liked her, you shouldn’t have said anything. Now Scarlett was once again facing the fact that no one seemed to want to be friends with her, that they always wanted something else. Of course she wouldn’t want to keep this tentative friendship between you.

Even so, Scarlett was nothing if not polite. “You didn’t,” she reassured, but you wouldn’t call her out on her lie.

It was fine, really. You would tend your wounds, grab your broken ego, and eat ice cream straight from the pot. Sam promised you that. And you were sure she would buy your favorite if you managed to tell her you got rejected by Scarlett Johansson herself. You just needed to finish this job and get home first.

“Well, I better get going.” You pointed over your shoulder to the closed door you worked all day, and offered her a small smile. “Enjoy your coffee.”

You turned around and walked away before things could get too weird, wishing, one more time, that you hadn’t said anything.

[...]

Sam texted you again the next day. You didn’t muster the courage to tell her about what happened the day before but, after you saw your friend reaching out to you again, you couldn’t lie to her.

“So?”

“She said no.” Was your reply. Straight to the point because you still had work to do and, honestly, you didn’t want to keep talking about that. When the message was read and no reply came, you decided to add: “It’s fine.”

The three dots indicating that Sam was typing something appeared several times before she actually sent it, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes fondly. “Well, she’s an idiot apparently. I’m sorry. You will find someone better, promise!”

You put your phone away after that. It was still early, but you had so much work to do and a renewed desire to be over those last few days of filming as fast as possible. At the same time, you didn’t want to walk away from Scarlett just yet. You knew you ruined whatever you had before, but you already missed her and it hadn’t even been a day yet. You kept thinking you should have valued the friendship you had with her, at the same time you were happy you mastered the courage to address your feelings because now you knew and you could move on.

You weren’t exactly sure how you would move on from a person who made you feel things you never felt before in so little time, but you would have to find out soon.

It was hours later, after a quick lunch break and five cups of coffee, that a knock on the door grabbed your attention. Your colleagues were out talking with other people on the team, so you were alone inside the small room. Luckily, you didn’t have to get up to open the door because, after a pause, someone pushed it almost hesitantly.

And then Scarlett’s head appeared behind it and you felt your eyes going wide. You were not expecting to see her there. The director hadn’t said anything about showing up to see your work, and she was only there when he was, and you started freaking out for a moment thinking you forgot to do something until you noticed the way her eyes took on the empty room.

“Hey.”

Surprised, you didn’t reply right away, which earned you an arched eyebrow that made you jump into action. “Oh, hi! Hello! Sorry, I was… distracted.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to disturb your work,” she said.

You chuckled just because you didn’t know what else to do, and scratched the back of your head. “Are you going to grab some coffee?” You asked to try and wash away the awkwardness that fell in the room.

“No, I, uh,” Scarlett stumbled over her words, which was something so unusual that you quickly got up from your chair to get closer to her when worry started to grow inside you. You placed a gentle hand on her arm and nudged her inside the room so you could close the door behind her, thinking that maybe she would be more comfortable talking if she knew no one could hear. She seemed thankful for that. “I have to go back to set, I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “What is it?”

Scarlett looked up at you, biting her bottom lip and playing with her fingers, and you only got even more worried. She looked nervous, uncertain, and you hated to see her like that. “I, uh, changed my mind.”

“About what?” You asked

“If the offer is still up, I would like to take it.”

It took you several seconds to understand what she was trying to tell you and, when you did, you immediately felt your heart start to race, your palms became sweaty and you lost the ability to talk for several seconds.

“I-Yes! Yes! Of course, yes!” You didn’t even try to hide your happiness, which earned you a content grin from the woman standing in front of you. “Of course it’s still up! You just tell me when you’re free and I will pick you up!”

“Actually,” Scarlett said with a chuckle. “I was thinking that maybe you would like to have dinner tonight? I got us reservations already.”

“Oh my God! Yes! Absolutely! Holy-” You stopped yourself from cursing just in time and shook your head a couple of times. “I promise you I will get a grip on myself before dinner time.”

Scarlett just laughed though and turned around to open the door again. “I have to go back, but I will pick you up at eight, okay?” She asked, not having to get directions to the hotel you were staying in because you had already told her before.

“Okay, yes, sure!” You were moving from one foot to another, unable to stop yourself because of the rush of adrenaline going inside you, and you were almost alone inside the room again when you decided to stop her from going away. “Hey, do you mind telling me what changed? Yesterday you said no, I was just wondering.”

Scarlett stopped, her eyes glued on you and a fond smile turning her lips up, and she seemed to be considering her words before answering you. “I didn’t say no, I said it wasn’t wise,” she reminded you gently. “There’s a lot going on in my life and I was afraid things wouldn’t work out between us. I’m still afraid, actually.”

“Why did you change your mind then?”

“Because I think…” Scarlett licked her lips and glanced down for a second. When she looked up again, your breath caught in your throat. “Because I think this might be important and I don’t want to regret not living it just because I was afraid.”

You were at a loss of words after that. After a few seconds, Scarlett offered you another smile and finally walked away, leaving you alone one more time. There was a delay while you were still trying to process everything, but you finally snapped out of it and punched the air in celebration before grabbing your phone to text Sam.

“Holy crap, I have a date!”

[...]

Three years later, Sam was about to finish telling this story during her speech on your wedding day. Half of the room had tears in their eyes, the other half was laughing because of the way your best friend was telling this, but you only had eyes for your wife. Scarlett was sitting beside you wearing the most gorgeous wedding dress ever made, leaning against your side while she watched Sam telling everyone how she denied your request for a date. You had your chin resting on top of her head, carefully not to mess with her perfectly done hair, but the smile in your lips was permanent. That was, indeed, the happiest day of your life.

“Do you guys want to know the text I received after the said date?” Sam asked the room, always the good storyteller. After receiving a chorus of ‘yes’, Sam picked up her phone and read it. “I asked her how her date went, and she said: I think that was my last date. I was right. She’s important. I’m marrying her one day.”

While everyone in the room cooed and clapped, Scarlett turned around to peck your lips, placing a soft hand on your cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you,” she whispered after pulling away.

“I love you,” you repeated softly at her before leaning in for another kiss.

And, really, you would never stop kissing her.

[runa-falls]

scratches and bites - 1

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Warnings: Almost kidnapping, age-gap but completely legal, grumpy/asshole Miguel, injury, them claws and fangs, sexual tension, cockblock lol

a/n: yes, i’m back at it with some writing. sorry for being mia lol. this became a lot more dark-ish than I initially anticipated–my bad. I was also gonna do a smutty one-shot, but i needed some background so ._. my bad again. now imma hunker down on pt 2. hope you enjoy ?

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is a grumpy man and you make him grumpy. You regularly go against his orders, create chaos, and invite danger. So this is how you met (which may explain some things...)

w/c: 1.4k

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Miguel O’Hara is a grumpy man.

It’s almost like there are tiny weights holding down his brows to maintain his glare or ribbons pulling at the corner of his lips so he’s always frowning. Needless to say, being subject to an O’Hara scowl is not uncommon. Everyone in the spider-verse has had their turn. But you have seen it more than anyone. In fact, you might be the number one reason why he’s rarely seen in a relaxed state. 

You’re not even sure why you were recruited in the first place. When Miguel showed up, it was only a few days after you were bitten. You had literally just woken up from your Spider-coma to find what every spider-person experienced: sticky hands, superhuman strength, and a sixth sense. 

Endless thoughts ruffled your mind, overwhelming your already overly-sensitive body. Just as you were starting to fully freak out, a bright and distorted series of lights and noises invited a very tall man, dressed head-to-toe in a red and blue suit, to casually walk into your childhood bedroom.

You sat there shaking in disbelief as you watched the broad-shouldered man slowly reveal his face, easily taking off that terrifying mask before regarding your small figure on your bed. He almost looked inconvenienced or bored as he met your eyes.

This has to be a dream.

“Alright, come on.” Those were the first words he said to you. He gestures to the portal impatiently, waiting for you to come to your senses and follow his orders. When nothing happens he raises his brow. “Don’t have all day.” His tone is clipped like he’d rather be anywhere else. 

“What? ” It comes out hoarse and small, "No." If it weren’t for his sensitive hearing he probably wouldn’t have picked up on it over the noises the portal was making. Your fingers clench harshly against your blanket.

That marks the first time you saw his infamous scowl. He adjusts his stance, resting his hands on his hips like a disappointed parent. “No?" He chuckles humorlessly, "Well, you don’t really have a–” 

“Who the hell are you?” 

He shakes his head dismissively, “It doesn’t really mat–”

“Did you do this to me?” You lift a hand that has remnants of a Spanish flash card that you accidentally picked up when you leaned against your desk. You tried to peel it off but ended up ripping it into smaller pieces that were still stuck to your palm. His stare is patronizing as it lands on your flash card confettied hand.

“Is this new to you or somethi–”

“So you know about it?” You accuse, "You did--"

“Stop fucking interrupting me.” You flinch as he basically growls the words in irritation. As he steps closer to you, light pours over his figure, highlighting the intricate pattern of his suit that clings closely to his muscles. You cower slightly, noticing the menacing scars over his cheeks and the heat in his nearly red eyes.

His voice is low and dangerous as he addresses you, “You’re spider-girl, or spider-woman if you prefer, though by the looks of it,” His eyes glaze over your face and body, “you’re still just a kid.” He continues to inch closer as he speaks, unconcerned by the way the portal closes suddenly behind him or the way you start to shuffle away from him. “A radioactive spider bit you and gave you powers, lord knows why, and now you are to use them for good. End of story. Now,”  His hand darts out before you could react and grabs a hold of your arm, “you’re coming with me so we can save everything and fix all this shit that is fucking up the multiverse.” 

You attempt to yank your arm from his hold, but it only makes him grip you harsher. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t even know why this is happening! I j-just woke up, I swear!” He doesn’t spare you a look as he mutters lowly into his watch.

