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sannie4luv · 2 months

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Make You Mine Pt.2

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Seonghwa x f!reader

Warnings: morning sex, unprotected sex (the crowd boos again), praise kink, creampie, brief mention of shower sex, readers a brat

Word count: 4.3K

A/N: Sorry I kinda changed the entire story line lmao, hopefully you still enjoy it tho :p, there will be a pt.3 cuz I got a lil carried away with part 2, but once again I don’t know when it will come out so please be patient with me! (Also I did not proof read so forgive me for any errors)

It was 7AM when you woke up after your intense night with Seonghwa , your body being immensely sore but not regretting it for a singular moment. You could feel his soft breaths in the crook of your neck, along with his arms wrapped so tightly around you like it would be the end of the world if you were to get up right now. "You okay princess?" You jumped a little when you suddenly heard the man beside you speak. "Yeah I'm fine, just like being close to you like this.." You said as you felt a hand come up to your chin and turn you towards him.

"I like being close to you like this too baby, I haven't been close to someone like this in a long time. Feels much better than sleeping alone like I'm used to. God baby I don't know what you're doing to me, I only just met you yesterday but fuck... I think I'm addicted to you. I can't get enough of you princess." He says as he brings you into a soft kiss, much different from the kisses you shared together last night. You let out a soft whimper as he untangled himself from you and got on top of you, still kissing you softly like you were the most fragile thing he's ever held.

"Please touch me Seonghwa" you managed to whine out as he kissed you. "Whatever you want baby." He said as he moved to your neck, pressing the same soft kisses along it and softly running his hand down your body to where you needed him most. Forgetting you were still naked from the night before, you shivered as you felt him softly touch your clit, leaving no barrier for him to get through. "God you're so wet baby and I've barely even touched you yet." He said as he ran his finger down your folds and inserted them into your entrance.

"Fuck Seonghwa" you whined out as he smirked against you, still leaving soft kisses along your neck and down to your chest. Taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking softly. You tangled your hands in his hair and moaned his name over and over again like it was your mantra. "That's it.. that's my good girl, always so responsive for me. Love when you moan my name like that baby." He said as he added another finger, going slightly harder but nothing like he did last night. "Seonghwa please... I want you." You said to him as he was still licking around your nipples, sending more pleasure down to the area he was currently working his fingers in.

"You want me baby? What do you want? Use your words for me pretty girl." He said as he took his thumb to your clit, rubbing soft circles around it while still fucking you with his fingers. "Please fuck me Seonghwa, need you inside... need to be close to you." Seonghwa could've sworn he fell in love with you right then and there, Your sleepy fucked out voice affecting him more than he wants it too. Fuck he truly thinks he is addicted to you at this point. "Yeah? Need me inside you baby? I'll give you what you want princess." He said as he removed his fingers from you, removing himself from your chest and moving down to press a soft kiss to your clit. "Pretty pussy's all for me baby, god I don't want anyone else to have you like this." He said as he moved on top of you and pressed his dick right at your entrance. But, he wouldn't move just yet. He wanted you to talk sweet to him a little longer, maybe even hear you beg a bit more for it.

Frustrated , you wiggle your hips to try and get him to finally give you what you need. "Please Seonghwa, please. I need you inside, want you to fill me up again. Please." You moan out and that was more than enough to get him to push himself inside you. Groaning at the feeling of you so tight and wet around him. "God, fuck princess. You're so perfect, so good for me. I'm gonna give you everything you need baby I promise. I'm right here." He said as he pushed himself to the hilt, stopping for a second so you could get used to him. However, you didn't need to get used to him. You just wanted him.

"Seonghwa I swear to fuck if you don't fucking move-" you tried to say but was cut off with a moan as he started to fuck into you profusely like it was his life goal. "What was that princess? Getting mouthy on me now? That's not how good girls are supposed to act, you wanna be my good girl don't you?" He said still fucking into you, trying to hold himself back from cumming just at the sight of seeing you look so pretty beneath him. "Wanna be your good girl Hwa, I'll be good for you." You said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to press a much more heated kiss than from the ones you were giving each other earlier.

"That's it, there's my good girl. Fuck baby you're so tight around me." He said as he buried his head in the side of your neck, biting gently and leaving more small hickies next to the ones that he gave you last night. You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter and you knew at any second it was about to break, his movements were getting sloppier and you knew it wouldn't take him much longer either. "S-Seonghwa I'm gonna cum, fuck I'm gonna cum please let me cum. Want you to fill me up, please seonghwa. Please please please." You said as you scratched your nails down his back and wrapped your legs around him, not giving him a choice on whether to cum inside you or not. "You gonna cum for me baby? Want me to fill you up so good you'll be ruined for any other man who tries to fuck you after me? Cum for me baby, show me who's good girl you are." He said as he bucked his hips into you even harder, teetering on the edge of his own orgasm but holding it off until you came first.

"FUCK SEONGHWA" you moaned out loudly you felt the knot snap and came around him the same as last night but with a much more sensual and almost love type feeling. The pulsing around him being too much for him to bear and ultimately cumming inside you. "Fuck princess, that's it. Take it all for me, that's my good girl." He said while still unloading himself inside you while you still have your arms and legs wrapped around him so tightly. He pressed more soft kisses to your lips as he fucked you through both of your orgasms, neither of you really wanting this moment to end.

"God you're so good for me princess, I swear I could cum 5 times in a row and still get it up for you." He said with a chuckle as he buried his head in your neck again. "Well I'd like to take that as a compliment Mr.Park Seonghwa." You said to him with a teasing grin and a giggle. "God please don't say my name like that, you make me sound so fucking old." He said with a slight laugh as well.

You don't know how long you lay there with him still inside you, but you do know it was long enough for the sun to rise. Both of you content with just feeling close to each other, extremely different from the night before you two shared. "Seonghwa you gotta get up." You said as you ran your fingers through his long pretty black hair as he rested his head on your chest. You didn't want this moment to end just as much as he did, but unfortunately you had to work that day. "Just a few more minutes baby." He mumbled in a sleepy voice, but you knew if you didn't get up now he was gonna fall asleep on top of you, still inside you, and still plugged from his cum dripping out of you.

"I have to work today baby, we gotta get up." You said as he let out a frustrated sigh. Must you have to conform to capitalism when he so desperately wants nothing more than to just lay like this with you all day? "You don't exactly -have- to work baby." He said with a hiss as he finally pulled out of you, leaning back on his knees to see his cum dripping from you so pretty. "I just started this job yesterday Seonghwa, yes, I -have- to go to work." You said as you grimaced at the uncomfortable wet feeling between your legs.

"Quit being pouty and come take a shower with me old man." You said as you got up and grabbed his wrist pulling him into your bathroom. "I thought I told you to not call me an old man princess." He said with a deadpanned look on his face, not exactly being amused but he could never stay irritated with you when you looked at him so sweetly like that. "Yeah well maybe you shouldn't be an old man." You said as you went over to the shower and turned it on the hottest setting, letting out a yelp when you felt Seonghwa's hard cock against you for the second time that morning. "I thought I told you to watch that mouth of yours princess."

Needless to say, he ended up fucking you again in the shower. Much more harder than he did just a few hours prior, looking at the time you realized that it was 10AM at this point. Cursing at him for letting you run late for work already, "oh my god oh my god oh my god, I can't be late Seonghwa. I literally just started this job yesterday oh my fucking god I'm not gonna get there on time at this point." You said as you scrambled around your room pulling your work clothes on in a timely fashion. Seonghwa himself also getting dressed in the clothes he was wearing the night before. "Baby it's okay I'll take you to work, how far is your job from here?" He said as he watched you frantically get ready. "Uhh?? About a 10 minute walk I think? Maybe 4 minutes by car?" You said with a panicked look on your face furrowing your eyebrows when all you see is him softly laughing at you.

"What's so funny?" You say to him with your arms crossed across your chest, not really in the mood for him laughing at you while you're freaking out over being late for work. "4 minutes by car and you're already almost ready, and it's only now 10:15 and you don't have to be there until what? 10:45? I think you'll be fine baby" he said as he got up to go over to you and wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him softly. All panic leaving your body as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "Ugh fine but you're annoying." You said as you wrapped your arms around him and held him in a tight hug for a second. "That mouth of yours is really gonna get you in trouble one day little one." He said as he rolled his eyes and pulled back from you so you can finish getting ready for work. He really didn't wanna leave you.

"Okay I'm ready." You said as you grabbed your purse and keys and went to search for your jacket but you couldn't find it, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips again. "What's wrong baby?" Seonghwa said with a raised brow as he looked your frustrated form, "I'm running late and I can't find my jacket, it doesn't matter let's just go." You tell him as you walk out the door and wait for him to follow behind you, locking it and leaving your apartment and heading down to where Seonghwas car is parked. Waiting for him to unlock the door you shoot him a look of anger, but he's not having any of it.

"Baby I'm gonna need you to lose your attitude with me okay? You're not gonna be late it's fine." He said as he held your face in his hands and looked at you with a stern look, you really didn't wanna make him upset so you just dropped it. Knowing taking your frustrations out on him was gonna get you no where. "Ugh okay I'm sorry" you said while looking at him with those same doe eyes you gave him last night. If you weren't already running late he'd drag you back up to your apartment and fuck you for a third time that morning. "There's my good girl, now get in and let's go." Removing his hands from your face and opening the passenger side door of his black Mercedes for you. Blushing at his kind gesture you get in his car and look at the time to see that's it's only just now 10:30, leaving you more than enough time to get to work with out being late.

He got into the drivers side, started the car and reached in the back seat for his jacket he kept stashed in here when he would forget his beloved leather one. "Here princess, since you couldn't find yours." he said as he set the jacket in your lap and put the car in gear to head out of your apartments parking lot. God he's doing a good job at keeping you flustered. "Where am I going?" He said as he put he fiddled around with his radio trying to find something to play on the short drive there. "Oh just turn right, it's just down the road here." You said with a blush when he rested his hand on your knee while he looked back and forth for cars coming his way. "What do you do for work love? I'm sorry I never even asked you." He said as he lightly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. "Oh I work at KYS Motors, my best friend Yeosang owns the shop. We've been friends since we were kids and thankfully he gave me a job to keep me stable for a while even though he doesn't allow close family and friends." You said to him as you looked at his side profile as he drove, good lord for a man that's pushing 40 he looks so fucking good for his age.

"Wait a minute... KYS Motors? Yeosang? Like you mean Kang Yeosang right? He's your childhood best friend?" He said as he looked at you with a shocked look on his face, he couldn't believe what he was hearing right now. "Um.. yeah? Is that a problem or something?" You say to him as you feel like you might've made him jealous or something maybe? "It really is a small fucking world haha, Yeosang has done my bike maintenance for years, we've been friends for a few years now. I had no idea he was hiding you away from me like that, I'll have to scold the little bastard when I see him." He said with the click of his tongue. "Well I've been friends with Hana for years and I only ever heard mentions of you so if you're gonna scold someone you might as well scold your sister while you're at it." You said with a smirk as you lightly tapped his shoulder, letting out a frustrated groan when you see the "KYS Motors" sign come into view.

"You are absolutely right princess I'm gonna do just that when I drop you off." He said which only made you roll your eyes, watching him stop along the curb to park his car and let you out. "You wanna come in and say hi for a second?" You asked him as he got out of his own seat and walked around to the other side of the car to walk you in. "Park Seonghwa?? Y/N?? I didn't know you knew each other?" Yeosang said as he unlocked the shop to let you both in and flip the sign to 'open'. "Oh uh- yeah we know eachother, or well we met eachother last night..." you said as you stared at your feet afraid of what Yeosang would say to you. in the midst of your panic, you forgot to cover up all the hickies Seonghwa had so graciously littered your neck with. "Met eachother last night huh?" Yeosang said as he crained his neck to look at all the purple and pink spots covering yours. He'd definitely have to keep you in the back today.

"Well it's great to know the old fuckers finally getting some, this dudes been alone for far too fucking long and trust me we're all tired of it." He said as he playfully hit Seonghwas shoulder only to have Seonghwa shoot him a glare of annoyance. "What's with all of you calling me fucking old? Shouldn't you be respectful towards your elders??" Seonghwa said in his defense. "Just stating facts here dude haha, also. If you must leave hickies on her can you at least make it to where she's actually able to cover them? Can't exactly have her walking around the front like that." Yeosang said and an immediate blush went to your face, the last thing you wanted to talk about Yeosang was your sex life, so you quickly shut it down before it went any further. "Alright! Well I'm sure this reunion has went great for the both of you, but unfortunately it's time for us to get to work Yeosang and Seonghwa it's time for you to leave. I'll walk you out to your car, Yeosang I'll be right back." You said with the blushed look still on your face, Yeosang and Seonghwa couldn't help but giggle at it. "Alright Y/N I'm sorry, Seonghwa I'll see you later man. We'll have to go out for drinks some time soon." He said has he gave him a small pat on his shoulder and went back to start working on whatever bike he had to do maintenance on that day.

"Catch you around Man it was nice seeing you, we'll plan for it soon!" Seonghwa said as you guided him out of the shop and back to his car so he could take his leave for the day. "Thank you for dropping me off Hwa, I really appreciate it." You said as you played with his fingers that were delicately resting on his hand. "No problem princess, I'm gonna pick you up when you get off later too." He said as he snaked his hands around your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Cuz I'm gonna fuck up that pretty pussy again tonight baby." He lightly bit your ear before he pulled away to look at the flustered look on your face, god he couldn't get enough of seeing you like this. "Seonghwa! I-I mean, okay... I'll see you later then." You said while trying to make sure your brain doesn't turn go mush even more so than it already has. "That's my good girl, now go in there and have a good day. I'll see you later princess." He said as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead "I'll see you later Hwa, be careful and let me know when you get home." As you turned away to walk back into the shop you couldn't help but feel a small pat of encouragement on your ass. This dude really was gonna be the fucking death of you.

"Seonghwa there you are! Where the fuck have you been? I was worried sick about you all last night when you didn't come home!" Hana said as Seonghwa stood in the entry way of their home and kicked off his shoes and pulled off his hoodie. Ultimately forgetting he didn't wear a shirt underneath it and he could hear Hana gasp behind him, "Good fucking god Seonghwa what the fuck happened to your back?!" Seonghwa looked at her with a raised brow, "What? What's wrong with it?" He said trying to feel around for what she was talking about but not feeling anything. "It's fucking covered in scratches, what even ha- OH MY GOD YOU AND Y/N FUCKED DIDN'T YOU?!" Hana said as she jumped up and down with excitement, thank fucking god her plan worked! "Is it any of your business if we did??" Seonghwa said as he rolled his eyes and walked over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. "Oh no it's not my business I'm just glad to see my plan worked, maybe you finally getting some pussy for once will you get you off my fucking ass for awhile. Glad it's Y/N though, I've seen the guys she's been with and as much as I love her. That girl definitely doesn't know how to pick them." She said as she sat on the bar stools of their kitchen watching her brother roam around in search for food probably.

"Yeah I'm not gonna discuss my sex life with my literal sister but if this was your plan the entire time then I guess I'll thank you for it, she really is great. I wanna get to know her more." Seonghwa said as he began making himself a bowl of cereal since he couldn't find anything else he wanted. "Oooh you wanna get to know her more huh? So you like her a lot. Hope you don't get too jealous when she starts to do her whole cam girl thing." Hana said with a short laugh which only caused seonghwa to shoot her a dirty look. "Yeah she's not doing that camgirl thing anymore." Seonghwa said as he walked in to the living room and plopped himself on the couch along with his bowl of cereal. "What? What do you mean she's not doing it anymore? Did she tell you that??" She said as she sat on the opposite end of the couch with a questioning look on her face. You were all for it yesterday and was so excited about buying the lingerie. So she couldn't understand why you suddenly wanted to back out of it now.

"Oh no she didn't, I'm just not gonna let her." Seonghwa said simply as he turned on the TV and scrolled through the channels to find something to watch. "You're not gonna let her? Oh what is it, now that you got a taste of her you just want her all to yourself?" Hana said with a sly grin and raised eyebrows as she looked at her brother. "That's exactly what it is." He said short and sweetly, not really giving Hana anymore room to pry about it and ultimately just dropping it since she figured he wouldn't explain any further. "Alright dude, I'm gonna head out I'm meeting up with Aera for lunch. You coming home tonight?" Hana asked as she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys, ready to head out the door. "I'm picking up Y/N from work later, don't know if she'll let me crash there tonight again so we'll see. I'll let you know... also, you finally ask Aera to be your girlfriend?" Seonghwa said with a smirk knowing that would get Hana off his ass about not coming home. "I- yes actually not that it's any of your business you fucking geezer." Hana said as she finally headed out the door with a huff. "Why must everyone call me a fucking old Jesus fucking Christ I'm not even 40 yet." Seonghwa mumbled out as he turned off the tv and got up to put his cereal bowl in the sink, deciding to head off to his room to rub one out and catch some more sleep before it was time to pick you up from work.

"Hey princess, how was work?" Seonghwa said as you got in the front seat of his car, clearly tired from the day you had and just wanting to get home. Not that work was bad or anything it's just Yeosang tasked you to clean and reorganize the entire back room which took you all day to do considering the amount and dust and grease that was caked on everything back there. "It was fine I'm just tired, I'm glad to see you though." You should him that sweet smile he likes so much and grabbed his hand. From the outside perspective of this people would think you'd been together for years rather than just meeting him last night. But for some reason you didn't mind it no matter how fast and uncommon it is. He just made you feel comfortable. "I'm glad to see you too pretty girl, do I get to spend time with you again tonight or did I over stay my welcome last night?" He says as he laces his fingers in yours and drives to your apartment complex. “No… I want you to stay please, it was nice not sleeping alone..” you said you stared out the window still holding his hand. He felt his heart almost jump at you telling him that. “Okay princess, I’ll stay with you.” He said and brought your hand up to his mouth to give it a soft kiss, “but there’s something I need to talk to you about baby.” Seonghwa said as he glanced over at you. “What is it?” You spoke back to him with a raised brow. “I don’t want you to be a camgirl.”

