#to me it feels like a lot of others use being loud and shouting dialogue as a crutch đ
8 & 53 from the concerned caregiver dialogue for whoever you think fits
Day 21: Nausea
Another fluffy drabble for @medwhumpmay ft. clueless teenage Alex and Ryo (15/16) taking care of a sick Shu. And finally tackling this ask from @salembutnotthecat using numbers 8 and 53 from these concerned caregiver prompts, sorry it took so long!
Ryo spends a lot of time at Alexâs house where he lives with Shu, and if heâs not there then Alex is over at his house. Thereâs at least one sleepover most weekends and neither Shu nor Ryoâs parents ever seem to have a problem discovering the additional teenage boy in their house.
Ryo likes Shu, but the manâs equal parts overprotective and a pushover. He gets worried if he doesnât know where Alex is for too long but shuts up if Alex shouts at him. Ryoâs fifteen and not in a position to comment on anyoneâs parenting methods by experience, but even he knows Alex could probably benefit from a little more discipline.
Today, though, Shuâs acting⊠different. Heâs usually all eager to get them snacks and ask Ryo questions about school since Alex wonât answer them, but not today. Today heâs near silent and nods at Ryo more like theyâre doing business negotiations than anything. He seems rather ghost like, honestly, all pale and shaky until he disappears into his bedroom.
âHey Alex, does Shu seem off to you?â Ryo asks curiously. âHe seems kindaâŠâ
âDumber than usual? I noticed too,â Alex says bluntly.
âAlex, thatâs not nice,â Ryo scolds him, but the fact that Alex - the king of being oblivious to other peopleâs feelings - actually noticed increases Ryoâs concern. âDo you think heâs sick?â
âProbably. I heard him throwing up last night,â Alex says. Ryo stares at him. âWhat?â Alex asks blankly.
âAnd you still invited me over?â
âI didnât invite you over, you followed me home,â Alex said. Which is technically true, they donât really ask each other to hang out anymore, it just happens. But a warning would have been nice if Shu has some kind of contagious stomach bug. Ryo supposes itâs too late now, though.
âWanna make him soup?â Ryo asks. At Alexâs inevitable why, Ryo shrugs. âI donât know, sick people like soup.â They dig a can of Campbells out from the back of the cupboard - itâs slightly expired, but it smells fine - and warm it up on the stove. When itâs done, Ryo hands Alex the bowl. âGo give it to him.â
âWhat?! Why me? This was your stupid idea,â Alex exclaims.
Ryo rolls his eyes. âHeâs yours, and Iâm not gonna go in his room. Thatâs weird.â
âUgh, fine,â Alex snaps, disappearing into Shuâs bedroom with a loud, âIâm coming in!â Not exactly ceremonious, Ryo thinks to himself. He eats the remaining soup while waiting for Alex to reappear⊠which takes surprisingly long. When he does return, Alex looks flustered. âWell, it made him cry, so thanks a lot for that,â Alex informs Ryo, annoyed.
Ryo canât help but laugh. "Probably because he thought you were abducted and replaced by a nicer version of yourself. Did he finally fall asleep?â
âYeah,â Alex says. âIâm not doing that again.â
âOnce is enough, Iâm sure he will be cured by expired soup infused with love in no time,â Ryo teases him. Alex rolls his eyes and grabs Shuâs wallet off the shelf by the door. He needs pizza after this embarrassing ordeal and Shuâs definitely paying for it.
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If you're still take the writer ask game, how about 3. 13 and 23 đ
Hiya Vilandel, I hope youâre doing well! Yep Iâm still accepting asks for this ask game so no worries đ! I hope you enjoy~!
3 that encompasses my style
IâŠI actually have no idea what my style is to be honestâŠI just kind of write đ
. But I have been told that I write great dialogue and sentences that have a bit of a punch (dynamic sentences maybe?). These two small little sentences are from âChildren of the Future: Shadows of the Pastâ Chapter 11!
â Not a chance, Iâm going to stay right here and help you,â Neva told him seriously as she pulled her grimoire out and held it at her side. â I need my husband, our children need their father, and this kingdom needs its King. This place is our home, and Iâll be damned if I let a few devils take it from us.â She added, making Yuno sigh, why was this woman so stubborn at the worst of times?!
As he opened his mouth to argue, suddenly a hundred or so spells suddenly came flying at the Castle wall, making everyone duck, shout, and use their defensive spells to try to block the onslaught. Yuno quickly pulled his wife down behind the wall and used his wind magic to try his best to shield them from as many spells as he could.
â Iâm not arguing, Neva! This isnât a request, this is an order from your former Captain and King! You will leave and take the kids with you, and if you donât leave willingly Iâll have Ralph drag you there, do you understand?!â Yuno shouted, his voice angry and serious, he rarely raised his voice at Neva. But when he did, that meant he was no longer arguing, and that she either listened to him and did as he said, or he would make her listen.
â Sheesh. You could at least give me a chance to attack!â The devil shouted as they tried to catch their breath, and Yuno, without saying a word, walked towards them.
â H-Hey! Donât you want to know why weâre here at least?!â They shouted as they tried to sit up, but Yuno walked up to them and pushed them back down with his boot.
â I already know everything I need to know. You attacked my home, attacked my people, and attacked me and my family. Thatâs all I need to know.â He told the devil coldly, and he raised his halberd. But just before he could deal the final blow he felt another presence, and quickly turned to use the Spirit of Notos to block an oncoming spell.
13 that helped me understand a character better
Oof this is a hard one, but Iâd have to go with this scene from âChildren of the Futureâ chapter 25! It made me understand Yami a bit better and his feelings towards Charlotte. Because while he is oblivious to her feelings, I donât think thats the only reason why he hasnât reciporcated her feelings yet!
â Do you like mom?â She asked suddenly, taking Yami back a bit. He nearly smirked, she was trying to change the subject and get his attention off of her and Alistar. But as he thought about it, maybe if he told her how he felt about Charlotte, maybe it would help clear her confusion on her feelings.
â I do, I like her a lot.â He admitted softly, this was probably the second time he had admitted it out loud and the first admitting it to someone other than himself.
â Then why arenât you two dating yet? Everyone knows mom likes you, and now I know you like her, so why arenât you two together?â
â Because,â Yami paused for a moment. â Because Iâm not good enough for her yet.â He watched as his âdaughterâ frowned in confusion and he sighed before rubbing the back of his head.
â Your mom, Iâm not good enough for her yet. She deserves someone like her, a noble from clover, instead of someone like me.â Yami explained, Hikari walked over to him.
â But if you two donât get together then me, Hana, and Einar wonât exist!â Hikari argued, Yami smiled softly at her and gently placed a hand on top of her head.
â Even someone like me knows that kid, you existing and being here right now gives me hope that one day I will be good enough for the Prickly Princess. But how I am right now, is nowhere near good enough for that amazing woman.â Yami told her gently, he ruffled his âdaughtersâ hair before looking behind her as Alistar made a grunting noise.
23 that was inspired by a work from another medium (music, visual art, dance, etc.)
Oh I have waaayy to many of these; like, i could make an entire masterlist of oneshots that were written based off a song or a dance! But for this, Iâm actually going to use a scene from âA Colorful Springâ that was inspired from a scene in a Kdrama called âTouch Your Heartâ!
As Klaus talked about their next exams, which were still weeks away, Yunoâs mind couldnât help but wander. Earlier Neva said she liked the glances, the touches, and that sort of thing. So he silently wondered what else she would like. He blinked a bit as he noticed her watching him before turning towards Klaus again, he tilted his head in thought as a sneaky idea popped into his head.
When Neva turned back to look at him Yuno looked her dead in the eye and winked as slyly as he could. Nevaâs eyes widened in surprise, they didnât usually do things like that around Klaus and Mimosa as they were the most likely to pick up on them. She watched as he did it again, this time with a small smirk, Neva shook her head. Two could play at that game.
Neva waited until Yuno finished writing down some notes and when he looked back up, she began to wink back at him. She watched with slight joy as he tried his best to suppress a smile, so she continued to wink at him until.
â Neva, are you ok?â Mimosa asked with slight concern, Neva turned to look at her friend as she tried to come up with a good lie.
â Oh Iâm fine. I just have an eyelash in my eye.â Neva said with a sheepish laugh, Klaus immediately jumped up.
â I have some eyedrops in my bathroom. I'll go get them!â Klaus shouted as he ran off to his bathroom, Neva continued to try and play it off but Mimosa wasnât having any of it.
Klaus came back with the eyedrops and for the next few minutes he and Mimosa went back and forth on who was going to put them in or if itâd be better to try and get the eyelash out with a piece of tissue first.
As this was all going on Yuno was silently chuckling, he couldnât believe the situation Neva had gotten herself into. What started out as playful and silly flirting has now exploded into a medical emergency. He started to chuckle even more as Neva glared daggers at him. Finally they decided to just put the eyedrops in, afterwards Neva continued to just glare at him while mouthing the words âyour faultâ and âyou started itâ.
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hELP OK I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING FUNNY CAN I REQUEST MIKEY BAJI SMILEY AND ANY OTHER CHARACTER U WANT REACTING TO THEIR S/O GETTING CATCALLED IN FRONT OF THEM AND INSTEAD OF S/O BEING SCARED OF THE CATCALLER SHE STARTS BARKING AND LAUGHING AT THEIR REACTIONS??? LIKE THE CATCALLER GETS SCARED WHEN SHE STARTS BARKING AT THEMâ I WANNA SEE THE CHARACTERS REACTIONS DHWODHSOSJSRHWOEH đđđ
THE WAY I CAN VIVIDLY IMAGINE THEIR FACES JUST GOING đđ€š THIS WAS SO FUNNY THANK U SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING THISS U MADE MY NIGHT ILY HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY, BEAUTIFULâ°(*Ž`*)âŻ
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PAIRINGS: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Smiley, & Hanma x fem! reader
GENRE/INCLUDES: fluff, humor, men being idiots aka catcallers and their disgusting dialogues
⥠đđđđđ loves going out in public when you look that good but aside from himself, he knows others would also let you know how you look in a less appropriate manner. So when you're just walking beside him late at night, someone already exceeded his expectations, disgustingly saying something about how your dress should go higher than it already is.
Licking his lips, he walks forward but haults when a bark came from beside himâa really loud and aggressive one at that. He's so tense because he's never heard a bark that close, frightened at the thought of a big ass dog coming to nimble on his legs and it just continues making him turn to you to flee from the scene but he finds the culprit.
Using every power in your voice to build up that bark to those pesty men and the grown man looks at you, terrified and confused.
Mikey stands like a statue but he just bursts into a bark of his own, a crack in his attempt because he was trying so hard not to laugh but fails even more because of their priceless reactions by tapping their friend, signalling them to leave immediately.
"Aha! I barked louder!" Mikey cheers before he finally bursts out in a fit of cackles, grabbing onto your shoulder and burying his head to your forearm just laughing uncontrollably.
"Oi, where the hell did you learn that?" He asks when a few minutes pass and your laughter has half subsided.
"I don't know." You answered, wiping your eyes from. Mikey takes a look at you and he still can't get over how you managed to pull that off but nonetheless, it worked and that's what matters.
"Looks like you don't need me but hey babe, you're like my guard dog now!"
"Shit! Mikey look a stray dog!"
"WHERE?!"
⥠đđđđđđ always has his arm around you in public or casually following you from behind. Now that it's night, on the way to school, he's aware of how many pests lurk around so he's paying close attention to you.
He sees a group of three looking at you up and down before having the guts to shout as if they thought it was a such a good idea.
"That's one tight ass blouse!"
Draken could feel a vein pop out from his forehead just by the sound of his voice. "Ha? SAY THAT-"
There cues a bark from his lover like it's been done before and his head looked a lot like a broken robot trying to find it's direction because it kept flipping back and forth to you and the man. There's aggression in your voice and his eyebrows as well as his eyes were purely showing how shocked he was. Soon enough, he removes his jacket to wrap on your leg before he slings you over on his shoulder while you let out a laugh at how scared they looked, gladly showing them your middle finger knowing Draken wasn't looking.
"What theâfuck was that?" He asks, a cough coming from him, trying to stifle a laugh from the pace of events and putting you down.
"First of all, it worked. How the hell did it work?" He asked, more of a question to himself rather than to you with his hands on your shoulder. "Second, since when?!" He says, finally laughing out loud for how you acted. He is proud though and you could tell by how he holds your face and pecks both your cheek.
"Y/Nâyou are full of fucking surprises, maybe I should learn from you next time."
⥠đđđđ, alike you, wasn't one to step down from protecting yourself. He's taught you enough self defense tactics so you were really capable of your own but it doesn't make him worry less.
Hands intertwined you walked with him until he could feel how the group of drunk men had their eyes on your legs for a long time now. When Baji's hand left yours to tie his hair, you knew you were in trouble but not wanting to make a brawl out of it, you insisted to help so you took a deep breathâ
and barked.
You could've sworn pairs of eyes grew ten times bigger and jaws have intensely dropped to the floor. Your boyfriend, a bit terrified of stray dogs himself, whipped his head to look for the dog but found his girlfriend instead.
"Y/N??!" Baji calls out with a cackle as he looks at the drunk man who was quite scared of his lover. Seeing how distracted he was, your boyfriend ran along with your tactic, barking on his own before he strikes a punch to their jaw and takes your hand to run away like fools. While you run, you two were like wild ass wolfs just howling until you stop by a corner and his hands are on his knees, still laughing at you.
He eventually reunites with you again and holds either side of your cheeks.
"That was fucked up but effective. I love you, you moron."
⥠đđđđđđ loves to embrace you as you walk, hands around you while he was behind you. You just stroll the empty streets in your pajamas to buy some food for movie night while he suggests to carry you on his back for the heck of it. Slinging your arms around his neck with your legs to his side. "Smiley, what time is it?"
"I don't know cutie maybe 3am?" Which made you chuckle at how time has passed too fast. You closed your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulder while he hears a whistle near you. It was a sound meant for you and he feels this disgust hit him knowing even if you were in something so plain, these type of people don't back down. Fluttering your eyes open, you catch the glimpse of a man who just walked pass you, whistling again as if the first attempt wasn't already successful to piss you both off.
Nahoya signals you to hop off his back to give the man a piece of his mind so you obeyed but with no intent to ruin the vibe of the night, you took manners into your own hands by walking up to the man and barked like a mad woman. The guy takes three steps back, bewildered at how you just did it right to his face. Your boyfriends eyes could've opened his eyes too big at what just happened but instead he runs to you with a smile, signaling you to hop on his back once more before running towards the man, barking along with you while you held tight to him as he chased the man like a literal dog, joining you in your act of defense.
Obviously frightened by whatever it was, the man runs as fast as he could to escape you both. Once he is out of your sight, Nahoya errupts into laughs as you got down.
"You made my night."
⥠đđđđđ doesn't like the look of your face when the smoke from his cigarette makes its way to you so he takes a few steps away from you whenever he does it. Sat on his motorcycle with your bare legs crossed, scrolling through your phone with his back turned to you as he exhales.
"Let me put my hand on your thigh, sweetheart." One of the geezers parked next to you two says, getting out of his car from behind you. Hanma slowly turns around, the anger hitting him fast at how the man was approaching you. You shift your body, looking at him dead in the eye before a growl that turns into a bark suddenly comes from you and your boyfriend lets go of his cigarette, holding onto his stomach as he cacklesâunflattering sounds of entertainment from you.
You could see how the man had a very conflicted expression in his face making you chuckle and a very drunk from laughter Hanma stumbles in front of you.
"You, scram, before I beat your ass." He says, still in giggles with a hand to your shoulder.
"Your girlfriend is fucked up!" The man had the nerve to say and Hanma uses his height and his stare to bring him down.
"I saidâscram." He spat with a smile yet his eyes didn't mirror how his smile was supposed to show his emotions. The man speed walks away and your boyfriend looks at you before chuckling once again, wiping his tears.
"Darling, I didn't know you had some bite to you!" He exclaims, pinching your cheeks as you groaned.
"HANMA IT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN BITE MY CHEEK, YOU LITTLE SHIT."
"The puppy's angry~"
TOKYO REV : @strawberrieas @kwrg @raya-sano @kimrena-stuff
OVERALL: @stesphy
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Truth Serum
Pietro Maximoff X Reader
Summary: While working with Tony and Bruce in the lab you accidentally drink some very experimental truth serum, leading to some unwanted confessions with your coworkers.
Warnings: use of y/n, swearing, lots of dialogue, barely proofread, etc.
Word Count: 1.7K
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You were busy working with Tony and Bruce in the lab and jokingly Tony placed his latest concoction next to your drink but you didnât realize until it was too late and you drank Bruceâs experimental truth serum.
âJesus Tony can you turn down that obnoxious music? Iâm so sick of that stupid 70s rock music youâre always playing.â
Tony stopped what he was doing are looked over at you in shock.
âL/n, what the hell are you talking about? You told me you loved my music.â
âWell I lied, I lie to you a lot actually.â You looked up eyes blown wide with dear as you covered your mouth after saying that.
âI did NOT mean to say that.â
âY/n⊠did you just take a sip of that beaker Tony so stupidly placed right next to your drink?â Bruce asked pinching the small space in between his eyebrows
You looked down as remorse filled your gut, noticing a small dribble of blue liquid slowly falling down the side of the beaker you obviously just took a drink from. Your eyes life to meet Bruceâs as you slowly nodded a small yes.
âWell, no thanks to Tony now we get to find out if my very experimental truth serum actually works.â
âTRUTH SERUM?!â You shouted, the last thing you wanted was for your team to have unrestricted access to your secrets.
âNo thanks to me? Are you kidding Banner? This might be the most fun we have with Y/n all year!â Tony said with a cheeky grin
Your groaned and let your head fall onto the desk you were sitting at. âHow long will this last?â You asked muffled
âBest case scenario for you? It could wear off within the next 30 minutes. Worst case scenario? You could be highly responsive and overly truthful for the two days.â
Tony broke out with a loud cackle as he got up from his desk and exited the lab âGood luck kid!â
âAnd theres no antidote?â You pleaded
âSorry, but we were barely in the trial phases of creating this and we donât try to make an antidote unless we know for sure that it works.â
âSo how the hell am I supposed to deal with this in the meantime?â
âMy best advice? Lock yourself away in your quarters for the next day or so to avoid saying anything unsavory to the rest of the team. Because I donât have a doubt in my mind Tony left to go and tell the whole team about your little predicament.â
But before you could reply Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky all came running into the lab practically running over each other.
âOkay, Iâve wanted wanted to know. How do you feel really about Redwing?â Sam asked pushing Rhodey and Bucky aside.
âI think you should find a girlfriend so you stop obsessing over a high tech piece of metal.â You said with an unholy amount of sass, already sick of this treatment. Bucky burst out laughing but you sent a pissed off glare his way.
âDonât think youâre safe either beefcake. Youâre 106 years old and still canât take a joke, not to mention that youâre forgetful as fuck. I mean who the hell just forgets that they have a vibrium arm? Iâm not even going to get started on that staring problem you have that you think is so intimidating.â You snapped, shutting everyone in the room up. Before leaving you locked eyes with Rhodey.
âOh hi Ego Machine! Donât worry, I didnât forget about you. I mean who could when you tell that story of how you dropped a tank at the generals feet every single party? I mean, BOOM were you looking to be interesting?â
After shutting every one in that room down you stormed out and locked yourself in your room. You really could tell if you had taken truth serum or just a liquid curse. You never left your room for the rest of the night, not wanting to risk dinner with the team. But you woke up around 5:30 in the morning to. Very strong feeling of hunger, and prayed no one else would be up this early as you snaked down into the kitchen. You walked past Wanda sleeping quietly on the couch as Vision floated peacefully in the corner.
âCreepy motherfuckerâŠâ you whispered as you stepped into the kitchen
âWhat was that you said about my husband?â Wanda said, suddenly on the other side of the counter looking at you with a tilted head. You jumped almost spilling your cereal
âJesus Christ Wanda! A warning!â You said clutching your head with one hand and the cereal box with the other. But she only looked at you and smiled mischievously
âYou can ask anything you want but youâre not allowed to be upset by the answerâ you stated plaining, pouring some milk into your bowl.
âAre you talking about the truth serum you took yesterday?â Wanda asked, tilting her head at you.
âYeah, it might not wear off for another 24 hours. Everyones been dying to find how I âreallyâ feel about them since Tony ran his big mouth and told everyone about this stupid serum I drank.â
âYou do remember I can read minds, right? I always know when someoneâs telling the truth or lying, I just donât always call them on it.â
âRight.â You said quietly as you stuffed your face with cereal so you could go back to your quarters as soon as possible.
You sat alone in your room unbothered for the next few hours, until you heard a rock at your door.
âDonât come in! Go away!â You shouted turning the page of your book assuming whoever was on the other side of your door would kindly fuck off. But as a tall man with a mop of silver hair entered your room you sighed dramatically and threw your book at him, missing spectacularly.
âI couldâve sworn I said to NOT come in.â you said as you crossed your arms over your chest, looking at the ever so muscular man making his way over to your bed.
âAnd whenâs the last time I took orders from you?â Pietro said with a smile.
âYou never take orders from anyone, Iâm surprised you havenât been kicked off the team yet honestly.â You spat, bitter that he wasnât respecting your wishes to be left alone. A pit of nerves also started to grow in your stomach the closer he came to you knowing how you really felt about him, and that if he asked thereâd be nothing stopping you from telling him the truth.
âAh, you wound me dragĂą.â Pietro says as he mockingly clasps his hands over his heart as if youâd shot him. You just rolled your eyes in response.
âThe team tells me youâve become somewhat of a bitch since yesterday, is that true?â He asked, sitting down at the foot of your bed.
âIâm not a bitch, Tony just tricked me into drinking some of Bannerâs experimental truth serum. But you already knew that didnât you? Either way, spoiler alert. The stupid serum works and probably wonât wear off for another 12 hours. Besides, Iâm only a bitch to the team members I donât like.â Your eyes widened realizing what you just admitted to Pietro
âI suppose thatâs true, Wanda did tell me you werenât too bad when she ran into you this morning.â Pietro said scooting up next to you in bed, normally youâd tell him to fuck off before he got too close so he would know how much you loved being in his arms but when he asked
âIs this okay?â As he stretched his arms over your shoulders pulling you into his chest
âYeah, I love it when you hold me. Or just touch me in general, always makes me feel like Iâm on cloud nine.â The confession just spilled right out of your mouth, causing you to once again to clasp a hand over your lips to prevent you from saying anything else.
Pietro looked down at you with a shocked eyes but a smug smile, deciding to push his luck he asked âThen why do you always push me away and tell me to fuck off anytime I hug you?â
âBecwagh wi dwomt vhmnf to nmfhâŠâ you said, keeping your hand over your mouth to muffle your answer. Pietro shook his head light at you as he took your hand off your lips and held it, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb
âWhat was that darling?â He said as he cobalt blue eyes poured into yours. Itâs like he already knew how you felt but just needed to hear you say it to confirm his suspicions. Months of pinning after you, and now here was his chance. He had no other choice but to act on it. You swallowed the last bit of pride and fear held in your chest and said
âBecause I donât want you to know how I really feel about you.â The last of your walls came crashing down as you smiled gently at the handsome man before you, he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as his faced inched closer to yours.
âAnd how do you feel about me dragostĂ©?â
âLike youâre the only person in the world I could ever fall in love with.â That was all Pietro needed to push aside his ego hearing how you really felt about him as he leaned down and closed the gap in between the two of you pressing his soft lips to yours. Moving gently with you as his lips slotted perfectly over yours, you breathe in his musky scent as you ran your hand across his chest pulling him closer to you. Sadly it wasnât long before you both ran out of air and had to pull away
âSo how do you feel now?â Pietro asked with a cheeky grin plastered on his lovestruck face
âLike I could kiss your stupid face all day.â You said grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him back in for a much more heated kiss.
The rest of your afternoon and week into the evening was spent in Pietros arms sharing soft kisses and fleeting touches. Although admittedly he was sad when the truth serum wore off and he couldnât ask you any and everything under the sun about how you felt about him.
But youâd end up showing him how you felt in other ways later on ;)
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A/N
Ahhh hereâs my 4th post that will be published while Iâm away at camp! Found this little bit in my notes as well and just fleshed it out enough to post! Hope this was enjoyable!
Much Love,
âSkyler
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Motion Sickness, Xu Shangqi
Yes, I wrote this out self projection. I myself have a very weak stomach and can therefor very easily and quickly catch motion sickness.
For those interested about what motion sickness is and what it means for me: Quick story of it, my stomach cannot stand a lot of motion, especially when my brain is unaware of the direction my body is moving in. I get nauseous and light headed and just feel the bile rising up in my throat. So when I go on long car rides for vacation and I cannot see the navigation, I could easily throw up in the car in a matter of seconds. When I sit on the wrong side of the car, I get sick. When I look anywhere else but outside in the car, I get sick. When the car is taking turns instead of driving straight ahead, I get sick. Itâs really annoying and itâs still something I struggle with a lot. I get it on amusement rides, rollercoasters, boats; even when I just move around to quickly or too much. So when I was watching that scene in Shang-Chi where they drive to Ta Lo, all I could think about was how terrible I wouldâve been in that situation. And it inspired me to write this (stupid as it may sound.) Yes, I am aware there is medication for this, but it happens a lot of the times and would I keep using and buying it, I would spend way more money than I actually need to. I only use it for long car rides and boat trips.
