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baekhvuns · 1 year

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Ofc they're having a cb when I'm not there, I have up at this point lol

Stop the avocado abuse 💔

Stalkers won't stop like, they know it's bad and they dgaf. Even some blacklisted fansites can still go to airports cause who's gonna stop them? It's awful

I was bored and looked into Men of the Harem the novel, but do I wanna spoil myself. My friend said it has more details and the relationship between Latil and Tasir is 😳😊 so I might check it out. There are like 287373 chapters and shit gets spicy 😭

I can't fully enjoy this WC because of the whole Qatar thing so I'm mostly observing from the distance. Everything I needed from football this year aka Madrid winning CL happened so now I'm chill! And Arsenal is literally FIRST in the Premier League table?!??! I used to like Mbappe more, but I still have a soft spot for many French players 💀 I'm a bit sad Spain lost, but oh well. I hate penalties, so nerve wrecking

One thing SM is good at are the promo picturesand packaging. My journey with Itzy started with Wannabe, cause I didn't care for their debut and Icy, but I'm a Not Shy and Loco defender. MITM is hmmm not the best, but I still like it to a certain extent. People speculate Jinni was kicked out cause she spoke about training, having a comeback soon and the next day GOODBYE 🤔Also Loona's comeback, uhmmmmm. I know many Orbits are boycotting it

Hawgsyhasyshhss I will never forget waking up one day in Straya, opening the blinds and spotting two roos boxing each other, we made eye contact then they continued. I was like "understandable, have a nice day". Omfg that's the same person I forgot I told you about her, tbh lots of my friends live in AUs 😅

Ooooh a few weddings, and then mine in SK, remember! There's a saying that goes "Paris is in France, but France isn't in Paris" so sidhjshdjsnhsjs I also recommend other French cities if you ever have time

Seonghwa platinum is perfect even my friend who used to hate blonde hair agrees! People just want ot8 black hair, but it's so boooooring, most of them have/had black hair all the time! As a blonde Hwa lover I'm in danger, what if he dyes it now... hopefully a different colour than black, it'd be a shame not to take advantage of his bleached scalp. But I want him to stay a blondie a little longer 😭 most importantly NO SCISSORS. I need Hongjoong to do something crazy with his hair tho

Alright so best of both worlds, dark academia, but make it cottagecore as well.

(Thumb Seonghwa is not real he can't hurt us...)

Right. I do hope Eden and his team switch things up and give Jongho less high notes etc, but he's still a good producer. Some Atinys think he's the devil, like? Log off and stare at a wall, think about your lives for a second

If I worked at that diner and saw this bitch and thoughts on the 👃?

Please NT football teams need Season's Greetings lolol

They said "no more lies" but no Love Shot, no Move...

*gently holds*

I was asleep idek what's going on, but I'm too out of it to analyse the lore this time. Also this comeback feels a bit unnecessary ngl ksugswgyshshshshs and I still haven't gone through the whole Paradigm album 🙉 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Ofc they're having a cb when I'm not there, I have up at this point lol // Stop the avocado abuse 💔

LMFAOOOO 😭😭 ITS ABSOLUTE BS !!! but if ur going kr in like later maybe they’ll be there w a new comeback 😭😭😭 i do not personally understand the hype around avocado being tasti actually <//3

Stalkers won't stop like, they know it's bad and they dgaf. Even some blacklisted fansites can still go to airports cause who's gonna stop them? It's awful

atp bodyguards need to be shown faces in their training for the group they guard so they can stop the specific fans and plus isn’t rona still in kr like its spiking so i don’t understand why they’d all risk and crowed around them,, we need the guards to be the swat or csi stuff atp 🤚🏼

THERES A WHOLE NOVEL??? WHAT. latil and tasir’s relationship, 👀 WHAT DO U MEAN WHAT DO U MEAN IT GETS SPICY 😭😭 DOES MY GUY SONNAUGHT GET AT LEAST 1 MINUTE OF LATIL’S ATTENTION 😭😭

right!! im keeping up primarily bc its their last wc 😭😭 madrid was really on a roll with the league HDWKDHWK THE ARSENAL V MAN UNITED IS THE ONE IM WAITING FOR,,, no bc mbappe let the fame get to his mind tho i can’t deny that he’s a good player, but the ego is ��📈 i was surprised england lost mate, in front of beckham like that??? VIOLATION!! penalties truly, never been so on the edge of my seat 🤚🏼 the massive amount of pressure these guy’s have is 🫡 + hope the teams who didn’t make it get the chance at copa, and the next wc bc theres gonna be sooo many teams

YOU ARE CORRECT THO I ALMOST SAID WHAT PROMO UNTIL I SAW THE PICTURES,, sm rly is very creative with packaging and shoot’s ,, loco was AMAZING! the choreo and the kpop oomf, want that itzy era back so fast but lesserafim dominating ,, mafia in the morning was alright the ring dang dang got me 🧍🏻‍♀️ BRUH??? no bc it’s so sus, jyp being this sensitive? then they should’ve kicked out so many ppl if they talked about comebacks 😭😭 YEAAH THE COLOUR CODED LYRIC CHANNELS WILL THRIVE DURING LOONA’S CB bc all the views

LMFAOOOO DBWKHDWKDKW NO WAY 😭😭😭 WHAT A SIGHT STOP u were witnessing a very intense boxing match, who won? the left one or the right? THE WAY THAT FRIEND OF URS SCORED !!!!! lived an au, works a dream job 🤌🏼 gods favourite, im gonna ask one ques, has any of ur friends lived an etl or is it reserved for u?

U BET I WILL TAKE A FLIGHT STRAIGHT FROM THERE,, i do wanna see the eiffel tower but i primarily want to visit the south of france bc it is just so stunning and id cry if i don’t ever see it really, if i can’t live the french girl aesthetic what is the point in life 😵‍💫😵‍💫

EXACTLY EXACTLY !!!!! that seonghwa really attracted so many ppl & turned them into shinestar’s im never forgetting him bc he started my era w him 😭😭 WHAT IF HE DYES IT BLUE 😭😭 IM GONNA SCREAM STOP DONT ASK UR THAT FRIEND FOR PHOTOS ITLL ALSO PISS ME OFF 😭😭🤚🏼 ateez all long haired cb when !! wHEN!! this siren era better bring out the long hairs idc idc we need a hwa + mingi long hair

Alright so best of both worlds, dark academia, but make it cottagecore as well. /// (Thumb Seonghwa is not real he can't hurt us...)

will 🫡 note that 🫡 COTTAGE CORE FLORIST HWA VDMABSKW

DBWMDJKW I LOST IT FOR A FEW MINUTES, TEARS IN EYES FACE RED TYPE OF LAUGH TOO 😭😭

omg ur right, jongho in a low register or better yet a song without extreme high notes, give us baby making r&b ateez!!! he really is talented and tbh ppl complaining like they can do it any better! he’s a professional, he’s got a team and the members, they know what they’re doing 😭😭 no literally touch some grass, go make friends but don’t log in

If I worked at that diner and saw this bitch and thoughts on the 👃? /// Please NT football teams need Season's Greetings lolol

DBWMDHKWHDKW BESTIE THAT IS A 90’S AU AND HES THE BB! IM FBWKDJWKDNAM nO COMMENTS. NONE.

and if u see this one.

LMFAOOOO I WOULD ACTUALLY BUY IT, THEY DO THEMES EVERY YEAR STOP THEY’D HE UNSTOPPABLE 😭😭😭 psg doing high schoool theme iM GONNA SCREAM, barca doing news reporters themes 😭😭

They said "no more lies" but no Love Shot, no Move... // *gently holds*

all men do is lie. where is the eve cover, the mmmh, the move, the criminal. where.

gently hold who? him? 🤨

spent 30 mins watching water flow asmr 😭😭 i tbh haven’t listened to paradigm either ive only heard snips and idk what to feel about it </3

ALSO WHAT IS HAPPENING DBWJDHW

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

everything is fine.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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shotosprincess · 3 years

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Altruistic. — oikawa tooru ♡︎

ALTRUISTIC: showing a disinterested and selfless concern for the well-being of others; unselfish.

⤷ pairing: oikawa tooru ♥︎ fem! reader

⤷ summary: you accidentally get hit by the ball during one of oikawa,, your childhood best friend’s ,, practice games ,, and he immediately leaves to take care of you 🥺🤌

⤷ genre(s): super short one shot w lots of fluff ,, fluff ,, FLUFF!!

⤷ length: 1.7k

⤷ a/n: PLS i stayed up till 6am last night writing this purely bc i absolutely could not sleep without writing a soft moment w oikawa into existence (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃

“ Oi! Oikawa! Pass it here! “ The holler echoed through the gym, roaring solidly over the squeak of worn out sneakers twisting against glossy floors.

“ Iwa-chan! “ Oikawa’s smile scintillates with an undeniable anticipation as he pushes against the ball, hands flicking outwards as his toss to the teammate in question proved to be, in fact, successful. He spikes it down, the tremendous force exerted from both parties sending the dull sphere of ivory driving into the ground, leaving their opponents in the blatant, dirty dust.

It smacks right in front of their libero, who was far too stunned to even do so much as react in time. The shrill of a whistle ripples through the air. Seijoh’s side cheers, little praises and compliments slipping out from one teammate to another as back pats and playful head slaps were shared within their brief moment of celebration. The boys prepare themselves for another point to be won, bending their knees in a ‘ ready ‘ stance. Your heart melted. Oikawa’s earthy eyes glinted with a familiar sense of hunger, of true passion. You loved seeing him like this; buzzing and thrumming with such a raw, precise determination. You adored it.

Your hand reaches into the shallow depths of your sweater’s pocket, findling with its contents before finally pulling out your phone to check the time. The serve is hit, and just as your finger sides across the side of the case to actually turn your phone on—

A blinding pain stuns you, striking sharply at the side of your head. You see white, passing out due to the sudden unpleasant sensation. Your body falls limp, lolling to the side of your chair upon impact.

Oikawa’s head snaps in your direction, and his heart stops. He waves a hand dismissively, aggressively, in fact, through the air, signalling some sort of time out for obvious reasons. His stare burned right through the spiker responsible for your unprecedented injury. A dark aura seemed to even envelope him as he did. And in a low, threatening tone:

“ You’ll pay for this. “

Rushedly sprinting to your side, he kneels beside you, cupping your neck with one hand for support and wrapping his other arm beneath your legs. He lifts you up gently, gaze frantically darting from side to side, only to realize that no paramedics of any sort were currently present. A scoff leaves him, sending one last protective glare towards the hazel-haired player.

“ Continue the game without me. I’m taking her home. “

There is a prolonged beat of silence until he leaves, and the gym slowly begins to erupt with laughter and boisterous comments once again. He carefully places you in his car, tucking your bag of belongings in the empty space beneath your feet. The jangling key turns and clicks, the engine booms to life.

And he’s off.

“ Are you...Are you ok? “

Your eyes flutter open, lids still heavy, to the blurred sight of a very pretty boy with a very pretty smile. Chestnut swoops of hair frame his face in a fluffy frame. There is a certain kindness in his eyes. That’s when everything comes rushing back to you, and you realize the pretty boy before you is none other than the man who has put up with you ever since the first grade, Oikawa Tooru. And judging by your surroundings, you were in...his room?

“ O-Oikawa? “

“ Hey, you’re awake. Just in time too. I need to clean your wound. “

The skin near his eyes creases ever so slightly as his lips form one of the warmest smiles you had ever seen. He seemed...relieved. By an almost-unnatural amount.

His fingers move to tuck a straying tendril of hair behind your ears, letting the back of his hand delicately brush against the side of your face.

“ What...what happened exactly? “

Your memory is hazy, all you remembered was a sudden searing sting, which only evolved into a copiously throbbing ache. And then nothing.

“ Yahaba was being an idiot and accidentally hit you in the head with his serve. “

He pushes the heel of his palm against his head, groaning into it in annoyance and frustration. You say nothing, simply making a little “ oh “ face. His eyes close, a deep inhale clearing his thoughts.

For some reason, your eyes were immediately drawn to the abundant rise of his chest. You did not know why.

He puts his hand down, flashing you a half smile.

“ Well. It can’t be helped. You were passed out on the ride back. You’re in my house right now, but don’t worry. I’ll take care of you, ok? No flying objects can hurt you here. “

The lighthearted laugh which follows is accompanied by an odd longing to keep looking into his eyes. He pulls out a small medical kit from the drawer behind him, presenting a ball of slightly frayed cotton. It clumps together as he saturates it with the contents of an alcohol agent, the blue liquid quickly bleeding into the white.

You instinctively wince as his tweezers take the ball between its thin metal prongs, gently pressing it against your head. A harsh sting pricks through your skin. Your eyes tightly squeeze shut, and your head drops down to hide your face, embarrassed. The pressure immediately ceases.

“ Sorry. I forgot to warn you when I was going to put it. “

“ No, no that’s alright! It just...took me by surprise, that’s all. “

You will yourself to muster up a reassuring smile, though the subtle quivering at the ends of your lips didn’t exactly make it very convincing.

Despite noticing this, his lips pursed together in an emphasized tightness and he nods, continuing the process. But this time around he’s more gentle with his movements, soft and cautious, so as to make it as painless as possible. His brows furrowed together in deep concentration, one almost comparable to the kind which he lost himself so many times in, whilst analyzing videos of volleyball games with that unmatched meticulous which you had always admired so.

Oikawa Tooru had rarely ever been one to be gentle, tender. Yet alas here he was, being as gentle with you as was humanly possible for him. It was confusing and addicting all the same. And if you thought about it enough, one could probably say that it was nothing short of a miracle, that very miracle being the cheesy, yet insatiable concept of love.

Once he finally lifts the cotton from your face, he disposes of the remains, chucking them casually into a nearby dustbin as it teeters back and forth a little with the force. He then takes out a small bandage, unfolding it with care. The precision he had acquired through volleyball was blatantly evident as he carefully spreads the sticky fabric atop your wound, effectively patching it up. A cool, almost healing, feeling hits said wound, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was purely because of the bandaid, or if it was because of the hands which placed it. His hands. Swept up completely in the dazed state he had you in, you decided on the latter.

Those same hands, which were whirling through the dreaminess of your thoughts, then cupped your face, turning your gaze towards him. A comforting, rather than cauterizing, warmth floods to your cheeks, flushing them with a vivid rose as your heart flutters vigorously with the sparks of a forming hearth. His eyes, brown as chestnuts stored away in hollowed trees, bore deeply into yours, with a sentiment you had never known. Without another thought, his lips silently press against your forehead. The top of his head rests against yours, careful not to touch the wound, neither one willing to let go of this moment.

Admittedly, you hadn’t ever quite expected Oikawa to be someone capable of such sentiment, nor had you ever thought that he would be the type of person to give up his game, and especially not for you. Sure, you were close, best friends even. But you knew better than anyone just how much he put into volleyball. He loved that game more than anything and anyone. That included you. Or at least that was what you had thought before now. It was almost shameful for you, in a way. You had always attached such a perception onto him, and sometimes it even made you envy him and his love for the sport.

Sometimes...sometimes you wished he loved you even half as much as he did volleyball.

But now...you didn’t know what changed, if something even had. Either way, you were seeing this completely different side to him which you had never even thought existed until now—a caring, altruistic Oikawa. Not the “ great king “, nor Seijoh’s number one. Just Oikawa. And though he most definitely was both of those things, he was also, apparently, selfless. Or at least as selfless as Oikawa could get. You knew how much gravity his games hold to him, so the fact that he gave it all up today just to take care of you...it truly was a shock.

His skin against yours was a salve within itself, yet it was the intrinsic tenderness in which he held you that really struck you as odd. Well, not necessarily odd, per say, but rather, different. And not in a bad way either. The absolute and utter timidness of the very gesture held something so...intimate between the two of you. It fanned the embers awakening in your heart, urging the orange specks to roar with breath. You’d only ever seen his rough, callous-littered hands hit roughly against the volleyball. It was always hit, hit, hit. When you were just little kids in elementary, you vividly remember walking by his nearby house everyday as you came home from school, only to hear the thumping of volleyballs against a wall as he practiced tirelessly to fulfill the dreams which he yearned so longingly for. Sometimes it would even stretch out into the late hours of the night. It astonished you, how one could commit so fervently to a sport.

And now here those same hands were, encasing your face within the unanticipated serenity of their touch, holding you with a rare tenderness. Tears of relief, of hope and of some other strong unknown feeling, gloss thickly over your eyes. He moves his thumb to wipe them away.

You liked this Oikawa. Sure, you loved the Oikawa who played rough and strategized with his team in such a laudable manner, but you also liked this side to him. The new, gentle side. This was an Oikawa you had never met before, and yet you already felt yourself falling in love, never to return.

And why would you?

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blackvelvetwriteson · 4 years

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐘: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏

( ~ Sero Hanta x Gender Neutral Reader Insert ~ )

GENRE: Smut || NSFW

FANDOM: Boku No Hero Academia (My Hero Academia)

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SMUT! Oral (Sero receiving; Reader-Chan giving), face fucking, mention of asphyxiation, dacryphilia, brief talks of bondage, humiliation, and slight voyeurism.

SUMMARY: Sero Hanta is your CEO of Intelligence Distribution (pretty much) and Reader-Chan (you) are his secretary. He catches you lusting after him and decides he needs to punish you for it.

Author’s Note: HEY! I tried to implement the headcanon that Sero is hispanic because it’s a very common one and one of my FAVORITE HCs for our underrated baby Sero, so I added in some spanish as well. While I’m hispanic descent, I’m not fluent in spanish so I sort of went off of translations from friends and what I learned for myself from family. Also, my device is absolute shit at picking up accent marks so if there are some tildes on some n’s and not others, I REALLY apologize! Thank you!

WORD COUNT: 3323

(Headers are mine, but the art inside of them are not! Please don’t steal or repost without credit!)

He was fairly laid back as the CEO of Business and Intelligence. Since he didn’t necessarily have a quirk that anybody’d want in battle, he still took on hero work, but his main job was climbing the top of the food chain in Intel and informational trading and that’s exactly what he did. He was the biggest name of the company both for being fairly charismatic but also being a fair leader and his hero work on the field particularly in search and rescue missions. He had a bit of a twang when he got mad, but he rarely got mad so nobody ever really heard it. There was really no doubt about it that he was attractive; he was hella attractive at that. Especially in his trademark black suit with sleek shoes that was all brought together by the golden trimmings found throughout his outfit. He had a smile that could kill, very keen dark brown eyes, his soft hair often slicked back against his head— and word around the building was that he was considering an undercut style. He also had piercings, however he only wore his outer lobe bands when he wasn’t on duty, and he was complete with a tattoo of roses that rose up his neck just a little and was a sort of bicep sleeve. There was really no doubt that he was the best, and he knew it too even if he chose to stay humble.

And him being humble- paired with his amazing good looks- is exactly what you loved about him. He was literally perfect to you. There was only one issue; he hadn’t really noticed you until recent years.

Let’s take it back for a little, shall we?

The two of you had been in the same class for awhile; since elementary school at least. You were always in his class and he watched him grow up right before your eyes. There wasn’t a time in your life that you hadn’t loved him in all honesty. The way that he was always so selfless, the way that he was intelligent, and quiet, and oh so handsome at all times. You’d been friends for a year and then you both fell off to acquaintances and then eventually your contact had diminished. You’d even went to UA together and that was the first time you’d been separated. While he got into Class 1A, you were stuck in General Studies and befriended by both Kaminari and Kirishima who often made their special appearances in the complex. It was through them that Sero rediscovered you and even when he asked for your name and it broke your heart, he bought a small bracelet the next day to sort of apologize. You often have lunch with him and the group, linger back after meetings, and even exchange short texts. You both worked on projects with each other all of the time and whenever business leave was scheduled, it was you who went with him.

That’s exactly how you worked your way into being Sero’s secretary. And you’d started to regret it.

Now, it wasn’t that he was bad to you or anything, actually it was quite the opposite. He was way too good to you, and sometimes you felt as if this was a joke or some sort of dream. You had to see that magnetic smile every single day directed at other people instead of you, you had to listen to him flirt sometimes to get his way, embracing others in those strong arms of his, sit in on presentations in which he makes eye contact with the others just a little longer than yours. You were jealous, and there’s really no denying it, and anybody that didn’t have smoke in their eyes could see it too. Even when he was just sitting there doing work you couldn’t help but to waste away your minutes, hours, days- any amount of time before you were caught- to just stare at him and muse over him.

Of course today was no different, your thighs pressed together as you nibble on your lip, your face and the tips of your ears practically on fire as you let your mind wander. You wondered how it’d feel if you were his, his meaty fingers shoved in your mouth as he pulled you closer and made you his, or if you heard him say “I love you” in that smoky tone of his, or if you were allowed so close to him that the sweet scent of his cologne overwhelmed you. You thought about what’d it’d be like to tangle your fingers with his hair and straddle his lap, grinding on top of him in his office chair, or if you unbuttoned his shirt and got to marvel at that tattoo of his. You hadn’t caught yourself whimpering as you grinded into your seat, trying to squeeze your thighs together more to get more friction, your eyes glistening as you drooled and bit at the end of your pen. He was watching, and so was Kirishima and Kaminari. The two visitors looked at each other with wide eyes and Kaminari had tried to get your attention by snapping and whistling a little, waiting until Sero was looking away to toss a pen in your direction but it was no luck. Sero’s face carried a bit of a blush to it, Kirishima and Kaminari actually worried about you and how Sero would react.

“Please touch me there,” you whisper out to your fantasy as you gripped the desk and rutted into your chair a little more, a soft squeak leaving you as you slap a hand over your mouth. Your whole body trembled as you practically came in your seat, one hand trailing over your sex from over the clothes, pressing and pulling, your eyes tearing up practically as your fantasy was about to come to a close. You whine softly and it happens finally. You cum and your back arches as you let out a soft moan into your hand, moaning out your boss’s name, setting your head down trying to bring yourself down from your high afterwards without noticing how much attraction you’d drawn to yourself as you quivered in your seat.

“Escucha, por favor,” Sero said quietly dismissing both Kirishima and Kaminari and they quickly left the area while Sero walked over to your desk and gently tapped it with his fingers. “Y/N. A word please,” he said in the most respectful of tones, his eyes though fiery were calm even despite you relieving yourself in front of guests. You look up and him and your mind’s haze instantly clear and within seconds you were on your feet, your cum running down your leg as you whine softly. His strong hand takes your wrist and he practically drags you into his office, closing the blinds and closing his door, pushing you flush into the door after it was closed. You heard his heart beating in his chest as his cool breath hit your ear, his hands on the door beside your waist as he reprimanded you, and of course you forgot entirely to tell him about Kaminari and Kirishima’s presentation that was supposed to happen in 10 odd minutes. You were too dazed to even think too hard about it as you felt Sero’s warmth against you. You looked down and then up again to meet his gaze, his stern gaze meeting your eyes, his eyebrows knit, his breath even and shallow.

“You know you’re the top worker in this… Esteemed company, right, Y/N?” He spoke softly with a sharp edge to it as his eyes narrowed out a little. “The way that I’m berating you,” he said as he looked down at your legs pressing together trying to stand upright. “This isn’t a punishment for you, is it,” he said softly as he tilted your head up, biting his lip as he shook his head a little. “Since you like to be… Humiliated.. Talked down to like this… I’ll give you a treat then, hm?” He let go of your hand and he walked over to his chair, sitting in it with a soft groan, his eyes closing as he leaned back completely. He remained like this for a few minutes before he looked over at you.

