#lie. i could. i do not Want to do this whole fucking paper by myself

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do professors offer a "got stuck with a stupid partner" condolence grade

[pepprs]

hi mutuals. ive been gone all day in capstone hell in part bc my advisor is basically making me restructure the entire thing and it’s literally due on saturday. also if i look at a screen for another second my eyes will explode out of my face i think. like screens are so weird and 3d to me rn and it hurts my eyes and is too up close but also im pretty sure i have a lazy eye now so that’s probably why lol. but I have a week of this left at least atp except i can’t possibly ahve a week of this left because i literalt graduate a week from today. i feel like setting everything on fire

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Just Come Home To Us

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!Reader x Lando Norris

Rating: R

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, Smut, oral (both receiving), p in v, wrap it before you tap it, I'm sure there is some other, also this smut not the best written but hey I finished it

Our Boy Series Masterlist/ Previous: Memories of Old and New / Next: They're My Future, You're The Past

Synopsis: Things are never easy, even when you want to come home.

A/n: One more chapter before the end of Our Boy Main Story!

4 months have passed since that morning after the Monaco Grand Prix. 4 months since your husband kicked you out of the house and their lives. Painful nights alone, filled with tears and nightmares, the only comfort has been talking to Elijah and Cecile every day. Elijah was the ever-good son, telling you Charles and Lando were far from okay. 

His Papa was back in therapy and felt he wasn't ready to see you, not because of the fight, but because he wanted to better himself first. You kept your mouth shut, refusing to let anger cloud your son's judgment of his Papa. Lando, Cecile told you that he was holding everyone together, but she worried no one was there for him. 

It made your heart clench. Lando was the younger of you 3 and always in the middle whenever you and Charles argued. Closing your eyes, you suck in the bone-chilling air of Finnish winter. "Eh, don't fall asleep on me!" With an ache in your neck, you see your father on his snowmobile, grinning. The same grin he'd give Uncle David or Michael before a race. 

"I'm not old man, just enjoying the fresh air." Words are falling off, and the blanket of white surrounding you has your eyes burning. "Just call," Mika whispers, knowing what you're thinking. He could always see those thoughts whirling in your head. An open book is what he liked to call you. "No," Your father mumbles something about how stubborn you are, kicking off the engine and leaving you as he goes through the private course again. 

Why should you have to call? Charles was the one who wouldn't let you explain, even listen to you. He did what he always did: reacted first. A defense mechanism you have experienced one too many times. And this was the last time you'd be subjected to it. Charles has ripped your family apart more than once; this may be the time he succeeded. 

Kicking your own engine, you follow your father to the top of the point, seeing him staring out. "He should be the one to call!" You yell, the wind whipping around you. It was a lashing you have missed, the cold turning your blood to ice and making your lungs expand to suck in the crisp air. "Why?" You hated when Mika did this. He wouldn't take your side. He said that while he loved you, that doesn't mean he'll always defend you. Sometimes, the child must fight their own battle to determine if the war is worth it. 

"Why?" You trudge through the snow, stopping next to your father. Memories of being a little girl, learning harsh lessons, and the screaming matches of forming your own path. "Because he kicked me out and told me to leave. And I did. He ripped this family apart, not me." Mika turns, and you shrink back. Even after the words left, you felt their poison seep in. "The truth is a paper cut, but the lies are the bullet wounds. You did not help your cause when you continued to lie to those men. Good men who have given you a wonderful family and two gorgeous children." Mika sighs, fixing his glasses. 

"You think I don't know this? What do you want me to say? That I lost sleep, sometimes sick to my own stomach, when I watched Elijah grow up? Or when Charles would whisper how much he loved Elijah and me? Because I did. I've hated myself for 16 years; for 16 years, I have lied to the greatest loves of my life. I thought Nico was my air, but he was sea. Swallowing me whole and drowning me. But Charles," You break off, swallowing your tears. "And Lando, they gave me air; for once, I remembered what breathing was like. FUCK!" You scream out into the mountain air. 

"When your mother died, I felt my world slip out from under me. When you started to act out, a part of me felt like I failed. You started to date Nico, and for once, I thought you were okay. Instead, you were slowly dying inside. If your mother was here, she'd kick my ass and then yours." You laugh, wiping your tears, the cold making them burn like acid. "I failed my babies," Mika shakes his head, facing you. 

"You didn't. You never failed those children, just yourself. And that's okay. Because no matter how old you get, you're still a child. My child and we Häkkinens don't make things easy. Just ask your Uncle David." You laugh, remembering how Uncle David would tell you stories about your father. "I miss them. I feel like I'm missing pieces of myself." You whisper. 

"I should hate Charles for the pain he caused me, but then I remember all the pain he's been through. We're both hurt, Daddy, so I fear we might harm Lando sometimes." Mika chuckles, still picturing you 3 as the 20-something-year-olds back in the 2020s. "He's stronger than you think, trust me." Nodding, the two of you drive back down to your cabin. Slowing, you see a blacked-out SUV. "Who is that?" Mika shrugs as he stalks to his own car. "Don't know! See you tomorrow for dinner!" Scrunching your eyebrows together, you open the front door, heat greeting you. 

"Hello?" Slowly entering your cabin, you stop seeing the familiar old, worn-out McLaren jacket. "Lando?" You call, boots pounding as you round the corner and stop seeing the mop of curls with little bits of grey now in them. He turns and stops, and both of you stare at one another. "Hey, gorgeous." Hearing that accent, those green-blue eyes stare at you, and everything comes crashing down. "Oh, god. I'm so sorry." You sob, crumbling to the floor. 

Whatever he was doing is forgotten as he rushes to you, falling to the floor with you as his arms circle around you. "Don't apologize, please don't." He whimpers, his beard tickling you, and you cry harder, hating how much you've missed that ridiculous beard. "You're here, you're here." You repeat and pull back, exchanging messy kisses and words. "Of course I am. It's been a horrible four months. We would've come sooner, but work and," You shut him up by kissing him deeply. 

Lando groans, hands digging into your snow jacket as he relaxes. Pulling apart, you take note of his words. "What do you mean, we?" "He means us." You give yourself whiplash with how fast you look up. Charles stands there, face taunt and glasses hanging onto the end of his nose. You and Lando always say Charles has aged with grace, but right now, he looks like his 26-year-old self again. And it still has your heart skip a beat. Standing, you two stare at one another as Lando looks between you. 

Without a second thought, you rush Charles, and with waiting arms, he accepts you into them. "I've missed you," Whisper of words pass between you two, but he swallows them with his mouth. "Don't talk," He groans, ripping your layers off as Lando whimpers, watching you two. "Come here, baby boy." Lando blushes and grumbles about how he isn't a baby anymore. "You're still our baby," Charles's fingers tug Lando's curls, which has him staggering into you two. 

"Where's the room?" Lando asks as Charles bites and sucks marks into his neck. "Down the hall to the left," You moan as Charles moves to your neck and leads you with a tangle of limbs to the bedroom. Shoving the door open, you three stagger in as they make work of your clothes. Charles stops, lifts you up by your legs, and drops you flat on your back. "Charlie," Lando whines as he lays Lando beside you. 

Your husband leans back, taking in the wreck messes that are you and Lando. "I haven't even fucked either of you, and you're both so wrecked for me." Lando rolls his eyes, and you do, too, with Charles smiling. "That was stupid, Charlie. We're not young anymore." Lando teases and leans up, pulling him down by his necklace. Their kiss is soft, filled with love and emotion, and you swear you feel that hurt grow again. 

Lando pulls away, gently pulling Charles's bottom lip. Leaning up, Lando whispers something to Charles, who has his eyes cut to you and grow dark. "You're right, baby." Charles presses a kiss to Lando's cheek and moves to you. His fingers brush your jaw and then cup it, pulling you up. "Still as breathtaking as the day I met you in the street." He places a soft kiss on your neck. 

"A wonderful mother," Another kiss, and with each praise, he places a kiss before he kisses your lips. "I've missed you more than air," Raising your arms, he helps you out of your shirt, and Lando removes your pants. "Don't leave me again, please." Charles doesn't let you answer as he swallows your words, straddling you on the bed. 

"Easy, Charles. You both need air." Lando reminds me of which has you breaking apart, chests raising and falling. He leans in, pecking you both on the lips. "I love you both so much," Lando whispers and pushes you down, smiling at you both. "Take off your clothes," Charles groans, hating that Lando is still fully clothed. "Who's needy for me now." Laughing, you help Lando out of his clothes. 

"Still a pretty cock, for an old man." Charles's fingers wrap around him, which makes Lando shiver. "Speak for yourself; you're older than me." Charles chuckles, gently jerking Lando off. But Lando doesn't ignore you as he leans down, kisses, licking, and biting his way down, but he stops looking up at you. "I love you," He mouths before closing his eyes as his lips have you gasping. 

"Oh, fuck." Arching your hips up, Lando's large hand pushes you back down and makes eye contact. "Does she still taste like heaven?" Charles rumbles, pulling his hand away from Lando, who whines at losing Charles's touch. Lando moans when your fingers tug at his curls each time he curls his tongue. "Mh, Lan-" You moan louder when Charles bites one of your nipples and ruts up into Lando's mouth. 

Lando pulls away, and you whimper as you are close, but he shakes his head. "Charles, come here. I think you owe our girl a perfect apology." Charles pulls off with a pop and smiles. "I think you're right." Charles moves and stands off the bed, and Lando bites his lip. "Kinda jealous," Charles laughs and pulls Lando into a searing kiss. "Don't worry, you're next." Your toes curl when you feel Charles nudge you as he gets comfortable between your legs. 

"Are you okay?" You stop and think this over. It probably wasn't wise to have sex before talking things through, but damn, you've missed them too much. "Yes, fuck yes, just," Charles moves and slides into you slowly, which has you whimpering. "Easy, you're okay," Charles whispers, dropping over you. His arms cage your head, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "See, old." Charles whips a hand out and twists Lando's nipple, which has him squeak. 

"Jesus, just fuck me, Charles." The two look at you and stop laughing. "Watch your tone." Charles pulls back and slams back into you, which pulls out a whimpering moan. "Lando, you can fuck my mouth." Lando whimpers, hearing that, and the boys move. Charles pulls you close, and he moves in slow thrusts, and Lando gets comfortable for you both. 

"I have missed this mouth. Charlie is good. But you're better." Lando whispers, peppering kisses all over your face. "Missed you too," Opening your mouth, Lando lets you swallow him as he whimpers, screwing his eyes shut. You don't know where your mind went, but every lousy thought has gone away with the two of them here. You've missed them both so much that having them close to you has made you fuzzy. 

"Fuck, baby." Charles groans and drops down, covering your body with his as Lando's hips and Charles's move faster. Lando whimpers pulls away, and wraps his hand around. Charles bats his hand away and takes Lando down his throat, which has you whimpering and clamping down on your husband coming. Lando gasps as Charles sucks him dry, pushing Charles off as he drops to the bed, panting. The three of you are a mess. 

"Don't leave me," Charles whispers as you tangle his hair with your fingers. Exhaustion seeps into your bones, and darkness takes you over. 

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Charles doesn't know when he wakes; all he remembers is tensing and his eyes flying open. Warmth covers him front to back, and something soft is wrapped around the warmth. Scanning the room, he groans. Memories of the flight, Mika helping them into your cabin, you coming back, the sex. Fuck, he shouldn't have done that. But he missed you, having you wrapped around him as he pulled you apart. 

Eyes move up, taking in Lando's puffed cheeks and mushed curls. He loved watching you both sleep; it was when you were more at peace. Rolling over, he feels his body go rigid. You weren't there, fuck did you leave. Slipping out of his husband's hold, he places a few soft kisses over the marks he has left. "Be back," Lando whines but settles back down. 

Bending down, Charles slides on some sweatpants and follows the light. He stops when he sees you sitting by the low fire on the phone. "I know, baby. I'm glad you and Cecile are having fun with Uncle Carlos." Charles leans against the frame, watching. "Yes, Papa and Daddy are here," Elijah must say something because your face scrunches up. 

"I don't know, honey. Um, Pa...Charles said some stuff during our fight that hurt. So I don't know if we'll get back together." Charles loses his smile and stands up straight. "Elijah, I understand you want me to talk to him, but.....listen. You tell Cecile that I'm okay. Also, please don't give Carlos a hard time, alright. Also look after the twins, oh remember that Oscar's daughter is coming to visit. Yes, Victoria. No, Elijah, don't fight with her. Just, okay, yeah, bye." Hanging up the phone, Charles quickly bolts into the bedroom. 

Lying down, Lando immediately attaches himself to Charles. The door creaks open, and you slide into the bed. But you don't cuddle into Charles; instead, you roll onto your other side, back facing him. 

He was losing you. 

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"But, it's snowing, and I think it would be nice," Lando begs, trying to get you and Charles to do something together. "Exactly, it's snowing, and we're in Finland. It's not exactly a British winter." Charles grumbles into his coffee. "Yn, pretty please. This is the first time we're in your home country. I want to see it." Lando makes his eyes big, and Charles looks away quickly. 

You groan as Lando starts to smirk, knowing he's got you. "Fine, there is a trail we can take that the locals use. It's about 2 hours, both ways." Lando cheers and rushes to the bedroom. The tension rolls off of you and Charles in thick waves. Putting down his mug, he stands and leaves you with no words or kisses. 

45 minutes later, with multiple layers of clothing, you trail behind Lando, who talks Charles's ear off. "Yes, Lando, I know that." Charles smiles, kissing him gently as Lando takes a picture of the snow-covered mountains. It's another 15 minutes before Lando gets tired of you two not talking. 