Fanfic, female! reader
Fluff, bit of angst
Tw: SPOILERS, motion sickness, description of nausea, lightheadedness, description of vomiting, rising temperature, half consciousness, self projected, description of losing consciousness (but not really), Shang-Chi being worried, established relationship, use of Y/N. Also, I could not find the script anywhere, so half of the dialogue is probably wrong.
Summary: When escaping Wenwuâs home, you join the ride to Ta Lo, even as you are aware that you get severe motion sickness in cars and most definitely will end up throwing up later. Shang-Chi knows this and tries to help, but you canât talk nausea out of someone. Upon arriving in Ta Lo, youâre barely conscious and Shang-Chi gets concerned.
âAre you sure this is a good idea?â Shang-Chi asked, as you sat outside the car you just escaped in.
The ride from Wenwuâs home had been difficult to say the least. You got very nauseous in car rides, and you knew that, yet you wanted to be there for Shang-Chi when he would travel to his motherâs village. It was already clear it was not going to be an easy journey, but you insisted on joining the ride.
At the moment, you were catching some fresh air after the eventful car ride earlier. You forced your nausea down, smiling up at Shang-Chi.
âOh yeah. Iâll be fine.â You assured, standing up and taking a deep breath in.
âYou know you donât have to come along.â He tried again, but you ignored his offer.
âI said Iâll be fine.â You insisted, walking back towards the car. Shang-Chi let out a sigh of defeat before opening the door to the passenger seat.
âActually, Trevor was going to sit there. Seeing as he kind of holds the information and stuff.â Katy said, gesturing towards the man behind you two.
âHe can do that from the back.â Shang-Chi said, but you shooâd him, opening the door behind the passenger seat.
âI can sit here too.â You announced, sitting down before your boyfriend could say anything about it.
âY/N-â âDonât Y/N me.â You interrupted. âIf I get sick, itâs my own damn fault.â
He groaned before stepping in on the other side, his sister seated between the two of you.
âIs something wrong?â She asked, looking towards you with a worried glance.
âShe gets sick in car rides.â Shang-Chi announced, putting on his seatbelt.
âDonât worry.â You reassured her, âIf Iâm going to throw up, Iâm going to aim for Shang-Chi. Youâll be fine.â
âYouâre going to throw up?â She questioned, frowning at the statement.
âIâll try not to, if itâs any consolation to you.â You offered, throwing off your jacket before bundling it up and letting it rest on your lap, holding it against your stomach lightly.
âI hope youâre strapped in. Morris tells us we need to leave now.â Trevor announced, simultaneously making Katy push the gas.
As youâre driving, Katy keeps a steady pace, causing a feeling of relief to wash through you. If this was going to be the pace youâd keep during the ride, nothing could really go wrong.
In front of the car, the trees suddenly started to separate, creating a road for Katy to drive on. You gasped at the sight, having never seen anything like it before.
âThis is so cool.â Katy quietly awed. You hummed in agreement, staring at the greens out of the window.
âMorris says you might want to speed up.â Trevor announced, looking at the rearview mirror. Katy followed his look, before letting a curse word slip and speeding up. All three of you in the back quickly looked behind, eyes widening at the sight of the trees closing back.
You turned around the second you saw what was happening, not ready to move forward while looking back.
âTake a left.â Trevor instructed.
âWhen?â Katy wondered, sparing the man a single glance.
âNow!â He ushered.
Katy took a sharp turn at his words, causing you to immediately grab hold of the handle on the door. Xialing and Shang-Chi both fell towards your side, not having prepared for the turn. You let out a little chuckle at the sight of them, but stopped as the familiar feeling of nausea hit you again.
âRight!â Trevor instructed. Yet again, Katy listened to him, taking a sharp right turn as the woods split into two again.
You had yet to let go of the handle, but you figured it might the closest thing youâd get to grounding at the moment. You felt Shang-Chiâs eyes drill holes into your head, but you refused to look at him. Instead, you kept you eyes on the window outside, knowing shooting your glance anywhere else might lead to some unfortunate consequences.
âRight again!â And at those words, the car stumbled around. Your stomach started feeling heavy as your head grew lighter, but you refused to acknowledge it, silently wishing for it to be over soon. You knew what would happen. You brought this upon yourself and you had no one to blame but yourself. You were in this now and you would not complain about it.
âLeft!â
The next turn came completely unexpected to you, causing you to lose grip of the handle and the jacket on your lap, your hands trying to hold onto the seat in front of you.
As the car was on a straight line again, Shang-Chi quickly leaned over, grabbing your jacket and handing it to you, before opening your window slightly, allowing fresh air to fill the car. He shot you a silent look before returning to his seat.
âDrive faster!â Trevor urged, looking in the rearview mirror again. The forest seemed to close in behind you in an even faster rate now.
Katy just followed his lead, pushing the gas pedal down all the way. The car was hurled forward as your stomach began to flip. You leant your head against the window, your jacket pressed tightly against your stomach.
âRight!â Trevor yelled, the wind that blew into the car now becoming louder than his voice.
As Katy followed his directions, your clothes began to uncomfortably cling to your body, your hair slowly sticking to your forehead. You felt the bile rising up your throat, but you swallowed it back down, knowing there was no way of stopping now.
As Trevor kept shouting instructions, you began to wonder when this maze would end. It had been more terrible than you predicted. Perhaps the nausea of the earlier car-ride still lay heavy on your stomach, which only increased with the current journey. Or maybe the fact that there were no blinkers or navigation used, made your brain confused and uncomfortable, leaving you with a sickening feeling. Perhaps it was a combination of both.
Had this been a bad idea?
Definitely.
Would you ever confess it?
Never.
âClose the window!â Trevor yelled to Katy, holding his hands over his ears.
âDo not close the window!â Shang-Chi shot after him, holding his hand beside Katyâs seat, leaving her unable to access the window buttons.
Your head rested against the backside of the chair in front of you, trying to keep the dizziness at bay, but with every following turn, you felt that uncomfortable substance rising back up. Your head felt too light to lift it now, but your stomach forced you to keep it up before everything would come back out.
You let your head fall towards the window, keeping it up in order to swallow everything down again. The sour feeling stung your throat, nearly making you gasp in uneasiness, but you did your best not to show it. The open window that provided you with fresh air, had begun to lose its purpose, now only filling you with a loud pounding in the ears, every other word suddenly passing by unheard. It wasnât until you felt a warm hand on the one that clung to your jacket, that you moved your head.
Before even looking, you knew it was Shang-Chi, but there was little he could do for you now. He didnât say anything. Instead, he held out a bottle of cold water and a plastic bag. You gratefully took the offer, taking small sips from the bottle before placing the plastic bag on top of your jacket, just in case things would go sideways.
Your hands had grown all warm and soggy, nearly gliding off of the fabric. Your shirt was now nearly glued to your back. The hair you had refused to put up earlier was now suffocating your neck with a heat attack. You could feel the sweat of it fall down your body, making you move uncomfortably in your seat. A sharp ringing filled your ears, your vision showing black dots from time to time.
The car increased its speed suddenly. You had no idea what was happening, but you closed your eyes, not willing to look outside anymore. You needed your focus on your body, trying so desperately to maintain it.
Katyâs screaming disturbed the ringing in your ears as you felt an annoying banging against your brain.
And just like that, the car stopped moving. Heavy breathing was heard all around the car, but you had yet to open your eyes. The nauseating feeling was far from over. You figured it was best to continue driving before you would have to experience everything again.
âEveryone okay?â Katy asked, which went answered by multiple hums.
âMorris says to go right through there.â The man in front of you announced.
âThrough the waterfall?â Katy asked incredulously.
âYes.â Was the simple answer.
And then, the car was moving again. You heard the window beside you shut, but you made no intention to open your eyes yet.
âY/N?â You heard Shang-Chi ask, but you ignored him, waving your hand towards him in a âlet it goâ manner.
How long the car had been driving afterwards, you did not know. You didnât look outside, the earlier trip still heavy on your stomach. It wasnât until the car suddenly stopped, that your stomach decided enough was enough, and resorted to throwing everything out.
You were hunched over the bag in your hands, the vomit slowly leaving your throat, much to your discomfort. You felt two gentle, yet unfamiliar hands wrap around your hair before tying it in a simple pony tail.
Your body felt as if it was on fire, your shirt definitely drenched by now. You tried to catch your breath, but you threw yourself back over the bag before you knew it. A second round falling out just as terrible as the first one.
You could hardly comprehend the door beside you opening, followed by a hand slowly, but steadily rubbing your back. You kept yourself above the bag, even though you were fairly sure you were done now. You began tying it, but it was taken from you before you could grab the ends.
As you unbuckled yourself and stood back up, black spots appeared in your vision again, making you stumble outside, before forcing you to sit down, your back against the car.
âBabe, can you hear me?â You faintly heard, making you hum silently, leaning your head against the car too, your eyes closing again.
âAre you okay?â He asked again, the voice now nearer.
âI just threw up twice. What do you think?â You mumbled.
Your statement went ignored, a soft hand being placed on top of your head instead.
âYouâre burning up.â He remarked, untying your hair and wrapping it in a bun instead, making you sigh in relief.
âGive me a few minutes.â You stated quietly.
âCan you give me that bottle of water?â You followed up in a whisper. It was quiet for a moment before you felt the cold bottle back in your hands. You finished it quickly, handing it back when you were done.
âDo you need anything else?â He wondered again, his hand softly touching your cheek.
âA cold shower.â You mustered out, throwing your head forward, making it rest against Shang-Chiâs chest. âAnd a few painkillers.â
A low chuckle escaped his throat as his hand rested on your back, making you since slightly at the hot and sweaty shirt now being pushed against your body.
âCan you move yet?â He whispered patiently, letting you go, though he allowed your head to keep resting against him.
âGive me a moment.â You muttered, one of your hands falling to your stomach as if it would calm it down.
âThatâs okay.â He answered, shifting a little bit before resting his head on top of yours, one of his his hands connecting with the one that was on your stomach.
âXialing is doing the talking anyway.â He explained, his second hand falling to your neck and stroking it affectionately.
âTell me when to get up.â He proposed, letting you pick your time and comfort.
You hummed in response, happy to be in his arms back on solid ground. You tried turning in your position, but your body quickly show down the idea, fresh nausea returning fast.
Shang-Chi understood what you were trying to do, luckily. He grabbed your waist, carefully turning you around, making your back rest against his chest.
âYouâre drenched in sweat.â He noticed aloud, though that was the only thing he did about it.
Your head fell back in the crook of his neck, making Shang-Chi smile and rest his head against yours. Your hand tried reaching for his, even though you could not see anything right now.
âYou want more water?â He misunderstood, his voice vibrating through his chest.
You just shook your head lightly, grabbing his arm and letting your hand slide down it until your hand connected with his. He squeezed it in comfort, before wrapping his arms around your body, holding you against him tightly, your hands toying with his fingers.
âIâm tired.â You whispered. âDo you mind if I fall asleep right here?â
Once more, Shang-Chi chuckled. âOf course not, babe.â
âThank you.â You mumbled, sinking into his arms, nausea slowly subsiding as your mind finally drifted off.
You were glad he had been understanding, instead of cocky and full of himself at the moment. He did not mention your stubbornness earlier or your stupid comments. And you were thankful for that. You were far too tired or nauseous to deal with these comments now. Theyâd have to wait until tomorrow morning. Besides, a cold shower was next on the agenda, whether Ta Lo had that or not.
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hit and run
requested: no
group: blackpink
pairing: rosé x fem!reader
genre: a shit ton of angst, some fluff
contents: idol!rosĂ©, actress!y/n, closeted!rosĂ©, costar!au, slight enemies-to-lovers, unhappy endings because iâm a bitch, a lot of attempted cinematic parallels, italicized dialogue is when theyâre speaking as their characters
warnings: slight homophobia
synopsis: Thereâs absolutely no reason for you to get involved with a costar who you should hate by all accounts. But of course, you manage to forget that love is usually more like a hit-and-run than a cruise ship.Â
a/n: while i was writing this, i imagined this as what happened before rosie sang âgoneâ, so maybe you can think of it like that too? iâm honestly so terrified of this flopping lmao...Â
for a little background on the film: Y/N plays Luna, a pirate captain who unknowingly sacrificed her family in order to have the power to fight the regime that RosĂ©âs character Helen is a part of. Helen approaches Luna, determined to help her bring justice, but Helen is unable to choose between the benefits of staying with the regime, and following what she knows is right and destroying her life as a result.
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The last thing you want to hear on the morning of your first script reading is that the actress playing your love interest in the film has changed.
âWhat?â you say loudly, straightening in the backseat. Your manager frowns, and you sit obediently, but the scowl doesnât leave your face. âWhat do you mean the actress changed?â
âYeah. She had to leave the movie at the last minute,â he sighs.
Sooyoung was chosen alongside you, after lengthy interviews testing whether the two of you would be able to handle your charactersâ dynamic. It took weeks for the director to decide that you were the pair that she wanted, so the news that youâll be meeting your costar for the first time in front of paparazzi is quite the shock to your system. âShit. Then whoâs the replacement?â
Your manager presses his lips together firmly before answering, âPark Chaeyoung. Sheâs an idol.â
You groan and slump down again. âGreat. Another idol actress? Please donât tell me that this is her first role too. Oh god, is she straight?â
âYes to all of the above,â Chan says tensely.
Maybe youâre being dramatic, but itâs honestly a big deal. Itâs the first leading role youâve bagged, especially in a mainstream LGBTQ+ movie, and Sooyoung was the best costar you couldâve picked. Youâve never met Park Chaeyoung before, and you already know that all your plans are going to be messed up.
Chan pulls the car into the parking lot, and you scowl when you realize that most of the paparazzi have arrived. âWeâre going around the back. Y/N, promise me one thing: donât make a scene, okay?â your manager pleads. âIâm not happy about it either, but Chaeyoung has a good reputation. Youâll just ruin yours if you blow up at her.â
âI promise,â you answer through gritted teeth. You slip through the open side door as soon as you get out of the car, ignoring Chanâs call after you to have a good time like you wouldâve.
To make matters worse, you donât even get a chance to talk to the director or Chaeyoung before youâre swarmed by a crowd of reporters, even if that âtalkâ wouldâve consisted of more yelling than anything. âY/N, Y/N!â
âOkay, let her up!â Seulgi shouts, pushing her way through. She grips your arm to lead you towards the cast table, whispering under her breath, âIâll explain later. But just run with it, okay?â
You have plenty of problems with idol actresses, but youâve never been inclined to say all those problems to their faces. Until now, that is. Now, youâre sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a girl you know has absolutely no credentials to be playing the other role in your upcoming movie, resisting the urge to ball your script up and throw it in her face.
Thereâs nothing wrong with Park Chaeyoung as a person-- sheâs admittedly gorgeous, probably sweet, and youâre sure she isnât a bad actress in any sense. The only thing wrong with the situation is that sheâs painfully straight and auditioning to be your love interest in what might be Koreaâs first mainstream lesbian film, and that you have never spoken to her before.
Chaeyoung avoids your stare with a clenched jaw, and in normal circumstances, you would already be apologizing profusely for making her uncomfortable. In this circumstance, though, your obvious grudge against her only contributes to the dynamic her character is supposed to have with yours.
âMiss Kang, is it true that the actors were only picked today?âÂ
The director grimaces, and the both of you turn to look at the cameras flashing by the sides of the room. It was never the plan to allow paparazzi to sit in on the first reading that you and Chaeyoung would be doing together, especially since itâs true that Chaeyoung was only chosen hours ago, after the original actress bailed. Even though your grudge should be against the girl who left, itâs easier to glare at the one sitting next to you. âNot exactly. Y/N has been confirmed for the role of Luna for months, but we recently added Chaeyoung as Helen. But we can assure that their chemistry will be wonderful,â Seulgi reassures the audience. What a lie.
Yet another reporter calls out, âHow much of the script will we be seeing today, and when will the trailer be released?â
âSince the casting was changed today, the trailer has been delayed,â Seulgi says. You can hear the panic in her voice, and clear your throat. âAs for the script⊠weâre only doing part of one scene that will show up in the trailer today, so weâll just let them begin. Y/N?â
As you take a sip of water to prepare yourself, you almost hope that Chaeyoung messes up her part. It would be bad press, sure, and it would only contribute to Seulgiâs stress, but it would be satisfying for her to realize that she doesnât deserve her part. Sheâs just an idol, after all, and sheâs taking away representation from the people who need it.
âAre you saying youâre better than me?â you begin, your voice ice-cold.
You watch Chaeyoungâs throat bob, but her voice is steady and clear when she says her line. âNo! Iâm not saying that Iâm better than you⊠but by all accounts, thereâs no way you should have this power.â
âWould you be less scared then?â You pause, watch as Chaeyoungâs expression changes to the panic that her characterâs would. âIâm kidding, Helen. I did things to get these powers, things that Iâm not proud of.â
âWhy would you do that? Youâre strong⊠you donât need them.â
âIâve never been-- shit.â The tips of your ears start to burn, and suddenly, your lines are swimming before your eyes. Maybe all your hoping and wishing that Chaeyoung messes up has reflected onto you instead.
She attempts to remind you, âI havenât always--â
âI know,â you hiss, but your voice is too loud in the silent room. Chaeyoung turns bright pink, too, but you still canât seem to say your lines out loud. Shit, shit, shit--
âIâm just trying to help,â she sighs.
You whip your head to glare at her, and she winces at the daggers you send in her direction. âShut the hell up--â
âOkay, the script reading will end here,â Seulgi announces loudly, and you bite down hard on your tongue. You donât dare to look at the other cast members, donât dare to think about how they must be guilting you for cutting their PR short. âThank you everyone, please leave with security.â
You stay in your seat, staring at your script with burning eyes until you feel a hand on your shoulder and jolt. âHey,â Chaeyoung reminds you, âwe can leave.â
âDonât touch meâ is your only answer, and you storm out of the room. Alone.
The next time you see Chaeyoung is the next day, at a script-reading that the paparazzi knows nothing about. (You do see a friend request from a Park Chaeyoung the night before, but you ignore it.)
Seulgi attempts a smile, but it doesnât hide the bags under her eyes. She claps and raises her voice to get the castâs attention. âOkay, everyone. We didnât get what we wanted yesterday, but thatâs fine. Um⊠letâs try yesterdayâs scene from Chaeyoungâs part, okay? From âyou donât need themâ.â
Chaeyoung nods. âYouâre strong⊠you donât need them,â she starts, worry tinging into her voice.
âI havenât always been strong,â you reply, your voice harsher than it should be just to stop yourself from messing up again.
âStill. Powers arenât everything, Luna, itâs too hard to have them.â
You sigh. âNewsflash, princess. Itâs harder not to.â
âBut--â Chaeyoung interjects.
âDid you ever think,â you cut her off, âthat I didnât care that itâd be hard? Did you ever think that the rest of us are tired of you abusing the thing that youâre given, but we have to fight for?â
You look right to Seulgi once you finish, ignoring the part underneath that says you should look to Chaeyoung at the end of the scene. The director smiles anyway. âThat was great, you two. I think you capture the tension perfectly, which is a relief.â
You fight the urge to laugh. âI know that changing our main cast so close to the actual production is really difficult,â Seulgi sighs. âAnd Iâm really sorry to inconvenience you all. The schedule is really squished now, and we just have to work through it. Chaeyoung, Y/N, all I ask is that you try to work together, okay? I know youâll be amazing together.â
Chaeyoung speaks, possibly for the first time besides her lines. âOf course, Ms. Bae. Iâll do my best.â
âIâm sure. We have to cut this short, again, but weâre scheduled for costume fitting right now,â Seulgi groans. âWe have to at least get the outfits for the trailer to fit. Sorry, everyone. Down the hall, okay?â
Of course, you and Chaeyoung have to get fit together. The only sound in the hallway is that of her heels clicking on the wood, and you resist the urge to shout at her to stop. Luckily, you arrive in the fitting room before you can.
Your eyes widen at the dress hanging there. Itâs incredible, even without the layers that would support the skirt-- you canât even imagine how the beading and pink silk would look on Chaeyoung. Ethereal, probably. âY/N, yours is here,â the costume director laughs, beckoning you over.
Even though your own outfit isnât nearly as opulent, you canât help but admire the gold detailing on the cuffs and the tailoring. âThank god yours doesnât take so much sewing,â the director grunts, pinning the side. âYou know, the two of you are going to look fantastic in these, even if we have to spill all that blood on them to shoot the trailer.â
âSooyoung wouldâve looked better.â Itâs mean, and itâs a low blow, but the director doesnât take your bait.
She pokes her head out to where Chaeyoungâs being fitted. âNow? Okay, Y/N, go out there. We need to take a look at the two of you together.â
You canât stop your jaw from dropping when you see Chaeyoung. Sheâs all candyfloss hair and gold adorning her tiny waist, and in all her glory, you canât stop yourself from thinking that maybe she was made for the role. âYou look really good,â she compliments softly.
Nodding stiffly, you turn for the seamstresses. Chaeyoung moves to fiddle with her gloves when she realizes that you have absolutely no interest in continuing the conversation.
Well, if thereâs one thing you can nitpick about her, it isnât how she looks; she looks absolutely perfect for the role of Princess Helen, maybe even more perfect than Sooyoung.Â
One of the costume directors steps in. âOkay, you can get changed out, but you have to come back in a few hours,â she tells you. âWe have to make a lot of changes, then fit you again.â
You step down from the podium, going towards your dressing room without a second thought until Chaeyoung calls for you. âY/N? Do you want to have lunch later? In your trailer or something?â
âSure,â you answer, barely glancing back. When you do, all you see is her with shiny puppy eyes, and in her giant gown, itâs eerily similar to the role sheâs supposed to be playing.
âItâs nice. Youâve decorated it?â
You nod absentmindedly, clearing the narrow couch off for yourself to sit on, since Chaeyoung has taken the only chair that could fit in the trailer. âYeah. I mean, Iâve had it for a few months, so.â
She winces. âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â you frown. Chaeyoung apologizes too much, but at least sheâs upfront about whatever she has to say.
Your costar sighs, âFor usurping the role? You mustâve gotten attached to Sooyoung, and itâs got to be horrible for me to just⊠arrive like this.â
âYou know⊠thatâs part of it.â You canât lie; a big part of the resentment you hold against Chaeyoung is the fact that she took a role meant for someone else, someone you were friends with. âThe other thing⊠I donât like idol actresses,â you tell her.
Chaeyoungâs brows furrow, and she leans forward. âWhy? I mean, why donât you?â
You pause to think about it. âWell⊠I mean, think about it like this. Sooyoung and my auditions went for weeks before we were chosen, as a pair. Didnât you get this role because you were an idol? You had to audition, sure, but I bet you just flashed a few smiles and read the script and got chosen. How is that fair?â
She opens her mouth to speak, but you hold your hand up and continue, âAnd the other thing. Youâre straight.â
Chaeyoung chokes on air at that, spluttering, âWhat? You hate me because Iâm straight?â
âNo,â you say incredulously, âWell, I donât hate you. But you being straight, and landing the lead role in a film like this⊠youâre taking away representation. And thatâs kind of shitty of you.â
The air inside the trailer becomes suffocating, and Chaeyoungâs fiddling with the jacket in her lap finally stops when she throws it aside and stands up. She sounds like sheâs about to cry when she says quietly, âHave you ever considered that Iâm not straight? Itâs not⊠itâs not that easy to be out about it--â
âOh, cry me a river,â you groan. âLook, I apologize for assuming, but if you want to act in lesbian roles, you canât pretend to be straight. Itâs all for your fans, isnât it? Another part of being an idol--â
She stands up, then storms right out of the trailer without another word, the door banging closed. The only thing you can do in response is sigh and utter a quiet, âShitâ.
Perhaps itâs just your luck that the first proper scene you have to film with Chaeyoung is your culminating kiss scene.
It shouldnât be in the trailer at all-- according to the scene schedule, the two of you wouldâve filmed your scenes together in chronological order, and the kiss wouldâve been at the end, hopefully after a reconciliation between the two of you. However, for some inexplicable reason, itâs going to be the first one you do, without a single second of rehearsal.
Youâre a one-take wonder, and you always have been, but you canât help but think about how impossible itâs going to be to pull off such an intense scene with someone you just fought with. Sighing, you lean over to fiddle with your hair; itâs slightly tangled now, and thereâs a fake scrape on the side of your cheek.Â
At a side, Chaeyoung is similarly beat up, fake blood smeared on the left side of her face. Her long hair has been put in an updo and then taken down, and parts of her dress are ripped; to you, she looks more like Helen than herself now.
