#cracking things on his ginormous chin

[snackugaki]

this goes out to all my art homies who struggle with riseLeo’s shape language

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 7th

miguel o’hara x breaking the bed

miguel often forgot how ginormous he was. forgot to be careful.

you’d seen the serious and brooding man nearly smack his head on low doorways, and have to catch himself from falling through glass panels of rooftops that couldn’t hold his weight. you both should have guessed this would happen at some point.

honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t see it coming. the bed was creaking louder than ever from the sheer force it was rocking, the wooden headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall in quick successions— but you weren’t listening to that, all you could focus on was miguel’s quiet groans and pants in your ear.

you were sobbing and drooling into the soft pink pillow you usually slept soundly on, your ass thrust obscenely into the air and back arch held firmly down by his strong hands. he frees one to bring it round to your chin, lifting it so that he could speak lowly into your ear again, strong chest pressed to your bare back. “you’re breathing, yeah?” it came out rough, strained like he was holding back. almost like he didn’t care much for the answer? his pelvis clapped against your ass each time he pounded into you and it took you a few seconds to formulate an answer.

“y-yeah! yes!” you cry out, though you weren’t sure if you were breathing, just hyper aware of the drool clinging to your chin. as if reading your mind miguel swipes at it with his thumb briefly before shoving your head back down. he winces, chin to his chest as he presses down harder on your back, really nestling himself up against your cervix for a moment as he relishes in the way your cunt clamps down on him. “está apretadito, mami” he groans, more to himself before continuing on with his rapid pace.

until of course, there was a splitting sound — like wood cracking, and then the mattress suddenly sunk a few inches. he stills, and you gasp. he really broke the fucking bed.

“god, m-mig—” you try and push yourself up on shaky elbows, because it feels like the right thing to do — but he pushes you back down, panting.

“shh, shh. quédate quieto, hm?” he rasps, his hips starting to move again.

“my bed—”

“can buy a new one for you. whatever you want.”

with that, you were satisfied. plus, you couldn’t will yourself to actually care — not when he was this deep inside you.

[goldenlaquer]

Yan + birthday?👀

(I remember he's a Gemini so his bday should be soon-unless I missed it??😳 I'm gonna commit seppuku if that's the case-)

(COMMIT NO SEPPUKU TODAY MY LOVE Yan's bday is June 14 and you haven't missed a thing 🥹💗💗💗💗💗)

Yeah, this is fucking weird.

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It's your birthday.

"Can..."

Your one special day.

"Can I..."

On a day like this, it is customary to receive gifts.

"Yan, can I, sorry, but could I..."

For just this one day, it wouldn't be selfish to ask for something a little more special.

"Yan, please! Could I—

Like a daughter asking her father for the latest phone. Or a lonely housewife asking her estranged husband for a divorce. Or you, asking Yan if he'd let you—

"—could I motorboat your chest?"

Your face and ears burn, hot enough to fry an egg and the remnants of your dwindling dignity. Breath is audible and trembling with the weight of your needful shame. You bow so low until your forehead is practically touching your knees.

But if you need to go lower, if you need to prostrate yourself, go hands and knees, burrow deep into the dirt like a worm in order for a chance to motorboat Yan— you'd do it, oh gods yes you'd do it, without hesitation.

From somewhere miles above your bowed head, silence.

Your voice is a croak. "Just one time. Please, Yan. I'll never ask for anything again."

Silence again.

You close your eyes, praying. "It's my birthday."

Continued silence.

Until, something grasps the back of your head.

It holds firmly, with care, then you are lifted.

You barely suppress a squeak as your feet are cleared off the ground. Up you go, slowly raised with the pure strength of one, ginormous hand clasping your entire head— your fixed visual field running up the length of a mountainous torso, the divots of a strong throat, until the unaffected expression of Yan's face is brought into your view.

You stare at each other. Your eyes as big and round as saucer. His as deep and dark as a dead fish's.

After a charged moment, his chin dips down. A curt nod. And you don't process the meaning of it, until your eyes are flickering to his other free hand, as it moves to the knots at the front of his shirt, thick fingers surprising nimble in the way it unclasps each knot, black cloth unraveling, the expanse of massive chest unveiled.

His breasts. His glorious mounds of heavenly flesh. His Double D knockers. You whimper as your own chest swells in automatic response, a sad attempt to assert dominance.

Gratitude and 'oh gods' flow free from your mouth as you are moved again, your head brought closer and closer to where you need it most.

And then you arrive home. There's a crack to announce your nose smashing against a hard plane. It might be bleeding, but you don't know, and you don't care. You are blind and ignorant to everything beyond the sacredness of this moment. You don't even realize that you're crying. Tears rolling down to lubricate your cheeks as you slowly shake your head side to side, coating your face ear to ear, rooting deep like a pig in the strength of his chest. To the side of one great pectoral, you form a seal with your mouth to the hot skin, inflating your cheeks and blowing hard:

Brrrr. Brrrr. Brrrr.

The shockwave of your blows travel through his breasts, vibrating and jumping the skin and muscles underneath. You turn your cheek and do the same to the other side.

Brrrr. Brrrr. Brrrr.

Your lips pop from his skin with a wet sound, and you get right back to digging your face into the middle of his boobs, vigorously shaking back and forth, humming.

From somewhere above, a deep voice saying,

Happy birthday.

[ssparksflyy]

sleepover ༉‧₊˚.

pairing : jason grace x gn!reader summary : sleepovers are a common thing in your relationship with jason, but some nights, you decide to have official 'full teenage experience' ones. tonight, was one of those nights warning(s) : none !! just fluff word count : 1.4k a/n : hihi! i actually got something out this week! who woulda thought! anyway i hope u enjoy this and have a great day/night <3

you knocked rhythmically on the door to cabin one. it was a special knock you and jason had established, so you'd know the difference between each other and another camper.

of course, no other camper was going to be knocking on his door this late. it was after curfew, but it was always the thought that mattered.

you took a step back, adjusting your bag that was filled to the brim with snacks, dvds, and extra blankets.

there was a smile on your face that just couldn't leave. you loved 'offical' sleepovers with jason. you loved feeling like a normal teenager who was able to have fun sleepovers with their boyfriend, never having a care in the world. and even though you simply couldn't have a 'normal' life together, you both put in everything to pretend you could.

after you knocked, you heard a quick shuffle from inside the cabin. the shuffle was quickly followed with hurried footsteps, then jason opening the door, a mile wide grin on his face when he saw you.

"you ready?", he asked, moving aside to let you in.

"of course", you replied, kissing his cheek before you walked into the zeus cabin.

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩

as you walked into the cabin, your smile couldn't help but grow as you saw what jason had did to his cabin.

the cabin was covered in pillows, blankets, and . even zeus' ginormous statue in the middle of the room was covered with a blanket. thank goodness, that statue creeped you out.

"well, what do you think?" jason asked, as he closed the door and leaned on his bunk frame, the smile on his face wide as ever.

"it looks amazing!" you said, the lights illuminating your face and causing your eyes to twinkle.

jason smiled widely. not only because you loved his attempt at decorating, but because of how amazing you looked. how the soft fairy lights managed to enhance your features, how comfortable you looked in your pajamas, it was one of the many times where he realized how lucky he was to have you.

he was snapped out of his haze when you noticed his staring and said, "whatcha lookin' at lover boy?"

he felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and realized he probably had that 'stupidly-in-love' look on his face again. he cleared his throat and straightened himself out as he said, "you, of course"

he meant to sound confident saying that, but it came out much more squeaky than he intended.

you laughed at his unexpected voice crack and set down your bag. you sat on the floor, surrounded by pillows and blankets. you patted the spot next to you, signaling him to sit down. as jason walked over, you pulled out the snacks and movies you had brought. he plopped himself down next to you, laying his head on your shoulder.

you laid out the movie options you brought. mamma mia, 10 things i hate about you, a cinderella story, and captain america: civil war.

( SO RANDOM IK, IF U DONT LIKE ANY OF THOSE PICK UR FAV MOVIE LMAO &lt;3 )

"take your pick" you said, laying your head on top of his.

"hmm, what about (whatever movie u would pick)?" he said, picking the movie up.

"sure!" you said, smiling and reaching over to the dvd player that was connected to his projector and putting the dvd in.

you settled back down and leaned against the pillows behind you.

jason wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder once again.

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩

as the movie played, the two of you cuddled and told each other about your days.

around midway through the movie, jason began what turned into a dedicated game of truth or dare.

"ok, ok, ok, my turn to ask" you say, a warm smile on your face, "truth or dare?"

"hmmm," jason hums, patting his chin with his index finger, "hmmmm, well that is the question! so many possibilities could come out of my answer! i could totally mess up my life with this, i mean- what if i choose truth but the fates set me up to choose dare? would i be in trouble? would i die? would-"

"jason!" you exclaimed, hitting his arm gently.

"alright, alright!" he said, laughing, "for the fates, i choose dare"

"finally! okay, i dare you toooo," you began, looking around the room for an idea, eyes landing on jason's 'fearless' vinyl that was on his wall, "oh i know! i dare you to sing karaoke"

(man idk how i was supposed to say that, also fearless is an album by taylor swift, the one with love story and you belong with me on it, just in case ya didnt know)

he grinned and said, "bet."

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩

truth be told, when he tried, jason could sing wonderfully. but in a time like this where it was just you and him, his only goal was to make you laugh at his ridiculous singing voice.

but he didnt even need to start singing to get you laughing. the second he clicked on the lyric video of "you belong with me", you were in a fit of giggles.

he cleared his throat dramatically and held a hairbrush like a microphone as he began singing, "you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset-"

you couldn't help it. you were giggling uncontrollably. really, it wasn't as funny as you were making it seem. but you couldn't help it. maybe it was so late that anything seemed funny, you weren't keeping track of time.

"she's going off about something that you said, cause she doesn't get your humor like i doooo~" he continued, moving his hips to the beat of the song, "i'm in my room, it's a typical tuesday night. i'm listeneing to the kind of music she doesn't like, and she'll never know your story like i do~"

jason gave a full performance singing that song. he was dancing, jumping around, and doing hair flips. you were cheering him on, clapping and laughing.

when he finished, he bowed dramatically as you gave him a standing ovation and saying, "bravo! bravo! encore!"

he laughed while shaking his head and said, "no, no, (n/n). it's your turn now"

"what? no, no, i dared you to do that, i don't have to do anything" you said in a "as-a-matter-of-fact" voice.

jason didn't say anything. instead, he walked over to you and picked you up as if you weighed nothing.

"jason!" you exclaimed, laughing, "put me down!"

"not unless you sing!" he said, beginning to spin.

"okay! okay!" you said, giggling.

he put you down and kissed your forehead. you turned around and started searching for a song to sing.

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩

you both took turns singing your favorite songs. jason only sung love songs and pointed at you anytime he said something romantic. for a few songs, you did a duet a dramatically sang your hearts out.

finally, you both collapsed back into the fortress of pillows and blankets. your foreheads were bedded with sweat from jumping around and dancing.

you put another movie on, knowing you most likely wouldn't be paying much attention to it.

jason had his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. you were playing with his hair, trying to make it stand up.

while your eyes focused on jason's hair, he couldn't help but stare at you. he studied your face, admiring the same features he adored since he first saw you. you were gorgeous, and he wanted to tell you, but couldn't seem to find a way to describe you. you were his everything, he didn't need anything more.

"i love you" he said, moving one of his hands to your face and cupping it.

you looked down from his hair and smiled, "i love you too, jason."

he smiled then connected your lips, you happily kissed him back. turns out you ended up putting captain america on, and as you kissed, the avengers fought with each other on screen. the two of you didn't mind though. it felt natural. people fighting in the background of your lives. just as you did everyday, you ignored it. you ignored the fighting and focused on jason. that's the way it was, and the way it'd always be. and truth be told, you wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n pt. 2 : ayy, thank you so much for reading! lmk what u think! as always, likes, comments and reblogs are very greatly appreciated <3 every time i get a notif, the little guy in my head throws a party and does a bunch of backflips, he's kinda weird. also, sorry if i kinda input my interest a bit too much there, but what can i sayyyyy, jason is 100% a fearless guy, you can't change my minddd :( anyways, once again, tysm for reading, love ya lots!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

[ms3ox]

knuckle cracking ain’t for the faint of heart

drabble — 571 words, pairing: glamrock freddy/reader

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You sat in Freddy’s green room tapping mindlessly on your phone. It was a slow night at the Pizzaplex, which left you with virtually no responsibilities to attend to. You took sanctuary in Freddy’s room.

“Ah, it is you! Come in,” he said, beckoning you inside with a friendly hand.

So there you sat, just as bored as you were before, but now in the added company of a ginormous, animatronic bear. You set your phone down, taking a deep breath and stretching. You curled your hand around your fist, cracking your knuckles on each hand, feeling the tension between your joints fade with every pop. In your peripherals, however, you spotted the bear gawking in horror at you.

“Oh, stars, are you alright? Did you just break something?” He asked, blue eyes scanning you worriedly, “I will go and fetch a splint right away!”

You watched Freddy shoot to his feet, pacing nervously around his room and trying to find something to help. You put up your hands defensively, actively trying to show him that you were, in fact, perfectly fine and did not require a splint.

“Freddy, what the hell—“

He pointed a claw at you, “Language.”

You waved him off, “what in the world are you talking about? A splint? For what? I haven’t broken anything!”

Freddy turned to you anxiously, brows furrowed with concern, “do not lie to me, superstar, I heard something crack a moment ago! Usually, cracking within the human body is cause for concern.” He tapped a nail to his chin, murmuring to himself, “should I alert the main office…?”

“Wait- wait, wait. Are you talking about me cracking my knuckles…?”

“So you admit it then! You did fracture something!”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. Was he seriously unaware of the concept of cracking one’s knuckles? Of course, it’s not like he, himself would be capable of doing it, but surely someone in the plex has done it in front of him before? You sighed, squeezing the bridge of your nose.

“Freddy. Do a quick vital scan on me.”

He scanned you.

“Do you see anything wrong?”

“Well, no…but—“

“When I said I cracked my knuckles, I didn’t mean I actually cracked them, bud. It’s a bedazzled way of saying you popped the air bubbles between your joints. Tons of people do it. Completely normal human thing. No bones were fractured, I promise.” To emphasize your point, you curled your fingers in and out of your palm to show him that you were, in fact, not injured in the slightest.

Freddy huffed the robotic equivalent of a disappointed sigh and walked over to you, taking your hands into his own, much larger ones and cradling them, lowering himself to your eye level.

“Well, if you say so, then I believe you, superstar. Just know that if you are ever in need of medical attention, I am capable of giving first-aid and various emergency procedures.”

His sparkly blue eyes looked at you affectionately, worry dissipating. You patted his head.

“You would know if I’m injured before I’d know, you big goof.”

The two of you sat silently for a moment, just staring at each other. The only reason you didn’t point out the pregnant silence was because you could see a thought bubbling behind Freddy’s eyes. He opened his palms, looking between you and your hands.

“Do you think…I could ‘crack my knuckles’?”

You laughed.

[dourpeep]

The Harbingers + you nicely bullying each other is a dynamic I can get behind!

Though imagine, the reader is a ginormous Queen fan. Posters, CDs, collectibles, all that. It's all fine and good until Scaramouche hears that one song ...

-🎃

The moment you meet Scaramouche, it's the one thing that you've wanted to do.

Seriously?? Who nicknames (names??? You don't realize it's just a nickname that stuck) their kid Scaramouche--

But oh boy. Ohhhh boy.

The moment that you become a part of their little friend group, it's ON.

One day, you're hanging out in the dorm room, Scaramouche bored as he leans his cheek on his fist, Signora scrolling through social media, Tartaglia peeking over her shoulder and commenting on every picture...so you ask if they're up to listening to some music.

The moment it goes on, Tartaglia perks up. Blue eyes shoot to glance at Scaramouche, then back to you with a big grin. Of the three, he's the only one to join in on singing along.

Signora is indifferent. Scaramouche is somewhat entertained. Especially with the way that you and Tartaglia grabbed some random objects to use as microphones.

Huh. Who knew that Tartaglia wasn't a half-bad singer?

It's even funnier when the two of you start miming out parts of the song, Tartaglia pressing a hand over his heart dramatically while you point your finger to his head temple with your thumb up like a mock weapon.

Then the guitar solo.