"Cecile was wondering if she came here and visited you," Charles staggers, but Lando catches him without a beat. "Really? I guess the kids could come here and visit." It never occurred to you that they could come out and visit. "Yeah, it's a great idea, don't you think?" Charles stops walking as you pass him, smiling. 

"You could come home," Charles whispers, cheeks dusted pink from the cold weather. The scuff you let out had Lando's shoulders tense. He could feel the fight coming a mile away, and this was one place he didn't want to get stuck in the middle. "Do I have a home to come back to? Or will you kick me out again?" The sneer on your lips has Charles's face pulled tighter. 

"Charlie, don't." Lando pleads, placing a hand on his chest, wanting him to calm down. "Your home is with us and our kids." Charles's voice was eerily calm, and Lando knew that all hell would break loose with one more comment. "I think you mean my kids. Or did you forget Elijah isn't yours?" It was a low blow, but all the hurt and anger you've felt over the past 4 months was too much. How dare he come here and demand you go home when he's why you're not home. 

"You're right, he isn't mine. I don't even think you're mine too." Charles snaps as Lando looks between the two of you. Fear in his eyes, as this could be the end. The end of his family. "You're right! I was never yours! And you know what? I should've divorced you after you kicked Lando out. How he can still stay with you is a fucking miracle." Charles's face goes neutral, the same look he had when Mattia told him off. His emotions are gone. 

"When you two get home, I hope Lando has the fucking mind to leave you and take the kids and let your worse fucking nightmare come true!" "ENOUGH!" 

Charles and you jump, turning to see Lando standing there, breathing hard. "Just enough. Please?" He begs the emotions and thoughts he's held together, snapping. "What the fuck is the matter with you? The both of you?" Charles has the mind to look ashamed, as do you. "How could you say those horrible things to one another? We're married! We have TWO gorgeous children and a wonderful life. I know I wasn't there initially, that Charles held you together. That you told a lie because you were hurt and trying to not let it all kill you, but fuck." 

"Y/n," Lando turns, looking at you, before taking a deep breath. "What you've done, said, it hurt. You manipulated us in a way that has cracked this marriage in a way we'll never recover from. But, you know what. I don't care. I don't; you're the love of my life and the mother of my two gorgeous, brilliant, talented children. You could kill me, and I'd forgive you. But you are holding onto such hate inside you for Nico that it's hurting us all. Nico, he," Lando sucks in a breath. "Lando, don't." "Shut up," The two of them stare at one another before Lando looks back at you. 

"Nico, he didn't leave you. He bought a new apartment and wrote that letter to tell you how excited he was and how much he loved you. But you never read the letter because you thought he left you. And that's okay because if you had read that letter, you'd have never fallen in love with us, and we wouldn't have Cecile. Y/n, you're not in your 20s anymore. Please, you need that closure when you come home. Because this is not your home, please talk to Nico. There is a piece of you that you're hiding from us because of him, and I have ignored it for 16 years, but no more." Reeling from his words, Lando turns his attention to Charles. 

"And you," He points his finger at Charles, who curls back like Lando has slapped him. "Grow up, get over it. She didn't cheat on us, she didn't fuck him while you two were together and then lie. She never told us who the father was; she moved the truth around. I know that losing your father and Jules was the worst pain imaginable and then losing Anthoine, and that was another person who left you. Charles, we're not leaving you, but we will if you keep shoving us away." 

Charles looks away as the silence surrounds you. "Charles, Charlie, look at me." Charles looks up, staring deep into Lando's eyes. "Elijah is yours, Cecile is yours. Y/n and I are yours. Never think that will change. Elijah is your little boy, the first person he goes to. Listen to me. We're all going to therapy because I refuse to let this relationship fail. If you two don't get your shit together, I'm taking the kids and leaving. Now, fucking TALK!" Lando screams and shoves past Charles and down the trail, leaving you two some peace. 

You two stare at one another; Charles opens his mouth to say something but keeps closing it, unable to say a word. 

"You didn't follow me," Charles snaps his eyes, shocked at your words. "For four months, Charlie. You didn't call, text, write, or even ask about me. Four months of hell, and you come here and then demand me to come home." Stepping closer, Charles takes a step back. 

"A part of me was scared that when I got here, you'd kick me out. And that terrified me. I don't care that Nico is Elijah's," Charles swallows the words and clears his throat. "I care that you didn't trust me for 16 years. Care enough to tell me the truth. After talking to Nico and reading the letters, I understand why. But, fuck," He rips his hand out of his jacket and wipes the tears away. 

"It's all my fault. I went back to therapy and realized that, but a part of it is your fault, too." You scuff, but stop thinking it all over. "He hurt me more than I want to admit. I just wanted to cause him pain, and by causing him pain, I hurt us both." Charles hiccups, wiping away the tears faster. "Four months, that's how long Cecile and you haven't talked to me. We need you home. We'll go to therapy. Hell, I'll stop racing if it means you stay. I'm going to fight for our family." You throw yourself into his arms as you two cry in the snow. 

"Also, Lando is ready to kill Nico on command, and so am I. Mika told us what he said to you, and I'll skin that fucker." You laugh as Charles pulls you back into his chest. "Oh, also, could you possibly call your Uncle David off. While commenting, he's destroyed Lando and me, and it's not fun." You laugh louder, but it stops when the crunch of snow has you facing the sound. 

"Thank god, can we please go home. I'm about to freeze my balls off, and I know you both love my balls." Lando whines; Charles and you share a look and smile. "Yeah, let's go home." 

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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

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Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment. 

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard. 

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night. 

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that. 

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly. 

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him. 

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together. 

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s. 

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face. 

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold. 

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray. 

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’ 

I was crying internally. 

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work. 

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley. 

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen. 

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different. 

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!” 

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered. 

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction. 

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl. 

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin. 

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself. 

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me. 

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him. 

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really. 

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess. 

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold. 

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me. 

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve. 

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest. 

My mouth dropped to the floor. 

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't. 

“…” 

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned. 

I’m actually going to kill myself. 

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly. 

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face. 

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back. 

“Here’s some more money Princess.” 

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him. 

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye. 

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine. 

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head. 

He kissed me out of literally nowhere. 

My blood went cold again. 

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good. 

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Novel.

A Whole New World: Pt. 1

Summary: in this new world, you find yourself to be faced with a strange man. He claims to have friends, friends who can help. Help you from what? None of this, nothing in this world feels like your own.

Length: medium.

An: any questions or ideas? Ask away my sweets!

"Oh? Are you finally awake?"

Though soft, and cautious, the sudden voice caused you to practically leap to the ceiling. Your eyes locked onto a man, a man who stood just peeking around the corner at you.

Nothing about him appeared to be immediately threatening, but that didn't change the fact that you'd either been kidnapped, or some inter-dimensional portal had thrown you into his rather dusty house.

Let's be real, it's probably the first option, you think to yourself.

You didn't say a word. Instead, you eyed him. Your hands were raised in front of your body, prepared to perform self defensive tactics should the need arise.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I don't even know how you got here,"

The male rounded the corner fully, allowing you a full view of him. As the sun glistened through, you made mental note of his appearance: he's slim, but doesn't seem weak. A two toned blue hair, dyed, you decided, golden earrings, piercing blue eyes- and heels? You dig it. Doesn't change the fact you don't trust him. He wore a tight black shirt and pants, but over that was a white cloak with what appeared to be card designs.

"Yeah right," you scoffed, "you do a horrible job kidnapping me and come up with an even worse lie! Atleast come up with something a little less lame than 'I don't know how you got here.'"

Was passing off your captor a good idea? Definitely not. But you did it anyways.

"Hey now," He complained, "you didn't even give me a chance to explain what happened! This is breaking and entering.

"Besides, if I was gonna kidnap you, I would've tied you up or something so you can't escape."

He tapped the side of his head as though forcefully visualizing the thought of 'logic' in your mind. Well fuck. He had a point, but that didn't make you trust him.

"I can guess by your reaction you're just as confused as I am. Or, was. You've been out for a couple of hours, and I had time to discuss with a friend possibilities of what could've happened.

"Allow me to introduce myself- I'm Ike Eveland. A novelist - you just so happened to be thrown into my house."

Ike, his name was. He stared at you expectantly, and you realized he wanted you to introduce yourself as well. Understandable.

"(Name.) (Full name.) ...nice to.. meet you? My memory feels fuzzy. ...so you're.. not a kidnapper?"

This time Ike let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No. I just happen to be who you stumbled across. Say, where are you from?"

It was concerning how comfortable Ike looked about this whole situation. Your mind felt fuzzy and you could barely even remember the answer the question he asked. Why was he so okay with this? What did he know that you didn't? More importantly, why didn't he call the cops on you?

"...From (location). Are we anywhere near there?"

"...huh? Where's that?"

"In (district/state) , (country). Why?"

Ike suddenly looked confused. You didn't understand why, so you threw out, "on (continent)." That made him even more confused, and he motioned down the hall. "...follow me."

As the he led the way, you realized what a long hallway this was. Dark, lit by candles, with doors that branched off into more halls, and the open rooms leading to boxes of many different themes. Your curiosity was gradually getting the better of you, and it took all of your self control not to ask a torrent of questions.

Ike walked in silence, deep in thought. The only sounds from him were the slight tap, tap, taps of his heels.

Soon enough he approached what you assumed to be an office: a rustic looking desk stacked with books, quills, and ink. He rummaged through papers before pulling out a map, spreading it out, and,

"Point to me where it is you come from."

"Well I come from-"

Slowly, you trailed off. Looking at the map, you realized something: the shape of their continents. They didn't look anything remotely similar to what you know! And.. Kingdoms. Kingdoms and Queendoms and lone territories covered the map instead of states or districts or sectors.

"...where AM i?"

You finally asked. Slowly but surely, fear settled in your gut.

Ike released a soft sigh, shaking his head. "That confirms Shu's suspicions. You're not even from here. I can tell from the look on your face," He was staring at you in total disbelief.

Whilst you were staring at him in absolute terror, too shocked - too scared to speak.

This had to be a dream.

"You're here, in Tamron Queendom. More specifically, Zhilford. Close to the palace, actually, less than two days travel." Ike explained, pointing at the map and where it was labeled Zhilford.

"...this is a dream. This is.. Ike, pinch me."

You were staring to shake. Ike mightve laughed at the request had he not seen the look of fear on your face. He reached over and gently pinched your arm, and watched your face fall completely.

"Hey. Listen, I'm not the one who should explain things. I only know Shu's suspicions, and he'll be back with the others in a bit. ..why don't I get you some water? We can ask each other questions, or you can have a look around."

Ike said kindly. Something in his eyes felt so reassuring. The former distrust you felt from him was evaporating, but you latched onto just a bit of that feeling. You couldn't relax. Not just yet.

"Sure, sounds good.. ...thanks."

Your voice was quiet. Ike could only imagine just how vulnerable you felt. You couldn't even process how he might feel.

Both of you went to the kitchen in an awkward silence. He got you a glass of water, and you sat by the island before finally, you had to ask.

"How are you.. so comfortable? You don't seem that shocked about this.. I mean. I get you're still in your world, but you must be confused. ..right?"

Ike hummed, as if in thought.

"Well.. I am confused. In many ways. Confused about how our lands don't seem to match up- curious how you got here. But magic does many unexplainable things."

"Magic?"

"Well, indeed. The world practically runs from the power of magic. Sorcery, witchcraft, or even the simple belief." Ike replied, taking a dip of his water.

"..but magic isn't real. It's just something made up to make kids have more imsgination."

"...huh?"

Ike looked absolutely dumbfounded by your comment, almost as if you'd slapped him.

"...magic is very much real! What world could you possibly come from where magic isn't real?" He asked, and you felt.. oddly defensive.

"I come from a world where one could say technology is our magic. We don't make portals or potions or fight with magical fire."

You explained sheepishly. Ike simply stared before adjusting his glasses.

"....magic is real. My friend, the one I said could explain better, is a sorcerer. Ones a former demon king, as well."

Had someone said this to you where you were from, you'd have laughed it off as some cringe kid. But now, you were almost finding it believable.

"Sorcerer? I hardly even know 'er!"

"I see our sleeping beauty is awake. You gave us quite a fright."

"Ohoo, you're awake? Nicee, man!"

"Pog!"

Four voices startled you out of your staring at Ike, and your head snapped around. Four unfamiliar faces peered back at you. Once again, that feeling of pure fear was rising in your stomach, and you slid off the island chair and slinked a bit closer to Ike.

The red-headed one in- what looked to be a cloak picked up on your unease quickly. You could tell from his step back. The other three, not so much.

"Names Shu Yamino! I'm the sorcerer, anddd.. you were indeed thrown by a portal here!"

"Mysta Rias, at your service!"

"I'm Luca! It's so pog to meet you!"

One was about ikes height, with- an odd bit of hair that you personally thought looked like a banana. The other wore what looked to be a fox hat and a big grin, and the third a very large man with tattoos, a fluffy cloak, and an even bigger grin than the lasts.

"I'm Vox Akuma. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The final voice- it was a dangerous voice. If this is a world where we consider fiction real, you thought, then he must be a siren. His voice, so deep and smooth, threatened to pull you into a state of calm so smooth you thought you'd die.

"Stop crowding them! In case you'd forgotten, they're still very overwhelmed." Ike finally spoke up, ushering them back a few paces. "Shu, your suspicions were right. I've never even heard of where they're from, and (name) doesn't even recognize our map. They've never heard of Tamron Queendom, let alone Zhilford."