“Is my schedule cleared for the day, carino,” he asked with a sweet smile, his voice husky and low as he looked you over. As you observed, you noticed his bulge growing against his tight slacks, but he still kept that sweet innocent smile as he looked you over with a pretty glint in those dark eyes of his.

“U-Um… W-Well Ei and K-Kaminari have a p-presentation for you in about… T-Ten or so minutes,” you stutter out as you play with the fabric of your pants. He raised his eyebrow and let out a soft groan before closing his eyes again, his hands folded neatly over his stomach as he shook his head slowly.

“So you’ve known about this presentation… And you wait until 10 odd minutes beforehand to tell me about it? How unprofessional of my little secretary,” he said, a hint of mock disappointment in his voice. You looked at him wide-eyed and before you could even speak, he held his hand up and he smirked a little with a soft breathy condescending laugh. “Since you were so lusty for me at your desk just a few… Short moments ago, I reckon you won’t have an issue with praising me until your friends come in to give me their presentation,” he drawled out in that voice of his with a shudder running down his spine. As If you were in a trance, you walked over to him and were on your knees in less than a minute, his eyes opening halfway to lazily look down at you, a soft smirk carrying his lips as he gazed at you unbuckling his belt, just the sound of the metal clinking against each other making him harder. Then, your skilled fingers worked at his button and the zipper until you were gazing at your clothed prize. You watched his bulge twitch in his pants before you reached for his cock and he swiftly took your chin in his hands and looked up at you, zipping his pants up with his free hand.

“Ay corazón,” he said softly as he stroked your jawline with his thumb. “There’s no need to move so fast,” he whispered softly. “Don’t make me use my tape on you,” he said with another condescending chuckle melting in your ears. You whine quietly and nod as you gently kiss against his bulge with your hands behind your back, your teeth gently nipping at the cloth over the prize you wanted so badly. He leaned his head back and a soft moan left his lips as he spread his legs even more for you, his eyes rolling back lazily in his head. “Joder que se sienta tan bien (fuck, that feels so good),” he moaned out in a quiet whisper under his breath as he felt precum leaking from his tip as he whined quietly. “With your teeth,” he breathed out softly as his chest started to heave and fall, his eyes pressed closed. “U-Unzip my pants with your teeth,” he moaned out softly with a soft shuddery groan, one of his hands moving to your head, pressing your face against his bulge, his hips trembling as he fought back the urge not to buck his hips into your face. You continue to kiss and nibble against his bulge, practically drooling over his pants with a soft groan.

You gently make it to the zipper of his pants and the sound of your teeth hitting the metal making him shudder in his seat. You try to pull the zipper down and it slides out of your mouth and then you try again, your face pressing into his bulge making him jolt and tilt his head back, you whining quietly as the zipper slipped out of your mouth again.

“Está bien, mi amor. Lo estás haciendo muy bien (It's okay my love. You're doing just fine),” he breathed out shakily as he pet the back of your head and pulled you into him more. “Just try again,” he whispered softly. “You’re okay, there’s no rush,” he said quietly as you took the zipper in your mouth again and you wait for a moment with glassy eyes. “Wait,” he said softly. “Go slow,” he said softly as you slowly pulled the zipper down with your teeth. “That’s right, carino,” he whispered quietly as he felt his cock’s restraints loosening, one of his legs trembling a little as he ached his back some. “F-Fuck,” he whined softly as he closed his eyes and gently massaged the back of your head. “Baby,” he whined softly as you finally unzipped his pants all the way, his legs fighting being put together as he let out a low sharp breath. “No hands… Don’t use your hands,” he said softly as he moved his hand down in front of your face to pull his cock out of his slacks with a soft groan. “I gave you a little help,” he murmured quietly. “Now worship it,” he said softly as his tone grew more needy.

You did as instructed, your eyes looking up at him as he tilted his head back, your tongue taking small laps at the base of his cock. He trembled as he gently ran his hand behind your head, his hips gyrating slowly as you whine and kissed his balls. He whined and he trembled as he ran one of his hands over his collarbone and he shook his head slowly. “T-This is a m-much better I-investment of c-company t-time, carino,” he said softly as a louder moan left him, his eyes peering down at you as you took his balls in his mouth and massaged them with your tongue, his eyes fluttering and fighting to stay open as he whimpered softly. He tried not to get too loud because of the other work and activity going on in the complex.

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh my God),” he moaned out quietly as you licked and kissed your way to his tip glistening with precum, his eyes widening as you sucked his tip in your mouth, his legs trembling, his moan getting trapped in his throat as he pushed your head down on his cock. You started to gag a little and he felt your throat constricting around his cock again, his hand gripping at your hair as he forced his whole cock in your mouth, your eyes tearing up as you gagged, choked, and continued to moan around his cock, tears brimming your waterline though you tried to stop them from streaming down your cheeks.

“¡Oh Dios mío, oh Dios mío, oh Dios mío, joder, joder, joder! Chúpalo así... Dios, se siente tan bien (Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, fuck, fuck, fuck! Suck it just like that- God it feels so good),” he moaned out loudly as he bucked his hips into your face trying to edge himself, but since it’d been so long since he was able to cum, he was already close, his body practically convulsing in his office chair as he moaned out and he lost control of his body and his volume, thrusting hard into your mouth as you whine out and rest your hands on his knees, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you whine out, not too choked to where you had to tap out, but choked enough to have you wheezing and sucking down his cock nicely, your fingers coming up to massage his balls as he tried not to cum, his hand still keeping you choked on his cock as the other scratched at his arm chair his moans and choked gasps filling the room louder.

“C-Cum-“ he choked out as he shook his head. “C-Cumming! I-I’m c-cumming,” he whined out, his abs clenching as he dealt hard thrusts into your mouth, his eyes wide as tears brimmed his eyes, his cock practically balls deep in your mouth as the door swung open, Kirishima and Kaminari standing in the doorway as Sero filled your mouth with his sticky seed, his eyes finally letting those sweet tears escape as you whined around the base of his cock, gagging and choking, wheezing as he trembled in his seat, Spanish praises and curses mixing what the moans that spilled from his mouth.

“C-Chúpalo así. ¡Me estoy corriendo! ¡Me estás haciendo correrte tan jodidamente duro! ¡Oh, D-Dios mío, lo e-estás haciendo tan j-jodidamente b-bien! ¡Estoy sacudiendo el carino, c-cógeme, cógeme! E-Eres mío, toda mío… ¡Propiedad de la c-compañío! (Suck it down just like that. I'm cumming! You're making me cum so fucking hard! Oh my god you're doing so fucking good! I-I'm shaking baby fuck me, fuck me! You're mine, all mine... C-Company property!)” He whined out as your mouth was filled with his cum, his body tensing up before he let your head go and he leaned against the office chair trying to come down from his intense high, his cheeks reddened and dampened with his tears of satisfaction, some of his hair that was slicked back now in his face as it should be, his toes curled, his fingers buried into the arm of the chair, his legs trembling as he bit his lip. You slowly take his cock from your mouth and into your hands, your eyes glazed over as you stared up at your boss with absolute love and adoration in your eyes, how rough but caring he was with you, how beautiful he looked in this moment, that sexy voice of his, how pretty he looked with his cheeks tear stained just like yours. He looked down at you, his breaths hollow and shaky as he gently took your chin in his strong slender hand, his thumb stroking your cheek and jawline as he sniffed and flashed that pretty smile at you.

“Open wide,” he whispered softly as he tilted his head a little. “Let papi see how much he filled that sweet mouth of yours,” he said softly in that deep voice of his. You did as told and opened your mouth, his cum mixed with your saliva painted your mouth white, the thick serum spilling out of your mouth and down your chin. He gently stuck his fingers in your mouth, scooped out a little cum, and sucked his fingers clean with a soft hum. Your eyes widened as you watched him, Kirishima and Kaminari’s faces red, jaws dropped, and eyes bugged as they stared at the scene before them. Sero knew they were there but he didn’t care, and you tried your hardest not to look at the two to spare yourself a little bit of the humiliation that you were already feeling.

“Good job,” Sero said with a sly smirk, not caring that cum was dripping down your face and into your lap, not caring that his cock was out for them to see, his eyes glistening with mischievous thoughts, his thumb gently smearing the cum and saliva over your lips. You whine softly and grab his wrist, then he lets out a small laugh as he blushes a little and licks his lip. “A promising future in the company you hold indeed,” he said before looking at your best friends and nodding at them. “Buenas tardes (good afternoon),” he said as he let your chin go as a devious smirk played at his lips. “I heard there was a presentation for me? Why don’t we get started, hm,” He said as he looked down at you and he furrowed his eyebrows a little. “As for you, cariño…. We aren’t done yet.”

#black velvet x bnha #Reader x bnha #bnha x you #ceo au #ceo life #ceo sero #sero x reader #bnha sero #sero hanta #sero lemon #sero x you #alterate universe x bnha #hanta sero x reader #hanta x reader #sero hanta smut

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mischiefthedreamerx · 3 years

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To Be Glorious & Free

Synopsis: Lady Loki visits young (kid) Loki in a dream, he feels lost and ashamed of who he is but she has a few words of wisdom to be shared.

A/N: Just an idea, nothing that’s logical but it’s a fanfic so it doesn't have to make sense 😂 Also Ik nothing about Loki in the comics, this fic doesn't really fit in the mcu either so just take it as it is. 🤷🏻‍♂️ I kinda imagine Lady Loki as Eva Green XD

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Radiant white light blinded his vision. Young Loki placed a hand to cover over his squinted eyes. The radiance was warm and comforting. Though the feeling quickly faded when a thought entered his mind;

Was this Valhalla? At least he was grateful to have died a peaceful death in his sleep.

Loki still felt the rise and fall of his chest, the soft texture of grass between his fingers, the sound of soft winds. He pulled himself up to a sitting position, the mysterious light was the blazing sun. Loki rubbed his eyes; he was in a field. The sky was the perfect shade of blue, in fact, the whole place seemed too perfect to be real.

He studied his surroundings in hopes of finding a way out. Instead he saw a large beech tree in the distance. A darkened figure sat against it, hidden in the shade. If this was a dream, his dream, surely he'd remain safe from any potential threat. He hoped so anyway.

Loki began his walk towards the giant tree that swayed gently with the wind. The figure was shadowed by a hood that covered most of their facial features. Loki kept a few metres away to analyse this guest in his dream.

Young Loki struggled to keep his composure in order to stay calm.

The firmly built figure was dressed in some kind of green leather dress with golden armoured plates on the arms, accessorised with a black corset. The dress had a long slit on each side of the hips to reveal tight black trousers and boots underneath.

Loki felt his heart hammer in his chest.

The finely dressed female let out an amused laugh of the richest honey. The dark hood was was removed.

Waves of long black hair fell in place accompanied with piercing blue eyes painted in thin layers of black. A small horned headband rested around the forehead.

"I was expecting something more glamours than a field. But this shall do." She said, looking around at the view. Her voice spoke in confidence that demanded to be heard.

Loki attempted to swallow down his anxiety. "W-who are you?" He asked.

This..version of Loki rolled her eyes. "Don't ask questions you already know the answer to.” She patted the ground next to her underneath the tree.

"Sit. You're wasting time." She commanded. Loki obeyed silently and sat down. He felt captivated and almost jealous at this future version of himself. She began to inspect him, eyes moving up and down.

"You still have such a long way to go." Her voice sounded like Mother's, though it was lightly edged with darkness.

"Are you from the future?" He asked.

"Yes and no. I'm just one of the many version of who you'd wish to become one day." She responded. Loki pulled up his knees and wrapped his arms around them.

"Of someone I can never become." Young Loki said in small voice.

"Nonsense. You can become whoever or whatever you wish to be, you know you have the power to do so. The only thing stopping you is your own fear." Lady Loki said, she made it sound like an easy thing to overcome.

Loki felt his chest tighten. "Fear of what others may think of me." Though still so young, there were whispers of what many thought of him. A growing shadow amongst warriors.

"It's too late to fear what others may think of you, they have already decided." A hint of sadness laced her voice. "You are not responsible for how others perceive you. Show everyone you are better than them. They are the weak minded fools who follow what they have been taught, never having the courage to think for themselves."

Loki locked eyes with his female self, he could feel the confidence radiate from her.

"They are not free." He said, both of their lips mirrored a smirk.

"You are learning well. The world follows their little pathetic paths that are controlled by others. But you, us, are glorious and free." Lady Loki brushed a gentle hand along her younger self's cheek. "We make up our own rules.”

Loki closed his eyes, savouring this strange moment. These were the words he needed to hear for so long. A part of him did not wish to wake up. A brief pause of silence fell between them as Lady Loki waited for a response.

"But it's.. it's not natural to be..." Loki wasn't sure how to word this correctly

"To be both, or neither, somewhere in between." His female self shrugged. Loki nodded.

Lady Loki let out a chuckle. "Says who? There are many unnatural things in this world. Take our idiotic brother for example, " She joked. "It is only considered unnatural because others find it uncomfortable. Many tend to fear those who are different. I find being normal rather tedious."

"That is true." He mumbled to himself.

"We are not the only ones who feel this way. There's a realm that is more..progressive and accepting, a realm of those who are similar to us."

Loki turned, appearing surprised. Surprised that he was not the only one. It brought him a sense of comfort that a world so far away lived beings similar to him.

"Where is this realm?" He asked.

"On Midgard. They are only mortal, they live such short lives."

"I've heard of that realm." Though he did not know much about it. It shocked him that mortals seemed to be more accepting than those who lived far far longer.

"Believe me, it's not a very exciting place to visit. I've had my fair share of fun with them” Well she wouldn’t exactly have called it a fun time...

"If they are more accepting then I'd much rather be there anyway.." Loki sighed.

Lady Loki's eyes widened. "No." She pointed a finger at him. Loki let himself laugh at her response.

"I see they do not like you very much?" He dared to ask.

Lady Loki moved in closer and smirked. "Not quite. They just couldn't handle all of my glory." She spoke proudly, twisting a strand of long hair with her finger. Young Loki let himself freely smile.

This.. dream gave him some hope but the fear still remained strong underneath.

"Let me ask you something." She said in deep thought. Loki nodded.

"Do you believe women are weak creatures in need of protecting?" She asked.

Loki frowned. "No, of course not!" He said in dismay. He knew many strong women, his mother especially. Her magic was something to truly admire and even fear at times.

"Good. Do you believe their appearance dictates their worth?"

Loki shook his head. "No that's completely absurd!"

Lady Loki chuckled. "If only you could see the look on your face, young one.”

Loki felt slightly embarrassed. "Why ask me this?"

She let out a soft sigh. "Because it is what many people believe. It's something that has been ingrained in us since we were children, in story books, in legends, when we are young it is easy to subconsciously believe these ridiculous ideation." She tapped the side of her head. "We both believed this without even realising it.” It took a great amount of years to break away from it all, she only wished it hadn't taken so long.

“Oh and also, it’s possible to be both beautiful and strong at the same time.” She added with a wink.

This had never come to Loki's attention before, it was a lot to take in in such a short amount of time. He realised how much the idea of fear truly controlled everyone so easily, even him.

She continued; "No matter how hard you try, you'll never stop others from judging you no matter what you do, it's inevitable. You could pretend to fit in to avoid it all but that isn't who we are. Not when we were born for greatness. "

Lady Loki's prideful speech soon began to loose its confidence. "My only advice is to not strive for too much, it will only leave you disappointed."

Loki could see the hint of sorrow in those ancient eyes.

"Power is addictive." He commented, he was afraid of asking what sort of things had happened to her. Or maybe he did not wish to know at all.

With a frail smile, Lady Loki replied; "If only I knew that before it was all too late."

"It's never too late to start over." The words that left his lips sounded rather naive, though perhaps it was true in some ways. ".. are you happy?"

Happiness seemed like such a childish word.

Lady Loki tried to suppress a laugh for the sake of her younger self.

"Is anyone ever truly happy?" She responded.

A question in response to another question. Typical. Loki wasn't surprised.

"You're avoiding my question."

"It's one of our many talents." She replied, but Loki wanted an answer.

"It's my dream, I deserve answers. Skip the fancy philosophical responses for once."

Lady Loki raised an eyebrow, she should at least have the courage to be honest with her younger self, right?

She leaned back against the tree, eyes lost into the distance of the vast field, struggling to come up with a response.

"For awhile I forgot what it even meant to be happy, I was lost within myself, consumed by rage, never satisfied with what I had. Some people are just cursed to never feel satisfied and I've come to accept that as a part of my life... but now, after many years, you ask if I am happy... then yes, I am happy." She risked turning her head to meet her younger self's curious eyes.

"Liar." He whispered. Lady Loki's face tightened with anguish, a hidden fist began to clench but nevertheless, she smirked. She was unsure if it really was a lie or the truth.

"Guilty as charged." She said. "Lying may be our native tongue but we have yet to believe the lies we tell ourselves." She then began to stand up. "Looks like our time is up."

“Why so soon?” Loki stood up too. "Please don't go. I still have so many questions." Eyes pleading upwards to his older self. She was truly a beautiful sight to behold, so much power with a single look.

"All in due time. You'll find all the answer you seek soon. Don't forgot what I have told you or this would all have been for nothing." Would he even remember this dream when he woke up?

"Then can you promise me one thing before you go?" He asked. Promises weren't exactly her forte but she'd try to make an exception.

"Go on." She urged him.

Loki fiddled with his fingers. "Promise me you'll be happy one day." He said in a quiet voice, he knew how silly this sounded.

Lady Loki fought the urge to roll her eyes. "I promise." She said, though they were both not satisfied with her response but it would be enough.

Then she spoke again; "A promise for a promise then; promise me you won’t give up. Your story has only just began."

Loki nodded.

Lady Loki closed her eyes and began to fade away. He wanted to reach out to stay for awhile longer but it was no use. They shared a smile together before she had completely vanished away, a trail of glistening sparks flew up with the wind.

Sleep soon arrived to take Loki back home.

Loki drifted off and fell backwards thinking he'd fall on the grass but within an instant, his eyes opened wide as he awoke on his bed. He pulled himself up, moving his legs out to the side, feet touching the cold floor. A slow and steady sigh exhaled from his lips. He remembered.

He would not tell anyone, it would be his little secret. Though like all dreams, they are soon forgotten.

Loki got up and walked to his full length mirror, looking at his reflection. Placing a hand against the glass and holding his head up high, Loki spoke these words like a sacred prayer;

"Your story has only just began."

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A/N: As a trasguy who likes feminine clothes but is often scared to wear them, this felt really nice to write 🥺💚

#lady loki #mcu fanfiction #marvel #loki #loki fanfic #thor #the avengers #loki odinson #loki oneshot #female loki

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thedumbguywithaheart43 · 3 years

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Boomlord weird adventure

Chapter 8 what time is it?

It was early morning in the omnispace void. Boomwood had gotten to the kitchen to start brewing coffee as the footsteps of a yawning purple hair woman enter the room."morning Twilight."Twilight mearly gave him a wave before sitting down. Looked at her noticing the look on her face. To be honest she looked exhausted.'ah shit'he quickly poured a shot glass of the Cuban coffee and handed it to her. She stared at the coffee for a minute."I appreciate the gesture but I doubt this is going to do much for me."good Lord gave out a chuckle."Twilight trust me this is Cuban coffee any more than this and you'll be wired."He gave out a chuckle before Twilight downed the shot, unsurprisingly her face scrunched up. This was probably the most bitter thing she ever had."bleh! Why would you drink something so bitter!"Boomlord shrugged."honestly I only drink it for the caffeine. If it helps I think I have some orange juice in the fridge."Twilight just looked down rubbing her head . Not long after the other girls walked in each of them heading into the fridge grabbing various fruits mostly apples. Pinkie pie was the only one who grabbed something else, looks like she found the flan and was in heaven."oh my Celestia this tastes so good!"At least she wasn't breaking the fourth wall again.

2 After everyone ate they all headed to the living room again."ok girls this is it we are heading to the next world. Now before I go this mission is not meant to be dangerous however the world we're entering can be a bit chaotic so be prepared for anything."The rest of the girls nodded they likely had assumed as much from the previous conversations."so where are we going anyway"dash blurted out as boom pulled out his pen."yeah I'm with Dash partner id hate to go in blind."Aj took a step forward to make her point."we're going to a place called ooo I spent a lot of time there and it's the only place I can really say I have friends anymore...."booms voice got deep as a sorrowful look overtook his face for a minute. This was enough to make Applejack back off. Twilight in particular took a mental note of this.'guess friends are a touchy subject for him.' boom grabbed his notepad An drew another circle, in the center he wrote °adventure Time 1°as always the golden electrical ring formed with a blackened middle. Boomlord jumped into the portal and when he landed his feet were on solid ground. Solid green grassy ground. He surveyed the area around him noticing he was in a grassy clear field however the ends of what looks like old nuclear bombs stuck out overtaken by the grassy plains. The girls enter next each of them still in their same outfits however 4 of the girls had notable changes to them . Twilight and rarity each had a sword at their side. Twilight sword with a sleek and purple short sword with her cutie mark on the hilt. Rarity sword on the other hand looked as if it were made of blue crystal with a white metal hilt her cutie mark also on it. Fluttershy and rainbow Dash had also had the return of their wings which Dash took this opportunity to fly up into the air a bit doing a few loops and swirls."Hell yeah I missed this!"boom couldn't help but smile."Real fly girl up there."a few of them awkwardly smile."so where's our destination?"Twilight asked giving him a quick grin knowing that he's trying his best to make everyone feel better about being in a strange world."we're going to see princess bubblegum at the Candy Kingdom."and just like that he found himself lying on the ground being pinned by pinkie pie."DID YOU SAY CANDY KINGDOM! A KINGDOM MADE OF CANDY IS THIS PLACE PARADISE O.M.C O.M.C."Twilight practically had to pry pinky off of him ."yes the entire Kingdom from the trees to the ground is made of candy including the people."He started to brush himself off as pinky smile only widen."but please don't eat the Candy people or I will probably have to stop you"pinky reluctantly nodded.