The music quiets down before a light beat begins and Tartaglia laughs.

He squints in Scaramouche's direction with a hand on his chin while you point.

"I see a little silhouette of a man-"

"Scaramouche!"

"Scaramouche!!"

Then the two of you grin while said roommate is entirely caught off guard.

"Will you do the fandango???"

After the next few lines, he stands up, cracking his knuckles as the realization settles in and starts for you both. Tartaglia's already at the door, holding it open but stepping in place.

"I'll show you frightening--"

You and Tartaglia end up in the fountain out in the courtyard after being chased out and around by Scaramouche, laughing your asses off despite being utterly soaked.

[sooibian]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Pairing: Kyungsoo x fem!Reader ft. big brother Junmyeon, arch enemy Sehun

Genre/Themes: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Crack, Loosely inspired by the anime Horimiya

Warnings: Sexual themes, themes of sadism and masochism (nothing explicit), slight swearing.

Description: It’s Sehun’s wedding party. Kyungsoo knew these couple of hours with you were going to be anything but pleasant, however, he didn’t expect things to spiral so quickly. 

A/N: Thank you @his-mochi-cheeks​ for encouraging me to upload this. Shy tagging my closeted dandanies @vampwrrr​ and @changshapatrol​​ since this one sparked joy.

Word count: 2.7k

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To Kyungsoo, the best thing about weddings was the feast but since you sat sulkily sipping on green juice - whatever the fuck that monstrosity was made of - he couldn't muster the courage to gorge on bulgogi and galbi in front of you. Especially not since it was a "your side of the family" wedding and your big brother Junmyeon wouldn't quit looking at him as if he were a ticking time bomb.

He’d gone out with you for five years before finally asking you to marry him four years ago. As much as he tried, Kyungsoo failed to make peace with the fact that Junmyeon still hadn't warmed up to him. Kyungsoo firmly believed in cause and effect and he just couldn’t tell when and how he’d faltered to warrant such iciness from Junmyeon. Events like these made his thoughts tread deeper into the “where did I go wrong?” labyrinth with no escape in sight.

Kyungsoo’s stomach growled, the proximity to the buffet area wasn’t helping. He stupidly slapped a hand on it as if to stop the sound from reaching you but despite the loud music and raucous conversations, you noticed. So you offered him a sip of the disgusting green gloop which he politely declined.

Shrugging, you sing-songed mindlessly, "Oof the barbecue stall sure looks inviting."

He suspiciously studied the ever so slight movements in your features, every microexpression and chose the safest response of taking your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, and planting a soft kiss between your knuckles - conscious of the fact that he’d have to tolerate the hunger pangs for just a bit longer. He was dead sure you’d ask him to stop at a McDonald's on your two hour drive back home. None of these green gloop diets have lasted over twelve hours.

Resting his chin in his hand, Kyungsoo peered over his glasses and looked around the luxuriously and aesthetically decorated lawn. In front of the gazebo Oh Sehun and his bride slow-danced to a song he couldn’t recognise. Sehun's hand mischievously slipped down his bride's waist and she teasingly punched his chest in response. She giggled and swayed in his arms as Sehun looked into her eyes with all the love glimmering in his own. Thinking back to his own wedding day, Kyungsoo smiled to himself and planted yet another kiss on your hand. Features contorted by the nasty taste of the juice, to him you still looked just as radiant as you did on your wedding day. In the moment he wanted nothing more than to join the couples on the dance floor, wrap his arms around your waist, and sway to the rhythm of the romantic, soft beats.

So he turned to you and asked enthusiastically, “Lets dance?”

“Kyungsoo - ,” pinching the bridge of your nose, you only reacted with a scowl.

Your damp response instantly soured his expression. “Come on! Don’t be such a sourpuss!” He exclaimed, tugging at your arm.

Kyungsoo observed keenly as your gaze reluctantly turned to a euphoric Sehun. Through gritted teeth, you justified, “It’s my arch-nemesis’ wedding. What do you expect?”

Junmyeon was the Academic Director of Museum Studies at Seoul National University and Sehun was his favourite student, almost like a younger brother to him and as his biological sister, you somehow felt threatened by their relationship. Over the years, your insecurity had manifested in the way of an inexplicable resentment towards Sehun.

“Why did we even come, then?” Kyungsoo reasoned.

“To avoid having to listen to Junmyeon whinging and whining for an eternity,” you dead-panned.

“You mean the way I’ve been tolerating your whining ever since we received the wedding invite?” Kyungsoo grumbled.

Wagging your finger at him, you said, “That’s a low blow, Kyungsoo.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Kyungsoo pursed his lips and continued arguing with you, “Who even brings their own meal to a goddamn wedding?”

You rolled your eyes before listlessly scrolling through your phone. Kyungsoo understood exactly what you were upto. While you didn’t want anybody to fault you for skipping the wedding, you needed to make it known to everyone present that you were here merely out of courtesy.

On the other hand, Kyungsoo was quite fond of Sehun. The guy was fun and even-tempered and Kyungsoo truly admired people who were uncomplicated, people with whom he could freely speak his mind. It’s why he fell in love with you in the first place and stayed in love...despite all of your pettiness and quirks. Quirks that made Kyungsoo shake in his boots. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pushed those thoughts out of his head and heaved a sigh of relief upon realizing that your eccentricity wouldn’t rear its ugly head at a family celebration.

He was jolted out of his reverie by Junmyeon who slammed a plate of dakgalbi in front of him. Kyungsoo immediately shoved his phone into an inside pocket of his blazer, inwardly reprimanding himself for behaving all the more suspiciously in front of your elder brother.

Squinting sceptically, Junmyeon remarked, “I didn’t see you at the buffet -”

“Ah - we’ve been meaning to -” Kyungsoo tried explaining the situation without having to put you in a spot. He thought, after an uncomfortably long pause, Junmyeon would drop the conversation, but he didn't. Kyungsoo gingerly ran his fingers over his brows to check if Junmyeon's intense glare had burned holes into his head. You on the other hand had your gaze fixed on your phone and didn’t break character even for a second - not even to help your husband out of an awkward conversation. So Kyungsoo picked up a pair of chopsticks to help himself to a piece of dakgalbi but Junmyeon slapped his hand away and snarled, “Ladies first.”

"O-of course," Kyungsoo stuttered, pushing the plate towards you.

"I don't wanna eat," you answered the two men, eyes now on a blank screen. Left with no choice, Kyungsoo slowly and sadly put his chopsticks down, his stomach making its annoyance known, while Junmyeon started to nag you for acting 'uppity as usual'.

Your show of indifference when Junmyeon animatedly whisper-scolded you, had started to make Kyungsoo anxious. The moment he tried to excuse himself to the bathroom, he felt your bare foot on his shoe and he froze into a still frame.

Kyungsoo shook his head at you and mouthed, 'Not now!' but you merely shot him a sweet smile in response.

"Are you even listening to me?" Junmyeon lambasted you.

"No and I haven't been listening for quite sometime now." Your reply sent a chill down Kyungsoo's spine. He was feeling a lot of things...all at once and with your toes boldly riding up his shin, he thought he'd burst at the seams. He made a mental note to have certain ground rules in place for situations like these - you weren’t much of a listener but this time he was sure to make himself heard.

"You won't be eating either?" Junmyeon asked Kyungsoo, shooting him yet another indignant glare. Kyungsoo smoothly moved his chair out of your reach but just as he extended his hand towards the plate, Junmyeon huffed angrily and walked away with it and Kyungsoo felt his heart sink to his stomach.

Tormenting Kyungsoo with a game of footsie for a while, you excused yourself to the ladies room. Ten minutes later, his phone chimed with a text from you.

'Can you come and get me? I think I'm lost.'

'No.' He replied. He was determined to not walk into your trap.

Kyungsoo clearly remembers the first time he was introduced to that side of your personality. Freshman year - it had been a few months since he'd asked you out. One evening, when things had gotten hot and heavy between the two of you, he had heard you say, 'Slap me, Soo.'

At first he thought he'd heard wrong so he ignored you but you said it again causing him to immediately pull away. Aghast, he asked, 'What did you say?'

'Slap me,' you blinked at him.

He intently studied your face - the most beautiful and the least punchable face he'd ever laid his eyes on. He wanted to do many things to you and all of them essentially involved making you feel loved and cherished and what you were asking of him was the exact opposite of how he felt about you. 

Eyes wide and lips pursed, you stood for a reaction but he would give you none. 

'Don't you love me?' You asked softly, batting your eyelashes at him. Little did you know, in that moment, he was too numb and too naked to make sense of the situation. 

At first he faulted his own personality. Kyungsoo was known to have picked a few fights here and there, had multiple piercings, and visible tattoos. Over the years, he got rid of it all and started dressing preppy but nothing changed. You still continued to ask of him something he was unwilling to give. So after a few ups and downs in your relationship, Kyungsoo finally reconciled with the fact that you were something of a sadist masochist only when it came to him.

His phone buzzed with your reply: 'The gardens at this hotel are ginormous. There's no staff here, I don't know how to find stupid lanky boy's stupid wedding party. I'm waiting by the restroom area please come and get me? ❤️'

Kyungsoo knew that you were directionally challenged. He'd test you at random and you could never tell left from right. Also, the lawn did sprawl over a considerable area but something just didn't feel right. Chewing on a hangnail, Kyungsoo sat thinking of a fitting reply only to receive another text from you.

A tempting one.

'If you come and get me now, we'll get out of here directly. No need to go back to the party.'

'What about your brother?' Asked Kyungsoo.

His phone blinked with a 'Pfft 🤪'

Patiently, he reiterated, 'I asked, what about your brother?'

'I promise I'll deal…'

'....?'

'Nicely 😘'

'Ok ❤️'

.

.

.

Kyungsoo gaped at you while you twirled his tie between your fingers and pleaded with him in a sultry voice, "Just once? Please?"

He was well aware that you knew for a fact he couldn't refuse you. Nevertheless, this time he firmly held his ground, "Are you crazy? Your entire family, your brother is just a couple metre's distance from here!"

"Kyungsoo please?" You caged him between a grainy concrete wall and your torso. The only respite to Kyungsoo in that situation was the fact that the area was poorly lit and there was not a soul in sight.

He cupped your face in his hands, planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and crouched down to whisper against your lips, "I'm not - I'm not sla- I'm not doing any of that here. Let's go home." After a lot of struggle, he finally managed to free himself from your Senior Superintendent General of Police grasp with a smirk on his face that said all your police training got nothing on him.

"Let's go," he held your hand and took a long stride towards the exit but you stayed firmly rooted to your place.

"Drag me out of here, then," you commanded.

You didn't budge and Kyungsoo wouldn't have caved under any other circumstance but…. he was hungry. Really hungry - making his stiff spine melt like candle wax. So he steeled himself, looked into your eyes, dropped his tone to a gruff, husky tenor, grabbed your wrist a little too tightly and threatened you, "Move your ass, __. Don't make me tell you again."

Exasperated, he rolled his eyes at the way yours twinkled at his crass behaviour.

"Gimme more," you said breathily.

The only way to get out of here was to stay in character so Kyungsoo did exactly that. He roughly pushed you against a wall (as gently as he could if it makes sense) and growled, "What makes you think you can act all buddy buddy with me, you ditz!" but before he could go any further he heard a man's voice yell, "How dare you!?"

Startled like a deer caught in headlights - in this case the flashlight of Junmyeon's latest iPhone - Kyungsoo turned around to find the brawny man leaping at him in attack mode at full throttle. Kyungsoo ducked, anticipating a heavy physical impact but it didn't come. He opened his eyes to you tackling Junmyeon to the ground and scolding him, "How dare you encroach upon our privacy and attack my husband!" while twisting his arm at every emphasis.

Very rarely was Kyungsoo grateful about the fact that you were a cop and this was one such occasion. He quickly moved to get you off of Junmyeon's back while the man cried out in pain, defending himself, "Pri-privacy? This is a bloody public place!"

Panting, you eventually let go of Junmyeon, fixed your hair and earrings and straightened your satin silk very pale pink dress (one that was almost white under the wrong lighting but despite Kyungsoo's repeated requests, you ended up in white at a wedding). But as soon as Junmyeon regained composure, he lunged to attack Kyungsoo again, screaming, "I always knew that there was something off about you!"

"Yah yah yahhhh!" You held Junmyeon back like you would do a violent criminal as Kyungsoo ducked again out of fear.

"Enough!" You shrieked at Junmyeon.

Kyungsoo's big brown eyes were fixed on your brother's terrifying demeanour as he barked, "I can't believe you're scolding me after what I just witnessed! That man, that man was hurting you!"

"That man? Better watch your tone Oppa, he's my husband!"

"You can't be that blinded by love or...whatever this is! Does he have something on you? You can tell me! You know I know all the right people to get you out of this mess -"

"Hyungnim -" Kyungsoo attempted to defuse the extremely tense situation but stopped short as you held your hand up at him.

"For heaven's sake, I'm happy, healthy, and safe in my marriage. That's all you need to know. Now go back to your baby brother's celebration and leave us alone!" Hand on your hip, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"I'm not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Junmyeon glowered at Kyungsoo.

The younger man didn't know how to clarify this without embarrassing you and in a state of blind panic all he could think of admitting to some sort of a dissociative identity disorder. But before he could lose any more brownie points with your brother, you came to his rescue albeit not doing much to help his already strained relationship with Junmyeon.

"Kyungsoo, you don't have to tell him anything. You, Sir, talk to me. No need to drag my husband into this mess!"

Junmyeon scoffed before breaking into a hysterical laughter, "You're unbelievable, little sister. Unbelievable!"

Kyungsoo closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and started, "Hyungnim, I- "

"You have the unmitigated gall to still be standing here!" Junmyeon snapped at Kyungsoo, causing the younger man to bury his face in his hands. When the brother sister duo fell silent, Kyungsoo looked up again to find Jumyeon taking furiously long strides towards the wedding party.

"I told you this was a bad idea," Kyungsoo said quietly, rubbing the corner of his eye, as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest.

"I'll fix it, I promise. I'll speak to him when he's calmed down a little," you replied, softly patting your husband's back, "Do you want to stop at a McDonald's on our way back?

Kyungsoo chuckled, squeezing you in a tight hug and kissing the top of your head, "I hate you."

"I love you, too!" You chirped, and his features lit up with his beautiful heart-shaped smile.

"So? McDonald's?" You asked coyly.

He cradled your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. When you drew a staggered breath in response, he felt a wave of heat flushing through him. You giggled against his lips causing Kyungsoo to firmly pull your body to his. He scooped you up in his arms, kissing you with an increased fervour and rendering you breathless.

Gently pulling away, he answered in a husky, gruff voice, "Sure, dumb bitch. Took you long enough."

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Din Djaren x force sensitive reader - A Moment Of Bliss

Summary: You’re trying to meditate but your boys have other plans for you.

Warning: child being cute, fluff, SMUT, Din being the best space husband

Side note: wrote this before I learned the child’s name is Grogu, that is all.

Masterlist

You and your small clan of two have been stationed on a beautiful rolling grassland of a planet, ginormous stocky umbrella like trees sprouting from the flat land every couple miles from one another. They’re honestly quite the sight to behold, and something that you’re grateful for considering there’s no sand in sight. Honestly the most blessed thing of all that this wonderous planet has to offer, you can’t say you’re a real fan of the desert by any means.

Although you’re not exactly fond of the real reasoning why you’re here, it just so happened that Mando had gotten himself into some trouble when he captured the last bounty. A trafficking lord who just wasn’t as clever as he thought, earning himself some chains and a go around in a fun little thing called carbonite.

Nonetheless, his minions had tracked you two down after the bounty had been cashed in, slightly damaging the Razor Crest before Mando was able to lose them with some quick witted maneuvering. But you’re certain they’re still hunting you guys somewhere close by in the galaxy. 

So for the time being, Din has decided for your band of three to lay low on this beautiful planet until he’s sure that the petty criminals have given up, or until you both get bored enough and decide to finish them off yourselves.

Which is all fine for you, what could be better then a tiny vacation away from shady scavengers and untrustworthy pimps? Nothing really, so to make the most out of your fortunately unfortunate escape/ temporary vacation. You’ve chosen to spend your afternoon helping the child practice his growing powers. Although it appears the little guy is more interested in a shiny purple crystal that he found minding its business on the gravely ground.