Shu nodded, turning his attention to you. "The night you came crashing in here, I could feel an odd shift in energy. A bit of research led me to what happened - a shift in space, if you would. Alternate Worlds have always been a possibility. I'll give a bet that even your time had ideas and theories."

When you nodded, Shu continued on. The others were paying close attention as well.

"What could've happened, though I'm not really sure- was a spell gone horribly wrong, or a large gathering of magic in one space until bam!- space gets split open, and whatever is in that space gets dropped to the nearest world.

"In many worlds, but for this scenario I'll use ours, and even in this Queendom, we've gotten odd technology. We've never seen it before, though some we've been able to recreate. So advanced and confused. It's strongly believed they were due to openings in space.

"You, in any case, are a living example of it. Portals themselves are even harder to create. If you truly don't recognize the map, then it confirms the theory."

Shu inhaled, "so long story short, space go "weee" and snatch you. Make sense?"

Your head was absolutely spinning. It made sense but Jesus, he was so confident in his explanation! So many questions, but,

"...will I be able to go back home?"

The question all five of them had truly be dreading. The all looked downcast, and you understood. But then Shu perked back up and said,

"I'll do my best! I have connections and it'll be.. good for me to learn."

"Don't you worry bout a thing! You've got us now!" The large one, Luca, threw an arm around your shoulders and stared at you with the largest of grins. Mysta jumped in, "yeah bro! We can learn all about eachother."

"You aren't alone. We made the decision to help you assuming you weren't a crazy person. Which, you clearly aren't." Vox reassured. You noticed, and were thankful for, his respectful distance. It was all so, so overwhelming.

"..thank you."

The smallest of smiles finally found its way onto your face. Ike smiled as well, "who wants to show them around? I've got some errands to run."

"If it's all the same, Ike, I wanna tag along with you. Missed some shopping on my way here."

Which left you with the three jokingly crazies. Mysta, Shu, and Luca.

Luca was the first to perk up, "I'll do it! I claim this!" "Awh cmon man, no fair! Rock paper scissors me. Right now."

Mysta demanded. You couldn't help but snicker a bit- they treated this like some sort of honor to do. You met eyes with Shu and he grinned, waving a farewell as he whisked down the halls with a quick farewell.

"Rock, paper.. scissors!" Mysta threw rock, Luca threw rock. "Again! Rock, paper, scissors!" Luca threw scissors, Mysta threw paper. "Ohh damn it!" "Yes! Pog!" Luca and Mysta both said in unison.

You chuckled softly and Ike quickly spoke up to prevent a sulking Mysta, "you can show them around Zhilford later. Sound fair?"

"Oh finee. Ike said your name was (Name), right? Catch ya later!"

As the others made their exit, you felt that same sense of unease. Completely alone with another stranger.

Luca was still smiling at you, not the least bit bothered by your unease.

"Let's go! This place is huge! We actually only recently moved in," Luca explained to you, glancing around. "This be the kitchen! And over there," Luca pointed to a rather large room, "is the dining room." Three exits through the kitchen: one from the hallway, one large opening to the living room, and then a separate dining hall. Got it.

"Alright. Got it."

"Living room.." Luca carried on explaining rooms as they went. Bathrooms, pantry, storage rooms, apparently this place was an old abandoned castle the five had bought recently.

"And coming up, we have the library."

As the blonde man opened the door for you, you felt your jaw hit the floor. It was huge! Books of all different sizes and shapes and series with shelves that went to the roof and so many books.

You were in heaven.

Luca laughed, "you look even more awestruck than Ike did! Most of the books came with the place- but there's multiple empty shelves in the back Ike wants to fill up."

You glanced back at him with a childish smile, "I remember the first time I went to a Barnes and noble-" at the look of confusion on his face you added, "-big book store. It was heaven."

This was even more so heaven because one of these books may contain anything- even a hint- on how to get back. Luca must've thought the same.

"Say, (Name), what do you do where you're from?"

"I worked as a baker. What do you do?"

"Ohh, a baker? That's cool! Vox is the best cook, but I'm not so sure he can bake. I'm a mafia boss!"

He crossed his arms with pride, but that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mafia.. boss.. right.." You muttered, and Luca smiled in response. "Ya don't gotta be scared. I know I'm big n scary," he puffed out his chest a bit, which he had a rather- large chest- "-but as long as ya don't give me reason to think otherwise, you're under my protection!"

He reassured you, holding a hand out. Unsure what he wanted, you gave him an awkward- low high five? Which caused Luca to break into a fit of laughter as he grabbed your hand and shook it.

Of course that's what he wanted-

"I think you'll fit right in."

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hi hi, me again!! had kind of a rough day so I was wondering if I could request some best friend!minjae fluff? like just a minjae hanging out with you trying to distract you and make you feel better kind of thing? hsjshjdksjshsj sorry it's not v specific idek myself what exactly I want I just know I need some comfort :(

Bad days like these.

Pairing ! bestfriend!Minjae x gn!Reader Synopsis ! after a bad day and only wanting to be hug by the blankets and watch your favourite show, your best friend Minjae comes to your door. Genre ! Fluff, hinted romantic ending but can be read as like platonic Warnings ! Swearing, haven't proof-read anything- W/C ! 0.8k a/n ! omg I hope you feel much better now!! I'm sorry to hear that :(( I'm also having a quite meh day, so this was also just what I needed. thank you for requesting!! I loved writing this KSJHSDKFJ

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There are days when you can fight against the whole world. Those days are the ones that people appreciate the most. I could’ve solved a world’s problem, and people would be happy. However, if I, for whatever reason wasn’t doing good one day, it wouldn’t count. People don’t count those moments as valid. People don’t count any moment as valid unless you are strong. But I can’t always be strong. 

There are days when all I can do is lie around. Those days are the ones I hate the most. I am ashamed of those days. Days where I try to hide behind a big screen. Sometimes trying to escape the little lie that I live in, in hopes of some comfort. People love to ignore my struggles. People ignore you unless you are fighting. But I can’t always fight.

Today is one of those days. Watching TV seemed the best answer to today’s mood. The characters hold each other as I hold my plushy. “You don’t have to be strong” Says one of the characters. “I know, but it’s hard” They hold each other even closer. Their breathless voices quivering at each word. “When moments like these, please call out my name. I’ll be there, whenever you ask for me, wherever you ask for me” Oh shut the fuck up. I wanna cry now. “Please just let me help you” Said the same character, reaching to kiss the person they were holding. Fucking finally after 14 episodes. “Mia. I” He breathed out. Ding, ding, ding. Who dares interrupt their moment ffs. I walk towards the front door, random objects are lying around the floor as I walk. I walk past some school books, some clothes that I must have thrown, and some random papers that might be more important than how I’m treating them. I finally reach the door and open it. 

The cold air hits my face as soon as I open the door. Outside, the sky was dimmed, definitely a representation of how I felt. Even with my tear-stained face from the scene, I was just watching, I get to smile. “I hate you” I say out loud. Minjae, who was standing outside my door with a big puffy jacket, and a big grocery bag, slapped his empty hand on his chest and gasped. “How dare you. Should I turn around?” I stopped him from turning around completely and pulled him inside. “How did you know?” I asked. “You changed your Instagram notes from BARBIE NEW MOVIE I CAN’T to: alexa play voices by stary kids” Minjae said while taking his shoes off. “You only do that when you’re sad as fuck” “Touché” I say while grabbing his bag I walk again towards the couch. He follows behind me, crouching down for a moment to pick my music notes and placing them on the table they fell from, not before shaking his head. I take interest in the scene again. 

Although I couldn’t see more of the scene, now being paused again a little less than a second before their kiss. I make an annoyed face and turn to look at Minjae who paused my show. “What happened?” He asked. “If I ignore my problems, they won’t hurt” He got a little closer. “They will, and you know it. That or you’ll end up punching someone” I gasp. “Okay, that was ONE time. And the guy deserved it anyways so who’s the one at fault?” “Still you, that guy just approached you because you were crying, you looked at him, flirted with him, and when he said he didn’t like stray kids you punched him” I giggled remembering the moment, the second I look at Minjae again he’s looking serious so I straighten my posture. “Still his fault, he said that I was jobless bcs I liked those stupid dancing boys and that I spent too much money on them after talking about my collection” “How much of that is true?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Not my point” I pouted jokingly. 

“Okay let’s do this. I help you escape from your problems” I nod. After waiting for two seconds and him not continuing I ask. “Aaand?” “Nothing, you just get bragging rights because you got the best friend in the entire world” “Well that’s arguable, Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend so like” Minjae stands up. “Okay sorry, sorry, you’re the best, you’re the best” I grab his arm again and pull him towards me, making him fall on the sofa. We stay laughing for a bit, but our laughs come to a stop when we hear the show playing again. Minjae hugs me closer to him and we start watching the show from where it was left. “You don’t have to be strong” Says Minjae after a while, him looking me directly into my eyes. I nod. “I know, but it’s hard” He hugs me closer. He pets my head and smiles. “I’ll make the pain go away, I promise.”

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 12

-There are Stranger Things out there-

Warnings: abuse and angst.

a/n: if ya’ll could'nt tell the time line is totally fuck up from how the show is. also this chapter gave me trouble i didnt want to write it.

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*Billy pov *

 I was relaxing on my bed  flipping through a new rolling stones magazine when I heard my fathers angry voice ringing through the quiet house.

“William! Get your ass down here, right now!” I shivered at my father’s voice, speedily jumping up from my bed, and quickly went downstairs. “You needed me, sir?”

Neil walked over to susannand whispered in her ear. She looked at Billy like she wanted to say something to him but shook her head and left. She always wanted to say something. She just never did.

 “Where the fuck is maxine?” Neil snaps. 

“I don’t know, sir. She is probably at the movies or arcade” 

“You let her go alone?”

“She's old enough to take care of herself.”

“You know what I’m done playing these games. I’m done with your fucking additude”. He slaps me across the face. 

“What did we talk about?”

“Respect and responsibility.” 

“Fucking find your sister!’ instead of staring at yourself in the fucking mirror faggot and get her home immedially” he spats while dragging me out of the house throwing me on the ground next to my car.

I headed to Sinclair's house first, but mrs. Sinclair said that the kids were probably at the wheeler's house.

I rang the doorbell to the wheeler's house, but there was no answer, so i tried again. The door opened to a woman wearing just a robe, her hair slightly wet. She must have gotten out of the shower or something. 

“Oh Hi”  I smiled at her.

“Hi” she softly says. She stared at me in awe, this is going to be fun, i thought. Using my charm to get information faster. 

“I, uh, didn't realize Nancy had a sister. She chuckles lightly. 

 “What's so funny?”

“I'm Nancy's mother.” she laughs. 

Chuckling in disbelief  “Mrs. wheeler”

“Um, I'm sorry, and you are you?” she stammers.

“Billy, Billy hargrove.” I said as I took her hand delicly.

“You must be here for Nancy.”

“Nancy? No, no. Not my type. uh…. “ I noticed she had a glimmer of hope behind her eyes. Sorry, mrs. wheeler im taken. I smile to myself. “No, actually, I am looking for my little sister Max. goes by maxine. She's been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I've been worried sick, you know, so….”  Not going to lie to myself. i was actually starting to get a little worried about Max. 

“Oh”

“I thought she was at Lucas", but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the designated hangout, so, you know…"I leaned on the door frame, smirking slightly “here i am.” 

“Come on in, i give you the byer's address.'' She says, opening the door more for me to follow her inside.

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night. So drive slowly.” She handed me a piece of paper.

“Always” I smiled at her.

“And when you see Mike tell him to come home already, okay?”

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” I said as I took a bite of a cookie she offered. 

“Anytime.”

“I’ll see you later.” walking out the room i can feel her eyes on me. Chucking, y/n is going to kill me if she finds out I let mrs. wheeler eye fucked me but i needed the inforation for my sake. 

*small time skip*

I pulled up to the byers' house. I see Harrington standing at the front door. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it's me. Dont cream your pants.”

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo, y/n isn't here, by the way.”

“I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that's weird. I don't know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch.” 

“Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Sighing “you know, i don't know, this whole situation, Harrington, i don’t know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“My 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I found her with you in a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it.”

He chuckles. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here.”

“Then who is that?” I pointed my cigarette at the window behind him. He turned, and we saw the kids duck. 

“Oh,shit. Listen….” he started to say before I pushed him to the ground. I leaned over “I'm going to let this slide because you're your y/n friend.” marching to the door, I swung it open to see the kids all staring at me. I saw how close Lucas was next to Max, and that made me furious.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” I say as I walk towards him. Looking over to Max “I thought I told you to stay away from him, max.”

“Billy, go away” she says.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” I pushed Lucas against a corner shelf roughly. 

“Billy!, stop!.” she screams. 

“Get off of me.” Lucas says as he struggles under my grip.

“Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her, you hear me?” I growled.

“I said," Get off me! "” he knees me in the balls, i quickly let go.

“You're so dead, Sinlcair!” 

“No. You are.” Steve turns me away from Lucas and punches me in the jaw. I started to laugh. "LOOKS LIKE THERE'S STILL SOME FIRE IN YOU AFTER ALL! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET THIS KING STEVE EVERYONE HAS BEEN TELLING ME SO MUCH ABOUT!"

“Get out.” was all he said, pushing me back. I threw a punch, but he dodged it, he manages to land a punch on my jaw again.

The kids start yelling “kick his ass, steve!

“Get him!

“Murder the son of a bitch!”