Another portal opens, exactly like the first one he came through, but placed a bit farther away.

Now you’re panicking. 

“Didn’t you hear a thing I said?” He pulls you from your bed, almost dragging you off the mattress. You try to claw at his hands, but his grip remains unaffected. If anything he’s just growing more frustrated.

“Ok, ok, ok. I’m spider-woman.” You continue to pull away from him, dragging your legs as a way to slow him down. “Please, I promise to use my powers for good! I will be a nice neighborhood spider-thing–Just please let me go! I didn’t do anything–”

“This isn’t a discussion.” He pulls you up and closer to him until he’s basically carrying you to the portal, one arm supporting your spine and another under your legs. You squirm relentlessly in his arms, trying to make it hard for him to get a good grip on you. “Stop…Fucking…Moving–” Sharp, fire-hot pain zips up your body as claws sink deeply into your skin. The side of your thigh and abdomen throb with unbearable heat as you’re shoved closer to his chest. 

“Ahhh–fuck!” Your eyes sting with tears as your body catches up to the burning sensation of his claws retracting back into his body. 

“Shit…” You look up as you hear his softened voice and see that he’s staring right back at you. The portal in front of the two of you continues to hum, but it quiets as your eyes met his. “Kid, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—You just, you gotta come with me. The fate of everyone and everything rests on our shoulders.” The pain on your side dulls as you silently listen to the growing desperation in his voice. Somehow you’re able to divert those sensations, you might even be healing already. “I know you’re new to all this superhero stuff, but trust me when I say that I need your help. We all do.”

You’re almost afraid to ask, “...We?” 

“There are countless spiders across the multiverse, all with interconnected lives.” You feel the large warmth of his hand gently stroke against your aching thigh like he’s trying to soothe the pain with light touches. “I’ve recruited a couple thousand, but we still need more. There's darkness rapidly spreading around the multiverse, displacing heroes and villains from their original dimensions and destroying whole universes.” The colors of the portal reflect off his red eyes as he stares right through it, mind somewhere else.

You let it sink in. The whole multiverse. Everything and everyone. And you.

Your arms slowly link around his neck so as not to startle him, and you pull yourself closer to him. You secretly enjoy feeling his firm chest against you, suddenly realizing how much larger he is compared to you, but when you twist the wrong way you are suddenly reminded of the small gashes on your side. Your quiet hiss shakes him out of his thoughts. Your lashes, sticky from the few tears you’ve shed, frame your eyes prettily as you stare up at him.

“Ok.” It comes out quieter than you wanted but he immediately reacted to it.

His brows raise in surprise, “Ok?” You nod. “Ok. O–Alright, that's um, great. I mean, thank you.” You nuzzle your head into the warmth of his chest when you see a corner of his mouth perk into a small smile. Why is he making you feel this way? How can your body react like this to someone about to literally kidnap them? “D-do you want something for these, uh, marks…” His voice is hushed and almost sounds sheepish as his fingers carefully smooth over the marks he left on your skin. A soft groan leaves your lips as he applies too much pressure against one of the puncture wounds.

“Yes please.” His fingers stop their movements and you can barely feel the way his body stiffens at your words. 

“Alright, honey.” The hand under your back drags upwards, tracing your spine until it rests against the back of your neck. Goosebumps litter down your body as the warmth of his palm meets your bare and ultra-sensitized skin. He lifts you closely until you can feel his breath against the skin of your throat. Your eyes flutter closed. “Brace yourself.” The rough timber of his voice is enough to make you unconsciously clench your thighs. Time slows as you feel the sharp edge of – are those fangs? 

You’re so focused on the gentle brush of his incisors that you barely notice the borderline possessive way he’s holding you. Like a wolf preparing himself for the meal of a lifetime. Just as he’s about to sink in and finally give you the relief that you’re practically begging for, an engine roars to life. 

An engine. In your bedroom. 

Well, there’ve been weirder things. 

Both of you separate slightly at the noise and watch as a motorcycle slowly rolls into the room. There sits a heavily pregnant spider-woman with a very unimpressed look on her face, eyes bouncing from you to the nameless man cradling your body.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

[rdiowx]

Kinktober day one

Kidnapping with Gideon graves.

Warnings!: Kidnapping obviously, reluctant to needy reader, reader is kind of a whore, Gideon is unstable (as if he wasnt a Little already..) and literally obsessed with you, restraints, use of derogatory names, hickeys and bite marks, nipple sucking, yea dubcon

Readers gender or parts aren’t mentioned like at all.

Opening your eyes you were met with a concrete wall, a basement wall. Trying to stretch, you were stopped by the rough rope rubbing against your wrists and ankles. Trying not to freak out, but utterly failing when a slight startled noise left your mouth as the metal door opened. Your eyes needed adjusting to the bright light that flooded into the dark space, finally focusing you were met with none other than Gideon graves. “I see you’re awake, how’d you sleep?” He smirked slightly, it was a bit off putting of course not as off putting as the fact you were tied to a chair in his basement.

“What are you doing?” You spoke up suddenly as he made his way towards you, he couldn’t help but notice the crack in your voice. You struggled against the rope but to no avail, he just laughed at your stupid attempt. “Don’t worry about getting out of thoes, you won’t need to, not for what i have planned.” He whispered into your ear, causing you to jump at the sensation of his breath against your face. You could see his smile from the corner of your eye, the light bouncing off his glasses obscured his from your view.

It didn’t take long for you to end up on your face, cheek smashed against the cold concrete before your hands were restrained once again. You made a noise of disagreement as you felt his cold hands on the exposed part of your hips, your shirt having slid up from the movement in position. “Hey don’t worry, im gonna take really good care of you.” He reassured leaning over your form from behind,his hips pressing against you. You couldn’t even deny how turned on you were, having to stop yourself from whining from the lack of touch as he moved back and took his hands away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whimpered from your place on the ground, you could feel him remove your restraints from the bottom of the chair just to redo them. He chuckled grabbing your cheeks to face him before teasing you “don’t act like i can’t tell how turned on you are honey, you’ve been squirming so much id think you’re starting to like this..” you ripped your face out of his hand, refusing eye contact with him, cause you knew he was right. “Don’t get all shy on me now, it’s okay that you like this..just didn’t take you for a slut i guess.” He teased, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Fuck you.” You spat, before getting your cheek smashed into the concrete floor again. “Honey im trying, but you can’t keep your slutty little mouth shut can you?” He spoke between clenched teeth, you tried to move away from him but he was too strong and you were still weak from having been knocked out. He used handcuffs instead of rope this thme so you couldn’t use your mouth to get the knot of the rope undone since your hands were in front of you once again. You didn’t have time to observe for much longer before you were flipped over on your back by Gideon’s hands on your hips. He sat up on his knees, he seemed to be admiring you. “I love the view but, i think it would be so much better if we got rid of thoes clothes don’t you think?”

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, scooting back only for Gideon to pull you back by your ankles. “Well, you can’t exactly do it yourself now can you?” He laughed at you as if you were the stupidest person alive. It didnt take him long to get rid of your shirt, your back now exposed against the cold concrete causing you to whimper at the feeling. You could tell Gideon wanted to say something. “If you have something to say spit it out.” You mumbled. Gideon laughed “i was gonna make fun of you for whimpering and i havent even touched you yet.” He said while making quick work of your pants, deciding to leave your underwear on for now.

“You’re such an asshole.” You complained, glaring at him from your spot on the ground. He grabbed your face pulling you up once again, squishing your cheeks together. “and you’re such a slut, arent you?” He growled pushing your head back. Before you knew it he was teasing your chest, catching you completely off guard causing you to let out a small whine. He smiled in response, playing with your nipples, you could tell he was set on making you squirm. Didn’t take him long to start trailing his hands down your sides, however you were starting to get impatient.

“God If You’re gonna fuck me just do it!” You moaned before he started teasing you through your underwear, making fun of how turned on you were to himself. “You know, for someone who didn’t want me to touch them you sure are impatient, or have i just gotten you that worked up?” He laughed and slipped his hand into your underwear causing you to groan. Considering your legs were still tied your pants just sat at your ankles, your underwear now joining them as Gideon got bored with teasing. You’re not sure when Gideons shirt came off let alone when he took his pants off but he was now almost in your situation, however what made him lucky in this is that he wasn’t tied up like you were.

“Don’t look so miserable i’ll make sure im inside of you soon.” He spoke, leaning between your thighs leaving bites on your chest. After a bit, Gideon looked as if he had the greatest idea in the world, you didnt have the chance to ask as he pulled you on his lap your legs behind him, your restraints and pants making it so you couldn’t get off if even you tried. “Jesus christ!” You exclaimed, a little relieved you couldn’t fall right now considering he decided to sit back up on the chair. Gideon wrapped his hands around your hips before moving them to grind against him pulling a groan out of him and a whine out of yourself. “You gonna make thoes slutty noises for me when im inside of you?” He whispered against your neck before leaving a mark there.

He moved his hips up to take his boxers off, his cock now against you making you squirm pulling a strangled noise out of him. You could tell he was getting impatient, especially as he shoved your hips down on his cock letting out a groan as you moaned rather loudly. You couldn’t help but start to move your hips as you grew impatient as well, hinting to Gideon that you wanted him to move. He simply groaned and grabbed your hips before moving them so his cock was sliding in and out of you. He pulled you into a kiss to swallow your noises before moving his face to your chest to suck marks into it, leaving teeth marks as he made his way down.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, im never gonna let you leave me.” He whispered it didn’t sound very stable, like he was gonna flip you over and start fucking your brains out, but it just added to the arousal you were feeling. “Im gonna make you love me, and i won’t even have to brain wash you.” His voice getting lower as he went on. You put your palm over his mouth before speaking, “you- talk too damn much.” Your voice cracking after your first word. Gideon only rolled his eyes a bit but you could feel his smirk from behind your hand. You could feel his mouth open as you clenched around him and he let out a muffled whine as you did so.