Sitting yourself in a criss cross position upon the soft grass, you close your eyes as you prepare to meditate when suddenly the child makes the most adorable babbling sound, with an amused smile you open your eyes to look down at him, “I’ll let that slide.” He gurgles while tilting his head to the side, his big green ears flopping ever so slightly as he possibly considers your comment.

Watching him decide to sit down and instead play with the purple crystal, earns a little smirk upon your face as you shut your eyes once again. This time he doesn’t do anything to break your concentration, so taking the blessed opportunity you’re finally able to zone in on the force. Laying your arms onto your folded legs you open your palms, feeling the world around you, sensing the energy flowing in as you begin to rise from the ground.

The child watches in silent awe as small fist sized rocks begin to float and flow in circles around you, your contact with the grass no more. For a couple minutes you’re able to sustain your deep meditation, then a tiny little coo is heard from below as it shuffles in the dirt. You almost lose focus at the intruding noise, but your zoned out enough to come back to the welcoming bleary void of the force.

Another couple minutes go by before an adorable noticeably louder coo pricks at your ears, letting out a huff, you remain in the air, the pebbles and rocks around you keeping themselves suspended just the same. You focus even harder, letting yourself feel weightless and in control as you levitate above the grass, the child deciding to coo and babble once more.

“Shut up you’re gonna break my concentration,” You whisper softly as you carefully continue to levitate mere inches off of the ground. Just then the child suddenly lets out a loud messy sneeze, your face falling in irritation, “Aaaand it’s gone.” You deadpan before falling on your butt with a hmph, the little guy giggling in amusement. You fake glare at him before falling back into the soft grass as you look up to the blue sea of sky when suddenly a dark shinning shadow towers above you.

“How’s the meditation going?” Wonders Din as he joins your little party from where he once was, tending to the ship that is.

Sighing, you pull yourself up from the grass and into a proper seated position as you turn your attention to Din, “Not terribly.” You reply with a love struck grin as you lightly pat the grassy spot next to you, “Sit with me?” He looks at the area before bringing himself down to your level.

“Couldn’t hurt to relax for a minute.” Inquires Din as you roll your eyes.

“We’re being hunted Din, I think this little get away vacation of ours calls for a bit more then just a minute of relaxation. Don’t you agree?” He turns his helmet to you, the black T of his armored face showing you back your own distorted reflection.

“Gives me time to work on the ship.”

Nudging his arm that’s mere inches from your own you look at him with a smile, “Okay so that’s how it’s gonna be, you’re just glad to be working on the ship?” You muse with a fake scoff while shaking your head at him, “I should have known.”

“What? No that’s not...that’s not what I meant Y/N.” He rushes worriedly as you scoot yourself closer to him.

Softly chuckling at his quick reaction, you lean into his side as you casually lace his gloved hand with your own, “I know what you meant. But just cause I’m me, I’d rather have you in my arms then fiddling with that hunk of metal.” You explain before setting your chin against his beskar covered shoulder. You can’t see it, but he’s smiling underneath that helmet of his, looking deeply into your loving gaze.

“Likewise.”

Snaking your arms around the one closest to you, he ever so slightly leans into your touch, “Please take off your helmet so I can see those enticing dark eyes of yours. Please?” You urge with a light squeeze of his arm, “I can’t exactly kiss you like this...no ones around to see anything....and anyways we’re married so I automatically get a free pass.”

He gently squeezes your hand before reaching his arms up to his head, you hear a soft click and a whoosh of air as he pulls off his helmet. A blissful smile breaks out onto your beaming face as his fluffy brown locks appear before you, styled every which way as they embrace their new freedom.

He sets his shiny silver helmet to the side before pulling off his gloves as his dark irises find your face, you’re unabashedly biting your lip while you take in every single feature of his handsome face, “It’s a good thing you wear that helmet of yours,” You lean in close, “cause all the ladies would be fighting each other for a chance to get with you. There’s no doubt in my mind.” You muse as the most adorable of smiles graces his stunning features while he leans his head against yours, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

“I have a great suspicion that you’d fight them before they even had a chance to breath in my direction.” Retorts Din as his hands gently grasp your own.

“What? No way.....okay....maybe yes.” He smiles brightly before pulling back, only to let go of your hands as he engulfs you into a giant hug. You quickly squeeze back as you push him into the grass, laughing as the both of you fall onto the soft earth.

Your eyes find his shining dark ones as you lean in close, “We should stay here, disappear from the rest of the galaxy and go M.I.A forever.” He kisses you in reply, his lips are soft and inviting as he holds you impossibly close, the scruff of his day old unkept facial hair scratching your cheek.

He slowly pulls away, earning a pout from you once he’s able to see your face again, “That does sound appealing, but I know you’d get bored with the calmness. You like adventure too much to stay in one spot for very long.” He says with a knowing look as he leans in to plant soft kisses over your cheeks, “I know you Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes you lean down to kiss his nose, “That you do, Din. Sometimes annoyingly so.” You reply before breaking out into an abrupt laugh as you watch him study your face lovingly.

Suddenly you feel a little nudge by your boot, shifting your gaze away from Din you look over to your feet where the little womp rat is. He’s smiling adorably as he babbles some more, stretching his little arms out for one of you to take, making a cute grabby motion with his hands.

Heeding to his silent yearning you sit up to gently pick up the beaming child, “Oh and how could I forget you, my little green bean....you can have all the cuddles too.” He squeals in delight as you hold him close in your lap, Din scoots over so his head is by your thighs as he gently pets his little green son on his wrinkly head.

Running your fingers through Din’s helmet hair you make a funny face at the child causing him to laugh, “I guess staying here for another week couldn’t hurt. I’ve got my two favorite people in the whole galaxy....no need to rush things.” Mutters Din as he looks to you with the biggest heart eyes while you stick your tongue out at the child.

“I’d like that very much, our little green boy....you and me, alone, a ship all to ourselves...no one to bother us.” You add, a suggestive tone laced throughout your sly voice, Din’s eyebrows raise in interest at your intriguing words, much to your amusement.

“And I have time to work on my ship.” Replies Din, side eyeing you to see your reaction to his lackluster comment.

Shaking your head you lightly tug at his tangled hair while he laughs, “You little shit. I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you...you fucker.” A giggle escapes from your lips as you try and keep a serious face, Din attempting to do the same, though you’re both about to crack.

The baby starts to babble, as he wiggles his little body from side to side in an attempt at gaining back the both of your wandering attentions. Not being able to handle the sheer silliness in the atmosphere you let out a loud burst of laughter, Din following suite.

You watch as the sides of his eyes crinkle in joy, his belly rippling with each new inhalation and exhalation of air, “Din, would you like to see what we’ve been practicing on?” You ask as he finally calms down again.

“You’ve been practicing with him?” He asks with a smile, “I’d love to.”

Turning to the child in your lap you grab his sides before gently setting him onto the ground, “Okay little guy, remember you’re training....what we we’re doing yesterday. First we stick our hand out....and then we focus really hard on wanting to lift up the rocks. Okay.” The child coos in excitement as he lifts his clawed hand out to mirror your own, “Now close your eyes and feel...feel the power around you, the wind, the earth...call to it, let it flow.”

He suddenly lets out a little tut of determination as he does his best to focus, Din watches silently in anticipation for what may happen next. A beaming smile breaks out onto your face as a couple tiny pebbles begin floating off of the grass, the child lets out an excited babble as he celebrates his achievement, “You’re doing fantastic my little love, I’m so proud of you.” He coos even more as you gush in amazement, the pebbles falling to the grass as he gets distracted by your words of encouragement.

“But can Y/N lift some little stones?” Jokes Din as he gently nudges your arm, you raise an eyebrow to him before using the force to lift him a couple inches off of the grass. His eyes go wide for a second, clearly not expecting you to mess with him before you drop him onto the soft grass once again.

He lands with a dramatic huff, you look to him and your heart skips a beat as he eyes you up like a wolf to his prey, you swallow just as he suddenly tackles you into the soft green grass. You fall back with a yelp as your Mandalorian pins you to the ground, his beaming face so close to your own as he stares into your eyes with his dark ones.

“You think you’re real funny, hmm Y/N?” His voice is low and husky, his breath fanning your smirking face as he attempts to take the upper hand, “Cause that kinda hurt my arm.”

You simply roll your eyes, “I’ve seen you get swallowed by a Krayt dragon, you reckless man. Tough it out my love, you don’t want to make a bad impression on the little guy now do yo...” His soft lips are suddenly on yours as he shuts you up with his soft plush lips. The child waddles over towards the Razor Crest, uninterested with training and with whatever wrestling game you and Din are becoming entangled in.

You smile into the kiss as Din rests his weight in between your opened thighs and stomach, he rests his forearm upon the grass as his other hand caresses the side of your face. You bask in his body as your hands feel through his soft wavy locks, he moans into your mouth at the pleasant sensation, earning an amused chuckle from you.

Your opened mouth giving him enough space to stick his tongue into it as he teases you, you answer back just the same, your tongues dancing in the dark as he consumes you. He feels rather nice, you can’t help but to begin feeling a bit heated in your nether regions from the close proximity in this compromising position he has you in. Your body erupts with electricity as he starts to grind into you, the slow small friction against your clothed womanhood sending you into another realm of pleasure, and he’s not even inside you yet. 

“Right in the grass?” You mumble against his lips as he bucks against your hips, the sensation driving you insane.

Knowing exactly how it’s making you squirm, he feels rather proud of himself, “Ships too far.” Mutters Din between kisses as he reaches down to unclasp his belt.

Your lips stay locked, a surprised gasp leaving your mouth as Din tugs down your own pants. He sits up and quickly makes haste with discarding his armored torso, flinging off top clothing and undershirt as you lift up your arms for him to pull off yours. The fabric falling to the grass as the both of you take in each other’s nearly naked bodies, your thin undergarments the only pieces keeping you away from total bliss.

He rests himself upon his bent knees while dark pleading irises stare into your own, he’s asking silent permission to disrobe you of all clothing. A smile breaks out upon your flushed face, nodding in a silent yes, his eyes flash with excitement and lust as he reaches over to tug at the edges of the tight fabric, he gently pulls off your bra. Your breasts bounce once they’re free from their constraints, Din’s brows raising in excited surprise before leaning down to kiss each one before he captures your lips with his once more.

Din you have no idea what you do to me.

Deciding you’d quite like it if both of you were naked, you pull away, Din’s face following yours as he pouts. In reply to his protests you fall back into the grass, “My undies aren’t gonna take themselves off.” You muse with a lustful gaze upon your man, god you already feel so wet, Din’s most obviously hard and you’re so ready for him.

His cheeks are flushed as he gently grasps the hem of your underwear on either side of your hips, you lift your bum up when he slides them down your legs, abandoning them in the grassy field. Your heart soars when he leans down to plant a kiss on the inside of your bare thigh, then another and another as he trails up to your knee. He pulls away to look at you once again, his face a mask of pure love and adoration as he shimmies out of his bulging boxers.

Biting your lip, you lean up to meet his lips, he kisses you deeply as he rests his calloused hands into each one of your knees, ever so carefully he parts them. Your nerves sending a wave of heat into your core for the anticipation of what’s to come, both literally and figuratively. If not for the current events you’d be laughing, your wandering thoughts quickly dissipating away once he pushes you back so that you’re laying in the soft earth as he locks eyes with you.

Giving you the most beautiful of smiles he kisses your abdomen, then below your bellybutton, up to your stomach, and in between your breasts. He’s hovering annoyingly close to you. You arch into him, the skin of his torso meeting your exposed womanhood, a moan escapes him from the wet contact against his stomach. You let out a breathy laugh as he squeezes and kneads your left breast, his mouth consuming the other one, his tongue working wonders as he sucks and licks at your perked nibbles.

Your hands tangle in his wavy dark hair as he continues his pleasurable assault in your breasts, his fingers may cause a little discomfort as he squeezes but you’re enjoying it too much to give a shit. His hot wet tongue dances in circles around your skin, he lets go of your breast to then lick up your turned neck. Doing everything in your power to keep it all inside, you bite your lip in an attempt at suppressing a moan, your voice breaking free once his hardened member rubs past your entrance without warning.

“There’s that pretty voice of yours.” Mutters Din before capturing his lips with yours, his hands held firmly against the ground as he holds himself up inches from you.

How annoying you can be, Din. Just get closer you idiot. 

You feel so warm and fuzzy, his body mere inches from your wanting skin, your legs already open and ready as his length stays firm only centimeters away from your lower abdomen. Tugging at his hair, he parts from your lips as a confused expression crosses his features, you simply chuckle, “Stop making me wait my love, I’m ready for you.” His eyes closing in bliss as you purr sweetly into his ear, “I need you in me, now.”

Heeding to your straightforward command, he reaches a hand down as he guides his hardened cock to your awaiting entrance. He rubs it against your clit in a teasing manner before he slowly pushes into you, your hands flying to his muscular back as your walls adjust to his length. With a soft moan from his sweet lips, he fills you entirely, for a couple seconds does he pause. Letting himself enjoy the sensation of his cock inside you as he presses butterfly kisses all over your face.

Yes, fucking finally.

Not being able to stand it anymore, you buck your hips into him, this giving Din the cue to start working his magic. He completely pulls out of you before slamming himself into your slickness once again, a gasp leaving your lips as he does it again and again and again. Until he decides to keep himself flush against you, his new close contact vigorous thrusts sending more waves of euphoria coursing throughout your entire vessel. All that’s heard in the breeze is the sounds of your moaning and the slabs of skin on skin as Din pumps relentlessly into you.

You’re honestly rather glad that those bastard scavengers ran you into hiding on this planet, it had been a while since you and Din had had any real intimate time together and this was the perfect opportunity. Humming in pleasure, you kiss his scruffy cheek as his head falls into the crook of your neck, “Din I fucking love you so much, you have no idea.” More deep strokes are thrust into you as he kisses the side of your head.

“Y/N ni kar'tayli gar darasuum.....” His all he manages to mutter as another satisfied moan escapes him. You chuckle at how absolutely adorable and hot he’s acting right now, another thrust into you emitting a moan from your lips. He feels so good with how he’s treating you in this special moment, your two bodies colliding like stars in the sky.

You suck in a breath as a warmness builds in the pit of your stomach, you can feel your orgasm slowly rising with each and every pump into you. Din hums as he pushes you into the grass even more now, you can tell from how much more rigorous his thrusts are becoming that he’s on the edge of paradise. 

And soon after he grunts, does he spill into you, the new added sensation enough to drive you wild with bliss. Your own high finally reached as your body shakes with euphoria and the last sloppy thrusts that he’s giving you freely.

A whimper escapes from your mouth as he enjoys himself inside of you for a couple more seconds before he slowly pulls out and flops by your side on the soft grass. He’s breathing heavily as you let the cool breeze fan over your sensitive swollen womanhood, the wind doing wonders for your hot sweaty skin as you try and calm down from your buzz. You close your eyes with a satisfied smile upon your content face as Din turns over to you with an equally joyous grin.

You listen and feel as he scoots himself against your side so that he can rest his arm over your stomach, his scruffy face inches from your cheek as he gently kisses you before resting his head against your temple. You lift your arm up to lay it over top of his as he hugs your side, doing his best to keep you as close to him as physically possible.

A pleasant sigh departs from his pouty lips, fanning the side of your face as you smile, “Y/N, you are very special to me...I just thought that you should know. Incase you ever forget.”

A small chuckle escapes you at his soft words, “Din I don’t think I could ever forget, you mean more to me then all the stars in the sky...more than the most valuable gems to ever exist or even my lightsaber.” He kisses your temple once again, “I believe the force has brought me to you my love, and I’m forever grateful for that.” You voice is a soft whisper on the breeze, yet he hears it all the same.

“Y/N I love you more than life, you are too sweet my beloved.” Your heart skips at his truthful reply, a small lump in your throat forming as he presses his nose against your hairline.

You turn your head to see his face better, he locks eyes with your own as a shy smile appears on his face, “Din Djaren you’re going to make me cry, shut up.” You muse with a quick kiss to his lips, looking into his dark brown irises like they hold all the answers to the universe.

He smiles against your cheek, kissing you there once more, “Never.”