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aimlesspixel · 25 days

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Isat Scintillation - Side Stories V1

I more so wrote these as a way to practice getting a feel for how the different character's think and act but since they are events in my fic I figured I may as well put them out there! Please make sure to read Chapters 1 and 2 first before biting into these.

Mirabelle

Mmph, Siffrin still looks like their pushing themselves a bit to keep up this pace. Don't they know how important rest is for recovery? He doesn't want any of us to worry i bet. I know we're going to reunite Bonnie and Nile but that doesn't mean that we can't slow down.

I wonder what Bambouch is like I know it's close to the sea but not much more than that. I'll ask Bonnie sometime.

Still I can't believe we managed to save Vauguard. We really do owe Siffrin I overheard her talking to them back when we just finished discussing our plans and if she's right we really didn't have any chance at victory without them. I'm so glad that we managed to save them from the time loop.

"Mirabelle is something wrong?"

"Oh madame! No nothings wrong, just lost in thought i suppose." "Alright well I'll leave it at that then I'm not particularly good with feelings. Besides that though i was curious if you'd like to discuss books?"

"Oooh would you really?! I have so many to recommend! Like the cursing of chateaux castle! And-"

"Slow down, yes I'd love to and please don't shout in my ear."

"Oh• sorry Madame."

"You were excited, in my endless magnanimity i shall find it in my heart to forgive you this time."

"Of course Madame I thank you graciously for your forgiveness (with a giggle)."

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Odile

Working too hard huh? Siffrin definitely worked too hard back in the house especially with the almost ending the world business... It's been bothering me a while, how come Siffrin and the king both knew wish craft? I mean they did start the loops (according to that star looking fellow named loop and our conversation with them) with wish craft they accidentally did so how did they know about it?

My best guess is with the last thing the king said about his country. If they're from the same place that may explain it.

Actually that explains a few other things too like why Siffrin said they can't go home and their poor memory I mean the whole thing with the king was no one could remember his country right? I can't imagine how that would affect someone who grew up there and moved to live elsewhere before everyone couldn't remember.

"We know you're all excited to see us but we need to find an inn so we can rent a room for the night." The kids apologize and run off. Honestly I'm glad we have the time to talk with the locals and such, not having the stress of Vaugaurds imminent doom looming over is a great change of pace.

We've come through here once already but we were collecting orbs then so I'll just ask the defenders around here.

"Welcome! Welcome! Are you looking for a room today?"

It's a bit impressive how fast Vaugaurde is able to continue regular operation after such a large scale emergency. "Yes what kinds of rooms do you have?"

"We have single, double, and triple bed rooms available"

No reason to change tradition "The three bed room please."

"Of course here's the key I'll show you to the room"

The room is pretty spacious for a three bed inn room. Maybe they're treating us since we just saved Vauguard. That's probably it honestly. Well i wont deny a little special treatment as long as we're still paying properly

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The Next Side Stories collection will feature Isabeau and Bonnie btw so hopefully you're looking forward to it!

#fanfic #in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #in stars and time spoilers #isat mirabelle #isat odile #isat scintillation

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nogenderbee · 1 year

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Hey there! I've been reading your fics/works and let me tell you- They're amazing! I love your writing! I rlly like you and yoru writing style ^-^

And uhh

It says requests are open, so here I am hehe (became Micheal Jackson for a moment-)

It says that we can request a "-dere" type, so uhh

Can I request yandere Mizuki, Akito and Tsukasa angst?

If not/too much characters then maybe yandere Mizuki alphabet?^^;

Bye, have a nice day/night! Take your time hehe<3 though if you reject this request it's fine ^^

Don't forget to drink water and rest ♡

Hello! Thank you so much and I'm sorry you had to wait for so long... but hopefully you'll enjoy this! Unfortunately I don't have Yandere alphabet yet... (but I do plan on making it) So I did angst for all 3 of them! Enjoy sweetie <3

Back again to rambling in requests... wowie...

Yandere!Akito, Tsukasa, Mizuki are suspicious...

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Akito was extremely alerted on any contact you had with others in general. That's why it didn't took him look to star eyeing your new friend. He usually does it secretly and whenever you looked at him to see wht your friend was so scared about, you saw your boyfriend looking away or looking through his phone like he's bored.

But when you're finally done talking to your friend, he'll definitely approach that topic sooner or later. Maybe it'll be on your way if it happened before or if he just has bad day, or he'll be willing to wait for more hoping that it was just this once and won't happen ever again.

"Ey, what were you thinking when you were talking to them? They clearly can't bring anything nice into your life."

"They are actually pretty funny and-"

"I said, they can't bring anything nice into your life. But I can so you should focus on me and no one else, got it?"

"Well I need to have other friends as well! I get it that we're together and you're the jealous type but I can have my freedom!"

"Stop being so stubborn. I already told you to not even try! And if you do then I'll make sure you regret it. Do I make myself clear?"

He was extremely seriosu right now and you could tell by his face and voice, so you decided to give in. For now at least... you can't just abandon your friends like that after all!

But whenever you talked with your friends, they were usually avoiding you or telling you that they don't care about you and your friendship anymore, or if someone did spent time with you then you couldn't manage to contact them on the next day and longer... you knew very well who was doing all of this and it was just crazy for you! But even if you tried, you can't be against his will.

"I told you, don't look at anyone other then me or you will regret it. It's called punishments, don't misunderstand it as threats... unless it'll make you more obedient. Then look at it hovewer you want."

You can't say Tsukasa was extremely jealous or possesive, he was just a bit... clingy somtimes... sometimes too clingy even but besides keeping you in bed because he's not ready to let go yet, he never did anything against your will.

But recently you've been avoiding him and you knew it well... but you were motivated on keeping it as you were setting up a surprise gift for him and needed help of your other friends for that. It ended in you pulling away to text back and make sure your boyfriend won't see or even leaving early! He tried to be understanding but he slowly loosed his sanity while thinking that someone could've stolen you from him, so he finally decided to discuss it with you.

Today you needed to go early once again with same excuse but he wasn't about to let you go this time. This time, he made it his mission to hold you close and not let go. No matter what.

"It's important, Kasa!"

"Nothing's more important than the great future star! So just stay like that for longer!"

"You said same thing 2 hours ago... how long am I supposed to sit here with you?! Look, it'll only take 10 minutes if not less!"

"We can cuddle through these 10 minutes. So you'll stay here forever for ignoring me!"

You really wanted to go there as you wanted to give him something nice and it was your chance to get it but then again... you did ignored him for past few days and it's only natural for him to want some more attentio. So surely you can sacrifice some time to give him cuddles, right?

Mizuki had you on their eye for a really long time now and they noticed that you didn't wanted to spend as much time with them as you used to... did you got bored of them? Should they make their personality a bit more entertaining for you? They're willing to do so! But for now... they have to know the reason behind your weird behavior.

You were now hanging out in Mizuki's room, they were montaging videos for their group and you were on your phone. They noticed that you were smiling and texting someone, and it was easy to say that they couldn't take this anymore. First you don't spend time with them and now you text with someone when you can talk to them instead?!!

"Hey there! Earth to YN! Are you even paying attention to me?!"

"Ah, sorry I was kinda doing something else now..."

"Yeah, I can see that. There's definitely something more important huh? Almost like it's someone you truly love..."

"What are you talking about?! I was just-"

"Don't try to persuade me with your lies!"

They took a deep breath so they can calm down after raising their voice. They really didn't meant to do that but thought of loosing you is just too much for them.

"Sorry... I didn't meant to yell... how about we cuddle? No electronics at all!"

You didn't even had time to respond and they throwed your phone across the room not looking where. You were lucky that it landed on their chair... you were about to say something but you noticed the grip they had around your waist and also remembered how they raised their voice at you. So maybe it'll be better if you stay silent for now...

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fragile.

xiao x gn reader

warnings: angst bc its my favourite thing in the world, xiao abandoning reader, kazuha x reader at the end, not proofread, breakup

thank you for 360 followers!

please listen to fragile by laufey while reading this!

a/n: my first fic in a while (writers block://) and its a genshin fic🙏 im so sorry to my genshin followers who havent seen genshin content for so long but here u go!

27.03.2023. (also someone has noticed i accidentally put "my lady" in kazuha's part, and i'm so so sorry i didnt notice that earlier! i've changed it now, please point out any future mistakes i make since i don't proofread ^^'')

"it's dangerous for you to be associated with me."

♫♪♩grew up in a case of fragile glass, but hammer away its time to crash.

you and xiao had been dating for about seven months. it started off rough, but you both eventually managed to make it work.

however, these days, xiao had been quite distant lately, randomly disappearing at night and refusing to meet you at the wangshuu inn.

that was, until one day he called you to the rooftop of the inn, saying you both needed to talk about something important.

"it's dangerous for you to be associated with me."

♫♪♩and as it shatters let me shatter into you

your body tensed up at his words. "xiao, i knew what i was getting into when i decided to be in a relationship with you."

"y/n, im doing this for your safety. lets.. end what we have." he crossed his arms and turned to look at you. when his gaze met yours, he saw tears pile up in your eyes.

you quickly realized this, and dabbed your eyes dry. "xiao- its okay. i know that you'll protect me. we dont need to end everythi-"

"enough! dont make this harder than it already is. stop being such a bother and just listen to me."

you were taken aback by his words. he thinks of you as a bother? had he always felt like this during the seven months of your relationship? was he just with you out of pity?

".. do you really think that?" you looked up at him. his heart felt a pang of guilt, but this was the only way he could get you to listen. he was silent, and you took it as a yes.

"i-i'm sorry- i'll leave." tears were welling up in your eyes again and you turned to leave, accidentally dropping your bracelet. xiao noticed it on the ground after you left, and picked it up to inspect it.

it was the bracelet xiao gave you the day he confessed his feelings to you.

♫♪♩ the soft candle glow, the music so slow, your skin on my skin, the room is spinning

"xiao? you wanted to speak with me?" he rarely ever called for you, since it was always you who started conversations with him. you got used to it though, he was always like that even when he met you.

xiao sighed to himself and questioned why he decided to do this. after all, he was an adeptus and you were a human, there were rules and or course you couldn't possibly be able to have a relationship.

yet, xiao wanted to break those rules for you.

"y/n. you make me feel... different. you make me feel warm whenever we meet up. you're the only person i could open up to. i'm not sure what emotions i'm feeling, but is this what you humans call love?" your eyes widened at what he said. you blinked once, then twice, before taking his hands into yours.

"you're not joking, right? you're not playing with my feelings, right??" you looked up at him hopefully, and he nodded shyly. you gave him a hug and he felt your breath against his ear. "you don't know how long i was waiting for you to say that.."

♫♪♩i've never been so fragile

gone were those times, and now you both went your seperate ways. xiao would be lying if he said he hadn't loved you. this was for your safety, he reminded himself.

♫♪♩its been a year and forty days, since you picked me up and swept me away

as you ran down the stairs of wangshuu inn, tears welling up in your eyes once again as you ran as fast as you could to liyue harbor.

it was already night when you arrived to the harbor. running through the bustling streets of liyue, you accidentally bumped into someone. tears still rolling down your face, you quickly apologized before you felt a hand on your shoulder.

you looked up and saw that it was kazuha, a friend of beidou's. you only saw him once when beidou offered you a tour of her ship.

"k-kazuha?" you looked at him, tears still running down your cheeks.

"are you alright? what's got you so upset, dear?" he asked you, confusion painted all over his face. you realised you were still crying and quickly wiped away your tears. kazuha, not knowing what else to do, he pulled you into a tight embrace. he always had a teeny crush on you, seeing you around the harbor everytime beidou and her crew stopped by liyue and feeling his heart beat faster in his chest, but he overheard you and beidou talking about your s/o, xiao.

you were surprised, but you wrapped your arms around him, returning his embrace. ah, a breakup.

"i'm here.. you're alright."

"i'm sorry.. i don't want to be a bother." you said, tightening your hold on kazuha's body.

he pulled away to look down at you, your eyes meeting. "you could never be a bother to me, y/n."

for some reason, in that moment, you felt a pair of eyes on you.

#genshin impact xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao x reader #xiao x gn!reader #xiao angst #xiao x reader angst #kazuha x reader #kazuha genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader angst #genshin impact angst #genshin angst

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spyroforlife · 5 months

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23!

23.What work of yours would you like to have the biggest impact on the fandom?

Ooh.. tbh that's a tough one because I don't necessarily WANT to have a big impact on fandom at all, I'm just out to write self-indulgent lil things I enjoy and hopefully get feedback from people who come across my writing and also enjoy it, I write for myself but I also love discussing my works with others.

Storytime but I once had a very impactful fanfic, though this was while I was in the Gravity Falls fandom and it was midway through season 2, a VERY active time to be in the fandom. I wrote a BillDip fanfic called Payment in Blood that was pretty much just spawned from me drawing some stereotypical dark!Dipper corrupted by Bill Cipher artwork, and I thought. Hey I could turn this into a story. So I did, and what started out as a needlessly violent and gorey dark fic written for shits and giggles gained a huge following, to the point that you probably couldn't be a BillDip fan in late 2014 to 2015 and not know about it. I had people giving me suggestions to incorporate into the storyline and popular artists were drawing fanart for me, and when I showed up in art livestreams people would get all excited about me being there and want to discuss the story with me

Of course in livestreams I always made sure to gently redirect attention back to the artist, it felt rude to talk about my own stuff while someone else is sharing their art process with us, but it was really overwhelming tbh?? It was a LOT of attention to have on me and I felt a lot of pressure to make sure the story was absolutely perfect, and I think by the end I was really running out of steam and struggling to wrap it up. I DID manage to finish the story, it even got a sequel, and looking back on it I'm satisfied with what it is. And the story inspired a lot of new stories and artwork and I love that so many people got inspired to create because of PiB. But I'll always remember that as a very strange time in my life

So I guess what I'm getting at is that while it's fun to THINK about having a popular work that has a lot of impact on the fandom and everyone knows about it, having experienced that before, I can honestly say I can take it or leave it. I LOVE when I can inspire people to make things, if someone gets an idea from something of mine and wants to spin it into their own story, absolutely! Please! And I love having discussions about the characters and their choices, and about my planning, and ideas that were considered but ultimately abandoned, etc. Having a popular fic is fine. But idk. I don't think I'd like it if a story of mine got so popular that other people who aren't interested are getting bothered about if they've read it. I wouldn't want discussions about it dominating a tag that should be more general. I certainly wouldn't want to get harassed over a story of mine, or worse, someone ELSE getting harassed just because they openly enjoyed it. I can handle rude Internet tough guys. But I would never want other people being attacked because I made something popular and people liked it and other people think that's bad

idk if that makes sense but yeah. Sorry if this is really rambly, it's just that I genuinely am unsure if I want to make an impact on fandom, instead I just kinda like being in my own corner and if other people wanna come into my corner and hang out, that's great! But I don't really need to make anything that EVERYONE knows about. While there's good sides to that, there's negatives as well, so eh. I just don't know.

But as an apology for such a long-winded answer. If I did need to choose one to have an impact. You know what.

Triple Life because omegaverse (sorta) Life series season is SUCH a ridiculous fucking idea and I'm so glad for the post that made me go "haha what if" and then actually write it. I think it'd be funny if people were doing like. Analysis and fanart and shit about this story of mine in particular. Look at my smutty Life series fanfic, boy

#youvebeenjynxed #mcyt #triple life #trafficblr #trafficshipping #ask games #writing #my writing

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baekhvuns · 4 months

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SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING 😭😭😭😭 everytime I wanted to shoot you an ask I was like "I wanna write a longer message, so let me do it later" and yeah later turned out to be a looooot later WTF MY LAST MESSAGE WAS IN THE BEGINNING OF AUGUST 😮😮😮😮 how and when... time is not real seriously it's insane. What did you think happened to me? 😅

Lewis said NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVE, he is craaaaazy. Hopefully it'll end well for him, but the fuck is he oooooon. My friend needs to be strong, keeping her in my thoughts & prayers, cause she DOES NOT fuck with Ferrari at all. Imagine if I had to support Barca or Tottenham 😅 Damn the news about Klopp shocked me, Liverpool is doing so well, I guess it's better to leave when you're still successful. It's a shame he feels burnt out, but I get him

Omg, graduation, my child Baeksussy is growing so fast! You'll be free from your Avocado Uni soon, excited, nervous?

Stop not the rom coms and thinking about me ahshsjshajaja, romance is not dead <3 Any interesting WIPs? I haven't read fanfiction in 100 years, actually I haven't read much at all, my brain is all rotten 🙃

I hope 2024 is better for everyone, but I don't have high hopes, lmao. I just wanna survive winter, still trying to beat seasonal depression before I enter my allergy era. I spent my birthday as well as NYE SICK AND ON MY PERIOD BECAUSE IT CAME A WEEK LATE.

Yeah the job in Seoul highkey scares me cause I haven't worked full time like that in a long time, but I need a lot of money and it can actually help me a lot. I'm trying to do something more with my life, but idk if I'll manage, I don't smoke nor drink anymore so how am I gonna cope??? The good side is that I'm getting a really nice apartment and a car too from the company 😌

Meeting Yuta again would be an achievement, meanwhile I saw some other NCT members and Mr Xiaojun like 5 times 😭 when I finally got an opportunity to talk to him he signed my pc <3 I alsl came across Changbin, Yeonjun and Dino once, and Itzy while they were filming something. I went to bunch of NCT concerts in the past few months, I still have more to attend including Ten's con FINALLY TEN SOLO!!! I also saw SVT, SKZ and a few smaller groups, my last one was Everglow a few days ago <3

I miss being a massive Shinestar, there were a few anniversaries of my fan calls with him recently and I got sentimental. But yeah I don't speak to that many hardcore Atinys anymore so I'm not up to date with Atz. It's pretty sad, but maybe it'll change in the future. On the other hand I prefer to be more casual. Casual... meanwhile I gave so much fucking money to SM IT'S SICKKKK. I enjoy kpop music-wise still, but you're right something is a bit off lately...