3"rainbow do you mind taking an aerial view try to find the place that looks like it's surrounded by Pink cotton candy trees.... Well because it is surrounded by Pink cotton candy trees."boom called out before stopping looking at the ground a large Shadow now loomed over them. It was Spike. All the ponies turn to look back in both shock and horror. Spike mostly remain the same with one slight difference... He was absolutely Giant. His whole body in total was about the size of a two sorry house and his wings could probably cover all of them with ease."oh yeah I forgot dragons are huge here but at least he still looks different from them normally they're just Giant tube dragons with big ass butts."The ponies/girls stared for a moment but in silent agreement they chose not to address it not that Spike would mind he was too busy checking himself out."oh crap I'm HUGE you guys look so small from up here!" It was the most adorable giant grin in the world. Rainbow decided now was a good time to take him to the air as she being flapping her wings disappearing above the clouds. Surveying the land below she was able to make out what looks like pink trees and a large structure that looked somewhat like a castle."guess that must be what I'm looking for."she kept looking around noticing in One direction was a rather large tree that almost looks like it had Windows in it and in the opposite direction she noticed tall mountains made entirely of ice."heh heh heh what do we have here"a voice from nowhere stated in a malicious tone from behind her. Is she turned to look behind her she saw a giant monster with a bat like face and long blue limbs with crooked nails.'OH SHIT'at this point rainbow Dash started nose diving down towards her friends with the creature in pursuit who was maliciously chuckling the entire way down. The rest of the group saw the creature and the girls had various reactions. Applejack rarity and Twilight look like they were getting ready to fight with rarity and Twilight pulling out their swords. Fluttershy and Pinky had decided to stick near Spike who is now using his wings to shield them.Then there was boom standing out in the open as dash passed him and he just smiled. Apon seeing him the creature stopped a look of surprise on our face."hey Marceline it's been a while"the creature began to shrink taking on a human form she had pale white skin and incredibly long black hair which reached down to her feet a simple jacket and jeans and her ,guitar-axe strapef to her back and a nice big floopy hat which covered her in a shroud of darkness. She give out a wide smile revealing her fangs before wrapping her arms around boom giving him a hug."holy glob dude!your back it's been like 4 months!"he returned the embrace from his old friend as the rest of the girls started to calm down noticing that whatever that thing was it seemed friendly at least now it did."oh that's right."he turned to the girls and dragon."everyone this is my old friend Marceline... The vampire queen"a few of the girls jaw started to drop."your freinds with a literal blood sucking vampire?"Marceline shrugged at Twilight comment."actually it's just the color I'm after."Marceline started floating on her back around them."so boom what brings you and your new friends back to ooo."Boomlord got quiet."I found it Marcy.... I found the Rose fire and they're here because Twilight here"pointing at the slightly flustered purple pony girl."is the key to everything."Marceline stopped moving for a moment the words settling in her mind."oh we need to get to the Candy Kingdom right away then."then without word Marceline started floating off towards the direction of the Kingdom and boom followed along with the girls and the giant dragon...... Yeah that might be a problem.

4 After a few hours of walking they all managed to reach the candy kingdom with Spike deciding to hide in the trees to avoid unwanted attention. Pinkie pie look like she was about to go crazy or more crazy."o.m.c so m-much candy!"she was practically foaming at the mouth."look pinky just eat the sidewalk or something just please don't start eating random people I don't want to deal with any drama today especially because we need the princess's help."the pony started walking forward into the rather nice town and to boomlord credit every building and every person was made of candy, And many candies citizens passed by. Mr cupcake crunchy punch bowl guy."wow this is actually really fascinating I can't help but wonder what they're DNA is like how do candy people procreate do they need to breathe or eat its quite fascinating"Twilight then begin rambling about a whole bunch of science jargon that boom did not know but he found himself listening to every word she spoke it wasn't until arsenaline tapped his shoulder that he snapped out of his trance."I see you found a real good friend~"she whispered in a teasing tone."w-what no she's just um cool you know for someone who was a horse the other day."Marceline rolled her eyes."horse or not you always did have a thing for a Smart ones~."boom felt his blood pump. "Oh you're one to talk."Marceline then backed off she knew how far she could go before boom would made her regret it. After a while of walking the group then found themselves at the castle as a pink cared and pink skinned princess in a long pink dress noticed them."oh my! Boom you have returned and with.. many female companions huh"princess bubblegum gave a smirk."oh don't you start now too!" Boom was probably going to say more before pb gave him a warm hug."so I assume this has to do with the rose fire."bubblegum look down at him and while she kept a smile her face was full of worry."yeah Twilight here um it's kind of a long story."bubblegum nodded."it always is."about an hour had passed after this meeting and boom had explained to Marceline and bubblegum how we came to meet the girls and discover the fire leaving out the parts where he burned himself or threw a skillet at Twilight."interesting I'll probably have to run a few scans on Twilight then with her permission."Twilight nodded."good we'll start by using the rejuvenation tank to monitor your body and vitals while I conduct a few scans"boom notice that she was pointing to the large tank filled with water and knew that this meant that Twilight was going to have to strip down which he then took his cue to leave. "I'll be back soon gonna check on stuff."and before anyone could say anything he left the room.

(oh and before I forget I'll be opening asks for boomlord and Friends so if they appear in the story feel free to ask them a question ask box is officially open)

#mlp fandom #adventure time #fanfic #writing #pinkie pie #twilight sparkle #applejack #rainbow dash #fluttershy #comedy #slightly saucy

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iwriteforthetincanman · 4 years

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Mandoctober Day 14: Helmet

A/N: brought to you by angst, depression, a small hot chocolate, the tense feeling in my shoulders as I’m typing this and of course the source of almost all of my writing: the mixture of insomnia and a f**ked up sleep schedule.

p.s. I am trying to take care of myself, October is just a tough time of the year for me and Mandoctober is helping me cope. I refuse to give up any possibly writings/drawings at this point.

Also this is loosely based off of headcannons from @dindjarindiaries blog and this is for @leo-moon ‘s Mandoctober!

TW: mentions of abuse (both descriptive, non-descriptive, mental, emotional and physical but only for a two, three paragraphs) Refusal to eat or sleep (Din refuses to do these things for two seconds and Reader isn’t granted them) minor character death, themes of slavery (NOT RACE SPECIFIED) (not a trigger warning) pronouns of a gender neutral partner and of course, lastly, hurt/comfort and fluff. (Also personally because I wrote this and I can shout it into the void, I’m gender fluid with she/her pronouns so I’d like to imagine reader is too, BUT THAT’S JUST ME SO IMAGINE THIS HOWEVER YOU WANT, once again requests are open for any sexuality/gender, as long as you give me brief description of what you want, nothing NSFW)

Time. Aboard the Razor Crest with no specific moon, sun or stars to guide you, time easily became irrelevant. What you learned very quickly was that with this discovery, you realized Din knew that too.

Or it had gotten to a point where he learnt it a long time ago and just...forgot all about it.

Sometimes he would just sit there in the pilot’s seat, without even doing anything and he would just stare into oblivion. You wondered if his eyesight was okay. Now that you think about it...when was the last time he ate something? Does he ever take that helmet off?

“Din? Are you okay?” For a moment you thought he might be asleep.

“Sorry...did you say something?” Okay, now you knew he at least needed some sleep.

“Come on tin can. You need some brain food and maybe even an ‘extended nap’.” You joked.

“Isn’t that just called sleeping?” You couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not...or if that helmet was squeezing his brain too.

“Come on!” Grabbing his hand unexpectedly, Din flinched a little before you dragged him to his feet.

“I-I can’t.” This admission had you stopping in your tracks as you reached the hull.

“Is...everything okay?” You were concerned before but now you were starting to think he was hiding a wound from you. He’s done it before. Waiting until you were asleep to tend to it so you wouldn’t worry. Little did he know you had been wide awake with worry for a while and could hear him hurting himself with that blasted cauterizer.

It was understandable that as a Mandalorian medical supplies weren’t cheap. Even with all the bounties Din brought in, currency rates were going up around the universe. It was difficult to keep up with. Which is why you never broached the subject with him.

It wasn’t your place to pry.

Not with him anyway...he was silent, reserved, it was like he didn’t trust you. Yet you of all people understood that, you understood that it took you a long time to trust him. Like really trust him with your life...rather than just your role to him as the child’s ‘caretaker’.

It blind sided you when you realized how deeply you cared for him...Mando.

Gods, you didn’t even know his own name.

“My creed. I can’t...eat in front of other people.” This was a touchy subject. You knew that. But you underestimated how stressed out he really was. He wasn’t wounded...he was just bone tired.

“Well, I can make some food-”

“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? I DON’T NEED YOUR HELP!”

“...ok.”

He hadn’t seethed the words out from his teeth as loud as you had heard them.

But...the look on your face as your eyes met the floor, undoubtedly filling with tears.

It cut Din deeper than any vibroblade could.

---

“I don’t know what to do Ad’ika. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t dream without thinking of her. And now...now I’ve gone and done the worst thing I could ever do to her...I hurt her without even touching her.”

The sigh was small before it reached a crescendo out of his lungs, erupting out of his head like it was a volcano. That was what it felt like to breath again. When he was alone Mando had the freedom to take his helmet off on the Crest as much as he wanted. As long as he was in space, his privacy was unlimited.

But that all changed when he met the child and then eventually...you.

“I just wish...I knew more about her. Knew her likes and dislikes. Knew what her favorite food was. What makes her laugh...her favorite kind of music…I’ve gone and ruined everything haven’t I? Not just for me but for you too. I can’t just let her go...and if she does leave I can’t just hire someone new. She’s...really burrowed her way into my heart, little one.”

Din’s soliloquy fell into the little creature’s ears like a fly trap. The child knew his father was hurting, he could feel it, not just in the force but in his tiny little heart. It was the kind of hurt he couldn’t fix with his own hands...he had to find another way. He had to make his buir feel whole again.

Determined, the little creature climbed onto his father’s chest as his breathing started to relax.

“Ad’ika, I’m not in the mood for games right now…” The dark circles under Din’s eyes became more and more pronounced as the hours dragged on. The good thing about being a father now meant that he had someone to talk to at any time if the baby was also struggling to sleep.

Din never thought he would become a father. He thought a lot of things wouldn’t happen before he died a warrior’s death. He definitely thought he wasn’t going to fall in love too...but that happened before he could even think about it.

Multiple chirps and coos echoed from the child’s lips as Din continued to massage his temples.

“Ad’ika did you not hear me?”

Opening his eyes, Din found himself utterly and completely alone.

“Ad’ika!” Startling upwards, he launched himself onto his bear feet as he searched the dark air around him for either you or the child.

“Y/N!” Screaming your name into the void he began to run, not caring about his bare feet, his sleep wear or the fact his helmet was completely missing.

A fact that had not gone unnoticed by the child.

---

Abruptly, Din was launched into the scorching blazes of a desert sun.

The sand hurt as he fell down the dune he wasn’t gonna lie.

But in some weird, twisted way, it felt good to feel the sand under his skin.

“Girl! You get back here! Wretched creature!!” The sudden yelling came from a small village not too far away from where Din stood. Flinching, he hid behind the sand. He felt naked without the beskar. It was almost embarrassing how scared he was right now.

Peering over the sandy hill, he saw a young child with Y/H/C hair, rosy cheeks and bare feet run straight towards him. Not considering the strange events that had occurred before this, Din, although he’d never admit it, attempted to run away from her. Except, when she caught up to him, she ran right through him.

Din couldn’t decide whether this was some wicked form of a dream or that he had died and was now wandering the nearest planet.

Oh Maker, what if he was dead? There was no way you could pilot the Crest on your own...and what about Ad’ika.

That was when he heard it, the baby cooing in his head.

“Ad’ika?”

That’s when it clicked. He wasn’t in some hellish figment of his imagination or dead…the child had used his powers to do this since he wasn’t wearing his helmet. But then again...where the hell was he?

“Y/N! YOU UGLY THING! IF YOU DON’T GET BACK HERE I WILL THROTTLE YOU!”

Whipping around to face you, all Din was met with was the familiar sight of you hunched over yourself, right near his feet. Crying. This had happened before but…not like this.

Was this...one of your memories?

Oh no...Din was in your head. Somehow, the baby had managed it.

“I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK THERE! AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!” Din turned back to face the furious woman, she looked like a cursed school teacher, her hair flying all over the place. But what stood out to him were the nail marks on her cheek.

He couldn’t picture it but somehow this woman had distressed you so much you had decided to hit her. The next thing that happened confirmed it…

SLAP!

“YOU EVER HIT ME LIKE THAT AGAIN GIRL I WON’T BE AS CONSIDERATE TO KEEP YOU!”

Keep you? Oh...you weren’t a school child.

You were a slave.

That’s why when you had first met you had been so skittish, so fearful...and yet so brave.

Somehow it all made sense.

Din couldn’t help reaching out for you as your head sagged on your shoulders, a purple and pink mark blossoming across the side of your face as the evil woman clawed her hand around your wrist.

“You will make my children their supper and you will go straight into the cellar with no dinner. Do you understand me child?” She spoke with a gentle tone...yet the venom dripped from it with the force of a thousand sandcrawlers.

“...Yes Ma’am.”

Your submission startled Din. Then again, you were only a child, and if Din hadn’t been taken in by the Mandalorians at your age...who knows what could’ve happened to him. From what little he had heard about of slaves...they didn’t often make it to see their teenage years.

Yet, somehow you did.

Din couldn’t help being grateful that, from what he could see of you, those were the only things that cruel woman had done to you.

---

Stumbling into a new landscape, Din shook his head in an attempt to gain his bearings.

“Look Y/N, it’ll be a quick job, all you have to do is listen to what I say and we’ll be gone as soon as you can say ‘bantha fodder’.”

This was a new voice. A teenager from what Din could guess. They spoke in a kind tone but at the sound of the way they said your name he couldn’t help the feeling of jealousy welling up in him.

Shaking his head once again, he looking around the jungle planet to spot you and this person.

“Iarren...I don’t know about this. I know we’ve done stuff like this before but we’re not resistance fighters. Those are imperial troops. What if...what if one of us doesn’t come back from this?”

A much older version of you appeared like a vision from behind the leaves. You were much older now, Din could only guess that you had only just recently come of age. You had grown into your features well. He could see more of the fierce woman he had come to know.

“Babe, you worry too much. Imps are stupid, plus what we are after is right next to the door practically. If you’re so concerned you can cover me from here and I’ll be right back to kiss your worries away...alright?” Din could tell just by the way you shared a glance that you were absolutely taken with this person.

In a way Din respected them...but in the back of his mind he knew there was a reason he was seeing this particular memory. Bracing himself, he could only watch as you shared a tender kiss with your lover. It shocked him how passionate you were with them. Gripping them like a vice as if you knew what was about to happen.

Din’s heart broke for you as he watched you sob over their corpse later that very night.

---

“Cyare?”

Din thought he had finally made it back to you just by looking upon your face. Much older now, age similar to the one when he met you. Looking around, he realized...this was that exact moment.

“Excuse me.”

Now Din knew for certain he wasn’t dreaming...there was no way he could dream about himself in this much detail. It was like having an out of body experience...in a way he was.

“Can I help you?” The first thing Din noticed about you was that you were too kind to have been on a planet as rough as Andos. Imps were everywhere nowadays and it was the one time Din had to wear a proper cloak so no one could spot him.

“I need to hire someone to help me with a child. I was wondering if you could help me find a person that is trustworthy?” Being a Mandalorian was so difficult that day. Meeting you made him realize that you were kind enough to suggest yourself, admitting that you were tired of the constant trail of dead bodies this planet had shown you. He flinched when you mentioned the blood you found leaking through your front door one morning.

He accepted your offer immediately. Offering payment for a job you had been doing for years without none.

Din had no clue he had saved you from slavery for the second time in your life.

---

Waking up in a cold sweat, Din knew this was reality.

All your memories, it felt like a dream.

That’s when he felt his son sag against his chest, heaving long tired breaths.

Din was scared he had over exerted himself.

“Ad’ika...why did you do that?”

All the child could do was reach for his father’s face, bringing it towards his own.

“Da.” This one, simple word, brought Din’s walls crumbling to the ground as he began to cry.

“Thank you...Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum Ad’ika.”

The overwhelming joy he felt caused his thoughts about you to skyrocket. He knew he had to share this information with you.

Startling from his bed, Din shot out of his room with the sleepy child tucked against his vest clad chest.

“Y/N! Cyare come quick!”

The sound of his unmodulated voice scared you more than anything else he had said to you that night. What you didn’t expect when you opened the door was to find a complete stranger shouting your name.

“WHO ARE YOU? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH DIN?!” You practically screamed, ready to throw hands with this strange practically half naked man that had appeared before you.

That’s what you spotted the child in his arms, half asleep and staring admiringly up at the man.

“...He called me da. I...had to share that with you Cyare...I didn’t even think twice about my creed.” The watery smile he gave you was enough to convince you that the man before you was none other than Din Djarin himself.

“...just like that? You...you threw away your creed, being a Mandalorian...just so you could tell me he spoke his first word?” Din thought you were upset, in a way you were.

When he turned to find your eyes filled with the happiest of tears he had ever seen, the overwhelming urge to kiss you kept slamming into his head, bleeding through his heart.

“Cyare...Father’s always share the first word their child speaks with their Mother.”

When you began to sob, Din refused to hold himself back as he curled his fingers through your hair, cradling your son between the two of you as he tilted your head back.

As his lips brushed against yours for the first time…

You both had never felt so free.

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It's A Sad Webisode, But We Film It Anyway

(Aka, the things I write when I should be doing schoolwork...)

It was a cold, gray morning. The coldness was due mainly to the fact that Neil had left his bedroom window open the previous night, and the grayness was due to the fact that he hadn't cleaned the house in a while, leading to his walls being covered in a gray film of dust. Both those oversights were due in part to his natural aversion to housework, but also to the deep depression that was hanging over him lately, much like motes of dust. And that particular morning, his cold gray surroundings provided the perfect backdrop to his sullen morning routine.

It had been a whole week already. That was hard to believe. The sound of screams still rang in his ears sometimes when he closed his eyes, and he couldn't pass by that old house without shuddering (that much was already true beforehand, but now it was a deeper shudder, often accompanied by the prick of tears in his eyes). Worse still, he was hit with an overwhelming sadness every time his gaze landed on that urn… which happened often, because the urn was sitting right there on the kitchen table. He would have put it away somewhere where he didn't have to see it as often, but that would feel disrespectful. It was so weird to think that the little pile of dirt inside that urn had once been one of his best friends. It seemed like too small a container to fit someone so brave, so kind-hearted, so loyal. But there it was--all that was left of the true-blue American hero.

Neil heaved a weary sigh which turned into a yawn halfway through as he trudged into the kitchen. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes and pushed his bedraggled bangs out of his face, but his vision remained slightly blurry, so he took off his glasses and winced at the realization of how smudged they'd gotten. That wasn't even related to him being depressed about Kevin; he was just a mess that morning for no particular reason. But after wiping his glasses off on his pajama top and splashing some cold tap water on his face, he was all fired up for another day of wallowing in grief… just as soon as he had a nourishing bowl of stale cereal that just didn't taste as sweet these days.

As he was pouring his cereal into the bowl, though, something unusual fell out of the box--a little rectangle of shiny paper. Neil blinked, befuddled. His first thought was, did I just win a prize? He checked his cereal box for anything mentioning prizes or contests, but all he could find were nutrition fact charts. In fact, after tilting the box every which way, he finally found a line of text on the inside flap reading There are no fun prizes in here, just cereal. Eyebrows knitting together, Neil looked back at the scrap of paper tucked neatly amongst his cereal. Well, either the box was lying, or this piece of paper was something else altogether. Something like…

"It's a message from the studio!"

Neil's eyes were startlingly bright, and he had a grin to match. He was illuminated in the doorway by the rising sun behind him, which was just beginning to crest over the horizon. Did he usually get up and about so early in the morning? Moreover…

"They want us to make another webisode?" Ryan frowned as he examined the piece of paper Neil was shoving in his face. "Can we do that? I mean, you know, without…"

He trailed off, gaze dropping. Neil, naturally knowing exactly what he meant, sighed and scuffed his shoes against the porch. A moment of silence passed between them, during which they both thought of the missing member of their team. Making webisodes would be a lot different without Kevin, and probably not in a good way.

Then Neil suddenly brightened again. He stepped across the threshold into Ryan's house without an invitation--he didn't immediately object to it, so it was fine, probably--and shut the door behind him, not wanting anybody to listen in.

"Yeah, they want us to make a Greek mythology inspired webisode this time." He cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses, and read out the note he'd received:

Dear New Kids on the Rock, sorry for your loss. We will be sending in a new team member to replace James sometime in the next month. In the meantime, you need to continue making movies if you want to keep getting paid. For your next webisode, we'd like you to make an adaptation of a Greek myth.

Sincerely, Plymouth Rock Studios.

"I see…" Ryan stroked his beard, eyebrows raising. "Perhaps we could adapt the myth of Erysichthon eating himself to death, or Lycurgus of Thrace being cursed with madness and mistaking his son for a plant, or…"

"No, no, don't you get it?" Neil interjected, shaking the paper furiously in Ryan's face. "This is our chance! We can do the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, and that way--"

Ryan realized what Neil was getting at just in time for them to exclaim it in unison:

"We can get Kevin back!!"

"You go fetch the filmmaking equipment," Ryan told Neil. "I'll open a portal to the underworld."

"Alright!" Neil enthused. "Be right back!"

He scampered off, grinning wider than he had all week--which wasn't a high bar to clear, because he hadn't smiled whatsoever all week, except for in the fleeting moments when he forgot what had happened to Kevin, only for that momentary forgetfulness to come crashing down and plunge him back into misery at the sight of the urn on the table. But that was all going to change now. Heck, he may as well just throw out that dusty old urn, because he wouldn't be needing it anymore after this mission.

Somewhere far below the aboveground realm of the living, in a dark field of ash that stretched forever, a soul wandered amidst countless others. He couldn't remember who he was when he was alive. He couldn't even remember his name. And worst of all, he couldn't see a thing. In fact, the only reason he knew he was in a dark field of ash was because all the other souls kept moaning about it.

Time here didn't flow the same way it did in the living world. He could have been there for an hour or for a century. It felt like the latter. But he had no way of checking, because even if there were any clocks around in this barren field, he wouldn't be able to see them. And he couldn't hear any ticking, so probably no clocks. But hey, on the plus side, no ticking meant no pipe bombs either. At the very least, he didn't have to worry about dying a second time.

And he was definitely dead. That was the one thing about himself that he was sure of. The one scrap of memory that lingered in his mind was the sensation of a tentacle piercing through him, severing his major arteries. Although he couldn't look down at himself to be sure, it didn't feel like this hole was still there when he patted himself. But he didn't have a pulse either, so… yeah. Definitely dead.

He'd like to say it wasn't so bad, really. He had all those other souls for company, right? But all of them were a drag to talk to. Most of them could only moan and groan, and those he encountered who could actually speak were too caught up in emotional turmoil to carry on much of a conversation with. So it was just an eternity of wandering blind and aimless through a desolate field of his fellow ghosts, then. Great.

"Geez, this place is giving me the creeps," Neil muttered, trying and failing to suppress a shiver as he surveyed the barren wasteland. "It's so… ghost-y."

Ryan flicked a clump of ash out of his hair with a disgruntled huff. "I'll say. Who would have thought the land of the dead would be so dull and gloomy?"

"Yeah, our webisode isn't going to turn out very visually appealing…" Neil shrugged. "Oh, well, I guess we can edit it in post."

They lapsed back into silence then, with the only sounds being the ash crunching under their shoes and the low moaning of the pale ghostly figures that weaved here and there around them. Then, after a little more walking, Neil stopped, struck with a realization that was accompanied by a pang of dismay.

"Wait. How do we know which of these guys--" He gestured at the countless ghosts milling around them, all featureless save for the vague outlines of indistinguishable faces-- "is Kevin?"

"Oh, yeah…" Ryan turned to look back the way they'd come. Keeping the portal between worlds open was expending a lot of his energy, so he hadn't been paying much attention to all the ghosts… "Maybe we even walked past him already and didn't notice."