âOkay, everyone, are we ready? Positions, please!â
You arrange yourself on the ground where you should be, holding a handkerchief to your cheek like instructed as Chaeyoung stands by the camera to run to you. Exhaling sharply, your eyes meet hers for the first time in days. âAction!â
Chaeyoung sprints to you as soon as sheâs cued, falling in front of you in a heap. âLuna,â she gasps, reaching a gloved hand out to the âinjuredâ half of your face.
âIâm fine,â you smile weakly. The camera hovers by Chaeyoungâs shoulder, and you soften your gaze as much as possible as your hand comes up to hers.
The other girl only moves closer, her eyes scanning yours and her dress surrounding the both of you like a sea of gauze. Her nose is almost brushing up against yours, and you mutter softly, âBe careful. I donât want you to do anything you donât want.â
âWell, what do you want?â Chaeyoung implores, almost inaudible. Her breath quivers, and you feel it when you reach forward to cup her jaw. âLuna, what do you want right now?â
âIâm not making a move until you tell me to,â you shake your head.Â
The blondeâs hands slip off your face, and she braces herself on your thighs instead. She laughs breathily, âCoward.â
âYour coward, huh?â
Chaeyoung pauses, scraping her teeth across her bottom lip. Itâs so quiet that you think you could hear a pin drop, and the torches held up by the crew flicker across her face so naturally. âIf you want to be.â
Thereâs probably another line that comes after, but with Chaeyoung so close to you, it swims blurrily in your mind. So instead, you just lean up, pull her down, and connect your lips.
She plays along, thankfully, stumbling slightly in her characterâs eagerness to get a little closer. The only thing you can hear is Chaeyoungâs slight gasp when you let your hands wander down to her waist, and itâs almost scary how absorbed you are in the scene.
âOkay, cut!â Seulgiâs shout breaks you from your trance, and you hold your hands up as if in surrounder. Chaeyoungâs cheeks are red yet again when she sits up, staring anywhere other than you.
Your director hops off her chair to run towards you, a huge grin on her face. âThat was perfect,â she shouts. âY/N, I think you forgot a line? But it worked out amazingly. The one-take wonder, right?â
You grin when she pats you on the shoulder, a little harder than necessary. Apparently, all your worries were for nothing, as you and Chaeyoung stand to monitor your own shot in the screen next to Joohyun.
You canât even hear all the praise she showers on the two of you, and you pay no attention to all the details she points out that apparently showcase your perfect chemistry with your costar. All you feel is a slight squeeze on your hand, hidden in the mess of fabric by your side.
You jolt awake at the sound of your phone ringing loudly by your side, finding an unknown number as the caller ID. Accepting hesitantly, you greet, âHello?â
âY/N? Did Chan give me the right number?â
Oh. Itâs Chaeyoung. âYeah.â You clear your throat in an attempt to sound a little less drowsy, then repeat, âRight number. Whyâd you ask Chan?â
âWell, itâs kinda hard to find you when you never accepted my request,â she laughs quietly. âUm, I have to record the OST today, and I was wondering whether youâd want to come watch? Chan said you didnât really have any scenes later today.â
âUm. Okay. Iâll ask Chan to bring me,â you answer, then hang up. Your head swims slightly, partially due to the fact that you woke up to the piercing sound of your ringtone and partially because you just donât understand why Chaeyoungâs reaching out again. You should be the one apologizing, after the tangent you went off on, and you highly doubt that your kiss scene doubled as an apology. Of course, youâll take it.
Your manager is more than pleased to pick you up this time, but thankfully, he doesnât question you. If he did, heâd probably be the one you shouted at.
The studio is honestly too small for two people, probably hastily set up, but you recognize the recording equipment from a video of Chaeyoung recording one of her groupâs songs. And you recognize the girl already standing in the recording booth, waving you over. âHi,â she smiles, and for all you try, you donât see a hint of malice.
âHey,â you mumble, taking a seat. âUh⊠Iâm sorry.â
âWow, straightforward,â she tries to joke. âWhat for?â
You scratch the back of your neck, sighing, âFor assuming, for blowing up on you, for⊠I donât know, kind of everything. Iâm an asshole, even if what I said wasnât wrong.â
Chaeyoung chuckles, fiddling with the mic. âI mean, I appreciate the apology, but I wasnât great either. You definitely had some truth behind what you said, even if it was kind of too to the point.â
âI know. You were just trying to apologize and help us become civil, and I kind of ruined it,â you hum. The other girl adjusts the lyric stand as you continue, âBut Iâm hoping you understand why I had to say what I did?â
âI do,â she agrees. âYouâre definitely right that itâs not good representation at all, I just wish you had heard me out.â
You nod uncomfortably, changing the way you sit on the couch just to distract yourself. âSo⊠youâre gay? Iâm just asking because I donât think Iâve ever heard you talk about it, and Iâve seen plenty of your interviews.â
âSo you watch my interviews?â Chaeyoung teases. When you scowl, she just smiles, âI canât say specifically, but I am confused. You said last time that itâs just another part of being an idol, and youâre⊠youâre right. Itâs taboo for idols to be gay, even though Koreaâs opening up to it a bit more now. So even though I want to, I donât think I can ever be out about it.â
âI understand. And Iâm sorry,â you say quietly.
She swallows, throat bobbing. âThank you. Hey, Y/N⊠would you mind singing with me?â
âWhat?â You stare up at her incredulously; itâs not like your singing would make the other girl faint on the spot, but you definitely donât possess an angelic voice like hers, either.
But maybe itâs an olive branch. âJust⊠can you match this note?â She hums, and you attempt to create the same pitch. âOkay. Can you do the chorus part in that key, while I do it in the main one? Weâll sound better like that,â Chaeyoung offers.
Against your better judgement, you stand, and shuffle into the recording booth next to her. âIf this sounds bad, youâre taking the blame,â you warn, and she giggles while twisting the stand so you can see.
You do sound good together, maybe to a level that you wouldâve never anticipated.
You know that somethingâs off when Chan doesnât wake you up bright and early on your birthday, even if Seulgi already promised that you wouldnât have to go to work on the day of. After spending many a birthday with him, youâve already gotten used to him tugging you up just to take you outside and celebrate somehow.
You know somethingâs especially off when you hear a female voice cursing from your kitchen, and smell something burning.
âWho the shit-- Chaeyoung?â
The girl turns in surprise, caught red-handed with a piece of burnt toast pinched between her fingers. âUm. Hi?â she offers weakly.
Suddenly self-conscious, you cross your arms over the faded sweatshirt you wear. In your own apartment, Chaeyoung is leagues more put-together in the summery dress she wears, her dyed hair tossed in a braid and glitter shining at the corners of her eyes. âHello?â
âChan said you wouldnât be awake for a few hours,â she sighs, shaking her head as she tosses the toast in the trash. âAnd I wasnât supposed to burn the toast.â
âWhat were you supposed to do?â you question, stepping closer. Thereâs a cake box on the counter, as well as a couple suspicious tubes of icing right by it, and you think you know whatâs going on.
Chaeyoung huffs out an exasperated breath. âI was supposed to surprise you. Chan has something going on at home, so he sent me to supervise your birthday instead. Obviously, I messed that up.â
âItâs fine,â you shrug, taking a seat at the counter and reaching for the icing. âIâve always wanted to decorate a cake anyway.â
She looks surprised at that, but a smile breaks out across her face. âReally?â
âReally,â you confirm. Itâs partially a lie, but youâre decently sure that Chaeyoung will refuse to let you do most of the work anyways. âUh. Iâll just change first, and then we can get that going?â
âYeah,â she grins, and you take it as your cue to scurry off to the bedroom.
By the time you come back, thereâs a plate of not-burnt toast on your counter, and Chaeyoungâs pouring out two glasses of the juice that you can never bring yourself to buy because of the price tag. âI hope you like it, this is one of my favorites.â
âLike it? I love this,â you gasp, surging forward to pick up one of the glasses. âItâs expensive as hell, though.â
âWell, I couldnât get you a gift, so I thought a nice morning would suffice,â Chaeyoung laughs. She unties the bow on the cake box to reveal a completely bare vanilla cake, a few packets of sprinkles that you hadnât noticed now lying next to it. âDo you want to start?â
âOh, sure.â You choose the blue icing after a bit of debating, and pick up the spatula that your costar offers you. âYou didnât have to, though, I wouldâve been okay on my own today.â
Chaeyoung shrugs, âI mean, I didnât have anything else to do, and I wouldnât like to be alone on my birthday.â
âHow do you usually celebrate?â you question, glancing up at her.
She pauses to think, then answers, âWell, I do live with my members, so weâll get something to eat. Sometimes, weâre on vacation, so we just do what we can, but I like staying in the dorm to receive the things that their families send me.â
âIt sounds sweet.â
âIt is,â she grins. âI honestly donât know what I would do on my own, it seems lonely-- Oh. Iâm sorry.â
âWhat for? It is kind of lonely,â you admit, squeezing a glob of icing out. Itâs definitely not as graceful as you wouldâve appreciated, and you catch Chaeyoung stifling a laugh. âChan lived with me at the beginning, but he eventually moved out when I got a girlfriend. Obviously, that didnât laugh.â
âSorry,â the other girl repeats again, and you wave a hand out. âWhen was that?â
âShe moved out two years ago,â you answer. âAnd Iâve been alone since. Or, lonely, not always alone.â
Chaeyoung nods just so that you know she heard you. She accepts the icing tube when you hand it to her, making a spiral thatâs infuriatingly better than yours. âHow about you? I know you said you arenât out, but have you dated yet?â you question.
She shakes her head, admitting, âNot yet. I donât really know how to, you know? You assumed I was straight when you first saw me, so I think everyone else does too.â
âSorry,â you say, an echo of her.
Your costar doesnât respond, only setting the spatula down once the basic blue icing is smooth. âI think weâre supposed to refrigerate this before decorating, right?â
You grimace. âWell, I donât know. I stopped watching cake videos years ago, so Iâll just listen to you.â
Chaeyoung hums and ties the box back up. âOkay, then Iâll just do it. Um, do you mind ordering chicken or something while we wait?â
âSure.â Reaching for your phone, you ask, âWould you be opposed to romcoms?â
âIâm never opposed to romcoms,â the other girl answers.
You have to remind yourself to order two servings of chicken, something that you havenât done in a while. But itâs comforting, in a way, to not be alone again.
âCan you believe weâve only got a week left of filming? I feel like I havenât seen you at all.â
You wince guiltily, even though you know that Yerim doesnât mean it. Acting with your friend was originally a huge incentive for you to accept the filmâs role, but the two of you quickly discovered that you had almost no scenes together, and with your push-and-pull with Chaeyoung, you forgot all about it. âSorry, Yerim.â
She makes an incredulous expression, swatting your arm. âDonât be ridiculous, Y/N. Iâm happy youâre pursuing love and all that, and besides, weâll have plenty of opportunities to act together.â
Blinking, you set your cup down on the counter. âPursuing love?â
Yerim raises her eyebrow and says, âYeah. Arenât you and Chaeyoung together yet? Weâve been filming for two months, Iâll be shocked if you still haven't kissed and made up.â
âUh. Well, weâve kissed, but I donât think it counted,â you frown.Â
Your friend sighs and rolls her eyes. Sheâs all too used to how dense you are, and apparently, sheâs finally gotten tired of it. âYouâre an idiot. You literally met the morning of your first script reading, and you knew each other for⊠what, a week before you had your kiss scene? Thereâs got to be something there.â
âNo.â
Right on cue, a few of the other cast members arrive, Chaeyoung sandwiched between them. âHave you seen the articles?â Nayeon grins, waving her phone around in the air. Sheâs drunk, obviously, but you have to indulge her.
âWhich articles?â
She shoves the screen in your face as an answer, and you cringe when you find a screencap of you and Chaeyoung. âYou wonât believe the chemistry-- nope, Iâm not reading that.â You hand the phone back to Nayeon, then press it in her hand when she doesnât take it. Yerim sends you a knowing expression, one that you definitely donât like.
âAw, come on! Itâs good press,â Nayeon whines. âAnd a great kiss scene.â
âDonât be weird,â Chaeyoung warns. She doesnât seem to be drunk at all, though she does look fantastic in the silver dress that she wears. Your eyes linger on her for an embarrassing amount of time.
Nayeon pouts. Sheâs bubbly-- youâve learned that much through acting alongside her in a total of three productions so far. You note that your costar doesnât seem to be so accustomed to her temperament yet. âYouâre no fun, Chaeng. We all know you enjoyed it.â
She goes bright pink at that amidst Yerimâs joking coos. âThe token straight, converted?â your friend gasps, and you elbow her to stop her from going too far.
Apparently, it already has. âI didnât!â Chaeyoung defends herself.
âProve it,â Nayeon demands, slipping when she attempts to lean on the counter next to you.
Chaeyoung goes silent at that, apparently unable to find a way to âprove itâ. You finally sigh, âOkay, I think thatâs enough teas--â
If it wasnât for the fact that youâve long since memorized your entire script book, you would almost think that Chaeyoung reaching forward to tug on the front of your shirt is a scene between your two characters. After all, itâs perfectly in character for your eyes to widen comically as the other girl kisses you right on the lips.Â
Itâs also in character for Nayeon to start whooping next to you when your hands wrap around Chaeyoungâs waist to pull her in closer. You part at the noise. âYou certainly look like you liked it,â Nayeon grins.Â
âYeah, get a room,â Yerim follows, and you shove her.
âYou know what? Maybe we will.â Ignoring your friendsâ jeering, you grab Chaeyoungâs wrist and lead her down the hallway, though not to a bedroom like you joked you would. âHey. You okay? I didnât know if that teasing crossed a line,â you whisper worriedly.
She bites down on her lip, but instead of answering you, Chaeyoung tilts your face up and leans closer, only stopped by your hand on her wrist. âChaeâŠâ
âIâm sorry, this⊠this isnât what you want, is it?â She steps back, mouth already opening to apologize, but you stop her from leaving you alone in the hallway.
âShouldnât I be asking you that?â With the flashing neon lights echoing in her eyes, you canât tell what Chaeyoungâs feeling, and you canât tell if sheâs willing to answer you properly at all. âIâm not making a move until you tell me to.â
Still, you donât hear her say a word, until your grip starts to loosen on her wrist. âDid you drive here yourself?â she finally asks, barely audible. You nod hesitantly, and Chaeyoungâs voice grows firmer when she says, âIâm telling you to make a move.â
âI thought you were questioning?â
She swallows hard and takes your hand. âNot anymore.â
You donât taste any alcohol when you lick your lower lip, and so, you nod. Itâs stupid, especially considering how quickly your time together is about to end.
But for once, you know what you want.
âGood luck out there, Chae,â you smile, arms wrapped around the girlâs waist.Â
âThanks,â she hums, adjusting her hair yet again in the mirror. âWeâre almost done filming, I have to promote us well so that we have enough money to at least put the damn film out.â
âMm.â Your thumb smooths over the sliver of skin exposed by her top, and you place your chin on her shoulder to look at the two of you together.
She glances down at you. âWhat? Are you thinking about something?â
âSort of,â you shrug. âI just canât believe weâre almost done, but we⊠we just started this. You know, this thing between us.â
âYeah, itâs definitely a thing. But it doesnât have to stop with filming,â Chaeyoung says offhandedly.
Raising an eyebrow, you question, âDoesnât it? Itâs going to be suspicious for us to constantly be seen together after filming together, Iâve seen the way your fans behave. Especially while youâre not out.â
âI think I can negotiate that with my company,â the other girl shakes her head.
You joke, âWhat, you release another two albums if you get to come out about having a girlfriend?â
âDo you want to be my girlfriend?â Chaeyoung responds immediately. Her ears pink endearingly, and you wait for her to clarify, âIn secret for now, obviously. But⊠one day, Iâll be out about it. I promise.â
âDonât make empty promises, okay?â You press a kiss to her bare shoulder and let her go when you hear a knock at the dressing room door. âDo good!â
âAlright, Chaeyoung, itâs about time that we ask you some questions about your upcoming film, isnât it?â
âYeah, absolutely,â your costar smiles, and you raise your head from your phone to watch the screen. Sheâs sitting cross-legged across from some of the most famous idol interviewers in Korea, absolutely poised and natural even in front of the crowd that cheers over the interview.
The woman behind the podium clears her throat. âA huge talking point in Korea right now is your chemistry with your costar, Y/N. How exactly do you pull that off, since youâve never experienced a relation like that?â
Chaeyoung laughs nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear. âOh. Well, um, I donât have much experience with relationships at all, so--â
âReally? A pretty girl like you must have had a boyfriend or two before.â You despise the way that the interviewer leans in conspiratorially, as if the prying questions werenât completely scripted. âBut you seem a little to pretty to have experienced that, am I right?â
The crowd laughs with her, but Chaeyoung glances behind the scenes, probably to where her own staff sits. âYou know, you can tell me if you ever felt⊠uncomfortable during filming,â the interviewer continues on. âY/N has been out for years, hasnât she?â
âOh, she hasâŠâ Youâre practically fuming, but you also canât seem to pry your eyes away from the screen. All of Chaeyoungâs practiced idol-charm has seemed to dissipate into thin air, and sheâs practically blending into the wall as she sits there.
The Chaeyoung you know-- no, the Chaeyoung that youâve come to know, wouldnât stand to hear something like that. Youâve watched her argue with a scriptwriter, and youâve watched him get fired because he said something incredibly offensive, even though it wasnât about you. But here, she sits still and just listens to the interviewer discuss you behind your back, and she says nothing about all the disgustingly backhanded comments.
The thing is, you donât care about Chaeyoung not being out. You were closeted for enough time yourself, and you know how hard it is, so youâd never wish it on her; but watching her completely let go of all her personal principles just for a stupid interview is just another reminder that youâre letting go of your own. Chaeyoung wonât ever speak up, you realize, because her career comes before anything else. And you canât stand for that.
âIâm leaving,â you tell the guard standing outside of your door. Only increasing your anger, tears start to burn in your eyes, and you scrape your sleeve across your face as roughly as you can. Chan picks up on one dial, and you say furiously, âPick me up. Itâs over.â In more ways than one.
Chaeyoung shivers at the top of the hill, where sheâs supposed to be filming her closing scene with you. She hasnât seen you for the past week, and after how disastrous her interview was, sheâs pretty sure she knows why.
âWhereâs Y/N?â she finally asks her makeup artist, giving in to her own curiosity.
Felix shrugs, reaching to mess with the blood on her hairline. âI have no idea, honestly, I havenât seen her yet. Sheâs never late, though, you donât have to worry. Youâll get your scene done.â
âThatâsâŠâ Chaeyoung sighs. Thatâs why she should be worried. âRight.â
âOkay, can we start?â Seulgi shouts. Itâs started to rain, but with the excited look on the directorâs face, Chaeyoung figures that it suits the scene even better than the gray clouds that had been planned. âGreat. Chaeyoung, Y/N!â
Your hair is plastered to your forehead with the rain, and water makes your blouse cling to your curves; with the grim expression on your face, Chaeyoung could easily just mistake you for your character. âHi,â you mutter, taking a seat on the grass right next to your costar. You say nothing else.
When cued, Chaeyoung takes a deep breath before her line. âLuna. I love you.â
For a second, Chaeyoung thinks you wonât respond, but the rasp to your voice proves her wrong. âNo. No, you donât.â
âI think Iâm the one who should be deciding that, donât you?â The blonde raises her eyebrows, reaching forward hesitantly for your shoulder.
Of course, you dodge it. Blinking the rain out of your eyes, youâre resigned when you ask, âYou have your birthday gala tonight, donât you?â
âYes, but--â Chaeyoung swallows, lets her hand make contact, then continues, âIâm spending as much time as I can with you, arenât I with you right now?â
âBut youâre going.â It feels like youâre staring right into Chaeyoungâs soul when you speak, as despondent as your voice is. She nods, and you stand, her hand slipping off of your shoulder and into her lap. âThen go. Youâre still a princess at the end of the day, arenât you?â
âAt the end of the day, yesâŠâ
âYou canât do that. You sneak out onto my ships, get my people to love you and protect you, and then turn right back to your family to stay safe while we die for you. You canât say you support our cause and then go back on it when itâs inconvenient for you, it doesnât work like that!â Chaeyoung flinches at how intense you sound; at this point, she barely knows if itâs still acting. She can only hear her own heart in her ears, can only see your chest heaving from how quickly you spoke, and it all feels too real.
âWhat, do you want me to get found out?â Chaeyoung demands, getting to her feet as well. The rain becomes harsher, angled so that it perfectly blurs her vision of you. âIâve saved your ass just as many times too, donât pretend like Iâm not a valuable part of your ship!â
âYouâre still pretending.â Realizing that itâs not the right line, Chaeyoung opens her mouth to stop you, but your voice chills her into silence when you speak again. âYouâll always pretend, as long as it benefits you, wonât you? You canât do that, Helen, not if you âlove meâ. Putting a crown on your head doesnât mean that youâre a princess. Until you realize that, and until youâre willing to embrace it, you donât love me. and I donât love you.â
None of it is the script. None of it is the scene that you rehearsed a thousand times together in your trailer, but somehow, it makes Chaeyoungâs heart quaver in her throat so much more than the original lines ever did.
And when you drop your gaze to the ground, turning to walk off into the rain alone, she knows that to you, your entire relationship is already done.
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Someone Blue//F.W.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!ReaderÂ
Warnings: Slight language, angst, a lot of confusion, fluffy ending
Summary: Fred spots a familiar face at his brotherâs wedding, and has a sinking suspicion about why sheâs acting so upset during this time of celebration.Â
Prompts: Enemies to Lovers (kind of) and Weddings with the dialogue prompts âyou look like you need a hugâ and âdid you need something?â
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Day 1 of @theweasleyslutâs 2k writing challengeÂ
Angelina looked absolutely ethereal, skin glowing in the shimmering lights as she glided across the grass as if it was a ballroom floor. Her white dress was slightly stained, mostly from when her now husband tackled her to the ground after their first kiss as a married couple, and yet it only made her seem all the more angelic.Â
Georgeâs feet seemed to never touch the ground. He was moving at record speeds, prancing and hopping and skipping around the dance floor, dragging his wife along with him. It was the most joyful Fred had ever seen him.Â
Not when they left Hogwarts, not when they opened their shop, not even when Angelina said yes to the proposal could have compared to the happiness on Georgeâs face. Nor Angelinaâs. They were in a pure state of bliss.Â
The rest of the wedding-goers seemed to match their energy. Fred couldnât go anywhere without being bombarded with drunken laughs and horrid dancing, and the occasional congratulations or two from some tipsy guests who didnât know that the man they were talking to wasnât the groom.Â
All in all, it was an amazing night. The field behind the burrow had become a traditional wedding venue for the growing Weasley children, so far hosting Bill, Percy, Ron, and now Georgeâs days to remember. The tents and lights were all set up as they were with Bill and Fleurâs wedding, except this time there was no risk of Death Eaters ruining the event. Hopefully.Â
However, while making his way around to talk to (and flirt with) the guests, Fred happened to notice one person who did not fit the overzealous tone. Well, he didnât really happen to notice. Rather heâd been staring at her throughout the entire night, watching her somber mood break through her happy façade. Not that heâd ever admit that to anyone.Â
You were standing by yourself, but you werenât secluded from the action. Rather, you were right in the middle of things, on the very edge of the dance floor, staring out at the masses of bodies swinging their partners around. Your arms were crossed over your chest, a defensive position that Fred had seen so many times in you before.Â
He turned away and tried to ignore it. It wasnât any of his business if you were upset. The two of you were barely even friends anymore. You had cut him out of your life so many years ago and never looked back. To this day, Fred still didnât know why, and it killed him.Â
He wanted to walk away. To go the other direction toward a beautiful guest wearing a flowing red dress, hair done up perfectly. The stranger would be the smart choice. A fun way to spend the evening, dancing around and snogging under moonlit trees. But, against his better judgement, Fredâs heart wouldn't let him leave.Â
Sighing, Fred lifted his feet and made his way in the other direction, to the girl who couldnât care less about him.Â
You stood unmoving, except for a subtle sway to the music. People brushed by you, but you paid them no mind. You were too focused on something else. As Fred drew nearer, he was able to follow your line of sight to the people in question. The newlyweds.Â
Fred bristled before softening slightly. Of course. This must be about George. Back at Hogwarts, Fred was positive you had the biggest crush on his brother. You were always tagging along with their jokes, even when they got you into huge trouble. You definitely spent more time alone with George than Fred, sharing whispers and stares at the expense of the older twin. He could never get George to break and tell him what you two talked about. George even took you to the Yule Ball in your 6th year. You had never looked as radiant as you did that night, except for maybe this moment. Fred wished he had asked you to dance at the ball, but he never worked up the courage to. He didnât want you to internally grimace at the thought of dancing with the âlesserâ Weasley twin when George was right there.Â
In his recollection of memories, Fred hadnât noticed how close he had gotten to you, and how you were no longer gazing at the couple dancing. You were now staring at him.Â
âDid you need something?â
Fred was shaken out of his imagination, met with an annoyed glare but soft smile coming from you. His surprise was immediately replaced with his signature cocky grin, leaning his hand onto one of the wedding tables while keeping his gaze on you. Unfortunately, his hand accidentally dipped into a wine glass, but he quickly pulled it out and hoped you didnât notice. You did.Â
âWell, thatâs not a very nice way to greet one of your oldest friends, now is it?â Fred wiped his wine-covered hand on his suit pants and slipped it into his pocket, pretending to be unbothered by his previous mistake.Â
You turned your eyes away from him, once again gluing them to the dance floor. âI think itâs fitting, seeing as how you were creepily staring at me for about 5 minutes before I said something.â
Fredâs ears grew pink at the accusation. âI, umm, I didnât realize it was that long. Or that you noticed. Sorry.â He bashfully rubbed the back of his neck, pretending to glance around at other guests who might interest him more.Â
âYou still havenât answered me.â
Fred cocked his head to the side in question.Â
âWhyâd you come over here? Was there something you needed?â
âAh, yes well,â Fred began smoothly, âI saw this darling beauty from across the tent and I just could not take my eyes off of her--â
âFred,â you interrupted. You were looking at him again, your gaze piercing through him, forcing him to tell you the truth, to tell you everything about him. His fears, his hopes and dreams, what he had for breakfast this morning. He wanted to tell you it all.Â
âThe truth, please.â
Clearing his throat, and his mind of whatever thoughts just plagued him, Fred decided to be honest. You deserved that much.Â
âYou look like you need a hug,â he said, shrugging nonchalantly.Â
Evidently, those were not the words you were expecting to hear. You were prepared with about a dozen quips to say in response to whatever cocky joke Fred was about to make. But he didnât, and nothing could have prepared you for what he did say.Â
âI--I need a what?â
âSorry, have you lost your hearing or was I not loud enough? Itâs definitely not the second; youâve told me on numerous occasions that I have the biggest mouth of anyone you know.â
There it was. But it still made you giggle, relaxing and gravitating closer to your companion.Â
âI heard you,â you said, âjust wasnât expecting that from you, I guess.â
Fred took a half step closer, visibly glad when you didnât move away. âWasnât expecting me to have noticed your behavior, or wasnât expecting me to care if I did?â
It took you a few seconds to respond. âBoth.â
He let out a sound of understanding before you both averted your eyes, looking straight ahead. Occasionally, Fred would try to look at you using his peripheral vision, and you would do the same. It became a kind of game--just an awkward back and forth between two people who used to be so close, and were now so far apart.