I hit him with a plate and got the upper hand, and continued to land punches on his jaw. “Now one tells me what to do!” I yelled. Steve is a bloody mess on the floor.

“Billy? Kids? What the fuck is going on?” I froze when I heard the y/n voice. “Shit im in trouble” I thought, Steve realized that I stopped and he pushes me into the fridge, a demented dog looking thing fell out onto my lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” i say.

*y/n pov*

I pulled up to the byers house, and I noticed Billy's car  was here, “weird why is he here” I said to myself as i got out of mine. I could hear screaming and yelling coming from the house. I ran to the door thinking we were under attack by demodogs again. I had my nail bat ready and slammed the door open, expecting creatures  but what I found was  my boyfriend beating the ever living shit out of my best friend. 

“Billy? Kids” what the fuck is going on?” I yelled. I noticed Billy froze to my voice and suddenly he was on the floor with a dead demodog on his lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” was all he said. 

“Fuck dustin, why did you have to put in the the fridge.” i say. Great, now I'm going to have to explain everything to Billy, who is probably going to think his girlfriend has gone crazy.

“This is a ground- breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog.” he says as he picks it up from Billy's lap, who was still in shock. 

“Billy?” i say. He doesn't look at me. 

“Baby?” he finally looks at me. “ I'm going to explain everything, so please listen closely…. Okay?” he shook his head, yes. Taking a deep breath.

“The year before you got here, something strange happened to Hawkins. It all started when Will byers went missing, and a girl named Eleven suddenly showed up. El made cross-dimensional psychic contact with the hive mind and opened the "Mothergate" at Hawkins Lab. Somehow, the Mothergate’s creation also caused the Upside Down to transform from its original state and become a perfect copy of the human world, during that time a Demogorgons came through terrorizing both Will in the upside down and our town.” i looked at him carefully. He just sat quietly listening to me. I continued.

“Do you remember when I said i had a brother?” I asked.

“Yes,” he says softly.

“Mikey died at middle school trying to protect the kids from a demogorgon. While I was upside down helping Joyce and Hopper find Will. We managed to get Will back. But he didn't come back nearly like his old self. Recently, he's been having visions about a creature we are calling a mind-flayer, which now has made Will a host. The thing that fell on you was a demodog, a smaller version of a demogorgon. I know all this sounds crazy and I understand if you think I'm crazy but this is what's happening in the hell hole of a town. I wanted to tell you for so long, but I did it to protect you from this, and the government made us promise not to tell anyone." I breathed. 

“You're right. This is crazy and you are crazy, but…. Strangely, I believe you.”  he says, taking my hands. 

“Max, how long have you known?” he asks her.

“Since last year.” she says

“Jesus” he sighs in disbelief. 

"Guys, i have located where hopper dug the entrance to the tunnel," i say to Steve and the kids. as they geared up to help with the mission.

"Baby, i know you're trying to process everything, but we may or may not have to go in an alien vine tunnel thing right now to help save the world."

"oh fucking fantastic" he says as runs after me and the group.

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2023

[simpinghour]

Tobacco Sunburst (18+)

Pairing: Aki x f. reader  

A/N: I refuse to think back to the horror of 1997 and the ill-equipped lack of technology therefore this fic WILL be using some current tech. Sorry not sorry. Also how many of us are obsessed with this gorgeous man? Because honestly. 

Synopsis: A random encounter is the start of a friendship that turns to something more.

Word count: 5,903

Chapter: 1/?

Content: fluff, mentions of smoking, (legal) alcohol use, first times, f! loss of virginity, oral sex, penetrative sex, and shenanigans in general

Part of you wished you’d worn something nicer than a raggedy sweatsuit to take out the trash, but it wasn’t as though you’d planned on running into one of the most gorgeous men you’d seen in your entire life. Black shoulder-length hair tied in a top knot, double pierced ears and well-defined jawline was enough to make you do a double take. His clothing was a bit plain—white button up shirt and black trousers, likely the uniform of a government worker—yet it was easy to tell that well-defined muscles lie beneath. Too bad his handsome face was turned up in a scowl, and it was almost enough to make you want to turn and flee in the other direction.  

“You look like you’re ready to kill someone,” you commented lightly while tossing your trash into the dumpster. You began looking for the man’s trash, assuming he was there for the same purpose, although he was empty-handed and lingering near the garbage station to puff on the remains of a cigarette.

There was slight shock in the man’s pretty blue eyes, and you wondered if he was surprised at being spoken to or if it was your appearance followed by your fluent use of Japanese.

“Do I? I hadn’t realized,” he finally replied in a tone that was quieter than you expected.

“Long day?” you pressed, hoping he wouldn’t think you rude.

“More like long week,” he replied dryly, eyes narrowing as though remembering something that aggravated him all over again.

“I’ll listen if you want to vent. I know how it feels when you just want to vent.”

The man’s first cigarette was nearly gone and you watched him pull out another one, light it with the butt and deposit it into a portable ashtray that he’d pulled from his pocket.

“I’ve been gone for work for two weeks and all I wanted to do was come home and have a proper bath, have a meal that didn’t come from the conbini and actually sit down to eat it. But that fucking guy has no boundaries or respect. Who the hell goes through an entire bag of rice, three containers of jam and a whole loaf of bread at the same time?”

“Whoa, is that your roommate?”

“Yeah, sort of,” he answered grudgingly. “Sorry, I’m unloading all my shit on you and haven’t introduced myself. Hayakawa Aki.”

“Nice to meet you,” you reply after giving your name. “So I can’t help you with the shitty roommate situation but you can use my bath if you want. Also if you’re not opposed to a natto rice bowl and soup then I don’t mind sharing.”

“Thanks but I can’t impose on you like that.”

“If it was an imposition I wouldn’t have offered. Besides, it’s too late to have something delivered.”

Aki let out a sigh and sharply inhaled on the last bit of cigarette. You watched him stamp it out on the ground and put it in his little ashtray.

“You have a point. Though I should add that it’s sort of reckless to allow a complete stranger into your place.”

“Yeah, but you seem okay. Besides, I’d kick your ass if you were to try anything.”

That made him give you a genuine smile and you laughed when you heard him lightly chuckle.

“Glad that amused you,” you told him. “So I’ll see you in a bit? I figure you need to grab your stuff first.”

“Here, put this in your bath,” you told Aki when he came back, handing him a little paper bag. His eyebrow raised slightly and he opened it and brought it up to his nose.

“What is this?”

“It’s a bath bomb with lavender and other essential oils. Lavender is calming and you seem like you could use it. What with the roommates and all.”

“You would be correct. Thanks.”

“Before you go, do you want an egg with your rice?”

“Yes, please.”

When Aki emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later, he looked mildly calmer. You’d already started putting his food together and had the kettle going.

“Tea?”

He inhaled everything and ignored your protests when he took his dishes to the kitchen and began washing everything. Now you were having a second tea and sharing a box of macarons you’d bought the day before while running errands.

“I never had these before,” Aki murmured, daintily biting into a pink rose-flavored macaron. “They’re not overly sweet but they’re good.”

“They’re my weakness. There was a shop that made amazing macarons where I used to live and I was so happy to find a place here who sold them. The quality is just as impeccable too.”

“Where did you live before?”

“America. New York to be exact.”

“And you decided to move here? Do you have family here or something?”

You shook your head. “Nah, it’s just me. I came here for work.”

Aki looked as though he wanted to ask more and you continued before he was able to.

“Before you ask how I speak Japanese, yes, I know I’m black but my mom was half. I was born and lived here with her for most of my life and then we moved to America when she got remarried. I came back here for university and then I got a job that was based in America but they had a Japanese branch and since I was fluent in both languages and they needed someone here, I was perfect for the role. Even better since I get to work from home most of the time.”

“I wish I could work from home. Although on second thought, I wouldn’t want the sort of creatures I deal with knowing where I live.”

“Really? What do you do?”

“I’m a Public Safety Devil Hunter.”

“Eh, really?! I’ve heard about them but haven’t actually met anyone who did that. Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Highly.”

“Now I’m going to worry about you whenever you go to work.”

Aki let out a dry laugh. “Trust me, you don’t need to do that.”

“Too late. You won’t be able to stop me.”

Aki stayed at your apartment for another hour or so. You two talked about some of everything, and you told Aki that you were surprised to find him talkative.

“I’m usually not,” he pointed out. “Rather, I guess I can be depending on the company.”

“Likewise.

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 The next Saturday afternoon, Aki was at your door asking if he could take you to lunch. It wasn’t as though you’d had any plans so you accepted. And you were glad you’d done so, because you and Aki spent the entire day together, ending your evening by going to an izakaya followed by you both stumbling in your doorway a little after one in the morning.

“I can’t believe some woman isn’t banging on my door for stealing her boyfriend all day,” you said jokingly. You’d found some Paracetamol and after you both took a few with a glass of water, you and Aki were strewn about your living room floor.

“A girlfriend? Me? That’s funny,” he offered dryly.

“Yes, you. Have you seen yourself?”

“I don’t think my looks are anything special but that aside, my life isn’t really amenable to relationships.”

“I suppose you’re right, but that’s still sad. You deserve to be happy just like anyone else,” you replied after a while. “I mean any one of us could die in a non-devil related manner at any time. So if you meet someone who makes you happy, why not enjoy the time you do have with them?”

“I guess. But what about you, why no boyfriend?”

“Aki, the only reactions I get from men are disgust or being ignored. But after dealing with some of these shitheads, being ignored isn’t so bad. So technically I’m a citizen here although when they see me, they automatically assume American until I tell them off in Japanese. I can’t even make this up, but on more than one occasion I was asked ‘how much’, meaning they thought I was a sex worker. And one asshole didn’t even offer the courtesy of paying, he just outright asked if we could fuck because he heard black girls ‘feel different’, whatever the fuck that means.”

Aki’s face pulls into a grimace as you talk. “That’s disgusting.”

“Tell me about it. Hey, I need a snack. Want some potato chips?”

“Yeah, okay.”

After the chips you decided you needed something sweet, and you found some chocolate mochi. Then you wanted something salty again as well as more water. Eventually you both became sleepy and you got the sofa pillows and tossed one to Aki.

“If I take a nap here, you won’t cut my hair right?” Aki asks you through a yawn.

“Um, no? Why would I do that? Did someone do that to you?”

“Yeah, but she was also drunk. Although she was prone to doing questionable things whenever she got drunk.”

“Well, I’m mostly sober right now but even if I weren’t, I wouldn’t cut your hair. Doing that to someone where I’m from would land you getting your ass kicked.”

“I hope you aren’t lying. I really don’t want to wake up with short hair.”

“I swear to you, Aki, I’d never do that. Touching someone’s hair without permission is a big no-no in my culture in the first place, but common decency should dictate that someone not do so in the first place. Now go to sleep.”

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That was how your weird friendship or whatever it was—you two hadn’t exactly discussed terms—began.

You and Aki either went out or he came to your apartment. You hadn’t been to his yet purely due to the fact that he wanted to keep you away from his two live-in miscreants who would see fit to bother you on whim.

You thought Aki was exaggerating about his roommates and their messy habits, but the first time he texted you a picture of the kitchen after Denji and Power decided they wanted to create a new dessert, you offered condolences.

“Do they know where you disappear to?” you ask one evening. Aki is smoking outside on your balcony, which he flat out refuses to do inside your home. You’re tucked beneath a thick blanket on the sofa while dressed in the fuzzy onesie pajamas with a hood and cat ears that he’d bought you. The onesie had been the result of a joke but when he actually found some and surprised you with them, you’d screamed with joy and immediately put it on.

“Absolutely not,” he replies, blowing a plume of grey smoke into the chilly autumn air. “It’s peaceful being here alone with you and I plan to keep it like that.”

“What are you going to do if they get nosy and try to sneak and follow you one day?” you ask with a grin.

Aki peers at you with one eye. “Those two are about as subtle as a sledgehammer dropping onto concrete. Sneaking is not their forte.”

You’re still laughing when Aki puts out his cigarettes and slides the balcony door shut.

“Ugh, you’re freezing,” you groan when he brings the chill from outside beneath your warm cocoon by flopping down next to you on the sofa and wriggling beneath your blanket.

“Then warm me up,” he replies, pressing his cold cheek against yours.

“No one would believe that you’re part cat,” you tell Aki while sliding your fingers into his soft hair. His slippery strands also feel cool but soon warms up as you drag your fingertips over his scalp.

“No one would believe you. Anyway you wouldn’t tell.”

“You’re right; your secrets are safe with me.”

His words are becoming somewhat slurred as he relaxes further into your shoulder. It isn’t long before he’s fast asleep while half-draped across you. At some point you both shift on the sofa and he’s half-lying atop you, his long legs between yours while he uses your sternum as a pillow. The movie keeps playing but eventually you also fall asleep, and when you open your eyes it’s dark and you feel like you’re being boiled alive in your pajamas.

“Aki, hey, wake up.”

You try to rouse him as gently as possible, knowing that it’ll take him forever to settle down if he jolts awake in panic. Thankfully it works, and he mumbles “What’s wrong?” against your chest.

“Let’s go to my room. This onesie is good for a while but not to sleep in. I’m burning up.”

Up until now, Aki hasn’t stayed the full night. You two would get sleepy in the living room and doze off on the floor or sofa, but he’d always go back to his place during the night. Part of you wonders if inviting him to your room seems too forward, but you’re too exhausted to give a shit about propriety.