"W-well, he'd recognize us, wouldn't he? I mean…" Neil shook his head, unwilling to even consider the possibility that they could encounter their friend and have him not know who they were. That was the kind of thing that happened in movies when people got brainwashed, and it usually led to some kind of big fight. He didn't think he'd be able to take Kevin in a fistfight.

Ryan prodded Neil to snap him out of his troubled thoughts. "Hey, maybe you could get his attention by playing a song."

"Oh, that's right!" Neil held up his trusty keytar, which he'd been carrying with him the whole time. "That is how the myth goes, isn't it? Let's see…"

He ran his fingers along the keys, playing a scale. A cold wind stirred in the previously stagnant air, blowing clouds of ash around--Ryan coughed and swatted the dust away from his face--but most of the ghosts didn't seem to notice, with only a couple of them slightly raising their heads before carrying on their aimless trudging. Still, Neil was encouraged. He kept playing, eventually branching away from scales and into the basic pop song chords.

According to the myth they were adapting, that was how it was supposed to go: someone goes down into the underworld, plays a song, finds the person they came for, and then they leave. At least that was the gist of it. Neil was too eager about this mission to bother poring through any dusty old tomes of mythology beforehand. He knew the basics, and that was the important part; everything else he could just make up as he went along.

Ryan nodded, satisfied with this development. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out the video camera that he'd also been carrying with him the whole time, and started filming Neil playing his song.

"You're doing great," he called in encouragement when Neil's playing faltered. "Keep it up, and we'll lure Kevin out in no time!"

"I don't know…" Neil sighed, shoulders slumping. Looking around, he still didn't see any ghosts that looked like they might have been Kevin. "If this is where everyone goes when they die, then there must be hundreds of souls here--maybe even thousands. Do you really think we'll find him?"

"I'm sure we will," Ryan replied, but only because he knew that was what Neil wanted to hear. Truth be told, he was pretty skeptical about the prospect of them actually finding Kevin. And even if they did, he just had a bad feeling about this whole mission… he couldn't shake the feeling that there was some important factor they were forgetting.

Neil could sense Ryan's thinly-concealed pessimism, and it put a damper on his spirits, which were already pretty damp to begin with. Still, he wasn't ready to give up just yet. If nothing else, they had to complete their webisode so they could get paid. And so he straightened up, looked into the video camera, and launched into a bona-fide performance.

After an indeterminable amount of time spent trudging aimlessly around the void, music rang out through the ash-crusted air.

It was a rhythmic keytar beat, reminiscent of 80's synth pop. Surprisingly catchy. The lost soul raised his head and turned to face the direction the sound was coming from, and although he couldn't see, an image flashed through his mind. The mental image vanished before he could pin down what it was, but it left him with a sense of inner warmth--a sharp contrast to the desolate cold of the field. The music was good, then. He should go toward it.

At as brisk a pace as he could manage while maneuvering around the countless other wandering souls, he followed the source of the sound. A palpable excitement began to thrum through him as he ran. Somehow, this felt like coming home.

As he grew nearer, a voice spoke over the music--not singing, but a whisper edged with what sounded like concern.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep that portal open. Maybe we should leave."

Panic spiked through the lost soul, not unlike the phantom sensation of the tentacle piercing his body. Another mental image flashed through his mind: two men turning their backs on him and walking away.

"N-no!" he cried. "Don't leave me here!"

As soon as he spoke up, the music stopped. Disoriented by the silence, the soul staggered to a halt. If he still had a beating heart, he was sure it would be pounding frantically, and if he had lungs he'd be panting to catch his breath. As it was, he just stood still, staring sightlessly ahead and praying that he hadn't just been abandoned.

Then another voice spoke, quiet and shaky as though with disbelief.

"…Kevin?"

Well, you sure wouldn't know it was Kevin just by looking at him. He looked no different from any of the other countless translucent gray figures wandering around the field. The only notable difference was in his behaviour. Unlike all the other souls, only a few of whom displayed the slightest interest in Neil's keytar performance, this one was standing stock-still and appeared to be staring right at them.

"Is that… me?" The soul's voice was low and distorted. It didn't sound exactly like Kevin. But it didn't sound like someone completely different either. "Am I Kevin?"

Neil and Ryan exchanged an anxious look. What were they supposed to say to a question like that? After a moment, Ryan cautiously stepped toward the ghostly figure.

"I don't know… are you?"

"You…" The soul shook his head, his transparent outline of a face twisting into a pained grimace. "I know you, don't I?"

Looking at him up closer, Ryan noticed one physical difference that set this apparition apart from the others. Where all the other souls had the pale outlines of eyes, this one did not. Pulse picking up in excitement, Ryan glanced over his shoulder at Neil and waved him over.

"I think it's him."

"Really?" Neil made his way over to the soul and tried to pat it on the arm, but his hand just phased through it. "How can you tell?"

"Its eyes are missing, see?" Ryan poked his fingers through the empty part of the soul's face where eyes would normally be. "Just like what happened to Kevin."

"Oh, yeah…" Neil shuddered at the memory, which he'd spent the past week trying to put out of his mind. "Well, if it is him, then we should get him a new pair of eyes. He'll need them if we're supposed to keep making webisodes."

Throughout this exchange, the soul took in the achingly familiar sound of those two voices. He knew them, he knew he did! A series of mental images flashed through his head in quick succession, each vanishing before he could properly take them in. He clutched his head and shook it with a growl of frustration.

Then that last word stuck in his head. Webisodes… Yes, that was a familiar term. Another image flashed through his mind, and this time it lingered just long enough for him to identify it: two men--no, three men, himself included--hunched over a laptop, watching a little progress bar labeled "uploading…" tick slowly forward. He remembered drumming his fingers against the arm of the couch they were sitting on, chewing his lip, anxiously awaiting their newly made video to finish uploading to a certain website…

"H-hey, guys," he said slowly, incorporeal body trembling with the weight of the question, "What's that website called again?"

Eyes widening, Neil immediately snapped to attention, and began instinctively rattling it off.

"Http://--"

And suddenly the lost soul remembered, with the force of a tidal wave crashing over him, who he was. The three of them shouted it out together, in perfect unison.

"Hollywoodeasttv.com!!"

"Kevin," Neil gasped, tears of joy welling up in his eyes, "It really is you!"

"Yeah," he replied in a shaky voice, breaking into a grin. "It's me."

He flung his arms around Neil and Ryan, and although his ghostly form just phased right through them, he could feel their warmth, and it made him feel warm and alive as well. They stayed like that for a moment, huddled in a tearful quasi-embrace, until Ryan gasped and pulled back.

"Guys, the portal is closing. We've gotta run!"

Neil grabbed at Kevin's wrist. When that obviously failed, he got another idea. "C'mon, Kev, follow the sound of my instrument. We're gonna get you out of here."

They took off at an urgent pace, heading back the way they came. Ryan walked in front; Neil walked close behind, playing an improvised melody on his keytar; and Kevin took up the lead, only occasionally stumbling over one of the other spirits before righting his course and hurrying to catch up. When they got to the portal, it was still most of the way open, with easily enough room for them all to walk through. On the other side of that portal was the familiar interior of their clubhouse. Just a few more steps, and…

Ryan suddenly stopped walking, causing Neil to bump into him. At the sudden pause of the sound of his friends' footsteps, Kevin stopped as well. Neil prodded Ryan in the back with a puzzled frown.

"Hey, why'd you stop? We're almost out, we just have to--"

"…But that's not how the story goes."

"What?"

"We're adapting the myth of Orpheus, aren't we? He doesn't get Eurydice out of the underworld," Ryan said. Although he kept his voice level, a sharp pang of remorse squeezed at his heart as he spoke. "If we don't adapt the myth correctly, the studio won't be happy."

"Oh…" Neil gulped. "You don't think they'd fire us, do you?"

"I don't know, but we probably wouldn't get paid."

"What are you guys talking about?" Kevin asked, putting his hands on his hips. From his position a few feet behind them, he couldn't hear all of what they were saying over the groaning of the other spirits, but judging by their tones of voice, it couldn't be good.

Neil, beset by guilt at the prospect of leaving his friend behind, tried to glance over his shoulder at Kevin, but Ryan grabbed his head and twisted it back in place. If Kevin saw Neil looking at him with those plaintive puppy-dog eyes, he'd know something was up.

"Oh, nothing," Ryan said way too quickly and loudly. "Just saying how great it's going to be, you know, when all three of us are back in the world of the living…" He leaned in to whisper to Neil. "Listen, I don't like this any more than you do, but we can't take him back with us."

"But we came all this way," Neil objected. "Can't we just turn the video camera off now and edit it in post?"

"Are you talking about the video we're making this week?" Kevin interjected, walking up closer so he could hear them better. "What's it about?"

"It's, um," Neil stammered, "it's a--an inspiring sports movie?"

"Well, it's a good thing you guys came to get me, then," Kevin replied cheerfully. He slung an arm over Neil's shoulders, or performed as close an approximation to such a gesture as he could when he was still incorporeal. "What've you got so far?"

"O-oh, yeah, um… hang on, I've got it somewhere…"

Ryan tugged on Neil's sleeve and motioned toward the portal, which was now gradually growing thinner. "We should go," he reminded him in an urgent hiss.

"…Right, yeah… um…" Biting his lip, Neil gave a shaky nod of acknowledgement in Kevin's general direction without turning to face him. He couldn't bear to look him in the eyes (or lack thereof) just then. "Well, it's been nice seeing you again, Kev."

"Wait, what? You guys aren't taking me with you?"

The confusion and distress in Kevin's voice brought tears to Neil's eyes. Ryan drew in a sharp breath and held his head upright, forcing himself to retain his composure despite the crushing feeling of guilt pressing down on him. They thought back to the way they'd lost Kevin in the first place: running away from the ghoul without stopping to look back, thinking only of preserving their own lives, not realizing Kevin wasn't with them until they'd made it halfway down the block away from the manor, and by then it was too late. If they had stopped and looked back then, and seen that they were inadvertently leaving their friend behind, would they have run back to save him? Well, probably not. That ghoul was pretty scary. But they had another chance to save him now, and… well, they'd be a couple of real jerks if they left him behind again, wouldn't they?

They exchanged a glance, and the agreement passed unspoken. So maybe we won't get paid by the studio this week, Neil thought. So what? It'll be worth it as long as we've got Kevin.

"Of course we're taking you with us," Ryan said, and this time he meant it. He turned to address Kevin as he made this declaration, and Neil concurrently turned to face him as well, no longer ashamed to look him in the weird transparent eyeless face. "We came all this way to get you, didn't we?"

But as soon as they laid eyes on Kevin, a magnetic force took hold of him and yanked him backward. He yelped in surprise and tried to tug himself free, but was powerless to resist the supernatural pull. That was the very important thing they had forgotten--the reason for Orpheus's mythological failure. You weren't supposed to stop and look back at the person you were taking out of the underworld.

Realizing what was happening, Neil sprung into quick-thinking mode. "Ryan, hand me the video camera!"

"Alright, but what are you going to--?"

Neil answered that question before Ryan could finish asking it. In a fluid, decisive motion, Neil reached into the camera and pulled out the long roll of film from within. The film was instantly ruined upon exposure to the ashen air, but that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. He hastily tied the film reel into a makeshift lasso and swung it forward with all his might. Kevin just barely managed to grab ahold of it.

But the forces of the underworld wouldn't loosen their hold on Kevin that easily. He continued to be pulled backward, and holding onto the film reel lasso caused Neil to get pulled along with him. Just before the force either dragged him away or forced him to let go of the film strip, Ryan grabbed Neil around the waist. Steadier on his feet now with his friend holding him in place, Neil began reeling Kevin back towards them.

With their combined efforts, the three of them managed to break free from the pull of the underworld. As soon as Neil had pulled Kevin in close enough that it looked like they'd be able to make it, Ryan released his grip on Neil and darted through the portal. A moment later, Neil slipped through it himself…

And then Kevin stumbled through, just milliseconds before the portal closed. In a reality-defying ripple, his flesh resolidified, ghastly blue-gray transforming into skin flushed with exertion, short messy dark hair, and the slightly rumpled clothes he'd been wearing when he died. He gasped, filling up his newly reformed lungs with fresh air.

Then his legs buckled with exhaustion after such an ordeal and he fell forward. Neil and Ryan were there to catch him before he hit the ground. Kevin sobbed at the sensation of their hands grabbing hold of him--no more phasing; he could feel them, solid and tangible. And they could feel him in just the same way. Driven by the sheer ecstasy of the moment, he lifted them off the ground--prompting a yelp of surprise from Neil--and swung them around in a clumsy circle before setting them back down.

"Oh, man," Kevin half-laughed, half-cried. "I missed you guys so much."

"Aw, gee, we missed you too," Neil replied, patting Kevin on the shoulder.

"Say, you won't be needing that urn anymore, will you?" Ryan asked. "Can I keep it?"

"Of course you can. In fact, I'll throw in an extra one, on the house."

With that declaration, he clutched his friends close to his chest and made a mental vow to never die again.

"So, how are the new eyes holding up?"

Kevin blinked and experimentally rolled his eyes up and down and from side to side. His vision was about as good as he remembered, and they were staying in their sockets securely, so…

"Pretty good," he said. "Thanks again, Ryan."

"Oh, it's no trouble. I'm just glad I was finally able to put some of the eyeballs I've been collecting to good use."

Neil wandered in just then, holding up a blank check. "Well, we didn't get paid by the studio," he announced with a sigh of resignation. He flipped the check over to show them the stern note scribbled on the back. "In fact, they're saying we'll rue the day we dared to defy their orders."

It was two days after their underworld rescue mission, and aside from the aforementioned threat from the studio, everything was going great. It was safe to say that the status quo had been effectively restored, and although the lack of payment was a drag, neither Neil or Ryan regretted their decision, at least not enough to go back on it. Having Kevin with them was worth more than one week's salary. And now that they were a trio again, they'd be able to make more movies in the future, unfettered by grief.

"Let me see that." Kevin walked over and took the paper out of Neil's hands. After giving the note a cursory glance, he crumpled it up with a dismissive scoff and tossed it over his shoulder. "Ah, who needs them?" he said, voicing what the others had just been thinking. "As long as we've got each other, we'll be fine."

And it was true: going forward, they all made more of a conscious effort to look out for each other, and through this newfound devotion, they persevered. After all, mortals were only allowed one free trip to the underworld. It was a good thing they didn't waste it.

#yes the title is a hadestown reference. no i never actually saw hadestown. we exist.#anyway as you can tell i was making more of an attempt to capture the vibe of the actual series with this one #instead of veering into epic depression moments #does that mean my mental health is improving? who knows. let me know what you think #anyway. yeah :3 #hey did you know that i write stuff sometimes?

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I Want You Back (Part 7)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter was too blind to realize that you were slipping through his fingers

Word Count: 6,155

Warning: You already know

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Let me show you, girl, that I know wrong from right~

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The alarm clock on May's nightstand rang loudly, like it did every Monday morning. With a groan she had rolled over and turned it off. She pushed her comforter off of her and dragged herself out of bed and into the kitchen.

Something felt off and with a yawn she realized it was because Peter wasn't up yet, which was unusual for him because he was always up before her.

She sighed and ran a hand through her long hair before turning around on her heel and back down the hallway, towards Peter's room. She knew he'd probably want to stay home but she also knew he had missed too many days of school already, and any more would result in him not being able to graduate.

She quietly pushed open his bedroom door and stepped in. Peter looked awful as he laid in bed sleeping, and May knew he probably just fell asleep around an hour ago. It killed her to have to make him go to school when he was in such bad shape, but other than the fact that he wouldn't be allowed to graduate, staying in this environment was dangerous for him.

For the last two days Peter had been an absolute wreck. He barely got any sleep, he hadn't showered, and if it wasn't for May he wouldn't have been eating either.

After she had come back Saturday night from her friend's place upstate, she had found Peter on the couch in tears while Harry Potter played on the tv in front of him. He was wearing the same hoodie from the night before with the same pink blanket, only now he was sitting in a pile of a bunch of your other belongings too, and May realized he must've searched his room for anything that was yours. There were tissues scattered everywhere and a bunch of polaroid pictures he took of you were on the coffee table. And when she went over to the sink, she realized that he hadn't had anything to eat by the lack of dishes. The weather had reflected his mood, as it poured the entire day and night.

After that she forced him to eat a sandwich and she helped clean up the mess he made in the living room. She didn't know how long he had stayed up that night, but she was woken up throughout the night by his sobs.

And on Sunday he had stayed holed up in his bedroom, in and out of sleep. When he was up he was either looking through videos or pictures of you, while be blasted yours and his song on repeat for the entire day, (which drove May crazy).

May frowned, looking down at her nephew's sleeping face. He was still in your hoodie and still wrapped up in your blanket. His eyes had dark bags under them and were still swollen. His hair was a mess as it stood up in a dozen different directions, and May was going to have to talk him into taking a shower.

She bit her lip, and gently shook his shoulder. "Peter?" She said softly, and he groaned, blinking his eyes open. "Peter, c'mon you have school."

Peter's eyes shot wide open, now completely awake, he had been planning on staying in all day and skipping school and he thought May had figured it out. "W-what no- I can't, I wanna stay home."

"Peter." She said firmly. "You already know you can't miss any more days of school."

"Then I won't graduate- please, I just wanna stay home."

May ran a hand through her hair again. "Please Peter, I want you to get out for a little bit, you've been inside for three days now."

"But she's gonna be there." He whined.

"Guess what honey, she's gonna be there for the rest of the school year. You can't stay inside all that time either. Now get up and take a shower, you don't wanna be late." She said, yanking the blanket off of him, and swiftly leaving the room so she could get ready for the day herself.

Peter groaned, pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. Just the thought of having to see you today was making his heart pound against his ribs. But reluctantly, he pulled himself out of bed, took a half-assed shower which consisted of him crying while he sat under the shower head. After he got dressed, not nearly putting in as much effort as usual as he just put on a random t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and leaving his hair wet.

He skipped breakfast, slipped on his shoes, and pulled on his backpack. The entire morning already feeling so surreal as he got ready with slow movements not even a little prepared to face the day.

You yawned tiredly as you pulled open your locker. You had stayed up late texting Brad, and now you were ready to pass out.

After he asked you out on Friday, you explained to him that you wanted to take things slow, so as a first "date" you both decided to just hang out your place on Saturday. It was familiar but also kinda new, since the two of you knew that you were both hanging out a little bit more than friends. But to put it in simpler terms, you were dating Brad, but you were going to go slow.

Your phone vibrated and quickly checking the message, you saw it was from Brad,

"Good morning:)"

You felt your heart flutter, you always appreciated those kinds of simple gestures. You quickly sent him one back before shoving your phone into your pocket and reaching inside your locker for your history book.

You paid no mind when you suddenly felt Peter's presence beside you, you had gotten pretty used to ignoring it these past few weeks. But what you did notice, however, was the way Peter kept glancing at you as he put in his combination. And when you finally looked his way, he swung his locker open quickly hiding behind the door. But before he completely disappeared behind it you caught a glance of his face.... and to put it the way MJ would've, he looked like shit. And you started wondering if Spider-Man had found himself in some trouble last night. You also found it really strange that his hair was still damp because if there was one thing you learned about Peter Parker after all these years, it was that he always styled his hair in the morning with what some might consider too much hair gel.

You rolled your eyes.

'Whatever, it's not my problem.' You thought to yourself as you continued pulling out the rest of the books you needed for your morning classes.

Meanwhile Peter on the other hand was absolutely terrified. He was tense and he practically forgot how to breath. On the walk to school he had thought back on his Aunt's advice on "making it right," And he debated that entire time with himself if he should try. On one hand he wasn't even sure if he could even see you without crying at this point, and he knew you hated him and he really didn't want to experience what it was like to be on the recieving hand of that anymore than he already was. But on the other hand, nothing was ever going to happen if he just kept his mouth shut.

But now in the moment he was feeling emtional, impulsive, and he just really wanted to trust his aunt on the matter.

He could just barely see you through the slits in his locker door and found himself frozen, thinking over and over what he could possibly say in this moment to try and at least get the two of you back on speaking terms. His mouth fell open, and he muttered quietly. "(Y-Y/N)?" Your name felt foreign on his tongue and he hated it.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling very confused, "Um...yeah?"

Peter's mind went blank at hearing your voice, and he had no idea what to say. "I-I...I-"

You sighed in annoyance, "Are you gonna talk to me behind your locker the whole time?"

"Right..." His voice sounded small and you were really beginning to wonder what was wrong with him. But he pushed the locker door out of the way and you were both finally face to face.

Your eyes widened slightly at his appearance and to correct your thought from earlier...he looked worse than shit. But you made no comment, as you waited for him to speak.

"S-so um..." He mumbled not being able to look you in the eye, his face already a bright red. "I-I was wondering if you'd um-... c-come back and sit with us at lunch." He sounded so small and it made you feel uneasy, his attitude had done an entire 180 from the last you spoke to him.

You bit your lip, thrown off by the offer. It was nice, but with you and Brad now, you weren't very inclined to take up his offer. "I don't know.. I was planning on sitting with Brad."

Peter seemed to crumble even further, and you were wondering why he even showed up to school today. "O-oh..." he said softly, and he panicked. "It's just um- ...N-Ned misses you..." He said in an attempt to cover himself.

You gave a curt nod, "Right." You turned back to your locker and shut the door.

"Hey." You suddenly whipped around, finding Brad behind you with a large smile which you quickly mirrored, making Peter frown. He glanced at Peter quickly and raised his eyebrow in slight confusion, he had seen the strange interaction between the two of you as he walked down the hall. He looked back at you, "You ready?"

"Yeah." You glanced at Peter for a second before looking at Brad again. "Let's go." And with that the two of you started making your way to your shared history class.

Peter watched as the two of you walked past him down the hallway, before shutting his locker and leaning his forehead against it. He felt intense jealousy bubble in his stomach as he blinked back tears.

"Oh my God." Someone-- MJ hissed as she walked up next to him. "What the hell happened to you?"

"...I made a m-mistake."

MJ felt a sense of dread wash over her. "Oh don't fucking tell me..." Peter stayed silent as she put the pieces together. She scoffed. "Typical. When you have her you don't want her around, but now when she's with someone else and actually happy, now you want her?" She said with a roll of her eyes.

"..I-I love her." He practically whimpered.

She scoffed again. "Funny. I distinctly remember you going on a rant about how much you didn't love her."

Peter finally pushed himself off his locker and faced MJ. "Please don't remind me." He begged. "I know what I said and I take it back."

She shook her head. "Whatever. I saw you two talking, what did you say?"

"I invited her to sit with us at lunch again."

"And?"

"She said she was sitting with Brad." He said biting his lip.

The warning bell rang, making MJ sigh. "We'll talk about this in lunch. Right now I have to go to history and you have to go to math, so see ya later dumbass." She said before stalking past him and in the same direction you and Brad just went.

Peter trudged to his math class, feeling the tiniest bit of gratefulness upon seeing that his teacher was out for the day. And without wasting any time, Peter sat way in the back of the classroom by himself, not his usual seat but it wasn't like the sub cared.