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

This story contains spoilers for episode 1x05 of Loki! It is a retelling of a major scene with my own whumpy additions, cause this show needs more whump (asides from the plethora of emotional whump we've been getting 💜)

I don't really want to tag it as such cause I don't really want it in the main tag?? But with the weird ass tag system on this site it's probably going to wind up there anyways 🙄🙄

Anyways, this is for you @flyingwolf29, thanks for yelling at me 💜💜

Loki looked down as he felt warm fingers slide into his hand, squeezing tightly. He glanced between their interlocked hands and Sylvie’s face, her mouth pressed into a determined line as the wind whipped through her hair.

“What are you doing?” He yelled over the roar of the storm that was Alioth.

“We’re going to enchant it.”

“I don’t know how!” He shook his head, trying to take a step back but stopped by Sylvie’s grip on his hand.

“You do. Because we’re the same!”

Loki swallowed hard, watching the chaos raging over the facade of Asgard before him. Alioth’s jaws snapped closed on empty air as the illusion of a tower rippled away, the creature roaring in frustration. Loki clenched his jaw and took a deep breath before turning to Sylvie. She was watching him, her gentle eyebrows raised as she waited for a response.

Finally, he gave a sharp nod of his head and Sylvie led him forward, closer to the horrible creature before them.

When the tendrils of cloud started to swirl around them, Sylvie stopped and reached out with an upraised palm, green light coalescing in her hand as she lifted her hand as though pulling energy from the planet itself. Loki copied her movements, calling on his powers. He had barely a hint of where to even start with this, for gods sake what was he even doing here? He thought to himself.

Sylvie’s hand shifted in his, her fingers interlocking with his own and squeezing tightly and he felt some of her power surge into himself, pushing its way in and forcing, almost bullying, his power in the direction it needed to go. Sputtering green light finally burst from his hand, refracting in the smoky air and he gasped.

He could feel everything. Not just Sylvie’s hand in his, but her mind brushing against his, gentle but determined. And Alioth, the massive creatures mind tore past, viscous and hungry, so hungry. Loki felt lost, forced out of his own head, like he wasn’t in his body any more. He could only vaguely feel himself starting to fall, the only things keeping him upright being Sylvie’s hand in his and the power that coursed through his own body, locking him in place.

He felt the moment the elder Loki was consumed by Alioth, his once shiny horned helmet falling tarnished and pitted to the ground, and the creature turned its hungry gaze on the two lone figures, the ones he could feel on the peripherals of his mind.

The smokey maw dropped open, dragging its chin along the ground as it raced towards them.

Sylvie narrowed her eyes at it before clenching them tight, gathering her power and focusing it, guiding Loki to do the same. She squeezed his hand once more, regretful that she wouldn’t be able to give him any more of a warning before pushing and the power tore through both of them.

Loki cried out as green light exploded outwards, light ricocheting like lightning through the storm cloud body of Alioth. His skin burned and he could feel the hair on his arms and back of his neck stand on end as the air crackled with power. Alioth’s mind brushed against his own again, menacing and wrathful and the creature roared in anger just as Loki felt its mind shatter under his and Sylvie’s onslaught. Its final furious roar rumbled across the plane like the final distant roll of thunder and then silence fell around them.

Sylvie opened her eyes to find the world washed in a green glow, the black smoky tendrils around them slowly receding, a crack opening before them as a portal appeared. A dark fortress loomed before them, an aurora of pink and orange lights dancing across the sky above it. She looked up at Loki, his eyes still closed and face slack, almost serene.

“Open your eyes,” she called to him, squeezing his hand once again.

He swayed towards her slightly as he opened his eyes, slowly, blearily blinking in the light. He traced the edge of the portal with unfocused eyes, looking up and up until his head tilted back and his eyes rolled back and suddenly he was falling.

“Loki!” Sylvie gasped, hurriedly grabbing for him, just barely managing to catch his shoulders before his head slammed into the dirt. “Hey hey hey, wake up! Loki?”

She tapped her fingers against his cheek, which garnered a faint groan and a slight flutter of his eyelashes. “Come on, Loki, wake up!” She shook his shoulders hard, his head lolling against her arm.

He groaned louder before suddenly gasping awake, his eyes snapping open and arms flying up as though to protect his face from something.

“Wha- what happened?” He gasped, breathing heavily. He slowly lowered his arms as he realized who knelt next to him.

“You fainted,” Sylvie said with sympathy, pulling him up so he was seated. He swayed slightly and she put her hand back around his shoulders to keep him in place. “I’m sorry, I didn’t exactly have time to warn you. The first time can be pretty exhausting, especially against a creature as big as that. How do you feel?”

Loki pressed his hands over his eyes, trying to suppress the mother of all headaches that raged behind them. “Exhausted. Did we do it? Did we kill him?”

Sylvie raised her eyebrows, surprised he didn’t remember the last few moments before he collapsed. “Yeah, yeah he’s gone.” She shifted so she sat beside him on the ground and gestured to the portal that stood before them. “And the door is open.”

Loki looked up, breath catching in his throat as he took in the spectacle before him.

“That’s- uh- that’s it?”

Sylvie hummed in the affirmative. “It is. Are you ready to get going?”

Loki took a deep breath as he mentally checked himself over. His hands were shaking, his head ached as though Thor himself had punched the living daylights out of him and every muscle in his body felt tighter than a violin string. “I think I need a moment. To be quite honest, I might pass out if I try to stand up.”

“Let’s not do that again,” Sylvie laughed, bumping her shoulder against his. “Rest for a moment.”

“How about you tell me how one is actually supposed to enchant a ginormous monster? You know, so I don’t get caught off guard next time?”

[ellewritesathing]

Infernal    IX

Summary: In your sleepy little town of Greendale, nothing ever slept for long. And ever since October, everything felt like it was waking up. Everything except for you, that is. One teensy trip to Hell (and an infuriatingly cute guy) later and suddenly you felt wide awake.

Word-count: 2k+

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A/N: sorry for dropping of the face of the earth!! i’ve been super overwhelmed with uni but here we are 💕 enjoy the angst

When you went to her for help to face the Absolute Dark, Lilith had told you that you could feed on the dark and absorb its power. Even after unbinding your powers, you were left with more power than ever before. You were warned about the dangers of power, but no one told you how consuming it would be. There wasn't a moment that went by that you didn't draw on the Darkness, and almost all you could think about was testing the limits of your power. Every day was a new attempt at mastery, sometimes in the form of controlling a jerk who went too far and other times by tearing through the pages of a grimoire. You'd missed school. You hadn’t talked to your friends in days. For the first time in your life, you were selfish.

You thought Caliban would have liked the new, rebellious version of you better - Lilith certainly did - but he’d been acting strangely ever since the incident at the Paramount. He was more closed-off with you than before, more hesitant with what he said or did to you. At first, his concern for your safety was amusing, but now it just infuriated you. You felt watched and alone even when you were with him.

If he didn’t trust you anymore, then Caliban should just leave. 

The flame on the wick exploded, and you cursed as you shook out your burnt palm and scowled at the ruined ritual in front of you. Exploring the Celestial Realm would have to wait.

“Thou art a soul in bliss, but I am bound upon a wheel of fire.” 

“That mine own tears do scald like molten lead.” With a sigh, you lowered your palm to your side and turned to face the familiar voice in the corner of your room. “King Lear.” 

Caliban’s mouth turned up into a smile. “You’ve been reading.” He leaned easily against your doorframe, seemingly forgetting how your last interaction had blown up. 

“I’ve had time,” you said. You crossed your arms over your chest as you walked closer. “What are you doing here?” 

Caliban shrugged and stepped closer. “Quiet day in Hell. I thought we could talk.” 

“And what do you want to talk about today?” 

Caliban reached a hand out to the side of your neck, but you didn’t move. His touch was frosty. “Theo says you haven’t been at school. He was worried about you.” 

Your voice caught in your throat. The Darkness stirred at the idea of your friends talking about you behind your back. “I didn’t know you two were so close.”

“Well, since Rosalind is dating Huckleberry Finn, so Theo is my favorite…” Caliban sucked in a breath when you didn’t respond to his joke. He dropped his hand and looked down for a moment. “Have you given any more thought to my offer?” 

“Your offer to fix me?” 

“That isn't what I said.” 

“But it’s what you meant.” You poked his chest angrily. “Because you think there’s something wrong with me.” 

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.” Caliban’s easy sense of calm faltered as he reached for your hand. He wasn't used to being vulnerable or trying so hard. “Please, will you just listen to me for a moment? This much Darkness is dangerous. It’s changing you.” 

“Have you ever thought this is how I’m supposed to be?” You stepped closer and lowered your voice. “I’m Lilith's heir. I’m made of darkness.”

“This isn’t who you are.” 

“Yes, it is!” 

The candles behind you reignited, their flames exploding to touch your ceiling. You ripped your hands away and stumbled back. Even with all the arguing you'd done and all Darkness in your veins, you’d never yelled at Caliban before then. You breathed heavy, unsteady breaths, trying to get your heart to stop racing and your hands to stop shaking. 

Despite his furrowed brow and stormy eyes, Caliban was rooted to the spot just in front of your door. His hand twitched to help you, but he didn’t make any other movements. 

“There is nothing wrong with me, do you understand? I’m not broken.” 

Caliban’s lips parted, but lightning cracked in your room before he got the chance to speak. The candles were snuffed out in the blinding light, and for a moment, the room was deathly still. The hair on your arms stood on end. 

Lilith’s cry brought you back to reality. She clutched her ginormous belly in one hand and clung to one of the minions with her other. When she opened her eyes, instead of explaining, she zeroed in on Caliban. “What is he doing here?” 

“He was just leaving,” you said before he could answer. As angry as you were with him, you weren’t going to let your mother hurt him. 

Caliban smiled, but it wasn’t as warm as before; his smile was something rueful and tight-lipped. He bowed, twirling his hand as he did, and said, “As you wish,” before disappearing in Hellfire.

It would have hurt less if he stuck a dagger in your chest and twisted. 

Lilith screamed again as she crumpled to her knees. Glaring up at you, she forced out, “Something’s wrong with my baby. Take me to Zelda Spellman.”

---

Growing up, it had always been you and your dad. He taught you how to tie your shoes, tried an awfully intricate hairstyle for your first day of school, and read you a story every night before bed. As much as you loved him, it always felt as though your family was missing something. Having long given up on your mom ever coming home, you asked him if you could have a little brother. He promised that one day, when you’d probably forgotten that you asked in the first place, you’d get a little brother. 

It was an easy lie to get you to stop asking about having a family - except, as you held the sleeping lump in your arms, you realized that your dad never lied to you. This perfect, troublesome little lump was all you’d ever wanted. 

“What do you want to name him?” Lilith asked. You turned away from the window to face her as she pulled herself into a sitting position. She winced slightly as she did, more out of annoyance than pain. 

“What?” 

Rolling her eyes, she repeated, “What do you want to name him?” 

“I don’t know,” you said quietly. Looking down at his face, it was hard to believe he came into this world without a name. It was hard to believe that you’d only had him a few hours at most. “Michael?” 

“Less angelic,” Lilith critiqued, taking a long sip from the healing elixir Hilda had given her. Her disdain for herbalism was clear on the look of her face.

You huffed, rocking slightly on your heel to keep him sleeping. “His name is Adam.”

The words tumbled out of your mouth before you thought about it, sounding offhand but packing a punch. Lilith’s grip on the glass turned her fingers bone white. After an icy second, she repeated the name to herself. A wicked smile covered her features. “Adam,” she hummed. “I could agree to that, on the condition that-”

A knock sounded at the door and Lilith froze. Whoever was outside knocked again and you heard Zelda mumbling as the door handle turned and Lilith told them to come inside. She pulled you and Adam closer to her side. Uncharacteristically patient for her, Lilith waited for the witches to shuffle inside and explain that the Lords of Hell were asking to pay tribute to Adam. 

The Uninvited had been the Darkness' family. When they were trapped in the alternate reality of Sabrina's dollhouse, the Darkness had lashed out with a white-hot fury, pushing angrily at your ribs and trying to break out. The thought of Adam being taken away from made the Darkness just as angry, but the scary thing was that it made you even angrier. 

“Pay tribute?” Lilith scoffed, reaching to take Adam from your arms. Reluctantly, you let her take him. “They are here for one reason and one reason only: to kill my baby.” Before either of the Spellmans could respond, she added, “The baby you just delivered, Zelda Spellman.”

Zelda knotted her hands together. “Very well. Let’s give them the welcome they deserve.” Turning to the witches, “Ladies, if you’ll follow me.” 

“Actually…” you stepped forward and tilted your chin up. “I’d like to have a word with them.”

Zelda faltered for the first time in all the years you’d known her. She might have known about your powers, but it must have been difficult for her to process that the child that brought her dandelions each spring was a demon. “Alright,” she said with a nod. “We will be right beside you.” 

With a nod of your own, you led the way to the Academy gates. Your chest buzzed at the idea of being one of these witches, butterflies fluttering through the Darkness with all the excitement. Standing in front of the Lords, you clenched your tingling fingertips. They were as unpleasant to look at as the day you met them. 

“What do you want?”

They looked at each other for a moment before one of them nodded and the other said, “Word has reached the Infernal Palace that a babe was born of Lucifer’s concubine, Lilith. We come bearing gifts?”

“Aren’t there supposed to be three of you?” With each word, you took a step down the gates. Pointing a finger at the gifts in their hands, you asked, “With gold, frankincense, and myrrh instead of these … trinkets?” 

The other one pulled the box close to himself. Asmodeus, if you remembered right. “Bite your tongue, you insolent child. We come at the Dark Lord’s behest.” 

You tilted your head to the side. Letting the Darkness seep into your veins, you told him. “Bite your tongue.” He frowned, blinking slowly. “I said: Bite your tongue, and because you didn’t do it right the first time, now I want you to bite it off.”

His voice rose, but all that came out were a few strangled noises before Asmodeus’ eyes glazed over, the box fell to the ground, and blood oozed out of his mouth. He spat his tongue into his hands, coughing and trying to speak, as Beelzebub cursed you. 

He didn't get very far before Darkness tinged your vision as you turned to him. You didn’t have to speak this time to control him, just wave a hand and watch him fall to his knees. 

“We will not leave-” he grit his teeth as he struggled against the weight of your will “-without the babe.”

Bending down, you grabbed one of the horns on the top of his head to pull his face up to meet your own. “No.” You smiled. “No, I don’t think you’ll be leaving here at all.” 

You threw his head to the side and took a step back, watching Asmodeus choke on his own blood and Beelzebub writhe. The Darkness filled your body, and the world grew so still that your heart didn’t dare disturb it by beating. In a cold, distant voice, you recited your most familiar spell. 

“Ater ignus, fusce fume.” Beelzebub yelled. You clenched a fist to force his mouth shut. “Te evoco ut potentium tuam monstres.” A spark ignited, right between each of their shoulder blades. “Cupidibus flammis hic veni.” The flames licked their backs, growing taller and darker by the second. “Caelo sub isto, harc arborem consumo.” The puddle of Asmodeus’ blood caught alight, illuminating his wretched face as it burned. “Lucem tenebrasque tuas monstra. Impetuum tuum evoco ad devorandum.” Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and let the Darkness consume all three of you. “Hanc arborem ac omnes hospitas devora.” 

The flames erupted in front of you, blinding your eyes and knocking you off your feet. You were dimly aware of the witches screaming your name and the rush of heels against cobblestones as something sticky and cold dripped down your face. Not tears. Or blood. 

Only Darkness. 

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In Need of Assistance

A collab with @april-thelightfury115! 😍 I had a lot of fun with this collab, and this was also a great way of combating writer’s block 💪🏼 we hope you enjoy!

Drarry | 2k words | General Audiences | Eighth Year, Getting Together, Spiders, Arachnophobia, Fluff, Truth or Dare | Read on AO3 

“AHHHH!” 

Harry and Ron exchanged a confused look as a yell from the bathroom interrupted their sleepy morning shuffles. Eighth year was in full swing, lessons began at the crack of dawn, and no-one was happy about it this morning. But that didn’t mean it was worth screaming about. 

A second later, a half-shaven Malfoy stumbled out of the bathroom, hair flying in every direction as he panted. Wild eyes finding everyone’s confused attention on him, he paused, quickly smoothing a hand down his rucked shirt.

“Um…” he stumbled, visibly taking a breath. “Blaise, I’m in need of some assistance.” 

The Italian sighed.

“Can’t you just… vanish it or something?”