“God You’re so much hotter when you dont talk.” You teased, grinding against him. He groaned before taking your wrists and moving your hand away from his mouth. He slid off the chair and laid you on your back and started to fuck you himself, your hands going to push against where your hips met, feeling the pressure of him speeding up inside of you. “God..You’re gonna cum soon, i can tell.” He was right, you were but you could barley form a sentence anymore to tell him. Cursing as he played with your chest once more causing you to get closer to your release. It didn’t take but a few more. thrusts for you to let go around him, the tightening causing him to pull out and cum on your stomach and chest.

“Jesus fuck…” Gideon panted, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. “You are never, ever leaving me.”

[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems

Part 6

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: a lot of angst, tension between neteyam and reader, heartbroken neteyam, sexual tension, heartbroken reader, insecure neteyam, jealous reader, neteyam just won't leave reader's head, hurt/comfort (?), TRIGGER WARNING for some sensitive themes like reader showing signs of low self steem and not thinking she's worth it, friend group dynamic among reader, adeline and kate, kiri being sweet, reader misses neteyam and regrets dumping him, reader thinks she's protecting neteyam from hurt by staying away from him, spider makes an appearance, kiri being protective over neteyam's feelings, reader tells kiri she likes neteyam. Tell me if there's more, pls.

Here I come, finally updating this incredibly angsty fanfiction :') I hope y'all enjoy this. Writing this fic breaks my heart, guys… it feels raw, honestly. Maybe I'm just speaking like this bc I'm on my period + I'm listening to a sad Taylor Swift song but omg my heart aches rn

Not proofread. I'm sorry, babies, I'm dead rn. So freaking sleepy and finishing this at 5 am bc my mind just wouldn't let me sleep and kept forcing me to think about and write this chapter.

Part 5: The sand hurts my feelings

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It hits different 'cause it's you

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost

Rip the Band-Aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw

Freedom felt like summer then on the coast

Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

And I never don't cry at the bar

Yeah, my sadness is contagious

Hits Different (Taylor Swift)

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"Hey." Neteyam greeted you in a dry tone. He found it hard to look into your eyes so he just gazed rapidly into them and then kept his eyes on the ground.

His heart was broken, aching and his pride was shattered. Neteyam hated to see everybody around him looking at him with pity in their faces, knowing that he had been dumped by the girl he loved. He wondered if the boys - Lo'ak, Rotxo and Ao'nung - looked down on him now. Neteyam suddenly felt like he was not a good hypothetical mate. He had always thought he would make a good, reliable and loving mate to the girl he would one day choose to be his but you made him start doubting that after last night. He knew it was probably stupid but still he couldn't seem to get rid of those feelings.

You tried to hide your uneasiness but it was written all over your face.

"Hi." You answered Neteyam, your heart pounding in your chest, anxiety leaving your hands cold.

The pain you were causing Neteyam could be easily seen in the way his jaw clenched, in the way he weirdly looked insecure instead of confident as he always seemed to be. You wanted to say "I'm sorry", you wanted to say "Maybe I did the wrong thing when I refused to become your mate" but you had seen him with Munì. It was useless now, anyway.

Lo'ak looked at Neteyam, then back at you and then he would redo the whole thing all over again, like he was waiting for the both of you to exchange more words. Poor thing. He seemed even more tense than Neteyam and you.

"Rotxo, Ao'nung" Neteyam rapidly called, looking now at the Metkayina boys "Tonowari is waiting for us. Clan business." His voice was serious and seemed slightly annoyed, his face stern 

You wondered if Neteyam said "clan business" instead of giving more detail because you were sitting there too and he was mad at you. Well, you didn't blame him if that's how he felt. You deserved it. You could have been nicer to him this morning.

"Let's go!" Lo'ak spoke loudly, like he was trying to get out of that awkward situation as fast as he could

"Chill out, forest boy. We're going." Ao'nung teased and Rotxo laughed 

"I'm Metkayina now, fish lips. Stop calling me that." Lo'ak responded 

Frenemies indeed.

The boys left and your gaze was fixed on Neteyam's back as he walked away next to the other Metkayina. As you looked down at the beach floor, you wished that ache inside you would just vanish but life doesn't work that way.

When you looked up, you saw Tsireya's and Kiri's big feline eyes fixed on your face. It scared the crap out of you. They seemed even wider now.

"What?!" You sounded legitimately startled

"Neteyam told me and Lo'ak he was gonna ask you to be his mate at the party." Kiri stated

"And how the hell did every person in this tribe find out about that? Did he tell them too?" You didn't mean to sound rude but you really were overwhelmed by the situation

"It's just me, my brother and Rotxo. Only we know, other than Kiri and Lo'ak. My stupid brother overheard Kiri asking Neteyam how it had went, what answer you had given to Neteyam and he told Rotxo. I saw them laughing like idiots and asked what was so funny. That's when Ao'nung told me." Tsireya said, like she was sorry about the fact that so many people knew about yours and Neteyam's intimate business

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The day after that, you and the girls went back to Hell's Gate. You decided it was better to leave things the way they were. To let Neteyam have a nice, healthy and proper relationship with someone of his own kind. Like your father always used to say, na'vi and humans will never be equal. But he meant it in a derogatory way, with prejudice against the na'vi in his words while you meant something totally different. It was just natural that na'vi would marry other na'vi, not a human. The differences between both cultures did not just speak loud, they actually shouted like a mad person. You knew you could never get accustomed to being a na'vi male's mate. Not even if that male was Neteyam and just thinking about leaving him behind, thinking that you felt absolutely nothing for him, made you feel a burning, painful sensation in your heart. And of course Neteyam would be better off with an emotionally stable mate. Munì seemed perfect for him. 

You totally did not feel anger boiling inside your guts anytime you thought about her stupid smiles and giggles back when she was talking to him at the beach. She would make him happy and you were totally happy for them. The next step for you would be actually believing the words you just thought.

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One month and a few days had passed. You felt grateful that you had been able to dodge all the demands to go conduct scientific researches on the Metkayina tribe that you had received until now, asking to exchange positions with colleagues and staying in the lab, doing paperwork instead. You were doing everything in your power to avoid Neteyam. But you could never seem to be able to avoid the pain that washed over your body and the tears that wanted to come out - but never actually did because you were always strong enough to hold them back - whenever a sad love song started playing in your earbuds or in one of your friend's phones. It seemed like every fucking dumb love song reminded you of him.

After Kiri sent you a message almost begging you to go visit her, making you feel guilty and saying that she missed you a lot and now that she had her own marui, you just had to go to the reef and see it, you couldn't say "no". She was being too adorable and you missed her too. You asked Kiri if Kate and Adeline could come along and she excitedly agreed, so, the three of you used your next couple of days off to travel to the Metkayina beach again. It was a blessing that Neteyam had traveled to the Omatikaya tribe to see his grandmother Mo'at and was gonna be gone for a while, as Kiri had guaranteed you.

Kiri always had a very human side to her, just like Lo'ak. Neteyam didn't even seem like he was half human at times. He was extremely proud to be na'vi and wore his indigenous culture with honor all over himself. You could never see Neteyam asking to have his own place. He was too attached to his family - and you thought that was extremely cute. It wasn't traditional amongst the na'vi for an unmated young girl to leave her family's marui like that but Kiri was clever and she found a way to get what she wanted out of her parents.

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Adeline, Kate and you woke up as early as the Pandoran skies got clear and dragged your sleepy and tired asses to the Metkayina tribe. Being a scientist would never not leave a person overworked and exhausted. Like most mornings, you had drank way too much caffeine already for such an early hour in the day.

"Girl, how do you always look so beautiful? I could never." You pointed out as you watched Adeline make two thin braids to frame her round, delicate face and put her black curly hair in a voluminous bun on the top of her head, while the both of you were inside the science team's helicopter, heading to the Metkayina reef.

You had always found Adeline extremely pretty with her dark skin, voluptuous figure and feminine style. She always made sure to look cute.

"I don't know. I guess I'm God's favorite." She joked around and the both of you started to laugh

Adeline was also funny. She could put a smile in your face anytime, even when you were sad. You considered her a sister from another mother.

"You guys are stupid." Kate teased as she was laughing too and holding an energy drink filled with caffeine in her pale hand. She'd drink those often to help wake her up.

Kate's long, blonde, wavy hair fell gracefully over her chest. Her eyes were blue and she was tall and had an athletic but slim body. Damn, you only had breathtaking friends.

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Kate and Adeline had decided to take a nap after lunch in Kiri's marui and they asked if you would come too but you refused as you were far too restless to be able to sleep. That beach brought back too many memories…

So, now you found yourself sitting in the sand, watching the ocean waves break as they hit the shore with Kiri by your side. She had managed to make you say the truth about why you seemed so troubled.

"Yeah, (y/n), you fucked up big time." Kiri stated with that aura of wisdom beyond her years that only herself knew how to effortlessly exude.

You wanted to dig a hole in the sand under your feet and jump inside of it, hiding and never coming back up again. Of course you'd fuck it up with Neteyam. You had a cursed tendency to self sabotage. You did not know if being so freaking aware of it made you better or if it actually made you worse.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask nervously with furrowed eyebrows 

"(y/n)! It's not my feelings that you should be worried about! It's not my heart that you broke." Kiri scolded you as she looked at you with those big feline yellow eyes like she was actually horrified. You felt so bad for thinking it was kind of funny. "I know you don't wanna be Neteyam's mate but do you not care about him at all? Not even a little bit? He hasn't been the same ever since you dumped him and left. Poor thing can barely go train with dad. I think I saw him sniffing while hiding one of these days. Eywa knows that prideful teylu" (edible Pandoran bug) "would never cry in front of us."