For the most part the class was quiet, seeing as it was first period on a Monday morning and everyone was already exhausted. Some of his classmates worked on the worksheets that were left for them but the rest did their own things, either finishing up homework for another class or talking about the latest drama in school.

And Peter realized that unfortunately, the news about you and Brad spread like wildfire.

"Oh my goddd." Lindsay, one of the 'popular' girls in his grade, whined. "Did you hear about (Y/N) and Brad?" She asked her friend's with a pout.

Peter perked up at that, he had currently been sitting with his head on his arms, staring at the clock for the last twenty minutes when he overheard the conversation.

"Oh yeah!" Her one friend, Megan, exclaimed. "It was all over Brad's snapchat!"

"Wait-" Her other friend, Elizabeth, started. "What was? I haven't heard."

"Well." Lindsay said, pushing her long dirty blonde hair behind her shoulder. "Apparently Brad and (Y/N) are dating now."

"No." Elizabeth hissed. "Since when?"

Lindsay shrugged. "Dunno, but I'm pretty pissed, I've been flirting with him for the last few weeks and then this slut comes out of no where and suddenly Brad is head over heels."

Peter's nails dug into the palm of his hand painfully when she called you a "slut". But he continued to listen on.

"Aw that blows." Megan added. "I thought (Y/N) was dating someone though, Patrick? I think."

Peter rolled his eyes, he had been sharing classes with Megan for the last three years and she still had no idea who he was.

"Wait- what happened?" A new voice interjected from the opposite side of the classroom, and an immediate sense of dread upon realizing that the person who had asked the question.... was Flash.

Peter watched in horror as the girl's spoke to Flash across the classroom, so now everyone was clued in on the new drama.

"(Y/N) is dating Brad!" Elizabeth called out, her voice obnoxious and way too loud.

Flash furrowed his eyebrows, a smile beginning to grow, "(Y/N) as in Peter's (Y/N)."

However their voices faded into the background as time seemed to slow down as Flash's eyes danced across the entire room before landing on Peter. There was a glint in his eyes and shit-eating smile on his face.

"Yo!" He yelled to Peter in the back. "Parker did you know your girlfriend is dating Brad!?" Peter shrunk in his seat, the entire class's attention was on him now. Flash seemed to be pleased with Peter's reaction seeing how his grin widened. "What? You don't wanna talk about it?" He laughed.

"Leave me alone Flash." Peter's voice wavered.

"Aw, is Penis Parker gonna cry?" He mocked with another laugh, finally getting out of his seat and heading towards Peter, the whole class watching the interaction. "I mean it was about time she left you, and to leave you for someone like Brad." He whistled lowly. "You didn't actually think she was gonna stay with you forever did you?"

Peter buried his face into his arms, trying to ignore everyone's amused faces while also trying not to cry.

Flash laughed again. "You think she's gonna fall for Brad? If she fell for you I'm sure she'll fall for him in no time."

"Hold on!" Elizabeth chirped. "(Y/N) broke up with him for Brad?" She asked, confusion written all over her face. "I thought they broke up ages ago!"

Peter looked up and furrowed his eyebrows at that and Flash picked up on his confusion. "What? You didn't know?"

"W-what?" He asked.

"Practically the whole school thought you two broke up months ago." He scoffed. "I really thought it was about time she dumped your ass." Peter felt awful at the thought of the whole school picking up on his failing relationship before he did. "Ooh." Flash suddenly gasped, as a thought struck him. "Do you think they fucked?" Peter immediately tensed, and looked up at Flash's taunting smirk, knowing he struck a chord in Peter. "I'm sure you've thought about it at least. About Brad having his hands all over your girl-- hey where're you going!"

Peter grabbed his bag, standing out of his seat, and he practically ran out of the classroom, ignoring his classmates laughter, and the calls from the sub to come back.

He let the tears roll freely down his cheeks as he ran to the boy's bathroom, and suddenly he felt like he was back in middle school when he used to hide in the boy's bathroom and cry after he had been bullied. You always used to follow him even though it was the boy's bathroom and you would hold him while he cried, but you obviously weren't there to comfort him now.

He had hid in one of the bathroom stalls until the end of first period, and once the bell for his second class rang, he reluctantly left and went back to class, ignoring all the stares in the hallway from his classmates that shared his first period with him.

He moved like a zombie throughout his next three periods, he was exhausted and distracted, and there was an occasional sharp pain in his heart when you popped up in his mind over and over again. He had to ignore the obvious snickers in each class that was directed his way and he put together that the events from this morning had gone around, and he could only hope that the embarrassing news hadn't reached your ears yet.

Peter felt a slight sense of relief when the bell for lunch rang.

"Hey did you hear what happened first period."

You and Brad jumped as Jake, Brad's friend, sat himself in the seat across from you at your lunch table.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "No, what happened?"

Not too long ago, you had started to sit at Brad's old lunch table, and you supposed that his friend's were now slowly becoming your friends. And Jake was definitely the most hyper of the bunch.

"Well Ms. (L/N) it looks like your ex." He pointed his finger behind you, towards Peter's table. "Apparently isn't over you anymore."

You glanced at Brad's confused face mirroring your own. "What makes you say that?" Brad asked uneasily.

"Because during math today, everyone was talking about you and (Y/N) dating now, and Peter's in that class. So as usual Flash took it as his opportunity to torment him and he ran out of class crying."

You rolled your eyes. "Doesn't mean he's not over me. Just that Flash is a dick that knows how to push the right buttons."

Jake raised an eyebrow at you. "Then why's he crying right now?"

You furrowed your eyebrows and turned around to look back at your old lunch table, Brad doing the same. And just like Jake said, Peter was in tears, crying the way someone should only do in private.

You felt a tug on your heart, and that worried you.

You were finally moving on, you didn't need him making you feel bad for him, especially after everything he's put you through. You turned back around.

"Whatever. He deserves it." You muttered, looking down at the table.

"Hey." Brad said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Maybe we can go out for lunch instead, get away from the drama."

You nodded. "Yeah let's go." The two of you stood up, out of your seats.

"Wait." Jake stopped the two of you. "What're you gonna do about lover boy back there."

You shrugged. "There's nothing to do. And don't you think it's kinda weird that he's completely fine after the break up and all of a sudden now he's upset?"

Jake pursed his lips in thought. "Maybe.... Maybe he feels bad now after hearing about you and Brad." He narrowed his eyes, further in thought. "Maybe he realized he's still in love with y-"

"Okay!" Brad suddenly cut him off. "Enough of that, let's go." He quickly grabbed your hand and the two of you left to eat out for lunch, and you avoided Peter's gaze as you and Brad headed out hand in hand.

When Peter had first arrived in the cafeteria he didn't have much of an appetite so he didn't grab any lunch and instead, once again, buried his head into his arms on the table.

Not too long after, did he feel Ned sit down across from him. "Hey man." Ned greeted nervously. "Are you okay, you haven't returned any of my texts?"

Peter looked up, resting his chin on his arms now, Ned's eyes widening at his appearance. " 'M not okay." He groaned.

"W-what happened?" Ned asked with furrowed eyebrows, "You just ran out on Friday without telling me anything."

"It's (N/N)." He mumbled again.

Ned's face softened, picking up on how he used your nickname, something he hadn't done in a while. "...you miss her now." Ned said, putting the pieces together.

The two of them jumped when MJ plopped herself down next to Ned, and for the first time in weeks Peter was aware of how empty the seat next to him was.

"Alright." She started. "I don't normally care about other people's emotions and blah blah blah, but since this has to do with my best friend, I want you to tell me everything. So what the fuck happened?"

"I-I-I-" Peter choked, thrown off my MJ's aggressiveness.

"MJ." Ned said softly, "Maybe you should go easy on him."

She bit her lip, and sighed. "Fine... Just what happened between Friday and now, that you love her all of a sudden?" She said in the gentlest voice she could muster.

Peter sat up and sighed, staring down at the lunch table. "Brad asked her out... and she said yes." He almost whispered. "A-and I saw her k-kiss him."

She raised an eyebrow, "And what-? You have it in your head that she's still yours? She's not allowed to be happy with anyone else?"

"Noooo." Peter whined out, "I just- I realized I'm- I'm still in love with her."

"Why did you push her away then?" Ned asked.

Peter felt on the verge of tears again with that question. "...I-I don't know, I messed up. I shouldn't have ignored her... I-I thought back on it and- and she really was miserable. I wish I-I could take it all back... I just love her so much."

MJ scoffed. "Well it's a shitty time to realize that."

"Trust me... I know."

MJ shook her head in disbelief at the entire situation. "God...I'm so disappointed." She said, her voice becoming more genuine and gentle. "I��really wished you realized sooner. She loved you so much... I can't even begin to tell you how many times she's called me, in tears about you."

"R-Really?" MJ nodded and Peter felt a few tears run down his cheeks and he quickly wiped them away. "I-I heard Brad posted about her on snapchat?"

Ned frowned. "Oh yeah..."

"Do you have him on snapchat?" Peter asked.

"Y-yeah.. but I don't think it's such a good idea to look at them..." Ned trailed off.

"I don't care, give me your phone." Peter said, making Ned pull out his phone and open up the app before handing it to him.

Peter quickly tapped on Brad's snapchat.

He tapped through videos and pictures of you, in all of them you were smiling brightly and laughing. Peter felt ten times worse now. One particular video that hit home with him was a video of you with a pile of your comics (most of which Peter had given you) in front of you and you were in the middle of one of your rants and the caption read, "Nerd💕".

Ned watched with wide eyes as Peter crumbled into a sobbing mess. Shoulders shaking and tears rolling down his cheeks. Ned took a glance around seeing how Peter was drawing attention. "Um, Peter... you're kinda making a scene."

Peter dropped the phone onto the table. "I-I don't care." He cried. "I-I just want m-my (N/N) b-back."

MJ scoffed. "Why? So you can treat her like shit again." She said making Peter cry louder now.

"MJ." Ned hissed.

She shrugged. "I'm sorry. But you know I'm right." She looked at Peter. "I know I don't say it often but I do care about you, but I also care about (Y/N). And I'm sorry but it's really hard to sympathize for you after what you did to her. Quite frankly, I think you deserve this."

"I-I know I d-do....I-I hurt her." He buried his face back into his arms and Ned and MJ watched as his shoulders shook with each sob.

MJ sighed impatiently, glancing around the cafeteria seeing as people were shamelessly staring now. "Alright, stop crying. People are staring and you're an ugly crier." She mumbled.

"Maybe you just have to look on the bright side?" Ned offered.

"There is no bright side." Peter groaned into his arms. "She was it." He lifted his head up again, which proved to be a mistake, because just then he saw, you and Brad holding hands as you both left the cafeteria, and he could feel the jealousy rise in the back of his throat.

"Now I'm curious." MJ started, pulling Peter from his thoughts. "What's the bright side." She asked Ned.

"Well, I was thinking the bright side might be that she isn't over Peter."

"W-wait, what? When did she say that?" Peter asked.

"Couple of days ago, before Brad asked her out."

"Wait- Does that-" Peter's eyebrows furrowed, as the tiniest bit of hope trickled into his veins. "Does that mean I can fix it?" He asked Ned hopefully.

"I mean- maybe-"

"No." MJ cut off Ned sharply. "Absolutely not."

"But i-if she still likes me, maybe I-"

"Would screw everything even more if you tried to fix it now." MJ rolled her eyes. "She's trying to move on and she just started dating Brad, you can't fix it Peter."

He frowned. Peter couldn't see MJ's reasoning. If you just started going out with Brad but you still weren't over him then he could make up with you before anything more serious happens between you and Brad. He could fix everything, tell you how sorry he was and treat you the way he should've been treating you all along. He could go back to marathoning your favorite TV shows and movies and listening to your adorable passionate rants, and you could go back to helping him build Legos and modeling for his pictures.

"No..I can fix it." He muttered, fully convinced. "I'm gonna talk to her."

"Peter." MJ said in a warning tone. "Don't be stupid."

"I have to." Peter said with a slight urgency in his tone as he looked at MJ. "She's my girlfriend-"

"No she isn't." She snapped. "If she was, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You need to try and move on too, and maybe once the two of you are over this break up we can all go back to being friends and live happily ever after or whatever. But trust me, trying to make up with her now is only going to make things worse."

Peter fell silent. 'No.' He thought to himself. 'She's wrong.' But he kept his mouth shut and just nodded.

He knew he wasn't ready to move on, he didn't want to. And as long as you still liked him he had a chance.

He had to win you back.

After lunch you were a bit distracted for the rest of the day. You couldn't get Peter's tear stained face out of your head and it was beginning to drive you insane. You were supposed to be done with him and his drama. You were done. You had Brad now, a guy who's been nothing but kind and sweet to you, a guy who's been there to help you throughout your entire break up, and you'd be damned if you screwed up something so nice just because you were worried about your ex.

And by the time your last class of the day, which also happened to be the only class you shared with Peter, rolled around, you couldn't help but feel his lingering gaze on you the entire time and you were about ready to rip your hair out.

You kept your head turned away from him, pretending to diligently take notes for the entire period. Until Mr. Harrington had turned off the power point.

"Okay, so we'll be starting a lab tomorrow so I need you to pair up with your lab partners and complete the prediction worksheet."

Your heart plummeted. You almost forgot, since Mr. Harrington didn't do too many labs in clas, but of course, of course your lab partner was Peter.

You closed your eyes and sighed. 'This day is never gonna end is it.'

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself out of your seat, following the other students actions as they moved around the classroom to sit with their lab partners. So silently, you moved to sit with Peter, who was already sitting at the lab table with his eyes glued on you.

"H-Hi..." He stuttered, which you returned with a curt nod, settling down in your seat as Mr. Harrington handed out the worksheets, giving you an awkward smile and a thumbs up as he handed you your worksheet as he nodded in Peter's direction. You returned his awkward smile with a tight lipped one.

Peter picked up on the fact you didn't want to talk to him, so he looked down at his own worksheet, slowly beginning to answer some questions. However his eyes kept trailing off, landing on you, and observing you like it was the first time he ever saw you.

He saw how your tongue poked through your lip like it always did when you were concentrating, and he just wanted to push back the strands of hair that fell in your face. But he couldn't do that anymore. He couldn't believe, as he admired you, how he was actually able to ignore you for so long. You were absolutely gorgeous, which was something he's always thought, but he was never able to fully grasp it, and it killed him to think how sad you've been lately, to think about your beautiful face screwed up in tears made him so angry with himself.

But he could fix it.

"How was your day." He suddenly blurted out, the words rushed.

You slowly looked up at him, with furrowed eyebrows. "...What?" You asked slowly.

"I-" Peter choked up now. "Um..H-how was your day?" He asked again, unsure of himself.

'What the fuck is he on.' You thought to yourself. Rage and annoyance bubbled in the pit of your stomach. Why the fuck should he care now.

"I thought I told you not to talk to me anymore." Your words laced with annoyance. Was it mean? Yes. But you weren't in the mood to care about how he felt.

"S-Sorry." He practically squeaked, making you roll your eyes and turn back to your paper.

It stayed silent for about five minutes, before your annoyance kept on increasing as he still kept looking up at you.

You slammed your pencil down, making Peter jump and snap his head up at you. "Alright, what's your deal Parker? Why are you acting so weird."

His mouth fell open and shut a couple time. "I-I-..." He trailed off.

You raised an eyebrow. "You, what? Is there an end to that sentence?" You hated to admit it, but it finally felt nice to have the upper hand for once.

He shrank in his seat. "I wanted t-to ask.... I know you don't want me to talk to you b-but... I was just wondering if we could talk after class." His eyes were trained on the lab table, not being able to make eye contact with you.

"About what?" You asked skeptically.

"Um...a-about- about us." He muttered under his breath.

"What?" You asked, not being able to hear him.

"About u-us." He said slightly louder.

You faltered. "I really don't think that's a good idea."

"Please, it won't take long, please." He sounded desperate.

It was kind of ironic that he was the one begging to speak to you now, and as much as you had wished that you could say no, you were still weak for him. "...Fine." You agreed coldly. "But it better be quick."

His breath hitched. "Thank yo-"

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah whatever." You said cutting him off, before the two of you finished the worksheet as you waited for the bell to ring.

Admittedly you were pretty nervous as you waited, you weren't sure what he wanted to talk about but if it had to do with the two of you, you knew it wouldn't be good.

Once the bell had finally rang you ignored your pounding heart and asked. "Where did you want to talk."

"The prop room?" He asked, unsure of himself. He wasn't very sure if it was a smart idea or not. The prop room had kind of been your secret place, the two of you used to skip class sometimes to hang out in the prop room to either talk or makeout. So he definitely never thought the two of you would go in there to discuss your break up.

"Fine." You agreed, pulling out your phone to text Brad you'll be a few minutes late to your locker. You'd tell him what you were doing later.

The two of you made your way out of the classroom, Peter following behind you, feeling like he was about to pass out even though he had been rehearsing what he was going to say since lunch.

As soon as you made it to the prop room, and you were both inside you spun around to face him, arms crossed. "Speak." You said impatiently.

Peter felt put on the spot. "I...I guess I wanna start by saying I'm s-sorry." He once again avoided your gaze.

You quirked an eyebrow. "For?"

"Everything." He breathed out. "I'm sorry for ignoring you, I'm sorry for standing you up, not answering the phone, I'm sorry for accusing you of cheating, I'm sorry for how we left things-"

"Stop." You cut him off. You couldn't do this, you couldn't listen to him apologize for everything now. Not when you just started to really move on, not when you just started to date Brad. "What is it that you want Peter?" You did a good job of keeping your voice under control, which you were pretty proud of.

"W-what I want?" He asked, surprised that you cut off his apology. "I um... I guess I was kinda hoping that maybe... if I apologized and told you h-how bad I.. miss you, and that I could change, that I have changed... may- maybe you'd want to get back together...." He asked softly, voice fragile.

You could hear a pin drop in the room.

You were shocked and appalled to say the least.

You scoffed. "You're fucking with me." You laughed coldly. "How fucking dare you Parker." Peter stared at you wide eyed, not knowing what to say. "Four months Parker. Four months of me having to deal and put up with your shit and now when I'm finally happy for once is when you decide to have the brains to finally realize that our amazing relationship went to shit. Is it cause I'm with Brad now? Cause if that's the reason, Fuck you. I don't have time to deal with your jealousy, because guess what, I have a perfectly great guy that actually cares for me, waiting by my locker right now and when I go see him in a few minutes I'm gonna have to tell him that I was with my stupid fucking ex that somehow got it in his head that I'd just drop everything to be with him. Stop feeling so entitled, you pushed me away when you didn't want me around, I won't let you have me when you finally start to miss me." You panted. "I stand by what I said. Don't talk to me anymore." And with that you left the prop room, leaving Peter by himself.

Peter was frozen in his spot, completely overwhelmed. He couldn't believe he really fucked up that badly.

And once again, he spent the fourth night since he found out about you and Brad, crying.

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A/N: Yea, Peter's still kinda dumb. Only 3 parts left!!

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Day 11 | Santa Tell Me

Synopsis: You’ve always been strangely scared of Santa as a child. The thought of a stranger in heavy boots breaking into your home and rummaging through your stuff has always terrified you. And you felt that terror right now, in this instant, as you laid there with two men in bright green suits hovering over your pretend-sleeping form.

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Pairing: Vmin x Female Reader

Admin: @roses-ruby

Trigger warnings: Yandere themes, bad crack, attempted kidnapping, stalking, stupid jokes, joke about religion, swearing, bad mouthing Santa

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You really hated Christmas.

You hated everything that had to do with Christmas. All the sugary deserts, the unhealthy binging, the fake family bonding and seasonal depression longing. The freezing weather that froze your toes and pipes, the blinding red and greens, otherwise known as holiday delights. The overzealous consumerism around every corner, the empty materialism that gave everyone boners. The deforestation and self-righteousness, the ugly sweaters and proud religious mess. You hated Christmas and its warping spider’s net and all the very, merry, happy, holy, holly, jolly shit that went along with it.

It wasn’t like you ever had a good Christmas to change your mind. When you were six, every girl at school had the brand-new light up Princess Dolly sneakers for Christmas but thanks to your skinflint of a dad, you got the direct knock off; Princess Polly sneakers. Polly with a PUH. They didn’t even fucking light up. To this day you get nightmares from the bullying. At 15, you got typhoid fever before the big ski vacation and while everyone else got to go have the time of their life, you were stuck rotting at home with your weird cousin Sigil who collected the dead skins from snake sheds. And just last year, at an unbearably boring office party, your ex best friend and crush made out under the mistletoe for 15. Whole. Minutes. Last you heard of them, they were engaged.

Let’s not even start about your irrational fear of Santa Claus. Every bad Christmas could be traced back to him. You cried the first time you heard your dad describe the bearded old man. Your reaction confused the hell out of him but to you, he was the strange one. What kind of parent allows an overgrown, capitalist bear man who dresses in red and brainwashes elf and reindeer to come into their home using the chimney and spy on their kids throughout the whole year? Was he a sadist? When you were younger, you would wet the bed just thinking of him stomping around your house in the dark. Safe to say, you never left him any cookies. Now, you’re just glad you grew out of the phase of believing in such a horrid creature like Santa Claus. Finally, you could sleep happy knowing that no one would sneak into your house in the middle of the night.

So, while we’re on that topic…who exactly were the two men whispering in the dark inside your room if it’s definitely not Santa?

“We have to quickly get back before he notices we’re missing. QUICKLY, Taehyung.”

“I know, I know. Let me just untangle this rope, Jimin.”

Who the fuck were Taeyoong and Jimmy and what the fuck were they doing in your house? That’s what you were thinking as you laid on your bed pretending to be asleep, absolutely still in the complete dark. Of course, you had a break in on the night of Christmas because why the fuck not. What made you think this one year, your Christmas day would turn out okay?

You were stuck even further because you lost the window of opportunity to wake up and startle the intruders and perhaps scream for help because since the moment they snuck in (3 minutes ago) you did nothing but lay there listening to their banter like the idiot you are. Maybe you could pretend all their ‘noise’ woke you up, but then again you weren’t too fond of your acting skills.

But honestly, who were they? What did they want? Why did they keep mentioning returning before this ‘he’ found out they were gone?

As you were pondering your crisis, someone blew straight into your ear. You shot up from the bed with a scream and immediately turned on the lamp beside you. Two men in strange green tunics and stockings, pointy ears, and tall hats with a bell stare back at you with an equally horrified expression.

They were dressed up as…elves?

“See, I told you she was awake.” The one on your right, resembling a small animal, possibly the bastard who blew in your ear, chirps.

“Wow, you really do have night vision, Jiminie.” The taller one behind the edge of your bed, the one holding a rope says, while staring at you in a daze.

“Who the fuck are you both? How did you get in? What do you want?” You shout, bringing your comforter to your chest.

All they do is stare at you with lovesick eyes to which you scowl. Hold on, why were your potential murderers so hot?

“_-___,” The one on the right calls you carefully. He had round and soft features with a sharp jaw. Slender eyes and bright pink hair matching his rosy cheeks on his otherwise cute pale face. “It’s an honor to finally meet you…my name is J-Jimin.”

“I’m Taehyung.” You turn to the man with the rope. His features were extremely well proportioned and downright lethal. A devilishly handsome face, beautiful golden skin and dark brown mopy hair. He appeared and sounded like a mature sugar daddy but stared at you like a 12-year-old pervert.