Aki seems to not care and he settles down on your futon while you dig around for something else to sleep in. Part of you wonders if you should go to the bathroom to change but you’re so sleepy that you don’t care. Aki’s eyes remained on you the entire time but for some reason you don’t mind. The sweaty onesie gets peeled off and replaced with leggings and a t-shirt. Once your hair is wrapped, you turn off the light and lay down next to Aki. Everything is quiet until he turns to face you in the dark.

“Why did you put a scarf on to go to bed?”

“Hair like mine is fragile and the smallest thing can make my ends break. Also a lot of things can absorb the moisture, like my cotton pillowcase, so I use this scarf to prevent that.”

“Oh, that’s good. Your hair is nice so it makes sense.”

“You have nice hair too. It’s so soft.”

“It’s okay I guess but it gets in my eyes a lot.”

“So why don’t you cut it short?”

“Because the fox devil I have a contract with sometimes wants something other than skin, so I keep it long to give him the topknot.”

“Wow. Does it hurt when he takes your skin?”

“Yeah, a bit. That’s why I have scars on my forearms. He prefers that part for some reason.”

“Well if you ever need a trim, I’m pretty good with a pair of scissors. I had to because it’s hell trying to find someone in Japan who knows how to do black hair.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You scoot closer to Aki and cautiously work your hand next to his beneath the blankets. You test the boundaries by softly stroking the top of his hand, but he surprises you by completely taking yours into his.

His hand easily dwarfs yours and his fingers are longer and thicker than yours. They’re somewhat callused but not scratchy, and his skin is warm. Aki strokes the side of your hand with his thumb, and you’re pleasantly surprised at how nice it feels to hold hands with someone, and doubly so with a guy you like.

You’re sleepy but notice something soft touching your forehead, and it makes tilt your head back. You feel it again only this time it’s at your nose, and then the corner of your mouth. At first the sensation is so light that you wonder if you’re dreaming, but then you notice the distinct taste of cigarettes and the cake you and Aki shared after dinner.

His touch is slow, hesitant as though he’s unsure if he’s going to get pushed away. There’s no way in hell you’d stop him, and you eagerly welcome his kiss by opening your mouth while pulling yourself closer against him.

Aki gently cups your cheek as your lips move against one another’s. You don’t realize that you’ve began moaning when he gently sucks on your bottom lip, and you get worked up quickly when he rolls you on your back and settles himself between your thighs.

You know Aki is strong; he had to be for his job. Yet knowing was one thing and feeling was another. His abs are firm against your stomach and when you wrap your legs around his, his thighs feel equally muscled. The tip of his tongue licks into your mouth and your fingers involuntarily grip the firm sinews of his back. His hips roll against yours and send a strong jolt of arousal throughout your body, and you’re unaware of the way you’re moaning into Aki’s mouth. Eventually he pulls his lips away from yours yet keeps your body trapped against his, and you’re both panting slightly in each other’s face.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that,” he mumbles to your disappointment before flopping over onto his back.

“Done what?”

“Kiss you.”

You’re almost not sure how to respond to that. “Wow. Am I that bad of a kisser?”

“Hell no, it isn’t that. And that’s the problem.”

“Okay, Aki you aren’t making any sense.”

Aki sighs and covers his face with an arm. “You’re a good kisser, you have soft skin, and you smell good. And I know this is rude, but you have a really nice ass. And when you make sounds like that… I have an early start in the morning but now all I want to do is rip off your clothes and taste every bit of you.”

You’re not used to this side of Aki and his words are enough to make you clench.

“Whoops, sorry. Let’s just go to sleep now.”

He grumbles something about having a hard on but tugs you against him anyway, your back to his chest. Aki slings an arm around your waist and you can feel the unmistakable shape of an erection pressed against your ass, but you do your best to ignore it.

“Just for the record, I don’t mind taking you up on that offer when you have time,” you murmur right as you’re on the brink of drifting off. Aki groans in your ear and his arm tightens slightly.

“Damn you. I just got him down and now I’m going to be thinking about that for the next day or so.”

“Good. Use that as motivation to make it back safely.”

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Aki is gone the next morning, and the only reminder that you spend the night together is his scent clinging to your sheets. Part of you wants to cry when you wake up alone, but then you remember him kissing you goodbye shortly before sunrise, stating that he had to go to work.

Then you didn’t see him for a month.

You knew that missions could land him on trips that took several days or weeks, but you didn’t realize just how accustomed you’d grown to his presence until he was gone. The first two weeks you barely spoke, and you wondered if you’d scared him off by doing something stupid like confess your feelings in a sleepy daze. Yet when you two finally managed a brief video call, it was obvious that the only thing Aki wanted was a bath, a hot meal and to sleep for three days straight.

“I see you managed to elude your little siblings,” you told him with a grin.

“I swear those two idiots share a single brain cell,” he replied around the cigarette he’d just placed between his lips. “I can’t wait until we wrap up this thing.”

“If you want, let me know when you’re on the way back. I’ll cook whatever you want.”

“You don’t have to do that. Besides, I’d still have to cook for idiot one and idiot two else they’d blow up my damn kitchen.”

“Or I could make you all dinner and you could take it to them but not say where it came from.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Who said you had a choice?”

Aki sighs in defeat and you grin because you know you’ve won.

“Fine. But I’m sending you money for the groceries. Denji has a stomach like a trash compactor and you’d spend half your month’s wages on meat alone.”

“Aki, you don’t have to—”

The phone screen pauses for a moment and a few seconds later you get a notification of a money transfer.

“Aki! That’s enough yen to buy food for three months! You didn’t need to send that much.”

“You can use some of it for more macarons then. Denji and Power can have their own box and I’ll use them as a bribe to not destroy my place when I’m gone.”

The idea that he has to constantly bribe the two with treats is hilarious and you laugh until tears are in your eyes.

“I miss you. Shit, never thought I’d say that to anyone.”

“I miss you too,” you reply smoothly, although on the inside you feel giddy with glee. “Make it back home in one piece or I’ll bring you back to life and kick your ass.”

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 Four days later, Aki is still in his uniform, sheathed katana strapped to his back when he knocks on your door. You send him off with dinner for Denji and Power, but he refuses to bring their macarons. Instead he takes a picture of the box with his phone.

“This is my insurance policy. They have to behave tonight and tomorrow and then I’ll give it to them.”

“I never thought dessert could be used as a collateral of sorts but hey, if it works it works.”

Aki leaves and returns ten minutes later. He’s just finished washing his hands and is about to settle down at your chabudai when his phone rings.

“What do you want? No, you can’t put plum jam on a beef bowl. What do you mean why not, because it’s beef! It’ll taste disgusting.” You hear the young man arguing loudly on the other end of the phone and Aki sighs in exasperation. “Fine, Denji, do what you want. I don’t give a shit. Now I’d like to eat so leave me alone.” He snaps his phone closed and places it next to him on the floor. “This fool tries to put jam on everything,” he tells you, shaking his head. “When he makes toast, he uses four different kinds as well as honey, butter and cinnamon.”

“That sounds like an expensive and overly sweet breakfast.”

“After the last instance of him eating all the bread and jam, I made him use his wages to buy his own. It worked, sort of. At least it made him conscious about wasting food. The first day he came to my place, he made such a huge mess. It took half an hour to scrub my sticky table and that was with his help.”

“Well worry not, there’s no jam anywhere tonight,” you reply with a laugh while setting down your meal.

Once dinner is finished and everything is cleaned up, you both take turns using the bath. Aki insists you go first and you’re waiting in your room for him. You asked if he wanted to watch a movie first but he declined, stating that he was tired.

Rain is pattering against the window by the time you and Aki climb into your futon. You’re both pressed together, chest to chest, and you lightly massage his lower back while his fingers trace along the length of your spine.

“I missed this,” you murmur when his hand moves to the back of your neck.

“Me too,” he replies quietly, bringing his hand over to cup your chin. Aki gently tilts your face toward his and presses his lips against yours. Your kisses start off slow, but soon he rolls over so you’re beneath him and fastens his lips at the side of your neck. No one’s ever kissed you there and you feel it all over so intensely that it makes you shiver. You don’t think it can get any hotter and then he sucks at that sensitive patch of skin and you practically yelp while shoving your fingers into his hair and pulling him into you.

“So much for being tired,” Aki murmurs while tracing the tip of his tongue over your pulse. “Can I take off your shirt?”

By now you’re writhing beneath Aki and willing to do just about anything he asks. So you tell him yes and he tugs you to sit up and pulls your shirt over your head. It’s placed somewhere at the side of your futon and Aki nudges you to lie down again. He’s staring at you so intently that it almost makes you want to cross your arms over your chest. You’re sure that his breathing has sped up, and then you hear the evidence when his fingers linger along your waistband and the question is clear in his blue eyes.

You nod and lift your hips, and then Aki’s hands are tugging your leggings and underwear down in one go. You wonder what he’s going to do next as a mixture of nervousness and arousal begins swirling around in your belly.

“You really are pretty everywhere,” Aki murmurs, leaving his hands atop both your knees.

“Thank you.”

Aki remains fully dressed as he leans over you again, and his lips meet yours while his right hand moves to cup your breast. As he moves to your neck again, his slightly callused thumb circles around your erect nipple and the combined sensations have you yearning for more.

“That feels so damn good,” you moan, arching up into his hand.

“You feel so damn good. Your skin is like silk.”

To prove his point, Aki begins smoothing his palm across your sternum, between your breasts and down to the curve of your hip. He moves until he has a handful of your plump ass while covering your entire nipple with his mouth, and he flicks the stiff nub with his tongue before giving it a soft suck. He does that for several minutes before using both hands to cup your tits, and soon your nipples are hard as pebbles and covered with spit. Between your legs is clenching on its own, and you want to ask him to touch you there but feel self-conscious about being so forthright.

“You can tell me what you like, you know. I won’t be offended,” he comments while shifting down to suck a wet patch on your hip.

“I like everything you’ve done so far,” you reply, hoping like hell that Aki doesn’t start asking for specifics. Otherwise the evening was about to turn really awkward.

“I figured that, but I still want to know what you like.”

“Well, I don’t really know…”

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“Aki! I can’t talk about that.”

“My face is very close to your bare pussy, and you’re too embarrassed to tell me about how you masturbate?” Aki sounds uncharacteristically amused and despite feeling mortified, you’re also somewhat put at ease. Horny also, because while Aki was sometimes crude when he spoke you’d never heard him say something like that before, and it sent a jolt of arousal right to your core.

“I think about how it would feel to be kissed here,” you finally tell him, sliding a hand down your belly and pausing above your mound.

“Does that mean you’ll let me kiss you here?”

“…yeah, okay,” you replied, hoping he didn’t hear the tinge of desperation hiding behind your words.

“All right. Let me get a towel.”

“What’s the towel for?” you ask, siting up to watch Aki walk out your room and to the cabinet that held your clean linens. When he returns, he kneels between your thighs and gestures for you to lift your hips.

“Because sleeping on a wet futon isn’t comfortable,” he explains, shoving the double stack beneath your butt. You feel sort of silly but go with the flow anyway.

Nervous anticipation has your thighs tense, yet Aki kneads and kisses the soft inner skin until you relax around him. Your pubic mound is caressed with his thumb, and eventually he moves down to your throbbing clit.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this wet,” he murmurs as his finger dips lower to meet an abundance of slippery fluid that’s built up between your folds. He drags his now soaked finger back up to your clit and you let out a squeal as your hips jerk up to meet his touch.

Part of you wants to die from mortification, but the other part is screaming for Aki to keep going. You’re panting and squirming with need as his two fingers nestle between your lips, not touching your clit yet indirectly stimulating it at the same time. It’s too much yet not enough, and you aren’t shy about your frustration.

“Aki, you’re mean. Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not trying to be mean; I just prefer to take my time right now.”

You can’t argue with that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re so aroused it’s starting to hurt. Still, it doesn’t matter how much you whine or thrash around, Aki is intent on going at his pace and touching where he wants.

You don’t realize that you’ve started holding your breath, anticipating Aki doing what he asked. Then you feel it—Aki sliding to lay on his stomach between your thighs followed by a warm gust of air against your sopping cleft, then the flat side of his hot, slippery tongue gliding over your stiff clit. Almost immediately you suck in air, and your hole squeezes shut so hard that he feels it.

“You’re definitely soft here,” Aki murmurs into your flesh, gently prodding your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

It’s hard to know what to do with your hands or legs, and you hope that your little moans and mewls aren’t turning him off. Although something tells you it’s doing the opposite, because Aki is literally tasting every part of you. You’re in disbelief at how sinfully good it all feels, and you throw all propriety to the wind when Aki pushes your tense thighs up and out and truly descends upon you. His mouth is hot and wet, and it’s engulfing what feels like your entire cleft. It’s interspersed with laps at your clit, with Aki softly sucking it in between his lips while using a fingertip to trace along the outskirts of your quivering hole.

“Is it okay if I put it in?” he asks and you almost scream yes while reaching down to use his soft hair as reins.

You don’t even finger yourself, and the size disparity between your hand and Aki’s was massive. His finger feels too thick for comfort, just as you expected, but you relax when you realize that he’s only slipping it in halfway to massage some spot on your upper walls that makes you hurriedly grab a pillow and scream into it. By now your hips are writhing and you’re shamelessly grabbing Aki’s head and fucking his face. Your walls are squeezing rhythmically around the gently moving finger, and the only thing you can focus on how badly you need to come.

Aki’s hand is completely soaked with your juices, and his lips, cheeks and chin are shiny from you humping his face. Your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his finger and he can tell that you’re close. Your writhing form and thighs that keep squeezing his shoulders are no match for his strength, and your breathing is all over the place. Suddenly everything reaches a peak so high that you briefly wonder if you’re going to pass out, and your quivering body goes uncontrollably rigid from head to toe.