"I swear I didn't mean to be cruel. I just did not know… how to react. It was sudden, you know? It's like, I don't know… a cultural shock? Humans don't go around asking people they just met to marry them. Or… become their mates." It would never feel normal to say "mates" to you

Apparently you had acted just like Kat Stratford in 10 Things I Hate About You, when she would cold heartedly refuse Patrick Verona over and over again. You used to always watch that vintage movie with Tracy. It was one of her favorites. 

"Don't act like it was the first time you two had met. Neteyam stared at you all the time when you came to our tribe. I swear to Eywa I've never seen him nervous to talk to a girl before but you have a power over my brother… it's fucking crazy to watch actually. He's like a needy, dumb dog drooling over you when he looks at you. It's even freaky." Kiri couldn't hold it back so she burst into laughter, hiding her mouth with her big but delicate hand

You were nervous as fuck but you started to laugh too. It seemed like the nervousness and guilt and tense vibe of the situation only made it worse, making everything even more funny and absurd.

"You know the worst part of it all?" You looked at her like a child who just broke their mom's most precious vase

"Great Mother, don't tell me there's more." Kiri said, incredulous

"I think I like Neteyam." You confessed like you were a good catholic girl confessing her sins to a priest

"You like him?!" She almost screamed

"You don't need to declare it out loud for the whole reef to hear!" You got slightly mad

"You teylu!" She smirked as she moved her head from side to side in disapproval "Why the hell did you dump him then?"

"I don't know, Kiri. Don't judge me, okay?" You put both your hands over your face, hiding it and moving your head from side to side yourself this time. 

At least you knew your attitude had been controversial and confusing to say the least. They say the first steps to recovery are realizing and admitting you're insane.

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It was now eclipse. You were inside Kiri's home with her and your human friends. Kate and Adeline were finishing unpacking their bags.

"Guys, I'm going out for some fresh air, okay?" You said, trying to find an excuse to get out of that marui filled with girls - human and na'vi.

"You've been acting weird lately." Adeline pointed out "Spending too much time alone."

Kiri discreetly looked at you with a look of concern in her face, as she was the only one of the girls who knew the reason behind your strange demeanor.

"I just need some air. I'll be back soon." You spoke as you walked towards the door of the marui

"Don't go in the ocean! It could be dangerous!" Kate yelled. She was the "mom friend" of the group.

"I know!" You laughed "I'm not stupid. I'm a scientist too. But thanks for your concern."

You walked through the beach for a while, trying to take a certain tall, handsome blue alien out of your mind when you saw Spider walking in the area too. He waved at you and you waved back.

You weren't as close to Spider as you were to Kiri and Lo'ak but you did love his company.

You sat on the sand with him, looking at the ocean, just like you had done with Kiri earlier and you two started to catch up and eventually the talk got deeper, more philosophical.

"Don't you feel crazy, Spider? Living among beings of another species? Don't you feel… left out?" Your eyes looked at him with genuine doubt in them

"I do, sometimes." He sighs "Especially because of how Mrs Sully acts towards me, at times" the both of you laughed quickly "But this place is my home. I was born in Pandora, I know nowhere else that I could call home. And also, I grew up around Lo'ak, Kiri, Neteyam and Tuk. They're family to me, even if not related by blood. It doesn't really matter in the end, family are the ones who are there for you. Not your bloodline." 

"Oh my God, I totally agree!" You rapidly say in a slight loud tone, chuckling, like you wanted to emphasize how much you shared the same opinion with him

"So..." You pondered if you should tell him or not "Neteyam talked to me last-"

"Yeah, I know. Ao'nung told me." Spider interrupted

"Of course he did..." You rolled your eyes and sighed. So everybody knew already...

Spider chuckled softly.

"Anyways, Neteyam calls me tawtute. I think it's funny that he calls me "human", but in na'vi"

"Yeah, that's him being affectionate towards you. He likes you. A lot." Spider pointed out

You stoped smiling and your heart started feeling painful.

"He probably hates me now, actually. I totally blew it off. I was really insensitive towards him." Shame and regret covered your face, as you were crestfallen

"Have you ever thought about apologizing?"

"Yeah, of course I have. Many times. I just…" You hesitated "I guess I can't face him now."

"Oh, c'mon. I know you can do it. Isn't it worse to be feeling guilty and sad and let Neteyam think you don't feel sorry for hurting him?"

"You have a point, Spider. God, I hate it when you're right." You laughed and slapped his arm softly, in a playful manner

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Adeline and Kate slept peacefully next to you, each one of them in a different mat - but the three mats had been placed next to the other. You, on the other hand, hadn't been able to sleep well in almost two months. Kiri told you and the girls she was gonna stay up and she now was, at the corner of the marui, making herself a new beaded necklace in the light of a tiny fire she had lit up.

As you laid quietly in your mat with your eyes closed but wide awake, you heard footsteps inside the marui. You could not believe it when you opened your eyes and you saw it was Neteyam. His tall, slender figure and head full of thin braids that danced in the air as he moved made you recognize him immediately, even in the dark of the eclipse.

Damn! Wasn't he supposed to be in the Omatikaya tribe right now? And what the hell was he even doing here instead of going to his parents' marui?

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Caitlyn Kiramman

Caitlyn came home from a long day of work, just wanting to see her girlfriend. She immediately noticed you on the couch, eating ice cream.

She took off her jacket and kicked off her shoes, walking to you and sitting beside you. She didn’t waste anytime leaning into you, kissing your cheek. “You’re home late” you muttered as you let the ice cream melt in your mouth.

She nodded, sitting back up normally and exhaling. “Still can’t figure out who this girl is, y’know?”

You just nodded in response, crossing your legs and setting the ice cream along with the spoon onto the coffee table. She turned her head to you, looking you up and down before speaking again. “Why are you so quiet today, hm?”

You shrugged, patting her knee before standing up. “I dont know, im gonna take a bath if you wanna come” you invited as you were already heading to the bathroom.

Caitlyn quickly got up and followed, taking off her shirt as she did.

Once you were both in the bath, caitlyn was sitting behind you, your back against her chest as you ranted about your day.

“He’s just so weird, you know?” You said in annoyance, Caitlyn just hummed in response. She lifted up your hair, putting it in a slightly messy bun and pressed a kiss to your temple.

You sighed, leaning your head back against her shoulder. “I’m not being a control freak, right? He should just get his work done” You started up again. “No you aren’t baby. You’re right, you always are” She replied.

She wrapped her arms around your waist, sighing. “I missed you, a lot” She mumbled, kissing your temple yet again.

You smiled, turning your head and kissing her collarbone. “I missed you too, baby”.

Her expression slightly changed and she moved her hands under the water, resting them on your thighs. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” She said, her gaze shifting to your body.

“You only tell me a million times a day” You answered, laughing a bit. Your eyes trailed to her hands, humming. “My legs are so sore from all that walking” You admitted, sighing.

She moved her hands higher up your thighs. “Here? or…” She moved her hands to your inner thighs. “Here?”

You raised your eyebrows, instinctively opening your legs a bit. At the silence, she let out a loud exhale before speaking again. “Answer me”

“A little higher” You quickly responded and she nodded. “That’s my girl”. She moved her hands a bit higher, so close to where you wanted them. You let out a whine, growing a bit impatient. “Come on cait, please?”

If she didn’t want you so bad, she would’ve made you beg more.. but that wasn’t the case. She moved one of her hands up to your breast, resting her hand on top of it.

She put a bit of pressure on your clit, ripping a whimper out of you. She smiled at the noise, rubbing in slow circles. “What do you say, hm?”

You put your hands over your face, closing your eyes. “Thank you” You muttered out. She huffed, lifting up your hips with hers and landing a harsh slap on your cunt. “I can’t fucking hear you”

You let out a loud gasp. “Thankyousomuch” you quickly responded. She hummed in contentment, putting her hand back on your clit and rubbing at a faster pace. “There you go, being so good f’ me”

Your mouth opened, letting out a moan. “mhm!” you squeaked. She suddenly stopped, her hand softly squeezing your breast. You pouted in disappointment, lifting your head a bit. “Why’d you stop?”

She looked at your face, two of her fingers suddenly sliding inside of you. The face you made had her biting back a smile, soft pants leaving your lips.

She pumped her fingers into you, kissing your head as you squirmed and whined. “You’re taking it so well, being so good” She whispered, kissing your ear.

You lifted up your hips a bit, your hand gripping her wrist. “Fuck!” You moaned out, your face turning a light shade of red.

She only moved her fingers faster, working them inside of you. She lived for your voice, your soft sounds driving her nearly insane.

“Close? I can feel you clenching around me like a slut”. The sudden degradation made you let out a louder moan, nodding frantically.

She curled her fingers, hitting that spot she knew all too well. Your grip on her wrist got tighter, your eyes squeezing shut. “Come on baby, you can do it. You’re taking it so well, aren’t you?” She said. “Mhm, im taking it for you” You whined out, your moans turning into short whimpers.

Your breathing got quicker as you felt that knot form in your stomach, the feeling almost becoming overwhelming. She moved her other hand down, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

You threw your head back, finishing a few seconds later as you let out a string of curses. She continued on, pulling out when you started panting.

She washed your hair after, laying in bed with you and holding you until you fell asleep

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twenty-three: you can tell me anything

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Y/n was nervous, but that wasn’t exactly new. She had been losing her mind ever since agreeing to spend time alone with Hyunjin, which honestly didn’t make much sense considering they had done that before. Maybe it was just the fact that they would be spending time alone at his dorm? Yeah, that was definitely it. That in combination with the massive swarm of butterflies he always managed to elicit in her stomach just by existing in her general vicinity.