In my defense, hear me out: I've only spent like 3 days in Vancouver! I barely registered what was happening, cause my friend and I were helping her friend who was giving birth 😭😭😭 she was not supposed to give birth at that time 😬. So if you by any chance were also birthing a child at BC Women's Hospital then perhaps we met! I also remember going to a food place called The Naam I believe as well as one really good, yet tiny Vietnamese vegan one. Oh and I visited a university, not yours though, but imagine agsjdhsjsjajddjskh

But okay I deserve the lashings! So I'll be your euro guide once you visit the old continent 💜 - DV 💖

i responded to this ask FOUR times 😭😭😭 & gave up bc it won’t load (this ask from u is still so surreal)

6 MONTHS OF NOTHING I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER COMING BACK 😭😭😭😭 i actually genuinely thought something must’ve happened at your travel bc the last time u messaged me u said you were either hiking or in a jungle so no service or something and when u stopped responding i was like “omg the forest got to anon” 😭😭😭

he REALLY BE LIKE THAT ???? hoping he gets his 8th, id celebrate like i won it,,, but it also makes me think— this year abu dhabi would be the last time he’d driver as a merc driver, goes to ferarri w/ 100 million a year,,, possible free cars from ferarri -> retirement soon,,, THIS IS TOO MUCH MR MERCEDES U CANT GO 😭😭 LMFAOOO i cannot wait for ur friend to turn up in all red apparel ready for a therapy session, she a real tifosi LMAOOOOO no fr 10 years is a long time i get his situation as well + focusing more on his family, it would be crazy if he went to barca id probably die

this is so accurate

wait omg did u also hear about what horner might have done 😀 and the fact that he and newey have a contract where if one leaves, the other follows = which in my delusional tifosi mind can only say NEWRY TO FERARRI 2024/2025 FERARRI WDC HAMILTON 8TH TITLE LECLERC FIRST TIME WDC

Omg, graduation, my child Baeksussy is growing so fast! You'll be free from your Avocado Uni soon, excited, nervous?

no really! a little TOO fast everything’s a lil too fast 😭😭 free from avocado 😭😭 iM very nervous actually but i can’t wait to leave it so i don’t have to worry about assignments being due 8am in the morning or having any classes at that, gonna get a few tats and enter the real world 😭😭😭 this uni took years off my life

romance is not but i may be soon fbkafjak nO NONE WIPS 😭😭 just dreams that would seem very real if i were to convert into a wip,, im on the same boat as u, i just stopped reading (also probably bc so many authors also left) i read like those older ones once in a while to feel something

JCJCKCJCKC STOP THATS THE FUCKING WORST (also u might hAVE recently had ur birthday so happy belated birthday!!!!) do u ever have high hopes and then those hopes just fall to the pits of the earth <3

hopefully this job gives u loads of moolah $$ so u can travel to more places!! you’re going to sk and the drinking culture there anon 😭😭 them bosses would be pissed if you didn’t drink bfwmdbwk OH???? A CAR AND AN APART??? OKAY THIS IS BIG GIRL MONEY AND A BIG GIRL JOB WOAH ANON WHERE TF ARE U WORKING 🤚🏻 MF SAMSUNG???

this entire thing ‼️100% i have a few friends who i listen to the albums with when they drop one, engage in discussions abt the song choices and then go to the concerts just not a whole content type of person anymore idk if they’re doing some interviews or shows but i find out about it like a while later bc im just so out of the loop,, LMFAOOOO TO SM FHKWHDKWHDKW SM DOWNFALL HAPPENINGG something really is! idk maybe it’s like the star factor groups once used to have that’s just not existent as much? heard about teddy’s new gg & it looks very promising lots of star factors and an actual nepo baby but it’s likely not gonna be meeting up to the expectations

anon you gotta be fucking kidding me right now YOU WERE 15 MINUTES AWAY FROM ME IM GONNA ANBFMWFHWKDW COMBUST GET THE FUCK OUT ???? I WAS JCJCKCJ RIGHT MF THERE 🔫 omg is the friend okay?? the baby??? birthing a child (added to ur resume),, YOU WENT TO NAAM??? ITS SOO GOOD ISNT IT!!! i will give u my step (it’s like u add a bunch of restaurants or places you’ve been to, kind like a itinerary) account for foods in canada OR better yet u give me urs so i can be prepared 🫡

u must’ve visited the rival university, fuck them actually, it’s time u come to my jail or a university with its brutalism architecture <3 im gonna assume u went to the bc’s uni which sucks ass in my opinion, avocado uni was and is >>>> sorry like imagine u come to my uni and walk past me and then have the audacity to send me an ask “hey baek sussy i went to ur uni today!” AND I LOSE MY SHIT

But okay I deserve the lashings! So I'll be your euro guide once you visit the old continent 💜 - DV 💖

you absolutely do,, absolutely i cannot wait!! i might even go twice that year! AND GIVE U YOUR LASHINGS THERE it would be really funny if u take me to spain and it’s an el classico night..

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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Helloooo Stinky, how are you??

Hopefully you enjoyed your weekend and relaxed a bit! ❤️

I just discovered that after work, people can just disconnect!? Like they don't think about everything that happened and what else shit needs to be done. LIKE HOW CAN THEY PLS, I WANNA KNOW 😭😭

(lol, I know I'm an overthinking mess but I didn't realise that it's THAT BAD).

However I felt like shit these days and my only thoughts were about work and overstressing about a lot of issues, so I'm back at my need for fluff and comfort from the one and only Chuuya (where's this man when you need him, istg he's the only one I need)

I'm really snappy because I'm stressed out and I can't sleep properly or I wake up having nightmares about work. Imagine just telling this mf that I wake up at 6 am because I remember smthg that needs to be done at work. He'd get angry, not at me but at the job. He would have beef with all the managers I have at work. I think that at first he'd be annoyed but seeing it impacts a lot of his s/o life, and seeing her spiraling all over again he'd get concerned. Like really concerned.

"Doll, that's really not good for you, you can't keep going on like that"

He'd try he's best to understand why she can't unwind (good luck boy neither me nor my therapist can understand why I can't unplug after work).

Then he'd just start doing all sorts of things to get her out of the house and change environments. He'd keep reminding me "love, it's just a job, you can change it whenever you want". He'd give a lot of hugs and would stress a lot if sent out on a mission for more than one day and have to leave her alone.

(he's burning the place down for sure)

I'll probably spam you in the next few days with scenarios or ideas about this which come to my mind so I'm sorry in advance.

no need to apologize, feel free to send me anything! :D

I hope your weekend was good as well and that you were able to relax a little bit from everything that has been going on :) <3

I realized my reply will be long, so I will put read more LOL

LOLOL, as for work yeah, I used to be like that too, waking up and sweating myself over stuff, literally my mind was flooded with work 24/7 and constant anxiety as to what will happen. The thing is once you start working in more stable environment it's a bit easier to chill afterwards. Stuff will still happen, but it won't affect you as much because it won't be pure peer pressure on you only. So, I hope you will be able to find a place like that and slowly learn to disconnect and unwind. Job is job, it's something that ends once your shift is done, period. No need to let it exhaust you when you are not there, you deserve to have a chill time afterwards. Finding ways to unwind and relax, get out of your head is very important. Through walking, cooking, art - whatever you are able to do :) You can't unplug most likely because of a control issue. There is a belief that the more you think about it - the more in control you are, which you are not. Just let those thoughts pass like little leafs in the water and keep reminding yourself that you do not need control over work while at home :)

that's very true about chuuya!! he would also help you to find healthier ways to let out all the stress and anxiety after work and remind you how important rest is. Because if you are "resting" but worrying the whole time - it's not really rest at all. So, he would find some ways...maybe book you a spa day or make one at home, give you a nice massage, keep you occupied with movies or cooking or something like that! Before bed, he would make sure he cuddles you and gently takes care of you so you fall asleep first and he would deeefinitely have beef with your work place, probably giving them bad reviews while you are asleep and cussing them out in the comments LMAOO

#stinkyanswers #chuuya lover <3 #i hope you have been doing a bit better!! sending you lots of love and hugs :) <333 #and chuuya would take great care of you he told me btw :3 <3 #me and him are on our way to burn your workplace as we speak

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icharchivist · 2 years

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Ajfhajssh my ask may be cursed. Sorry if you got like. 2? other asks about it, but I was wondering if you received a Bubz in YouTuber AU ask. Or an ask about that ask.

I kinds hope you didn't at this point cause If you did I'd be spamming your inbox, which sorry if I am. The first time I think I sent it to a pokemon Tumblr person instead of you, and the second time I included a gif that invalidated the ask I think. Sorry if I end up spamming you!

omg nonny

i legit didn't get any asks about Bubs on my ask so it seems like the curse followed you in there. Though i must admit your struggles are a bit funny, though i am so sorry you had to go through all of them. I really hope the pokemon person will appreciate the random "let's talk about (probably the demon) Beelzebub owning a youtube channel", i hope it lights up their day.

My theory is that it's Bubs himself who cursed you to stop the ask from coming my way because he knows what we're doing and he refuses to let it happen to his image. He's trying to stop us. But he's not going to manage it! We are stronger!

If you have specific thoughts about it, please do share them again, i hope this time Tumblr is strong enough to withstand the way Beelzebub is trying to stop us.

As it is i have been thinking about how to put Bubs in the AU and i admit it's a hard one because i feel like Bubs would have too much pride to come on Youtube, but also would be too wounded on his pride with the idea of Lucilius becoming more popular than him. There's also the fact that nothing will stop him to just come on the camera to flex his muscles. A lot of potential there, but i would love to see if you have any ideas i can lash on to explore that more :3c

Take care nonny!! and hopefully next time tumblr won't eat the ask 🤞

#though fair warning i'm going to bed like. rn it's past midnight and i'm exhausted #so i'm sorry i'll end up leaving you on read once you hopefully! manage to pass your message to me #but i'll get to it tomorrow for sure #:3c take care nonny!#ichareply #anonymous #(oh and also just to be sure: even if you ended up spamming my inbox i wouldn't be mad)#(i know Tumblr's ability to eat messages i would have imagined that was why)#(so don't worry ;O)#ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging gbf #ichablogging wmtsb #wmtsbythc

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twjournals · 3 years

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So Wrong It's Right

Sequel: What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, DUB-CON, manipulation, age gap, drinking

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and all negativity will be blocked.

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Your life was far from where you thought you would be. It was sad to say, but you were anything but a role model. Yet May still tolerated you, regardless of Peter. Maybe she used you as an example to show Peter what not to be or maybe she was just too good of a friend to leave you on your own. To say the least, your life was a mess but you could not be more grateful to have a friend like May.

"Peter, go get me a wet rag, please," May spoke quietly. Peter left your side once he helped May get you over to the couch. You were beyond the limits that someone should be drunk.

You were in a fit of hiccups, giggling to yourself as May bent down to take off your heels. You had far too many drinks, that much was clear.

"Maaay, you.." you hiccupped, "are suuuch a good.." you hiccupped again, "friend."

May shook her head with a sigh, taking in the drunken sight of you. She was not sure how you managed to let yourself get this far gone, but every time you would drink, this is how you ended up. Either you had zero limits or you loved to push the limits you did have.

"Pet-" May started to call over her shoulder, but Peter was already hurrying in the room with his hands full.

"I'm here, Aunt May." Peter reminded and she watched as Peter sat the trash can nearby the couch. He then placed the bottle of water on the table with some medicine for the headache he knew would come with your awake in the morning. He kneeled down beside you on the couch, pressing the rag to your forehead.

May only smiled to herself as she pulled the blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and pulled it over your figure. She didn't say anymore. Peter had seen his Aunt May take care of you many nights when you were so shit-faced it was a wonder you could still see faces.

Your head was propped up against a pillow on the couch as Peter wiped your forehead with the cool rag. Your skin was burning up. Peter could not help but wonder how you let yourself get like this. You were quite a few years younger than May, but it amazed him how different the two of you were to be the best of friends.

You were fast asleep in no time, making Peter smile as his eyes gazed over your face. He had always thought you were so beautiful. Too precious to be taken advantage of by the guys you went after. He witnessed many nights when you had told Aunt May about a new guy you had hooked up with. Everyone knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand, but Peter could not help but hate any guys that touched you only for only their benefit.

It was not until you had eventually settled down with a guy you had met from one of your nightstands that you finally stopped ending up on May's couch. You had moved on with your life, still keeping in contact with May every now and then. You were happy. Not just the sex but he was truly seemed like a guy you could see yourself spending forever with.

You had stopped drinking. You had stopped going out to parties. After the first year, you had moved into the city and got an apartment together. Another year later, you guys were engaged and everything seemed to fall into place. After 3 years, the wedding was right around the corner.

Your world moved at a quicker pace now considering all the things you needed to get done before the wedding. In between work and house chores, you were planning for your big day.

As time went by, you were so wrapped up in your own little world you did not notice the slow-burning flame in your partner slowly being put out. While your plans had been coming together, your relationship was falling apart. You had for the most part ignored all the signs and assumed he was having a bad day. It amazed you how many he was having. When you would try to talk to him, it seemed useless since you could never get him to talk about it. In reality, it all brewed into something bigger. It all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been working later hours than usual for extra money. It wasn't cheap, but you had told yourself it was okay to want the things you wanted. After all, this was going to be your first and hopefully wedding. You wanted everything to be perfect. You even tried to get opinions from your fiance to include his vision of it, but he insisted you were better at this sort of thing. You couldn't argue with that.

You wrapped up your work at the office fairly early so you decided to call it a night and surprise your fiance. You felt like everything was on track. One night worry-free was much needed. You had earned it.

You pushed open the front door to your apartment before walking through the living room into the kitchen. You sit your keys on the counter, placing your bag on the stool by the counter. You peered around the apartment for a moment. All the lights were off and it was quiet. Had he already gone to bed? You checked the time.

7:13pm

You were surprised you did not hear his game or at least him yelling at it. You started down the hallway to the bedroom you shared, staring at the closed door. Why was it closed when it was just him? You shook the thought a little too soon. Maybe if you had just thought a little longer, you would have prepared yourself for what was on the other side.

You pushed the door open just a little to see inside when you heard a faint moan from the other side. Your heart stopped. You stood in shock taking in the sight of the man you were in love with hovered over another girl in your bed under your covers. Your face was hot in embarrassment, anger. You were feeling so many things right now you could not think straight. You were hurt.

"Are you serious??" You blurted out, causing them both to jump to try and cover themselves.

"You're sick, Chris." She shoved his chest, pushing him off of her as she quickly got out of the bed. "He told me you guys were no longer together."

She scowled as she hurried to gather her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. If it were even possible, your eyes could have burned holes through the girl. You were in disbelief. Your jaw would have already been on the floor if it wasn't connected to your face.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed as she hurried past you out of your apartment.

You were left to deal with Chris. You starred at him with tears kissing your eyes.

"I-"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. "Don't."

"I can explain." He started to get out of the bed to dress.

"There's nothing to explain, Chris." You stared at him, trying to restrain yourself from coming across the room and punching him in the face for acting like an explanation could even justify his actions.

"She meant nothing to me." He started to walk over to you.

“You told her we weren’t together. How is that nothing?”

“It felt like we weren’t. You were so busy.” He tried to touch your arm but you shoved his hand away.

"Don't you dare think about touching me when you were just touching another woman." You looked at him with dark eyes, struggling to fight back the cry. He wasn't worth your tears. "I want you to get out."

"Get out?! Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe you could have thought that through."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair frustrated. "It doesn't have to be like this. Can't we just talk this out?"

"No!" You shouted at him, making his eyes grow wide. You could tell he wasn't telling this as seriously as you. "I don't want to look at you right now." You turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arms to turn you to face him.

"Please. Look, I can- I can stay on the couch tonight. I'll give you your space and when you're ready we can talk about it. I was wrong for that. I fucked up and I'm sorry." You yanked yourself from his hold.

"You can give me space by leaving. Pack yourself a bag and go."

"I love you, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you."

You shook your head as your eyes wandered over the bed to where they once were before meeting his eyes. "You mean you never meant to get caught."

He sighed before hanging his head in defeat and walking by you to gather up some of his things. You didn't move from your spot. Only stared at the mess of a bed. The place you made love to him while he made love to another. You listened to the front door close behind him on his way out before you finally covered your face, letting the tears fall.

For days, weeks, all you could seem to do was feel sorry for yourself. You couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. No matter how many calls you received, you let them ring through to voicemail. Everything you had felt for him was in ruins. You changed for him. You let yourself grow for him and even that wasn't enough. After all the time you spent picking up after him, cooking, cleaning, planning, staying loyal for crying out loud. You didn't know what else he could of you.

You had called off the wedding in the time you stayed closed up in your apartment. Even took some time off of work to handle it all. You took that time to gather every piece of him scattered around the apartment and packed it up. You wanted to end this as painless as possible aside from the pain you were already feeling. You had thrown away the sheets and replaced them, even get a new comforter and it still didn't feel the same anymore to lay in your bed. You stared at your phone beside you as it lit up for what felt like the hundredth time. You finally sighed, lifting the phone. You knew without even looking at the name it was from him.

You canceled the wedding? It doesn't have to be like this. I still love you, Y/n. You were so busy with work and all the planning. You abandon me. Whenever I wanted your attention, you were always too tired to pay any attention to me.

It's like the girl I fell in love with was gone. Some time ago, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me now it’s like I have to beg you to touch me.

You're being selfish.

You can't be THAT mad, Y/n. I’m a man. I have needs. You were busy and she was willing to help. We can fix this. Don’t give up 3 years. Don’t give up on me.