“Oh shit! Aki, I’m gonna—”

An intense buzzing is in your ears and your words are cut off when that orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your vision blackens out and you’re unaware of the pain or the way your teeth are in danger of breaking the skin of your bottom lip. You can’t breathe or think, and the only thing you register is how overwhelmingly good you feel. You remain in a stupor when your body finally goes limp.  It’s ages before you come down and for a moment you wonder if you’d died, but soon you realize that Aki is now at your side and has a mouthful of your nipple while his hand is still between your clamped, shaking thighs.

“Good girl. You okay?” he asks after kissing you.

You slowly nod and stare up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. The urge to go to sleep is growing heavier by the minute, but then Aki shifts to lay alongside you and he slips his free arm beneath your head. You close your eyes and nuzzle your face against the side of his neck. His skin is warm and holds remnants of cigarettes and soap. It’s a mixture of forbidden but safe, and you wish you could bottle it up.

“You’re still squeezing my finger,” he tells you, slightly wriggling the digit that’s still buried halfway in you. “Think you can come again?”

You murmur something about not knowing, then Aki does something with his hand that makes your eyes fly open.

Being post-orgasm sensitive means that every sensation is heightened, and that little tap against your swollen walls is enough to make you go rigid with pleasure. Aki enjoys seeing you lose control and he curves his finger into a sharper angle and thrusts it up into you in a way that has you melting in his arms. He pauses to ease in a second fingertip and it burns somewhat for a moment but you forget about it when Aki strokes that tender spot again.

Your entire body is hot and covered in sweat, and you’re back to squirming against Aki. He sets up a pace that quickly has your brain fading out of focus, and the only thing you can do is cling to Aki and cry as he fingerfucks you till the point of being incoherent. You end up holding one thigh back, desperate to give the man all the access he needed to your most intimate parts, and you’re rewarded with his palm pressing into your puffy clit. The room is filled with the loud squelching sound of your pussy being worked over by Aki’s long, thick fingers.

The next orgasm is different than the first; it’s quicker and deeper, and it leaves your face soaked with tears and the towel beneath you drenched with release. You lose count of how many times he makes you topple over the edge, and you’re completely unaware that the last climax causes you to literally pass out in his arms.

You come to slightly when Aki is pulling his finger from the clasp of your trembling body. You vaguely notice his erection pressing against your thigh and you want to ask if you can touch him. The only thing you know is you’re too tired to move even an eyelash, and you don’t realize that you’ve called Aki’s name until you feel him keeping you against his chest while covering you both with the sheets.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep.”

You acknowledge his words by giving his side a light squeeze, and a second later everything goes black.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| forgiven ||

Matt Murdock x gn reader

A tiny angsty drabble with some feelings.

"I- I didn't mean for you to find out this way..." Matt winced, extricating himself from the bloodied devil suit.

His second skin, you now knew.

You clocked the multiple dark bruises starting to bloom in vivid purple shades across the side of his ribs, the stiff manner in which he moved his left arm, his hair roughed up and damp with sweat from the horned helmet you'd only ever seen on the front page of the papers. Now you held in it your hands, your knuckles almost white with the ferocity with which you were gripping it. There might have been the temptation to throw your arms around him and want to help heal his wounds but at this moment you were bristling with anger.

"But you were going to tell me? When?" you grilled, "obviously Foggy already knows, how long were you planning to dance around me and keep me in the dark?!"

Matt heaved out a long sigh. "I didn't mean for Foggy to find out either..."

"Oh so you think you actually could carry on living this crazily dangerous double life and every time you appear busted up at work we're just gonna believe 'you fell' again?" You scoffed at yourself for being so naïve, your eyes taking in the multitude of scars of varying ages marring his chest and abdomen. "You know, I actually made myself believe you because why would you lie?" You couldn't stop pacing, the anger mutating into hurt. "We're supposed to be friends, this is not how you treat friends, you do know that right?!"

"We are friends, you're my best friend."

"We're supposed to trust each other, I trusted you Matt. You lied!"

"I know, and I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It was more important to me that you were safe, if you didn't know then no-one would be able to use you to get to me. You'd be safe..."

"And what about you being safe? When you're not answering your phone, and you're not home and we don't know where the hell you are we've just got to wait and hope someone finds you half dead in a dumpster and doesn't just leave you there to bleed out? Christ..." You flung the helmet across the room like it had burned you. It clattered on the floor. Your blood was up, heart racing and now you knew he could actually hear it.

Good.

"I- no, that was just a one-off... I misjudged, walked into a trap. It's not going to happen again."

You groaned in frustration, almost ready to pull out your hair. "How the hell do you know that? You don't. Fuck Matt, you could really end up... you could die!" You felt your eyes burn as the thought of it ripped right through you. "We care about you, I- I care about you!" The tears would no longer be held back. "I fucking care about you Matt. I thought- ..." your voice cracked and you slumped down on the chair with your head in your hands.

Matt pushed himself up and limped over to you, kneeling on the floor at your feet. You raised your head. The sadness in his unseeing eyes as they searched for yours made you unconsciously reach for him, your hand gently caressing the side of his face.

He leaned into your touch, eyes closing as he spoke softly.

"You are part of my life.... and I swear to god," he said, crossing himself, "I wanted you to be a part of this too but not until I could figure it out."

He took your hands in his, the bloodied knuckles reminding you of why he went out there every night. What it was he was fighting for.

Who he was fighting for.

"There isn't a whole lot that frightens me, but I'm scared now," he pressed your palm on his chest right over his heart and you felt the rapid thudding under your fingers. "scared I might lose you because of all this."

Amidst the anxiousness and fear in his voice, you could hear a glimmer of hope. You knew how he felt because you felt it too.

"This heart... it's yours, if you'll have it, and even if you won't it will always be yours. Sweetheart please, can you forgive me?"

[riewritten]

i only remembered the existence of this request after finishing the drabble KJDKJKSDS IM SORRY it's totally far from it but quite the same vibes so I hope this will suffice??@?#?@

i was just summoned to a part-time work meeting at 9 fucking pm while working on my 12-pg major paper, so I figured I needed to destress. that said, this ain't proofread!

SILLY FAVORS

ERWIN X FEM!READER, ERWIN X YOU, NO Y/N

SUMMARY: You're the new neighbor of this random bachelor named Erwin Smith and you subtly—or so you thought—work around gaining his favor.

WORDS: 1.2k | AO3

It's as if doing them silly favors blooms the flowers on top of your head.

By morning, you'd start by including his plants whenever you water yours because he and his father seem too busy to do so. Whenever Erwin is out but his father is home, you’d knock at the door with a Tupperware of some meal you prepared. The old man will ask you to eat it with him but you'll deny and say that you're just on your work break—a thoughtful lie, perhaps, as you don't trust yourself not to hyperventilate with the knowledge that you're inside his giant handsome son's territory.

When you're finally off your shift, you'd sweep around the neighborhood then include his home while you're at it—all the while hoping that you'd be back inside before Erwin passes by. Despite the overwhelming infatuation, you don't want to be seen and make your feelings known.

Because what if he's actually a jerk? What if he's married? What if he's actually a dad, which wouldn't be too far-fetched because—

The doorbell rings.

—because of how buff and mature and fine he actually looks? What if he deems me as someone creepy trying to make my way to him through his poor old man?

Alongside is a voice calling your name.

What if I'm already obsessed with him that my deepest darkest desires could seep out without even talking? See, see, my mind is even imagining him knocking at my doorstep right now!

The doorbell rings and your name is called again, "Are you there?"

It was all but imagination. He is here!

Clearing your throat and trying to tone down the thrill in your nerves, you slowly open the door with head peaking, "Oh hi, Erwin… Mr. Smith's son, right? How may I help you?"

He's wearing his usual suit—not quite sure but he seems to be working in some university—and the Tupperware you gave his father is on his hands. "I heard you've been a great help to my dad lately," a welcoming genuine smile plastered despite a tad tired demeanor.

You'll never wash this piece of plastic again.

"Don't sweat it. It's just that I always end up cooking too much. I'm not used to living all by myself yet," you open the door wider to receive the Tupperware, "I'm glad your father likes my food, though! And I hope I'm not much of a bother."

"If anything, we're the ones bothering you. You're the one new in this town and yet—"

"Oh, no! Please don't think that way. I just don't have too much to do since I work from home and—" then you realized, "oh my god wait I'm so sorry am I bothering you guys by watering your plants every morning?"

He shakes his head with a reluctant chuckle, "In fact, the tomatoes harvested really well because of you," then gives you a plastic bag full of it, "would you mind?"

Goodness gracious, these tomatoes are going to be framed on the wall.

"Framed? Why?"

Fuck.

"I-I mean, my silly morning routine bore fruits, who wouldn't be grateful?"

"You also end up segregating the trash of the whole block. You'll become the neighborhood's hero at this point."

It was intentional; no one would notice my infatuation that way.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit too bored." Scared that your facade will slip if this talk ensues further, you excuse yourself. "I have some chores to do now. Thank you, Erwin! Please have some rest too."

Much to your confusion, he didn't gesture to leave yet. "So, you wouldn't be available if we ask you to eat dinner with us?"

"No," oh my god, why did I say no? How do I take that back? How do I take that back— "I think I'll knock at your father one of these days to tell him my availability. Would that be fine?"

"Okay. Hope to hear from you soon, then."

When the door finally closed, your knees gave up and you propelled a squeal while covering your mouth.

It is until you heard him laugh weakly outside that you realized you shouldn't have done that. Perhaps you should've covered your mouth more, or was aware beforehand that he seems to be sharp with your cues. Oh, no. You really might be terribly obsessed with him that your fluster slipped that easily.

Due to embarassment, you scheduled the watering routine way earlier; maybe that'd lower the chances of bumping into him.

This breezy calming daybreak, however, while tiptoeing around fences to sprinkle his precious leaves with water, your solace got terribly rattled.

It’s him, seated on a bench with a cup of coffee in his hand. Despite the cold breeze, he is wearing a white shirt too fit for his body. As if you're not flustered enough, you figured the sight of his broad arms would cause your death.

"Why are you so cautious in watering our plants?"

"Since when have you been there?"

Both questions were asked at the same time so he initiated to answer, "An hour ago. I actually went out first before you." he doesn’t seem repulsed, though. If anything he’s trying to hide a sneer.

Okay, to put it simply;

He saw the way you cautiously turned your head all over the surroundings before stepping out of the door. He was watching as you stared at his plants for five minutes with a fond smile. He was listening while you were singing and grooving and sweeping across your garden.

You silently covered your mouth in realization, too taken aback to even process the shame.

But before it could intimidate you, Erwin offered a cup. "I am just about to call you for this coffee but watching you tiptoe towards me got a bit too amusing."

"Oh my god," you shot him a truly horrifying look. "How would I fight the urge to run back into my house with tears when you say it that way?"

"The poor coffee will get cold. Would that help you fight the urge?"

"Oh my god," you realized it again. "You made that for me?"

"I'm actually quite nervous that you don't drink coffee. Do you?"

"I do!" Even if you don't, you will!

He casually reached for your hand to let you hold the cup yourself; the slight contact sent a tremendous jolt all over your body. You were ushered to their garden table afterward but before sitting down he remarked, "You didn't knock to tell my father about your availability."

"I forgot." you lied, "It's been how many days since then? Three? I'm so sorry."

"He said your schedule of watering plants is around six in the morning. You've been an hour early since then.”

"C-change of routine?"

He hummed in acknowledgment and teased further, "Have you finally figured out the amount of food to cook every lunch, though?"

Well, you stopped knocking at their door to bring his father excess dishes. However, "How did you know that much? Where were you the past few days?"

"I'm working at home for a while. I'm kinda looking forward to your lunch meals, though. My father loves it more than my cooking."

"I'm cooking steak for lunch today!" you blurted out. Oh god, that was supposed to be cooked this weekend! "Want some? I can bring a Tupperware to—" He shook his head no. "Oh... okay.”

"We'll cook it together this dinner," he sipped his coffee, "We'll help you."

I'll die of a heart attack.

"Don't worry, I'll cool down the house for you."

Not only did he hear you again, but he also knew damn well what it was about. Like earlier, he riled your fluster up instead of consolation, "Fight the urge to run back with tears now, though. Not until you finished that coffee."

i made this for like 2 hrs and this was the best 2 hrs of my day lol. also, this is not a one shot anymore. i love dadwin and im gonna project thru this fic.

[itsanerdlife]

Broken Knight 6

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Castle!Reader

Warnings: violence. Language. Stalking. Smut (later on). Pettiness. Lies. Secrets.

Working for my father and uncles, has never been an easy task. When I get attacked one night, it sets them off. My father hires a security team he knows. I’m unwilling, till he steps off the plane.

Now it’s complicated and blurry. James Barnes is more than I bargained for. And far more is happening then my father bargained for. I can’t help myself, only I know nothing is easy, and my father isn’t one to be disobeyed.

Hell’s going to rain down, I’m not sure who is going to survive this time.

It’s just getting awkward at this point. Her client refused to even make eye contact with her. He sat scrolling through his phone, refusing to speak to her.

“Mr. Rhomade.” She clears her throat. It’s visible on her face as she gets more and more annoyed with him. “I need you to speak to me, if you want this contract.” She pats her hands on the contract in front of her.