She had visited the dorms many times before, of course - Chan was one of her best friends, after all - so she tried to comfort herself with the knowledge that her surroundings would be familiar. Then again, she felt more comfortable around Hyunjin than she did most people, insane butterflies aside, so maybe she was just blowing things out of proportion. In fact, she was aware that she was; she just had no way to stop overthinking. Anxiety, and all that.

As part of making Y/n as comfortable as possible, Hyunjin had suggested watching the movie during the day as opposed to the evening. She was so incredibly touched at the way he was accommodating her anxiety, but she honestly wasn’t sure if anything could take away the anxious feeling completely. To be fair, even without her disorder, she was fairly certain that she would have been freaking out about this situation. Still, Hyunjin’s attitude did help her as much as anything possibly could, so she decided it was time to be brave.

Dressed in an outfit that was both comfortable and cute, she made her way to the dorm building to watch the Barbie movie with her… friend. Normally, she definitely would have spent at least three minutes just standing outside the door and waiting for her nerves to die down (which they wouldn’t) before ringing the doorbell, but in the spirit of breaking out of her comfort zone, she decided to rip the proverbial band-aid off and just ring the darn bell.

The door opened almost immediately, and a smiling Hyunjin appeared. He quickly stepped aside to let her in, and when the door was closed, he granted her a gentle hug hello. She hoped he couldn’t feel the hammering of her heart or her slightly rapid breathing. Either way, she knew he wouldn’t comment on it if he did.

“Hey, Y/n,” he said softly, letting go of her and taking a small step back. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, I think,” she responded, decidedly ignoring the slight tremor in her own voice. “How are you?”

When he smiled, she felt like melting into a puddle on the floor. Her heart kept beating rapidly, but less due to anxiety and more due to the butterflies that suddenly reappeared in her stomach. He was so pretty, so gentle, so… nice. Lovely. Sweet.

“I’m good! Excited to finally watch Barbie!”

Hyunjin’s excitement made Y/n laugh, nodding along. She was excited to watch it, too. As she removed her shoes by the door, he disappeared to fetch her a pair of house slippers. Then he led her into the living room, where they both sat down on the couch.

Her friend had very obviously put in a lot of thought and effort into this hangout, because the coffee table was filled with an array of different snacks and food. She gaped at the display before turning to Hyunjin with wide eyes, giggling a little.

“Who else is joining us?”

“No one, why?”

The way he looked genuinely surprised at her question made her let out a genuine laugh, waving the comment off with a quick “nothing, nothing.” He tilted his head in confusion before glancing at the table again, and then he started laughing too.

“I know it’s a lot, but I didn’t really know what you preferred! I mean, I know you like most of this, but I wasn’t sure what you wanted for today or if you’d had lunch, so I just- are you crying? Why?!”

Y/n sure was crying. She had spotted the plate of japchae amongst all the clutter of the table, and she couldn’t believe he’d remembered her favorite food and gotten it for her. It was really dumb, but she couldn’t help it; she had been so anxious, and this simple gesture had given her a form of relief she hadn’t thought she needed. The tears were happy ones.

“I’m sorry,” she blubbered, carefully wiping underneath her eyes to get rid of the mascara that had undoubtedly smeared due to her tears. Hyunjin looked like he was ready to do literally anything to make her stop crying, which just made more tears flow out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

“Don’t apologize! Listen, if this is too much for you, I completely understand. If you want me to, I can take you home. Just, please don’t cry,” he pleaded, grasping her hand gently and looking deep into her eyes.

She vehemently shook her head, refusing his very kind offer. She wanted to stay, more than anything. She just needed a second to collect herself, and maybe a hug or two. So, she silently tugged on Hyunjin’s hand in order to get him a bit closer to her. When he was close enough, she let go of his hand and pressed her face into his chest, wrapping her arms around him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her too, resting his cheek on the top of her head and waiting patiently for her to calm down enough to explain what was wrong.

After a minute or two, Y/n collected herself enough to pull away from the hug and look at Hyunjin’s face.

“I’m sorry for crying,” she began. She could tell he was about to interrupt her, most likely to reassure her, but she held up a hand to stop him. “I’m just feeling… cared for, I guess. And safe. And I’m just really grateful that I have you in my life, Jinnie.”

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t meant for the last part to be so exposing of her feelings for her friend. It was okay, though. She could most likely play it off, if he were to ask - heightened emotions, or something. Oh fuck, what if that didn’t work? What if- No. She refused to let herself spiral any further because of something so small.

She couldn’t help but look away from the man in front of her, feeling bashful at the entire situation even if she wasn’t exactly overthinking… yet. She felt a gentle hand come up to brush against her cheek, prompting her to look back at Hyunjin. His gaze held nothing but warmth. The butterflies, who seemingly had taken up permanent residence in her stomach, intensified their fluttering.

“Y/n,” he breathed, and the tone of his voice was so soft that she wouldn’t have heard him if she was sitting even slightly further away from him. “I… have something I want to tell you.” Oh God. “Nothing bad, I swear. At least I hope not.” That… helped, and then it didn’t.

“What is it, Jinnie? You can tell me anything.”

And she meant it. If he confessed a crime, she wouldn’t tell anyone; she would even help him outrun the law if necessary. If he confessed an embarrassing secret, she wouldn’t even make fun of him. Well. Maybe a little. But she would guard that secret with her life, without hesitation. She would do anything for this boy, and it both scared and thrilled her.

“I know that our first meeting was less than ideal, to say the least, and I know you said I don’t have to apologize, but I’m pretty sure I will be regretting what I said for the rest of time. You’re such a wonderful, wonderful person, and I count myself lucky to have met you.” Y/n was melting, she was sure of it. “And, uhm, I have thoroughly enjoyed getting to know you more properly these past few months. You’re a person unlike any other that I have ever met, and I just… I don’t know how to say this without being very direct, and I hope you will forgive me for that, but I think I just have to do it before I chicken out.”

“Anything, Jinnie. You can tell me anything.”

He took a deep breath. Then he released it. His hand fell from her cheek to her hand, and she immediately missed the warmth of his skin on hers. His gaze was still filled with warmth, but there was a bit of uncertainty in it now.

“I really, really like you, Y/n. Like, so much.” Y/n’s breath left her in one fell swoop. All she could do was stare at the man she undoubtedly had a gigantic, humongous, world-ending crush on as he confessed that he returned those feelings. She felt frozen, her brain needing a reboot before she could process thoughts again. “A-And it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same, or if it’s too much or-”

Screw thought, she decided, and kissed him.

~*~

Hyunjin was in heaven. He was sure he had died, or he was dreaming, or… just anything that meant this wasn’t real, because surely it couldn’t be? He was kissing the woman he damn near loved, and it was the best thing to ever happen to him. Her lips were soft and pillowy on his, and the feeling of her right hand reaching to the nape of his neck and playing with the hair there made him shiver and grab her face as he kissed her deeper.

The kiss was very romantic and soft, almost innocent if it wasn’t for the depth of the feelings both of them were conveying in the kiss. It was enough for Hyunjin, he thought, that he could die happy in that moment. One kiss from Y/n, and his life was complete. He felt like his hearing was gone, everything beside her, her, her utterly unimportant.

She was the first to pull away, looking perfectly dazed with lips swollen from the kiss they had just shared. The tips of her ears as well as her cheeks were blazing a bright red, and it just endeared him infinitely. He couldn’t resist, and grabbed her waist to gently tug her into his embrace, holding her tightly to him. He kind of hoped she could hear his heart beating faster than what should be anatomically possible, just so she would know the depth of his affection for her. Even if she didn’t, he would make sure she knew.

The only sound in the living room of Hyunjin’s dorm was heavy breathing. The moment felt so fragile, he didn’t want to speak up for fear of ending it - still, he knew he would have to do so before her overactive mind would spin her into a spiral.

“I don’t- I don’t know what to say after that,” he breathed, crushing Y/n tighter against his chest. He truly didn’t, but he figured if he just kept talking, it would eventually lead them both to a place where there was something to say. Maybe. “That was definitely the best kiss I’ve ever had.”

“M-Me too,” she answered, her voice trembling slightly. He wanted to let her go to see if she was okay, but as soon as his grip on her loosened, she tightened hers. It made him smile, and his heart skipped a beat. “I, uh, I hope it’s clear that… that I feel the same.”

It kind of had been, but something bloomed in his chest at her words either way. His face split into a massive grin, his cheeks hurting almost immediately, and he had to fight with himself to not kiss her breathless again. He would, but later. After they talked.

“Thank you for telling me, anyway,” he whispered into her hair, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Another moment passed, and then they separated from the hug. Neither one of them let go of the other’s hand, though; it was as if they were physically incapable of parting from one another, now that the long-building tension had finally been released. They both took a deep breath at the same time, and then broke into giggles. Then Y/n cleared her throat and adopted a serious face, and Hyunjin immediately snapped to attention.

“Is something wrong?”

“Like I said,” she began carefully, “I really, really like you too. And I- I mean, you haven’t said anything about it, but I’m just assuming that- you know what, maybe this is stupid, I should just-”

“Nuh uh.” Hyunjin shook his head sternly, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of her hands. “Please, communicate with me. I like you so much, there’s literally nothing you can say to get rid of me.”

Y/n cracked a small smile, then seemed to steel herself. Hyunjin had never stopped focusing on her, couldn’t if he tried, but he zeroed in on her completely at the seriousness of her demeanor. Whatever was important to her, was important to him too.

“I know you didn’t say anything about being together, but-”

“Yes.”

“Hyunjin-"

“Yes. Let’s be together.”

“Jinnie,” she sighed, with an exasperated smile. “I want to be with you too.” His chest exploded with flowers, butterflies, rainbows and candy, anything sweet and beautiful. He felt so full in that moment, squeezing her hands tightly in his and grinning from ear to ear. “But.” Uh oh. “I have to be honest with you, and I-” She sighed before continuing. “My anxiety is… a lot. My life is not easy, and it’s not like everyone else’s. I have a pretty hard time with intimacy, in all its forms, and uhm… If we do this, which I completely understand if you don’t want to, we would have to go really slow. And I don’t want you to ever think that you’re the problem, because you’re not, but if you ever feel like that, please tell me?”