There were loads more, but you could not care to bother reading the rest. You tossed your phone back down on the bed, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn't owe him anything, not even a response. The girl he was talking about was not gone. She was only on hold to plan a wedding by herself and it was more stressful than he knew. You wanted to forget everything that had happened. You wanted to forget you wasted 3 years of your life planning on growing old with this man.

You weren't sure how you had got this far and with that being said, May wasn't either. You had talked May into joining you to a night out at a club. She needed a night to herself and you needed a break from everything. Along with that, if you had stayed inside that house a moment longer, you might have gone insane.

"You're going to be hammered if you keep on like that." May reminded with a laugh, both of you clinging onto the bar and each other for the extra support. You thanked the bartender as he pushed your last round of shot glasses in front of the two of you.

You smiled, passing a glass to May before keeping one for yourself.

"We can only hope." You winked at the bartender who only chuckled before clinking your shot glass with hers and downing your shot.

Your throat was already numb from all the alcohol you had already numbed it with. May wasn't far behind you. You took your final shot, grinning and pulling May along with you to the dancefloor to get lost in the sea of people. You threw your arms around May's, moving your hips as you both danced to the music.

This was the therapy you needed. Sometimes you had longed for nights like this. You had freedom. You had no worries, aside from worrying who you might wake up beside. But you had fallen in love and even though you had grown up, you had not nearly grown out of this lifestyle. It was all too familiar.

"Hey! I'm going to the bathroom! I'll be back!" May moved closer to you, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. You nodded, watching her pushing her way through the crowd of people to get to the ladies' bathroom before easing yourself back into your dancing.

You swayed, grinding your hips with the rest of the crowd. You weren't the slightest bit bothered to be dancing by yourself. You used to lose yourself on the dancefloor for hours days after days years ago.

"I've missed this." You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, startling you when their hands landed on your hips with your sway. They pulled you back against them, catching you off guard. "I've missed you." He mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure your mind was not playing tricks on you. It wasn't. You prayed it was an old one-night stand, but of course, it was the one person you were trying to get away from.

"It doesn't work like that, Chris." You dropped your hands down to his on your hips, trying to push them off your hips but they only hold you tighter. "Get- get off of me." You gritted through your teeth as your eyes glared at him. "Get off!" You raised your voice.

"Now, now, let's not cause a scene. You've had quite a bit to drink haven't you?" He wrapped your arms around your figure, making your blood run cold as his body pressed to yours.

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your fiance. You are my business."

"Ex." You corrected him. His nose flared slightly.

"You really want to go there? You're nothing without me. You're shit-faced in the middle of the club and you can't even accept my help?" He growled and you pushed on his arms.

"I don't need your help."

"You're drunk. You don't know what you need." He spat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your argument. "I think I've got it from here." You looked up to put a face to the voice, your eyes widening slightly.

"And you are?" Chris didn't budge while staring down Peter as if challenging him.

Peter was reaching his hand out for yours. "Her boyfriend." You stared up at Peter in shock at how much he had changed over the years and he smiled reassuringly.

Chris stiffed slightly and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into you. "Is that true?"

You didn't take your eyes off of Peter, taking a hold of his hand and letting him pull you out of Chris's arms. "Yes." Your voice was hushed.

Chris scowled. "Wow. I wish you luck there, man. She's a real catch." He laughed, making you look down. You couldn't believe he was really trying to ruin your night when he had already ruined everything else.

Peter only snaked his arm around your waist, letting his hand settle on your hip while his eyes never left Chris's. "She certainly is." He agreed. He gave your body a warm squeeze, grabbing you closer into his embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

With that, he guided you through the crowd off of the dance floor.

"You okay?" He finally broke the silence once he got you back to the bar, sitting you down on one of the stools.

You nodded, letting your eyes wander up to him as he motioned the bartender over. "I'm just curious as to why you're here right now. Aren't you supposed to be in college?"

He smiled as he pulled out his wallet to pay your tab and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head. "No, no. I can pay for my own."

"What if I insist?"

"You don't have to, honestly. I have money."

You started to reach into your purse for some cash but Peter covered your hand, giving you another reassuring smile.

"You'll have plenty of other times to pay. I'll get it this time." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat, giving him a playful scowl. He only grinned, proceeding to pull some cash from his wallet to give to the bartender.

"You didn't answer my question." You continued as he turned back to you.

"I'm still college. I just sometimes stay with Aunt May on the weekends."

"And you just so happened to be here?"

Peter chuckled, pointing in May's direction as she stumbled over her feet returning back to the two of us. "Aunt May called."

You raised your eyebrow, looking over at May as she stood beside you now. "You called Peter?"

"Someone has to get you back home." She reminded you and you hit her arm slightly, tilting your head.

"May, I could have got a taxi or an uber. You didn't have to call him for me." You scowled at her and she shook her head in a tsking manner.

"No, no, no. I called Peter so I can rest assured you got home safely and not by some random stranger."

You rolled your eyes slightly and Peter butted in with an awkward chuckle. "I really don't mind. I don't consider this anything out of the way. I'd rather it be me than some stranger or someone." He noticed him giving the floor a swift scan around the three of you.

"Fine." You pouted your bottom lip slightly before rising from your seat at the bar. "You guys make me feel irresponsible or something." You grabbed a hold of May's arm and pulling her with you to the exit of the club while Peter followed behind the two of you.

"Are you coming?" You muttered over to May and she shook her head.

"Happy is here." Just as the words left her mouth when you started out the door, you spotted Happy parked in front of the building to pick up May. "Peter isn't too bad of a driver." You stopped in front of Happy's car.

"Oh goody, rest secured." You muttered and she laughed. Your arms looped around May's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad to have you back. Message me when you get home." You told her and Happy a quick goodnight before letting her go.

Peter led you over to his car, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side for you. You settled comfortably in the front seat, leaning your head back against the headrest. You didn't like how it felt as if you couldn't take care of yourself, but you were in no position to complain when Peter Parker had yet again saved the day.

Peter glanced over at you in the passenger seat from time to time as he drove the distance to your apartment. He tried to keep the glances quick to keep you from noticing. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. It had been years since he had actually seen you, but you seemed like the Y/n he still remembered. Not that it was anything bad. He adored you then, and now a bit more.

He had always had the hots for you for as long as you remembered. Of course, you never minded when you ended up staying with him and Aunt May. You were always kind to Peter and he did his best to nurse you back to health to take on the hangover that awaited you the next morning.

He had never forgotten what you said to him one day while you were sick from the night before. You had been clinging onto the toilet and he had taken the opportunity to hold your hair back out of your face to keep from getting anything in it.

You sighed as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. You leaned against the toilet miserably. That was the day you learned to stay away from tequila.

"I hope I meet a guy at least half as amazing as you someday, Peter."

No doubt did the compliment find its way to his cheeks. He blushed a deep shade of red. He tried to restrain himself from making a big deal but it was a big deal to him. Though he knew he didn't stand a chance right now with his age, it meant if he had been of age, he had a chance. He thought about it even when you had stopped coming around so much. He knew this was all a coping method for you. You were hurting then and he could tell by the way you seemed toward the guy back there that there was more to that counter.

He noticed your shiver as you stared out the window. You mentally cursed yourself for wearing something this revealing. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself a little. Peter reached behind him in the back seat to retrieve a hoodie of his he always forgot in the car and handing it to you.

"Here." He offered before fumbling with the heat in the car. He smiled at your quiet thank you, putting your arms in the hoodie and pulling it close for warmth with putting it all the way on. He tried to control the big grin threatening to break across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to keep seeing me like this." You looked over at Peter as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how thankful you were for him in times like this. It was embarrassing how many times this had happened but you were still thankful Peter didn't think any less of you.

"You really don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.

“I really do though. I feel like you’ve taken care of me enough. I’m grown, you know? It should be the other way around.” You giggled and Peter glanced over at you.

“I’m 21.” He reminded you.

“And I’m pushing 30.”

“You’re 28. You’re still young.” He chuckled.

“Almost 29!” You huffed as he pulled into the parking lot to your apartment. “My point is- you know what my point is.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your frustration. Your age didn’t matter to him. He could always settle for his MJ, his best friend, but seeing you tonight relit the flame to his crush for you. There was just something about you.

He parked the car in the parking lot, walking around to your side to open the door for you. You slid your arms out of his hoodie and leaving it in the seat as he helped you out of the car. You could feel the shots hitting you all at once when you stood. You stumbled out in your heels, grabbing onto Peter’s arms for support.

“Easy now.” He held onto your waist as he guided you to your apartment, asking for your keys. He took your keys when you dug them out of your pocket, letting you in your apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice all the little things he did for you. You kicked off your heels at the door, stumbling over your own two feet again as you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom. You could hear Peter in the kitchen getting you a bottle of water from the fridge along with some medicine from the medicine cabinet.

You sat on the bed when you hear his footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom. You looked up at him, pouting your bottom lip out slightly when you saw him with a bottle of water and medicine for the headache to come.

He set them down on your nightstand, noticing your pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, you’re seriously too good to me.” You sighed.

“How’s that?” He looked down at you as he towered over you.

You motioned over to the stuff he had placed on your nightstand and frowning. “All of this. You- you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I want to. I would want it done for me if I were ever in your shoes.”

You laughed slightly at the thought of Peter drunk and you smiled to yourself. “I would definitely be there anytime you needed me.”

You thought back to all the time you had ever been drunk, remembering all the time you woke up to water and medicine from him. Only from him. Even a trash can in case you were to ever get sick, but you never got that with Chris. You always took care of him, but no one ever took care of you. You shook your head with a frown. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but it felt like you were slowly falling apart. He wasn't worth your tears, yet he was always the cause of them.

He kneeled down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Why am I never enough?”

His eyes widened at your words. “You are more than enough and anyone who doesn’t see that, who doesn’t appreciate you and the things you do for them doesn’t deserve you.” He corrected you, his thumb stroked over your jaw as he held your face to keep your attention.

You didn't know what to say. All you could do was stare. Your eyes scanned over his face before stopping at his lips. Don't. Don't you do it. You mentally told yourself. You couldn't control the effect the alcohol had on your mind and your actions. You tried to fight back the urge but the alcohol only pushed down the buriers you had built.

Your lips smashed against his firmly, catching him by surprise. He was frozen about your lips for a first, in shock, this was actually happening but he surely gave in the kiss. Your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulling him onto the bed with you without breaking the hungry desperate kiss. His body hovered over yours as your fingers curled against his shirt, gripping on it. You knew it was wrong. It was so wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your smaller hands slid underneath his shirt, brushing your hands over his defined abs. He was sculpted by a God. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to miss his chance to prove himself to you. He wanted to take care of you.

Your lips parted for air even though you left like you could hardly catch your breath when his lips started to kiss down your neck. Your hands tugged on his shirt until you started to pull it up and over your head.

His hands pushed your tight dress up the curves of your body, tossing it beside the bed once he peeled it from your body. Your lips still tingled from the loss of his and you whined quietly, your hand grasped the curls at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

He kissed your lips passionately and letting your lips mold together. He could taste the alcohol on your tongue but it didn't bother him any. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a teen. Your fingers worked desperately to undo his jeans, feeling his bulge already through his pants before your hands pushed his pants off of his hips along with your boxers.

You were so desperate. You couldn't stop the whine that escaped against his lips. "Peter, please..." His cock twitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He dragged your panties down your legs swiftly, placing himself back between them when he spread them open again. He peppered light kisses to your lips as he dragged the tip of precum-coated tip through your folds, not wasting any time to give you what you wanted.

You cried out as you clung to Peter's bareback, feeling his cock stretching you in all the ways you craved. You moaned out, letting him swallow them in a kiss as his hips rolled into yours again and again. He sighed in pleasure against your lips as your walls invited him in. You were even better than he could have imagined.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His lips covered your body in his kisses, admiring every part of your body as it sang for him. This was nothing like what you used to. He pressed small kisses against your bottom lip, nibbling on it as your core ached with a building climax. Your legs wrapped around his hips, causing you to gasp at the deeper strokes.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan drawing from your parted lips. Your fingers held onto Peter's hair as he hit that spot over and over, making your eyes roll slightly. You needed so badly for him to stop, but you couldn't bring the words to the surface.

"Oh my god..." Your core tightened with every deep thrust. His cock touched parts of you no guy had ever. You had never felt a climax so fast or so strong. "Please don't stop..." You couldn't fight the words from coming out. Your grip tightened on his dark hair, feeling yourself falling apart with an orgasm with every thrust.

"You're so pretty when you cum." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was not far behind you by the way your walls sucked him in, milking him for all he was worth.

"Do it again. I want to make you cum again." He groaned against your chest as his tongue dragged over your hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it teasingly before letting out a groan against your warm skin. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to end. "You feel so good, Y/n..."

His hand reached between the two of you, rolling his fingers over your clit in circles. You gripped onto his wrist at the overpowering feeling. You were soaked to the core. This man made you crumble.

"I-I'm gonna cum.." His voice cracked slightly as your walls clenched around him tight In your second orgasm, pushing him over the edge into his first. His cum filled you full, marking you as he pressed delicate kisses across your neck while praising you in the process. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, smiling to yourself when Peter laid down on the bed behind you. He wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you back against his chest.

It only took a matter of seconds for sleep to claim you as Peter pulled a blanket over the both of you tiredly. It was only a matter of time before the morning came to rain on your parade. Bringing along the guilt and regret that followed.

#dark!peter parker #dark!peter x reader #dark!marvel #tom holland fan fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #dub con #peter parker one shot #dark!tom holland

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little-fairy-forest · 3 years

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Gone to voicemail | 9

Summary : Bakugou and Y/n go through hardships during their engagement, will they be able to wait for each other at the alter or will they find someone new to share their vows with?

@Hero-media : get the lastest vidoes of what went down in the hero's New years party! 😱🥂

@Hero- media : what was Redriot thinking?! At least he stood up for his friend!

@Hero-media : wow! Didn't think we'd seen the ugly side of Camie! Let's hope she cleans up her act! 🎭

Bakugou reads over the tweets as he sips on his coffee, today it wasn't sweet like it normally would be, instead a bitter taste floods his mouth as he takes another sip to try and wake him up. Maybe it was a reminder of what happened the previous night, if the coffee doesn't tell him his clothing would since he never got changed out of his tux, instead chose to hit to couch the momemt he got home as to forget about the night as quickly as possible.

Katsuki scrolls through all the vidoes of Camie crying and making a mockery of herself after she kissed him to make you jealous, tch as if you'd be jelous since you had your eyes on someone else...

"*sigh* why can't she just leave me alone...hopefully she takes the karma well and gets her act together...damn Camie"

Katsuki can feel the cold weather outside creep into his apartment since the heating wasn't turned on, not like it truly botherd him due to his quirk but he is expecting company soon so he better make the place look presentable and welcoming.

On the other end of the city, you lye in your dress from the night previous as you fiddle with the bracelets on your wrist.

"Do you think I can show my face again?" You ask to sero as he trys to figure out the coffee machine in the hotel room he booked for you, he booked you seprate rooms for privacy but nobody likes to eat alone when company is offerd.

"Of course, I'd say you'll be hearing a sob story from Camie soon and a half-arsed apology to go with it" sero grimaced as he got the coffee machine to work woth slight force, he was dressed in casual wear since he got chaged after he helped you into your room sonce you were a bit tipsy after the drinks Mina gave you in the taxi home to halp you forget what happened. It's the thought that counts Mina

"I don't care honestly, he can have her, give the rest of the country a bit of peace if he can keep her in line" you laugh at the thought of Camie acting like a spoilt child who wants everything but doesn't deserve it due to their behaviour, fitting

"Have you checked your phone?" Sero asks handing you your coffee to help with the hangover you have been graced with, you don't want to check your since you knew you'd been flooded by news outlits looking for your insight on your current ordeal, all you want is to snuggle paprika and to order a Chinese takeaway

"I'll check to get rid of the notifications, I need a assistant to manage my work I want to avoid" you say bordly as you move your hand around on the messy bed sheets to find your phone,

You look at the text messages you got over the hours you slept away as to avoid the emails you had been receiving about interviews

Mina : sorry about the alcohol! I'll buy you dinner! <3

Kirishima : if you need anythung just text! 💪🏻 ways here to help

Jirou : are you okay??

Jirou : I'm gonna kill her

Mitsuki : y/n please give me a call once your home safe alright?

Katsuki : y/n where dod you go?!

Katsuki : answer your phone!

Katsuki : be safe

Mina : *attached image* omg look at the state of Camie's make up 💀🍾 girl bye ✋🏻

You scan through your messages, mentally reminding yourself to respond later, until you seen a text from Mitsuki, damn was that women a life saviour...

"Later when I get back to my place ill give you a call about my next move alright? Thanks again sero" you thank Sero for all he has done over the last week helping you prepare for the event, only for it to go up in flames

"No problem, get some rest...and a hair bursh" he jokes as he waves goodbye before lwaving your hotel room to provably get himself ready before checks out of the hotel

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Katsuki cleans his apartment before his management comes over to scold him for the ruining the event, he doesn't want to hear anything from anyone, especially after his mom rang him earlier to scold him like a young child for making you cry. Mitsuki always loved you like the daughter she never had. She always was wanted to go on shopping trips and to visit restaurants, she cried when you shows her your engagement ring after Katsuki proposed, she was finally getting her daughter she dreamed about. After she found out about your break up she was headtbroken, Masaru thought she was the one to get broken up with. She was so worried she wouldn't be able to see you again, it wouldn't be proper etiquette to see your sons ex was it? God forbid he moved on then she really couldn't see you.

Katsuki will never forget the painful expression his mom had after she took down all the photos that adorned her walls of her home that you were in, all the memories she made with you, gone but never forgotten, right?

A ringing noise breaks Katsuki out of his cleaning, he moves towards his phone on charge, doesn't read the name since he was expecting it to be his sidekick

"Katsu? Are you okay?"