“Woman, are not made for places of power.” Her client mutters. “Though it is nice to see your father has you presented with a man, now.” His eyes cut to Bucky. “Perhaps he and I can talk.”

“He doesn’t work for Stark Inc. He works for, me, or my fathers, I’m not really fucking sure how that works, but he is not an employee of Stark Inc.” She stammers and growls.

Once more, he refuses to reply.

She sucks in a deep breathe, licking her lips.

“Please follow me Mr. Rhomade.” She smiles sweetly, standing up with the contract in hand. “I’ll take you to someone in charge.”

It’s a whole 180. Plastering on a customer service face and voice. She stalks out of the office, Bucky hurries after her. The client and Clint follow.

Her steps echo with anger as she moves down the hall to a small meeting room. Tony, Frank, Howie, Peter and Billy are sitting, talking. She stops next to the table.

“Mr. Rhomade, believes because I have a vagina. I am incapable of handling his contract. Since apparently having a dick is some God send, when we all know I take a better pounding than he would.” She shrugs.

“Oh god.” Peter drops his head.

“No.” Howie whines, trying to slither under the table from his chair.

Tony beams with pride, Billy covers his mouth with a hand, Clint is beat red with stifled laughter, even Bucky chokes down a snort. Frank is the only one remained unbothered, with the same murderous look on his face.

“What? I’m just saying I got jumped.” She smirks. “Someone with a dick take over.” She holds up the contract.

“I’ll do it.” Peter sighs.

“And tell him to go fuck himself.” She tosses the contract into the air. Unbound, held together with paper clips, the papers fly, flutter and drift across the table and floor. “You know, cause I’m a woman and he won’t acknowledge me.” She sasses, turning on her heels she leaves.

“I love her.” Tony grins.

Bucky and Clint hurry out after her.

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They sat in her office silently, as she flicked through a finalized contract that needed signing still. Slowly she sets it down, glancing over at him. He closes his book, watching her.

“Bucky?” She spoke softly. “Is it okay I call you that?” There is hesitation in her voice.

“It is.” He nods.

May I ask you something?” She wonders with a sigh.

“You may.”

“How do you know my dad?” She asks with such curiosity on her face.

He sighs, leaning forward. Supporting his forearms on his thighs.

“What was said to you during your attack?” His brow lifts.

“I told you.” She cuts her eyes away quickly.

“A lie.” He points out.

“You could have just said you wouldn’t tell me.” She huffs, rolling her eyes.

“Is there a reason you don’t trust me?” He wonders. His head tips slightly to the side.

“Who said I don’t?” She shrugs.

“You’re lying to me.” He settles her with a direct look.

“Maybe it’s not about you.” She tucks a strand of hair back.

“Who is it about?” His brow pulls in.

“Maybe I’m protecting someone like you’re protecting me.” She spoke softly.

“I could protect the two of you, if you tell me.” He reminds her.

“This is on me.” She lifts her chin, picking up her contract again.

“You’re very infuriating, Princess.” He mutters, sighing as he leans back in his seat. Snatching up his book again. Her eyes snap up to him for a moment, before dropping them to her work.

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Frank sent her home early, after her stunt in the meeting room. She’d fallen asleep on the couch, he covered her with a blanket before setting about checking the locks and apartment. He had a feeling she didn’t do well sleeping alone now, that was expected after all she’d gone through.

He’d barely pulled off his T-shirt and turned down the bed. It sounded like a breathless yell, cut off before it became a scream. He’s hauling ass out of the room, and down the little hall when it comes again.

Her face pushed into the couch pillow, stifling the sound. Fucking nightmares. His hand closes on her shoulder, shaking her enough to wake her.

“Y/N?” His voice just loud enough not yet a yell.

She jerks up, slapping his hands away as she lets out a startled yelp. Panic, fear, confusion washing across her face as she scrambles away from him. Blinking wild eyes, she’s trying to focus, gather her surroundings again. He holds his hands up in defense, slowly sitting next to her.

“It’s just a dream. You’re okay.” He spoke soft and slow.

Her chest rises and falls fast, panicked, scared.

“It’s okay.” He nods, watching her. She stares back at him wondering if she believed his words. “You’re safe, Princess.” He reminds her.

He’s surprised when she moves, throwing her arms around his neck. He stiffens for a moment, slowly relaxing he wraps one arm around her, hauling her in closer. When she sniffles, he can’t explain why it’s such a gutting feeling for him.

“Shit, don’t cry.” His other hand comes up, brushing back her hair.

“Fuck, sorry.” She sniffs, looking guilty. “I’m crying on you.” She attempts to pull away.

He doesn’t know why, can’t explain it, but his arm locks, keeping her in place.

“It’s ah, it’s fine.” His brow pulls in. Confused by his own words.

“Thanks.” She spoke in a broken whisper.

“Anytime.” His own voice practically a whisper. He settles back against the couch, pulling the blanket over her, letting her settle in next to him.

Was this possibly crossing some line? It was a blurry line.

Was this going against the one thing Frank Castle told him to not do?

Completely.

Yet it wasn’t enough to stop him.

Bucky called to let Frank know they’d be boarding a flight and departing in the hour. Frank only had one things to ask before they were airborne.

“I ask one thing of you, James.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t get involved with my daughter.”

“Understood.”

“Promise me. You will keep this one hundred percent professional, Barnes.”

“Promise, Castle. You have my word.”

“See you when you land.”

“You have nothing to worry about, we’ll be there in two days’ time.”

[kissorkill15]

You'll Get Through This: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: 16 year old Nicky Roth and a suicide attempt.

Nicky jolted upwards out of his slumber, breathing heavily and sweating uncontrollably. He had another nightmare, and it was one of the worst nightmares ever since the grocery store.

He was in Mr. Peterson's basement. The large man towered over him, holding a butcher knife. He couldn't move, he couldn't scream, he couldn't do anything. All he could do was lie there, petrified, and wishing this man would just get it over with already.

Nicky immediately ran to the bathroom, and he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a hot mess. Messy hair, sweaty face, he looked like he just ran a whole 78 miles.

He couldn't take it anymore. The nightmares, the flashbacks, the pain, the bullying, the near death experiences. He hated his life. He just wanted it all to stop.

He turned on the sink, and splashed some water in his face, when he looked at himself in the mirror once again, he saw the scared little boy he once was. 13 year old Nicky Roth, a stupid little boy who ruined his entire life to find his only friend who he had something in common with.

The same stupid little boy who ruined his friendship with so many other people, the same stupid little boy who damaged his reputation, the same stupid little boy who made him and his parents look bad in front of the entire city of Raven Brooks.

The next thing he saw was a black figure. The figure took the shape of Aaron, Mr. Peterson's last living child. The last thing he heard before he jolted backwards and fell in the bathtub was...

"I warned you, Nicky. I told you to never come back."

Nicky grasped the sides of his head, and let out a blood curdling scream. He ran back to the mirror, angry and lost in his head, and he started punching the glass until his knuckles started to bleed. When he was done, there was nothing left of the mirror, and his knuckles looked like they've had better days.

Nicky opened the bathroom cupboard under the sink, and grabbed his mother's sleeping pills. Then he ran to his room, took out a piece of paper and pencil. He began writing...

Dear World,

I'm sorry, but I can't take it anymore. I can't take anymore nightmares, pain, regret, hallucinations, nothing. I've lost all of my friends, all of my sanity, all of the trust anyone has ever had in me, I've lost everything. I'm finally going to be with my bubba (grandmother), and I'll finally be free from this hell I call my life. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. I'll miss you.

Sincerely,

Nicholas Michael Roth

He emptied the container of pills into his hands, and stuffed them all into his mouth. But before he could swallow a single pill, his door swung open.

"NICKY!"

It was his mother. She frantically ran to Nicky, slapping the container out of his hands, and gripping his cheeks.

"Spit them out!"

Nicky shook his head.

"Nicholas Michael Roth, spit out all of those pills right fucking now!"

Nicky didn't want to, but he did anyway. As he spat them out, he started crying uncontrollably.

Just then, his father walked in. Immediately growing concerned when he saw his son crying. "Oh, holy shit! Nicky, what happened?!", he asked.

"I just caught our son trying to kill himself."

Jay's eyes widened in shock. He sat down on the bed, next to Nicky. He was scared to touch him since he was currently having a breakdown.

"Nicky, it's okay, honey."

"No, stop that. No it's not!"

"Nicky-"

Nicky unleashed another scream. "STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, MOM! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE NIGHTMARES, PAIN, PTSD HEART ATTACKS AND FLASHBACKS, NO MORE!"

Nicky continued crying. "Just please let me end it. I hate myself so fucking much right now. I want to die! Everything hurts so bad."

Jay and Luanne hated seeing their baby like this. They wrapped their arms around Nicky, a warm and comforting embrace.

"Let me end it. Let me end it. Let me end it.", the scared boy kept saying.

"Narf. Look at me.", said his father.

Nicky turned his head to look at him.

"We're not going to keep telling you it's okay, because we know you know it's not. But we just want to let you know that we're here for you. We're here to listen this time."

"Your father's right, Nicky. I know we weren't there for you when you needed us before, and we regret it, knowing it's the reason you went missing. But just know, we're ready to listen now. We're ready to be better parents.

Nicky pondered for a moment, but he finally opened up his mouth to speak.

"I guess I've been feeling pretty angry and sad."

He stopped for a moment, checking to see if they were really listening. When he saw they were, he continued talking.

"Angry because no one would believe me when I said Mr. Peterson was the reason Aaron and Mya were missing. And sad because I lost all of my friends, and I felt like I've been abandoned."

Nicky felt like crying again.

"Everyone was against me in Raven Brooks, everyone thought I was crazy. No one believed me, they said I didn't have enough proof, but there was a truckload of proof right under their noses. They just refused to look at it! No one cares about missing children. No one cares about bullying. No one cares about the death of a child-"

As Nicky said all of this, he felt his throat start to close up, and his eyes began flooding up with tears. Before he knew it, he was crying again. His father's arms wrapped tighter around him.

"Narf, that was Raven Brooks. We're not in Raven Brooks anymore."

"Exactly. We're in Shelbyville. It's better than Raven Brooks. There are really great schools, and interesting after school programs, there's even a neighborhood watch."

Joking seemed to be helping a little bit, because Nicky started to smile.

"Yeah.", he said. "There are a few good restaurants nearby, and a decent police station. And it normally takes a week to find missing people."

They all laughed.

"But seriously, Narf.", his dad said, "You're not alone anymore. You're going to get through this. You might not get through it immediately, but I swear, you'll get through it. You'll feel better, and boom! No more nightmares or flashbacks, and no more suicidal thoughts."

Nicky smiled and snuggled into his father's chest.

"And I'm sorry we doubted you, Nicky. We love you so much.", said his mother.

"I love you guys too, so very much.", replied Nicky.

They all engulfed themselves in a big group hug. Nicky knew now that he wasn't alone anymore, and he was going to get through this, no matter what or how long it took.

[garebearandnan]

Operation Nope begins…

New Chapter out. ‘A Bit of Me’ - Day 10 Part 1.2

CLICK ON LINK to read full chapter on WATTPAD: 

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SUMMARY: The new couples get settled in, but cracks are already starting to appear. The Islanders take part in a compatibility challenge called, ‘Meet your Match’.

NOTE: This challenge is similar to Love Island TV show, S4 UK & S2 AU. The girls are tasked with ranking the boys from who they're most to least compatible by placing a heart-face emoji 😍 on the most compatible and a sad face on the least compatible. 😢

Brief sampling below of challenge:

Narrator Iain Stirling: It’s time for a challenge, and this one’s called ‘Meet Your Match.’ When our Islanders applied, they filled out detailed questionnaires. We have shamelessly stolen a load of confidential information from the  questionnaires for ‘The Compatibility Test’. And ran it through a complex algorithm on the Love Island supercomputer. Nay, okay, we showed it to Andy the Intern. And he ranked the five boys with each girl in terms of compatibility. The girls will take turns trying to rank the boys in order of their compatibility. They’ll place a love heart emoji 😍 on the boy she thinks is most compatible with them, and a sad face emoji 😢 on the least compatible boy. She will then arrange the rest of the boys. When she gets a boy in the right position, he steps back. Each girl gets one point for every boy she gets in the right place. Every time a girl needs to re-jig the order, she gets a mark. The girl with the least marks wins.

Marisol will play host as each girl tries to match the algorithm.

Marisol: Right, Priya, you’re up first.

Priya: Rahim, you go first because we like to travel and we like the same food. (She places the love heart emoji on her partner, Ibrahim.)

Iain Stirling: After three attempts, Priya got the order right with Gary the least compatible and Noah the most.

BH Hope: She rolls her eyes. “It’s just a bunch of algorithms. Numbers lie. Priya can have the piece of paper all she wants; she can’t do anything with it.”

BH Noah: “I don’t know what computer you guys are using. I don’t know how it all works, but, for some reason, myself and Priya seem to be compatible.”

Marisol is up next. Marisol puts her hands on her hips, looking the boys up and down.

Marisol: OK. So… Lucas, stay where you are.

BH Marisol: I mean, he’s also bloody gorgeous. So…

Marisol: Ibrahim, I’m gonna pop you right down the end, just cos we’ve already learned you’re not my type. (She places the sad face emoji on Ibrahim.)

BH Marisol: “I just put him at the bottom straight away without even giving him a chance. We just don't work.”

Her first attempt, from most compatible to least compatible: Lucas, Noah, Gary, Bobby, and Ibrahim

Grace: So, none are correct.

Marisol: None?