You sat silent after the two men’s greetings. What were you supposed to say after intruders introduced themselves? Nice to meet you? And how did they know your name?

“…O-Okay…Jimin, Taehyung…why are you in my house.”

“We’re here to kidnap you.” Jimin smiles, his eyes turning into crescents.

“E…Excuse me?”

“Yeah! We’re here because we love you and we want you for ourselves, so we have to take you from your home.” Taehyung says, stretching the rope in his hands.

“WHAT?” You couldn’t believe your ears. Did you perhaps start hallucinating after your edible once again? Because that would explain this crazy ass dream you were having right now. Since when did you have an elf kink though?

“So you see,” Jimin begins walking to stand beside Taehyung so now they were both in front of you, “We’re Santa’s elves. We were the ones assigned to watch over you, see if you were naughty or nice.”

“Pfft, you’re very naughty~” Taehyung giggles, blushing like crazy. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“And over the years,” Jimin continues, “We came to fall in love with you to the point of obsession. So now we want to kidnap you and take you to the north pole where we three will live in a polyamorous relationship and only me and Taehyung will get to be with you.”

“We’ll fuck every day.” Taehyung chimes in proudly, earning a smack to the back of his head from Jimin who mutters ‘not yet.’

“Ahahaha, what Taehyung meant was…of course any sexual relationship would be consensual. No means no, after all.” Jimin winks awkwardly

You just sat there, mouth wide open as your brain refused to process all the information that was just presented to you. So not only were your intruders dressed up as elves, but they were also clinically insane.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“W-wait! We can prove it to you!” Jimin jumps, rushing back to your side. “When you were 10, you really wanted a MayaMaya doll collection set didn’t you? You didn’t tell your dad about it because you thought he would get you the knock off; the Papaya doll collection. It was the first and only time you were okay with Santa coming into your house, so you didn’t even set the bear trap in the fireplace like you did every year.”

He was right. What the fuck.

“W…how did you know that?”

“We saw you.” Jimin says, eyes soft and smile tender, “You were wishing so earnestly that Christmas Eve, it almost made me cry.”

“W…wait so…Santa is real?”

“Of course.” They sang in unison

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, time out.” You huff, “He’s been real this whole time, yet he’s never gotten me what I wanted for Christmas?”

“Oh, my love.” Taehyung strides up and sits on your side of the bed, taking your hand in his. “It was out of our hands…we tried to get you on the nice list, but he could sense your bad vibes…also I’m pretty sure he was salty you never left him cookies. He is sort of petty.”

“So you’re telling me that hippy bitch Claire really did deserved that large purple dollhouse more than me?”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, she hasn’t been on the nice list for a long time now…all she asks for are sex toys.” Taehyung stares off into the distance.

“How long have ya’ll been watching me?”

“We are supposed to stop once a kid doesn’t believe in Santa anymore...but we were just always rooting for you. Before we knew it, we were watching you way into adulthood...and then slowly we started falling in love with you.” Jimin blushes

“...Have ya’ll seen me-”

“Naked? No...but we really want to.” Taehyung bites his bottom lip.

“I can’t believe this…” You groan, placing a palm over your forehead.

“Hey now, Jesus didn’t die today for you to be full of despair.” The taller elf rubs your hand with his thumb

“No, you idiot. He was born today…I think.” Jimin tsks

“Oh…well the point still stands. Don’t be sad my love. We never want you to have a bad Christmas again.”

“Anyway, we should hurry before Santa notices we abandoned him. That ass-kisser Jin also tagged along so we don’t have to worry too much about our portion of the presents since he would love to show off how competent he is to Santa all by himself. We can just say we ran a bit late because some kid almost woke up.” Jimin tells Taehyung to which he nods, getting his rope ready.

Oh right, this was a kidnapping. You forgot.

“___, just stay perfectly still and we’ll easily load you into the bottom of Santa’s gift sack. That thing is huge, no one will notice but us.”

“Guys, wait.” You say to which they freeze. “Let me think about this.”

They look at you with pleading puppy dog eyes and you start to contemplate it. Should you go with the two elves that barged into your house and tried to kidnap you and possibly turn you into a sex slave?

…

What were the pros and cons?

If you go to the North Pole, you’d basically be stuck with everything you hate about Christmas all year round. But could it be that bad seeing how smoking these two elves were? They could easily keep you warm. Were all elves this hot? Wait…could Santa possibly be hot? Your mouth watered thinking about it. Is this an enemies to lovers AU after all?

Whatever it was, it was interesting and more importantly you had a lot of unfinished business with the man in red. You could see it now, forming a mutiny with all the elves. Killing Claus and taking over his empire. Then it would be you who rules Christmas and boy, do you have a few changes you wanted to make like the beginning of this story states. Finally, all your wishes will come true. This time you WILL get the light up Princess Dolly sneakers and MayaMaya doll collection set.

And so, with a sinister plot forming in your head, you smile at the two eager elves in front of you.

“Alright boys, let’s go.”

Maybe this Christmas won’t be so bad after all.

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Rhys’s heart clenched as he entered the living area of their small, studio apartment. Countless sketches littered the floor, accompanied by an ungodly amount of pencils, charcoals, and pens. He knew something bad had happened when his eyes snagged on the tub of caramel ice cream in the garbage bin. And instantly knew what had happened: critique day.

Stepping around the coat rack which obscured his view of the rest of the room, he found Feyre half-crouched on a tarp, sketching on a canvas, that hoodie she had stolen from him after their first date, which was so covered in paint that you couldn’t see the logo, draping over her thin frame.

He cleared his throat loudly, raising an eyebrow at the mess surrounding her. “Busy, aren’t we?” Teasing, always teasing.

Feyre flushed a bright red, having jumped slightly when he cleared his throat. “I’m so sorry, I have a big project coming up, but I’ll clean everything, I swear.” her hair was up in a messy, messy bun, held in place by a paintbrush, which was dripping blue paint into her hair.

He grinned softly, carefully making his way to their bed, and dropping his backpack. “No, don’t worry about it. You don’t freak out when I make a mess with all my papers. This is nothing.”

She gave him a grateful smile, and went back to glaring at her artwork.

He knew better than to interrupt her by trying to make conversation; she would be nice, would humor him, but would likely be counting the seconds until she could shrug, and return to her canvas.

Rhys propped himself up, content to ignore his work in favor of watching her work. She was magnificent, truly. He would never understand how she managed to take a pencil and paper, and turn it into such an incredible thing.

Hell, he didn’t understand why she loved art so much, only knowing that it made her happy, and he really didn’t care about the why. Knowing that those small, wooden brushes brought her so much joy was more than enough to banish any lack of understanding on his part.

Sighing, he relegated himself to working on his essay, which was due in a few weeks, and dragged his attention from the girl who had captured his heart.

They were nearly in the home stretch, graduation only a few short months away. And he couldn’t believe it. That cold, rainy night he had spotted her across the room at Rita’s had been nearly four years ago, and yet it all passed by in a flash. So much had changed, that he didn’t believe it some days. They had gone from semi-strangers, to two people who would one day get married.

Marriage. It was a topic they discussed often, and shared the same opinions on. They both wanted to marry, though they knew they were way too broke. But one day. One day, when they had enough money, and weren’t living practically paycheck to paycheck, he was going to get down on one knee, and ask her to be his wife.

Hours later, the sun had set and he at last looked up from his laptop to find that Feyre had barely moved, still in that strange crouch. His heart gave a warm tug, and he had to fight the urge to go over and wrap his arm around her.

Again, he cleared his throat, artfully dodging countless paintings and sketches on the floor, as Feyre had a system he didn’t want to disturb. “Darling, what would you like for dinner?” He called, rummaging through the kitchen cabinets.

“No thanks!” She replied after a few moments. “I have to work on this.”

Rhys frowned, sticking his head out into the main room.

She glanced up, giving him an apologetic smile.

And again, his heart tugged at the sight. She had ink smudged across her cheekbone. And Rhys couldn’t stop himself from making his way to her, kneeling down, and pressing a kiss to her lips. “Alright,” He murmured, thumb wiping away that ink, “just don’t work yourself too hard, alright?”

Feyre nodded, giving him a chaste kiss, and humming to herself.

Sighing to himself, he made his way back to the kitchen, and made a dinner of champions: scrambled eggs. He made sure to make more than necessary, before heaping them all onto a plate, and plopping down near his girlfriend, content to watch her work.

She glanced up, eyes lingering on his plate. She licked her lips, and glared half-heartedly at him. “I know what you’re doing,” She hissed, slowly migrating towards him, “and it’s not going to work.”

Hiding his smirk behind a mouthful of eggs, he replied, “Am noff doon amyfin. Promith.”

Feyre scoffed, taking the second fork he had hidden under the plate, and began helping herself to his food.

She wound up finishing most of it, but he didn’t care, only kissed her forehead, and began preparing to take a shower, then go to bed. As he scrubbed himself clean, he took far less time than normal, eager to hold her as he fell asleep.

When Rhys returned, hair damp and clad in only boxers and an old t-shirt, he was disappointed to find Feyre exactly as he had left her, crouched over that canvas.

But he simply slid under the covers of their bed, and watched her sketch and paint until his eyelids grew heavy, and he succumbed to the warm grip of sleep.

*****

He awoke to bright sunlight streaming in through the blinds, letting out an undignified groan. Rolling onto his side, he threw out an arm to seek out his love. It hit nothing but cool sheets.

Eyes remaining closed, he groped around the bed, trying to find her.

Then his hand smacked into something cold, and wet.

He groaned, still half-asleep, assuming that something had been spilled on the bed, and raked his fingers through his hair, and rubbed at his face to wake himself up.

When he opened his eyes, it took every ounce of strength to resist swearing ferociously. His hands were covered in blue and yellow paint, courtesy of the pallet resting on the edge of the bed.

Rhys shook his head, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his voice. “Hey, Archeron, can you come here?” he called. The bathroom door creaked open, and she tiptoed out. Clad in leggings and a tattered blue shirt, he nearly forgot what he was going to say. At last, coherent thoughts return, as Feyre lets out a horrified gasp.

“Oh gods, I am so sorry!” She said, hands coming up to cover her mouth. “I-I didn’t think you were going to wake up, and I didn’t have room to put it w-”

Sighing, he held up a hand. “Don’t worry, alright? Just, please, can we agree that there’s no more paint in bed?”

She nodded, turning towards where she had left her backpack the day before. “Alright. I’ll clean up after class, I promise. But I’ve got to go, okay? Love you.” With that she was slipping out of their apartment.

Rhys groaned, but slipped out of bed. He was fully aware that she would most likely forget to clean once her classes ended. After a long shower, spent mainly trying to scrub the paint from himself, he slipped off to his first class.

Already, he was planning what he could bring Feyre for dinner. He knew she was busy, and likely would be for at least the next week. But that didn’t mean that he couldn’t bring her some foods that he knew she liked.

*****

He returned to their apartment long after dark, to find her in that strange crouching position. Carrying a bag of takeout chinese food, he held it up victoriously. “I have returned!” He cheered.

Feyre didn’t even glance up, only giving a small wave.

His smile vanished. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Again, she didn’t look up. “I’m busy, Rhys.” She almost snapped.

Something within him crunched, but he forced his feelings down. This was Feyre, and she loved him. Rhys knew she wasn’t trying to hurt him, she was just busy. He sighed, but made his way to the kitchen, to dish himself up some food.

He muddled around slowly, making a large mug of peppermint tea, which he knew to be his girlfriend’s favorite. When he brought it out to her, she simply waved it off, muttering something about being busy, and having to work on her painting.

And again, he made his way back into the kitchen, sitting at the table and slowly eating the plate full of delicious food. Rhys didn’t taste anything other than dirt. His eyes lingered on her, watching as she moved back and forth over that damn canvas.

He loved her, so much that it hurt.

And he wanted her to be happy. More than anything.

Painting made her happy, and so he supported her endeavor to become an artist. He knew that came with many big projects that were very, very important. He also knew that she was a perfectionist, and sometimes became too involved in her work; to the point where she would forget to eat or sleep for days on end.

He was worried that she was falling into that pit, becoming too absorbed in her art. That was why he decided to test her.

So he stood from the table, and prepared a large glass of ice water, before carrying it out to her. “Feyre,” he said, holding out the glass to her, “I brought you some water.”

“No thanks.” She replied, not looking up at him. “I’m busy, Rhys. I really, really have to work on this.”

He slowly knelt down beside her, careful to not disturb the canvas. “I know you do, and I understand that. All I’m asking is that you take a break to drink some water.”

She huffed, glaring at him. “I said I’m busy. Please, just let me work on this!”

He held her gaze unflinchingly. “I have known you for almost four years, Feyre Archeron.” He said, daring her to huff again. “And I have hardly ever asked you for anything, now have I?” When she opened her mouth to object, Rhys gave her a stern glare. “I have never seriously asked you for anything. Have I?”

Feyre shook her head slowly.

“All I’m asking you to do is to please just take a drink of water. Please, darling. I’m worried about you.”

“I’m fine!” She insisted, rolling her eyes. “I’m just busy, Rhysand.”

“Too busy to stop for water?”

“YES!” She snapped, making to return to her work.

He stopped her with a hand on her chin, turning her head back towards him. “Then you’re not fine.” He said, daring her to disagree. “I understand that you’re busy, love. I do, I know. But this isn’t healthy.”

Eyelids drooping in defeat, she reached for the glass, and took a long sip. “Alright.” She murmured, moving towards him. “Maybe I’ve been a bit hard on myself…”

Arms moving to scoop her up, Rhys chuckled as he carried her over to their bed. “Maybe just a little.” He tucked her in gently, and quickly pulled up Netflix on his laptop, setting it in the middle of the bed. “Now, I’m going to get the takeout, and we’re going to spend tonight in bed, relaxing.”

She looked up, alarmed. “Rhys, my project-”

He smiled warmly down at her. “I went to talk to Mrs. Ressina today. She said that this is an extra credit project, and that it isn’t due for almost a month.” Again, Feyre looked like she wanted to protest. “Darling, I’m no artist, but I know that you can take one evening off.”

Feyre huffed, but didn’t disagree.

He took that as a good sign, and went to fetch their dinner, which was mercifully still warm, along with her tea.

When he returned, she was sound asleep, The Princess Bride playing quietly from his laptop. Rhys smiled softly, setting her tea on the bedside table, then putting the food back in the fridge. He gently changed her out of her paint-stained clothes, into a pair of his sweats and t-shirts, and cleaned her face, before crawling in next to her, and drawing her to rest against his chest.

Immediately, she moved to snuggle closer, and he smiled softly.

With one hand, he typed out a few emails on his phone to their professors, explaining that they both had wicked colds, and would not be able to attend class the next day.

Professor Ressina replied within minutes, her email pulling a dry chuckle from his lips. You seemed very ill today, almost bedridden. Make sure to drink plenty of fluids, and let Feyre know she is excused from the rest of the week. Have fun, kids.

He placed his phone on the headboard, and pulled Feyre closer, drifting slowly off to sleep.

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harveywritings92 · 4 years

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Modern AU:40yr old! Jacob x Accidental Wife! Reader PT. 1

Jacob is the founder and CEO to Rook security Inc. He finds out his fiancee has cheated on him and ran off with the guy, while Y/n's just been ditched at the alter by her fiancee who ran off with her best friend. She ends up at the same bar wallowing in their sorrow, they noticed each other sitting alone and started talking and drinking lots and lots of drinking till they blackout! the next morning the two wake up in a hotel room still clothed thankfully but married?! apparently in their drunken stupor they somehow found their way to a five minute wedding chapel, and thought what the hell? she's already in a dress and got rings! let's go for it! instead of annulling the marriage the two decided to give it a chance and get to know each other.

Also note: Jacob is about 38 at the beginning of the story and reader is 26. so like a 12 year age difference between them.

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24 hrs After being ditched by their receptive partners

Y/n had already moved in with Jacob mainly because the day after their... unorthodox union, Jacob went to drop her off at her home only to find, her ex-fiancee had Ex-BF move in and changed the locks and thrown her stuff on the curb, the y/hc woman didn't know what to do! she knows her parents were out of the question, they'd just mock and belittle Y/n for being a failure and not "perfect" like her older siblings...and her siblings were also out! they had their kids and wouldn't be able to put her up for couple weeks until she found an apartment!..

So, Y/n was lost! maybe her boss can let her sleep in the office? Next thing she knew Jacob was picking through her stuff, Asking her what was hers and what was a gift from her ex and former friend and tossing them, he helped load them on to his truck, and telling her to get in after a silent car ride.

He brought her to a very expensive apartment complex brought her to his apartment he showed her around the place of course she was still in daze about everything she was hardly listening, He showed her where her room was his ex's yoga studio...of course she was using it for more then just yoga, as he found out! He told her they can go find her a bed and furniture tomorrow, so for now just use his room or sleep on the couch he's not using either right now...

"Now if you'll excuse me dear, I've got to go make a few calls." and with that her new husband was already gone before she could even ask him important shit...like if she wants to go out, how's she supposed to get back in?! instead she just opted to get change out of this damn dress! luckily the little clasp at the back broke and Y/n managed to unzip it half-way wiggled out of it.

She checked through her things, luckily they didn't do anything to her clothes... the sound of the door opening caused Y/n to freeze as Jacob's voice filled her ears.

"Oh, I forgot the code for the...door..." His words died off when he saw Y/n in nothing but black panties the two awkwardly stared at each other before the y/hc woman hugged a t-shirt to her chest and snapped at him to get out! the British man's face turned red and he stuttered out an apology before slamming the door. a few seconds later as Y/n was pulling pajama pants on she saw a piece of paper slide under the door she picked it up.

[front door guest code:8464, Apt. door guest code: 10634, temporary until you get a key. -J.F.] Y/n bit her lip and cautiously peeked outside to see if it was safe? and sighed Mr. Frye was gone, barely two minutes in and he's already seen her naked... How embarrassing. the y/wt woman surveyed the apartment and was appalled at the mess laying around! clothes, rancid take-out, dirty dishes, shopping bags! just left laying on the floor collecting god knows what for how long?!

Y/n got to work looking around the apartment for cleaning supplies, She was stunned find them brand new and never opened, "Jesus.." she said in disbelief then looked up a photo of Jacob with a model looking bottle blond, smiling like she'd won the lottery. "tsk, ever heard of a mop, or cleaning service..." She hissed at the woman's face while resisting the urge to print out the 'Damn bitch u live like this? ' meme, and tape it to Jacob's door of course he was an older guy... so, there's a possibility that he wouldn't know what it meant and would take it as an insult...Then a thought occurred to the y/nat as she stopped sweeping her head slowly turned towards Jacob's bedroom with morbid curiosity she thought *...if this is what his living room is like, then what does the bedroom?*

She leaned the broom against the kitchen isle and nervously made her way to Mr. Frye's door she swallowed and opened the door and peeked inside the color drained from her face as she slammed it shut. "Good lord! It's like The Day After in there!" she wheezed in horror not understanding how the hell Jacob could sleep in that filth, let alone his ex! she had to have said something about it!

Unless... She was the one who made the apartment like this? that honestly wouldn't surprise the y/wt woman her grandmother used to say 'Sometimes pretty faces hide messy habits.' guess she really hit on the nail on that one... Now that Y/n had some time to herself she recalled how filthy [ExBF]'s apartment always was, it got to the point were her landlord threatened eviction if she didn't clean it!

Y/n sighed recalling the fit [ExBF] threw while calling asking her to help her...By Help she meant ""Y/n do it for me while I sit on my ass a text my four boyfriends all fricken day and not say thank you!"" The y/ht blew some hair out of her face as she finished packing garbage bags. "Why the hell was I ever friends with that bitch?" She pondered out loud then thought back to when they were kids.

[ExBF] always got what she wanted! if she got new dress she'd show off and brag, if someone got a dress nicer then hers? she'd throw a tantrum and call that person out for ""stealing her spotlight!"", one of their other friends liked a boy? Nope, not anymore he was [ExBF]'s now, Oh, wait he's not rich or spineless? better drop his ass... It made Y/n feel sick at how she used to make excuses for that girl's behavior!

She also should've seen the way [ExBF]'s face soured when she announced her marriage and introduced her ex-Fiancee to her. Y/n should have seen it coming, but she was so infatuated with [Ex/n] that she was blind to the signs that he was a just a scummy as ExBF, Y/n wanted to lived in a small apartment and save up Y'know? Nope he demanded a house!

Then he get's laid off at work and says he's looking for a job, meanwhile Y/n is working three jobs to pay the bills and all she ask is for him take out the trash or maybe order some dinner for when she gets home? Nope, he sits on his ass playing video-games all day, then whines to her that the house stinks and he's hungry! She noticed ExBF had been coming around a lot during that time but Y/n just figured her friend was looking for her or something.

Y/n stomach churned in vexation she hoped they were both miserable together, they deserve each other... she snorted as she straightened out some mail that was tossed under an end table, onto the counter in a neat stack, then check around for a trash chute a fancy place has to have a trash chute, She saw the instruction on the back of the apartment door...

The end off the hall, She grabbed the bags and was about to leave when she remember the door codes and found them sitting on the floor in her room she tucked it in the waist band of her pj's and took the trash out she found the chutes tossed the bags in and headed back to Jacobs apartment and was about to punch the code when she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

Y/n looked over her shoulder to see a security guard standing behind her. "Urm... Yes?" the y/ht woman squeaked unsure if she was in trouble. "Ma'am would you come with me a moment?" she winced Yes... she was definitely in trouble! and there she was sitting in security office.

"Look I already told you, he let me in I didn't steal anything, I was just cleaning!?" Y/n huffed as the guard rolled his eyes at her obviously not believing her. Before repeating what was really in those bags what had she stolen from Mr. Frye? causing Y/n to growl in frustration "I don't don't know how much will moldy take-out and empty beer cans fetch me?" she snarked this upset the guard who threatened to call the cops, but a British voice cut him off.

"That won't be necessary..." The guard jumped from his seat to see Jacob Frye standing there none to pleased to see his new roommate in handcuffs. "Oh, Mr. Frye! Sir we got a call of a disturbance, I caught her breaking in." the guard said sounding almost proud of himself as the hazel eyed man glared at him. "She's not a thief, she's my wife." Jacob stated the guard looked at him bemused. "W-what? but-" it was obvious he'd seen Jacob's ex before and Y/n looked nothing like her.

"But nothing, uncuff her now..." the guard swallowed nervous the intimidating man's tone and complied Y/n sighed flexing her arms trying to get some feeling back in them as she got up and joined, Jacob who scrutinized her arms and frowned seeing the red marks on her wrists, he shot the guard a sharp look before escorting Y/n to the elevator. "What were you doing out of my apartment this late?" the British man ask keeping his eyes on the elevator doors.

"Erm, taking out the trash?" the y/nat woman squeaked unsure if he was going to be mad that she cleaned his home without permission, Jacob cocked a brow at her inquisitively as the y/ht rambled that she didn't really have much to do, so she figured why not? as they approached his door Jacob's hazel eyes widen to see how nice a neat apartment was, he could see the floors again...