Great

"Why did you ring me? I thought I told you to piss off" katsuki was annoyed to be even hearing Camies voice after last night, what the fuck did she want?

"Arn't you gonna deny the roumours about me?! They are making me out to be a villian!" She fake cries over the phone,

Katsuki seen earlier that some people conspirisied that Camie was trying to get Katsuki drunk enough to do things with her and to then blame it on the alcohol, the ammount of drinks Camie gave to Katsuki that night was ungoldly, good thing for his strong tolerance. Other people claimed it was all a media show for money and fame on Camies end, she never made it high in the ranks until she joined Katsukis agency

"No, go away or I'll block your number" katsuki deadpans as he hangs up the phone, he'll let his assisant deal with her wines

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You rang Mistuki back after she texted you to meet at your apartment, you got a quick shower and got into some presentable clothing before she arrived soon. You had a feeling what you were going to talk about but even so you were a nervous wreck,

The door bell rang and Paprika was quick to bark to let you know there was an "intruder" at the door, you push paprika away to open the door to let Mitsuki in, once paprika relaises who it was she went bananas and tried to jump up for cuddles with her third favourite person, you could argue it was her first due to her reaction.

You guide Mitsuki into your small dining room that looks out onto the city skyline, you place some tea infront of her as you seat yourself opposite her and sip your tea, paprika getting under the table rubs from Mitsuki as she begans to talk

"How are you sweetheart?" She asks gently with soft eyes,

"Doing better, After last night all I want is peace" you answer honestly

"All I want is for you to be at peace with what has happned, y/n, don't do anything to please others"

"I know but.."

"If your still thinking about that brat, let me tell you something alright?" Mitsuki lets you in on a secret

"Once you left Katsuki, he shapped up big time. He spent more time with Masaru doing things they done when he was little such as going hiking and fishing, I never thought I'd see the day where my demon spawn would give me a hug out of love rather then obligation because I made him to" your awestruck at the news about what Katsuki was up to after you broke up, you kept yourself busy with work to notice

Mistuki continues after she takes a sip of her green tea "He became a better person for himself and for everyone around him, I think you taught him to enjoy the present and not wish for more and be greatful....once he realised his future was gone after you left him he got his ass in shape and started to do things for himself, he went to anger management classes and started taking time for his mental health, I've seen such an improvement in his anger, truly" she continues "He would keep some things you gave him as if you were dead, honestly it was like he was scared to move on incase you came back...he spent some nights at are house when his apartment got too lonely for him"

You were shocked that Katsuki felt alone without you, you knew he could be clingy but the fact that he was trutly sorry for what he done and that now he has to own up to his actions was soemthing else,

"If you can't face him I can relay a message" Mitsuki offers,

"Please, if you dont mind" you debate in your head if you want to start things over again or go seprate paths. He seems to be doing better now that your gone but at the same time you can have a normal relationship again since he realsied amd fixed his mistakes....

You had a hard decision to make....

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔𝐓𝐇, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒, 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀

𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐔.𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘

The night is quiet, as it always has been in this small corner of Indiana, and yet this night is unlike any other. The halls were especially bare, occupied only by the melody of the generator humming as it struggled to pump light throughout the twisted maze of halls. That was, until...

BAM

The steel door rips open, colliding fast and hard with the walls withab fantastic thud. Swallowing all remaining silence along with it, was the cry of alarms that flood the hallway as he runs for his life. The man finds himself at the elevator, furiously slamming his hand against the elevator button hoping just maybe it might make the elevator come faster. As he does so, the man continues to look over his shoulder in a panic.

He knows its after him.

BOOM

He knows its close.

The man is thrilled to hear the soft ding of the elevator signaling it's arrival. Before the doors are even opened all the way the man quickly ducks through and proceeds to frantically hit the UP button inside the elevator.

The doors begin to close.

For a second he believes he just might make it. But that doesn't completely cast away the fear as he can't seem to take his eyes off of the eerie hallway, expecting it's arrival. The man attempts to calm his breathing. His hopes of escaping are growing stronger as things quiet down.

That's when he hears it.

That... Thing.

It takes every remaining ounce of courage for the man to slowly look up, but on some level, he already knows he is done for.

A low growl is heard above him followed by an unusual yet terrifying squeak.

The man's screams were cut off with the shut of the doors as he is yanked up towards the ceiling of the elevator. The man is no more.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

It's quiet. The faint sound of sprinklers outside can be heard as we wait for Mike to continue. We are all on the edge of our seats. It's already hard enough they still can't find proper seating for me since I officially joined the party, so, for now, I'm wedged between my best friend Will and my brother Dustin.

"Something is coming. Something hungry for blood," Mike says, his voice barely above a whisper. "A shadow grows on the wall behind you, swallowing you in darkness."

Subconsciously we all slowly lean in waiting for whatever happens next.

"It is almost here."

"What is it?" Will asks suddenly, no longer capable of containing his curiosity.

This time it's Dustin who cuts in, "What if it's the Demogorgon?"

I take a deep breath in suspense. Out of the corner of my eye, Will practically throws himself back in his seat.

"Oh, Jesus, we're so screwed if it's the Demogorgon." Dustin rambles on.

Lucas speaks up, "It's not the Demogorgon." He sounds very sure of himself which gives me more confidence.

We all jump a little in our seats when Mike slams one of the game pieces down in front of us suddenly as he shouts "An army of troglodytes charge into the chamber!"

I sigh in great relief as Lucas gives a very smug and quite frankly, sassy look to Dustin as he props his elbow on the back of his chair which earns a soft chuckle from me.

"Troglodytes?" Dustin asks in disbelief.

"Told ya," I roll my eyes at Lucas despite the smile that grows on my face.

Everyone shares a good laugh, all of us relieved when my eyes meet Will's and we share a smile and a shake of the head as if silently saying 'I can't believe we were so worried for nothing'.

Simultaneously all of our smiles melt away when Mike starts looking around as he says "Wait a minute. Did you hear that?"

"That...That sound," he says softly.

"Boom... Boom," his voice is getting slightly louder with each 'boom'. We all stare at Mike expectantly, hanging on to his every word.

"BOOM!" Mike is shouting at this point as he slams his hands against the wooden surface making the table as well as all of us jump.

I always get too into these games, I realize. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins. I look over and it seems when I jumped I grabbed on to the nearest thing next to me which happened to be Will's arm. Sheepishly, I retract my hand and look back at Mike in anticipation.

"That didn't come from the troglodytes. No, that... That came from something else." Mike continues.

We all look around at each other as we wait for Mike.

In an instant, Mike slams down the next figure on the board and exclaims, "The Demogorgon!"

'Yep. We're screwed.'

The silence is replaced with all of our defeated groans. Dustin sighs and says, "We're in deep shit."

Mike suddenly says, "Will, your action!"

"I don't know!" Will sounded desperate.

We're all on edge, but the boys are completely panicking.

"Fireball him!" Lucas shouts.

"I'd have to roll a 13 or higher!"

"Too risky." Dustin cuts in. "Cast a protection spell!"

Lucas turns to Will and says "Don't be a pussy," I roll my eyes. "Fireball him!"

At this point, Lucas and Dustin are just yelling at each other.

"Cast protection."

Our attention is quickly brought back to Mike when he shouts, "The Demogorgon is tired of your silly human bickering! It stomps towards you."

"BOOM!"

"FIREBALL HIM!"

"Another stomp. BOOM."

"Cast. Protection."

"He roars in anger!"

At this point, everyone is yelling over one another; it's utter chaos, and finally I snap.

"Oh, come on, I'M tired of your silly human bickering, just let the boy roll!" It's hard to be heard over all the yelling but, by some miracle,, they manage to hear me and it's quiet for a split second as Will gets a chance to speak.

"And, FIREBALL!" He throws the dice on the table out of excitement and they go flying onto the floor.

"Oh shit!"

We all jump to our feet, scrambling to find the dice in anticipation.

"Where'd it go?" Lucas asks. "Where is it?"

Will almost sounded defensive, "I don't know!"

"Is it a 13?"

"How are we supposed to know if we haven't found the dice yet, Dustin?" I retort.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Dustin chants as he paces back and forth. I roll my eyes as I continue to search on my hands and knees.

"Mike," It was Mrs. Wheeler.

"Mom we're in the middle of a campaign!" Mike exclaims.

"You mean the end? Fifteen after."

Mike sighs, exasperated and runs up the stairs.

I hear Lucas accuse Will. "Oh, my God! Freaking Idiot!"

"Lucas," I ease. "come on, it's not his fault. We were all caught up in the game. Let's just focus on- OH! Found 'em!"

I jump to my feet, pointing down at the D-20 for my friends to see and not wanting to tamper with the roll. The boys come running over and practically trampled me in the process.

"Shit, it's a seven." We all groan in frustration, especially Will.

"Does a seven count?" Will asked hopefully.

"Did Mike see it?" Lucas counters.

"Well, no."

"Then it doesn't count."

I sigh, beginning to pack up my bags and tidy up my mess knowing it was time to leave. The others do the same.

"Why do we have to leave?" Will asks sadly as we head up the stairs. "It was just getting good,"

"I know," I swing my arm off his shoulder dramatically with a sigh as we head up the basement stairs and for the garage door. "I know. But hey, just think how awesome the next one will be, eh?" I tease trying to get my best friend to smile.

|| 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Y/n has always been so good at cheering people up, I have no idea how he does it.

"Hey, guys. I'm sorry we had to end it so soon." Y/n and I turn around looking at Mike.

"No sweat, Mikey." Y/n shrugs, with a smile.

I love that smile. Suddenly his arm leaves my shoulder, and I frown a little.

I sigh inwardly, I've had such a bad crush on Y/n since he and Dustin moved here in the 4th grade. He has no idea... I hope. I always admired him from afar, that is until he finally convinced Dustin to let him into the party. We were all glad to have him, Dustin can be a little overprotective is all. I'm not sure about Dustin, but as for Mike and Lucas, they know I like him. Those guys can read me like a book, and once they caught on there was no convincing them otherwise.

I'm really lucky to have them as friends. They've never made me feel bad for who I am.

"Hey, Mike? Where is Dustin?" Y/n asks.

That's a good point, I realize. He was right behind us but he hasn't come outside yet.

"I think he went upstairs to give the leftovers to Nancy."

"Oh okay. I'll just wait here then. Uh oh, your plant is dying" Y/n said suddenly, kneeling down by the withering plant by the patio.

"Yeah, that's my mom's tomato plant. That thing is hopeless. She basically gave up on it."

"Well, I might be able to help," he said thoughtfully, beginning to scan the garage. "Where do you keep your gardening- Oh, never mind!"

He quickly runs over to the shelves, retrieving some old packets and ran back over to the plant, kneeling beside it.

You can always tell when he is concentrating; he always does this cute thing where he furrows his brow and chews his lip. My stomach does a little flip when i realize I was staring again and I quickly refocus my attention on my vest zipper. I still manage to see Y/n fiddling with the the packet tonget it open, finally sprinkling the contents into the dirt before mixing it in with his finger. All the while, he mutters words of encouragement towards it. I remember him telling me one day about a study conducted on plants and how it was proved that they respond well to positive feedback, and the memory makes me smile. He was so fascinated by it; it was hard not to be as excited about it as he was when he told us about it.

Y/n stands up, brushing himself off and smiles at Mike and then me.

I kinda froze, not in panic but in awe. He just radiates warmth, and positivity effortlessly.

"What?" He chuckles as he smiles at me.

I shake my head in embarrassment and look away, zipping up my vest and getting on my bike.

Lucas just rolls his eyes at my behavior. He's always telling me to just go for it but it's not that easy. I think he's tired of my bashfulness but still understands why I'm scared.

We all look to the door when we hear it slam. It's Dustin.

"There's something wrong with your sister." He grumbles.

"What are you talking about?"

"She's got a stick up her butt."

"Yeah," Lucas joins in. "It's because she's been dating that douche bag, Steve Harrington."

"Yeah, she's turning into a real jerk."

"She's always been a real jerk!" Mike interrupts.

"Nuh-uh. She used to be cool, like the time she dressed up as an elf for our elder tree campaign." With that, Dustin headed off on his bike, followed by Y/n but not before sending me a smile and thanking Mike.

"It was a seven," I tell him, thinking back on the campaign.

"Huh?"

"The roll, it was a seven. The Demogorgon, it got me."

Mike seems a bit shocked at my truthfulness, but ultimately shrugs it off, nodding. I nod back.

"See you later!" I say as I start peddling away.

I catch up just in time to see Lucas bid his goodbyes.

"Good night, ladies!" He chimes.

"Kiss your mom 'night for me," Dustin calls before looking over at me.

"Race you back to my place? Winner gets a comic?"

Before I can respond Y/n speaks up, "and am I included this time, like at all?"

"Course not," he says nonchalantly. I shake my head, feeling kinda bad for him, but I know it's just sibling banter.

"Well then," he scoffs. "Don't be surprised if your bike tires mysteriously deflate one day, Dustin. There's all kinds of weirdos out here,"

I laugh, and Dustin just ignores him.

"Any comic?" I ask.

"Yeah!" As we are about to start we both look back when we hear Y/n frantically yelling, "Shit! DUSTIN HELP!"

I look back to see him winking at me with a smile on his face. Automatically realizing what he is up to, I booked it.

Fortunately for me, Dustin wasn't so quick. I could hear his frantic cries, "Jesus, Y/n what's wrong-? HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!"

There it is. Although, I was already far ahead.

"DAMMIT Y/N, IF I LOSE YOU OWE ME A COMIC BOOK!"

I can hear Y/n's laughter from here and it makes me smile. As the laughter grows more and more distant, I hear "GO WILL, GO!"

Somehow my smile gets bigger, and my legs go faster.

"Hey! Hey! Get back here! I'm gonna kill you! BOTH of you!"

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" I shout as I pass his house and take the shortcut to my own.

As I slow down my mind starts to wonder; It wanders to the campaign today. It wanders to how Y/n helped me win the race and my new comic book just moments ago. It wanders to Y/n grabbing my arm during the campaign and how I don't think I've ever blushed that hard... My mind wanders to Y/n.

Sometimes I really hate how much I like him. How I can't get him out of my head. He just has always been such a good friend to me and I just don't get how someone can be so nice, and thoughtful and-

My thoughts are cut short when I notice my bike light flickering. I look down at it in confusion. Just then it comes back on. I look back at the road and I see a disturbingly tall, ominous figure staring me down. My heart practically stops in the figure's wake.

My body reacted before my mind could; I yanked my bike right and as I cruise down the ditch, my bike topples over and I'm sent to the muddy ground. It takes me a second to gather my senses as I warily pick myself up and try and get a glimpse of what I just saw. My heart starts racing faster as I hear an alarming and indistinct growling. I'm whimpering at this point but I don't care. I ditch my bike without a second thought and book it as fast as I can in the direction of my house.

I'm sniveling and panting as I make it through the fog that covers the road in front of my house. I make it on to the porch, throw open the door, and slam it shut just as fast. My fingers fumble to secure every single lock on the door and for the first time in my life I wonder why we don't have more. All the while, Chester is barking like crazy.

"Mom?" I'm running through the house looking in every room for any sign of my mom or Jonathan.

"Jonathan? Mom?"

'Crap they must be working. Crap! No No No!'

I run back into the living room and throw the blinds over my head, wincing as it hit the back of my head. But I waste no time in cupping my hands up against the glass to get a better look at the yard to see if I can spot the figure.

My stomach drops what feels like ten stories.

I can see it in the distance right between the sheets that were hung out to dry.

It's just standing there. Menacingly. (a/n: If you understood that reference, and actually thought it was funny let's be friends please 😂)

It starts stomping towards the house.

I gasp and start running for the phone.

I hastily pick the phone up from the mount and my fingers are shaking as I try and dial 911 as fast as possible.

I can hear it ringing. I can hear the click as if someone picked up. I waste no time, "Hello? HELLO?!"

All I can hear over the phone now is static, and then a disturbing, yet familiar screech-like growl. Chester's barking is getting louder and more frequent indicating that It's right outside. I slowly peer around the corner to look at the glass window on the door and I can barely make out the menacing shadowy figuring looming outside the door. I can hear it growling from outside.

Chester's barks quickly turn into whimpers as he backs away towards me.

Then the unthinkable happens.

The chain lock on the inside of the door starts unlocking itself.

'Shit!'

At this point, I realize I'm never going to be able to outrun it so I'm going to have to at least try to defend myself. I remember the gun we keep in the shed out back and make a run for it, not even bothering to hang up the phone. I nearly trip on my own feet as I run for the shed. I make it inside and slam the shed door behind me in the process. I quickly but carefully take the gun off the wall and set it on the shelf as I scramble for the ammo. My fingers are still trembling as I fumble to put the bullets in the magazine.

Once I finally get the magazine in, I pick up the gun and aim it at the shed door waiting. It seems as though I can't even keep the gun steady since my entire body is completely tremoring, even my unsteady breaths.

It has to be close by now.

As if on cue I hear the deep growling that I've already heard twice tonight and for a couple of moments I think it's outside. But then I realize why it sounds so close.

It's in the shed with me.

It's behind me.

The fear is nearing paralyzing, but I still manage to command my body to turn around to get a look at this relentless monster. When I see it I just stand there in utter disbelief, the gun slowly and subconsciously lowering to my side in shock. I'm completely frozen in place as I stare at the beast in front of me. The hanging light bulb above me glows intensively brighter with every passing second. The last thing I see before I'm cloaked in pure white light and an unbearable chill is the monster's long arm reaching out for me.

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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 2

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 2075

Additional note: In Norway, you are of age at 18.

Enjoy 🙂

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"... don't start eating until your brother joins us."