“I will. And going slow is not a problem, baby.” Hyunjin grinned again when the petname made her flush a deep red. “Every single step we take has to be a joint decision, yeah? If you’re not comfortable with any touching at all, that’s fine. If you want to hold hands, cool. Anything you feel you’re ready for, we will discuss together. Yeah?”

Y/n’s eyes started misting over again, but this time she was smiling while it was happening, so Hyunjin simply cooed at his new girlfriend (holy shit he’s going to die) and wiped away the few tears that managed to escape.

“Let’s start with hugging, and maybe some kissing sometimes…”

“I am more than okay with that.”

Eventually, after Y/n was perfectly tucked into Hyunjin's arms, they finally started the movie.

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FOURTY-EIGHT / taking chances

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THE HEART WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS. That was something you had discovered over the course of the last couple of days. A week ago, the idea of ever romantically being with Beomgyu sounded ridiculous. Now, the idea of not being with him sounded even worse.

A week ago, you would feel nothing riding in the elevator up to your apartment floor. Why would you? It was just an elevator, the same elevator you rode every single day to the apartment you went to every single day. Now, however, your heart was a mess as you watched the floor number increase until it finally hit 4.

"Are you sure I can't just stay with you for one more day?" You asked Chaewon with a small waver in your voice. "I'll come home this weekend! I just remembered your apartment is closer to the school I'm substituting at!" You lied, which they all obviously knew.

Sakura let out a small laugh. "You're going to be fine, Y/N. You just gotta rip off the band-aid!" She told you, and reached over to shake your arm.

"Yeah, Y/N! Everything is going to work out just fine, you just have to trust in the universe." Yunjin encouraged you, softly rubbing your other arm to reassure you. You let out a soft sigh, allowing yourself to lean into her touch. Yes, she was right, everything was going to be just fine. You were just going to have to live ten feet away from the guy who just rejected you, you would be okay.

The door opened, and you let Yunjin lead you out into the hallway.

A week ago, a walk down the fourth floor hallway of your building was the most normal, mundane thing in the world. But now, it felt like you were walking right into your own funeral. A small part of you had hope that he wouldn't be home, and you wouldn't have to face him just yet, but you knew that was just wishful thinking.

Panic overcame you, and you stopped dead in your tracks to turn and face your friends. "What if he's there? And I freak out and do something stupid? What if he's mean to me? What if I start doing my Miss Piggy impression again and they kick me out? What if--"

"Y/N!" Chaewon cut you off, slapping her hands down on your shoulders to roughly force you down to reality. "You need to relax. Beomgyu is an idiot, but he's not going to be mean. And if he is, you have us three to take care of you, okay?" She put her face right up next to your own, staring at you with big, buggy like eyes.

"Okay. Okay, you're right. I will be fine. I'm being dramatic for nothing." You told yourself, and took deep breaths until you felt yourself start to relax at least a little bit. Finally, you turned back to face your door, and sucked in one last inhale before opening it up.

It took you less than a second to find Beomgyu. He was standing by the couch, next to Yeonjun and Soobin who he was presumably talking to before he entered. He found you immediately as well, his dark eyes growing wide when he did so. You thought your heart was going to explode.

"Oh! Hi, Y/N! Welcome back!" Soobin greeted you, waving to you from across the room. Your eyes flicked over to him, grateful for an excuse to avoid Beomgyu's suffocating gaze. The longer you looked at him, the more you wanted to feel his lips on your own again, and the more painful it became that you couldn't do that.

"Hi." You spoke weakly, stepping all the way into the apartment so your friends could follow you in. There was a heavy silence that filled the room, and a tension so thick one could slice right through it with a knife.

Suddenly, Yeonjun cleared his throat, the noise nearly startling you. "Hey, Sakura, Yunjin and Chaewon, Soobin and I want to show you something really interesting in the kitchen. Right, Soobin?"

The taller boy nodded, and your heart sunk into your stomach when you realized what was happening. You glanced over at Yunjin, hoping she would do something to save you, but instead gave you a wink and followed the others into the kitchen.

You and Beomgyu were now alone in the living room, and you wished you would die right then and there. You couldn't figure out what Yunjin and the others were planning, but you knew you didn't like it.

Like an idiot, you risked a glance at him, and immediately regretted it. You wanted so badly to talk with him like you had before, to have your stupid banter and feel the incurable urge to smack him. But, unlike before, you also wanted to kiss him, to revel in the feeling of his hair tangled between your fingers. You wanted so many things, but you just couldn't have them.

"Listen, Y/N, I--"

"You know what! I think I left one of my bags in the car, I should go back out and grab it!" Before you knew it, the lie was slipping off your tongue, and you were slipping out of the door and back into the hallway. You thought you could do this, you thought you'd be fine facing him after everything that happened, but you weren't.

You could hear footsteps following you, and felt you heart start to race. "Let me help you grab it!" Beomgyu shouted, and you shook your head as you frantically pushed the button on the elevator.

"No-no, that's okay, you should go see what Yeonjun has in the kitchen!" You suggested, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. Thankfully, the doors opened, and you slipped inside the elevator. You began to aggressively push the "close door" button.

"But it's dangerous out there!" Beomgyu was faster than the elevator was, though, slamming his hand in front of the doors so they wouldn't be able to close. You gulped hard, your eyes widening as you realized you just trapped yourself in an elevator with him.

You planned to just stay silent as the elevator began its descent, but thanks to your incredible luck, you felt the elevator lurch, and come to a halt. Of-fucking-course the elevator stopped today of all days. At that point, you wished it would just fall through the building and kill you in the process.

"Are you okay?!" Beomgyu asked in a panic, stepping forward to check on you. But you brushed him off, turning to face away from him.

"I'm fine." You mumbled.

He went quiet, but you could feel his eyes burning holes into you from afar. He wanted to reach out, and touch you, but he held himself back, not wanting to push anything too far. You had hoped to escape the tension that filled your apartment before, but now it was ten times worse.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and you heard him let out a deep exhale. You glanced over at him, watching as he leaned back against the wall of the elevator, looking a bit defeated. "Y/N... I know you don't want to hear what I have to say right now, but... Could you please just let me explain what happened?" His voice was soft, but it still managed to startle you.

"Yeah, I'd love an explanation." You said a bit bitterly, looking away from him. "I thought we liked each other. I thought you liked me. I don't understand why you initiated that kiss if us being roommates bothered you so much. I don't understand why you didn't even try to talk to me before making that choice--which affects both of us, by the way, not just you. I can't figure any of it out, Beomgyu!"

You hadn't meant to go off on him. In fact, you weren't really sure where it had all come from. For the last couple of days, you had been so busy wallowing in your sadness, you hadn't stopped and thought about how angry you were. How angry you were at him, and how angry you were at his stupid excuse, but most of all how angry you were at yourself, for allowing yourself to fall for your him in the first place.

"I just... I feel so stupid." You whispered.

"You're not stupid!" He was quick to reassure you, dashing across the the elevator to grab hold of your hands. "I did like you--I mean, I do like you. I just got scared, because when I told Yeonjun what happened, he got all mad, and told me we shouldn't be together because we're roommates and it'll make things awkward--"

"But why would you even listen to him, Beomgyu?!" You asked him, shaking your hands loose from his own. "You're an adult, you can make your own decisions, you shouldn't let Yeonjun tell you what to do!"

"I know that now! But, he was talking about if things don't work out, and it just got me thinking about what it would be like if things did go South, and honestly, Y/N..." He paused, taking his own turn to look away. "I think I like you more than I've liked ever liked anyone. Which is really fucking scary, because the last time I was in a relationship, I screwed it up and lost her, and the last thing I want is to lose you."

You stared down at your feet, allowing yourself a moment to take in all he was saying. His words had hit you like a truck. In all of your previous relationships, you were always the one to fall first, and the one to fall harder. You were always moving too fast for the others, and scaring them away. But here was Beomgyu, standing in front of you, putting his heart on the line the way nobody before him had.

"I.... I don't want to lose you either, Gyu." You confessed, the nickname slipping out of your mouth out of habit. "And maybe that means we shouldn't be together, and maybe it means we should play it safe and put this fire out before it grows too big..."

He nodded grimly. If that had been your choice, to end things there, you were sure he wouldn't have fought you too much on it. He understood that he messed up, and there was a chance he wasn't going to be able to win you back.

You looked up and finally met his eyes. "But I don't care. I would rather us take a chance, and see where it goes, than try to bury our feelings like they don't exist. Because I think we could be really, really great together, and I think my feelings are too deep to bury, even if we tried. I want us to give this a shot, Beomgyu."

"I want to give us a shot, too."

You weren't sure if you had fully forgiven him yet. You weren't sure if you were making the right choice for still wanting to be with him. You weren't sure if this was going to come back and bite you in the ass later. You weren't sure of much, but you were sure about one thing. And that was how badly you wanted to kiss him again.

So, you did.

You grabbed hold of his cheeks and pulled him down so he was level with you, and pressed your lips against his. You thought of your first kiss, and how amazing it had seemed, but this one was something else. It was like a million fireworks going off at once, or like a dam bursting open. It was something straight out of a fairy tale, where the princess finally worked up the nerve to kiss the prince. It was miles ahead of every single kiss that had come before it.

Just like before, your fingers found their home in his shaggy hair, tugging at his scalp to bring him closer to you. His hands snaked around your waist, his fingertips slipping under your shirt and brushing against your skin. The touch set your skin ablaze, igniting a fire within you that you weren't sure you ever wanted to put out.

Before you have any time to protest, his hand's are hooking themselves under your thighs, and he's lifting you up off the ground. Without his lips ever leaving your's, he's carrying you across the elevator, pushing your back up against the wall so you were now straddling his waist.