He’d forgotten they were a dark cherry hardwood the green Persian rug his brother in law had sent him was also was also vacuumed, he looked on the counter and saw stack of mail and carefully sift through it, all credit-card bills and invoices, all passed due! he let out an annoyed sighed as Y/n shifted unnerved and awkwardly spoke up.

"I wasn't sure if I should toss those, sorry."

"No, it's fine..these pretty much tell me what Karin was up to while I was working..."

"Um, if you want I could...the photos."

"Get rid of them? Go right ahead, It seems fair I did same for you."

"Right..." Y/n said getting to it while Jacob looked through every letter before finding something that interested him, he disappeared in his room for the next hour as Y/n finished cleaning the rest of his apartment, she heard Jacob's barely audible voice coming from behind the door.

Most likely on his phone if Y/n had to guess 'Karin' may have opened a secret nest egg account using Mr. Frye's name he must've just found it, That's probably what he's been doing all day calling banks and credit card companies to cancel cards and accounts she may have opened in his name without his knowledge...

Y/n pause as she picked up laundry and and scrutinized the labels; Fuck these things cost more then her house's rent! She almost felt like fainting as she tossed it in a hamper, and thought about what was going on with her surprise husband's situation. If her brief stint in law school was worth its salt, Then Jacob's ex could face some federal charges and prison time for that! It's basically ID fraud and embezzling.

She saw the light go off in his room he must gone to sleep? or just wanted to be alone with his thoughts lips formed a thin line as she looked over a the grand father clock at the other end of the living room, Was it seriously 3 A.M.?! the y/nat was surprised so much time had passed she felt like she just got here!

After some thought she decided it was time for her to turn in as well, She'll just have to figure out what to do with herself in the morning...

She found her sleeping bag in one of the trash bags and laid it out on the couch and settled down for bed, strange when Y/n was closing her eyes she thought she saw a hooded figure disappear behind the clock...

[the Building Jacob lives in was built by the Assassins so there are a lot of secret exits and entrances scattered all around the premises.]

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed syndicate #40yr old! Jacob Frye #jacob frye x reader #watch_Dogs #CrossOver #Hacker! Reader

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sasharosewater · 4 years

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Candied Apples and Chocolate Covered Strawberries (Alastor x Lucifer Fanfic)

Summary: Lucifer is a holiday fan. Alastor is not. Luci is going to do whatever it takes to convert his boyfriend, even if it means loving him to death.

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Alastor x Lucifer

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

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It was February 14, 7:30 am in hell. Alastor was still sleeping soundly in his soft king sized bed adorned with red, white, and pink sheets. It was spotted with various apple themed patterns, and even the bedstand had carvings of the fruit on it in various places.

Now, one would imagine that such an influential demon like him would be up by now, working hard and fast on his next broadcasts. However, today was a lazy day for the deer, one of his rare ones. He continued to sleep, his breaths soft and slow and his hair slightly ruffled. Not even the bright redness of the sky outside pulled him from his slumber.

Suddenly, as the deer slept, he felt a gentle pressure on his lips, as well as a slightly harsher pressure over his chest area. They were just subtle pressures, but they were annoying, although painless. Grumbling with irritation, Alastor slowly opened his eyes to face the offending objects. He was somehow mutually surprised and not surprised at once. His confused glance slowly melted into a sleepy glare.

"Luci..?" he mumbled. Straddling the deer was Lucifer, king of hell and Alastor's boyfriend. The mischievous king was gently pushing what appeared to be a chocolate covered strawberry to his lover's lips, smiling happily from ear to ear.

Alastor grumbled again, attempting to gently push Lucifer's hand away from his face. "Luci, love, what are you doing?" he asked rhetorically. He couldn't open his mouth too far or the strawberry would make it's way through his lips, forcing him to mumble.

The king just chuckled at the deer, calmly taking the strawberry away from Al's face. "Sorry, love, but I had to! Do you know what day it is?!" the king asked excitedly.

Unfortunately, the deer did know what day it was. Valentine's Day... Now, much like with most other holidays, Al didn't hate this one. He just felt general indifference towards it. Luci, however, seemed to love all holidays aside from Easter, and he only liked Christmas for the romance, presents, and food. Al rolled his eyes calmly and slowly sat up in bed. There was for sure no way Lucifer would possibly let him go back to sleep anytime soon. At least, not for today.

"Well, Luci," mumbled the sleepy radio demon. "At least you're excited." With that stated, he placed a sweet kiss on the king of hell's lips. Luci, although flattered, was surprised and left blushing by the kiss. Alastor had already stepped out of bed and gotten dressed by the time he gathered himself. Smiling like a kid in a candy store, the king followed Al downstairs into the main room of the palace.

When they entered the room, Al had paused to look at the decorations. They weren't as plentiful as the Christmas ones, but there were still an overwhelming flurry of hearts pasted throughout. The deer was blinded by the various shades of red, pink, and white. The palace already consisted of those colors anyway, but somehow Lucifer had managed to make each shade stand out like a wrinkle in freshly printed paper. Alastor appreciated the effort, but physically had to hold back his cringe. It was too much for his taste.

"Come with me, love!" Luci suddenly exclaimed, taking a gentle hold if Al's arm. "I made you something!"

The king quickly led Alastor to the kitchen, the deer following confusedly. When they got there, Luci took hold of a small tray covered by a pink towel and held it up for the deer. With an intrigued expression, Alastor carefully slid the towel off the contents only to reveal.... Handmade chocolates. They were, of course, various lovely shapes, which included the casual hearts, but also included some shaped like deer.

Al sighed in a tired, and slightly irritated, stupor.

"Darling, you know very well that I am not a fan of sweets..." he mumbled, seeming somewhat offended that Luci forgot such a simple detail about him. However, the king simply giggled and held up a small treat for the deer.

"Come on, love, try it! They're not just ordinary chocolates!" Luci declared happily.

With a hesitant gaze and small smile, Alastor took the treat and ate it slowly, only to be pleasantly surprised when he wasn't slapped in the tastebuds with sugar. This really wasn't ordinary chocolate... It was bitter chocolate, his favorite! Not even just regular dark chocolate, no, BITTER chocolate. This stuff had to be at least 85% cocoa. Of course, there was some sugar in it, and hints of vanilla in a few of them, but for the most part, itbwas simply bitter. His smile grew, satisfied and flattered. Luci hadn't forgotten. He had made these especially for him! The deer gave Luci a loving stare.

"Thank you so much, darling! These are scrumptious! I could eat these everyday!"

The king smiled proudly. "Glad to hear, sweetheart! Guess I'll be making them everyday!" He shrugged, as if having no choice. Alastor only responded with a laugh and a kiss on the king's cheek.

"Sounds lovely~"

As the day went on, they simply spent it talking and loving on each other. Alastor shared some special stories of his encounters with other demons during his work time and Luci listened intently. He just loved hearing his sweetheart talk.

Later that night, they were chatting in the kitchen, Alastor finishing off the last few handmade chocolates. They were laughing over some classic dad jokes, of course. Suddenly, as they were talking, Luci got a mischievous idea. He gently sauntered over to Alastor and have him a sensual look.

"Hey, darling?" he began. "You know what would finish this night off perfectly?~"

At first, Al was caught off guard. Then, he crossed his arms and gave Luci an 'Are you kidding with me' expression. "I dont know, Luci, what WOULD finish this night oh-so-perfectly?"

"Oh, I think you know what I mean~" the king hummed suggestively. He caressed Alastor's cheek lovingly and his face never lost its sensual look. The deer only exhaled in Humor and poked the king's nose.

"I believe I do know, darling. And I'm not sorry to say that I must humbly decline, your majesty~"

Lucifer's response was a simple pout, puppy eyes engaged. "But, love, it has been months since I last tasted you!" he whined. "Can I at least have a sample, just for tonight?~"

Al only responded with a smile and a shake of the head. He slowly turned to walk out of the kitchen, leaving the king pouting behind, when he suddenly got a mischievous idea of his own. Turning back to Lucifer, he adopted his own sensual gaze, trying to seem as genuine as he could. Luci was startled as Al suddenly pinned him between the kitchen counter and his own body, smiling suggestively at him.

"Actually, now that I think about it... Perhaps I should take you up on your offer~"

Luci was suddenly out of breath by the sudden shift of tone. Shaking his head clear, he returned to his flirtatious self and grinned longingly. "Oh really now? Glad we've come to an... agreement ~" Slowly, both of them leaned in for what appeared to be a kiss.

However, Alastor suddenly pulled away and took a large bite of a fresh, red apple that he had snatched from a fruit bowl sitting casually behind the king. He smiled devilishly at his lover, Luci left breathless from the closeness and the overwhelming need building inside of him. He should've known Al would do that. Slowly, his breathlessness dissolved into laughter as he registered what had happened.

"Ah, Alastor... This is why I love you. You always know how to keep me in my place."

"Well, someone has to, am I right?" Alastor sang teasingly.

It was slowly nearing midnight at this point, and Luci felt a nervousness tug in his chest. He had to do it now... It was already pretty late, but... if he didn't do it now, he would chicken out. He had to... he HAD to! The king took deep, calming breaths and slowly approached hisbdeer lover, who was starting to get ready for bed. He gently tapped the demon on the shoulder. Al looked over at him with a curious hum.

"What is it, darling?" emhe asked, smiling as usual.

Lucifer forced a brave smile onto his face and opened his mouth, hoping his words wouldn't fail him now. "A-Alastor..?" he nervously stuttered. Taking one final breath, he slowly brought forward from behind his back...

A small velvet box, an engagement ring concealed comfortably inside it.

"W-will you marry me...?"

@pharaohjaz

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #valentine #fanfiction #alastor and lucifer #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor

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danurso · 5 years

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Stress

Glynda: and here are the reports about the current grades of the second year students.

Ozpin: thank you glynda.

Glynda: *turns around to walk away*

Ozpin: glynda, could you stay a bit more please? There is something i need.

Glynda: *looking back at ozpin* yes, what is it?

Ozpin: i will also need the report of the grades for the third and the fourth year.

Glynda: weren't port and oobleck the responsibles for these?

Ozpin: yes but oobleck had to leave for an archeologist convention and port had his annual hunting fest to attend.

Glynda: but what about the reports?

Ozpin: that's the point, since they're not available i need you to make the reports for me, i will need all the reports ready in two days.

Glynda: WHAT!? But it already took me almost a week just to make the reports of the second year!!

Ozpin: don't worry, i know you'll find a way out.

Glynda: *gritting her teeth* fine, they'll be ready in two days. *turns around to leave*

Ozpin: and by the way glynda, since port and oobleck are out, i need you to fill their classes.

Glynda: *with a popped vein and a twitching forced smile* as you wish headmaster. *walks into the elevator*

*a few moments later*

Glynda: *leaving the elevator*

Ironwood: *getting in the elevator* good afternoon professor goodwitch.

Glynda: *with a deadly glare* only for you james.

Ironwood: *flinches and gets in the elevator*

Glynda: i have to prepare a report about the grades of more than two hundred students in two days. *massaging her temples* does ozpin even realize how much stress he's making me go through? *sighs in defeat* just to think about all the work i'll have is giving me a headache. hopefully the nurse will have something for it, and to keep me awake for the next two days. *start to walk towards the nurse office.*

???: I'M GONNA BREAK HIS LEGS!!!

Glynda: looks like i'm not the only ones having a bad day. *staring at nora*

Nora: *stomping with a scowl and hammer in hand*

Ren: *getting in her way* nora, stop.

Nora: GET OUTTA MY WAY REN!! ONE THING IS MESS WITH ME, BUT MESSING WITH MY PANCAKES IS ALREADY OFF LIMITS AND CARDIN HAS TO PAY!! I'M GOING TO BREAK HIS LEGS, HIS FACE AND EVERYTHING ELSE ON HIS BODY!!

Glynda: *sighs* as if my day wasn't bad enough, now i'll have to fix whatever destruction she's going to cause.

Ren: you can't do that.

Nora: I CAN AND I WILL!! I WILL SHOW THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE THAT I-

Ren: *pulls her into a kiss*

Nora: *freezes in surprise but starts to melt and drop the hammer to pull him closer.*

Ren: *breaking the kiss* are you calmer now?

Nora: *with a small blush* k-kinda. . .

Ren: why don't we go to a common room? I can make you some pancakes and we can watch the sloth maraton on discovery channel, sounds good?

Nora: *jumps on him and latches on his torso* only if you carry me like a sloth.

Ren: fine, let's go. *walks away with nora latched on his chest*

Glynda: what just. . . *sighs* forget it. After spending so much time with these students i should get used, specially when it comes to miss valkyrie. Still, her mood changed very quickly, it would be nice to get calmer so easily like that, but considering how volatile miss valkyrie is i shouldn't get that surprised by how fast she can change her mood. I doubt something like that wouldn't happen to a more centered person.

Sun: hey blake. . .uhh, you okay?

Blake: *with dark bags under her eyes and a tired expression* im fine.

Sun: please don't tell me you're staying up till late again.

Blake: im not.

Sun: your dead face says otherwise *sighs* i'm only out for a week and when i come back i find my girlfriend in this state, i shouldn't have gone for so long.

Blake: stop talking like you're my father.

Sun: when you're acting like a stubborn kid, i have to take the dad role to help you right?

Blake: shut up, i don't need help.

Sun: well, you look like you need it.

Blake: but i don't, get out of my way.

Sun: no.

Blake: get out!

Sun: *with crossed arms* nope.

Blake: I SAID GET OUT!!!

Sun: sorry, i don't want to.

Blake: *tries to push sun but gets trapped in a hug* LET GO!!

Sun: not until you're feeling better, you need help.

Blake: I DIDN'T ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!!!

Sun: but that's why i'm here, to help you even if you don't want to.

Blake: i hate you!

Sun: and i love you *stroking her hair* and because i love you i can't let you go.

Blake: . . .i told you to shut up.

Sun: okay.

Blake: *getting sleepy* why did i. . .even agreed to...date you?

Sun: i think i annoyed you until you agreed.

Blake: right. . .im so. . .stupid. *hugging him back* and you. . .are so. . .warm.

Sun: why don't you take a nap and finish your business later?

Blake: nnnn. . . *falls asleep*

Sun: *picking her up* hehe, sweet dreams blakey. *walks away*

Glynda: i take back what i said. . . *sigh* i can't understand these teenagers, they can deal with stress like its nothing. . .i wonder how they do that.

Ruby: it's easy when you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

Glynda: of course, it's a lot easier when you have a- *stops and looks at ruby who is standing by her side*

Ruby: *waving* hi.

Glynda: miss rose, where did you came from?

Ruby: from my room professor, i was following nora when ren got her *sheepishly* and then i heard you talking and joined.

Glynda: right, and what do you mean with "having a boyfriend makes it easier"

Ruby: not just a boyfriend, a girlfriend also works. It's just that when you're with someone you really like, the world isn't as stressing as it usually is.

Glynda: and how are you so certain of that statement?

Ruby: well, i tested it first hand, whenever im angry or weiss is stressed, we just hug for a bit, cuddle sometimes and we're good to go.

Glynda: oh yes, i forgot that you and miss schnee were in a relationship. But i didn't knew that your presence could tame her when she's stressed, miss schnee always seemed like someone hard to control when angry.

Ruby: and she is, but whenever she's stressed she just comes to me and we hug for some time, after that she gets back to her usual mood.

Glynda: well, maybe that can work for you two, but not every couple is like you.

Ruby: i think they are, just take a look. *walks up to the window*

Glynda: *follows and looks down on the window*

Velvet: *sitting on the grass*

Coco: *pacing back and forth* i can't freaking believe in those guys! Do you know how long it took for me to get those tickets!?

Velvet: *sheepishly* you kinda told me already.

Coco: i told yatsu to keep it and he had the great idea to give them to a blind person store somewhere! I can't believe we're going to lose the movie!

Velvet: i-its okay, we can go watch it another day.

Coco: *groans and lays with her head on velvet's lap* but i really wanted to see "huntsmans: endgame" today.

Velvet: *stroking her hair* we can see it tomorrow, we just need to be carefull with the spoilers.

Coco: *sigh* you're right. . .*with a small smile* well, at least i get to spend the a free day with my girlfriend.

Velvet: *with a light blush* same.

Ruby: see? she calmed her.

Glynda: yes she did, but that's probably just because they have a long running relationship, it's more easy to deal with people's when you know them better and have a good relationship with them, right?

Ruby: well, not always, there are some couples that are always fighting but can still calm eachother down. . .here, just look *pulls them to the corner of the corridor*

Mercury: is it me or you're getting slower?

Emerald: i swear to god, one day i'll sew your mouth shut.

Mercury: *grins* what? emmy is mad cause i won three out of five rounds?

Emerald: *with crossed arms* you got lucky on the last round.

Mercury: yeah, yeah *rubbing his eyes* keep crying baby girl.

Emerald: *with a scowl* i'll show you the baby girl! *pounces at him*

Mercury: *grabs both of her hands, spins her and presses her back against the wall* welp, would you look at that.

Emerald: ugh, you just got lucky again you bas-

Mercury: *kisses her*

Emerald: *pushes him away with a dark blush* w-what the hell are you doing!?

Mercury: i'm kissing you, obviously. *kisses her again*

Emerald: *kisses him shortly before pushing him away* s-stop it.

Mercury: hmm. . .don't want to. *kisses her once more*

Emerald: *tries to push him away but melts on the kiss*

Mercury: now that you look a bit more relaxed, why don't we get back to our dorm so i can take care of these tense shoulders while you call me an asshole.

Emerald: *still blushing* you're an asshole.

Mercury: yeah, i know *throws her over his shoulder and walks away*

Ruby: see? These two are always fighting but they can still help each other to keep their cool.

Glynda: miss rose, while i understand what you are trying to show me, you don't understand the stress i am going through, maybe that tactic can work on teenager's stress, but when it comes to the stress of adults, i doubt it can wor-

???: *bumps past between winter and glynda*

Glynda: *narrow her eyes at the strangely pale boy with black hair and white clothes* excuse me young man, don't you-

???: *glaring at them with his sharp green iris*

Glynda/Ruby: *freezes being overwhelmed by his terrifying aura*

???: ulquiiii!!! *jumps on the boy* good morning ulquiorra.

Ulquiorra: *instantly calms down and looks at the orange haired girl* only for you woman.

Orihime: *pouts* i already told you to call me orihime.

Ulquiorra: and i refused to.

Orihime: what's wrong? You look stressed.

Ulquiorra: nonsense.

Orihime: come on! i'm your girlfriend, you can tell me.

Ulquiorra: *sighs* you are an annoying woman, are you aware of that?

Orihime: *smiles sheepishly*

Ulquiorra: you shouldn't worry about me woman, this "stress" is just an natural response of being on the same team as that shinigami.

Orihime: so it's because of ichigo that you're like that?

Ulquiorra: i can't stand to that man's existence, and i am well aware that he can't stand to mine's either.

Orihime: it's not like that, ichigo just has some. . .trust issues, since your dad betrayed the council and tried to kill him countless times.

Ulquiorra: and made me kidnap you.

Orihime: y-yeah, but thanks to that we got to know each other right?

Ulquiorra: i guess you are correct.

Orihime: just give him some more time to adapt to the situation. even if i can't, i know that rukia will eventually convince him to give you a chance, and on that time you can be nicer with him too.

Ulquiorra: . . .

Orihime: *with a puppy look* pleeeease.

Ulquiorra: *sighs* farewell woman, i will try to be more. . . "friendly" towards the shinigami.

Orihime: yay!! *leaps and kisses him* now what about we get some lunch?

Ulquiorra: *with an practically imperceptible smile* as long as i cook, i will agree. *starts to walk away*

Orihime: *pouts and jumps on his back* my food isn't that bad!

Ulquiorra: *giving her a piggyback ride* it is bad enough to scare me, and i am not supposed to feel any emotion, much less fear.

Orihime: fine, fine, you cook.

Ulquiorra: *walks away with orihime on his back*

Ruby: well. . .that was a thing.

Glynda: Agreed.

Ruby: i've never seen that guy before but his problems didn't sounded much like the ones from normal teenagers.

Glynda: they absolutelly didn't.

Ruby: and yet his girlfriend calmed him down. See what i mean now?

Glynda: i. . .think i do miss rose, but still, where am i supposed to find a good man to get in a relationship with?

Ruby: there's a lot of nice guys around beacon, like-

Glynda: *raises eyebrow* guys who aren't just horny teenagers after a one night stand with a "hot teacher"?

Ruby: well. . .that does makes things a bit more complicated, but i bet you can still find someone nice like. . .

Jaune: *walking by* hey ruby, can i borrow your notebook for a bit? I forgot to-

Ruby: jaune! *pulls him closer* see this guy, he's very nice and caring, he was raised in a house with eight womans so he knows how to treat and respect them, he also knows how to cook, sew, dance and much more, Also his massages are really good, and they're great to deal with the daily stress. He's the perfect boyfriend for you!

Jaune: *blushing* w-what? Ruby, w-what's going on?

Glynda: hmm. . .farewell, i will believe in what you're telling me miss rose, maybe having a "boyfriend" can help me to deal with my stress. Mister arc, from now on you are my boyfriend.

Jaune: *deep red* i-im what!?

Glynda: *narrow eyes at him* do you have any problems with me being your girlfriend?

Jaune: *sweating bullets* n-no, not at all professor goodwitch.

Glynda: good.

*two days later*

Glynda: *laying on jaune's chest* i must admit, these last two days have been wonderful to me mister ar- i mean, jaune.

Jaune: *playing with her hair* same, i mean, it was kinda awkward how fast things went but, i'm happy nonetheless.

Glynda: me too.

*knock-knock*

Glynda: i'll get the door. *gets up and opens the door*

Ozpin: good afternoon glynda.

Glynda: good afternoon professor. Can i help you?

Ozpin: i'm here for the grade reports of the third and fourth year.

Glynda: the grade report. . . *pales. internally* oh god, having to deal with all those classes and doing couple stuff with jaune made me forget about the reports, what do i do now?

Ozpin: is there anything wrong?

Glynda: n-no, no, nothing is wrong, i-its just that. . .that. . .

Jaune: here professor ozpin. *hands him a huge pile of papers* Professor goodwitch here was so overloaded having to teach three classes at the same time that she forgot in one of the classrooms.

Ozpin: thank you very much mister arc. *checks the papers* just as organised as ever, thank you very much professor goodwitch.

Glynda: err. . .you're welcome. . .professor.

Jaune: just that? All she gets is a thank you?

Ozpin: what do you mean mister arc?

Jaune: what do i mean? Do you know how hard it was to teach three classes at the same time while making reports about two hundred different students?

Ozpin: well. . .

Jaune: all that plus her usual huge load of paperwork?

Ozpin: i. . .im afraid i don't know.

Jaune: of course you don't! you just sit back on you chair drinking coffee all day while she has to deal with not only her work but yours as well, what kind of headmaster are you!?

Glynda: *speechless*

Ozpin: . . .

Jaune: so let's make a deal okay, tell port and oobleck to do their jobs and start doing your job of headmaster as well, glynda here will take a few weeks off after these last excruciating days, and you'll cover her on that while, sounds good right?

Ozpin: . . .mister arc, i'm afraid that-

Jaune: if you don't agree on these terms i'll have to call my mother, y'know my mother right? Council member, ex-student of beacon irina arc?

Ozpin: i-irina. . . *gulps and pales* arc?