“Vanish what?” Ron asked, suspiciously.

“Nothing that concerns you, Weasley,” Zabini muttered in a bored tone.

“Blaise, I mean it."

“Fiiiine, keep your hair on, I’m coming.” After hauling himself off his bed, Zabini strolled past the practically twitching Malfoy into the bathroom, re-emerging a few seconds later looking just as bored and refined as ever. Only his tightly curled fist—that Malfoy vehemently avoided with comically wide eyes—suggested anything was wrong. Before Harry could ask what the hell was going on, Zabini had opened a window, stuck his hand out, shaken it, and was closing it again. 

“There. Done. Finish getting ready," he commanded. To Harry’s surprise, for once in his life, Malfoy did what he was told without comment, practically scurrying back into the bathroom.

What in the…?

“What was that about?” Harry asked. But of course, Zabini merely donned his robes, ignoring him entirely. 

“What was in your hand?” Ron demanded. But still, the Italian simply grabbed his bag and breezed out of the dorm. Arrogant bastard.

Exchanging a final look of utter bewilderment with him as the sound of running water joined the periodic sighs and curses that always commentated the dorm’s morning routine, Ron shrugged, donning his robes and leaving Harry no choice but to do the same. Apparently, Malfoy screaming in the morning was just another oddity he was going to have to get used to now he was rooming with the Slytherins.

*

He held the handle tightly, edging the door open inch by inch, determined to make as little noise as possible as he entered the dorm way past curfew. 

Old habits die hard, Harry thought to himself with a wry smile. A long Potions lesson had left him in dire need of some tea at Hagrid’s, and then the cool night air had been too nice to resist. Before he’d known it, he’d been staring at the stars for a few hours. Only the looming threat of McGonagall’s wrath in Transfiguration in the morning had forced him back into the castle.

Bypassing his bed for the bathroom, the snores of his dorm-mates sent a yawn shivering through him. Bed definitely sounded like a good idea…

“Are you going in there?”

Harry wheeled around, coming face to face with a silhouetted figure sat cross legged on the bed. 

“Jeez, Malfoy! What are you doing, trying to kill me?!” he whispered, trying to slow his racing heart. 

“If I was trying to kill you, you’d be dead, believe me,” Malfoy bit back. Harry just rolled his eyes, the pressure in his bladder reminding him of more important things.

“Whatever, Malfoy. Go to sleep before you terrify someone else.” 

“Wait!” The sound of Malfoy’s feet hitting the floor reached his ears. “I—Um—Are you going into the bathroom?” 

Harry frowned.

“No, you see, this is actually a secret door to an alternate universe where I own a bakery and I’m late opening it, so if you’ll excuse me." 

“Oh fuck off, Potter," Malfoy spat.

"Gladly."

But as he pushed the door open, an honest to god squeak came from behind him. Incredulous, Harry turned back to the pointy git, studying him. One of his feet was mounted over the other, avoiding the cold stone of the bedroom, and he was shaking slightly. No—he was doubled over like he was in pain. Harry squinted. 

“Malfoy, why are you awake?”

Malfoy tried, and failed, to seem nonchalant. 

“N—No reason.” 

Harry huffed. 

“Look, I’m exhausted. If you don’t want me to know, go wake Zabini up and ask him again to deal with whatever—”

“I—I can’t. He has an Ancient Runes exam in the morning.” 

“Well, then. Whatever’s in there isn’t worse than a Basilisk, is it?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Malfoy grimaced. When Harry glared at him, he muttered, “Okay, fine. It’s not. You’ll be fine. Probably.”

“Good enough,” Harry said. He opened the bathroom door, but looked back at Malfoy, who hadn’t moved and was looking at him intently. “Malfoy.”

“What?”

“You’re staring. It’s weird.”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah. Don’t mind me.”

“Fucking hell,” Harry grumbled, but decided to ignore the Slytherin and go pee regardless. Malfoy was old enough and ugly enough to take care of himself.

Despite his efforts, Harry couldn’t stop himself from staring around as he did his business. There weren’t any ghosts around; no strange voices hissing behind the walls, no Boggarts crawling in the corners. The most exciting things he could spot were the annoying, constant dripping of their wonky tap, and a small spider chilling on the ceiling right above his head. 

Unless…

Nah, that couldn’t be it. Could it? It did sort of make sense, what with Zabini carrying something in his fist that one morning and throwing it out the window… But the idea of Malfoy being scared—no, terrified—of spiders was... absurd. Hilarious. Interesting.

When he walked back into the bedroom, Malfoy was still exactly where he’d left him. Harry smirked to himself, leaving the bathroom door ajar and walking past him without a word. Waiting to see what Malfoy would do.

“Did you—” Malfoy murmured after a moment of silence, just as Harry sat on his bed. “Did you... see anything?”

“I did, actually,” Harry said casually as he untied his shoes. “There was this ginormous dump that someone had left there, floating endlessly in the deep waters of the toilet—”

“I’m serious!”

“Oh, and there was also a tiny spider somewhere around there.”

“It wasn’t—! It wasn’t tiny,” Malfoy grumbled, raising his nose in the air. “It was… moderately intimidating.” 

Harry bit his lip so as to stifle a chuckle.

“Just go pee, Malfoy. It’s not going to kill you.”

“You don’t know that.”

“It didn’t kill me.”

“You’re Harry bloody Potter, it doesn’t count.”

“Malfoy…”

“You know I have a point!”

Harry sighed. “Do you want me to get rid of it?”

“You… would?” Malfoy said, tone shifting to an almost pleading one. How long he must’ve been lying awake trying not to pee himself, only Merlin knew.

“If it’s going to shut you up…” 

“Yes. Yes. Most certainly it will. Please—?”

Rolling his eyes, Harry got back to his feet and made his way to the bathroom, followed at a cautious distance by a visibly distressed Malfoy.

While he climbed the toilet, Harry murmured, “I always used to sleep with several of these over my head, you know. They mostly leave people alone. And even when they don’t, their bites don’t hurt that much.” 

When he climbed back down, spider in hand, Malfoy was staring at him from the threshold in a mixture of awe and horror.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Don’t, then,” Harry shrugged. “How come you’re so scared of them, anyway?”

“It’s called being sensible, Potter. Anyone smart or without a deathwish would want to keep their distance around them.”

“And by keeping the distance, I assume you mean screaming to the top of your lungs?”

“That was different! The fucker was right in front of my face when I leaned into the mirror.”

The spider, still in his fisted hand, crawled around in his palm, making him shiver slightly. He might not mind spiders, but the sensation wasn’t exactly pleasant.

“You’re impossible,” Harry concluded with a shake of his head. “I’ll get rid of this one. You go… pee, or whatever. We’ll talk in the morning.”

*

He was about to follow a very grumpy Ron down the stairs to the Common Room when a hand grasped his wrist and pulled him back into their dorm.

“Good morning to you too,” Harry said, too sleepy to sneer back at Malfoy when he caught sight of his expression.

“You’re not going to tell him about last night, are you?” Malfoy pointed his chin toward the stairs as he talked. “Because if you do, I swear to Salazar, Potter, I will turn the rest of your school year into a living hell.”

“Sure, sure.” Harry yawned. “Look, I’ve had enough terrible years already. I’m not about to do anything that could disrupt the shaky peace of our dorm. Relax, okay?”

Malfoy leaned forward, giving him a glare that he was sure was meant to be intimidating. “You’d better.”

“Mate, why are you—oh.”

Harry watched with increasing horror as Ron’s expression changed into one of realisation, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red as he took note of the way Malfoy was leaning over him—the way he was pressed against the bedroom wall. Fuck, why the hell had Malfoy cornered him against the bedroom wall?!

“Er—I’ll—I’ll wait in the Great Hall, then. Leave you two to…” He gestured vaguely. “Yeah.”

“Ron, it’s not—!” Harry started, pushing Malfoy away from him and running for the door. But Ron was already out of sight. He leaned against the doorframe, cursing silently. 

“What the fuck?” said Malfoy from behind him.

“Congratulations,” Harry muttered, slowly turning around. “Ron still doesn’t know you’re terrified of spiders. He simply thinks you were about to snog me senseless!”

“What?! Why in Merlin’s name would he think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you had me pressed against the bloody wall?!”

“I didn’t—!” Malfoy started, cheeks aflame, but gave up with a huff when Harry raised his eyebrows at him. “Look, let’s just—let’s just go get breakfast. And you”—he pointed an accusatory finger at Harry—“had better convince the Weasel that we were arguing over something completely heterosexual and absolutely not spider-related. Is that clear?” 

“Whatever, Malfoy.” Harry turned to leave, letting a small smile slip now that the Slytherin couldn’t see him. Gosh, Malfoy was so funny when he was flustered it was almost endearing. “Come on.”

*

“Mate, you can’t be serious.”

Harry felt Malfoy’s groan in his very soul as they walked out of the Potions ingredients cupboard. 

“It’s the third time this month!” Ron hissed as they made their way back to their cauldron. “And we’re in the middle of class! You know I love you, Harry, but this is getting out of hand.”

“Zabini wasn’t around to help him,” Harry muttered. “You know, if you really did love me, you’d believe me when I tell you that—”

“Ah, Mr Potter, Mr Weasley!” Slughorn chirped. “I take it you’re finished with your potion, since you’re having such a fun time in my class! You won’t mind if I give it a sip, will you?”

All eyes on him, Harry muttered an excuse and gave Ron a death glare.

*

“So, Harry,” a very tipsy Hannah said, wiggling her eyebrows, “what will it be? Truth or dare?”

Why did I agree to this again? Was the only answer his scattered thoughts supplied.

“Er—dare,” he blurted after a moment.

Hannah’s eyebrow wiggling increased exponentially. 

“How about you give your boyfriend a snog, then?” A chorus of giggles exploded around them. “I think we’ve all been wondering what you two get up to in the cupboards.”

“He—Malfoy’s not—” Harry spluttered, but his words caught in his throat when he saw the state Draco was in: pink from throat to ears, mouth slightly parted. Eyes filled with dread, but keen on straying from Harry’s gaze down to his lips. He’d clearly had one drink too many. 

A push on his back made him topple forward, and, as several people cheered, Harry crawled toward Draco, unable to remember or care why his sober self would think this was a terrible idea. 

“Potter,” Draco breathed, a hand grasping Harry’s waist. Half-lidded eyes falling on his lips again. Harry’s breath hitched.

“We can—I mean, we don’t have to—”

“Potter.”

A pull at his hip; a fist clenched around his jumper. Urgent.

“Okay.”

Draco’s hands slid against his scalp and into his hair, making him shiver. 

“Thanks,” Draco murmured against his lips. “For… you know. Your assistance.”

“You’re w—”

Draco’s lips parted and caught Harry’s lower one in a kiss. The last thing Harry noticed before the last of his coherent thoughts left him with a low moan was Ron’s half-frustrated, half-victorious cry of, “I knew it!” 

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FIC: Welcome to Backwater ch.18 (spicyhoney)

Summary: Stretch has already dealt with the local sheriff about his adventures in the local woods. Seems like Edge might have a thing or three to say.

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It was funny how some things become automatic. Stretch was still thinking about Buford when Edge came into the store not long after the sheriff left. Still thinking about those strange white eyes of his, wondering at exactly how much he could see. How much, how far, how deep did it go. Stretch knew a little something himself about seeing a bit too much.

Still, habits were habits. Even though his mind wasn’t necessarily working in the here and now, Stretch automatically stood up straight and greeted Edge when he came in, customer service skills were a heck of a learned trait, even if he was the only one who worked here that had them.

“morning, hey, what’s up? what do you—" need, he didn’t get to say. He barely had time to notice that Edge didn’t look like his normal gorgeous self, hips notwithstanding. Sure, he was wearing his normal motorhuckle gear and he was walking like he was on his way to kill Captain America. But he looked pale, his skull chalk-white and stark, his eye lights faded to a shade closer to dull pink.

That wasn’t what cut off his ‘can i help you’ spiel. Nope, that was Edge stalking right over to the counter and around it into the register area. Stretch found himself roughly pulled into Edge’s arms and held in a painfully tight hug that nearly threatened to crack ribs.

Okay? This was new but fuck it if Stretch wasn’t going to go for it. He wrapped both arms around Edge and squeezed back, relished the feel of that long, lean body against his own, even buffered under a layer of leather. “um. hi?”

Edge said nothing, only held on, with all ten fingers digging in through the back of Stretch’s t-shirt and damned if he was gonna try fight his way loose. Was it his imagination or was Edge shaking a little? Or maybe that was the earth moving under his feet because Edge smelled so good, no bone cologne could compare. Like spice and woodsmoke, like the heavenly pies he made for Mama’s.

Nothing to be done for it, might as well dive into the deep end and see if he could drown. Stretch closed his sockets and basked in it, reveled in it. Maybe this was some weird frosting on top of an already bizarre cake but Stretch really wanted his slice.

After a minute, Edge was showing no signs of letting up and much as Stretch would’ve been perfectly fine standing like this all day, probably he should say something. It’d be pretty hard to run register if he was stuck to Edge like a conjoined twin and considering that they were sort of the same person, maybe better not to risk it.

It was just a damn shame that Stretch was so shitty at digging beneath the layers of other people’s traumas. Hell, he could barely take a shovel to his own.

He managed to work up enough air to wheeze out, “is…something wrong?” A horrible thought occurred. What if he wasn’t the only person the lady ghoul went to visit last night? Maybe she took the nickel tour of the woods, maybe Buford’s all-seeing eye blinked and missed something. “is frisk okay?”

“Yes,” Edge choked out. His voice was muffled into Stretch’s shoulder. “Everything is fine.”

Stretch shifted in his arms and only managed about an inch in any direction. “don’t take this the wrong way, but as fine as this feels, you don’t seem fine.”

That didn’t get any reply. Instead, Edge loosened his grip just enough to press his face into the hollow of Stretch’s collarbone where he inhaled deeply, mouth opened as if he wanted to taste whatever scent gathered there, get the whole experience.

Um. Holy shit. Okay, well, that was a fetish Stretch never knew he had, and if he wasn’t pinned like a sardine in Edge’s kung-fu grip, he might’ve honest to angel flailed at the feel of damp, hot breath against his clavicles. Every time Edge decided to go through his scratch ‘n sniff routine, it sent willie wonkers tingling right up his spine and right down his pants. All he could do was grit his teeth and stare blankly up at the ceiling as he tried desperately not to embarrass himself any more than the usual.

Finally, all too soon, Edge drew away. He took two steps back, putting some distance between them. He seemed almost embarrassed now and Stretch could only reluctantly let him go.

He was really, really grateful for his work apron right about now; good for catching dust and gook, with a side bonus of hiding inconvenient boners. Hopefully it wasn’t the not-at-all-a-pencil-in-his-pocket that chased Edge away. “not that i mind, like, really not, but you think you could let me in on what that was all about?”

“I’m sorry,” Edge said, stiffly. He crammed his hands into his jacket pockets and looked anywhere but at Stretch.

“uh, nope,” Stretch shook his head, “no apologies, hugs are free real estate.” He’d been this close to Edge before a couple of times but always before there had been distractions. Now looking at him was the distraction and Stretch let his gaze linger on the razer-sharp lines of his cheekbones, the tight narrowing of his eye sockets. The crack that ran through his left socket was obviously old, the edges worn relatively smooth, smoother than their owner.

Edge still didn’t look at him, not directly, anyway. A flick of his eye lights towards Stretch, then back away as he said, tightly. “We came very close to losing you last night. It was…upsetting.”

Oh.

Well, good news traveled fast, didn’t it, basically at the speed of light around these parts. He wondered glumly if Red was in his apartment busily composing a profanity-laden symphony titled ‘I Told You So.’

“How did you know?” Stretch sighed out. Maybe Frisk was tuned in to the local airwaves or Edgar Allen might branch out into branches instead of corn gossip.

“Buford,” Edge admitted. “He is the town constable, he looks after the town. Literally, in his case.”

Also had a big mouth, seemed like. “yeah, uh, he showed me his eyes.”

“Did he?” Edge seemed surprised, then pleased. “He usually wears his sunglasses. He rarely takes them off when he’s on duty because outsiders tend to find his eyes unsettling. But yes, it’s his duty to watch out for problems and he does it well.”

Stretch nodded slowly, “must be tough on him sometimes, seeing all that.” He had a little personal experience in that.