You game ended when one of the wedding guests decided to clink their glass, beginning a chorus of high pitched chimes to echo throughout the room. You watched as George turned to find Angelina, running to her to give her a kiss so full of love and passion that it took everything Fred had not to shout out a joke and ruin the moment. He could do that next time.Â
He noticed you stiffen at the kiss, presumably because it was just another reminder of what you couldnât have. George.Â
âYou know, I always wanted to be a Weasley.â
Fred was surprised that you had spoken to him, and even more surprised about the turn the conversation had taken.Â
âI grew up with you guys,â you continued, not waiting for Fred to respond. âMolly was like my second mother, even though she always liked Hermione and Harry a bit more than me.â
âJoin the club,â said Fred, causing you to laugh loudly, a sound he hadnât heard from you in ages. Godric, how he had missed it.
âItâs justâŠâ you trailed off, not knowing if you wanted to be open with Fred, someone you hadnât spoken to in years. Chances were, you wouldnât keep in touch much after the wedding, so you might as well. What was there to lose? âItâs just...seeing Angelina, one of my best friends, dance around, wearing that ring, getting to be an actual Weasley. Itâs...itâs making me a wee bit jealous.â
Fred watched you fidget with a bracelet on your wrist and decided to push his luck just a bit more. âAnd youâre wishing that it could be you wearing the ring, married to a certain Weasley gentleman?â
The shock was evident in your expression. âNo, no, itâs not--I mean I neverâŠâ Sighing, you decided to come clean. âYeah, Iâve maybe been harboring feelings for a certain twin for, oh I donât know, my entire life. No biggie though, itâs totally fine that he never asked me out.â
The ginger beside you threw an arm around your shoulder, handing you a glass of wine in the process. âDrink. It makes everything better.â
You glared at him, but took the glass anyways, chugging it down in a few large gulps. âAnother, please,â you demanded, and Fred obliged.Â
You started to ease into Fredâs side, as soft and comforting as you remembered it to be, before realizing exactly what it was you were doing. âFred, can I ask you something?â
ââCourse. You can ask me anything.â The absolute last thing Fred wanted to be doing at the moment was talking about your undying love for his twin brother, at his wedding no less, but he didnât want to leave you alone. Not seeing you for so long had had a harsher effect on him than he thought, and he didnât want to leave your side.Â
Taking a deep breath and gathering your courage, you asked him the question that had been plaguing your mind for years. The one that ate you from the inside out and kept you tossing and turning at night. The reason you had to separate yourself from your love in the first place. âWhy am I not good enough?â
Your voice broke a tiny bit, but a lot less than you had been expecting. A tear did happen to slip out, and Fred quickly wiped it away, his fingertip resting on your cheek for a moment too long.Â
âY/N, love, come here.â Fred pulled you into that hug he had talked about earlier, holding you closely to his chest. If he thought you were going to appreciate the gesture, he was wrong. You pushed him away softly, refusing to let any more tears fall.Â
âIâm serious, Fred. W-Why am I not good enough? Iâve made it clear for years and yet...nothing. And not even a simple rejection. I couldâve handled that, yâknow. If I got a simple no, I couldâve handled it and moved on. But I never did, and itâs killing me. Why am I not good enough?â
It killed Fred to see you this upset, and it hurt him even more to see that the anger was directed at him and not at George. It was his brother that broke your heart after all, not him. âYou are good enough!â Fred said, with enough truth and force that a little part of you believed it. âYouâre, youâre too good! Youâve been by our side from the beginning and havenât left it since. Well, we havenât seen you in years, but thatâs probably because of--â
You nodded, confirming what he thought. Your heartbreak had driven you away.Â
âBut other than that,â he continued, âyouâve been like my third arm. Any guy would be crazy to give you up, you know that?â
 A tiny smile grew on your face, but was gone as soon as it had arrived. âThe timing...the timing was just all wrong, wasnât it?â you asked.Â
Fred nodded, watching his brother and his wife greet guests and take pictures that were sure to be on the mantle in the burrow as soon as the wedding was over. âYeah, I guess so. The prick shouldâve asked you out sooner.â
âOh I agree wholeheartedly, he is a prick,â you said, poking his arm, a gesture that slightly confused him. âSo, Iâm guessing thereâs no chance of anything happening now? No sliver of hope that maybe this could work out?â
He hated that he would be the one to crush your dreams, but he couldnât let you keep living in false hope. âWell,â he said, âthe wedding bands are on and they both said âI do.â Kind of hard to come back from that. Iâm sorry.â
You froze, now more befuddled than you had been all night. âI...what?â
Before Fred could say anything you reached to grab his left hand, checking his ring finger for something you knew wasnât there, but you had to be sure.Â
âWedding bands? What in the world do you--â Realization hit you like a brick, and you wanted to slap yourself. Or Fred. Either one. But preferably the latter.Â
âFrederick, my dear love, who do you think we have been talking about this whole time?â you asked, voice genuine but also teasing.Â
Fred didnât know what you all of a sudden found so amusing, but he was already doubting himself and he didnât want you to make fun of him for whatever he had done wrong.Â
âUmm, well you said a Weasley, and then you said a Weasley twin. So I thought the answer was obvious.â
âSay it,â you demanded. âWho have we been talking about? Who am I in love with after years of unrequited feelings?â
He felt like he was walking into a trap, but he couldnât figure out what it was. He hesitated for a few seconds before your searing gaze forced him to answer. âGeorge. Weâre talking about my brother George.â
No sooner had his words left his mouth than your hand came up to slap his head. âYou idiot! Are you serious right now?â
Fred stood flabbergasted, racking his brain for who else you could have been talking about. George was a Weasley twin. You said you were in love with a Weasley twin. Who else was there?
âItâs you, you big oaf!â
Oh. OH! There were two Weasley twins, and he was one of them. Which meantâŠ
âYouâre in love with me?!â
By this point, heads were turned to watch the scene and people were not-so-subtly whispering to their partners.Â
You dragged a still surprised Fred through the crowd and out of the tents, finding a secluded enough area where you could talk.Â
Fredâs brain had still not been caught up. âItâs me? Youâre in love with me? But, but what about George?â
You furrowed your brow, wondering how Fred could have so easily mistaken your feelings for him as those for another. âWhat about George?â
âYouâre in love with him!â
âI most definitely am not!â
âThe Yule Ball!â he spat out. âYou went to the Yule Ball with him when we were 16!â
âYes,â you said calmly, âand you went with Angelina, but I donât see you two getting married. We went as friends and I talked to him about you the entire night. In fact, most of the time when we hung out I was talking about you. Made him swear not to tell though. I was never good about expressing my feelings.â
Fred put a hand to his head, a growing throb threatening to overtake his senses. âBut why were you so sad tonight? You wanted to marry George!â
âNo,â you said patiently. âI was sad because Angelina and Georgeâs relationship worked out the way I was wishing one between you and I had. They fell in love during school, dated a few years later, and now sheâs a part of your family. I wasnât wishing it was just me out there with your brother. I was wishing that it was our wedding.â
You blushed heavily and buried your face in your hands, embarrassed by your bluntness about your feelings. âOh, Godric, I shouldnât have said that, now itâs more awkward. I, umm, I should probably get going.â
Fred grabbed your wrist before you could leave, pulling you into his chest. His eyes were wide, mouth hanging slightly ajar as he gazed down at your muddled expression.Â
âItâs me. Iâm the one you love.â
He said it as more of a declaration rather than a question, but you could tell that he needed confirmation.Â
âOf course, Freddie,â you said. âItâs always been you.â
His hand wasted no time in going to the back of your head, pulling your face into his and melding your lips together in your first kiss with Fred Weasley. After the shock wore off, you were hastily kissing him back, hoping against all hope that he wouldnât pull back and proclaim what a stupid mistake this all was. But he never did. You kissed and kissed and kissed until you were the one who had to pull back in order to catch your breath.Â
It took you both a few seconds to realize what had just happened, and for the first time you both were at a loss for words. âThat was, ummâŠâ you mumbled, trying to think of what to say.Â
âI love you too.â
Fredâs words were rushed out of his mouth, voice deep ragged. âI mean, when you said it was me, not George, that you loved. I, well, I love you too. Always have. Guess I just thought that you had a thing for George and I had no chance. Pretty silly of me, huh?â
âDownright stupid of you,â you replied, giggling as he pushed you away with a bashful smile gracing his lips.Â
âSo,â he said quietly, inching closer to you once again, âis there a chance of anything happening now?â Fred repeated the words you had said earlier, making you smile wider than you had all night.Â
âDepends,â you said. âAre you gonna get the courage to ask me out?â
Fred waited for a moment before answering. âHow about,â he said, offering his arm out for you to link with yours, âwe have that dance we never got at the Yule Ball. And then that date we never got after, and then that relationship we never got as well. Oh! And then that wedding, and then a dog, maybe a few kids, a big house in the country--â
âWoahhh, slow down buddy, you havenât ever properly asked me!â
You took his arm and made your way back to where the music continued to blare and festivities raged on.Â
âY/N, love, may I have this dance?â
You pushed a strand of hair from his face, ruffling it up a little to give it that signature Fred Weasley style.Â
âOf course, Freddie. And every dance after that.â
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Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Fluff | 5k | Idol AU
Summary: Donghyuck has been busy promoting his new album and no matter how much he misses you, he canât see you in person due to his schedules. Desperate for your touch, he begins to call you late at night.
Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation (male and female), dirty talk (but is it still called âdirty talkâ if Donghyuck is just being honest and saying whatever that comes to his mind?), no plot with a lot of dialogues
The vibration of your iPhone wakes you up from your dream. Being thrown back so suddenly to reality makes you feel slightly lightheaded but itâs all worth it the second you see his name written on your screen. Rubbing your eyes away from sleep, you answer his call, âHyuck?â
âHey, Noona.â The airiness of his honeyed voice sounds familiar and pleasant in your ears that it instantly paints a smile on your face. âDid I wake you?â
You refrain yourself from yawning. âYeah, I fell asleep reading.â Narrowing your eyes irritatedly at the brightness of the fluorescent light hanging on your ceiling, you decide to switch it off and uses the dim glow of the bedside lamp instead.
âWhat time is it?â He gasps when he notices the time on his screen. âThree AM?! Shit, I didnât realize it was this late. Sorry.âÂ
âItâs fine, I shouldnât be sleeping anyway. I still have to work on my papers, so itâs actually good that you woke me up.â You nuzzle close to the pillow, holding your phone to your ear with one hand, blinking sleepily. âDid you just get back from schedule?â
âYeah.â He sighs wearily. âIâm dead tired right now. I wish I could just take a day off, you know? I mean, performing is fun, but promoting a new album can be so hectic. Iâve only been sleeping for, like, two hours per day since last week.â
âIâm sorry to hear that.â You bring the teddy bear heâd given you on your birthday close to your chest, pretending like you were embracing him. âI wish you could take some days off, too.â
âYeah?â Somehow, he sounds like heâs smiling. âThen do what?â
âI donât know, play games, I guess? Or just lie around in bed, doing nothing.â
âIâd rather be doing something, actually.â He chuckles softly, a hint of teasing in his voice. âOr someone.âÂ
âGross,â you retort but you can feel your lips curving upwards. âItâs okay if you want to rest, Hyuck. You donât have to force yourself to call me every day. Your health should be your number one priority.â
âWhat, you donât want me to call you?â
You freeze. âOf course I want you to call me. I justââ
âI thought youâd be excited to hear my voice.â
The sudden bitterness in his tone makes you sit up from the bed, eyebrows adjoined in confusion. âWhatâHyuckââ
âYou know what?â He exhales loudly. âYouâre right, I shouldnât have called. Itâs late anyway.â
âCan you please just listenââ
âIâm tired. Letâs just talk tomorrow.â
âButââ
âIâm hanging up.â
âHyuckââ But youâre only answered by silence when the line gets disconnected. You stare at your phone, eyes wide in disbelief.Â
What the hell just happened?
Upset and vexed, you dial his number. You wait with your jaw clenched until he picks up on the fourth ring. âCanât you listen to me for one second?!â Not sure if itâs because of the drowsiness or exhaustion, but you find yourself shouting even before he says anything. âOf course, I want you to call me, you idiot! Itâs the only thing Iâve been waiting all day. Every day, Hyuck, I wait for your call every day. I keep catching myself checking on my phone every ten minutes, waiting for your texts, wanting to call you. I miss you, of course, I miss youâyouâreââ You turn stiff when you hear him cackling from the other side of the phone. âAre you laughing?â
âIâm sorry.â His laughter is contagious but you put up your best effort not to get infected. âYouâre so cute when you get all riled up. Isnât it obvious that I was just joking?â
âRight. Iâm hanging up.âÂ
âWait, Noonaââ You listen to him with your eyes throwing ice daggers to the wall. âIâm sorry. I wonât do it again, I promise.â Thereâs a small pause where youâre too irritated to talk and heâs too unsure to start but he tries. âSo, like⊠you miss me?â
âNot right now.â
âAaw, come on, I was just messing around.â You can imagine him puckering his lips, batting his eyelashes for forgiveness. âPlease, tell me. Tell me how much you miss me.â
You throw yourself back to the bed, huffing. âI donât think I want to.â
âYou get cuter when youâre angry, you know that?â He sighs to the air. âAaah⊠I miss you. I miss you so much, Noona, you donât even know. Probably more than you miss me.â
I donât think thatâs possible. âOf course,â you reply, holding back a smile from breaking on your face. âSince I only miss you a little bit.â
âA little bit?â
âA tiny, tiny bit. On second thought, maybe I donât miss you at all.â
âIs that so?â You can tell heâs exhausted by the way he lets out his chuckle, but it doesnât mean itâs less sincere. âIt really has been a while since we last saw each other, hasnât it?â
You nod to yourself. âFour months.â
âYou keep count, huh?â His teasing tone makes you flushed. âLove me that much, do you?â
âAround four months,â you correct him, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible when the truth is, you can practically hear your heart hammering against your ribcages. âOr maybe three? Five? I donât know.â
âWhy are you so cute? Seriously, how can you be this cute?â Donghyuck sits on the edge of his bed, lips forming so widely that it nearly splits his face in half. When his chuckles have receded, his eyes begin to soften. âI love you, Noona. You know that, right?â
People might be thinking about how lucky you are to have a member of one of the most prestigious boybands in the world confessing his love for you at 3 AM, but honestly? Youâre just so grateful for the fact that Lee Donghyuck, a boy who stole your heart nearly a decade ago when you were too young to even understand the word love, finally realized that your entire relationship with him was deeper than a mere friendship. It took years for both of you to finally gain enough bravery to act out your feelings, especially when he managed to shine brighter than you could ever imagine being. You were afraid of itâafraid that you would be burnt by his fame, afraid that he would discard you for he had everything and you only had him. But Donghyuck didnât want anything. He only wanted you.
You love him. Youâve been loving him for as long as you can remember so hearing him say the words, no matter how often he has mentioned it already, still sparks fire through your veins. Youâll never admit that out loud, though.
âIâve been thinking about you a lot these days,â he sheepishly adds.Â
âMore than you think about yourself?â You snort. âIâm shocked.â
âEeyyy, Iâm serious.â The sound of your giggle makes him sigh, longing to hear it in person. âI wish I could be with you right now. I thought about you a lot during todayâs photoshoot too.â He lies down on the bed, running a hand through his hair. âI thought about our last date. About that red dress you wore. Man, you looked so cute in that dress.â
You half-buried your face in the pillow, heat blossoming on your cheeks. âNow this is the topic I like to talk about.â
Donghyuck scrunches up his nose. âArenât you gonna say I looked nice too that day?â
Even the slightest thought of himâany version of him, whether it was him dressing handsomely on a date or him waking up in the morning with a birdâs nest on his headânever fails to send butterflies swirling in your stomach, but again, youâll never admit that out loud. âMeh,â you jeer, even adding a shrug when you know he wonât be able to see. âCouldâve dressed better. I mean, ripped jeans? Really?â
âYah, yah, yah. You said I looked good wearing those jeans!â
âWe were going to a fancy restaurant and I wore a semi-formal dress, Hyuck. They just didnât match my outfit. They didnât match anyoneâs outfit there, really.â
âReally? Youâre gonna say that? Even after you spent the whole night stealing glances at me with drool on your face?â
You wish you could say he was lying, but you indeed spent the entire night drooling at him over the sight of his black leather jacket and the way his jeans just wrapped his thighs so perfectly. âI have lost interest in this topic.â Itâs for the best before you combust into flames. âWhere are you right now?â
âBack at the dorm.â He softly yawns. âIn my room.â
âAlone?â
âYep, since Johnny-hyung is filming out of town.â When you stay quiet, unsure of what to say, Donghyuck grins mischievously. âWhy, do you wanna sneak in? I think I can afford to lose some sleep tonight, if you know what I mean.â
Flustered, you retort, âAfter Johnny caught us cuddling last time? No way.â
âYeah, about that,â Donghyuck says a little awkwardly, âAfter you went home he said to me that he heard the whole thingââ
âWhat do you mean the whole thing?â The horror in your face and your voice is clear.
âI meant, the whole thing. Us having sex and stuff.â
You could practically feel the exact moment when your soul is leaving your body, but Donghyuck continues as if heâs simply talking about getting caught cheating during a test. âBut itâs okay, heâs cool. Heâs got my back.â
âOh my God.â You nearly faint. âI will never show my face in front of your roommate, ever again.â
âYeah, about thatââ
âAre you fucking kidding me, Hyuckââ
âJaehyun-hyung heard us too.â
âWhat?!â
âAnd he told Mark-hyung about it later on, and thatâs the reason why I had this bump on my head for three days.â Donghyuck pouts, rubbing the back of his head, lean fingers carding through soft brown locks. âHe hit me with a book, lecturing me about bringing you to the dorm as if he never did that himself.â
Not trying to overreact about it, but youâre suffocating by this point. âWhy are you so chill about this?!â
âThey heard us having sex, not murdering the innocents.â He rolls his eyes but seems amused at your reaction. âTo be honest, I hear a lot of stuff happening in our dorm that Iâm sure you donât wanna know. Like, a lot a lot. Way worse than what I did with you.â
âAnd does Taeyong know about this?â
âTaeyong-hyung needs his beauty sleep so we agreed not to tell him stuff.â
âI feel sorry for him.â
âI just feel sorry heâs not part of our antics.â Donghyuck shrugs, kicking off his shoes and socks before he leans against the headboard. âHow about you? Are you alone?â
âYeah.â You heavily sigh, still feeling quite dizzy after hearing the truth he just blurted out. âMy roommateâs gone for the weekend.â
âOhâŠâ He taps his fingers against his stomach, a weird feeling swirling inside his chest as a thought begins to form. âThatâs⊠greatâŠâ
Donghyuckâs tongue lays heavy in his mouth, suddenly loses the ability to form a simple conversation as his mind begins to focus entirely on something else. It all started that one night when he pretended to be asleep, when in fact, he was listening to his roommate, Johnny, speaking to his girlfriend in hushed whispers. The way the older man was chuckling to his phone was suspicious, and the more he tried to listen intently, the more he realized that Johnny wasnât conversing. He was giving orders with a voice thick with seduction. The sensual words Johnny used made Donghyuckâs ears turn scarlet, and he buried his face deeper behind his blanket. Since then, the curiosity within him has been rising more and more, nearly suffocating him sometimes when he desperately yearned for your touch but his schedule never let him take a goddamn break.
Not knowing the dirty thoughts that flit across his mind, you carry on your conversation like usual. âI guess, but it does get lonely sometimes when sheâs not around. I actually like having a roommate.â The sandalwood aroma from your diffuser, combined with his velvety voice, comforts you and youâre finally able to relax. âHave you been eating well? Iâve been craving for strawberryââÂ
âWhat are you wearing?â
ââpancakesâwhat?â
âIâŠâ Donghyuck heaves out a heavy breath, biting the corner of his lip, unsure yet not ready to give up on his desire. âI just⊠I was wonderingâAre you wearing pajamas?â
âUmmâŠâ The way he asks about it sends heat rising to your cheeks. He doesnât sound as innocent as the words he uses. You look down, fingers curling at the hemline of your clothes. âIâm wearing one of your shirts, actually.â
Donghyuck throws his head back, eyes tightly shut as he curses silently into the air, his phone pressed against his chest. The sight of you wearing his oversized shirt has been one of his most recurring fantasies and not being able to see you, but knowing that you are wearing his shirt, kills him.Â
âHyuck?â
Donghyuck brings his phone back to his ear. âSorry, there was a⊠Mark.â He mentally slaps himself on the head.Â
âThere was a Mark?â
âI mean, Mark-hyung was hereâbut he just left soâ"Â
âAre you drunk again?â
âNo!â Donghyuck rubs his temple. This is not going well, he shouts in his mind. âWhyââ He winces when he hears his voice crack. Clearing his throat, he tries again. âWhy are you wearing my shirt?â
Because it smells like you and it helps me sleep better. âJust because,â you quietly mumble, eyes locked to the ceiling. âWhy are you asking me this exactly?â
âJust because,â he mimics. His breathing sounds more prominent as if heâs in the same room, only a few inches away from your ear. Itâs the reason why you enjoy talking to him this way instead of taking video calls. You can focus solely on his honeyed voice, almost like a lullaby to your ears. âCan you tell meâŠâ he continues, laced with both hesitation and anticipation, âWhat else you're wearing?â
âUmmâŠâ You take a deep breath, trying to keep yourself composed. âI donât think I want to say.â
âPlease, Noona.â The sudden desperation in his plead startles you as if heâs losing control of himself, little by little. He seems to notice that too because when he speaks again, itâs steadier, almost formal. âI just⊠I want to know. If thatâs okay.â
âWellâŠâ You curl your toes. âAside from your shirt, IâmâŠâ Just say it, for Godâs sake. Heâs your boyfriend. Heâs seen you naked. âIâm only wearing my panties.â
Thereâs a pause that makes your heart thump. âNot, uhhâŠâ Donghyuck wets his lip. âNot even a bra?â
You fiddle with your fingers. âN-no.â
âFuck.â
You nearly drop your phone. The guttural groan he just emitted from the back of his throat catches you off guard. âHyuck..?â
âNoona, thereâsââ Donghyuck sits up straight, nails nearly sinking to his jean-clad thigh. âThereâs something I want to try.â Thereâs a sense of urgency mixed with minimum self-control. âI-if you donât mindâŠâ
You know where this is going. âWhat is it?â
âJustâJust follow my lead, okay?â
You shakily nod your head. When he calls out your name again, you remember that you have to say it in words. âOkay.â
âCan youâŠâ Donghyuckâs heart is beating out of control. His mind desperately tries to answer how the fuck do I start this?! âCan you, umm, lie down on the bed for me?â
You can tell heâs nervous and itâs both reassuring and endearing to know that heâs never done this with anyone else before and probably not mentally ready to do it with you, but tries to go all the way because he knows both of you need to find a way to release all of these pent-up emotions.Â
You follow his order. âIâmâŠâ You take a deep breath so your voice wonât tremble too much. âIâm lying on my bed.â
Donghyuck always takes a few seconds before answering, as if heâs battling inside his head as he tries to sort out his thoughts. âIs your light turned on?â
âYes.â
âTurn it off.â
You switch off the button on your bedside lamp. âOkay, itâs off.â
âOkay, mine too.â Then all you can hear is his slightly ragged breathing. âItâs⊠a bit awkward, isnât it?â He chuckles nervously, followed by an inaudible, âFuck, why am I so nervous,â as heâs straying away from the phone.Â
A smile paints your lips. âYouâre adorable.â
âWhat?â
âNothing.âÂ
When silence strikes, Donghyuck scratches his cheek. âDo you⊠want to know what Iâm wearing?â
You gulp. âS-sure.â
âWellâŠâ Donghyuck takes a look at himself. âIâm wearing a denim jacket, a white shirt, a pair of jeansâI just got back from a photoshoot soââ
So he must look good. âTake them off.â
Heâs probably as startled as you are when you hear the words tumbling down your mouth. But even if he is as embarrassed as you are, he doesnât make it as obvious. âSure.â A rustling sound can be heard, and you let your imagination wander. You can tell heâs taking off his jacket and soon, his shirt will follow. Donghyuck would always take his shirt off by grabbing the fabric from the back and yank it over his head, instead of crossing his arms at his waist. Thereâs something masculine about it, but you tend to get more distracted at the way his muscles would contract in his lean stomach. His silver necklace would dangle around his neck, and heâd smirk whenever he caught you staring at him for a second too long.Â
âMy shirtâs off,â he quietly states, snapping you out of your reverie. âNow take yours offâwait! Wait. Leave it on. I want to imagine you wearing my shirt. Just take off your panties.â
âIâmââ Itâs so damn hard to focus when you feel so ashamed just by hearing his instructions. âOkayâŠâ Your fingers are quivering when they slide down your stomach, thumb hooking around the hem before you pull your lingerie down to the middle of your thighs.