"Did I tell you I really like you?" He breathed against your lips, before pulling away to bury his kisses in the crook of your neck.

"I really like you, too." You smiled, a breathy laugh escaping your mouth when you felt his teeth nip at your skin.

You must have been too consumed by his lips to notice when the elevator started moving again, caught completely off guard when the elevator doors opened and exposed your compromising position. In a panic, your eyes flickered to the hallway, baffled to see Felix and Hyunjin standing in front of the door.

Beomgyu dropped you back to the floor, turning to see the two men and sharing a quizzical look with you.

"Uh, hi, what are you guys doing here?" You asked between heavy breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and pretend they hadn't just seen you making you with Beomgyu in an elevator.

Felix stared at you with a bewildered expression. "Um, we made brownies. We were going to thank you for helping us get together." He explained, gesturing to Hyunjin who looked like he had just witnessed the two of you committing murder. "It looks like you owe me some brownies, too."

You laughed softly at his joke, glancing over at Beomgyu who looked a bit confused. But he looked back at you, his gaze relaxing once his eyes met your own. Yeah, you weren't sure if it was the right thing to forgive him so easily, but you didn't care. You knew you wanted to be with him. You felt your lips curl up into a smile.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

author's note: IT FINALLY HAPPENED WOO!!! the stupid people are done being stupid <3 this chapter was so hard for me to write but i think i'm happy w how it turned out!!! only 3 chapters left this is so sad i will miss yngyu sm...

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[superman86to99]

Super Titles Round-Up (August 1994)

This month: Superboy gets wet! Steel gets a new armor! The Eradicator gets sad!

Superboy #7

"Worlds Collide" continues, but pretty soon it's gonna be more like "Waves Collide" because of the two tsunamis about to hit the inter-dimensionally connected cities of Metropolis and Dakota. While Superman and the Blood Syndicate team up to stop the wave on the Metropolis side, Superboy, Static, and Rocket try to do the same in the Dakota one, but none of their powers are really suited for stopping massive amounts of city-destroying water.

(At least we get some excellent sound effects out of their failed attempts.)

In Metropolis, the Blood Syndicate's Aquamaria (whose powers, as the name implies, are "being made out of water" and "Spanish") turns into a smaller tsunami herself to try to counteract the wave. Meanwhile, Superboy and his Amazing Friends decide to change strategy and try to fool the god-like being causing all of this, Rift ("the world's most powerful disgruntled postal worker," as Superboy calls him), into stopping the wave. Instead, they anger him so much that he turns both tsunamis into a wave of fire -- just as Aquamaria was about to crash into it. RIP, Aquamaria (or "Steamaria" now, I guess).

In Dakota, Rift does end up turning the wave back into water and freezing it in time, just to show off. Superboy, Static, and Rocket manage to work together to knock Rift down, but he easily gets up again and freezes them too by trapping them inside a giant headstone. They'll stay stuck there until breaking out in Man of Steel #36, which leads to...

Steel #7

Sorry, this isn't the issue where we find out why Steel was wearing nothing but boxers in MoS #36 (you'll have to wait for the "Milestone Side" post for that). What's important is that Steel is working with his former rival Hardware and current enemy Hazard on a plan to stop their even bigger common enemy Rift. Part of that plan involves getting himself a new armor with Hardware's tech, hence him not being in his undies anymore. Other than that, the plan doesn't seem to be going too well, considering Rift carelessly squashes Metropolis and Dakota together into one city on the second page.

Rift announces that now that he's merged the cities, he's gonna sort out the "continuity problems" by getting rid of all the redundant elements, like the two evil labs/sleep clinics where he was experimented on when he was a regular mailman. The heroes don't want Rift to destroy the lab because it contains the weapon Steel and Hardware created to depower him, so they join forces to distract him while Superman, Icon, and Hazard go retrieve the anti-Rift device.

By the way, while all the heroes fight Rift, there's a coloring error that suddenly turns Rocket into Superboy -- further evidence that Superboy's Milestone Universe counterpart is a pregnant girl.

Superman and Icon get the weapon out right before Rift remembers what he was doing and destroys the labs and everyone in them --including Hazard, apparently, which leaves Steel with some conflicted emotions. The guy seemingly died saving two worlds, sure, but he did also try to kill most of Steel's family. Rift teleports away at the end of the issue (he's gonna go mess with the Blood Syndicate in their own series) and the heroes fly off to see what they can do with that weapon. TO BE CONCLUDED IN ANOTHER POST! Here's some cool Humberto Ramos art to tide you over until then:

Outsiders #10

After helping the Outsiders break out of jail, the Eradicator joins them on a trip to "the underworld nation of Abyssia" to look for their teammate Looker, who has been turned into a vampire by the Dracula wannabe ruling that place. While down there, everyone suddenly starts experiencing visions related to tragic moments in their lives. In the Eradicator's case, he remembers he had two kids as Dr. David Connors and sees them calling him a freak.

Did that really happen? Because that's grounds for getting disowned, young men (though I guess they're getting their inheritance anyway since everyone thinks Dr. Dave is already dead). Anyway, you might think the vampire lord is causing these visions, but nope, he's getting them too and no one has any idea what's going on. The Outsiders find Looker, who betrays them, but then it turns out she was only pretending to betray them... and then it turns out she was only pretending to be pretending to betray them. So, yeah, she's evil. CONTINUED!

The Spectre #21

Superman is part of a truly random assortment of DC characters appearing in this issue, including most of the Justice Society, Lucien from Sandman, Nightshade from Suicide Squad, and Naiad from Firestorm (who, coincidentally, is also a lady made of water, like Aquamaria). Oh, and Adolf Hitler and Bill Clinton appear too. Jesus, who isn't in this issue? Not Jesus, he's also in here. Seriously!

President Clinton has tasked a guy named Professor Hazzard (another coincidence! Worlds ARE Colliding!) with finding a way to kill the Spectre if that ever becomes necessary. Hazzard travels into the Dreaming (read: takes a nap) and, with Lucien's help, learns about the Spear of Destiny: a spear that once struck Jesus, which eventually ended up in Hitler's hands and was used to keep all of the Justice Society, including the Spectre, out of Germany during World War II.

The Spear is now in a Raiders of the Lost Ark-esque warehouse, but Clinton orders they take it out once he learns that the Spectre has apparently flooded part of Tokyo and killed hundreds of people. Of course, that wasn't the Spectre, it was Naiad the Water Elemental, who went crazy and decided to kill everyone working in the Japanese oil company that caused the incident that gave her her powers. But Clinton doesn't know that, so he needs someone to wield the Spear and use it against the Spectre. Guess who he drafts for the job?

But that's not gonna happen until next issue. CONTINUED, TOO!

Legionnaires #17 and Valor #22

I wanna mention these issues since they make reference to the Pocket Earth Superboy, even though his role in the Legion of Super-Heroes' origin had been erased some years earlier (at this point, Valor was the young hero who inspired the Legion, not Superboy). The Legion's continuity is a complete mess, which is nothing new, but suddenly they're aware of it and that's causing troubles. For once, the Legionnaires are as baffled as the readers.

In fact, it's such a mess that their entire world is falling apart and they start looking for a new one to settle on. That's when one of them remembers there's an empty planet just sitting there: Superboy and Supergirl's Pocket Earth, which has been deserted since Superman killed its last three non-synthetic inhabitants in Superman #22. The plan is to literally haul the planet out of the Pocket Universe and put it where the old Earth used to be. Easy! The only problem is that once they bring the Pocket Earth over to the non-Pocket DC Universe, its core inverts or whatever and it turns into a time bomb. Whoops! ALSO TO BE CONTINUED, BELIEVE IT OR NOT!

Showcase '94 #9

The Dan Jurgens-written Waverider/Monarch story that started last issue concludes here (finally, something without a "CONTINUED" at the end). Monarch, who was always a bit of a knucklehead when he was a superhero called Hawk, has somehow invented a device that captured Waverider and his fellow Linear Man, Hunter, and forced them to ping-pong through time. Waverider finally breaks free and attacks Monarch -- but that was all part of his plan.

Monarch uses Waverider's chronal energy to look into his own past and find out why he's so smart now: it's because when he killed his former partner Dove at the end of Armageddon 2001, her "powers, reason and intelligence" merged into Hawk's dumb meathead body and turned him into a superior being. This warrants a name (and costume) change, so from now on, he's calling himself "Extant."

Extant dies fighting Waverider and Hunter... or that's what should have happened according to Hunter's temporal research. Instead, Extant completely owns both of them and steals Waverider's time-traveling wrist-cuff, which means he now has the powers and smarts to change history as he pleases. This also means I LIED! TO BE CONTINUED IN ZERO HOUR! 0:

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[666herescared]

Imaginary Shadow Dad) Ch.1: The Nights are the Hardest

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Remember that little tag from my post about my ask blog? Well, welcome to the ShadowDad AU!  In this AU, Mac never got revived by the Lady Bitch Demon, because he didn’t die. He hid in the shadows and has been regaining energy since the fight. Thanks to that, he’s not in her debt, because I don’t like writing angst unless I’m already having a mental breakdown.

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It’s scary being alone. Especially at night. Xiaotain knew that first hand. He was terrified of the dark. His parents always told him to just toughen up, but they didn’t really want him to. It made it easier to control him. Refuse a chore? Locked in the closet. Cry for attention? Locked in the closet. Specifically the closet because the pull string was too high for the poor six year old to reach. 

  He hated that they never showed a hint of sympathy for him, but who really would? He wasn’t even able to wash dishes right. He was just a useless little boy they never really wanted anyway. They just forgot to use protection one night and couldn’t afford to abort. 