Jaune: so, are we good?

Ozpin: *having vietnam war style flashbacks* y-yes, i believe we are. . .now if you excuse me, there are some things i have to take care of. *shakily walks away*

Jaune: thought so. *closes door*

Glynda: *with her jaw on the ground*

Jaune: *grinning victoriously* what?

Glynda: h-how?

Jaune: a perk of living under the same roof as eight womens is that you learn how to blackmail and scare someone, specially if one of those womans is my mom. And i know how hard you work to keep this school running, you deserve some time off.

Glynda: a-and how did you managed to make the reports? It took me a week to make the report for just the second year.

Jaune: i didn't, my sister's wife works for atlas and she's really good with computers, she managed to make a program that evaluate all the files of the students and automatically makes an report, it basically makes your work for you way faster than you could possibly make.

Glynda: *speechless*

Jaune: i already installed the program on your computer, i hope you don't mind, it's just that- *gets pulled into a heated kiss*

Glynda: *dragging the kiss for as long as sue can before breaking it* jaune arc, where have you been all my life?

Jaune: *blushing* i-i. . .well, uhh. . .

Glynda: you know, as a teacher, i should always take care of my students, but now you were the who took care of me. . . *whispering on his ear* i guess that means i need to return the favor right? *pushes him against the bed*

Jaune: *blushing even more* y-you don't need to-

Glynda: ohh but i want to~ *straddling his waist* so behave, unless you want to get punished *cracks her riding crop*

Jaune: *gulps*

Glynda: that's better.

*jaune then had a long anatomy class, one he would probably never forget*

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #jaune x glynda #jaune x goodwitch #spellsword #ruby rose #ozpin

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hii, i love your writings! i sent another ask but i forgot to write the request jcdsjf anyway: i would like a scenario where you are paired up w Leedo from oneus for a blind date ^^

thank you for request !! it’s not as much leedo as i had originally planned but i think it’s compensated for the sake of the storyline i had?? the action is more y/n having feelings for leedo than actual action with leedo but !! i think ! it’s worth it in the end?

i hope you enjoy this and if so i hope you request again ! to everyone reading this, our requests are open and the groups we write for are in the desc. of our blog! we have a prompt list you can use for requests! enjoy !!

You sighed melancholically once again, which made your friend next to you sigh too, but for her it was kind of a sigh of desperation.

—“Can you stop doing that? I feel depressed just looking at you!” —She told you. You just ignored her and stayed silent, which made her sigh again.

You knew she didn’t say it in a bad way. She was always there for you when you were sad or just needed to be with someone, which was the reason she was at your house at that moment, sitting on your bed and looking at you as you sat on your desk chair facing her but looking down at the screen of your phone, never ceasing the movement of your thumb to keep scrolling down on it.

—“(Y/n), at least look at me! How can I help you if you don’t even tell me what’s wrong? I told Youngjo to postpone our date to tomorrow so I could come cheer you up.” —She spoke again. You looked up, making eye contact with her for a second, and then went back to looking at your phone, although this time you just stayed still while staring at the screen.

—“You didn’t have to, you should have gone and have fun.” —You whispered, loud enough for her to hear, even though you wouldn’t have minded if it had stayed as just a thought that only you heard.

She whispered back even lower to the point where you could only guess that she asked you not to say that. She got up from the bed and approached you, leaning down to look at what kept you so focused on your phone’s screen.

—“Lee Geonhak- Wait, were you looking through Geonhak’s instagram all this time?” —She asked, and you didn’t say anything but felt your suddenly blushed cheeks speak for you. She let out a loud gasp and then squealed for a second, a smile forming on her face.— “You like Geonhak!? Why didn’t you tell me!? He’s Youngjo’s best friend!” —

—“I-“ —You almost denied it on instinct, but it was no use hiding it from her, and even though it embarrassed you, you had actually been wanting to tell her for quite some time.

You didn’t know how you went so long without her noticing. In your opinion, it would just take looking at you when you were hanging out with her, Youngjo and his friends –including Geonhak- to quickly notice. Looking at the bright side of it, you were relieved because if your childhood best friend hadn’t realized, then Geonhak couldn’t have either.

—“You could have told me, you know? I can set you up on a date with him!” —Minsoo said, and you quickly lifted your head to look at her and protest, cheeks still colored in red.

—“No! You can’t do that! I don’t want him to know that I like him! Or- At least, not yet! Please, Minsoo!” —

You shouldn’t even be begging her, she was your friend, but her sounding so determined to do that for you made you feel somewhat scared. If they told him you wanted to go on a date with him, he would instantly know that you obviously had at least some sort of feelings or interest for him. And if he didn’t feel the same way, it would become awkward. And if it became a little too awkward, not only would you lose what you thought was already an almost-inexistent chance of being more than friends, but probably the chance of being just friends. And you’d rather take that than nothing.

Before she could insist, you spoke up again.

—“I don’t even want to try anything, just being his friend is enough.”—Minsoo pouted.

—“Why? What if he’s interested too?” —She asked, and for a second her insistence made you suspicious. Not only that, but her excitement when she discovered you liked him. It wasn’t such a big deal. Quickly she derailed your train of thought with a gasp and a huge smile formed on her lips.— “I have an idea!” —

She went back to the spot where she was sitting on the bed before, and you looked at her with eyes full of curiosity.

—“Let me set you up on a blind date!” —

—“Huh?” —Was the only thing you could let out, and she repeated it as if you just hadn’t heard. You had heard her just fine, you were just confused as to how she had come up with that idea and especially why.

—“That way you can distract yourself from your feelings for him if you really don’t like him! And you get to go on a date! When was the last time you went on one?” —

Deep inside, you thought the idea was ridiculous. You knew you’d feel terribly bad going on a date for someone without really wanting to. The other person could really be looking to meet someone to date, meanwhile you’d be there while your heart was already taken by someone else. Just because you didn’t want to try to pursue anything with Geonhak didn’t mean you wanted anything with anyone else.

Still, you didn’t even protest and agreed to her idea.

Two days later, there you were again, in your room. And there was Minsoo, again, sitting on your bed, except this time her boyfriend Youngjo was sitting next to her, both of them looking at each outfit you took out of your closet.

—“Oh, that one! The dark red one!” —Your best friend exclaimed suddenly, holding the dress you were holding on your right hand and that you had just taken out of the closet. When you turned your head to look at her, you saw Youngjo nodding in approval too.

—“It’s not too casual, but also not extremely elegant. It’s perfect for the restaurant we chose.” —You glared at him for a second and then at her. You didn’t even remember giving her permission to tell Youngjo, or anyone about that matter about your feelings. But you couldn’t get mad at her because you knew none of them would actually tell Geonhak anything about it.

You settled on the red dress as they proposed and went to the bathroom to get dressed. In a few minutes, you were back, makup already on, to which Minsoo whined because she wanted to get to do your makeup. You told her she could do your hair so she regained her excitement and happily got up from the bed to help you finish get ready.

As she did your hair, the three of you kept chatting. Sometimes even about things not related to your date or dating in general, probably since they could feel you were somewhat nervous. But even if you didn’t talk about it, the feeling was still there.

Even if you didn’t mention them, the feelings for Geonhak were still there, and you still didn’t know if you wanted to go on a date with someone you had never seen at all and therefore couldn’t have been interested in. Not only were you lying to yourself, but you were starting to feel like you would waste their time. In order to not let them notice what you were thinking, you held in a sigh.

Not long after that, you were on the car, and the sooner you got to the place they had chosen for the date, your brain started trying to fight your nervousness by complaining about even having agreed to the date, regretting it before it even began.

—“Why would you even choose a fancy restaurant? I’ve never been to one! You know I’m not very picky with restaurants. I would have been okay with at… I don’t know! A normal restaurant!” —Minsoo sighed once again and Youngjo just chuckled. At first, she had tried to protest against your own complaints, but at this point she was too tired even of that and let you vent and get your nervousness out of your chest.— “Oh, no! Did he choose it? Is he going to be a rich fancy guy? Oh, god, what am I going to do?” —

Youngjo slowly drove the car to a stop and interrupted you before you could go into another crisis and could go from complaining to panicking.

—“We’re here, and so is your date! Look!” —He exclaimed, and you looked out the window instantly.

The first person you saw was Kim Geonhak, and your eyes widened to the point anyone would have thought your eyes would fall out of their sockets. Mind probably too clouded from the many feelings you were accumulating and were overwhelming you, you looked away from the window as if by not looking at him the chances of him seeing you were reduced.

‘Geonhak is there! Why is he here!? Oh my god, he’s going to see me go on a date with someone else! If I ever had any chances, now I will never have any!’ you screamed inside your head, even though outside you were frozen and quiet, eyes still open in shock. Youngjo called your name a few times and even waved his hand in front of your face trying to get you back to your senses, which finally got your attention. After that, you looked out the window again and as you did, you saw Minsoo smiling from the rearview mirror, smirking at you.

—“… Minsoo? Do you have anything you want to tell me?” —

—“Enjoy your date, (Y/N)!” —She said, with a smile.— “Come on, get out of the car! Have fun! We’ll pick you up later! You’ll thank me for this.” —

‘I’ll thank you for this? Yeah, right… For sure I will…’

Not satisfied with her response, you unbuckled your seat belt and after grabbing your purse, you opened the door and got out of the vehicle. When you did and looked up, you and Geonhak made eye contact. For a split second, he looked surprised to see you, but you weren’t sure since you quickly turned around to look at Minsoo through the car’s window. She was still smiling.

—“Minsoo…” —

—“Geonhak is your date.”—

Everything was dead silent for around 5 seconds. The world seemed to stop turning. And then, in a millisecond you reached out for the handle of the door to the seat you had been in less than a minute prior, but at the same time you heard the sound of the lock being activated, so you couldn’t open the door. Still smiling at you, Minsoo and Youngjo said goodbye and then left.

—“Enjoy your date, guys!” —

‘Guys?’ You looked next to you and saw Geonhak standing there, making you jump in your spot a little and at the same time calling his attention. He looked at you somewhat surprised at your reaction and you quickly apologized.

—“Sorry, I didn’t hear you approaching.” —You said, and then cleared your throat as if that would help with the nervousness that made you feel like you were going to start stuttering any second.

You were on a date. With Geonhak. Geonhak was your date. At a fancy restaurant. Geonhak was, just like you, dressed elegantly enough to go to this restaurant. And just like any other time you looked at him, you thought he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. Then, he apologized for startling you and smiled. Now he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

Both of you don’t even realise you’re just standing in silence taking in each other’s appearance after who knows how long. Finally, he clears his throat and speaks.

—“I’m glad Youngjo and Minsoo did this because I couldn’t dare to ask you on a date myself, and I have liked you for some time now.” —

You stayed silent, body frozen again from shock but you feel your cheeks warming up again. Just like when your best friend had found out about your feelings, but even worse, making Geonhak feel like he shouldn’t have said all that yet. He had literally admitted to not just wanting to go on a date with you and being interested but to having real feelings for you. You knew your reaction wasn’t one of rejection, but instead one of true shock because you didn’t expect him to return your feelings. But he obviously didn’t, which made him speak up again.

—“You don’t have to return my feelings, I want us to get to know each other better.” —

—“No,” —You shook your head and smile, the blush on your cheeks a little less prominent and the warmth it brought your face feeling more comfortable now.— “I’ve liked you for some time now too.” —Geonhak seemed to almost instantly relax at your words, which made you smile a little wider as you continued.— “In fact, Minsoo set me up for this telling me it’d be a blind date and I felt so bad for accepting because I didn’t want to go on a date with someone I didn’t know or didn’t feel interested in.” —

He smiled back at you as he listened, and then chuckled. He’s smiling at you, you’re smiling at him, the atmosphere feels light and bright thanks to the relief of finding out about your reciprocated feelings for each other, but then in a second the smiles vanish from your faces as something reminds to look to the restaurant next to you where you were supposed to have your date.

You couldn’t help but cringe a little at the thought of really having to go there after all, and looking at your date from the corner of your eye you could see he also didn’t look too excited to eat there, not even if it was with you.

—“You… Didn’t choose this restaurant, right?” —You asked, looking at him, and he looked back at you, shaking his head before answering.

—“No, I thought you did… But now that I know you didn’t, this does seem like a place Youngjo and Minsoo would choose… But for themselves.” —You nodded and he let out of a sigh. You mimicked his action but then, an idea came to mind so you smiled at him.

—“Hey, so… This means Minsoo and Youngjo are the ones who paid for the reservation, right? In that case…” —

Arching his eyebrows but smirking at you, Geonhak seemed to catch on to what you were trying to say. Without waiting for you to concrete, he extends his hand towards you and smiling back at him, you take it. His hands are soft, and your fingers fit perfectly linked with each other’s.

He tightened his grip on your hand a little before finally both of you start walking, leaving the fancy restaurant behind. You didn’t know where you would go or what you would do, but being with Geonhak and looking at your linked hands, you knew it was gonna be a great date. Maybe, after all, you’d really have to thank Minsoo for this.

#oneus #oneus scenarios #leedo #kim geonhak #oneus imagines #kpop #weus #kim gunhak

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worldwide-winner · 5 years

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summary: It’s only when he gets a girlfriend that you realize you have feelings for your roommate and best friend Jeon Jungkook. You tumble further into confusion as you realize you also have feelings for your other roommate and bff Park Jimin

Warnings: Drug mentions, drinking

After grocery shopping with the boys and getting crepes, the sun was already setting. Time had flown by and now you were peacefully scrolling on your phone from the comfort of your couch. Your peace was broken when your phone started vibrating aggressively, signaling the income of many texts.

You opened the group chat feeling more annoyed than you should.

Dance king: '____ ____'

Worldwide Handsum: '____ come to this party'

Tae: 'yeah, its lit'

Jimin walked up and looked over your shoulder. You sighed and typed up a quick response, "Sorry, don't feel like getting drunk and doing something I'll regret." Send.

Three dots popped up on the bottom of the screen.

Dance King: 'But ____, you don't have to drink.'

Tae: 'Yeaah wdym? Just come for the tunez and experience'

You rolled your eyes. They wouldn't stop bugging you until you gave in.

Worldwide Handsum: 'plus we need a ride. our last uber driver was rlly shady'

Tae: 'pls uwu'

You clicked your tongue and tapped away, "Why can't you just stay there?"

Tae: 'Gross, last time they spent the night I found Hobi naked on the table'

You chuckled, remembering when Tae called you, only to scream into the phone about how traumatized he was. "See u in 10. Bringing Chim w me." Jimin punched your shoulder lightly. "You didn't even ask!" you shrugged and smirked, "You would've come anyway."

It didn't take long to get ready. You changed into a lighter shirt and applied minimal makeup. Jimin was quick too, only changing into a comfier (but still fashionable) outfit and brushing out his hair. He drove since your car was in the shop. The house was massive and flashing lights poured out of the open windows.

You and Jimin walked side by side past the kids smoking on the porch and into the loud house. The music blared so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. You nudged Jimin, "Taehyung really outdid himself this time!" you shouted over the noise. He just nodded at you. "Speaking of Tae, where is he?" You shrugged. "Let's split. Text me when you find him." He smiles and nods, stepping out into another room.

You wander through a crowded hallway when you're roughly pulled into a dark closet. "What the heck?! Who is it?" you blink in the darkness and your eyes slowly adjust. "It's just me.." Taehyung's voice calms you. "Tae? What are you doing in a closet?! Is this a metaphor for something...?" you teased.

"What?! No! Listen I'm hiding from someone. You slid down the wall to sit on the floor. "What happened?" He sits next to you. He's wearing a hideous cashmere turtle neck and jeans with gaping holes that leave his knees exposed. It would look horrendous on anyone else, but he manages to pull it off. "Well..." He brushes his pink hair out of his eyes. "You know the life of a party goer is preeeetty wild." You narrow your eyes at him as he continues. "There's the basic three things: Drugs, sex, and alcohol."

"Oh my god, you do drugs?!" He holds up a finger and glances away. "Well..." He bites his lip, pondering over his words. "Okay, so there's this guy that I usually go to. Not the best, but his prices aren't bad-" "Taehyung." You stop him, "You're crazy. You know that this is illegal, right?!" He throws a glare your way.

"You sound like my mom! Can I finish?" You press your lips into a thin line and grunt. "ANYWAYS... I was trying to throw him some hints. Y'know, just to say that his product quality is degrading a lil." You sighed. "What were these 'hints' then?" He coughs awkwardly and plays with his sleeves. "I stopped paying him." Your mouth drops. There is no doubt. Kim Taehyung is the biggest idiot you know.

You slap him upside his head and he yelps. "What the hel-" "YOU MORON! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" he frantically covers your mouth with both hands and hisses "He'll hear us!!!" You lick his palms and he releases you with a disgusted look on his face. "Listen, he's here right now, and he probably won't be happy when he sees me. He might even gun me down." His eyes widen and start watering and he clasps his hands together, holding them in front of his chest. "I can't die, ____, I'm too young, too gentle, too-"

"Okay Tae, what do you want from me?" He smiles slyly, "I just want you to get him out of here." You squint in disbelief. "If you want me to flash him then my answer is no." He raises his hands in defense, "Hey, I didn't even think of that! Good idea though." He smirks and continues, "I was just gonna have you say I'm not home and give him the money." You unfold your arms that you'd unknowingly crossed.

"Here's the money." He presses a white envelope into your palm and you tuck it in your shirt. "Alright. I'll come to get you when he's gone." He smiles and grabs your head to squish his cheek against yours. "Ew don't touch me." You giggle and push yourself up from the floor. "I'll be waiting!" He sings and you shake your head as you step out.

You have to squint as your senses are flooded with everything. The music pounds into your eardrums and the lights blind you. Someone grabs your arm and pulls you into their chest. You turn and see Jimin giving you a puzzled look. "Oh, hey," you say softly. "I thought you didn't drink?" It was more of a question than a statement. "I- What?" you gently shove him.

"What makes you think I've been drinking?" You ask and he chuckles, "You just look so out of it." You roll your eyes and huff, "Yeah, that's probably because I've been in a closet for the past 15 minutes." He gives you a questioning look. "Tae's in trouble with a drug dealer. I gotta go find the guy."

"Here, let me go with you! Sounds dangerous." He grabs your hand, enclosing it in his. "What does the guy look like?" You groan again. "Didn't ask. I'll text him." You pull out your phone and text Tae. Your phone beeps and you pull Jimin through the crowded house. "Over 45, glasses, and pug-faced. Likely to have a girl on each arm."

Not too long after, you finally find him and he's surprisingly nice. You apologized about 50 times for Tae's idiotic actions and promised that it would never happen again and even follow him to the front door to ensure his departure. You sigh as you stare out the window. Jimin throws his arm around you to pull you closer. "____ I-"

You jerk away and feign shock. "I forgot, we need to get Tae!" You rush to the closet, your face flushing. This is normal. Jimin is always touchy. You slept with him wrapped around you last night for pete's sake! So why did it seem like there was something more to his show of affection? You tore open the closet door.

Taehyung is quick to spring up. "Let's go party!" He pulls you to the kitchen. It's surprisingly empty besides the few boys from your small friend group. Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok. Even Min Yoongi was there. "Hey! Hoseok shouted. "I haven't seen you since...." He taps his chin in thought. "Hobi. I saw you yesterday." You mutter. "Ohhhhh yeah!"

They were wasted. Seokjin stumbled over to you and you gripped his waist to keep him from falling. "____" He slurred, "I officially signed the papers... Joonie too. I-" Hiccup. "We're your new dads." You laughed and shook your head. "Gee, thanks, dad." He ruffles your hair a little too roughly and leaves to pour another cup of an ominous looking liquid into his cup.

The atmosphere suddenly turns awkward and Taehyung is quick to break the tension. "Let's play a game! Bring the pitcher, we're moving this party to the basement." Hobi lets out a too loud whoop and the group follows Tae out of the kitchen. Somewhere along the journey Jimin joins in and when you turn to him he flashes you a confused look.

You ignore it and the group halts as you reach the basement door. Taehyung always keeps it locked even though there's nothing of value stored there. It's where he could be himself with his friends and not have to keep up the rich host act.

He stepped aside to let you file down the stairs and you kept a close watch on the others, making sure they didn't tumble down. Once you were there, you clicked on the lights and Taehyung cut in front of you to spread pillows out on the floor. Everyone sat on a pillow in a small circle and poured themself a cup from the pitcher. Tae, who sat across from you, handed you a cup. You were too lazy to fight him. One cup couldn't hurt.

He groaned as he stretched his arms up, "It's so nice to get away from all the noise. Being the life of the party can be sooooo exhausting." You roll your eyes. "Then why do it? Why host parties and get wasted all the time?"

He gazes into your eyes before turning them to the ceiling. "It makes me forget how sad and lonely I am, I guess..." He opens his mouth to speak again but Namjoon drunkenly interjects. "That's dark, dude..." "Didn't know you were so emo" Yoongi adds.

Taehyung scoffs and Jimin changes the subject. "Let's play a game or something!" Everyone agrees. You end up playing truth or dare and the game is surprisingly tame. All the truths are about who has a crush on you and it's hard to believe that you're with 20-year-old men. The dares are mild too. Just kisses and prank calls. Finally, you decide to wrap it up and the group heads back upstairs.

The party has mostly died down, just a few couples making out in various corners and a group of people dancing. Tae turns off the music and cups his hands around his mouth to shout, "PARTY'S OVER PEOPLE TIME TO GO HOME!" To which they groan and stumble out of the oversized house. Jimin grabs your shoulder, "Let's get these guys home."

You look at Tae whos now picking up shards of glass from a vase while grumbling. "You know what Jimin? I think I'll stay here and help clean up." You turn back to Jimin, "Besides, I didn't even realize Joon and Yoongi were here. We can't even all fit in the car." He frowns and nods. "Are you sure though? I can drive back... I don't mind." You smile and pinch his cheek assuringly. "Of course, Jiminie. Just be careful driving!" He smiles widely and leaves with the four drunken men.

"Why are you still here?" Taehyung squints at you, holding a trash bag. You shrug and smile, "I figured I could help clean up... It can't be fun to fix this all by yourself." You motion to the messy living room. He nods with a small smile and you both busy yourself with cleaning.

By the time you finish, it's 3:30 in the morning and you're exhausted. Tae leads you to his large bedroom and you both plop down on the king sized bed, staring at the ceiling. "You sure you don't want to change into some pajamas? I'm sure they'd fit you." He asks, not making a single move. You groan. His designer, silk pajama set would probably feel like heaven but honestly? "I'm too tired to move."

"Same." he mumbles. "How can you be so lonely?" You ask, bringing up the conversation you had in the basement. He rolls over to face you and you do the same. He hums, looking at the ceiling again. "I know it may sound cheesy but... I wonder if anyone will really love me." You snort and he looks back at you.

"What are you saying? Everyone loves you." You sigh. He frowns. "You really believe that? I thought you were smarter." You gasped, offended, but let him continue. "They love the guy who's open to trashing his house every weekend. I doubt half of them even know my last name..." He trails off and you reach out to grab his hand. "You know our lil squad is always here for you Tae. We all love you, we just express it differently. Someday you'll find the right person."

He smiles and ruffles your hair with his free hand before pulling the covers up and you both drift off.

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