âLie down,â he whispers, âProp a pillow behind your back. Are you comfortable?â
âY-yeah, justâŠâ You sigh, head going dizzy. âEmbarrassed.â
The airy laughter that flows from his mouth is too innocent to be heard in this kind of situation. âSo cute. Me too, actually. Iâve never done this before.â When his chuckles have receded, the nervousness grows vivid in his voice once again. âDo you, umm... Do you want to stop?â
Youâre supposed to say yes, or at least a bit conflicted about it, so it shocks you when you immediately answer, âNo,â without hesitation.
âThank God.â Donghyuck sighs, smiling softly against the phone. ââCause I wouldnât know what to do if you said yes.â He unbuckles his belt with one hand, taking it off as his heartbeat soars through the roof. âThen, umm⊠can you spread your legs? As wide as you can.â
You feel so exposed even when no one is looking. Following his guidance, you question, âWhat about you? What are you doing?â
âIâmâŠâ Donghyuck swallows hard, looking down at the way his hand is pressing against his semi-hardness. âIâm rubbing myself over my pants.â
Fuck, you mentally groan. âWhy arenât you touching yourself directly?â
âCause I want to wait for you.â He has his eyes closed, hand slipping under the hemline of his jeans, stroking himself over his boxer. âI want to picture you rubbing your fingers on your clit. I want to hear you moan my name when you do.â
Oh my God. âThen guide me,â you plead. Thereâs something so irresistibly sexy about him touching himself while picturing you pleasuring yourself with your fingers. âTell me what to do, Hyuck.â
He runs his tongue over his lower lip. The excitement of being able to act as a puppeteer, tugging on your strings, sends all blood rushing south. âCan you push your shirt up? Donât take it off, justââ He exhales, taking a moment to collect himself after a certain obscene thought of you touching yourself entered his mind. âJust make sure itâs not in the way.â
âOkay.â You grip the hemline of your shirt, pulling it up until it pools above your chest. âNow, what?âÂ
âI want you to touch your breasts.â Youâre more aroused by his breathy voice and lustful tone than embarrassed at this point. âImagine me, Noona,â Donghyuck whispers, and he sounds so close, as if heâs lying down next to you. âImagine me with my hands on you, caressing your breasts. Can you do that?â
You squeeze your breast, mumbling out a weak, âYesâŠâ The memory of Donghyuck, embracing you from behind, his naked chest pressed against your spine, hot mouth lazily pressing wet kisses against your nape suddenly comes alive in your mind. You still remember how sexy he sounded moaning out your name as he rocked his hips forward, his fingers exploring around your chest, rubbing and pinching at a certain spot to make you press closer to him in desperation for more of his touch.Â
âSuck on your fingers, make them wet, then bring them back down.â Donghyuckâs hips are bucking against his hand, his fingers tugging his zipper down. âImagine my mouth latching on your nipple, sucking it the way I always do. The way you like me to do.âÂ
You bring your fingers to your mouth, coating two of them with saliva before you bring them back down to pinch your sensitive bud. With your eyes closed and his heavy breathing in your ear, the wet sensation of your fingers gives you a clear image of his tongue flicking against your nub.Â
âTell me how you feel.â
âItâs not enough,â you croak out, âI want to feel you directly on my skin.â
Donghyuck takes a sharp breath. âYou donât even know how much I want to be there and touch you.â The way his voice suddenly becomes deep sends shivers down your spine. âI want to suck bruises on your skin. I want to mark you everywhere, again and again, so the bruises will last for days. I want you to remember me every time you see yourself in the mirror.â
You sheepishly smile, though your heart is still racing. âI always remember you even without that, Haechannie.â
The sudden change of his name warms his heart. âI wish youâre the only one who calls me that. You make my stage name sounds better, special. I could have thousands of people screaming my name but none of them makes me feel the way you do.â As he slides his hand under his boxer, finally making direct contact with his skin, Donghyuck becomes desperate once again. âBring your other hand down. I want you to touch yourself, Noona, please.â
You slide your hand between your legs, tentatively rubbing yourself between your folds. âHyuckâŠâ
âDoes it feel good?â
You nod, eyes shut, and your mind wanders. âYesâŠâ
âRub your clit for me. And imagine Iâm doing that with my tongue.â
You can picture him with his head between your legs so perfectly behind your closed eyelids. He has done it several times and you remember how he would always start slow, placing open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thigh before dipping his head down and swipe his tongue along your foldsâall the while never breaking eye-contact. He would press a kiss against your clit, and lick you slowly because heâd want you to beg for it. He never directly told you but you could tell he liked being in control because the second you whispered âPlease, Hyuck,â he would immediately indulge you with everything you wanted and more.Â
Donghyuck would suck hard on your clit, doing it so suddenly that youâd nearly crush him by wrapping your legs too tightly around his head. Amazed and delighted by your reaction, he would break into a smile with his tongue still darting out to taste you, mouth pressing harder against your skin until he plunged his tongue inside your heat.
You moan out his name at the memory, directly to the phone.
âFuck, baby, you sound so perfectâŠâ Donghyuck nearly whimpers and the word baby stirs something within you as he never called you that before.
âCall me like that againâŠâ You rub yourself harder on the spot you like the most. âPlease, HyuckâŠâ
âBabyâŠâ Donghyuckâs fingers are curling harder around his length, pumping himself in accordance to every gasp and moan youâre emitting. âI wish I could see youâI wish I could lock my eyes with yours as I eat you up. I want to see your face, every single expression you makeâI bet you look so cute, so goddamn... erotic.â
Your hold around your phone loosens but fortunately for you, the pillow pressing against it keeps it close to your ear. âTouch yourself,â you breathily murmurs, âI want you to touch yourself too.â
âI am, baby,â Donghyuck softly moans, his fingers tightening around his length. âWhat else do you want me to do?â
âI want you to stroke yourself harder and run your thumb over your slit.â Donghyuck zealously follows, cursing under his breath at the pleasure. âAnd I want you to keep doing it until my name escapes your lips.â
âGod, I want you.â He repeats your name over and over again, as ordered, with him stroking himself faster each time. âNoona, I want your mouth on me. I want to see you hollow your cheeks around meâlike how you did to me when we were backstage, that time after the concert. You looked so pretty that night, so eagerâso desperate for meââ
âMe too. I want to make you feel good too. Iââ You nip at your bottom lip, feeling goosebumps creeping up your skin when he moans out your name. Youâve always loved his voice, loved it more than anything else in the world, and the sounds he makes when heâs in bed with you is the sexiest thing that even your poor mind canât even begin to imagine. And now, focusing solely on his voice, listening to his filthy, sinful words, heâs driving you to the edge of your sanity.
âIâve touched myself before at the thought of you,â he confesses breathlessly, âSeveral times, even way before we started dating.â
Youâre trembling at the thought. âHaechannieââ
âYou donât know just how muchââ The sound of him trying to stifle down a moan only makes you crave for him more. ââhow much I wanted you back then. How much I want you now. Even during high school, I justâI wanted youâwanted to touch youâwantedâah fuck,â a whine slipped out his lips, âWanted to hold you so bad, to make love to you untilââ
At the rustling sounds, him whimpering at his touches, and you rubbing yourself on the perfect spot, you know you wonât last long. âH-Hyuck, are you close?â
âJust a little bit more, Noona, ahââ He thrashes his head against the pillow, his Adamâs apple bobbing up and down as he swallows hard. âFuck, I need to be inside you. I need to feel you clenching your walls around me.â At the memory of you gazing at him with anticipation building inside your seductive, half-lidded eyes, as you parted your legs to give him permission to ravish you the way he wanted, Donghyuck quickens the pace, thrusting vigorously into his hand. âFuck yourself with your fingers, baby, please.â
Youâre more than keen to follow, inserting one digit inside your heat with another one following soon after. You can visualize him bringing your legs in the air until they dangle over his shoulders, his hips slamming hard against yours with each thrust. âHyuckââ
âIf you were here right now,â he nearly growls, âI would fuck you so hard until youâre mewling my name against the sheets. And I wonât stop, I wonât stop even if you beg me to. I wonât stop until Iâm done with you.â
Donghyuck doesnât sound like heâs trying to dirty talk which only makes it even more arousing to your ear. Itâs as if heâs losing control of his mouth, just saying anything that comes to mind. The honesty, the urgency, his breathy, desperate calls of your name between lewd wordsâ
You choke out a sob. âHyuckâIâm closeââ
âMe tooâN-noonaâKiss meââ
Itâs one of the most intense orgasms youâve ever felt and itâs funny because you never really enjoyed touching yourself before. Donghyuck follows a few seconds after, moaning your name so erotically that will probably give you a hard time falling asleep for days at the thought of it. Youâre left dazed, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes. Your phone lays forgotten on the pillow next to you. Mustering all the strength you have left, you reach out for it. âHyuckâŠ?â
You can hear him breathing heavily. âIâm here,â he says. âAre you okay? Did you get to come?â
âY-yes.â Now that itâs over, you begin to feel self-conscious again and the heat that blooms on your cheeks nearly wash every bit of your orgasm away in an instant. âDid you?â
âI made a huge mess.â He chuckles, sounding just as embarrassed as you are. âFuck, didnât realize it was going to be this good when we started. What wouldâve happened if we had Face-Timed each other instead?â
Your head nearly explodes at the thought. âOne step at a time, Hyuck. Iâm practically dying from shame right now.â
He laughs a little at that. âSo, you donât really oppose the idea? Man, I have something to look forward to then.â
âShut up, youâre gross. Is this the reason you called me?â
âNo,â he hastily says, âI swear, I called because I missed hearing your voice.â Then he thinks about it again. âWell, I mean, I have been thinking about doing, uhh, these kinds of things with you but trust me, it wasnât the reason why I called.â
âSure,â you flatly reply, teasing him.
âYah, yah, yah, itâs your fault for saying that you were wearing nothing but my shirt!â
âItâs your fault for asking me what I was wearing!â
Itâs always like this with him. Youâre bickering at one point, having sex at another time, then goes back to bickering once again. But itâs endearing, you suppose, because after this, youâll be murmuring loving words, and just when you begin to think about it, Donghyuck whispers into the phone.
âI love you, Noona. Youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
And you smile. âI love you too, Haechannie. Youâre the second best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
âWhat the hell is the first one?â
âChicken nuggets.â
âYouâre so dead.â
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I have a request with dark prompts and tropes/ kinks from the list.
The Dialogues:
âPlease, I have to get home.â
âDonât move a muscle.â
Tropes:
Stalking/obsession
Kidnapping
(With the character Andy Barber)
Thank you in advance.
Hard day's night
Warning: 18 + Only, dark theme, kidnapping, choking, bondage, non-consent, dubious consent, forced fingering, cream-pie
Note: hope you enjoy
Dark Andy x Reader
The parking garage was partially empty compared to when you first arrived to work. Your heels echoed off the cement garage walls as you searched for where you parked. Some days you were lucky to park on L3 the prized spot closest to the ground, but today you were late and in your hurry you couldn't remember if you were on L5 or L8.
With the car fob in hand you press the unlock button. The familiar beep signaled that you were further away than you anticipated.
*Honk
The loud car horn from behind had you jumping out of your skin and screeching at the top of your lungs. With your heart hammering in your chest you turned only to be immediately blinded by the car behind you.
Blocking the light with your hand, you realized you were wondering in the middle of the driving path. "Sorry" you shouted back, moving over to allow them to pass you.
The black sedan creeped up and idled beside you. You clutched your purse and moved over closer to the side as the window rolled down. You didn't have mace, but you were sure your purse was heavy enough to wheeled as a weapon.
"Sorry I scared you" Andy leaned over, smiling as he looked up at you. It was slightly jarring seeing him like that. He had been extremely combative towards your boss during the deposition, each session ending in a screaming match.
Mr. Thomas, the defense attorney you paralegal for, had always been mild tempered. The objections during Mr. Thomas's cross drew an ire that you had never witnessed before. It was as if he sought to provoke him on purpose. Tempers were so high that Judge Peters threatened both sides with contempt, forcing several recesses to cool them off.
A process that normally lasted a few hours somehow turned into three grueling days of high tensions and long nights going over transcripts.
"Sorry I was in the way. I forgot where I parked." You jiggled your keys, almost embarrassed.
"Get in I'll help you find it. It's really late and you shouldn't be walking alone in the garage like this."
The offer was nice, but getting into the car of opposing console would surely be frowned apron at your firm.
You were about to protest when he unlocked the passenger door. With a sigh of defeat you got inside. Thankfully Mr. Thomas parked in reserved parking on the lower levels. Far from the general parking on the upper floors that you used.
"I assume your late because of me" he laughed lightly as he slowly drove on.
"Yeah its safe to say you are correct" you dryly chuckled as you hid low in the seat. The garage was slightly empty, but you didn't want to take the chance of being seen as doing something inappropriate. Idiot why did you get in the car?
Aside from him being apposing console Mr.Barber made you feel uneasy. During the hours long deposition you would feel a weird tingle, that made you look up from your notepad only to look up and lock eyes with the DA. You shrugged it off as an intimidation tactic used to get under the skin of the opposition.
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Clicking your fob again you listened for your car, but somehow you were now further than you were originally. "Oh gosh can we turn back? I think I' m further up."
Andy nodded as he continued down the path. The signs above indicating 'More parking turn left' and 'Exit turn right'.
"Why are you still here?" You questioned him as you searched. The deposition ran long, but it ended hours ago.
"Oh.." He said caught off guard as he made a right turn toward the exit. "I spotted an old colleague John Wilson. We chatted for a bit, didn't and realize how late it was until the old ball and chain called."
Your office had a few former district attorneys. Most left the DA's office for the more lucrative life of defense.
"Um Mr.Barber.. you needed to make the left to go back into the garage." You pointed back when Andy made the right turn toward the garage exit.
"You know I'm impressed by your professionalism." Andy ignored and continued down the wrong path. "Thomas is lucky to have you on his team" he explained as he rolled to a stop behind a car inline to exit.
"Um thank you." You shifted in your seat at the impromptued complement. You hadn't done anything special or out of the ordinary. You just took notes like any other paralegal would.
Was he head hunting you? You heard about big firms doing stuff like that, but not for paralegals that were a dime a dozen.
Andy made no effort to change course and you felt increasingly uncomfortable as he inched closer to the exit.
"Um...you know I will just get security to escort me to my car from here." You pointed at the man in the glass box guarding the exit. "Thank you" you reached over to touch the door handle and heard an immediate click of the lock snapping shut.
"Don't move a muscle." You froze at his command.
"I wouldn't get out if I were you." He warned glancing at the rear-view. "Your boss might frown at you getting out of the apposing consoles car."
Stiffly you turned to peak over your seat, a cold chill fell over your body at the sight of Mr. Thomas car waiting in line behind Andy's in the queue. If you got out now you would be in deep shit. You slunk down low in the seat, in a veiled effort to hide. You shouldn't have gotten in this car. What the hell were you thinking?
"Come work for me" Andy casually grabbed his ticket to feed to the machine as he rolled to a stop. So this was just a job offer? If that was the case you were sure there were better ways to go about it. You had a nice chemistry with the old defense attorney and you were not interested in the stress of the DA's office or the pay cut you were sure to get.
"Um I'm not looking for a new job." You rejected him nervously. Hoping he would turn around and let you out.
"At least here my offer."
It seemed as you had no choice in the matter as he proceeded to pull out onto the road.
Your lips pressed into a frown. If you placate him, maybe he would let you go. He was a DA after all he wasn't going to hurt you tried to convince yourself.
"Fine, what is it?"
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"Come work for me and I don't charge you with witness tempering"
Your eyes went wild at the allegation. "What!"
A lot of firms were dirty, but yours was not one of them. The cases you handled with Mr. Thomas didn't even rise to that level. At most he handled cases of over zealous brokers, financial fraud cases or embezzlement. The only time you ever came in contact with a witness Mr.Thomas was there with you. And even if it did you would never take penitentiary chances to get a leg up on the competition.
"Don't worry it's not true. I know your a good girl" he glanced over at you with a smirk. The praise graded you as you sat still stunned. "But that won't stop me from charging you. I'm willing to bet that until you get yourself untangled from the mess I am going to make of your life, your boss and his associates wouldn't think twice about letting you go."
You stared at him in disbelief. You barely said two words to this man, yet he was ready to blow up your life. And for what? For you to work for him? "And from what I know of paralegal salaries I would bet you could afford a public defender at best."
"Mr. Thomas would defend me" you scoffed.
"I wouldn't count on it. Because I would take him down too if he tried." He was serious.
You fell back on the seat as your head swam with the madness. You tried to think what you could've done to bring this on.
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You had been to the DA's office a handful of times so when you saw the familiar building in the horizon you shrunk further in the leather seat.
Andy pulled into a reserved parking spot as the clock crept closer to midnight.
You didn't belong here. Maybe if you got out you could run for it. Make a mad dash somewhere and call the cops. But what would you say? The DA threatened you with a job, kidnapped you and took you to his office? They would think you were insane.
"Let's start your interview." He announced as he killed the engine. You pursed your lips and frowned deeply.
You were being made to interview for a job you didn't want nor ask for.
âPlease, I have to get home.â
Andy paid you no mind, slamming the door in the face of your plea. Your eyes followed him as he headed toward the stone steps to the building.
What did he expect for you to do? Show up tomorrow at your office and sit on prosecutions side? You doubted the judge nor your boss would allow that to fly.
You watched him as you stayed paralyzed in the car. This had to be a joke or a dream. Had you slipped in the parking garage earlier and bumped your head. You tried pinching yourself to snap out of it only to be disheartened by the gravity of this situation.
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Andy led you down the empty hallways, until he stopped at a door that bared his name.
You stood back while he unlocked it and motioned you to go inside. You couldn't move, dread cemented you in place. It was a miracle he had got you to come this far.
Andy tsked and shook his head in disappointment as he walked inside.
You tried to play back every encounter, every word you could've uttered that could've spearheaded this, but there was nothing.
You would've been surprised if he even knew your name, you couldn't even recall it being mentioned during the depositions.
While you drowned in despair Andy shimmed out of his blazer, tossing it on a chair off to the side.
"You're wasting your potential with Thomas" Andy declared, perching himself on the edge of his desk.
"I can tell your very focused and career driven." He continued on. It was surreal, watching him unbutton and roll up his sleeves. Like a disappointed father ready to reprimand their child.
"I noticed it from the start." The anticipation of what was to come became too much under the weight of his stare. You hugged yourself defensively while warm Tears streamed down your cheek.
It was as if he were a wolf ready to swallow you whole. You squeezed your eyes shut unable to hold his stare.
"Eyes on me" he said firmly. You sniffed uncontrollably as you forced them back open. "Good girl" Andy praised, adjusting his cock. He delighted in this, wetting his bottom lip, reveling in your discomfort.
"With a little more discipline and guidance you will reach your full potential. And I want to help you do that" Andy grunted as he loosened then knot of his tie.
Andy stayed sat before you unmoved by your tears as he slipped the fabric from around his neck, pulling it taunt with one hand while wrapping it around the other.
"You just need a firm hand to mold you. Or you can stay out there and watch as I turn your world upside down."
What could you say? He had you where he wanted you. You held your head low, sobbing to yourself as you approached him. You were no match for the power of the DA's office.
Andy rose from his perch and circled you like a shark with blood in the water. "Hands behind your back." He whispered into the shell of your ear. You looked back at him eyes wet with tears pleading. He sighed disappointed again taking matters into his own hands. You whimpered as he pried your hands from their hold, forcing them behind your back.
"Please Mr. Barber " you chanted as he encompassed your wrist with the tie. Knotting it so tight you feared for the circulation of your hands.
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Andy's firm body pressed against you, his arms wrapped around you, roaming your body freely. The fabric of the tie burned as you struggled to free yourself. He ripped open your cheap blouse with ease, groping your breast over your bra. You withered in his embrace, unable to fight back.
"You made it hard to concentrate" he hummed into your neck while he played with your hard nipples over the fabric. The heat of his breath and the kneading of your breast electrified the coil that tightened in your core.
You tried to crouch into your shoulders, but Andy cupped your chin harshly. Forcing you to expose your neck to him and endure his assault. You went rigid when his other hand started to trail down your abdomen, tunneling past your waistline in desperate pursuit of your mound.
"Sitting so quiet, taking notes."
Your tears glazed Andy's hand as he forced you to look at him as he plunged beneath the elastic of your panties. His eyes clouded with lust at the sight of your facial contortions. Your clit buzzed as his fingers moved over it. You clamped your thighs tightly around his palm in an effort to stop further intrusion, but he pressed on. Rubbing firmly against your mound repeatedly, sparking an unwanted warmth. You felt shame and guilt as heat pooled in his hand.
"Hmmm so ready to be my perfect little helper." Andy purred.
"Are you ready to be molded by me" he teased. Andy pushed his fingers inside of you, releasing a gasp you could not contain.
"Fuck you're so tight" Andy cursed in your ear while he fingered you.
You bit down on your lip to stop the moan trapped in your throat. The embarrassing wetness, the involuntary moans, it was as if your body no longer belonged to you. Andy manipulated you like a puppet on a string.
You exhaled deeply when he pulled his fingers from you and released your neck. You panted from the over stimulation.
He built up a need and left you cradling on the edge. Without warning Andy spun you by the shoulder to face him.
"Look at you my needy little helper. Ready to learn." He smirked at you.
Your eyes went wide when he began unfastening his belt. You didn't want to find out what he would use that for. Your flight response started to kick into high gear as he closed the space between you.
Reflexively you took a step backwards, almost stumbling to the floor when you tripped on the leg of the chair behind you.
There was no way out of the room without going past him. You doubted you would get far even if you tried. The back of your legs hit his desk, halting your movements.
"Gonna be my perfect little helper?"
You opened your mouth to finally scream, but Andy swiftly rushed you. The grip on your neck felt deadly as you croaked. He leaned his weight on you, tipping you over until you slammed hard on his desk.
Whatever trinkets he had on his desk dug into your back and arms painfully. Andy wedged himself between your thighs, and haphazardly fumbled with his pants. Pushing them down with one hand as he kept you pinned with the other. You bucked and squirmed when you felt his need pressed on your pelvis.
Your skirt had rode up past your waist leaving your thin panties the last line of defense.
"Don't do this please Mr. Barber please I'll work for you please." Choked out incoherently.
You bucked more feverishly when he yanked your panties to the side. The tip of his cock lined up against your entrance.
"That's it. That's my good little helper. So wet for me." Andy praised as his sunk into you as he kept a firm hold on your neck. Your pussy pulsed around him as you strained to adjust. He made you painfully full.
Andy lifted up your left thigh, allowing himself to sink deeper. The added weight of him on top of you married with the pain from your arms.
His focused grip on your neck helped muffle your mewls, but not the sloppy sounds of your cunt. You turned away from his face as he rolled his hips into you. Only to be met with the smiling faces of his family. The facade of his wholesome life seemingly entrained by your predicament.
"Perfect little cunt fits me so well."