“Buford does his duty,” Edge said with a certain finality. Welp, looked like that topic was done and Stretch was fine with that since Edge was starting to look a little calmer. His eye lights weren’t on Stretch’s but lower, focused more on the mouth region and when Stretch flicked his tongue across his teeth nervously, those crimson lights went heavy and dark.

To his disappointment, Edge didn’t go for Ginormous Hug 2: Electric Boogaloo. Instead, he reeled back, shaking himself visibly and turning towards the door. “Well. I only wanted to check in on you, I should be going.”

“wait!” Stretch blurted and Edge hesitated, raising one browbone. “don’t go, not yet.”

He waved a hand in offering at the stool behind the counter and after a moment of hesitation, Edge stepped around the dog and took it. Mutt never stirred, burrowed down in the blanket Red had laid down for him, snoring away. Good thing they hadn’t been in the market for a guard dog.

Stretch hopped up on the counter to sit, (hey, his butt was cleaner than the whole store had been when he first got here) and wondered what the hell to do now. He’d wanted Edge to stay and now he didn’t know what to talk about. Every other chat they’d had was about some kind of Backwater weirdness, the peanut butter and pickle sandwich version of a conversation. He wasn’t sure he even knew how to have a white bread and butter chat.

Edge seemed to agree. He swiped a finger along one of the shelves behind the counter and checked the results, finding it to be relatively dust-free. “The store is looking much better since my brother hired you on.”

“yeah,” Stretch latched on to that topic gratefully, it was marginally better than bringing up the weather. “try to keep up on it. he’s paying me well enough for it, plus room and board, figured i can do my mr clean impression.” He gave the top of his skull a pat. “i’ve already got the bald part down.”

Edge made a rough, scoffing sound and even that was somehow delicious in that voice of his. “I suspect most of what fills up your board comes from my kitchen.”

Stretch suspected the same but leapt to his landlord’s defense, anyway, he owned Red that much and more. “hey, red is a damn fine microwave wrangler when he puts his mind to it.” Okay, so that was less of a leap than a trip and miss, but he’d tried. Maybe better to steer the topic boat out of the rapids and into calmer water. “my bro likes to cook, too.”

“Is he very good?” Edge leaned forward curiously, propping his chin up on a hand.

Woah, wait, abandon ship, that was not calmer waters, that was a storm a’brewing, a freaking typhoon. “good is relative,” Stretch said stoutly.

“Ah,” One corner of Edge’s mouth curled up into a smile. “Rest assured, I would never force you to disparage your brother’s cooking. If it’s any comfort, my recipes were somewhat unique when we first came here as well. Like the garden, it took some time for my skills to come into bloom.”

“seriously?” There was a little too much naked relief in that one word but fuck it, Blue wasn’t here to hear it, “so how many years until he’s less ‘nailed it’ and more ‘chef’s table’?”

That half-smile widened. “Time is also relative, as are brothers. How is your brother, I’m assuming he’s still back in Ebott. Have you spoken to him since you came here?”

Welp, he’d avoided the storm only to end up in shark-infested waters, wasn’t that just his luck, “sort of,” Stretch hedged.

Edge’s teeth parted in a silent ‘ah’ as he successfully decoded that message. “You texted him. Well, that’s better than leaving him completely in the dark.”

“i think he’s doing okay. he was even before i left.” He really hoped so, but then, Blue settled in easily enough from the start. From the Human’s perspective, his bro looked a little like he’d stepped out of some kind of cartoon. He was small and adorable, his starry eye lights in his huge sockets were as cute as if Disney blessed him from beyond the grave. Stretch didn’t begrudge his brother for that, ‘course he didn’t, but that didn’t make his own experiences easy cheesy. “frisk was pretty right about ebott. when it comes to monsters, it sure isn’t backwater.”

“I’m sorry.” Said with enough quiet sincerity to make Stretch shift uncomfortably.

He shrugged weakly. “eh, not your fault.”

“No, but I can still let you share your pains.” Edge reached up and took his hand. He rubbed a scarred thumb gently over his knuckles and Stretch caught his breath. “You know, I used to dream about coming to the surface. Back in my world, in the Underground. Frisk told you that it was a place of LV, not love. My brother and I spent much of our time there simply struggling to survive.” The reminiscence in Edge’s voice held no hint of fondness, but there was a certain faint wistfulness. “I had such grand dreams of what the surface world would be like back then. Hope was difficult to come by in my universe, I never truly believed a human would come and when they did, well.” Edge chuckled and there was the fondness missing from before. “Frisk was not at all what I imagined.”

“did the surface world live up to your dreams?” Stretch asked, curiously. His own dreams of the Aboveground were shaken to their foundations barely an hour into the sunlight, when the first Humans to arrive greeted them not with welcome, but with automatic rifles.

“In some ways,” Edge said. “Mostly, it’s very different from what I imagine. But like Frisk, not necessarily in a bad way.”

“ebott is sure fucking different then i imagined,” Stretch only realized how hard he was squeezing Edge’s hand when both of their joints popped. He loosened his grip, then pulled away entirely, picking up the pen from the counter to fiddle with; at least if he broke that, he’d be the only one stained. “doesn’t matter, anyway. i’m not there right now, am i.”

“Indeed not. You’re here, and Backwater is probably as different from Ebott as it is the Underground.” Edge stood in a jangling, creaking rhapsody of leather and buckles. “On that note, I do need to get going.”

Stretch stood too, hopping down from the counter. Much as he’d like Edge to stay, he did have some work to get done and who knew what Edge needed to get back to. “thank you for checking in on me.”

“Of course.” Too fast for Stretch to do more than blink, Edge leaned in and Stretch stood frozen as he pressed a chaste kiss to his cheekbone, the delicate scrape of his teeth almost ticklish against sensitive bone. He pulled back before Stretch managed to gather up all his scattered wits, and his smile was the soft, real one as he said, “I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”

“soon,” Stretch parroted dumbly. He stood there like an idiot and watched Edge leave, only coming back to himself at the jangle of the bell over the door. Then he cursed himself, roundly and in every language he knew, including modified flamespeak. Smooth moves, there, Marvin Gaye, couldn’t even turn your head for a real kiss? Just stood there with crotch plug store book and didn’t even try to kick it up a notch? But he’d gotten one hell of a hug and a hand fondle, that was worth nearly getting eaten by Lady Cthulhu out there.

Well, almost.

“mind not getting your sop all over my counter?”

Stretch whirled around, barely managing not to trip over his own feet, to see Red standing in the hallway entrance. He was leaning heavily on his cane with a brutally unimpressed look on his face.

Fuck.

“i’m sorry—” Stretch began and faltered, unsure of what to say. He’d tried to listen to Red, he really had. He’d warned Stretch against starting anything with his bro from the beginning, offered plenty of warnings against rebound fucks and people getting hurt, and Stretch had tried. Except he hadn’t, had he, not really, and he could try to blame Edge’s hips and that gorgeous voice all he wanted; in the end, it was his fault, just like everything else. He hadn’t really been fighting that hard, why would he, it wasn’t like he wanted to win.

Red only sighed heavily and waved him off. “ain’t nothing to be sorry for. toldja before, i ain’t worried about my bro. you’re the one keepin’ me awake at night.”

“speaking of worrying,” Stretch took a deep breath before plunging forward, away from the sharks and heading into the shallows where the piranhas swam. “look, before anyone else decides to spill the beans, i need to tell you something.”

Red held up a hand and Stretch fell silent. “lemme get my coffee first.”

Coffee sounded better than it had any right to and, in his chest, Stretch’s soul gave an uncomfortable lurch like it could hop out and get a cup of its own. Hopefully, he asked, “can i get some?”

“yeah, sure,” Red turned back towards the apartment and tossed back over his shoulder, “whatcha want in it?”

“honey?” May as well dream big.

“yeah, darlin’?”

What? ”No!” Stretch blurted. “I mean…I didn’t…”

“yeah, yeah,” Red snickered. “i gotcha, brat.”

It was both entirely too long and much too quickly that Red made his way back with two heavy white mugs that looked as if they’d been stolen from Mama’s diner. He handed one to Stretch and settled in to lean against the counter, sipping from his own. “so, this about why you and my bro were cozying up behind the counter?”

“uh, sort of,” Stretch hedged. He stalled by taking a sip of his coffee, glorying in the thick, over-sweetened brew. “he came by because buford got a hold of him.”

Red lurched upright as if someone goosed him right on his tailbone. Hot coffee sloshed over his hand and he hissed, shaking his wet, stinging fingers as he demanded, “he did what now? what the fuck happened?”

“it’s not that bad.”

It was a weak attempt at best, not that it mattered. Red didn’t fall for it in the slightest. He didn’t move, there was no noticeable change in his breathing or posture, but the sardonic humor that seemed to cling to Red like another shirt evaporated entirely and left behind nothing but cold sincerity. “buford don’t exactly text, he don’t get ahold of anyone unless—” Red stopped and gave Stretch a coolly assessing glance that he squirmed beneath. Quietly, he said, “kid, what did you do?”

“i didn’t do it!” Stretch blurted and no amount of defending himself to his own brother or even the Ebott police could have prepared him for this. “the dog ran off, but i didn’t go into the woods! not until—there was this…this thing!” Stretch gestured wildly, trying ineffectively to convey with skinny bone hands the shadowy, awful creature that lured him into the dark last night. He couldn’t hold back a shudder of revulsion, simply thinking about it was filling him with a renewed sense of horror. “it looked like a woman and then it didn’t, she was singing, she was doing something, and i couldn’t stop myself, i couldn’t even think!”

He stopped, panting, and Red said nothing. He only stood there statue-still and Stretch would have given about anything for the door to open, the bell to jangle as someone looking for a fresh supply of ass wipers broke that awful silence.

Desperately, Stretch pressed on, letting out a nervous laugh. “anyway, i’m okay. she didn’t touch me or bite me or anything. i got out okay.” He didn’t mention the bone dragon, wasn’t even sure why, but Red was still frozen and silent over hearing about one terrifying encounter, maybe better not to mention two.

“red?” Stretch tried, hating how his voice sounded so small and forlorn. In a dismal corner of his mind, he was already mentally packing his bags. He couldn’t go back to Ebott, not now, not yet, but where else could he go, what other job could he possibly find? Maybe a waiter at Mama’s or maybe the thrift shop needed a helping hand. He didn’t know. The little money he had wouldn’t last long and definitely not in a bigger city. He didn’t really have any options, no choices at all.

He jerked back as Red suddenly jolted into movement, limping around the counter without his cane. He staggered almost drunkenly and then swung around to violently ram his fist into the first rack of the shelves. The wooden frame rocked and groaned, scattering boxes and cans to the floor on either side. A small bag of cornmeal fell and burst open, scattering dusty yellow across the floorboards.

“i…i’ll just…” Stretch couldn’t say go, he couldn’t, saying it would make this real, and he couldn’t let it be real. He took a step towards the hallway, tasting heavy tears on the back of his tongue.

Red’s voice stopped him, “kid.”

Stretch stood there and watched Red wrap both arms around himself. The fingers of one hand were streaked with marrow, he’d probably cracked his phalanges, but Red only shuddered faintly, drawing in a long breath and letting it out in a shaky rattle as he said, “if i’d’ve known she was awake, i woulda warned ya.”

Oh.

Oh, that made a terrible amount of sense and it didn’t make Stretch feel one fucking bit better to realize that Red wasn’t mad at him.

“it’s fine, red,” Stretch said, gently. It was hard to bank his own fears, but he managed, “it’s not your fault. i’m okay.”

Red heaved out a hitching little sigh and Stretch didn’t need Buford’s powers or his own magic to see that Red didn’t believe that, not even a little.

“okay,” he muttered under his breath, low and indistinct, “okay, okay.” Then louder, “okay, kid, get on out of here.”

“you’re firing me?” Stretch blurted, horrified. He’d begun to believe it was all right, more fool he, hadn’t he had the rug ripped out from under him enough times by now, when would he ever learn?

“what?” Red said, aghast. “fuck no! take a little time off, is all, after a shitty night like that, you need it. go see a movie, ‘wizard of oz’ ’s playin’, think it’ll be right up your alley.”

Relief left him weak, but he made no move towards the door. “but. your hand?”

“what about my hand?” Red raised his browbones and his hand at once and Stretch stared at the clean, pristine bones in confusion, what the fuck, he was sure he’d seen—

“okay, but,” Stretch still didn’t want to leave, some part of him vaguely convinced that if he left he wouldn’t be able to come back, like this shabby little store was some kind of fae place. “here, let me clean up.”

“i can fucking clean,” Red said impatiently. “been doing it since long before you got here.” He hooked his perfectly unbroken thumb at the door, “now, git! scoot!”

It seemed better not to comment on Red’s cleaning skills. Stretch hung up his apron and obediently scooted while Red limped over to the broom.

Outside, the temperature was just above a swelter. Stretch headed towards the theater even as the kids pulled up by the shop and dropped their bikes to head in, about five minutes too late.

Red had the right idea, he decided tiredly. A movie sounded like a good idea right about now. If, that was, he could stay awake through the opening credits.

tbc

[janaeekook]

Press your Number; (1)

pairing: badboy!taemin x (f) reader

word count: 3.2k

warnings: drug use, illegal drug dealing, smutty smut, switch leaning dom!taemin (tw:Jonghyun is mentioned as a character)

When did You meet him? A complicated question really. Taemin. He held secrets in his heart, he was dangerous, maybe that was what intrigued you most about the boy. Sure the leather jacket he always wore was an addition.

College, the day before freshman year, a large party at the neighboring frat to your sorority. That was when you first saw him, when his eyes first hypnotized your mind. It was a rather prestigious school, and Taemin never really fit. That group never fit. Meaning they weren’t the typical pretentious rich kid whose daddy paid full tuition.

You were your parents pride, pretty-headstrong-straight-A-student. It wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows having wealth, more than you had any idea what to do with. There were standards to be upheld and met, to embarrass yourself would be to embarrass your family.

You’d had a well off relationship with your father, You knew he wanted the best for you. He worked hard so that You’d have a better foot hold in life. You knew that You would be aloof without him, struggling to make ends meet. You didn’t want that. That fear to struggle alone kept you on track, until You went to college of course.

•

The lecture hall was full, though only a handful were still awake. The monotonous voice of your professor, a steady yet peaceful lullaby. The boy next to you jolted awake as the professors voice became louder.

“End of term papers should be turned in on my desk by tomorrow, until then, class dismissed.” The classmates around you grabbed their things, and hurried out of the hall.

“You got the notes for me princess?”

“You shouldn’t fall asleep every class, Taemin. Not everyone is going to do your biding.”

“Hmm, I don’t know I think I can be pretty convincing, don’t you think?” You could feel the smirk radiant from his perfect lips.

“Whatever.” Your face burned, as you stood up and headed for the door.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Taemin’s voice came up behind you, “Let me make it up to you. Tonight.”

“There’s a party tonight.”

“Then your house will be empty?” You could hear the mischievous tone in his voice.

“Taemin-“

“Come on please?”

You sighed, “Fine, but if any of them come home-“

“I hide in the closet and don’t make a sound.” He waved it off nonchalantly.

“It’s serious Taemin, if my father were to get wind of anything that’s going on...” You paused, trying to find the right words.

“He won’t go along with it, I know.” He said as we made it into the hall.

“Y/n!” Your friend, Mia, called your name from down the hall.

“I’ll be over at 9.” Taemin whispered before slipping amongst the crowd. You let the familiar shiver ghost up your spine, Taemin always did that to you, and it was only his words. His hands, however, made you shake in pleasure and anticipation.

“Are you ready for the party tonight?” Mia asked excitedly linking arms.

“Aw you know, I don’t think I can make it. I need to pack, my dad is coming tomorrow afternoon after classes.”

“Y/n l/n? Not prepared? It can’t be.” She jokingly gasped.

“Ya, ya, I’ll be fine.” Mia chuckled as you went back to the house.

•

You bid the girls goodbye, it was 9:30, they claimed they couldn’t be early even if the party was just a few houses down, they had to show up fashionably late. You’d texted Taemin to just wait in his car until they left.

“Thirty minutes, that’s how long I sat there.” Taemin informed you as he came through the door. You giggled as he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him, the kiss he placed on your lips was hungry, desperate, your arms snaked around his neck. You were pushed against the wall next to the front door, “Though, it gave me time to think of what I can do to you tonight.” He pulled away to speak, moving his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck.