As he pushes himself down the large hallway leading to the kitchen, Ivar can hear Lagertha's assertive voice. He knows exactly who she's talking to and his suspicions are confirmed as soon as he enters the room, as a very displeased and apparently famished Hvitserk looks at him with irritation before letting out a muffled, "it's 'bout time."

"Sorry, I must have dozed off." Shrugging, Ivar wheels up to the kitchen table, the smell of pizza tickling his nostrils. He must be hungrier than he thought.

"You look like Hel." Sigurd sneers in greeting.

Ivar, without bothering to look up, just tilts his head and hisses through clenched teeth, "coming from you, dear brother, I take that as a compliment."

He can feel Lagertha's gaze upon him and when he turns his head toward her, she is staring at him, the worry obvious in her eyes.

"I wouldn’t have put it exactly like that but Sigurd isn't wrong." She crosses the room and leans over, her brow furrowed. "You look exhausted, sweetie, what's going on?"

Ivar almost wants to laugh. He looks exhausted? No kidding? Yeah, guess what? That's what two sleepless nights in a row usually do to you. At least that's what they did to him. What you did to him, haunting his nights and even haunting his dreams, waking him up with a start, his heart pounding in his chest, the few times he managed to fall asleep. At least, he'd made up his mind early this morning. Hopefully, now that the decision has been made, he'll sleep better. Saturday night, he'll see you again. His heart is racing at the thought and he inhales deeply, trying to calm down.

Unsurprisingly persistent, Lagertha asks again as she places her hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly, "Ivar, are you all right?"

He wishes he could just ignore his stepmom but knows she won't let it rest. Unwilling to admit that he owes his restless nights to a girl - to you - he decides to keep his answer vague. "So-so," he mumbles, slightly rocking his right hand.

"You're in pain? Do you need more meds? I could run to the drugstore really quick."

For once, he doesn't resent Ubbe for his well-meant yet patronizing kindness, nor for the pitying look he gives him. Actually, he silently thanks him for the good diversion. As long as his brothers and Lagertha believe that it's his legs that bother him, keeping him awake, his secret - you - will be safe.

Faking a small, sheepish smile, Ivar shakes his head. "Thanks bro, but that's okay, I have everything I need. Guess I should just double-up the tramadol tonight." He winces for good measure, knowing fully well he won't even need a single dose. The pain in his legs today is barely at four, nothing he can't handle.

Once the meal is almost over – which in plain English means that everyone but Hvitserk has finished eating, but thanks to Lagertha principle 'no one leaves the table until everyone has finished, boys', they're all stuck here – Ivar decides it's time to break the news.

"I'm gonna go to the party."

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, the kitchen falls quiet. Even Hvitserk stops chewing, putting his last slice of pizza back on his plate.

Not knowing what to do with the silence, and feeling a little awkward, Ivar explains further, a hand on his neck, "the midsummer party, I mean. Harald's party."

"We heard you just fine, sweetie." Lagertha is the first to pull herself together, even though the disbelief is clear in her voice. As Ivar looks up, his brothers are staring at him, slack-jawed, bewildered, probably wondering what's got into their baby brother.

"Let me get this straight." With widened eyes, Ubbe starts running both hands through his hair, "you are considering attending Harald's party, right? That's... That's what you said?"

"Yep." Ivar shrugs as if it was no big deal. Who is he kidding? Of course, it is! Attending the party is a fucking huge deal for him. There's no way in Hel he'll admit it, though. Not in front of his brothers. No fucking way!

"I'm not sure I understand..." Ubbe sounds cautious and it infuriates Ivar to no end.

"What part of 'I'm gonna go to the party' don't you get, brother? Huh? Too many big words for you?" He wants to keep going but when Lagertha clears her throat and gives him a stern look, he faintly raises an apologetic hand while muttering under his breath, "okay, okay, I'll stop."

Heaving a sigh, he shrugs once more. "Seriously, you don't all have to look so surprised. I just want to go to Harald's party. It's really not that big of a deal."

"But you never wanted to, sweetie. Why now?" Lagertha's eyes are wide open and there's a frown on her forehead as she crosses her arms.

"Why not?" Ivar can't help but raise his voice. "I'm sixteen, Lagertha! Thought I was entitled to a change of heart. Was I wrong?" Pointing a finger successively at each of his brothers, his free hand grabs his push rim, his knuckles white. "The three of you attend every year, why shouldn't I?" Looking directly at Lagetha once again, he asks in a clipped voice, "You're not going to tell me I can't go, are you?"

"Of course not, sweet–" She begins but Ubbe cuts her off.

"Listen Ivar, no one is saying you shouldn't go, not yet at least. As a matter of fact, no one would be more pleased than I if you were willing to go out more. Playing pool, going to the movies, or just having drinks, you know you're always welcome to come along with us. But..." Ubbe groans, rubbing his hands over his face and Ivar stiffens, grinding his teeth, "Harald's party, really? It's not going to work. You know it takes place on the beach, it's not exactly wheelchair-friendly."

Reluctantly taking his eyes off his slice of pizza, Hvitserk jumps in. "Ivar is our brother, if he wants to go, we find a way. That's it - I'll carry him."

Positively surprised, a small smile playing on his lips, Ivar thanks his brother with a nod, glad – and relieved too, because two are always better than one, right? – that Hvitserk, as so often, backs him up. Of all his brothers, he's the only one who sees him first as a sixteen-year-old and not as a cripple.

Ubbe is having none of it though. "Hvitserk, just stay out of this, okay?" He's practically shouting, chin up and chest out. "You don't have a say! I'm the oldest, not you! I don't think it's a good idea for Ivar to attend Harald's party, period."

Hvitserk furrows his brow and for a short moment, Ivar thinks his brother is going to fight back but eventually he lowers his gaze, defeated, before shoving the whole slice of pizza into his mouth. Ivar knows all too well that his brother, who's not the most tenacious of them, hates confrontation, especially with Ubbe.

Unlike him, Ivar is always ready to pick up a fight, even when it's not worth it, even when he is wrong. Today, though, it's definitely worth it.

His nostrils flaring, he smashes his fist down on the table, his face crumpled with anger. "Who do you think you are, Ubbe? You may be the oldest, but you're not my father, okay? So please, just do me a favor, brother, and read my lips." His voice dripping with sarcasm, his bottom lips quivering, Ivar is absolutely livid, "You. Don't. Have. A. Say. Period."

Ubbe is about to retort, his hands clenched into fists but Lagertha raises a hand, shutting him up. "Boys, boys, boys!" Glancing at Ubbe and then at Ivar, she shakes her head, not exactly thrilled with their outburst. "Now, calm down, both of you. Ubbe, Ivar is right. You may be his big brother, you may be an adult, but you're not his father. I know you mean well but as Ivar's guardian, I have the final say." Turning her head toward Ivar, she cracks him a reassuring smile. "We'll talk about this later, okay? Just the two of us."

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Slamming the door shut, Ivar wheels up right next to his bed and, angling his chair just right, transfers over onto his bed before punching the wall, a roar escaping his lips. Big tears of frustration and anger run down his cheeks as Sigurd's words linger in his mind.

He had been surprised when his less-favorite brother had stayed out of the conversation.

He should have known better.

No sooner had Lagertha, Ubbe and Hvitserk left – she to make a phone call, they to join Margrethe – leaving them to tidy up the kitchen, than Sigurd had lashed out at him with harsh words and eyes full of spite.

"You messed up in the head, huh? It's a fucking beach, Ivar, you do realize your front wheels will get stuck in sand, right? Now tell me, little brother, do you really think we are going to carry your crippled ass around all night? Let me tell you, it's not going to happen! There will be so many better ways for us to spend the night. Girls, you know? Lots of them. Am I going to let you embarrass me and ruin my night? No! Not in a million years. And anyway, why do you even want to go? Get real, Ivar, you don't belong there, you just don't. You're a fucking cripple, a freak, an abnormality. No one wants you there. No one wants to see you. The sooner you accept it the better."

He knows Sigurd was intentionally trying to hurt him. And fuck, he did succeed. Ivar had felt so humiliated that it had brought bile to his throat.

At some point, while Sigurd was spitting his venom, Ivar had grabbed the large knife lying on the table and it took all his self-control not to stab his brother. No doubt his shrink would be proud of him.

Now though in his room, and even if he is boiling with anger, the nagging thought that Sigurd had a point, that he wasn't completely wrong, doesn't leave him. And he can see now that, in his own weird way, Ubbe was trying to protect him. By preventing him from going, his big brother wanted to spare him humiliation, pity, and mockery. Hvitserk, of course, had been willing to help, but let's face it, Sigurd once again was right. Piggy-back riding is not really an option anymore, he is too heavy. Plus, if he's being honest, even if it were still possible, it's the last thing he'd want. The mere thought of you seeing him on Ubbe's or Hvitserk's back makes him nauseous. Which puts him back to square one.

The beach is a problem and a huge one. Wheeling in sand is a no-go. It's just fucking impossible. If he doesn't come up with an idea soon, he's not going to be physically able to attend the party. And that's something he doesn't want to consider.

"I need a fucking genius idea!" He speaks out loud, cracking his knuckles, his eyes squeezed shut.

Fuck.

He just wants to see you. Y/N... Just you. And he won't be able to.

Fuck. Fucking sand! Fucking beach! Fucking legs! Fuck– Stop.

Wait.

What... What did he say?

He needs an idea... A genius idea. Genius. That's it.

A slow smile spreads across his face.

Good thing he knows an authentic genius, right?

Grabbing his phone, he frantically slides his pointer finger on the screen, sighing with relief as he finds the contact he is looking for.

"Hello, Ivar," the man answers after two rings, and his voice brings an even bigger smile to Ivar's lips, "it's very sweet of you to call me."

"Hello to you too, you spindly legged, knock-kneed old fool. There might be something that you can do for me. I want to attend Harald's party. It'll take place on the beach. My brothers won't carry me and I can't really crawl about, can I? I wonder if you could help me, Floki?"

Ivar's godfather lets out a high-pitched chuckle before answering, "I'll figure something out, dear Ivar, I'll figure something out."

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lsholland · 3 years

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London Lights (pt. 1) - Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader (1st person)

Genre: Party!Tom

Warnings: swearing; alcohol; nothing much but I don’t recommend -18 to read.

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: Hey guys! That’s my first story on this blog. I hope you’ll like it. I’m not native so there may be a few mistakes. I’m trying a new genre of fiction. It’s my first Tom Holland fiction. It’ll be a series of 2-3 chapters. If you want to be part of the master list for Tom please like this post and message me.

Synopsis: Quarantine has been tough. I’ve lost my boyfriend, and I’m feeling lonely. Clubs and restaurants are open again, but I feel like it’ll never be like it used to. My friends have been pushing me to install Tinder and go on dates. Well, tonight, I’m going on a date. I don’t really want to but I’m going to try and have fun for once. Just a few drinks and I’ll go home. What else could happen?

PS. You can read the story on Wattpad.

What am I doing here? I think to myself.

I matched with this guy on this famous dating app . . . And now I'm supposed to meet him here, at this bar. But I don't want to. I'm just hoping he won't show up so I can escape from this shit-place.

I've been seated at the table for a good 5 minutes. The waitress cleans up the table next to mine and asks if I'm ready to order.

No, I want to leave.

I quickly glance at the drinks menu.

"Ehm . . . A pour over Irish coffee, please."

She nods and leaves. I don't even know what I just ordered. I hope it tastes good. Hopefully it'll make me drunk enough not to remember this awful date.

It hasn't even started yet.

I'm sweating.

"Hey there" says a husky voice right behind me.

I turn around and see my date. His name is Jordan. He's good-looking and I bet he's intelligent, but I don't have this feeling with him. I don't know why I accepted to go on a date in the first place. It's awkward.

"Hey!" I grin.

"Have you ordered something already?" he asks, touching his short, clean beard. "I'm thirsty!"

He looks nice.

The waitress hands me my third drink. They help the clock tick a little faster.

He's been talking about his job, his passions. He loves football and practises daily. He has 2 sisters and lives in Camberwell.

Cute.

For a moment, I feel sad for him. He drove all the way to this East London bar, put effort trying to look nice and being cool . . . and yet, he doesn't know it but he has no chance to get lucky tonight. Not with me.

I shouldn't be sorry.

But I am.

I glance around looking for something that might be a little more entertaining than him. I realise I've avoided eye contact since he arrived. I finally glimpse at him. He has beautiful hazel eyes.

Still not enough.

I quickly check my phone. It's getting late. I don't know how to end this.

"Look," I slightly bend over the table. "I'm so sorry but I don't feel like it tonight"

"I noticed." He smirked. "Kinda awkward, innit?"

I chuckle. I am so embarrassed.

"It's okay, though." He added. "I'm just trying to meet new people. I broke up with my ex-girlfriend a few weeks ago. My mates told me I should try these apps."

Okay, now I feel worse than ever. He's been so nice with me and that's how I treat him. I grab my drink and gulp it down.

I shouldn't have done this.

"Let's go dance. I owe you one." I say as I grab his hand and walk towards the dancing area. It becomes difficult to keep my head straight.

I'm drunk, I must admit.

I'm going to regret it, my sober-self shouts in my head.

I don't care is what I reply.

The dancing area is not crowded, but there are already a few people. Most of them are girls.

Girls . . . I wish my friends were not so busy all the time. I would've come to this bar with them instead of wasting my time with strangers.

I start dancing. I stare at him. He looks amused.

A group of guys join the dancefloor and all the girls on my right start screaming. It's so high pitched I cringe.

"What the fuck guys?" I shout, trying to focus on the music.

"Woah, that's Spider-Man!" says my date. He grabs my chin and makes me look in his direction.

No way, I think. It's actually him.

I know he lives in the area, but I've never met him before. It's always weird to see movie stars in real life. They look so much more attractive.

He is so much more attractive.

I try not to be a drunk fangirl and shyly wave to him. He doesn't notice.

"You wanna go and take a picture with him?" my date asks.

"Oh, no, no!" I answer. I'm blushing. "I don't even know what I'd tell him."

He laughs.

The worst thing that could happen is to annoy him during a night out. He needs privacy and I must respect it.

But it's so difficult.

I can't stop staring at him. I don't even control it. Being drunk doesn't help.

"D'you want a beer?" I ask my date whose name I completely forgot.

He nods.

I weave my way through the crowd. I can't believe there are so many people on the dancefloor. The area is so busy since the Spider-Man actor walked in.

Even the bar area is crowded.

I let my body rest against a barstool but quickly lose balance and almost fall on the dirty floor. The flickering lights are making me feel dizzy. I grip the counter and get up. I peer around to make sure nobody saw me.

He did.

I dust off my dress trying to save the dignity I have left.

"Want something?" someone asks behind me. I turn around, it's the barman.

"Two pints of Guinness, please."

I glance back at the same spot, but he's gone. It must've been a dream. I'm so drunk I can't trust everything I think I see.

I'm grabbing both my drinks and look around trying to find my date, but there are too many people. I take a sip of my beer and hold the other one above my head.

Someone hits my arm.

Oh no.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry!" yells the drunk blond girl.

I look at my dress. It's soaking wet. I politely smile at her. "It's okay," I mouth.

What a mess. I glance at the lavatory door. I need to go and save my dress.

"You haven't been lucky here."

I turn around to find out who's talking to me.

It's him. Tom Holland. Talking to me.

"What?" is all I manage to say.

"Do you need a hand?" he politely asks.

I blush so much it's noticeable in the dark.

I'm choking. I'm panicking.

I give him my two beers and walk towards the lavatory. I'm surely starstruck. And drunk. This isn't a good mix.

Once in the room, I grab a handful of tissues and try to soak up my dress. I groan. Did I expect to make that beer mark disappear? Yes. Did it work? Of course not.

I watch my face in the mirror.

I look like shit, I think.

A door slams shut. Two young girls just walked in.

"OH, MY G—THAT'S TOM HOLLAND!" shouts one. They are both panting.

I roll my eyes.

Oh . . . I've given him my beers. What about my date?

"Shit!" I hiss.

I violently open the door and frown my eyebrows as the lights blind me.

He's just here gazing at me. Two beers in his hands. One of them is half empty, the rest being displayed on my dress.

"I'm so sorry!" I say embarrassed as ever.

He smirks. "No worries." He hands me the full glass of beer.

I give him a questioning look as I grab it. What about the other one? Oh, right—He's drinking it.

"What's your na—"

I stop him.

"I know who you are." I peer down. "I'm sorry I didn't wanna disturb you" I say as I'm walking away.

This time I'm smart enough to avoid the crowd on my way out.

"That's rude to leave without saying goodbye!" Tom shouts from a distance.

I turn around and stare at him. He's got a soft smile; he doesn't look drunk at all. I wave him goodbye.

Now, he's approaching me.

"I meant to your boyfriend" he nods in the direction of my date who was dancing with a group of other people.

"He's not my—" is all I can say before he chuckles.

"I figured."

"How?" I clench my jaw. I'm hypnotised by his hand running through his hair. And his smile. And his lips.

"I can barely hear you," he points at a booth in the corner of the room "maybe we could sit there" he suggests.

My mouth softens into a smile.

It's difficult to walk with Tom Holland. Every couple of seconds he's stopped by fans requesting a picture. And he accepts every time.

I'd never be so patient.

"What's that?" he asks.

"It must be so annoying sometimes." I tell him as I sit on the booth.

"When they're nice and ask me, it's cool." He chooses to sit next to me. I can feel his arm touching mine. My heart is racing. He uses his other arm to hold his chin; he looks at me with so much intensity. Sometimes peering down my lips.

His face is so close, but he keeps talking. I can feel his breath on my skin. I'm going to burst into flames. "But when they're taking pictures without asking first, that's delicate."

I nod. I can't really listen to what he's talking about. I'm trying not to lose control.

"So, what's your name?"

He smiles when I tell him. "Why did you leave your date alone?" he asks.

I'm so nervous I stutter. I can't find my words. "I . . . I wasn't in the mood. He knows it. I shouldn't have come here."