Your pussy clenched with every praise to your shame. There was no way to bite back the need he fed deep within you. Your stomach tensed as a staggered moan fell from your mouth.
Your feet curled in the air as your thighs squeezed around him. You felt of mix of shame and disappointment as you came around his cock.
Loosening his grip on your neck Andy could no longer hold himself back. He filled you to the brim, his seed seeped out of you as you milked him dry.
He laid on you briefly, panting heavily before pulling off. Carefully adjusting himself as he watched his cum drizzle down your raw cunt. "Get yourself cleaned up. We have cross in a few hours."
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Speak Easy Part 13
Dabi x Reader , Bakugo x Reader
Words : 3125
Masterlist
Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by âheroesâ Now that sheâs out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together.
Words with âthisâ is dialogue written in her journal rather than said out loud and and words with ~this~ is dialogue said in sign language rather than out loud.
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You watched as Dabi paced in front of you as you hugged your knees to your chest. Shoto had come to sit next to you and you were grateful for his calming presence. He kept giving you a weird look and then looking at his brother. He obviously wanted to ask what was going on between the two of you, but you mouthed, âlaterâ at him and he shrugged it off.
âOk. So what? He has a list of my safe houses. Thatâs okay⊠Thatâs arguably a good thing actually.â Dabi was thinking out loud trying, and even though his voice sounded calm, you could see the way his hands balled into fists so tight his staples were pulling.
âNo one knows about this place. This is the safest house out of all of them. I bought it after I left the League, itâs in the middle of nowhere, and the security is the best money can buy.â He stopped his pacing and looked at his brother, âSoâŠâ
Shoto draped a lazy arm around you and you released a tense breath you hadnât realized you were holding. He quirked his head at his older brother, âSoâŠ? What? Why is that a good thing?â
Dabiâs eyes got this scary look. They practically glowed and you could tell whatever he was thinking probably wasnât good. âIt means we can pick them off. Set up traps for them at my other safe houses. It might take some time⊠we wonât know what houses theyâre targeting so at first itâll be a lot of guess work.â You could see a scheme hatching behind his eyes and for once he truly looked like a villain. âYou said Bakugo was already out looking for them, right? I can meet up with him! Theyâre my houses after all, no one knows them better than me.â
He took off towards the bedroom mumbling something about needing to pack. Your wide eyes connected with Shotoâs, âHow long before he remembers heâd have to leave me behind and panics?â
Shoto hummed, âIâd say about thirty seconds after heâs done packing.â He shrugged, âItâs not a bad plan honestly. I see heâs gotten rather attached to you lately though.â
You could hear the unspoken question and you werenât sure you were ready to jump into that conversation just yet. It was bad enough that Katsuki knew. You shrugged and averted your eyes back to the door Dabi had disappeared behind. âWeâve gotten pretty close. You learn a lot about someone when youâre stuck in a house with them.â
âSHIT!â
Shoto sighed, âSounds like he just remembered.â
Dabi stomped back into the living room and stopped a few feet in front of you. His stare was intense almost like he was trying to see through you. You could see his frustration growing as he battelled internally over what he should do. âI canât leave you here by yourself⊠I donât want to leave you at all. But- But I canât take you with me either.â You could see his mind running a mile a minute trying to come up with a solution.
âYou can leave me here, Iâm not totally useless. I have the collar, so you can call me, check on my location and vitals and all that creepy shit.â You gestured to the younger Todoroki sitting next to you, âAnd Iâm sure your brother and Izuku are dying to have some time to catch up. They can keep me company. Kiri too if need be.â
Dabi kneeled in front of you and laid his arms on either side of you, caging you in. âIt would drive me insane leaving you here.â
You brushed your thumb over the spot between his eyes, smoothing out his worried expression. âMore insane than if you stayed here and let Katsuki handle this on his own?â
His body sagged and he leaned his forehead onto your shoulder. âIf I didnât know better, Iâd say it sounds like you want me to go.â
You leaned your head on his. âOf course I donât want you to go idiot. But I hate to break it to you, I know you pretty well⊠And I donât think sitting here day after day listening to you complain about how you could do it better, sounds like fun.â He groaned because he knew you were right. âSo, go ahead and go. Iâll be fine here I promise. Go catch some bad guys with Katsuki.â
âUgh donât say it like that. You make is sound like a cheesy buddy cop movie. I just hope your little hero friend isnât squeamish because Iâm not going to hold back.â
Shoto cleared his throat, âSome of us⊠little heroes⊠have seen enough shit to last a lifetime. Bakugoâs the hardest working and grittiest out of us all, so believe me when I say you donât need to worry about him.â
Dabi narrowed his eyes at his brother who he had just realized was practically cuddling with you. âSeeing death and dealing it out are two different things. I know heâs capable of killing someone, but mentally I donât think he could cross that line.â He held a hand up to stop Shoto from arguing with him. âAnd I donât care if he doesnât want to get his precious hero hands dirty. Because thatâs what Iâm here for, and Iâm honestly looking forward to it.â
You huffed, âListen, I really donât like the look you get when you talk about killing people. Itâs sick⊠killing isnât supposed to be fun you psychopath.â
His eyes shifted back to yours, âBaby girl. I want to make something clear. I will find the sick fucks that kidnapped you. I will torture them in the most painful and humiliating ways possible. By the time Iâm done⊠they will welcome death with open arms. Iâll be doing them a favor.â His forehead pressed against yours. âUnless youâd rather I save them for youâŠMy destroyer of men.â
You hit his shoulder, âIâd rather you let Katsuki arrest them! You know how I feel about killing villains.â
His hand gripped the back of your neck hard to force you to look at him, ââŠNo. You know I canât do that. The sooner you accept that, the easier all of this will be.â His thumb rubbed your cheek, âI know it sucks. But this is the world you live in now. We canât trust anyone but ourselves.â
Shoto cleared his throat, âListen I donât know what is going on between the two of you, but I would appreciate it if you refrained from being kinky in my presence.â
Dabi growled, âFuck off! You literally let yourself in unannounced⊠When all of this over I swear weâre leaving the fucking country. Iâm so sick of you brats just coming over whenever you feel like it. Weâre gonna leave and youâll never see us again.â
Shoto quirked an eyebrow, âSo⊠Even after all of this is resolved⊠you plan to still live with y/n?â You could see the gears turning in his head as he pieced all of this together. âHmm interesting.â He got up and stretched. âWell I guess Iâll give you guys some alone time to⊠do whatever this is⊠just without me having to witness it.â
âHey before you go⊠You sure youâre okay with keeping an eye on her while Iâm gone?â You hadnât heard Dabi sound so uncertain before. Usually he carried so much confidence that it was overwhelming. But now he sounded lost.
Shoto nodded, âYeah itâs not a big deal. Izuku and I can take shifts. Kirishima will probably take over every now and then depending on how long you are gone⊠But we donât mind. Y/n was right when she said weâd like to catch up with her.â He gave you an awkward wink that was completely out of character for him. âYouâve been hoarding her all to yourself for months now.â He walked down the hall and shouted, âTry not to be too loud. Iâll just pick the room that smells the least like sex.â
âGood luck! Iâve fucked her on every surface of the houââ You slammed a hand over Dabiâs mouth to cut him off.
You hid your face in Dabiâs shoulder to stifle your laugh. âI love your brother so much. He has no filter and itâs honestly so refreshing.â
A quick slap to your thigh had you gasping, âI donât appreciate you talking about my brother that way.â He nipped at your earlobe harshly, âEspecially after I just agreed to let him stay here while Iâm gone.â
Before you could respond he was standing up and throwing you over his shoulder, âI think I need to remind you who you fucking belong to.â He slapped your ass as you shrieked, âI might be gone for a while, so I think I need to give you something to remember.â
âYou are so ridiculous! Heâs literally in a committed relationship with another man!â
Dabi tossed you onto his bed and immediately fell on top of you. âHeâs also my brother and I know that slut swings both ways.â He bit down hard on your shoulder, âIâm going to leave my fucking mark all over you before I go.â He sucked a bruise into your neck, âTonight⊠Iâm going to claim every fucking inch of you.â
He had you naked underneath him within seconds, kissing down the column of your neck. He continued down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from screaming.
âCome on baby, let him hear you. Let him hear how good I treat you. Let him know that there is only one Todoroki for you.â
You wanted to argue with him. There was no way Shoto was interested in you at all. Heâd been in love with Izuku since high school. But you were also enjoying the way Dabi was marking his territory. There was something so peaceful about giving up control to another person, especially someone you trust.
You let him kiss and suck and grope every part of you. In this moment you were his to do with as he wished. You didnât care he was leaving mark after mark on your skin. He was claiming you, he was daring others to lay a finger on what it is his. And you fucking loved it. You loved the peace and the comfort that came with the idea of him declaring that you are his. The security of knowing he wouldnât let another soul touch you.
He bit harshly into your inner thigh, making you yelp and buck your hips.
He chuckled darkly as he came back up and rubbed his nose against yours. âBaby girl, just look at your face. I havenât even touched your pussy yet and you already looked so fucked out.â He dragged his fingers lightly over your stomach, across your ribs, over your breast, and finally let them settle on your neck.
You shivered and closed your eyes, âDabiiii, stop teasing me.â
His fingers tightened around your throat. âYou said some shit earlier that really got under my skin. And now I canât decide if I should punish you or not.â
Your head spun as it tried to think about what you possibly could have said to upset him. âWhat â what did I say?â
Dabi leaned in sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before biting down hard. âYou saidâŠ. You loved my brother.â
Your heart pounded in your chest and you felt an intense heart overwhelm your face and neck. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Was he jealous? Did he want you to say you loved him? Is that really what he wanted to hear?
You hadnât noticed him pulling his own pants down until he was thrusting into you. âIâm a selfish man y/n. Iâm greedy. I donât share. And hearing those sweet little words said about someone else.â His hips snapped into yours harder, as his fingers got even tighter around your neck to the point where you were sure there would be bruises.
His pace picked up and you could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, âI wanna hear you say it. Who do you love?â
Your eyes rolled back as you croaked out a horse âyouâ
âThatâs not good enough doll. I said! WHO do you FUCKIN LOVE?â
His fingers let go of your throat and as intense pleasure washed over you, leaving your legs shaking, âYOU!â
He fucked you through your orgasm before he followed right behind you, âThatâs what I fuckin thought.â
He only parted with you long enough to clean the two of you up. He wandered to the bathroom to get a warm, wet towel. You hummed contently as rubbed it all over your body, especially over the sore new marks he had made on your skin. When he was satisfied, he tossed the rag to the floor to deal with later and rejoined you in bed. He pulled you to him, your back to his chest, and let out a huge sigh. âIâm really nervous about leaving you here. And it honestly makes me angry. Iâve never cared about another person like this, hell Iâve never even cared about my own well being this much.â You could feel him resting his chin on your shoulder, âIt makes me feel weak and I hate it.â
You intertwined your fingers with his that were wrapped around your middle. âYou know what they say about bravery right? Bravery isnât not being scared. Only stupid people arenât scared of anything. Bravery is being scared of something and doing it anyway.â You sank further into his embrace. âIf it makes you feel any better, Iâm scared too. Which is equally as frustrating.â
You could feel him kiss your shoulder, encouraging you to continue. âI used to be incredibly independent. I lived alone, I worked alone, because of the classified nature of my job I was pretty isolated. I didnât need anyone, and I was more than happy to get shit done on my ownâŠNow the thought doing anything without you gives me anxiety.â
He sighed, âIf anything that makes me feel worse⊠I believe we have a classic case of codependency⊠itâs your fault by the way. For sucking me in to your annoyingly needy arms.â
âSays the guy who has his arms currently wrapped around me like a vice.â You wanted to stay in this sweet moment. He was never this open with you, never this soft. âAnd even though itâs not my fault, I will admit that I did kind of need you for everything when I first got here.â You felt his chest rumble with silent laughter. âBut you never really complained, did you? To be honest I had thought you would have been⊠I donât know⊠a little more⊠cold I guess.â
His hands heated up as they rubbed circles into your stomach. âTo anyone else I definitely would have been.â He turned you around so he could pull your chest to his and rolled onto his back, tucking your head under his chin. âI was fucking toast the second you fell into my arms though.â He groaned, âUGH! I sound like such a pussy. I hate it.â
You pressed several kisses to his chest, âWell I donât hate it.â
There was a long stretch of silence in which the two of you just held each other, not wanting to burst your bubble.
Dabi cleared his throat and you knew he wanted to talk about it. âListen⊠While Iâm gone all of the laws are still valid. You still need to take care of yourself. Just because Iâm not here to force you to eat lunch doesnât mean you donât have to.â His fingers rubbed up and down your spine. âIâm sure if you ask the guys, theyâll work out with you, but they need to keep their filthy hands to themselves.â His hand stopped at your collar, âAnd as much I hate saying this. Donât call me.â
You lifted your head and gave him a confused look, âWhat? You worried your side chicks will hear?â
He reached down and slapped your ass, âShut up. I literally live with you and we never leave the house. That jokes not even funny.â His hand started to rub the same spot he had just slapped, âIâm being serious though. I donât want you to call me. If something happens and they get my phone, or hell if they somehow capture me, I donât want anything tying me to you. Shigaraki suspects youâre with me otherwise he wouldnât be going through my safe houses. But he doesnât know youâre with me, and I want to keep it that way.â His voice got quitter as he mumbled into your hair, âBesides⊠I think if I heard your voice Iâd give up and come home.â
You froze, âOkay, that is officially the softest thing youâve ever said to me⊠and I love it.â
He growled low in your ear, âThatâs it, Iâm going to start calling you whore, and making you call me sir. Iâm losing my damn edge.â
You just giggled, knowing he was bluffing, but then again⊠he did get you a collar.
âIâm going to miss you⊠sir.â
âIâm gonna miss you too⊠my special little whore.â
You sarcastically beamed at him, âAww you think Iâm special?â
That night, you barley slept. You were so worried heâd leave without waking you up to say bye. So, as a consequence you woke up several times throughout the night and every time, heâd pull you closer and mumble a sleepy âstill here.â
When morning finally came you sat on the bed with your kneed tucked under your chin as you watched him finish getting ready. Your eyes followed him as he walked around the room, taking his time. He knew the sooner he got dressed the sooner heâd have to leave.
Finally, when he had no other choice, he laced his boots up and looked at you. âCome hereâŠâ He held his arms out to you and you quickly slid into his embrace. âYou be a good girl while Iâm gone, okay?â He kissed the top of your head. âListen to Shoto and try not to give him too much shit. Follow the laws, donât watch any of our shows while Iâm gone, if thereâs any big emergencies have one of the guys call Bakugo.â
You nodded and looked up into his bright blue eyes, âYou be safe, and donât do anything stupid. Come back preferably in one piece please.â
He chuckled, âI will do my best doll.â
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alight with the lights out | diego hargreeves x reader [tua]
A/N: Thank you for all of your interest after I posted the teaser! It was VERY surprising and humbling; Iâve NEVER had so many people ask for a tag before. I only ask that if you asked for a tag, you interact with this fic SOMEHOW. And go find another story you love and REBLOG IT! LET THAT WRITER KNOW YOU LOVE THEM!
Iâll be honest, Iâm very nervous about this one. Iâm not sure if it turned out as good on paper as it did in my head. Please let me know what you liked and what you didnât!
Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x vigilante, powered!Reader; this one may read a bit more like an OC because Iâve given the reader backstory, powers. Sheâs (youâre) a vigilante who regularly runs into Diego. I keep the physical description vague, so I hope you can still imagine yourself!Â
Warnings: Language; who doesnât love getting a little sweary? Violence, fighting, references to a shitty childhood, and separately, implied sexual assault (nothing graphic, I promise); angst and angsty dialogue; SMUT-- 18+ ONLY PLEASE; lots of cocktease dialogue, fingering, pierced nipples (the readerâs not Diegoâs-- sorry), biting, rough sex, choking. Romance is its own warning. Fluff.
Word Count: 12.1k of sexy, self-righteous vigilantism, half-baked metaphor and of course, at least one literary reference.Â
Summary: Diego Hargreeves, aka The Kraken, is secure about few things in life; one of those things being his vigilantism. Heâs a hero. Until he meets a fighter who shares the same hobby, albeit with different methodologies. Diego isnât quite as certain about her, but her mysterious abilities make him think he and his siblings arenât the only ones in this world with power. If only she and Diego could just stay out of each othersâ hair. Itâs a good, old-fashioned ENEMIES TO LOVERS, lads!
Link to my playlist of songs that inspired this fic: here
NOT MY GIF
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You wouldn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. That was rule number one. Hell, if you could get away with it at all, you wouldnât hurt anyone.Â
But Mr. Adler hated children. And he had made it his mission to not understand you. To regard you with the utmost disdain. And unfortunately for you, Mr. Adler had married your mother when you were six years old.Â
You had never known another father. Your mother refused to talk about the circumstances of your birth, or of the man who had supposedly been responsible. The lack of identity loomed like a large question mark over certain portions of your life.Â
And Mr. Adler, that loud, controlling lout, was not about to fill that void.Â
When you were in elementary school, you began to feel like you were different from the other children. Watching them carry about their days with their steel-pressed pop culture lunch boxes and not a care in the world. While you sensed your music teacherâs sadness when her cat had died. You could feel every anxiety that passed through your classmates on the day of a spelling test. You didnât know why you could feel these things. You just could.
Prominently above them all, you could feel Mr. Adlerâs hatred for you, like a thick, toxic wall every time you passed through your front door and into what was supposed to be your sanctuary.Â
He shouted at you for inane things, like the pantry door being left open, or the fact that your mother was tired after cooking dinner, insisting you never did enough to help. As a child of eight, what did he expect you to do? You kept your room clean, cleared and set the table, helped your mom water the plants in her garden. What more could Adler want from you?
Still, Mr. Adlerâs hate for you colored your every interaction with him, the world you saw him through tinged with an orange-red lens of rage.Â
You had never tried expanding upon your grasp of othersâ feelings until you had witnessed a boy in your class push your pigtailed classmate, Annabelle, down on the playground. Annaâs shock, fear and sadness had bitten into you from the other side of the sandbox like an unwelcome spider bite, sudden and itchy.Â
It didnât sit right with you. To you, how was this boy any different from Adler? Reigning terror over someone else just because he thought he could. Youâd recognize that red-orange tinge in another person anywhere.Â
You stood, marching over to the boy, gripping his wrist firmly in your stubby, grubby fingers. Quick as a flash, you were met with every emotion this boy had ever felt -- annoyance at Anna (she wouldnât share her toys. How selfish, the boy had thought); anger (how dare you grab him!); and finally, prominently, fear.Â
Fear looked different for everyone, you had noticed. For some, like this boy, it was an ugly green, so like jealousy. For others, like Adler when heâd been drinking, it was an inky black you could drown in. Fear was clearly the strongest. You knew that now.
You gripped the boyâs fear in your own mind, pushing it to the forefront until he began to cry, his eyes welling with the sudden fear he couldnât understand.Â
âYou wonât do that again,â you said. Turning to Anna, you offered a hand to help her up, but she just shook her head, pigtails flying, and scampered away from you.Â
Your teachers were clearly afraid of you after that. Could sense that something wasnât right. Anna? You thought sheâd be grateful ... but the chilly pale yellow of her fear, and everyone elseâs, followed you wherever you went.Â
Fine, you thought. If they wouldnât be grateful for what you could do, you may as well help yourself.Â
From then on, you exploited your teachersâ happiness -- pop quizzes became less frequent. Everytime they wanted to scold you for incomplete homework, they were left grasping at straws and with the daze of an emotion they couldnât name.Â
Adler hated you for it.Â
âI knew there was something wrong with you,â he sneered over your motherâs weeping objections. âI donât know what it is, but I know thereâs something.âÂ
Once you reached 18, you left for the neighboring bustling metropolis and didnât look back. The world was full of people like Adler, like the boy in the sandbox, like your teachers, who tried to use their own fear to feed their hate, to exploit others. To exercise false power over them.Â
Well, you wouldnât have it. If it meant a few of those assholes got hurt, well, so be it.Â
You lived like that for years. Until --
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"I hope you choke on it," you hissed, watching the smoky black tendrils slither their way around the man, constricting -- bringing him to his knees, hacking and gasping. "I see your fear, I feel it all. You deserve this, you know you do," you lectured, advancing toward the man, your hands raised.Â
He was seconds away, you knew it-- and then one more scumbag would be off the streets for good ...
Things were going your way, you were in your favorite position in an altercation-- you know, the one where you had the upper hand? Everything was coming up you, until--
Your ears were met with a whizzing noise mere seconds before a sharp, shiny something nicked your cheek and lodged into the wooden beam just past you.Â
Your gaze left the piteous man before you long enough to see what looked like a small, but dangerously sharp, knife embedded in the beam. You reached up and plucked it from its resting place, spinning it in your palm before catching the hilt in a clutching grip. You turned to see where it had come from, your eyes catching a dark blur flipping from the fire escape of the opposite building, before said blur landed at your feet.
Standing at his full height, the blur-- no, the Kraken himself-- towered above you.
You had to admit, the stories didn't do him justice. Standing before you in head-to-toe black and a harness replete with shimmering, twinkling edges and danger, you could've sworn he was your knight in shining leather. His cropped hair and facial scars gave him the air that he was every bit as sharp and deadly as the many blades that adorned his body. His oilslick eyes so like mirthless pits of danger, daring to suck you beneath their surface. He was, in a word, imposing.
Regarding you from behind his Venetian domino mask, he spoke, "Miss I'm gonna need you to drop the knife and let this man go."
You snorted.
"You're joking, right?" Not giving him a chance to respond, you chuckled as you swung at him with the hand still holding what you now knew to be his blade.Â
You'd give credit where it was due, Diego Hargreeves, aka Number Two, aka the Kraken, was every bit as fast as they'd said. In this regard, the stories and Umbrella Academy-related media hadn't been wrong.Â
Diego dodged your swing, bending his body back before twirling around to strike at your torso, like a snake, with his heavy, hammered fist.
The hit knocked the wind out of you, effectively breaking your concentration, and, devastatingly, your connection with the previously fear-choked man cowering in the alley behind you. As you recovered from Diego's hit and swung around to check your quarry, you could only watch as he shook himself from your fear-induced trance.
He scraped and scrabbled to get up off his knees as Diego shouted at him to "Go, just get out of here!"
You snarled and swung a well-aimed high kick at Diego's head, connecting with just enough of his jaw to drop him. As soon as your proverbial window opened, you turned from Diego to run after the man. But even grounded from a blow, Diego was formidable. He shot his arm out and snagged your ankle, yanking you to the ground.Â
The gritty pavement scraped your palms as you attempted to catch yourself on your way down, growling as you glanced up to see that loathsome cockroach of a man slip out of the alley, huffing as his bloated legs carried himself far away from you.Â
You tossed a glance over your shoulder to see Diego righting himself as he stood up, looking down at you before shrugging, offering you his hand.
"Not a chance," you scoffed, knocking his hand away. You rolled slightly back, arched up, and used your hands to help you spring as you lept to your feet in one smooth movement. You landed with a thud of your boots, your feet spread apart, and arms raised in a boxer's stance.Â
Diego had the decency to look slightly surprised at your obviously-dangerous athleticism. He shook himself slightly as he regarded you.Â
Besides, he thought, taking in your stature, it's not as though you were any match for him. No way.
"Why would you get in my way, Umbrella douche?" You bit out harshly, glaring daggers at the knife-wielding Kraken.
"Come on, hot stuff," Diego shrugged. "If you know who I am, you gotta know it's not like I can just let you mug that man with ⊠well, whatever you were doing to him." What he had seen you do in the alley seemed to be catching up with him as he cocked his head and queried, "What exactly were you doing to him, by the way? I mean, other than hurting a civilian?"
"A civilian?" You spat. "You don't know what you're talking about, do-gooder. If you knew what he was, you wouldn't be defending him so staunchly."Â
âAnd what was he?â Diego pressed.Â
âThat dickless fuckhead would-be-rapist isnât worth the shit on your shoe,â you snarled. âAnd you let him get away. Nice job, hero,â you sing-songed the last word mockingly, taking advantage of Diegoâs lowered guard to level a swinging hit to his nose.Â
Your punch landed with a satisfying crack, Diego stumbling back, shaking his head.Â
âWhat in the ever-loving FUCK is wrong with you, lady?â Diego shouted.Â
âTake your hits like a big boy. Arenât you supposed to be some kind of âBig Deal?â â you asked, advancing toward Diego, fists raised.Â
âHoney, my reputation precedes me for a reason,â Diego quipped back, blocking your next swing and making one of his own toward your gut.Â
The two of you sparred in the alleyway, whirling and spinning in a very violent dance between two unwilling partners -- Diego, clearly pulling his punches, while you were obviously preoccupied with your rage at your escaped quarry.Â
Diego flipped and spun and swung his fists with a speed that bordered on unnatural. His jabs and kicks annoyingly landed, as you were really only able to block just about every other hit. Fuck him for being so fast.Â
So it was true, you thought, the superpower hype was real. Well, two could play that game.Â
At Diegoâs next hit, you caught his fist, allowing the contact to create the connection you needed, feeling for Diego and any underlying emotion that would be his undoing, before latching onto your favorite-- past the overstuffed confidence, you tasted simmering rage. Beyond that? A tiny prickle of ⊠was that??âŠAh, yes, the stinging, burns-so-good zip of lust... File that one away for later ⊠and beneath it all lay Diegoâs stammering, stuttering, suffocating fear.Â
You dug your proverbial claws into it once you found it, bringing it to the surface, manifesting it into your signature smoky tendrils.Â
Drag them down with their own fear.Â
Diegoâs eyes widened as he looked down to see his legs wrapped in what looked like snakes. Suddenly, his worst memories of fearful days under his fatherâs tyrannical reign were the only things in his brain. The shouting proclamation his own inadequacies in his fatherâs too-posh voice pounded within his skull. It was all he could think about -- Your presence before him seemed to dwindle, he couldnât focus on you, try as he might-- when he was overcome with the feelings of every bad memory he had ever suffered through bearing down on him like the crushing weight of the ocean, pulling him under with the riptide of his own panic and inadequacies.