His hand slipped beneath your polka-dot pajama shorts. Pulling your panties to the side he plunged a finger into you. The gasped moan that fell past your lips held longing. You’d missed his touch, it was enough to drive you over the edge already. The sloppy circles he drew over your clit with his thumb made your body shake lightly.

You pulled away lightly your mouth hung somewhat open and eyes hooded in pleasure, “Upstairs.” You managed to get out. Taemin got the hint before pulling away and letting you lead him up the steps.

The door shut behind Taemin before he grabbed you from behind and latched his lips onto your neck again. Your breath was shaky in your throat.

“God I’m gonna miss this.” Taemin mumbled into your neck, the words served as a reminder that it was the last week of school before winter break. You’d be going home, returning to the city, the upper east side of New York, for the holidays.

You were going to miss the freedom of college for 4 weeks, you were going to miss Taemin’s touch, the way he made your body feel. He didn’t hold back, he wanted to proclaim to whatever God, show them exactly how much he loved you. He knew, however, that he couldn’t have more than these secret—behind closed doors— meet ups, hiding away your relationship from prying eyes. He wasn’t of ‘her class’ as they’d say, image and reputation mattered, and he didn’t fit that image.

As he thrust into you from behind, his pace got almost unbearable as he slammed his cock deeper inside you. Unintentionally taking his anger out on your body, your cries of pleasure were muffled, your face having been pressed into the mattress. Tears and saliva wetting the blankets beneath you, your senses where completely heightened as you felt your orgasm approaching. And when his cock brought you your release it was his name you cried out in pure ecstasy— but he didn’t stop his menstruations, the seemingly endless slapping of your skin with his.

Your body shook, the overstimulation taking its toll. He pulled you up so that your back was pressed against his bare chest, “T-Taemin I can’t-“ you spoke through breathless moans.

“No baby, I know you can,” He reassured you before bringing his hand around to rub harsh circles over your clit, “Give me another one.”

His combined efforts hurtled you over the edge again in less than a minute. Tears continually streamed down your cheeks, and a chocked sob left your throat, before Taemin met his own release with a low grunt in your ear.

You collapsed next to each other, catching your breaths. Your breaths mixing in the steamy mess of your bedroom. Taemin rolled onto his side, facing you before he grabbed your chin and kissed you, it was hungry yet passionate. It strangely really felt like ‘goodbye’ rather than the ‘see you later’ it used to be.

“What’s wrong?” You ask when he pulls away.

“I just-“ He shook his head, sending you a small closed mouth smile, “Never mind, It’s not important.”

He said it in his head, screamed it, ‘I love you, please don’t choose someone else, please don’t walk away.’ However he knew he’d never say it to you. He was bad for you, his tendencies and habits. He knew it wouldn’t be more than these secret meetings. You’d find someone, or your father would, who gave you more than his own criminal-like tendencies could. He knew you’d be happier in someone else’s arms.

•

The last day of classes was easy, term papers all turned in. Taemin fell asleep in class again, everything was normal, to the finest degree.

“I’ll drive you home.” Taemin had said to you, you nodded to him with a smile. You reached his car, a dark green 1970 Chevy Impala, a very Taemin car in your opinion. He opened the passenger door for you.

“How chivalrous of you.” Your words causing him to roll his eyes as he shut the door, to which you chuckled, “So what do I owe the pleasure, you taking me home?” You asked once he was in the drivers seat.

He shrugged, as he pulled away from the curb and continued down the street, “I won’t see you for awhile, might as well enjoy your company.”

You snorted, “No need to get all sappy with me Lee, I’m sure you’ll have me tangled in the sheets the day we come back to campus.”

Silence filled the car as he drove down the streets. You could sense he had something on his mind, like he had the urge to say something. And he didn’t the whole way, until you were parked across the street from the sorority both your backs leaning against the driver side of the car. Taemin lit a cigarette taking a few drags before finally speaking, the brisk breeze blowing the cloud of tobacco your way.

“What about your father?” His words held a bitter twinge to them— as if mentioning him left a bad taste in his mouth.

You looked over and up at him as you studied his face for any indication of what he meant, “What about him?” His eyes bore down into your own with the upmost intensity. free from prying eyes. Or so you thought.

Taemin shook his head, “Nevermind.” You overlooked the pained smile he had forced on his features. Stepping on his cigarette before moving in front of you he grabbed your cheek then placing his lips upon your own, the same hunger they always had beneath it made you crack a smile against his lips. He pressed your back flush against the side of his car.

“Taemin, as much fun as you fucking me against your car sounds, it’s probably not the best idea.” Your voice was breathy as you pulled away.

“I’ll be subtle about it.” He smirked. You considered it, the street was pretty much barren, void of any prying eyes. Or so you thought.

“My dad will be here to pick me up soon.”

“Tch, your lose.” He said before stepping away from you.

“I’ll see you in a couple weeks.” You smiled, pecking at his lips before walking across the street but you stopped half way turning back around to face him, “And Taemin, don’t be a stranger, text me.”

“Ya, ya, as you wish.” He waved you off with a smile, “Have fun.”

You waved to him as he drove away, and when you turned to go inside you heard a car honk. You turned around again only for your fathers ginormous black suburban to pull up, and to your surprise your father was the one driving.

When he got out you gave him a bear hug, you were his little girl.

“Oof,” he let out along with a chuckle, “Your hugs never get old, sweetheart. You ready to go?”

“Where’s Kevin?” You asked when you released him from the hug, curious as to where your fathers driver was.

“He had some business to attend to.” He reassured you, “I assume you have everything packed? We don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”

“Ya I just have to grab my bag.”

•

5 minutes prior;

Your father watched from where you had parked further down the street, he was seething. Watching as some random boy pinned his daughter between himself and the car. He was bad news, searching for a climb up the New York social latter.

The leather jacket, the car, the cigarettes, the way he handled his precious daughter. He was no where near the standard he held for his daughter.

“Sir?” Kevin asked from the drivers seat.

“Tail him, find out who he is, I never want him coming near my daughter again.”

“Sir, are you saying-“

“Yes. Take him out.”

•

Taemin;

He sat on the couch in the back of the club— the typical hangout. He had a new cigarette sitting between his middle and pointer finger, Jinki came threw the door to his office, a large stack of cash in hand.

“Hey jackass this isn’t a lodging house, feet off the couch.” Taemin scoffed but ultimately listened, sitting up.

“Is that all from last night?” He asked.

“Only half.”

“Shit.” Kibum said from his spot on the floor, most likely high with the way he was slurring his words, “We should put Taemin on the stage more often.”

“We getting our shares?” Minho asked as he cleaned his gun.

“Push me and your answer will be no. Kibum, stop testing the fucking merchandise, I’m not afraid to cut your share.” Laughter bubbled in Kibums throat, “Jonghyun, can you sober him up? I need him to sell tonight.”

Jonghyun sighed, “On it.”

“Taemin— I’m putting you on section 3, bachelorette party.”

“Fantastic.” He said before taking another drag from his cigarette.

The 5 of them worked together, Jinki bought the club a couple years back. He hired strippers, waitresses and bar tenders, and the 5 of them worked the illegal dealings, most of the time. But after a male stripper left on short notice, Taemin stepped in. And the costumers loved him. Kibum sold illegal drugs to mingling groups, usually with the help of Taemin. Minho covers security— checking Id’s and such, and Jonghyun dj’s, the whole ordeal wouldn’t work without him.

Before he went out and danced almost fully naked in front of random women. He texted you.

T: goodnight, sleep well

Y/n: Lee Taemin going to bed early? Who are you???

Taemin couldn’t help but smile at his screen, he could hear your voice as he read it.

T: No, but I know you do

Y/n: You got me there...

T: Sleep well

•

The previous week drifted past and it was Christmas Eve. Snow now on the ground, it absorbed the noise around it, making everything fall quite.

The club wasn’t the ideal place any regular person would find themselves on Christmas. But the boys were all Taemin had, the only people he could truly consider family.

“JESUS KIBUM!” Jinki’s voice shouted, the boy in question was slouched over on the couch, passed out. He didn’t even stir.

“He’s cooked, good luck with that.” Minho snorted.

“We had a new buyer meeting set up tonight, willing to pay double for 7 grams.”

“I can do it.” Taemin shrugged, and it was settled. A Simple deal, nothing he couldn’t handle.

You;

Piano played carols downstairs, the annual Christmas Eve party your father threw was in full swing. The wealthy families in the neighborhood attended talked business and such. Though you were preoccupied, starring at the screen of your phone, waiting for Taemin to text you back, you sighed when nothing popped up you left your phone on you bed before slipping back down the stairs to join the crowd.

“Y/n, darling, there you are! There’s someone your father would like you to meet.” Your mother spoke, she grabbed your hand guiding you in the foyer. You saw your father talking to a man about his age.

“Ah, sweetheart!” Your father greeted with a warm smile, “This is Mr. and Mrs. Wong, We work closely together.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Wong.” You said with a bright smile.

“And, can’t forget their wonderful son, very intelligent young man.” Your father gestured to the boy who stood with them, you hadn’t even realized he was there until that very moment. He was handsome, he grabbed your hand kissing the back of it lightly.

“I’m Lucas.” He greeted and you swore that smile would make you melt, your cheeks burned crimson. You knew what your father was proposing with Lucas, and you couldn’t exactly fight him in it. In a life such as yours, your choices are made for you, including who to love and marry. Though you felt loving Lucas would come easier than you’d imagined.

Taemin;

Taemin was leaned against a graffiti covered wall in a quiet alley way, waiting for this new costumer Jinki had spoken of. The guy eventually came down the alley, Taemin rolled his eyes at how obvious this new-bee was being.

“Hey are you-“ he started.

“Ya, ya, you got the money?”

“Can I see the product first?” The man asked, Taemin rolled his eyes before taking out the bag holding it up, “That’s it?”

“It’s what you asked for, 7 grams.”

“I don’t remember that.” The guy argued.

“Look, take it or leave it dude.”

But he didn’t respond, that’s when Taemin saw the flashing lights, his stomach dropped, “NYPD, come out of the alley with your hands up!”

“You set this up? Fucking snitch.” He spat before he went barreling down the other side of the alley. He ran to his car, speeding off, his mind was racing a thousand miles per minute. He knew if they didn’t know his car by now they’d know soon.

He pulled up behind the club, rushing out of the car and then inside. Taemin shoved Jinki the second he saw him, The tensions quickly going from 0 to 100.

“The bastard called the cops!” Taemin yelled.

“Fucking shit.” Jinki spoke.

“I have to go, I-I have to leave.” Taemin was freaking out.

“Taemin we can figure this out, you don’t have to go anywhere.” Jonghyun stepped in.

“I’m not taking you all down with me- I’m sorry, I’ll contact you all when it’s safe.”

And with that Taemin was out the door again, hearing the sirens off in the distance only serving to heighten his unrest. As he sped through the bustling night streets. He pulled out his phone as he headed for the countryside, in hopes to disappear and lay low for a bit.

He pressed your number, his heart ached when you didn’t answer. He took a deep breath to steady his voice, going to speak when the tone sounded.

“Hey, Y/n, uh— I got into some trouble, I won’t be able to talk until it’s safe- Uh b-but I will, don’t worry too much about me.”

He wished he could’ve heard your voice, spoken directly to you. It would’ve calmed him down, cleared his mind enough to be aware of the black suburban tailing behind him. Would’ve prepared him for the pit maneuver that sent his car into a tree.

He coughed on the smoke before pushing the car door open, and falling out onto the asphalt. Taemin looked up to see the man from the alley way.

“You-“ Taemin croaked, blood from a cut on his forehead dripped down his face, “What? Are you a cop?”

He chuckled, “Taemin, you simply messed with the wrong family. And pissed off a powerful father.”

“You’re mistaken, Ive never met the guy.” Taemin’s hoarse voice spoke again.

“You really think he doesn’t keep tabs on her?”

“So what are you here for? To threaten me to not go near her again?” He asked groaning as he rose to his feet.

“Not exactly.” The man, Kevin, raised his arm. A gun in hand. And before Taemin had time to react it was too late. A twisted game of class resulting in blood shed. For she was higher than he.

The final sounds hushed by the snow that began to fall; were that of a gun shot and a body crumpling to the cool earth below.

[carrot-kun]

Jack and the Bean stalk (A Fairytale Remix)

Note: This story is inspired by the technique of Double reading, specifically Queer reading.

I stared at the beans in the bag as I walked along the road. These magical beans would surely fetch more money than that annoying cow I sold to the elderly woman! I hopped happily while looking at my friends playing in the field next to my house.

“Jack! Come on! We need one more person!” They shouted at me when I neared them. “I can’t. Mother will punish me if I don’t reach home on time.” I replied with a pout.

“But Sally is joining us! Don’t you want to play with Sally?” They asked with mischievous grins, pointing to a jolly Sally running around with her friends.

“Mother won’t hear my excuses.” I said and waved the crowd away. Showing Mother these magic beans was more important than playing with a pretty girl.

I entered through the open door and shouted for her. Her voice rang from the kitchen, so I ran to her and thrust the bag into her hands. “Mother, look what I brought!” I exclaimed.

“I don’t have time for your games, Jack. How much did you get for the cow?” She placed it down and turned to the boiling pot.

“I got this! I sold the cow to an old woman who gave me this.” I spoke with enthusiasm. “They are magical beans!”

She stopped abruptly, shock washing over her face. “You ... sold the cow for this?” She grabbed the bag and looked inside. With a horrified expression, she threw it out the window and raised her hand.

I closed my eyes in anticipation as her hand landed on my cheek. “Mother!” I looked out at the spilled beans, cupping my cheeks.

“You are sixteen! Don’t you know how to ...” Her voice trailed off. “What did I do wrong for you to be this way?” She sank to the floor and waved me off.

I walked out of the house and kicked the rocks. She threw them away! How could I sell them now?

The night was silent as I slipped under the sheets and looking over to where the lamp was burning a few minutes ago. Mother had prepared to go to Aunt Emma’s when morning arrived. The whole journey was going to take at least four days. Her face was pale and tired. She was going to work herself sick like this.

The morning was dull as Mother put the heavy bag on her back and walked towards the orange sun. I sighed and went to the kitchen to eat the food mother had prepared before leaving. Passively, I looked out the window, remembering the beans.

Humongous green snake like stems twirled around and reached upward. I ran to the back of the house and stood wonder struck at the sight of the towering plant kissing the sky. But these were just seeds yesterday. How had they grown so much?

I wondered how tall the plant was as I walked back towards the house. Locking the door, I ran back to green giant. I put a foot to the side, grabbed the overhead branches and started climbing.

The plant seemed to grow slowly even as I was climbing up, boosting my pace. A long and exhausting climb later I reached a thick blanket of clouds pierced through by the stem. Excited, I reached out to feel the clouds but to my surprise, they felt solid.

Carefully, I stepped onto the clouds and started walking towards a green patch I saw in the distance. Where those trees in the sky? I started to jog along, my eyes searching the unfamiliar terrain.

Green cover took over once I reached the area I had spotted. It looked just like the forests down on the ground, except one small detail. That being that these trees were at least ten times bigger. The trunks were wider that church's bell towers. Fallen leaves looked like boats and the grass tickled my elbows.

Pushing through the wilderness, I stepped into a clearing. A simple wooden house stood in the middle, not even the king's castle could compare to it in size. Dazed, I walked toward the enormous structure over soil grains the size of pebbles.

A loud gasp coming from my right made me jump. "You! You are from the ground!" The terrifying voice spoke slowly. Turning my neck carefully, I saw a ginormous young face framed by long wavy black hair observing me with care. "You are!" He shouted in glee.

Too shocked to move, I felt my forehead tingling as he moved closer, his wide brown eyes just a few feet from me. "Who are you?" I asked in a squeaky high pitch.

"I ... My name is Edward. How did you get here?" There was friendly curiosity laced in his words. His hand, which was as tall as me, inched towards me and his smile showcased a set of slightly crooked teeth.

"I climbed up the magical bean stalk." My voice slipped into a shriek when his hand laid flat in front of me.

"Magical bean stalk? She kept her promise!" He yelled in excitement. "Go on, get on my hand, I will take you to my house."

Hesitantly, I stepped onto his rough hand and sat down as he stood up. He covered me with his other hand as he ran towards the house. "What is your name?"