"I'm happy you came." He says looking me in the eyes.

I raise my eyebrows. "Are you flirting with me?"

He barks out a laugh and breaks the eye contact. He rests his head on the wall behind us.

He isn't as confident as I thought he'd be. I don't know what's up with him, but I enjoy it.

I suddenly remember he's a movie star. He's always being watched. I glance at the crowd and see flashing lights. They're taking pictures of us.

I'm getting dizzier.

I don't want to see my face on a dumb article talking about Tom Holland's mysterious partner. I don't even know him.

"This is stupid" I mumble.

Tom is intrigued. He hasn't got a clue what I'm talking about. He hasn't even noticed the fans stalking him.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I abruptly say as I stand up. "Have a good night."

I grab my phone and leave the venue. I'm upset because I really wish I could've met him in a different context. I open my Uber app: there's no driver available.

Shit.

How's that even possible on a Friday night? In London?

I refresh the app, but it doesn't work. I guess I'll have to walk home.

A part of me wants to go back in this bar and spend time with Tom. He's sweet and I'm sure we would've had so much fun together. I glance through the window trying to see his face one last time, but I can't find him.

"What are you looking for?"

I cringe.

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to startle you."

It's him. It's Tom.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Going home too. The fun of the party is leaving . . ." he sighs. I smile back at him. I'm embarrassed.

I stand in front of him, none of us say a word. It's awkward. I'm getting anxious and walk away. I'm so overwhelmed.

He grabs my shoulder. "Wait, are you walking home?"

"Yeah, it's okay don't worry." I smile.

"I can drive you home."

"Sorry, but you've been drinking. I won't let you drive me." I curtly say.

He grins. He looks at one of his mates and nods.

"No way I'm letting you walk home alone," he sighs "besides, you're drunk."

"Come with me then" I instantly reply without thinking.

He nods.

What?

He's coming with me. My heart is racing. I won't survive a 30-minute drunk walk with him.

Not with his beautiful glossy eyes staring at me.

Not with my burning desire to kiss him.

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marvelmusing · 3 years

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Making Time

Mobius M Mobius x Reader

Part 2

My Masterlist

“1985, huh?” You say, looking up from the briefing Mobius has just handed you.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll spot a delorian?” He jokes, making a Back to the Future reference. You smile at him, remembering when you’d first mentioned the movie. You hadn’t been at the TVA long, to your knowledge.

You’re sat in one of the cafes, explaining something about the timeline to Casey, and you make an offhand reference to the movie. To which, Casey looks even more confused. You glance at Mobius, who’s been sat next to you, watching your teaching with a smile. You offer them both a small smile, at yet another reminder that you’re from somewhere very different from the rest of them.

“Neither of you have seen it have you?” Mobius shakes his head.

“Not a lot of chances for watching movies when dealing with the timeline. Should we get the chance, I’d love to.” It’s a few days later when you give him the chance.

“Honey, I’m home.” You hear Mobius call out, which brings a smile to your face. Whilst you had your own apartment, you much preferred staying with Mobius, like you did when you first arrived at the TVA. You hear him set down a pile of papers in the kitchen, before making his way into the lounge where you’re sat waiting for him. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“What’s all this?”

“Back to the Future. I went through my file, and managed to find a version that I watched that was uninterrupted. Then I isolated it, and copied it onto one of those cassette reel things, so that it’ll play on your mini projector.” You pause, before adding, “I probably put too much effort into this but, I thought we could have what my time considers a movie night?”

“A movie night?” Your face falls slightly, feeling embarrassed by your suggestion.

“We don’t have to-“ you start. He shrugs off his jacket and settles down next to you.

“Did I not tell you I wanted to watch it, should I get the chance?”

“Well, yeah.” He gestures to the projector.

“Let’s get this show on a roll.” You grin at him, before quickly pressing play on the projector. Mobius leans an arm on the couch and pulls you to his side. “You finally have clearance to access to your file, and you use it to watch Back to the Future?”

“What else was I supposed to do with it?” You joke.

You and Mobius head to the cubicle where you left Loki this morning. You spot him wapping against the desk with a magazine.

“Training going well?” You ask him. He leans back in his chair, attempting to look casual.

“Yeah.”

“Is that my jet ski magazine?” Mobius asks him. “Put it down. Gear up. There's been an attack. Let's go.” He hands Loki the jacket he’s been carrying. You set the briefing down on the desk, and follow Mobius. Loki trails behind you. “Put it on.” Loki shrugs the jacket on, adjusting the collar before posing.

“Nice.” You tell him with a smile.

“Good. Yeah, smart.” Mobius says distractedly. You soon reach the Timedoors, where a small group of hunters have gathered to wait. B-15 opens up the briefing.

“C-20 and her team went dark shortly after they jumped into the 1985 branch. All signs point to another ambush. We've grabbed enough temporal aura to know it's our Loki Variant. But which kind of Loki, remains unknown.”

“They're the lesser kind, to be clear.” Loki specifies. B-15 sighs,

“Let me see the back of that jacket.” Loki does a small turn, showing the group the back of his jacket, where the bright orange letters reading VARIANT stand out. Everyone is the group shares a small smile. You’re glad you don’t have to wear one of those anymore.

“Very subtle. Well done.”

“I don't want anybody out there to forget what you are.”

“Oh, your only hope of capturing a murderer?”

“No. A cosmic mistake.”

“That's enough.” Mobius interrupts.

“Lovely.” You hear Loki murmur.

“Here's the deal.” Mobius begins. “When we get out on the branch, we're not just looking for a Time Criminal. We're looking for a Loki. A variation of this guy. A type we should all be very familiar with, because the TVA has pruned a lotta these guys, almost more than any other Variant.” He skims through a few of the Loki Variants that the TVA have caught before. “And no two are alike. Slight differences in appearances, or not so slight. Different powers, although, powers generally include: shapeshifting, illusion projection, and my favourite-”

“Duplication casting.” Loki interrupts

“Illusion projection.”

“No, they're two completely different powers.”

“How?” You ask him.

“Illusion-projection involves depicting a detailed image from outside oneself, which is perceptible in the external world, whereas duplication-casting entails recreating an exact facsimile of one's own body in its present circumstance, which acts as a true holographic mirror of its molecular structure. But you already knew that.” He explains. You catch a glimpse of Mobius’s smirk before he says,

“Okay, take a breath. Noted. We're gonna break into two teams, including myself and Professor Loki.”

“Why?” A hunter stood beside you asks.

“Because whoever this Variant is, we haven't been able to find him. So let's bring in an expert.” Loki looks around at the group before adding a quiet,

“That's me.”

As the hunters prepare themselves, you hear Loki ask, “Do I get a weapon?” You laugh lightly,

“No chance.”

“Well, I'll have my magic back. Is no one concerned about that?”

“Of what?” Mobius asks.

“Me betraying you.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You know that we’ll just catch you again.” You tell him.

“And how's betraying us gonna get you any closer to the Time-Keepers?” Mobius adds. Loki leans forward, his attention fixed on Mobius.

“An audience with the Time-Keepers is on the table?”

“Keep that focus.” Mobius tells him. The three of you follow the hunters through the Timedoor, and out into 1985 Wisconsin. Your group makes their way through the crowd of the Renaissance fair before entering a large tent. It’s dark inside, with only a few lanterns to light your path. You watch as B-15 bends down to grasp examine a helmet left abandoned on the floor.

“So he's taking hostages now?” She says, turning to Mobius.

“The Variant's never taken a hostage before.”

“Maybe he's upping his game.”

“Or he pruned her.” One of the hunters remarks, you frown at his callousness towards his colleague.

“A Loki couldn't have gotten the jump on C-20.”

“I think you underestimate, actually...” Loki begins.

“Fan out and search for her. And hurry up, we're at three units until red line.” B-15 orders. Mobius sets a hand on your arm, and the two of you head to the exit.

“Come on.” He says to Loki.

“Wait. If you leave this tent, you'll end up like them.” Mobius stops beside Loki.

“What do you see?”

“I see a scheme, and in that scheme, I see myself.” Loki begins to ramble about an old Asgardian saying.

“Two units. He is wasting our time.” B-15 interrupts.

“Okay. Come on, Loki, make a long story short.” Mobius encourages.

“We need to look for C-20.”

“That's exactly what the Variant wants you to do. It's a trap. He's waiting for you outside this tent.”

“Should I secure the reset charges?”

“No. He wants me. I'm the key to his plan. He knows that I'm stronger. And he rightly believes that together we can overthrow and rule the TVA. But that's not what I want. I have a new purpose. I'm a servant of the Sacred Timeline. And knowing what I now know about his tactics, I can deliver you the Variant, but I need assurances.” He says, looking to Mobius. You glance up at Mobius, frowning slightly. Surely he isn’t believing what Loki’s saying? His eyes catch yours and there’s a small twinkle in them. You hide your smile. Loki circles around Mobius.

“Yeah?” Mobius offers.

“Assurances that I won't be completely disintegrated the moment the job has been done.”

“Right.” Loki leans forward, before whispering,

“We'll need to speak to the Time-Keepers at once. They're in graver danger than we realized.”

“He's lying. Just playing games. There's no one out there.” Mobius calls out to the group.

“Reset the timeline.” B-15 orders.

“You had me for a second. My ears are sharp too.” He points at Loki’s chest. You follow Mobius out of the tent.

“Well that went well.” You remark, hearing Mobius sigh. He runs his hand over his face.

You’re tucking into your lunch when you spot Mobius. He picks out a drink and a salad before making his way over to you. You give him a small smile,

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How did it go with Renslayer?” He sighs, leaning his head back, before getting comfortable in his seat.

“Well, our Loki hasn’t been deleted yet.”

“That’s good then?” You offer. He sighs,

“Yeah. Though he’s getting more and more talkative.”

“You did say he loves to talk. Where is he now?”

“I’ve left him with the archives, hopefully he’ll be reading for the next few days. Or at least long enough for me to finish lunch.” He begins to eat his salad. Just then, Loki scampers in looking like a manic puppy.

“I found something.” Mobius shakes his head, keeping his attention on his lunch,

“No, I said don’t bother me until you've read all the files.”

“I have.”

“Every file?”

“Yes.”

“Pertaining to the Variant?”

“The answer isn't in the files, it's on the timeline. He's hiding in apocalypses.”

“Which apocalypse?” You ask.

“Any time in history? There's, like, a million of 'em.” Mobius adds.

“Ragnarok. Are you familiar?”

“Yes. The destruction of Asgard and most of its people. I'm sorry.” Loki pauses looking down.

“Yes, very sad.” He immediately perks up again. “Anyway, it got me thinking. Nexus events happen when someone does something they're not supposed to do, right?”

“Well, it's a little more complicated, but, yeah.”

“Great. And then that thing they're not supposed to do, cascades into a whole range of other things that aren't supposed to happen.”

“And so on and so forth, until eventually, a new timeline branches. Yes?”

“Chaotic alterations of a predetermined outcome.”

“Exactly. So, let's just say...” He picks up the salad bowl from in front of Mobius.

“Mm-hm. What are you doing?”

“...your salad is Asgard in this scenario.” Loki continues.

“It's not Asgard, that's my lunch.” Mobius complains, the pouting clear in his voice. You lean forward, a hand on your chin to hide the smile at Mobius’s reaction.

“It's a metaphor. Just hang in there.”

“I want that salad.”

“And I could go down to Asgard before Ragnarok causes its complete destruction and I could do anything I wanted. I could, let's say, push the Hulk off the Rainbow Bridge.” He picks up a salt shaker and puts a large sprinkling of salt across Mobius’s salad.

“There he goes.” You say, feeling rather invested in this metaphor.

“The salt's Hulk?” Mobius asks, clearly not as enthusiastic as you.

“And I could also... Set fire to the palace.” He picks up a pepper pot and shakes the pepper across the salad.

“No, just stop. Don't set fire to the palace.”

“Okay? I can do whatever I want to do, and it would never matter. It wouldn't go against the dictates of the timeline because...” He sets down the shakers after nearly emptying them both. He heads to the table behind you. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, God!” Mobius sighs.

“You!” Recognising the voice you look up to see Casey looking very confused.

“Nice to see you. I just need this for a second. Thanks.” Loki picks up Casey’s carton of juice, before sitting back down at your table. “Because the apocalypse is coming. Ragnarok, Surtur will destroy Asgard no matter what I do.”

“No, don't do...” Mobius sighs as Loki empties the carton over the remains of the salad.

“There's the apocalypse.” You say with a sigh, offering Mobius your bag of chips.

“That's the apocalypse?” He asks, taking a handful of chips from you with a smile.

“Ragnarok obliterates the salt. Ragnarok. There it is.” Loki gestures to the ruined salad with a proud smile.

“What am I lookin' at?”

“Okay, it was a clumsy metaphor. But you see what I mean. It doesn't matter. It could be any apocalypse. It could be a tidal wave. It could be a meteor. It could be a volcano, a supernova. If everything and everyone around you is destined for imminent destruction, then nothing that I say or do will matter, because the timeline's not gonna branch. Hence, the Variant could be hiding in the apocalypse and do whatever he wants, and we wouldn't know!”

“Not bad.” You offer.

“Take me to a real apocalypse, to Ragnarok, I'll show you.” Mobius chuckles,

“Yeah. So you can run away back to your homeland? No.”

“No, I'm not going home. We can go anywhere.”

“I'm not taking you for a stroll along the promenade, much less an apocalypse.”

“Oh, Mobius, come on! What could possibly go wrong? We gotta properly test this theory.”

“Well, here's a fun theory. You lure me out into the field, and stab me in the back. And that's a theory I don't wanna test.”

“I'd never stab anyone in the back. That's such a boring form of betrayal.” He most definitely would stab someone in the back.

“Loki, I've studied almost every moment of your entire life. You've literally stabbed people in the back, like 50 times.”

“Well, I'd never do it again, because it got old.” You both laugh at this. Mobius looks at you, and you shrug.

“Might as well try it?” You offer. Mobius nods,

“Okay.”

“Okay, look, you don't trust me, you can trust one thing. I love to be right.” Loki adds. That certainly isn’t a lie.

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misslilli · 3 years

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Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. M. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 58 - Working Hard Or Hardly Working

[ FM ]

The hardest part about working from home and with my profession is that killers and kidnappers don’t always wait until you can make time for them in your schedule. You can’t just close your laptop on an open case at a set time and leave it be, not when you’ve just gotten an idea of what’s going on inside their heads. No matter how much you want to leave the house to go on a date with a beautiful woman you desperately want to see today.

So you have to pick up your phone and call for a raincheck, even if it’s the last thing you want to do right now.

Phone ready in hand, I’m quite surprised to see that she’s calling me before I get a chance to. And have to smile at the cute picture of hers that pops up on my screen.

“Hey, I was just about to call you! What’s up?” She's breathless on the other end of the line and there's a frantic shuffling of papers in the background, kids shouting on top of their lungs, ready to take off for their afternoons.

“Hi! I’m really sorry to do this, but can we maybe take a raincheck today, I’m still working on something I need to get done for tomorrow! Ooh, you have a good afternoon too, Annie!” The last statement is preceded by a small-girl voiced goodbye so close she must be hugging her teacher good-bye and I absolutely love that she's so good with kids and cares so much about them. That part of her personality is what I'm drawn most to, she really cares about the people in her life and I count myself incredibly lucky to be one of them.

“That’s too funny, I wanted to call you for the very same reason, I need to finish up some stuff too. I was really looking forward to seeing you today, but I'm afraid we can't reschedule huh?"

"Mhh sadly, no, I'm booked until Saturday. This sucks, I really wanted to see you too before Saturday…" I can practically hear the pout in her whiny voice over the phone and a thought pops into my head, a loophole that may allow me to see her today after all.

"Hm… you wanna come here and work? I've got ingredients for sandwiches in the fridge for lunch, if you're hungry?" Hopefully, I hold my breath waiting for her answer, please say yes!

"Starving, actually, I didn't even have time to eat my snack today! Are you sure, I don't want to disturb you working!" At that, I have to snort on the inside, has she met Felix? He couldn't keep quiet for more than a few minutes to save his life.

"Don't worry, you won't. I live with a very loud 7-year old, if you remember, I'm pretty good at tuning out any disturbances!" In my head, I've already prepared some more arguments to get her to come over, dead set on the idea but thankfully, she doesn't need more convincing - I'm not above begging, but I don't necessarily want to come off as too needy, either.

"Okay… I'll just pack up my things and I'll see you in a bit, then!"

"Yeah, see you in a bit!"

Looking at the mess on the dining room table, it's probably best to make some room for her first, before I get all excited about the prospect of seeing her, even if it's just for working alongside each other. I throw on a shirt for her benefit too, might not be all too work-appropriate when I'm sitting across from her half-naked. Unless… no, all work, no play.

[ DS ]

"Hi! Are you Australian? Because you meet all of my koalafications!," I continue the cheesy-pickup line tradition he started yesterday once Mulder swings the door open, proud that it manages to put a grin on his face.

"G'day mate, come on in, it's freezing outside!"

We've moved past the awkward greeting stage after a few dates and I find out to my delight that greeting kisses regularly turn into heady make-out sessions. Wrapped tightly around each other, I just can't get enough of his smell, his taste and the feeling of his arms that crush me into him so tightly, I sometimes wonder if we'll melt into one person at one point.

I'd happily spend my entire afternoon exchanging slow kisses and breathless smiles, but we do have work to do, still. Reluctantly, I loosen the hold of my arms around his neck to pull back and have to smile at the blissful look on his face, his eyes still closed and the small grin dancing around his just-kissed lips.

"This is really nice, Mulder, but we have work to do!" With one last peck to his emerging pout, I sidestep his groping hands trying to get me to stay put, and head into the dining room. As an afterthought, I give his jeans-clad ass a resounding smack, smirking to myself at his mock-shocked whispered "Scully!" before settling myself on the floor with my post-its and papers.