  It wasn’t much better at school. He didn’t have any friends and was constantly struggling to focus. Every report card was a sentence to at least one night in the closet. No matter what, he knew better than to cry. Crying always made it worse. On lucky days though, when his parents weren’t home, he got to watch cartoons! He loved to see what imagination could do! He started stealing some of the printer paper and pencils to practice drawing in his room. He wanted to be a cartoonist someday. He thought it would be so cool!

  On one of his lucky days he discovered a show about this guy called “The Monkey King” who was just about the coolest guy he’d ever seen! He wanted to be like that one day, but he just wasn’t brave enough. He wanted to get braver, but he was even scared of the dark! According to the other kids in his class, only babies are scared of the dark. He didn’t wanna be a baby! He wanted to be a monkey!

  He wanted to lounge around in the jungle eating fruit to his heart's content. He started thinking that if he was braver, if he was stronger, maybe he could one day. So he decided to try some tactics he’d seen in his cartoons. Starting with getting over his fear of the dark.

  He chose to train himself away from being scared by turning off the light in his room and staying by the switch so he could turn it on again if he did get really scared. He managed a whole five minutes without freaking out on his first attempt, and his times only got better from there. By the end of the first month, he could handle half an hour! What he was confused by though was that it only seemed to apply to his room. So far at least. The dark was still scary everywhere else, but his room was starting to feel safe at night.

  The closet was still a plenty effective punishment. It was extra effective in fact. He didn’t know what it was, but something in the shadows was alive and it always went away the moment you turned on the light. He didn’t wanna stay scared of the dark, so he’d decided! He’d talk to the shadow monster once his “night sentence” came in.

  A few days later, he was locked in the closet as usual. He stuck near the door in the cramped space to have some sense of control, no matter how little it helped. He had no idea how to stop panicking. He felt as though the shadows were trying to grab him, and he couldn’t even see the walls. His parents left the room outside the door and turned off the light as they left, stopping any light from protecting him. He felt as though his shield had been ripped away, and now it was time for the swords. Xiaotain felt the shadows start shifting, as though they had just woken up. It quickly felt as though the walls were breathing and he wasn’t alone any more.

  The shadow monster shifted as it awoke, its eyes suddenly watching the kid panicking in its den. It reached out to touch the anxious little boy, who flinched away from its touch. Understandable. It wasn’t exactly corporeal.

  The young artist tried to calm his breathing, but it felt like someone was pushing his lungs, keeping him from steady breath. He tried counting his breath like that witch show taught him, but he kept choking before a second could pass. Ah, well. He was stuck all night anyway.

  The tendrils of shadow creeping underneath his skin was as if someone had pulled it up and was stroking the muscle. It felt invasive. It was like someone was both comforting him and scaring him at the same time! The darkness was only trying to do one of those though. Within an hour, the boy was too tired and hungry to panic. If only his punishment closet was the snack cupboard.

  Scared, alone, and cold, his stomach growled and he groaned. The worst part was that he’d be there till the next day, and even now, it was only 1:30 P.M. He felt the shadow press on his stomach and flinch away.

  The boy was skin and bones! He shouldn’t be dealing with this stuff without food! The creature slinked away to get something as the boy silently cried in the closet. He was lucky enough to find some campers in the darker parts of the forest. They were getting some hiking gear, and had left their snacks wide open. He looked for anything good he could find, but he didn’t know what the boy liked. Now that he’d thought about it, he hadn’t seen the boy eat before. Rage bubbled in his chest but he held it down. No. That’s not helpful.

  He decided to steal the bag of plain salted potato chips. It was the safest bet of things he wouldn’t have to make. He opened a portal under the bag and carried it through the shadows back to the boy’s house. The image that greeted him was nearly enough to make him cry. A little boy, no more than seven years old, ribs showing through a ripped shirt, with tear tracts streaming down his face, passed out in the most distressed position he’d seen from another person. 

  He was cold and shivering with every small draft from beneath the door, curled over himself in a desperate attempt for comfort. It made the Shadows’ blood boil. He wanted nothing more than to grab those idiots and torture them for traumatizing this poor cub! For now though, he needed to keep the kid alive. Can’t really protect a dead kid. 

  The shadows lightly placed the chips in front of the kid so as to not wake him, but even with how light the rustling was, it was a bag of chips, so of course it was loud. The kid woke up and shuffled even closer to the wall, like he thought the chips were gonna kill him. The darkness pushed them closer to entice the kid, who shook his head. The shadows tried again. The kid had to eat but he just shut his mouth tighter. The boy was mentally scrambling to figure out what to do when he remembered his original plan. He calmed his breathing and spoke.

  “I know you’re there.” The boy nearly whispered. A shadow touched his leg softly. Less invasive than before. “I-I know you’re here s-so… Show yourself!” The young boy tried to be brave and felt the shadows chuckle. “C-c’mon… I’m serious!”

  The darkness fell still, until small lights appeared. “Promise you won’t run?” The shadows requested. The child’s nod was quickly followed by purple light filling the closet’s opposing wall. He was finally able to get a clear look at what he’d been scared of and it was… A monkey? A shadow monkey? He wasn’t sure. It had three ears on either side of its head and a lantern in its hand. “Ta-da!~” the shadows sang, before looking back at the kid. “What is it, bud?” 

  The little boy had been staring at the lantern. “Why does the darkness have a lantern? And why aren’t you scarier?” He asked.

  The dark creature on the wall chuckled and said, “Well I’m just not that type of guy.” as it stepped into a somewhat corporeal form. He crouched down and grabbed the bag of chips, plucking one out and pointing it at the kid. “Now eat, or I’m force feeding you.” He demanded with an empty threat. 

  The cub shook his head. “No. Mommy and daddy will get mad.” 

  The shadow felt rage bubble up to the surface again. Of course they would. He wanted to just kill them and take the cub for himself, but he wasn’t strong enough yet. His body hadn’t fully healed. “Yeah? Well, these aren’t theirs and they aren’t here. So, eat.” The shadows were not having any of Xiaotain’s shit. 

  The boy looked concerned and asked, “Who’s are they then?”

  The shadow rubbed his brow. Of course the kid was a goodie two shoes. Otherwise he woulda killed those bastards himself. “They’re ours now, kid. So stop asking questions and eat!” He said, exasperated as he shoved a chip in the kid’s mouth. The boy started chewing slowly as the shadow watched him. “What’s your name anyways, kiddo?” The shadow asked as the kid started shoveling chips into his mouth. 

  The younger swallowed his mouthful before answering. “Qi Xiaotain! Who are you?” He said, making the shadow chuckle.

  “I go by a lot of names, kid. Come up with one.” He replied. He’d seen the boy watching that show. He’s not exactly shown in the best light there.

  “Can I call you ‘Shadow Dad’?” The boy chuckled, clearly kidding.

  Oh how he’d regret that joke. “Yeah, that works.” The shadow said, holding back some joy. He just had a proper conversation with the cub and he’s already being called dad? Does it really matter that it was a joke?

  “Wait. I didn’t mean for real!” The kid said with anxiety in his tone. To him it did.

  But to the darkness… “Nope! I’m Shadow Dad now. Nice to meet you Xiaotian!” He teased and picked up the cub who yelped in surprise as he was swung side to side for a moment. The newly titled ‘Shadow Dad’ then plopped down with the kid in his arms, smiling eyes glowing down on him. “But seriously kid, why’re you already calling me that?”

  Sure, the shadow liked the title, but he didn’t understand the kid dropping his guard so early. “You did a thing my cartoons told me dads do. You brought me food.” He answered once he had calmed down. The darkness didn’t like that the boy specified his cartoons showed him dads do that. “Oh no! What if my actual dad hea-” 

  “Shh.. Your parents are asleep. Trust me.” Shadow Dad stated, placing one hand behind three of his ears. “They aren’t waking up for a while. You should sleep too, little sky.” He whispered, punctuating the sentence with a boop on the nose. The boy nearly panicked until he was stopped by the darkness saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll be here all night.” and nuzzling the tiny creature in his arms.

  True to his words, the shadow didn’t leave, and when morning came, he waited for the kid to wake up before returning to the dark. The tiny yawn the equal size child gave just made the creature all the more fond. How this happened, no one knew. The child was just so sweet and small. You’d never think he’d have the ability to betray someone. It made it so easy to let down your walls. “G’morning, Shadow Dad..” The kid muttered as he woke up.

  The shadow placed him gently in front of him. “Good morning, Xiaotian. Have a pleasant dream?” The creature asked. The kid nodded, turned around and laid back against the shadow’s lap. He couldn’t help his instincts telling him to groom the cub, and of course, the kid was fine with it. He almost passed out again, but the shadow started snapping in front of his face. “Stay awake now, bud. You have school and your parents are coming to let you out.”

  His… No, the kid’s eyes snapped open at that and he started panicking. “B-but Shadow Dad! I don’t wanna go! Can’t I stay?” The cub pleaded.

  The darkness sighed. He didn’t want the kid to go either. It’s lonely in the shadows, but he needed to go. Until the boy’s actual parents did something unforgivable, he would have to give the boy less comfort than he could. “Here, bud.” He said as he handed the boy a smaller lantern. “If you ever need me, turn this on. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” His ears twitched. “You might wanna hide it, though. Your parents are coming and I don’t think they’ll want you talking to me.”

  As his Shadow Dad stood and grabbed his own lantern, Xiaotain shoved his in his pocket and grabbed the other’s wrist. “What if I wanna see you in class?” He asked in a frenzy.

  “I doubt anyone’s gonna immediately jump to you sneaking a living shadow into class. Anytime. As long as you’re fully dressed.” He couldn’t help but add. The cub immediately started going ‘ew! Gross! No!’ as his new friend chuckled. “Hehe. Alright. See you around, Xiaotain.”

  “Bye Shadow Dad!”

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Alright! End of chapter one! As always, feel free to make whatever you want in this AU and tell me any critiques. Now, as always,

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