What the fuck was this shit?Â
He pushed through his sudden indifference toward you to regard you, the woman stood before him. Diegoâs fist clenched as he took in your own grip clutching around his wrist. Your eyes were closed as your face was screwed up in concentration.Â
Repulsive. You were repulsive, he suddenly thought. How could he have cared so much about hurting you when his own terror and agitation sat heavy on his tongue, like ugly curdled cream?
But he hadnât always felt this way-- not his usual modus operandi, was it? So what was this? Was this-- you?? Was this what you had done to that man?
Diego began to dredge himself through his own agitation, past his fatherâs lilting abuse⊠through the mire of never-quite-being-enough against Luther... dragging his proverbial feet through a bog of his own self-hatred. Just long enough to wrench his wrist from your grip, grabbing you by the shoulders and spinning around, slamming you probably a little too hard into the wall behind him. Your eyes snapped open as your head made a minor thwack off the alleyway-- you had just enough time to tilt your head to the left as Diego brought one of his knives down, driving it into the wall a sliver from the space your face had previously occupied.Â
Diego bore his weight on his toes, leaning his imposing height into and over you, panting and snorting heavily through his nose. You looked at his eyes behind his mask-- hardened flints of pissed-off-superhero glared back at you.
âW-wh-What the F-f-UCK was that?â Diego spit, lip curling over his teeth in a gruesome snarl.Â
A fleeting flicker of shame passed through you. He hadnât really done anything to deserve that, had he? Before you shook yourself out of it-- No! He let that rat-faced motherfucker get away!Â
You fixed your face into an impassive mask of your own before you chirped, annoyingly, âWhat was what?âÂ
Diego chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. âNuh-uh. How did you do that?â Diego pressed, leaning even closer to you, if that were possible.
âDo what?â you chimed innocently, tilting your chin up, eyes meeting Diegoâs from beneath your lashes. Maintaining your feigned ignorance.
âDonât do that,â Diego snarled. âDonât play dumb. I think we both know at this point-- youâre alot of things, and dumb isnât one of them.âÂ
âYouâd know all about playing dumb, wouldnât you, pretty boy? Or for you, is it not really playing?â You reached up and ran a finger along his sharp jaw before tweaking his chin and dropping your hand back to your side. You sighed at Diegoâs stone face. Honestly, it was so boring when they didnât bite back.
âI donât know what to tell you, cutie pie. I canât help it. People are just drawn to me,â you quirked an eyebrow. âOr repulsed by me. I really havenât decided.â You fluttered your eyelashes at him, ever the pretty picture.Â
Diego leaned further into you, pressing your back further and further into the wall. All the while, his leather-gloved grip creaked around the handle of the knife heâd plunged into the wall next to your head as he gripped it tighter.Â
âHuh,â he mused, scoffing at you lightly. âYa know something, doll? I just donât fuckinâ buy it.âÂ
âBabe, if you wanted to play bad cop, all you had to do was ask,â you smirked as the stone face slid from his features and gave way to "surprised face."
âHonestly, honey,â you slinked up Diegoâs body, propping yourself onto your toes and brushing his lips ever-so-lightly with your own as you spoke into his mouth, âDid you really think you and your reject siblings were the only ones in this whole wide world with a little ⊠taste ⊠of power?â you purred.Â
Ah, you thought, and there it was.Â
The warming, zinging hum that your ability recognized as Diegoâs lust crept through your fingertips that were currently resting on his chin. You were sure if you took the time to analyze exactly who was feeling what, that this feeling of craving wouldnât be as one-sided as youâd otherwise have hoped. Diego was, you had to admit, very pretty -- for a man.Â
The swirling galaxies in his midnight eyes regarded you with confusionangerwant. Had you really just -- kinda kissed him?
You took advantage of Diegoâs surprised state to knock his grip from your shoulder and shove -- hard. Diego toppled back, and you took off as fast as your enhanced body would carry you, cutting down the alley and away from your fascinatingly frustrating new rival.Â
Diego took in your retreating form from his final resting place in the disgusting alleyâs concrete. Slamming his fist into the rough-gravel ground, groaning out his frustration and anger.
You were gone.Â
What were you?Â
Were you really like him? Like the others?
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Diego shuffled into Hargreeves Manor, determined to see who else was around. Surely they, or Pogo, would know if there were others like them out there. Had he been the only one to run into one? Was it all a hoax?
As he wandered into the cavernous, but simultaneously stuffy, living room, sure enough-- there was Klaus, sprawled across the couch, arm slung over his face in a restless nap.Â
âKlaus!â Diego barked, startling the spindly man from his perch on the couch and onto the floor.Â
Klaus looked balefully up at his brother from his spot on the carpet. âJeeeesus, Diego, really? What do you want that made that necessary,â Klaus grumbled.
âHave you seen Pogo?âÂ
âI havenât seen anything but the back of my eyelids for the last several hours, thank you very much,â Klaus replied, âAlthough, I did have a very good dream about running into an old friend of mine in the grocery store. He was always so convinced he was straight. But I think the rest of my dream calls bullshit.â Klaus chuckled to himself.Â
âYeah, whatever, man. I need to talk to Pogo,â Diego stressed, turning to leave the living room.
âWell, wait, wait, wait. What is so important?â Klaus queried, clambering up and lumbering across the room to catch Diegoâs arm.
Diego sighed, facing his brother.Â
âDo you think ⊠Do you think weâre the only ones like us?â He asked.
âWell, thereâs no one like you, brother,â Klaus chuckled, taking on a rumbling, Diego-esque mocking tone, âIâm Number Two!â He cackled to himself for a moment before coming back to himself with a sigh. âAnd honestly, we all know Iâm an original. So Iâm not sure I take your meaning.âÂ
âI mean⊠it couldnât just be the seven of us, right? Thereâs a lot of other people in the world⊠it just makes sense others could do things like what we can?â Diego pressed.
Klaus started. He had never seen this look in his brotherâs eye before. The unhinged mania of a fight? Sure. Crushing doubt? Obviously. But not this ⊠fierce certainty buried beneath a question. This was new for Diego. He must be serious.Â
Klaus blinked, regarding his brother, before slowly nodding. âI mean⊠sure⊠theoretically, there could be others. But I donât know any. Why? Did you find someone?âÂ
Diego drew in a breath, unsure of how much he wanted to reveal to Klaus. After all, you were his nemesis. His pain in the ass. His whatever you were.Â
Diego crossed the room again, back to the couch Klaus had previously occupied, before sitting down in a creak of leather and clink of blades still strapped to his harness. Propping his elbows on his thighs, he placed his head in his hands.Â
âI donât know. I think so? I found her while I was out patrolling, and I ⊠I donât really know how to describe what I saw.âÂ
Klaus placed himself next to his erstwhile sibling, tucking his feet beneath himself as he sat, reaching up to pat Diego on the shoulder.
âThere, there, big guy. Just⊠tell me what happened,â Klaus crooned.
Diego launched into the story of finding you in the alley, choking the man with your smoke without even laying a hand on him. He described to Klaus how the two of you had fought, and how you had called the man a âwould-be-rapistâ before knocking Diego to the ground and making your getaway.Â
âWell, she sounds hot.âÂ
âHelpful, Klaus,â Diego deadpanned.Â
âOh, isnât it obvious, sweet Dee?â Klaus chimed at the end of Diegoâs story. At his brotherâs nonplussed look, Klaus continued. âSheâs just like you! She likes to put on her Batman underoos and fight crime,â he chuckled. âEven if she is like⊠us⊠she clearly can do something different. But I think the most telling thing is how obviously into her you are.âÂ
Diego sputtered, âWh-what?? I am not into that ⊠psycho. Whatever she can do, thatâs all I want to figure out.âÂ
âThe lady doth protest too much,â Klaus sing-songed. âWhatever you say, brother. But I think the only way youâll really figure it out is if you run into her again. I mean, we know dad had his secrets. If he knew about other powered children, donât you think the Umbrella Academy wouldâve been a lot bigger? The world is a big place. Iâm sure thereâs more out there, but, um⊠we just didnât know about it until now?âÂ
Diego sighed deeply. âOh, joy,â he muttered. Ignoring the tinge of excitement that passed through him at Klausâs suggestion he seek you out.Â
Klaus clapped his hands joyously, cuffing Diegoâs shoulder, shaking him.Â
âA nemesis, Diego! How sexy! How exciting!âÂ
---
Your encounter with one of the Umbrella Academy had left you slightly shaken, to say the least. You were so careful when you went out. No one missed those assholes you took care of. Honestly, you were doing the city a favor.Â
Patrolling on any given night would yield one or two men who were plotting something less than savory. And all it took was a brush of skin to determine their true intentions.Â
You sighed angrily, ripping off your bodysuit and stomping across your apartment to your shower, yanking back the curtain and twisting the knob forcefully.Â
Hot water began to pour from the showerhead, steam filling your bathroom. You regarded your reflection in your bathroom mirror, a distinctly palmlike-bruise adorned your shoulder from where Diego had clutched it, not to mention the scrapes that lined your body from your repeated meetings with the concrete during your sparring.Â
You met your own eyes in your reflection, regarding yourself as balefulness gave way to venom.Â
Honestly, that toadlike little nobody had deserved what you were about to do to him. You had watched him from the back of the bar as he had annoyingly pressed his presence onto a poor girl who was just trying to enjoy her drink. Her drink that the toad had slipped something in when he thought she wasnât looking. He even went so far as to grab her wrist with his stubby little hands. That was the final straw.Â
You steeled yourself, letting the lustful, rowdy feeling of the other bar patrons that permeated the air like thick smoke take you over. Putting on your best, beguiling smile, you crossed the room and brushed your hand over the manâs bare arm, letting him feel the tingling want that you had absorbed. Simultaneously, you felt everything of his disgusting intent-- the hateful, possessive desire for the girl, the hurt he intended to inflict to trample his own inadequacies and sadness.Â
Oh, yeah, you were right about this asshole.Â
He looked up at you, disgusting gaze lingering on you, before forgetting all about his intended prey, pushing back from his barstool and venturing behind you out into the alley.Â
The rest, as they say, is history. And an annoying vigilante type who had an ass that just wouldnât quit once encased in black leather just had to rain on your proverbial pain parade.Â
Diego Hargreeves⊠Of course you knew who he was. Everyone knew about the Umbrella kids. And you knew the man once-dubbed The Kraken was still doing his best Caped Crusader (sans cape) and kicking ass by night. Annoyingly self-righteous, really, you thought. Choosing ever-so-delicately to ignore the hypocrisy laden in your thought. Is that not, in effect, what you were doing? Albeit with a little more emotional manipulation and bloodshed.Â
As you thought of Diego, your fingers traced the slim, sharp cut his knife had made in your cheek as it surged past you.Â
You let the remnants of Diegoâs rage that you had felt overtake you, amplified by your own, as you slammed your fist into the small mirror over your sink, letting the shards clatter to the ground around your feet.
Payback was a bitch, and so were you. You didnât know if Diego Hargreeves was a praying man, but he had better hope to whatever deity would listen that he didnât run into you again.
You wouldnât be so kind twice, you told yourself, climbing into your shower and letting the blood and grit from your body swirl down the drain.Â
---
As luck wouldnât have it, your gods were decidedly not on your side. And clearly whatever deity you had mentally implored Diego to pray to was on vacation.Â
Because you ran into that maddeningly beautiful dipshit, several times over the following weeks. He would do his best to bust up your party, stopping you from exacting your special brand of vengeance. Youâd exchange a few quips and blows before running off before he could ask you the question you knew was burning in his mind.Â
You managed to evade prolonged encounters with Diego until about another two weeks later. Too soon, honestly.Â
Or not soon enough? God, your inner voice was desperate and annoying.Â
You encountered Diego again while you were propped against the wall of a seedy dive on the other edge of town, assessing each person as they passed. While your power worked best if you could touch, some feelings were perfectly easy to pick up from a distance.Â
So far, nothing. Just a few gross, horny bikers and depressive barflies. It was a maddeningly slow night. And you doubted you were needed here.Â
Just as you were about to call it and head to another hotspot, a familiar prickle passed through you. You glanced up, across the street.Â
Sure enough, on the neighboring rooftop, perched Diego Hargreeves in the flesh, surveying you like some kind of Great Value Nightwing.Â
You sighed, pushing off the wall and crossing the street. Diego watched as you clambered up the fire escape to meet him on the rooftop.Â
âOf course you would be here,â you chastised. âAre you fucking following me? Iâve been a good girl. Havenât killed anyone in a week. I promise!â You held up your hands in mock surrender, coming to stand in front of Diegoâs gloriously firm, leather-clad figure.Â
âIf you say so, Princess. Maybe Iâm just here for a drink?â Diego cocked his head toward the shitty bar whose entrance you were haunting mere moments ago.Â
âDoubtful, Underoos. I thinkâŠâ you trailed off, circling Diego, tapping your finger to your chin in a pondering gesture. âI think youâre babysitting me. Making sure I donât do your job for you and clean up the streets too well.âÂ
You ceased your vulture-like circling, coming to stand before Diego. His eyes bore into your own, once again partially obscured behind that stupid mask. As if you didnât know what he looked like without it. Your eyes werenât deceiving you when you saw Diegoâs eyes flash a quick up-down of your body before resuming his stern visage.Â
Oh good, you thought. You recognized the latent feelings buried beneath Diegoâs anger. A new one brushed over you-- confusion⊠He still hadnât figured you, or, more than likely, your power, outâŠ
You werenât left in suspense too long.Â
âTell me about what you can do,â Diego pressed, advancing toward you. You took a step back to maintain some distance⊠best if you can perpetuate some veil of advantage.Â
âAh, ah, ah, baby. It doesnât work like that,â you chided. âYou think Iâm just going to spill all of my secrets because why? Youâre cute? Try again. Ask nicely,â you smirked, pushing your lips into a tantalizing pout.
Diego rolled his eyes. You werenât going to play fair? Fine, neither was he. Honestly, his fuse was too-fuckin-short for your shit. He wanted answers, even if he had to beat them out of you. Quick as a flash, he strode toward you, jumping into a flip and kicking you down to the ground upon his landing.Â
You looked up at him, standing over your body as it lay on the gravelled rooftop, bringing your hand up to touch your jaw, where his boot had collided with your face not moments ago.Â
You grinned widely, savagely, around bloodied teeth and split lips. "So thatâs how weâre going to play? Do your worst, Big Deal. I like when it hurts."
With that, you swung your leg at Diegoâs, causing him to topple beside you, where you promptly rolled over, coming to straddle his hips, bringing your hands to his wrists, the direct contact allowing you to bring his fear to the forefront.Â
Just as you were about to choke him with the smoke of his own fear, Diego surged upright, his arms breaking free from the grip of your wrists, his own hands coming to close around your throat. He squeezed insistently, enough to break your concentration-- the smoke dissipating as soon as it had come. With that, he had managed to roll the two of you over, you flat on your back as one of his thighs came to rest between yours.Â
You gasped, looking up at Diego with fiery shock looming in your eyes.Â
âWow,â you rasped, âI told you before-- if you wanted to play bad cop, all you had to do was ask.âÂ
Diego removed one hand from your throat, bringing it to his own head and ripping off his flimsy excuse for a mask. He regarded you with nacreous, tarpit eyes that glowed and glittered with the streetlights, his breath coming in ragged, uneven puffs through his sinfully full lips. His cropped hair was glistening with sweat borne equally from the heat of the night and your encounter.Â
âBaby, I think you owe me an explanation first,â He pressed, squeezing your throat lightly, free hand pulling a knife from his harness that he spun in his fingers while gazing down at you.Â
You whined, rolling your hips against where his thigh rested between your legs.Â
âThis would be so much more fun if youâd just do things my way,â you pouted at Diego.Â
âMaybe I would, if you would bother to tell me what your way is,â Diego retorted.
âI could tell you, or I could show you,â you purred, rolling your hips again. âIâm all about more fun.âÂ
Diego sighed. The familiar buzz of lust radiating from your skin-- or was it his own-- that always seemed to hang over your encounters was pressingly prevalent and it was all he could do to not just give in. He gritted his teeth, and shook his head.Â
âNo. Come on. I know what youâre doing⊠whatever it is. Just ⊠tell me what it is you can do. Tell me why youâre hurting those people,â he implored.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes, using your free hands to knock his grip from your throat and coming to a sitting position, as Diego remained crouched over you.Â
âAll you hero-types. Youâre no fun. You want to know what I can do? That pleasant little hum you feel? Thatâs you. Well, itâs me. But itâs you. I donât make anyone feel what they donât already⊠but I can use it against them. That first night at the bar? That,â you shuddered, âThat rat was going to force himself on some poor girl. I could feel his every feeling as he was preying on her. I had to stop it. Itâs simple, honeybunch. I do what you do, but better. Iâll make them choke in it, their own fear, their self-hatred, their inadequacy, their lust, Iâll drown them in it, and theyâll thank me for it. Because Iâm nothing if not merciful,â you gritted out.Â
Diegoâs mind reeled, jaw slack from your confession. He knew it! You were an empath, an enhanced emotional manipulator. Except you seemed to be able to manifest emotions into something tangible, something harmful.Â
Suddenly, the weight of your confession seemed to crush Diego, you had exploited every feeling of his during your encounters to gain an upper hand. And he hadnât truly known about it until now.Â
You felt the surge of his rage, his disgust, his fear with you before he could say it--Â
âYou c-canât-- you canât do that,â Diego said. âKililng people who havenât even done anything yet? Itâs w-wrong. Y-youâre w-wro-wrong,â He stuttered out, clearly distressed, but advancing even further into your space.
âAs opposed to you?â You bit out. âYou wait until someoneâs already hurting or hurt someone else to do something. How are you any better? Who are you to judge me,â you spit through gritted teeth.Â
âYouâre a killer,â Diego pressed, pushing back from you and coming to stand.
âSticks and stones. So are you. But I donât hate you for it,â you snarled, jumping into a standing position, squaring your shoulders before Diegoâs imposing form.Â
âYou could always work with me,â Diego offered, â We could take what you can do and just⊠re-tool it a bit.âÂ
You ground out a harsh laugh.Â
âUnlikely, you absolutely patronizing dick. You donât want anything to do with me other than to change me, control me. Youâre just like them.âÂ
With that, you unleashed a slew and flurry of attacks on Diego, swinging your hips around to level a kick at his gut, knocking him to his knees, where your arm was ready to strike a heavy blow against his cheek, your rage fueling the unnatural strength behind the hit.Â
Diego sprawled against the concrete of the rooftop, half conscious after blows youâd dealt him.Â
You stood over Diego now, looking down at his prone form.Â
âI would never want anyone who only means to stifle me. To take me apart until thereâs nothing left. Never.â You spit a glob of bloodied saliva at Diegoâs feet, leaving him in his semi-conscious, battered state-- the guilt only slightly prickling you.Â
His fear-- choking on half-gasped words from behind the tremulous task of tripping over his own tongue-- followed you like a stuttering stormcloud. It stung. Knowing that he was afraid of you.
---
Okay. The guilt was more than slight.Â
All he had wanted to do was help, right?Â
Years alone with your power, the sting of Adlerâs rejection as a child, it all weighed down on you like the crushing magnitude of Atlas. You didnât really want to hurt him.Â
You sighed, resolute. You just needed to make sure.
With that, you headed out in the storm. Headed toward Diego.Â
---
The rain pounded on the walls of the Fighting Lion, plunking heavily like half-hewn nails tossed onto the small window in Diegoâs back bedroom. He could hear as it landed on the brick, the wet stone and stormy atmosphere making the air thick with the scent of sagebrush and rain.Â
A kind of whoosh passed through the room, prompting him to turn from where he was folding his laundry on the bed to see you propped against the door, legs crossed at the ankles, looking every bit as if you belonged.Â
âWow, Big Deal. Nice digs,â you said as you sauntered in the room, staring at the case at the foot of the bed that was full of Diegoâs knives. âNot what Iâd expect coming from a dude who hails from the cityâs biggest mansion. But still -- homey.âÂ
Diego ignored the jab about his upbringing in favor of the real question.
âHow did you get in here?â He asked, seemingly --and to you, maddeningly-- disinterested in your presence as he continued stacking his paired socks into their rightful place in his bureau.Â
âUh, have you seen this place? Itâs not exactly rigged with âEntrapmentâ levels of security,â you snarked, folding your arms across your chest.
âDoes that make you a cat burglar? Are you Catherine Zeta-Jones in this scenario?â Diego glanced at you from his socks, cocking a strong eyebrow.Â
âIf you want me to be, sweetie,â you shrugged. âBut, uh -- and donât take this the wrong way, Diego, but you donât exactly have anything Iâd want to steal.âÂ
âThen Iâll amend the question. What are you doing here?â Diego asked, finally turning to fully face you, taking in your form as you stood by his bed. The sight causing a pleasantly-unpleasant little something to prickle across his skin.Â
No, no, itâs not like that, he chided himself. Besides. You were an absolutely monumental pain in his ass. And his head. And basically every other body part of his you came in contact with. Nope, nope... Donât think about her body parts âcoming into contactâ with anything of yours, he scolded.Â
âAw, well now, Big Deal. Maybe I just missed you?â You mused.Â
âDoubtful. Did you come back to kick my ass with your freaky little homicidal chokehold some more?â Diego snapped.
Ouch. Maybe you had gone too far in your last little encounter. After all, wasn't that why you were there? To check on your favorite knife-wielding antagonist? To make sure you hadn't actually hurt him?
But what came out instead was--
"Is there any other kind of chokehold?" You hummed, arching your brow.Â
Before he could stop himself, Diego retorted, âBased on our last meeting, I think you know there is."Â
Momentarily stunned into silence, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks at the memory of his hands on your throat, you dropped your arms from where they were crossed at your chest down to your sides, hands flexing nervously. You chuckled.
"Heh. As tempting as that offer is, pretty boy, I only came to make sure I didn't ring your bell too bad."
Diego leaned against his dresser, tilting his head back and looking down his perfect, strong nose at you.Â
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I must be going fuckin' deaf. Did you just say you slunk in here with your little kitten tail between your legs to say you were sorry?" Diego snorted, obviously pleased with himself as he saw the obvious fluster cross your face.
Okay, now he was pissing you off. You came here with good will and he sasses you? Two can play at that, as you two so often do...
"You must be fuckin' deaf, dipshit. I didn't say I was here to say I was sorry. I did say I wanted to make sure I didn't kick your sorry ass into oblivion. Which, you're obviously fine, so I'll just be going." You crossed Diego's room, breezing for the door.
Honestly, why did you think this was a good idea? Stupid, stupid, stupidâŠ
Diego caught your arm as you passed him in your hurried attempt at an exit. You gave a half-hearted tug to pull your arm from Diego's grip, surprised to find how firm it was. You turned your head to meet Diego's gaze, throat closing around your sudden nerves. Diego's eyes were molten, boring into you with quizzical questions and low-burning heat. His grip on your arm afforded you an insight into the unique blend that was his confusion and simmering passion.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"Come on," Diego drawled. "You clearly know what I'm feeling. But I have no idea what you're feeling. You have me at a disadvantage. I don't like it."
"Every time we meet, I have you at a disadvantage," you snarked. At the brief hurt that flashed across Diego's face, you sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I meant what I said when I told you I was coming to check on you ⊠I just--"Â
You looked down at your feet, the laces in your boots suddenly incredibly interesting to you. Diego's other hand gently gripped your chin, his thumb pressing into its apex, fingers curled beneath your jaw.
"D-don't do that-- keep going. Tell me what you're feeling for once," Diego implored, eyes meeting yours once more, lips ever-so-close to yours. âPlease,â he added, softly.
Had your heart been thudding like this the whole time?? Was your jacket always this hot? All you could hear was the pounding sheet of rain, pressing itself into your brain, growing fuzzier. Diego's proximity to your person was decidedly distracting. Wholeheartedly overwhelming.Â
Could he really not tell what you were thinking? You were certain at this point it must be written all over your face. Were you not being obvious?? Your burning ardor for him creeping through every inch of your person, drowning your intentions and better sensibilities in anything and everything Diego Hargreeves. You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking.