LAUGHTER

BH Bobby: “Don’t know why she was so surprised. The whole villa knows that Marisol doesn't really know what she wants. She's a bit all over the place with what she wants in a guy.”

Iain Stirling: Grab some popcorn, people; this could take some time.

Her third attempt from most to least: Bobby, Ibrahim, Lucas, Gary, Noah.

Grace: Noah is correct. You can step back.

BH Marisol: “I was so shit at that game. I'm literally guessing now.”

Marisol: Ooh, all right. OK. Gary you go up there.

Gary: Whoa! What?

Gary swaps with Bobby, and he places the love heart emoji on. Gary looks at you, and then his eyes flick to Marisol. This is awkward as fuck.

BH Grace: “No girl wants to see the boy she likes and the girl he used to be coupled up with have him rank as her most compatible.” (She sighed deeply.)

Marisol: That was a stitch-up.

Iain Stirling: It’s no ‘stitch-up. Andy, the Intern numbers were audited by Ben, the Intern. Five times, to be exact. Eventually, Marisol gets it right with Noah, the least compatible and Gary, the most. Lottie is up next.

Lottie strutted right up to the line of boys and smiled flirtatiously at Gary.

Grace (thinking): I think I’m going to be sick. At least Marisol seemed surprised that Gary was her most compatible.

Lottie: I’ll just get straight into it. Gary, stay put. (She exclaimed with a flip of her hair.) You do my bloody head in.

You side-eyed Lottie in annoyance. For fuck's sake.

A collective inhale of breath as the Islanders take in what she means. Your gaze briefly drifted toward Gary as you sought to measure his reaction. Gary shifts uncomfortably.

BH Gary: “I couldn’t look Grace in the eyes when that happened. So I was just like… Fuck!”

Iain Stirling: After three attempts, Lottie got the order right  with Ibrahim in top and partner Bobby in second. Next to work at her lineup is Grace.

Marisol reads out from the board your order of compatibility. He breaks out into a huge grin as Hope and Priya let out whoops.

BH Grace: “Oh, my god, this is perfect. Eh! Like, it makes me feel so good and so, like, relaxed.”

Iain Stirling: Grace has taken the lead after getting all of the  boys in order in just one attempt. Last to pick is Hope.

Marisol: Come on up, Hope.

Hope: I'll be gutted if we are least compatible. (She points to Noah.) That will play on my mind. Who knows what I’m letting myself in for… 

LAUGHTER

Hope: Noah, come to the front. I really hope this is right, you know.

Noah: So do I.  (Noah smiles shyly.)

Iain Stirling: As Marisol reveals if any of Hope’s rankings are correct, get ready for an ‘Ooh!’

She moves the boys around again.

Hope: Ibrahim and Noah swap.

Ibrahim pats Noah on the back.

BH Noah: “I started in the Premier League in Hope's, and I went down into the conference very quickly.”

Bobby: Awe. Poor old Noah.

Hope: This is stressful.

BH Hope: “Surely, youse didn’t pay for that test? You’re joking.”  (She is holding the love emoji face.) “This is Noah. This is what should have gone around his neck. But didn’t.”

Iain Stirling: Hope is stressing because, surprisingly, Noah was not ranked as her most compatible partner in the challenge. Andy, the intern, I've got one thing to say to you: top work, fella.

END NOTE: Special thanks to sparxaf for their insightful comments on Lottie and Ibrahim’s compatibility.

[why-even-ask]

okay i'm getting personal because it's been on my fucking mind for a while and thank you bioshock i guess.

summary: i love-hate andrew ryan and frank fontaine very much and i have my reasons

aaand of coure, tw domestic abuse, childhood trauma whatever. and alcohol and blood. and bioshock spoilers

yes i love-hate ryan and fontaine

I'd break their noses and try to ruin their lives but also drink with them and chat with them and spend time with them. okay so i played this fucking game (bioshock 1) and i loved it, yeah the twists were fucked up and all but i always had this weird attachment to fontaine and ryan despite also hating them, and then it fucking hit me in the guts one morning

man, my life has been a lie, my childhood has been very fucked up in terms of parental stuff but the fucking trauma bonding does tricks. it took me 18 fucking years to understand that not everyone's parents endanger their children's lives and do horrible shit. it was "first scold him and then ask him if he's dying or not" in medical emergencies, and outright denying possible emergency medical care. i thought my life has been perfect in their hands but apparently false memories. blurry memories coming up to the surface and fucking me up.

i vividly remember the times when her voice went from a soft one to death threats and back like Atlas to Fontaine. I ran from their rage and danger to their shelter. They were all I could ask for and all I was trying to run away from. I had no one else, only one friend who was also abused. We thought it was okay. We thought they were the best parents we could ever have.

and i probably should have learnt after all the life-threatening situations, right? bleeding over the floor daily but being refused care, public shaming after a minor disagreement, all that stuff? i should have learnt that i shouldn't trust them or maybe even not talk to them since I've moved out, but nope. i have even legally applied to get my father's name added to mine. stupid fucking move maybe but I LOVE HIM. I ADORE HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING ON THIS EARTH. yes i am also extremely disgusted and sometimes i want to punch him and his eyes scare me and he could get us all killed multiple times but I LOVE HIM.

I understood it all after playing bioshock. jack did kill fontaine, yeah, but i wouldn't be able to. once fontaine said "you were the closest thing i had to a son" or whatever, i would drop everything and go hug him. i would forgive him. hell, there would be nothing to forgive anyway. i think he'd love me. you can understand how fucked up it sounds but it sounds completely normal to me. i feel like this, i really do.

I find myself calling my parents all the time, hearing their praises makes me feel so fucking good. i would even take a stab to make my parents praise me because i am fucking conditioned to do so. i always wanted them to care, not be mad, i wanted them to smile and say that they were proud of me. it makes me feel whole, makes me feel so fucking happy when they love me. especially with one of them, i would love to drink and fight and break noses and drink and hug and hear praises.

i want him to LOVE ME. i want him to tell me that I am doing well!!!! I want him to see me as his fucking HEIR! I want him to consider my existence! I want him to think about ME and not other people's children!!!!!!!! I want him to set my name in contacts as something other than my full legal name with my surname in all caps!!! He tells me that i wrote my paper well and then i become the proudest, he tells me that it's not as good and then i want to break some noses!!!! it's not fucking enough!!!!!!! i should be the best in his eyes!!!!

i cant imagine a life where im "standing on my two feet" because i wont be able to handle that. i am not able to be "independent", and i don't even want to. yeah jack built himself a life but you know what? i would beg at the feet of ryan and fontaine to consider my existence.

holy fuck now reading it all like this, it sounds horrible. but it's a glimpse of trauma bonding with parents i guess. i should write that shit as a story to explore it or something, i don't know. i wish there was an ending to bioshock where we could save fontaine and he could say lovely words or something. i think im fucked up beyond repair at this point.

[squadron-of-damned]

okay so i have,,, a lot of questions for siegfried and his kids. not exactly from the list (and more like ICAs) but i just have to annoy my uncles.

for everyone:

what's your favourite colour? do you like walking barefoot or have you ever walked barefoot? would you take me to the park and have ice cream with me? btw, favourite ice cream flavour?

for siegfried:

how did you even survive being shot three times in the same place? like, HOW??? why swords? also yeah, you spent too much time in scotland, you could literally call yourself a scot. buy me a sword, i need one.

for wolfgang:

do you know what's a furry? how many dogs do you currently have and could i have one? ily you are very cool, keep doing u.

for markov (the fav uncle):

not a question but i want you to teach me how to stab people and cause non-lethal injury. when the fuck did you get married and why wasn't i a flower girl? please sign your cards.

Favourite colour: These are not going to be ICA, because Markov would lie and Siegfried wouldn't know the truth if it hit him in the head.

Siegfried could never pick just one, he liked combinations of earthy browns and light greens. If he had to pick one, he'd say maroon, and then mull it over until the end of his days if it was the right answer.

Wolfgang wears what he loves: Scarlet

Markov might wear his signature purple, but is actually fond of dark greens, emerald and malachite like

Ice cream:

Siegfried: Have you gone through your training today? Well, once you are finished, we can get ice cream as a reward. Strawberry is a good ice cream.

Wolfgang: Well, the dogs aren't going to walk themselves and I suppose we can stop by the ice-cream stall on the way. If it's omen. And if you promise not to make a mess. Scoop of pistachio?

Markov: Consider this counterpoint: Actual food. But we can spend the afternoon in the park and you may get ice cream on your own. If they have dark enough chocolate flavour, I might consider having one scoop too...

About the three shots:

Siegfried: It's not like a shot to the shoulder is lethal, especially if you keep your mind and stop the bleeding. I myself am more puzzled how three different people separated by some thirty years managed to hit me in the exact same spot.

Swords:

Siegfried: Fencing, either the fancy sport one or the historical one, make for a good sport. I picked it up first as PE and then stuck to it, because I liked it. Many people nowadays like to do martial arts, because in case of toruble they could also defend themselves, swordsmanship has the same benefit. It also has one additional advantage: People are intimidated by large visible weapons. If someone sees a sword strapped to your side, they aren't even going to start a fight. You can call that preventive damage control.

Siegfried: Besides it is a known fact that everyone looks better with a sword, it just has some people-magnetic properties. But if you carry a sword and don't know how to use it, you are more likely to hurt yourself or worse - make a fool of yourself.

Siegfried: Why would I buy you a sword? Go to the armory, pick one that you like. Something to match your height and strength.

The furry question:

Wolfgang: You aren't the first person to ask me that. According to Markov, who's a fountain of such useless trivia, furry is me but neon green with orange streaks. I hope that answers helps you, because it did not help me at all.

Dogs:

Wolfgang: So right now we are at sixteen. 6 are actually our dogs, these five puppies are for sale or taking if you promise to take good care of them. Yes, you'll get the papers, this is a certified breeding station.

Wolfgang:These three I am sort of looking after until their owners sort out their living conditions - it's not easy to do software and divorce and find a place big enough to live in with a borzoi.

Wolfgang: And these two poor sods got into an accident and the shelter couldn't really provide for them. Together they make for a whole dog and some spare parts. If you wanted to, you could take them, but they are high maintenance.

Being very cool:

Wolfgang: I am so cool it's frosty, lass. *winks with both eyes*

Stabbing people:

Markov: *hands you an anatomy atlas* Make a list of all spots that are lethal to stab, then I shall add in any of those you'll have missed. After that? Stab anywhere but there.

Marriage:

Markov: That is a private information. Nobody was invited, you get equal treatment to everyone else.

Markov: It's not like you've missed out anything. We signed some papers, then everyone went home.

Signing cards:

Markov: Why would I? Everyone knows they are from me. If someone does not know that, they either bother to find out or they do not.

[tyrilstarfury]

My favourite choices books are ones I can replay every year... I don't like to replay often but if I can do it once a year then I'm good...

To be honest a lot of them are og-ish books... The new books I don't really like that much but it's one or two that maybe I can get down with...

So my favs are... In no particular order... Its literally three books I think...

Bloodbound... I can probably play this book two times a year I love the characters so fucking much... I love me some Adrian and lily... Damit Jax too (I only say that coz he dies in my playthrough, urgh I cried so much no lie) ... But this book is my everything...

The Royal Romance... This was my first choices book... I was so depressed and I randomly downloaded this app, I just found myself lost in Cordonia and fell in love with Liam... This book brought me through some hard times and is probably my number 1... I finished TRH but I didn't even play that finale book, I played one chapter and never went back it seemed crap ... I will one day I suppose but TRR is my jam, not the rest 😬

Blades of light and shadow... Ummm obviously I would have to be a crazy person if this wasn't on my list... I love literally everything about this book... Which character is shit? That's right none... Fabulous book, I want to be MC and get dick down by Tyril (did I say that out loud?)... I really love this book because modern shit is cool and all but take me back in time or to a fantasy world and you have me hooked and in this case take me to Tyril and you can have my money...

The Nanny Affair... I don't know why I like this book... Errrr that's a lie... The smut and the audacity... I just think Sam and the MC are just so selfish and perfect for each other it's unreal... They both think they are better than everyone and are just literally on their high horse and lusting over each other without remorse... I love a messy romance... On paper I should hate this book because its not fantasy, historical or full of gore but I love me this book... I have replayed it three times, what does that say about me... Idk, that I'm trash I guess.

Endless Summer... I actually haven't played this book since it ended... But when it was airing I replayed it constantly... I don't like unhappy endings... I will replay it one day but the image of Sean heart-broken and alone got me so hard... I know you can be stuck on the island but my dumb ass romanced Sean so I just kept thinking he would be sad without his mom... Its a whole mess... It left me feeling hollow... I like happy endings sue me alright...

Ride or die... I love all the love interests I would marry them in a poly ceremony... Nina is my wife, Colt and Logan are hot... Its just that pb decided not to do a book two... I hate that there is so much you could do with this story but they gave up.. oh welp...

I mean I think these are the only choices stories I replay or have replayed... I would say I replayed the freshman at some point but I don't really like that book, I was just deep in the fandom so I did it (OK I also like Zig but that book was shit to me, I hated reading it)... There are other choices books I like I just never replayed them, not once, I really like that pirate book but I didn't finish when someone spoiled the ending, did I say I hate sad endings, TRM was good but again never replayed... Accept AMA which I replayed book 1 and two randomly when I was at my cousins house coz I weirdly missed Adam (don't ask but he's a vet, that's cute)... I will never play that book again tho...

So yeah I don't really replay choices books or play them tbh... Its a lot of books I've left halfway and thought fuck this, I don't like...