"Jack." I replied. He opened the door and put me on the table with some fruits and vegetables on one end. The interior was bare, with just a table and a chair.

"Jack, I need your help." He spoke as he sat on the chair. Leaning forward, he put in chin on the table.

"What kind of help do you need?" I asked him.

"I was cursed by the witches and wizards in my village and put here for a crime I didn’t commit. The only way for me to return to my normal state I need to make this potion." He slid a crumbled piece of paper from his pocket towards me. "But I can only get these things on land, my size prevents me from going down there. Could you help me make it?"

"These proportions are going to cost a fortune. I don't think I can help you." I said in a morbid tone as I examined the page which was the only normally sized object in the room.

"You can take these fruits; they will fetch you a pretty penny. With their size, I doubt you will face any competition." He thrust the huge fruits in my direction and looked at me with an anxious smile. "I will help you carry it down once dusk has set." He quickly added. "Please, I can't handle being stuck here alone any longer."

My heart melted as his eyes glistened. "Since we have till the evening ..." I sat down cross legged on the table, the paper stuffed into my pants. "How long have you been here?"

His eyes darted towards me and he smiled gratefully. "At least five months. During the first month, a kind older witch wrote down the recipe for the potion and gave it to me. Before she could help me make it, she was caught, and her powers were taken away from her. She promised me she would find a way of helping me before she escaped."

"I got the beans from an old woman, that must have been her." I placed my relatively tiny hand on his to comfort him.

Amusement lit up his face as he looked down on me. "I worked as a carpenter before ... this. I built this house and these..." He pointed to the table and chair. "... to pass time while I waited for her."

"You are quite talented, Ed. Do you mind if I call you Ed?" I asked him. He shook his head. We discussed our strategy repeatedly while we waited for the darkness to set in.

We left the house with me saddled in his front pocket, a burning torch in one of his hands, a basket with a few giant fruits in his other when night arrived. He descended the bean stalk silently as I held onto his shirt for dear life.

Once on the ground, he emptied the basket into the area behind my house and placed me down. To not disturb the neighborhood, he spoke nothing and just waved at me while climbing up the stalk, disappearing into the sky. I entered my house and slept till the morning sun was shining in my eyes.

Soon I was up and moving to put the plan into action. I walked up to Sally's house and called for her father. "Sir, I have a few things that I need to take to the market to sell. I can't carry them on foot, so may I borrow your cart? Of course, I will be paying you the rent for it at the end of the day." I told him when he came to the door.

"Sure, but take Sally with you. She is the one the horse trusts the most." I agreed to the condition and within ten minutes we were on our way to the market. Sally was bewildered at the size of the fruits.

"Where did you find these?" She asked. "Did it grow on the green tower like plant behind your house?"

"I found them in the forest yesterday when I was travelling along the road." I lied.

"Take me along the next time. Were there more?" She asked in a jolly tone. "I wonder what made them grow so big. I want to study these curiosities!" She exclaimed. "I am sure the scientist living near the market would love them."

"Maybe he will buy them from me!" I snapped my fingers. "Let's head to his house first!"

We reached his place and his curiosity made him buy all four of them at the price I asked of him. He didn’t even try to bargain; it was my lucky day.

With Sally's help I completed my errands at lighting speed and reached her house before the sun set. I paid her and ran to my house. Carefully lining up the ingredients near the tower of green, I waited for the darkness to cover me.

I sensed the stalk shaking a little and looked up to see him descending at a swift pace. When he saw the things lined up, a wide smile lit up his face in the dim light of the lamp I had brought with me. Placing a giant basket with even more huge fruits on the ground, we got to work. Making gestures to communicate, we made the potion and heated it up in four normal sized pots.

Once done, he chugged the contents of the pots one at a time. Over the next ten minutes, he shrunk to my height. I knew he was young but now I could make out that he was close to my age. He ran to me and hugged me once he stopped shrinking. "Thank you!" He shouted. "Thank you so much, Jack!" He placed a quick kiss on my cheek, his long hair brushed against my skin, and he held my hands.

"Your ears are turning red!" He commented when I stayed silent. I continued to look at the ground and tried to hide my red face. "Jack? Are you ..." Before he could finish, I looked with a silly grin that made him crack up.

"You are prettier than I thought you would be." I finally spoke, trying not to stare at him for too long.

"Pretty?" His eyes disappeared in his wide smile. "Why, thank you!" A dull red spread through his cheeks.

"You can stay with me; you can’t go back to your village, can you?" I asked him as we walked into the house, the lamp in my hand.

He shook his head and hid his eyes with his hand. "My family doesn’t believe me either so there is no point in telling them either." His lips quivered.

"Then stay with me forever!" I shouted while I pulled away his hand. ''Forever?" He stuttered as his eyes met mine.

"Forever." I confirmed, leaning forward and placing a kiss on his cheek.

The next day we sold six of fruits in the market with Sally's help. Even the king's men bought two. We gave one to Sally for her help and headed back to the house. When mother arrived the next day, we gave her the money we got for the fruits which would help us live comfortably for the rest of our lives. Mother took a liking to Ed, so she let him stay with us. He taught me carpentry,we started a carpentry store together and so we lived happily ever after!

[give-me-back-my-rhodey]

Drunk Weddings - AUgust Day 29

 Title: Drunk Weddings

Author: Purple_ducky00

Rating: Teen

Warnings: n/a

Tags: Crack

Pair: Thor/Tony, Rhodey/Heimdall

Link: Read on AO3

Summary: Tony and Thor are cold when sober, but highly affectionate when drunk. What happens when they wake up married with strange tattoos?

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Tony and Thor have a complicated relationship. They actively avoid each other when sober because an argument is sure to ensue, but when they’re drunk… well, let’s just say, the two act like a couple on their honeymoon. They proclaim their love for each other, cuddle aggressively, and every so often have a heated make-out session. Even though Rhodey and Heimdall have photographic evidence,  Thor and Tony will deny ever doing so once sober again.

Tonight, during their annual trip to Vegas with Heimdall and Rhodey, they’re drunk. Tony is sprawled entirely on top of Thor, kissing his chin. They are both lovingly arguing over which one loves the other more when Thor decides they should get married. Tony agrees quickly. “But we don’t have rings.” He mourns.

“We can buy them. I have enough money.” Thor rubs Tony’s head, trying to comfort him.

 That makes Tony happy, and he grabs his coat to leave, Thor following quickly behind. The woman at the jeweler’s watches in amusement as the pair tries on ring after ring, showering the other with lavish praise. They finally both settle on a ring. An overpriced ring that looks stunning. Tony hands over his credit card and tells the cashier, “I think it should go through.” Thor snickers because it’s definitely going to go through.

 Holding hands, they walk out of the jewelry shop when Tony spots a tattoo parlor. “We should get wedding tattoos!” He cries. Thor quickly agrees. They rush into the parlor. Inside are two men chatting over a chair.

 “Hello, we are here for wedding tattoos!” Thor proclaims.

 The one guy looks over at the other. “Sam, which one do you want?”

 “You can wrestle Blondie if he gets unruly. I’ll take Shorty.” Sam replies.

 “Excuse you.” Tony staggers forward. “You can’t take either of us. We’re taking each other. Wedding tattoos, remember?”

 “I apologize.” Sam holds up his hands. “Just pick out what you want, sign these forms, and we can get you your tattoos.”

In the end, they both get TNT tattooed on their bicep. Tony surmises that this is great because 1.) It’s Tony N Thor – TNT and 2.) He loves ACDC. Perfect tattoo. He also tells Sam secretly that he wants a little hammer tattooed on his buttcheek, for Thor. Little does he know that Thor is commissioning a tiny wrench on his own. Thor pays for the tattoos, and they head off to find Elvis to marry them.

 “How much do you want to bet they’ll be back tomorrow demanding a refund or something?” Bucky smirks.

 Sam widens his eyes. “They were.. something else, that’s for sure. And I’m positive I just tattooed Tony Stark’s ass.”

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Finding Elvis wasn’t too hard. Standing up straight to say their vows was. In the end, Elvis declares them husbands and they kiss fervently.

 Heading back to their rooms to consummate their marriage, Thor asks Tony if he really wants to have sex. Tony snorts. “Yea, we should have sex.” He walks into the room, flops down on the bed, and promptly falls asleep. Thor decides sleeping is a good idea and lays down next to him.

 Tony wakes up the next morning with a ringing hangover. He feels like shit and his bicep and right butt cheek hurts. There’s also someone in his bed, and they are ginormous. He cracks open one eye and quickly closes it. “Too bright.” He hisses.

 The door opens and closes. “What happened here?” Heimdall’s loud voice rings out.

 “Heimdall, please, for the love of all things holy, please quiet down.” Thor mumbles.

 “Yea what Thor sa-” Wait. Thor? Tony sits up in bed quickly, almost blacking out from his hangover. “What the hell happened?” He groans, looking at Thor. “Why are you in my bed?” “Technically, you’re in his.” Tony doesn’t appreciate the amusement in Rhodey’s voice. He tells the man so. His Honeybear has the gall to just laugh.  “Here, take an aspirin and drink this.” Rhodey hands him a cup and a pill. He then gives one to Thor as well.

Tony sighs at the relief. He moves to get out of bed, but Rhodey stops him. “Wait, we need to talk.”

 “Did you guys get married last night?” Heimdall calls from across the room. He holds up a paper; their marriage certificate.

 Thor’s eyes widen and Tony facepalms. “Oh, fuck me.” He says.

 “What’s going on with you two?” Rhodey asks seriously. “You both seem to hate each other sober and love each other drunk.”

 Tony knows the answer to his side. He’s in love with Thor, but Thor would never love him. So Tony avoids him. He doesn’t want his hopeless crush to get out of hand. “Not all of us have a healthy relationship like you two winners.” He tries to joke his way out of the situation, but Thor seems to have other ideas.

 “Nothing changes for me when I’m drunk or sober,” Thor says. “I love Tony, but he doesn’t love me back. I don’t mean to come on to him when drunk, but it seems drunk him doesn’t mind.”

 Wait, WHAT? “When did I say I didn’t love you back?” Tony retorts.

 Thor doesn’t have an answer for him because Thor never professed his love sober. Both of the men sit on the bed trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they were in love. “I guess we should just stay married then?” Tony asks.

 Rhodey groans and hides his face in his hands.

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“Look, there they are.” Bucky nods to two men outside their shop. “I told you they’d come back. Do you think we should just reject any drunk tattoo requests?”

 Sam cocks his head. “I’m sorry. When is there anyone sober in this area of Vegas? Do you want to go out of business?”

 Their clients from last night walk in the door. “Hello.” The short man hold up a hand. “Did you two tattoo us last night?”

 “That we did.” Sam nods.

 “Thank you.” The large blonde one laughs. “We got married last night, and we love the tattoos. Apparently, drunk us has some sense after all. I have no memory of last night.”

 “All that matters is that we got married at the end of it.” Short guy’s eyes sparkle. “Thank you for being a part of our journey. I’m just leaving a tip.” He opens his wallet and gives both men a stack of twenties. “Enjoy yourselves.”

 “Tones! Let’s go, or we’re leaving without you!” Someone calls from outside.

 Tony nods. “Gotta go. Enjoy your day.” He pulls his husband out of the shop.

 Sam looks at Bucky. “Well, that was an experience.”

 “Yea, I’m glad we got married the normal way.”

[fuzzypastels]

Treehouse Confessions (Best Friend! Shownu X reader)

~ Crossposted to Wattpad ~

the tree that had sheltered the ups and downs of our lives loomed over us, casting magically distorted sunlight through its mess of leaves and branches. we laid beneath its shade, eyes trained at the blue sky. cloud-watching. I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine, the edge of his pinky against mine. my heart raced a little. the swathes of white on cerulean blue passed idly and a familiar shape came into view.

"Hyunwoo, look! it looks just like you!" 

I tapped his arm excitedly, eyes focused on his face to get his reaction. he squinted for a bit and he broke into a smile. giggling softly. summer had just begun and boredom had taken the form of watching clouds on a bright sunny day. out of the blue, he turned towards me, eyebrows quirked and eyes squinted in excitement. his lips were distractingly pink and soft looking today. did he start wearing chapstick?     

"let's build a treehouse!" 

he exclaimed suddenly making me laugh. his excitement made my heart skip a beat. how could two people be so close yet so distanced at the same time? I shook the random thought out of my head. I nodded enthusiastically which made his baby seal-like smile to appear on his face. my heart fluttered in my chest. what is with me today?

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the sound of wood being sawed filled the air, concealing the sound of my racing heart. he was dressed casually as always, white tee tucked casually into his light blue denim pants, dark brown hair tousled by the forces of a non-existent wind and lips pouting in concentration. the muscles in his back tensed beneath his damp shirt.

"_______, the nail won't hammer itself you know..." 

he commented teasingly, a cheeky smile gracing his features. he waved his hand in front of my face jolting me back to reality. I smiled apologetically. and that was when the realisation smacked me in the face. I was crushing on son Hyunwoo. my best friend since whenever forever began.

my heart dropped to my stomach. I felt sick. not because the idea of liking him was gross but because it might ruin our friendship. I could already imagine his stoic face as he apologises for it not being mutual and unfriending me afterwards. just thinking about it made me shudder. I groaned quietly.

"it's a phase. I'll get over it."

I said to myself. forgetting that life was never that simple.

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a month and a half went by and it was the absolute worst. what would have been a fun activity for best friends turned into me avoiding his gaze awkwardly fast while he looks at me confusedly. petals of guilt blossomed in my heart. the heart that is going to ruin our wonderful friendship.

the day of completion finally arrived. I had repeated it like a mantra but, his smile. his darned smile. it made my resolve crumble like it was never there in the first place. with his eyes all squinty in accomplishment.

he looked at me with an all too familiar look, a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes. it was a race and the last person would have to haul the generator to the treehouse. and that monstrosity must have weighed at least 50 kilograms. I agreed even though I knew that his long legs and natural speed would allow him to clinch the win effortlessly. and I wasn't wrong. unsurprisingly.

 he climbed the ladder with ease and held out his hand to help me up. my heart was pounding and I could feel the blood rushing to my face. maybe I shouldn't have raced him. in it, we had prepared two sleeping bags, blankets, pillows and a ginormous amount of snacks.

sunlight filtered through the rose-hued glass of the window casting a warm blush glow onto our skin. it was cosy, kind of like a small apartment. Our small apartment. my heart thumped in my chest, a loud cry to be acknowledged. I cleared my throat, it sure is stuffy in here. next to me, the loud sound of crinkling plastic made me turn. he was holding out a bag of chips. I gladly accepted his offer.

"Hey, are you mad at me?"

he asked. worry etched onto his features. I shook my head.

"of course not. why would I be?"

"you've been really quiet lately."

he had always been my listening ear and shoulder to lean on. always there for me. and yet I couldn't even do one simple task. keep my feelings in check. my heart felt heavy. I hugged him. he smelled sweet like warm summer, clean cotton and a gentle wood scented soap. he hugged back, arms warm on my back.

“thank you,”

I mumbled into his neck.     

“for what?”

he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

“for always being there for me since our diaper days.”

his laughter rumbled through his body making me laugh as well. I gently pulled away from him and at that moment we locked eyes. we grew quiet. the proximity between us made me giddy. I felt myself blush and maybe it was the light from the rose-hued glass of the window playing tricks on my eyes but it seemed like he was too. his gaze never left mine. my cheeks felt warmer than ever.

"why? is there something on my face?"

I asked, nervousness bubbling in my forced laughter. an attempt to lighten the sudden change in atmosphere. the proximity between us burned but I couldn't bring myself to move away. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. he leaned closer and without thinking twice, I closed the gap. it felt just as soft as they looked. realising what I've done, I quickly drew back and mentally cursed myself. the whole crush thing must have gotten to my head. I apologised to him profusely but he just kept silent, gaze unwavering. I trailed off. was he disappointed?

“I'm so sorry Hyunwoo. please say something.”

my voice cracked and my vision blurred. what have I done? This is going to ruin our friendship for sure. why must I be so impulsive and irrational? he tilted my chin upwards, calloused fingers rough against my skin as he wiped away tears I never even realised had begun to fall. he traced my lips and planted his soft pink lips on mine firmly.

“I'm the one who should be sorry for not doing this way sooner.”