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[ FM ]

Mind still reeling - I didn't peg her to be the ass-slapping kind of woman - I return from the kitchen with sandwiches to find her sitting on the floor, already surrounded by pieces of paper and colorful post-its in hand, frowning deep in concentration.

"You know, there's a perfectly good set of chairs to sit on, you don't have to sit on the floor, Scully!"

She's already in full-work mode and just answers with a distracted " 'S fine, more space down here…" and a thank you for the proffered sandwich-plate.

I follow her example and sit down to work myself, shuffling around gruesome crime scene photos that really turn me off my own sandwich. After working so long from home, alone except for sometimes Felix being there, I've completely forgotten how nice it actually is to work alongside someone.

Even if you're both working on separate things, I really enjoy the company and the rustle of someone else's papers and the occasional hum from Scully when she's stuck on something. I'm just glad she doesn't have an annoying habit, like pen-clicking, that would drive me insane.

Bored with my photos, I look down to watch her curiously, sitting among her mess on the floor, colored post-its scattered on a big sheet of paper with names scribbled on them, head tilted, a crease between her brows and chewing on a pencil.

"Whaaaat-cha doing?" Is your boyfriend really your boyfriend if he doesn't annoy the shit out of you sometimes?

"Sheating shart.," is her mumbled answer around the pencil she takes out to enunciate a little more clearly, dragging her gaze from her workspace for a moment.

"Seating chart. The kids gave me a wishlist of three names of kids they'd like to sit next to and I'm trying to figure out how to meet their wishes without going nuts with their incessant chatting. Kyle can't sit next to Maddie because he has a crush on her and keeps bothering her. Stan has ADHD and can't sit next to Alex, who's really loud and unpredictable, which will trigger a freak-out. Sophie is a chatterbox and really wants to sit next to her best friend Marie, but that's not going to happen, so I might have to seat them with their backs to each other to trick them into thinking I've fulfilled their wishes. And so on…"

"Sounds more like a soap opera than an actual classroom," I joke wryly and she laughs, nodding.

"Yeah, certainly feels like it sometimes. Are you done already, if you have that much time to chat?" It's such a teacher thing to say, I shake my head chuckling and obediently return back to work. I'm a little afraid she'll put me in detention if I act out.

When I get bored again with my report, I briefly wonder if I have ADHD too, like her Stan and lean back in my chair with an exhale. "Wow… it must be so nice to play with colorful post-its instead of groping around the minds of disgusting killers, I'm kind of jealous…"

The carelessly uttered statement was supposed to be funny but it fails miserably, because she sets down her pencil a little too carefully and looks up at me slowly, miraculously transformed into the Teacher-Scully. I haven't seen her in months, the one with the pronounced raised eyebrow, slightly pursed lips that speak volumes of her disdain, and an even, slow tone of voice with just a bit of an edge to it.

"Would you like a chance to rephrase that statement? To make it sound a little less condescending?" Oops.

To be completely honest, I'm a lot scared of Teacher-Scully and also, weirdly, a little turned on but I absolutely do not want her to think I'm belittling her job.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong, it was supposed to be funny…" I take a big chance on my distracting abilities, sliding off my chair to crawl over to her on the floor to kiss the disdain from her lips and it seems to be working, she's smiling against my lips and mumbles an "You're such an idiot sometimes…" into them.

Pulling back, I point a finger at her with a mischievous grin, trying my hand at the raised eyebrow. "Ah ah ah, you broke the Mulder house-rule Number 1, no name-calling - punishable by Mulder-law!"

The accusing finger tickles her mercilessly until we're both rolling around on the colored-post its giggling like little kids and she's squealing breathlessly for me to stop, I'm messing up her hours of hard work.

It really happens just like they always show on screen, one minute you’re rolling around on the floor laughing and the next minute everything grows quiet and you find yourself one on top of the other, bodies pressed together tightly and legs entwined, searching the other’s face quietly, breathlessly, the ghost of your laugh still on your lips brushing together.

Tentatively. at first until it's not enough anymore and one of us gives into the other's teasing and opens her lips with a little sigh and we're so lost in each other, we forget about gory pictures and colorful post-its. Shirts get pushed up and then out of the way into a mingled heap on the floor and you finally get to feel both of your goosebumps and shivers under your fingertips and I think this is the moment I'll just cease to exist, with her fingers tangled in my hair and her quiet appreciative moans in my ear, in bright daylight on the hard hardwood floors of my dining room.

The wrongness of the when and where slowly seeps into my mind, my very last conscious thought and both of us realize that this is not the right place or the right time for taking this any further - pressed for time until she has to gather up her papers to go home because I'm expecting Felix to be home soon from his baseball practice.

I barely manage to drag myself away from her deliciously bruised lips and flushed cheeks and trace her high cheekbones with my thumbs long enough to rasp out my desperate plea. "Tell me to stop."

It doesn't make stopping any easier with her looking up at me with those big, blue eyes and her fingers still running through my hair slowly and a whispered "I don't want you to stop."

I'm this close to frustrated tears at the unfairness of bad timing and my looming responsibilities and the we can't's and we really shouldn't's and the prospect of spending yet another night with just the memory of her touch on my skin.

Dragging myself up and away from her fully is something I have to, not necessarily something I want to do and from the pronounced pout on her face, it's something she doesn't want to do either.

With an exasperated sigh, we get up off the floor, gather up our shirts to pull over our heads again and get back to work.

"You know… I really hate adulting sometimes. All those rules and responsibilities, blergh!," she laments when her pouting face reappears from her shirt, tugging it down over her jeans. Her pout transforms into a grin when I hook my fingers through the belt loops to pull her closer, leaning down for a last kiss.

"Mhmyeah, adulting sucks. But at least girls don't have cooties anymore!"

I take a deep, cleansing breath and think of England, I get down on the floor to help her finish up the seating chart until she's looking at it with a satisfied nod, declaring we did a good job with it.

After she's gone and before Felix gets home, I take a much-needed cold shower - the anticipation is almost killing me and the cold shower doesn't help much.I can't get the image of her on that damn floor and the contents of that shopping bag out of my head.

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[ DS ]

I’m nervous and giddy with anticipation when I find myself standing on the front steps of the Mulder boys’s house on Saturday, on the verge of starting the night with a sharp knock on the door.

“It's open, come on in!,” I hear Mulder’s muffled voice from inside, so I twist the doorknob and let myself in.

"Hi! I'm glad you made it before the blizzard!" He emerges from the kitchen wiping his hands on his apron and I match his grin once I see what it reads. 'Hot stuff coming through (and I don't mean the food)'

Mh-hm, seems about right, he does look hot, underneath his apron I can make out the crisp white dress shirt with the navy buttons unbuttoned just enough to reveal a few tufts of chest hair and the hollow between his collarbones I'd love to sample as an appetizer.

When he takes my coat off to hang it up next to his, I catch a whiff of his cologne that has him smelling so delicious, I just want to eat him up. 'Get a grip on yourself, woman!,' I have to remind myself with a deep breath, so I don't unceremoniously jump him before we sit down for dinner.

Instead, I try to distract myself with some dry humor. “When did Mr. Trust-No-One-Lock-The-Door-Twice suddenly become Mr. Let’s-Leave-The-Door-Unlocked-For-Anyone-To-Walk-Through?" Head tilted to his side, he considers this for a moment.

“Hmm… I’m leaving it open in the hopes that one day a gorgeous, smart and sexy lady will walk through it.” He gasps in mock-surprise, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “And look, it worked! Come on in, dinner's almost ready!”

Following him only a few steps as he heads back into the kitchen, I take my time to glance around, to take in my surroundings.

The sweet smell of dinner that must have taken him hours to prepare, the soft crackles of the fireplace in the background, the low instrumental music that fills the room, unobtrusively setting the scene that this is not only about fulfilling basic carnal needs.

The elaborate, careful way he's set the table, two candles flickering between plates and silverware and the single daisy sitting in the middle spreads a warmth of being cared about through my chest and gives the part of my heart that's been neglected for so long a careful little awakening nudge.

The chilled wine glass he places into my hand accompanied with that boyish smile of his sends shivers down my spine that evaporate in the warmth of his hand on the small of my back he draws me in with for a kiss that's there and gone so quickly, it leaves me aching for more. Patience is a virtue I find very hard to exercise when it comes to him.

He guides me over to the dining room table with gentle pressure of his splayed out hand in its familiar resting place, pulling out my chair for me like the gentleman he is.

"It smells really good in here, what are we having?" I shake out the rolled-up cloth napkin to place protectively across my lap, following him into the kitchen with my eyes to appreciate the sure-of-himself way he handles pots and pans as well as the outlines of his muscles moving underneath that white dress shirt of his. Mhh delicious. Leaning back a little in my chair to get a good long look at how good his ass looks in his black dress slacks. Catching myself just in time before my chair topples over. Smooth Dana.

"Oh, I just whipped up a creamy shrimp risotto real quick, I've been wanting to try this recipe for a while now…I hope it turned out alright."

His self-deprecating nonchalance is absolutely adorable, acting as if I didn't know there's nothing quick about making the steamy pot he places next to the daisy and that you don't just "whip up" risotto.

"Smells delicious, that's for sure!" It really does, almost as delicious as the whiff of cologne I catch every now and then, and it looks delicious too, decorated with slices of lemon and sprinkled with chives.

"Without your help, I had to take a wild guess with the wine, I hope it's alright… and the candles, I know it's a bit much, but I thought they looked nice and… if you don't like the music, there's a few other stations to choose from…"

Taking another glance around the room, the fireplace, the setting of the table and finally landing on his face, bottom lip drawn between his teeth and a nervous hand raking through his hair, almost as if he's worried I wouldn't appreciate each and every thought he put into this dinner.

"Everything's absolutely perfect, Mulder, thank you. I don't think I've had a dinner like this since… actually, I don't think I've ever had someone prepare a dinner this nice… for me."

I blush a little self-consciously at my admission, purposely leaving out the "by a man" that's implied, but the relief that flashes across his face has me wondering if he ever prepared such a lovely evening before. Or if maybe he did only to be met with criticism about his choices.

"I'm glad you like it. I only learned to cook a few years ago, so I'm still pretty inexperienced but my cooking hardly ever gets any complaints from the little man. Although I think he'd draw the line at shrimp risotto!" The image of Felix's wrinkled nose and the look of disdain on his face pops into my head, amusing me into a small chuckle.

"I can imagine… guess you're lucky to have someone who appreciates it now, hm?" I don't think I'll ever tire of seeing the usually sharp and angular features of his face softening almost imperceptibly when he looks across the table at me, lips quirking upward and a slight tilt to his head.

"Mh-hmm. Very lucky."

'And about to get luckier, Hot Stuff!,' I think to myself with a twinge of anticipation in the pit of my stomach.

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byuncock · 3 years

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Do you still love me? // Baekhyun

pairing: baekhyun x oc/reader

genre: angst, slight fluff?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: unedited! inspo came from a oneshot that is no longer available to read.

The cafe was filled with such a happy atmosphere. You were feeling everything, but.

You looked over to your boyfriend as his attention was solely on the one person sitting across from him. Which so happens to be his ex.

The both of you were out for your anniversary celebration, but it seems like you were the only one excited noting the outfits as you looked down at yours then looking over to Baekhyun's laidback hoodie and sweats. Good thing anything he wears makes him look stylish.

For some reason his ex keeps glaring at you from time to time. You havent even talked to her beside a simple introduction of hello's and my name is.

Your mood for the day has been ruined and dampened even more at the fact that he was paying attention to his ex more than you. You heave out a sigh while staring ahead just wanting them to finish talking so the both of you could just end the day even though it's only the after noon.

Hearing the sigh Baekhyun turns towards you while his friend is still talking. He stares a bit feeling bad that you had to deal with this on a special day.

He turns to her, "Well, it was nice seeing you again. If you don't mind leaving us since we are celebrating our anniversary after all" Baekhyun shoos her politely.

She let's out a flabbergasted "Oh!" and nods at the both of you then leaving. Baekhyun turns his head towards yours and gives a peck at your temple.

Feeling annoyed you stood up to leave not before telling him, "Let's go home, Baekhyun"

You were washing the dishes. Deep in thought about when things went wrong with your relationship with baekhyun.

He's been distant since around a month ago you ponder. Then the affection started decreasing weekly along with dates and communication you investigate.

As you were deep in thought Baekhyun was standing at the entrance of the kitchen the whole time with his arms crossed while staring at you. Also, deep in thought of what words to start off.

"Hey, we need to talk" he starts off as he uncrosses his arms and walks closer to you leaving a good distance.

Coming back to reality you looked over to him then down at the sink since you were still washing the dishes, "What did you wanna talk about?" letting out nonchalantly.

He opens his mouth, but the words are stuck. He closes and swallows, trying again, "I don't think I want to continue this relationship anymore" he lets out softly. As if he was hesitant even saying it, scared even.

You knew this was coming. Were you surprised? No. Just disappointed. You ceased washing the plates and turn to look fully at him, "Why?" genuinely curious even though you were breaking inside.

He stayed silent while looking around. Trying to find the words you assumed. "Do you still love me anymore?" you questioned in a whisper.

He stares at you straight in the eye, "I don't think I love you anymore" he finally lets out. Breaking you completely.

It was suddenly getting harder to breathe. You feel the tears creeping up. But you swallowed a large lump and nodded. Going back to finish washing the dishes, "Alright then, I guess this is it?" you questioned.

Not letting him say anything else when you added, "I'll pack my stuff when I'm done with this" you turn your head at him with a forced small smile.

Then he left.

It's been about a few weeks. Or a month. You don't really know since you lost count of the days. Not having the energy to even care about anything else besides your broken heart.

You were staying at your friend's place, who is kind enough to let you move in, but because of reasons you didn't want to do that to her. Letting her know you'll only be staying there for a short time until you find your own place.

The sun has set and the moon is shining brightly. Though the weather has been nice lately your mood hasn't got any better. So you try to cheer yourself up by having walks daily either in the morning or night.

This time around you were feeling extra sad and heartbroken which led to all memories with Baekhyun and self doubt. Must be your incoming monthly cycle.

You were walking out at night aimlessly. Which should be dangerous, but you didnt care at the moment. Not until someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and turned you around, startling you.

You were so shock you didn't really get to process who the person was before they pulled you into their embrace. The scent giving it away.

The tears you've been trying to keep at bay for the past week had finally been let go.

Baekhyun hears you sobbing and hugs you tighter while whispering apologies and I love yous in your ear.

You were so upset and hurt that he broke it off just like that. All the anger and sadness coming out through your sobs and actions. You pushed him away while looking at him.

"W- What ar-are you doin- doing?" you asked while hiccuping. Now that you were finally able to take a look at him you cried even harder.

He was flabbergasted, didn't know what to do, but pull you in his embrace once again while apologizing, "I.... I'm sorry my love.... I'm so sorry"

He tightened his hug while whispering apologies and sweet nothings.

While you just stood there. Limp. Bawling your eyes out at the same man who broke your heart.

So many thoughts were bombarding your already tired head. Why is he here? Why is he hugging me? How did he recognize me? What the fuck?

Baekhyun let you cry in his arms while he soothes your back. Waiting for you to calm down before he speaks again. When you do he lets out softly, "I would like to speak with you. If that's okay?" pulling away at arms length so he can look at you. Trying to decipher the emotion on your face other than sadness.

You were so confused, "What do you even want to talk about?" giving a deep frown as you try to back away from him and have a decent amount of space in between.

Baekhyun didn't like that. Even though you created distance he still managed to graze his hands down to yours to intertwine them.

"I wanted to apologize" he started quickly. "I know I broke your heart and told you I no longer loved you, but baby was I so damn wrong," he tightened his hold on you.

Millions of emotions ran through you. Still confused obviously. But now. Upset. How can he just do that? One second decides he no longer loves you and breaks it off then come back because he was wrong. Who does that?

He was eagerly waiting for any type of reply, but all he received was a troubled look and thoughts running through your head.

"These past weeks we've been apart felt like hell. I realized I made a mistake shortly after I broke it off with you, but I didn't want to get back to you so soon because I wanted to be sure that I still love you. Which I do, which is why I was trying to plan something until I ran into you" he pauses. Letting you soak in what he said before continuing.

He saw your eyes move from the ground up to his eyes. He took that as a queue to talk again and hopefully convince you how sincere he is.

"Something in my gut told me to do it now or else I wouldn't have got a chance later. So I took it." he pauses again and slowly gravitate you towards him into an embrace so the both of you could look directly at each other.

"Now I am hoping you can forgive me and give me another chance because I love you so damn much. I'm a fucking moron to ever thought I didn't love you anymore. Please, baby. Give me another chance and let me be with you again." he softly lets out with his lips just a centimeter away from yours.

His eyes occasionally drift between your eyes and your lips. Somehow his arms were wrapped around you.

You were still soaking it in. Everything was too much at the moment and in the state you were currently in didn't help.

The whole time he talked you didn't even reply back with anything besides all the emotional looks he caught.

You were deep in thought. So deep in thought you forgot what was happening until you feel his arms tighten around you.

You can tell the situation was making him anxious and your lack of response made it 10x worse.

"I don't" you croaked. Clearing your throat you tried again " I don't know" you finally let out.

He ended up placing his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your eyes. "Please" he begged with a crack in his voice. He closed his eyes and his expression seemed like he was holding back his tears.

You didn't feel bad.

You pulled away from him. Making sure you were six feet apart and he stood there with his eyes closed. You can see a tear run down his pretty features.

"My number's still the same" you whispered. You stood there for another few seconds then turn to leave.

If he wanted you back then he better work his ass off.

You were not going to experience that heart break again. You wanted to be sure that he means it so if the both of you do get back together there wouldn't be doubts. There wouldn't be second thoughts of what if Baekhyun falls out of love with you again. Because you have no idea if you can handle that the second time.

As you are walking back to your friend's place. Your phone vibrates.

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