"I'm feeling-- was feeling ⊠guilty. The last time I saw you.. I h-hit you... pretty hard. So, you win. I guess I am here to tell you I'm sorry." You brushed your fingers softly over the bruise that adorned his prominent, proud cheekbone. "I⊠I just wanted you to be okay. Because I think you were just trying to help. And that's stupid. It's stupid. I'm sorry," you hurriedly stammered.Â
Diego relinquished his grip on your arm, allowing his hand to travel down your side until it met your waist. He cocked his head and studied your eyes with his own mercurial ones-- searching for any hint of mistruth in your confession, but seemingly finding none.Â
After all, he too knew the honesty behind words that struggled to come out.
"You were⊠worried about me? You?"
"Let's not make a big thing of this, big boy. You're obviously fine. I shouldn't have come⊠An honest mistake. Wonât happen again," you started to turn your head, breaking his gaze.Â
But Diego's grip on your chin firmed, forcing you to look at him again before surging forward and crushing his lips to yours.Â
And, oh, this was bliss-- you were just sure of it. Your yearning manifested itself in the hand you had placed on Diego's cheek, cupping your hands to the sides of his face before dragging them back to thread through the closely-cropped hair at the nape of his neck, then passing your hands up through his longer hair toward the top of his head and tugging. You took advantage of the gasp Diego elicited at that sensation, sweeping your tongue into his mouth.Â
Your shared lust bled through your connected skin, hands on faces and elsewhereâŠÂ washing over you both like warm static, a pleasant buzz akin to drinking just a little too much champagne.Â
Diegoâs hands tugged at the hem of your rain-dampened hoodie, tugging it over your head. Your newly-exposed skin prickled with goosebumps at the sudden chill. You had run over here in the rain, after all. Diegoâs darkened, honeyed gaze reverently took in your form.Â
Never one to waste an opportunity, you took the break in action as your chance to respond in kind-- peeling his skin-tight black crewneck shirt from his own gloriously-sculpted body.Â
The two of you stood, staring at each otherâs exposed torsos, ragged breaths dragging through the air of passion so-stifling the room like incense youâve left burning for too long.Â
Diego stared at your chest, breasts heaving from behind the scrap of lace that constituted your bralette-- were those piercings that made your nipples poke so prominently through the lace? WIth this realization, Diego felt himself harden. He lunged for you with a growl, scooping you by the waist and dropping you with a bounce onto his bed.Â
His mouth latched onto your throat, sucking insistently while his powerful hands rested at the edges of the delicate lace trim of your bra, passing almost reverently across your ribcage.Â
You gasped as he brushed a thumb over your nipple, feeling yourself growing wet beneath your leggings. You hmmâd a whine as Diegoâs mouth found that spot on your throat, his thumb still rolling circles over your nipple.Â
âD-Diego,â you gasped, sucking in air like youâd never properly breathed before.
âYeah, baby?âÂ
âTake it off,â you glanced down at the scrap of lace that adorned your chest. âPlease,â you intoned, sweetly.Â
âSince you asked so nicely,â Diego said,â creeping his fingers beneath the lace to lift it off your skin. Suddenly, with that preternatural speed heâd come to recognize as a gift of those who were enhanced, like himself, you seized his wrist and squeezed.Â
âIt wasnât meant to be nice,â you ground out. âTake. It. Off. Now.âÂ
With that, you released his wrist, and Diego gripped the lace where it rested beneath your breasts with this two hands and tugged, ripping your bralette cleanly in two, exposing your tits to his roving gaze.Â
âThere you go, Big Deal,â you preened in satisfaction, taking your own hands from where they had previously been resting along his strong abdomen, trailing them down to the top of his jeans. You popped the button on his fly and began tugging his zipper down, before Diego caught your hand as quickly as you had just done to him.Â
âIâve got this, baby,â Diego assured.Â
With that, he brought his mouth down to your left breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple, taking the hand still clutching your wrist and planting it above your head. He released your wrist, trailing his hand, down your side until it met the waistband of your leggings. He pressed his fingers beneath the waistband, raking his fingers under your panties, to where you wanted him most.Â
As he dragged a finger through your wetness, you gasped out a keening sigh. Diegoâs long fingers working magic against your center, rubbing up and down your slit before pressing one, long finger inside. He lifted his mouth from your breast, pressing it to yours to swallow your moan with a searing kiss.
After a few more moments, Diego slid his finger from your center, retracting his hand from your pants, his other hand coming to meet it, peeling your leggings and panties from you in one fluid motion. You lifted and wiggled your hips to assist him. As soon as the leggings were free from your legs, you wasted no time in wrapping your bare legs around Diegoâs waist, locking your ankles behind him and pulling him to you, dragging your hands up his neck and into his hair, hissing in pained pleasure as you rolled your hips against Diegoâs still denim-clad hardness.Â
Diego groaned as he felt your hardened nipples press against his chest, the microscopic bite of cold from your piercings as they touched his warm skin made him sigh.
The room felt like it was bordering on a hundred degrees, the previously champagne-drunk feeling of your shared lust now replaced with a frantic urge to taste and mark every inch of the other as their own.Â
As you continued to grind your hips into Diego, he kissed you deeply, tongue sliding into your mouth, running along your own tongue and teeth, tasting every bit of your want for him as he succumbed to the heated buzz of the room.Â
Your power had its benefits, he reasoned, if it meant this would feel so⊠resplendent.Â
The mutuality of your shared passion was enough to do you in. You couldnât be imagining that Diego wanted you as much as you wanted him. If that wasnât the case, you both wouldnât be burning like this, writhing atop his bed with pent-up passion and aggression.Â
Diego broke his hands from where they had previously been digging bruises into your hips, coming up onto his knees to start shucking his own jeans and underwear off.Â
And oh, he thought, you were a vision. As he looked at you while he stripped himself, he was overcome. Your half-lidded gaze swimming with hazy, unfulfilled promises, swirling lazily like the drizzle of sinfully sweet syrup over something forbidden. Your lips were flushed, swollen and lightly bruised from the punishing pace of your shared kisses. Your wickedly luscious curves and the glimmering slick between your thighs on display for only him. In this moment, he felt he could die under whatever your power would dish out, if it meant he died feeling like this.Â
Now bared to you in his entirety, Diego positioned himself once more between your legs, his impressive length sliding to where he had guided it along your opening.Â
You tossed your head back, eyes closed at the glorious feeling of his skin finally meeting yours where you wanted it most⊠but, still, it wasnât enough.Â
âDi- eh - go,â you panted, your glimmering gaze meeting his lustrously darkened one. âP-please, I need it. I need you,â you cried piteously, clutching his shoulders and grinding your hips once more against him.
Diego chuckled, only to happy to oblige. With a guiding hand and a smooth flex-and-thrust of his hips, Diego entered you with a powerful, needed thrust. You cried out, sound going straight to his cock, twitching from its rightful place inside of you.Â
âThere, now, baby,â Diego crooned, bringing his mouth back to yours and humming into your open lips. âDoesnât that feel ... So. Much. Better?â He punctuated each of his last few words with hard, firm thrusts of his hips.Â
You nodded, eagerly fusing your mouths together, rolling your hips in kind to meet Diegoâs sweet, but punishing thrusts.Â
âAfter all that shit you pulled with me,â DIego ground out, âItâs nice to know-- this is what you really wanted. Fuck--â he broke off as you clenched around him just right. âThis is what you needed.âÂ
You whined your assent, keening and high-pitched.Â
âMmmm, I want y-you, as much as you want me,â you gasped out, Diegoâs brutal thrusting brushing your clit with his pubic bone, bringing you ever closer, closer, closer to that teetering edge. You lifted yourself up to balance on one hand and meet Diegoâs face where he was hovering above you, your sweat-slicked bodies pressing into one another with a delicious, filthy heat. You looked into his eyes, your jaw slack with the stupidly good feeling of everything he was doing to you.Â
You turned your head to face his sculpted shoulder, and grazed your teeth there, biting into the apex of his arm. Diego hissed, obviously pleased with the feeling, bringing his hand to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat and tearing your teeth away from his shoulder, guiding your mouth back to his with the pads of his fingers lightly pressing into your airway.
You gasped, the combined feeling of his kiss, his pressing, insistent touch, and his cock inside you brushing repeatedly against that spot of your inner walls causing you to clench, crying out your sudden, gushing release.Â
Diego guided your head back to his pillow, clenching his fist, the same battered-knuckled boxerâs fist that had previously clutched your throat, now clutched around his bedframe as he hammered his final thrusts, pounding into you until he met his release, groaning as he came down from his sudden, bursting high.Â
He sighed into your neck, the lovingly sticky heat of your sweaty bodies pressed together as he eased himself from you, pulling you into his side.
You sighed in contentment.Â
Was everything Diego Hargreeves did punctuated with such beautiful, forthright power?
---
You both lie in the after, bodies pressed firmly together. It would have been romantically intimate had the primary motivator not been the lack of space on Diego's too-small mattress squeezed along the wall in his room.Â
Nevertheless, you lie there in complete contentment, basking in the afterglow and Diego's delightfully even, rhythmic breathing.
Said lothario had his head turned into your cheek, nose brushing against your hair. His arm around you, curling you to him and trailing his fingers up and down your side at a slow, steady pace.
Why couldn't it always be like this?Â
After all, fire doused with water still burns brightly at one time, but loses its penchant for destruction, tampered in cool, calming depths and leaving behind cooling steam. So, too, had you and Diego drawn a peaceable, but joyfully sweaty truce.Â
In that moment, you could see yourself loving him. You know he'd let you, if you gave him enough time and enough of yourself. The man had not had enough love given to him in his life-- he fought for it, tooth and nail. And had come up woefully empty, like clutching at soft sand that slips through your fingers. He'd had the love of his siblings, sure. But this was -- understandably-- different. You recognized a chasm in him that you often thought you'd never mend within yourself.Â
But he was so deserving of love. Whereas you? Well, the jury was still out.Â
When you think of Diego, you couldn't help but think of strength. Assuredness. Agility. His aura burned red in your deeper sentiments. Power. You do associate his memory with annoyance, sure, but also a biting wit that he so-oft concealed. And an endearing sentimentality. And an iron will suffused with stubbornness. Â
You had gleaned some of this from your foray into exploring his emotions, sure. But you don't use your power at every turn. The rest of it was every impression Diego had devastatingly left you with. You had learned so much of him, you yearned to share a piece of yourself, similarly eager for acceptance. Which then prompted you to share--
âYou know,â you piped up in the dark, âYou remind me a bit of the main character of my favorite books series-- Ever hear of âThe Dark Tower?â You know, the legendary Gunslinger?âÂ
Diego scoffed at that.
âGuns are for pussies, real men throw knives,â he stated primly, but still unable to conceal the smile in his voice.
âThat sounds a little rehearsed, Big Deal. But Iâll let it slide. Besides, you donât know what youâre missing,â you acquiesced, turning your head to face him, your noses brushing.
âYeah, sorry, Iâm not into all that bookworm stuff. Cuz, ya know, Iâm not a fuckinâ virgin,â he chuckled. Obviously pleased with his middle school-grade burn.Â
You met his eyes, yours widening in mock surprise. âOh no?â you gasped. âWell, then why do you dress like one?â
Honestly, it had to be some kind of world record, how fast Diegoâs face fell.
"I'm kidding, big boy. You know I dig the black leather," you crooned. Ever eager to smooth the waters of this moment, of his now furrowed brow, back to the placid lake it had been.
"You're goddamn right, you do," Diego chuffed, his grin now prominent in his voice.
You looked at him, your eyes travelling between his shining, ochre eyes and his full lips.
"I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye.Â
âI do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind.
"I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart," you recited.
Diego regarded you for a moment before brushing his lips across yours, kissing you warmly.
"What was that?" He asked.
"'The Dark Tower,'" you replied. "What? I like to read. You really do remind me of him. Surly, but just. Lost, but ever-searching. Pinpoint accuracy. Deadly. But hasn't lost hope."Â
Diego kissed you again, running his hand down your body beneath the covers to grip your bum and roll your body over his, urging you to tarry with him on another burning exploration of one another's bodies.
Yes, you think, sighing as Diego's teeth graze that spot on your neck, his warm palm on your breast. You could easily fall in love with him⊠if you let yourself. You were probably more than halfway in love with him already.
Oh, no.
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You awoke to the early-morning sun peeking weakly behind the remnants of fat, overstuffed rainclouds from the night before, purpling the sky as sunlight met grey.Â
You took in Diegoâs, sweet sleeping form-- his long lashes fringing his sweetly-closed eyes, his cropped hair mussed from a night of tugging, rolling, writhing. He breathed deeply, evenly, peaceably, as evidenced by the repetitive motion of his muscled torso, his long-fingered hands resting along his stomach.Â
You couldnât do this. Couldnât taint someone so noble and beautiful with your special brand of poisonous manipulation.Â
You couldnât stop yourself as you spoke softly to the sleeping man beside you, coming to sit on the edge of his bed and brushing one hand through his soft hair.Â
âYou wanted to know about my power? Itâs a curse. You think I want this? This? Itâs isolation, Diego-- itâs eternal damnation. I shouldnât be able to do what I can do âŠÂ No one should. Itâs not a gift, itâs a curse. And it dooms me to a life alone,â your voice cracks as your breath catches in your throat, hitching over tears that were now, suddenly pooling in your eyes. âThereâs no trust. Itâs what I ⊠Itâs what I deserve.âÂ
With that, you left Diegoâs room. Leaving him to wake alone to a cold one-half of his bed, fingers clutching over air and the warm memories of the night before. He blinked in confusion, the sting of your rejection settling beneath his skin.Â
---
When you saw Diego again, it was nearly a month after your last⊠encounter. The sharp knife of anxiety and longing you so regularly felt in yourself since that day, you recognized immediately as emanating from Diego as you watched him limp away from what you assumed was a particularly nasty fight.Â
âBig Deal!â You shouted across the street and through the darkness.Â
Diegoâs head whipped up, head turning to the direction of your voice, before meeting your gaze. He shook his head, looked away, and kept walking. Away from you.Â
Ouch.Â
Honestly, you could understand why he would. You had done the same to him a month ago. Walked away. But the pinging sting of his rejection dug at you, like glass into the thin skin between your knuckles.Â
All you had ever wanted was for other people to understand. But mostly, now, you realized⊠You really only cared that Diego understood.Â
You took off after him, enhanced speed helping you catch up to his limping form outside of a boarded-up, long-closed bar.Â
âDiego!â You called, stopping in front of him, causing him to halt.
âWhat could you possibly want with me, after all this time?â Diego spit.
âI.. I deserve that, Big Deal. I do,â you glanced at your boots, scuffing the toe into the pavement. âPlease, just⊠hear me out?âÂ
You looked up at Diego. Really looked at him. His beautiful, tawny skin damp with sweat from a fight, his usually bright and mischievous eyes sunken under the weight of tired bags that sat beneath them. He looked drawn, more exhausted than you remember. You caught sight of a particularly nasty, jagged cut on the side of his neck that had clearly only recently stopped bleeding, the splotching clot like a raised, splintering cut from a large catâs claws. A particularly nasty bruise was already forming around his left eye and onto his beautifully-sculpted, prominent cheek.Â
You rushed to meet him, your fingers coming to brush along his cheeks, mindful of the bruise. He closed his eyes at your touch, lashes fanning downward in defeat.Â
âWho hurt you? What did they do, Big Deal? Who the fuck did this? If anyone hurt you, I would make them hurt. Iâll make them payâ
Diego dropped the knife you now noticed was previously-clutched in his right hand, bringing his hand to meet your wrist.Â
âDonât do that,â he whispered.
âDonât do what? Kill the fucker who hurt you? Fine, Iâll just break their knees--â you started, before Diego shushed you.
âNo,â he said, âShut the fuck up. D- Donât act like you give a shit. Someone who gives a shit wouldnât bounce for a fuckinâ month. Not after a night like that.âÂ
Your hand left Diegoâs face.Â
âI⊠I deserve that,â you said. âIâll tell you whatever you want to know.â And with that, you plopped yourself onto the pavement, sitting on the sidewalk at Diegoâs feet. Annoying? Sure. Dramatic? Sure. But if something is stupid and it works, then it isnât stupid.Â
Diego sighed at you, rolling his eyes before coming to sit beside you, gasping out in pain and clutching an obviously bruised rib or two on his way down.Â
âFine. Tell me what the fuck happened. Whyâd you go?â
âDiego--â you started⊠âI-- I canât be with someone when Iâm like this. It never works,â you confessed.Â
âLike what?â He pressed, bringing his hand to your knee.Â
âIâm-- Iâm a monster,â you cried. âAdler knew it. Everyone I meet knows it. Itâs only a matter of time before you know it too. I just⊠I donât know how to stop.â The tears you thought you could hold at bay were now creeping up and causing your throat to close around your words of contrition.Â
âYouâre not--â Diego began, but you silenced him with a harsh wave of your hand.Â
âYou don't understand. You wanted to know how it works? Iâll tell you. The power works based on the other's emotion, sure. I amplify what they feel. Cripple them with it, even. But that's not all⊠it only works, really works, if it's something I can draw on. They feel what I want them to feel-- because I feel it too âŠ" you admitted. âEverything I ever do to someone else I can only do because I know how it feels. If I want someone to hurt, theyâll hurt⊠I -- I donât want to do that to you, too.âÂ
âYou wonât. Not with me,â Diego pressed.Â
âAnd how can you be sure? Even now, I feel how pissed you are at me for leaving. Itâs humming beneath your skin. I can feel it.âÂ
Diego nodded, picking up the knife he had previously dropped and beginning to spin it around in his hand.Â
âI know it because I felt it. When we were together,â he sighed. âWe both, we both can do these things. Anyone else would piss themselves if it was turned against them. But you look the danger of what I am in the face, and you laugh. When weâre together, weâre matched. The way that room felt? I know what that was.âÂ
You sat, stunned at Diegoâs read of the situation.Â
âI take back what I said the first night we met,â you said. At the question in his eyes, you continued, âYouâre not dumb. That was⊠that was⊠something. But I know how to flex my power. I know what fells all men. Fear is a powerful emotion."Â
Diego smiled at you.Â
âI hate to break it to you, princess, but Iâm not scared of you. I know you think I am, but Iâm not. And you know what's even stronger than fear? Love."
You looked at Diego, blinked. He blinked back. You then turned your head with a mocking, retching, gag.
"Jesus, Big Deal. They teach you âHokey Catchphrases 101â at Dysfunctional Superhero Camp?"
âHey,â he jostled your shoulder with his. âYou know Iâm right.âÂ
You stood, offering Diego your hand.
âCome on, big boy. Walk me home?âÂ
Diego acquiesced, coming to stand with a stifled grunt.Â
âYouâre lucky I heal quickly.âÂ
With that, the two of you walked down the street. You matched Diegoâs stride, mindful of his injuries. As you walked side-by-side, your fingers brushed. Before you could stop yourself or think better of it, you took Diegoâs hand.Â
When you reached your door, you turned to Diego, fiddling with your keys.Â
âEveryoneâs distinct, you know? Everyone feels differently. Wears their hearts on their sleeve, so to speak. But with everyone, itâs a different emotion. Some flaunt pride. Some are more passive. Do you want to know what I feel when I see you?âÂ
Diego glanced down to where your hands were still joined. He brought them up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.Â
âI want whatever youâll tell me. Youâre such an open book,â he admitted sarcastically. You rolled your eyes.
âCome on, Iâm being serious here. You feel... you feel...âÂ
At Diegoâs urging look, you continued.Â
"You feel like warmth. Like I could wrap myself in you and never feel the biting cold of my heart again. And when you're not around? The absence of you is worse than any feeling I could ever exploit. I hate it when you aren't here."
Diego stared at you in silence for a moment, before he spoke, âI really think you should open the door now and let me take you inside.âÂ
You smiled, pleased that your honest confession had gone over well, the smile morphing into a smirk.Â
âAs you wish, Big Deal.â
And in the morning? Well, In the morning, you and Diego were still wrapped up in one another.Â
You looked into Diegoâs swimming, honey-and-tar eyes, tracing your palms down the sides of his jaw and cupping his cheeks as you told him, âYou have my whole heart. Itâs yours -- crush it, hold it, bury it in whatever you feel ... Do whatever you want with it, I donât care. Just say you want it-- that you want me.âÂ
âI want you.â With that, he kissed you deeply.
---
You were a master of emotional manipulation. To do that, you had to have a decent handle on your own emotions. For years, youâd rested on your own laurels of your mastery of self, indulging only in the most passing of forays into othersâ feelings for the sake of your own.
So why on Earth were you so fucking nervous? Why couldnât you get it under control?
Yet, here you were, hand in Diegoâs, fingers laced, on your way to Hargreeves Manor to meet his siblings, months after your mutual confessions of want. The two of you had been inseparable.Â
Diego clearly sensed your unease, because he turned to you, squeezing your fingers in his own, planting a sweet kiss to your forehead.Â
âTheyâll like you,â he promised.Â
âHow can you be so sure?â You worried, trying to keep all of them straight in your mind based on Diegoâs stories, anecdotes and descriptions.Â
âBecause I like you, and they love to annoy me. So theyâll definitely want to buddy up,â he chuckled with a shrug. âBaby, youâll be fine.â
With that, you found yourself standing in the ornate living room with five nonplussed persons who introduced themselves to you one by one.
As the largest of the group approached you, you beat him to the punch.
âYou must be Luther,â you said, pumping your arm in a handshake where his hand comically dwarfed yours.Â
Luther blinked. âHow did you know?âÂ
"Easy,â you said, âYou look like a 'Number One.â "Â
Luther straightened, obviously pleased. "Important?" he asked.
"Self-important."
This caused the lithe one with the smudged eyeliner who had introduced himself with a wink as, âKlaus, darling,â to howl with laughter.Â
âSheâs fuckinâ got your number, Luther,â he gasped out between his chuckles. He turned to the seemingly-empty air beside himself and said, âI know! She is fun!âÂ
The group found itself sitting around the living room on the various, overstuffed furnishings, in a fun little Q-and-A circle, which was only getting easier all the time, as you found the Hargreeves siblingsâ obvious bond to be so endearing. The glamorous one you knew to be Allison had queried about your power, curious as to how you and Diego had met.Â
Diego had recounted your first meeting to the group, and proffered an explanation of your powers with, "She takes the idea of 'wrapped up in your emotions' and makes it literal."
âAnd how did this come about?â Klaus queried, gesturing his long fingers between you and Diego. âItâs not like that first meeting was full of warm-and fuzzies.â
âI donât know ⊠Weâve âŠÂ run into each other a few times,â you offer with a shrug and a shy grin.Â
Klaus clapped his hands, a large grin adorning his face.
âOh-ho! I like this. Diegoâs girlfriend beats the shit out of him on the regular!â Klaus happily sang to the massive living room. âOr is that how you two, you know, keep it exciting?â he intoned to Diego in what must have been the worldâs loudest and worst attempt at a whisper.
âShe does not beat the shit out of me,â Diego protested, rolling his eyes at his brotherâs swaggering antics.
âRight, right, you beat the shit out of each other. Honestly, I get it. Kinda hot. No judgment from me, you crazy kids,â Klaus smiled and held up his hands in surrender, flashing you the âHelloâ and âGoodbyeâ on his palms. âDiego told me about you the day after you first met. Iâd be lying if I said I didnât think about it myself when Iâm ever-so-alone at night,â he added with a wink.Â
All you could do was chuckle. Who couldnât love Klaus Hargreeves?Â
After that, the questioning from the gathered siblings dissipated into a casual little party, with people pairing off to speak in groups of just them, and with drinks from the open bar being passed around amongst the siblings. Even Five. If you were honest, it was strange to see a thirteen-year-old boy drink frozen margaritas. But youâd had to remind yourself that he was actually older than all of you. Honestly, youâd tried not to think about it too hard.Â
In between drinks, you found yourself engaged in silly banter with Klaus and Vanya, laughing at Klausâs stories of eating bagels from dumpsters and his bantering memories with their brother Ben. You responded in kind with stories of your own-- making your elementary school teachers believe theyâd had crushes on one another by exploiting their repressed desires, making your classmates piss themselves every Halloween with some prank or another ...
While Vanya was a bit more reserved with her amusement, youâd caught a smile playing at her lips. Klaus outright howled.Â
âOh, you truly belong here, donât you? Reggie wouldâve haaaated you,â he gestured at the stern portrait of their father. âWhich means youâre absolutely perfect for our dear Diego,â Klaus proclaimed, lacing his fingers through your own.Â
With that, Klaus turned to you with a conspiratorial giggle and hmm'd into your ear, "You know what they say, peaches. 'A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fly.' And if we're being honest, Diego deeeeeeefinitely thinks he's fly."Â
You laughed, choking on your sip of margarita. Youâd never felt a kind of discordant unity like this one.Â
With Diegoâs family⊠with Diego, you felt like you truly did belong.
As you and Diego lay together in bed after the day with his family, heâd asked if you felt comfortable.
âOf course, love.â You pressed a small kiss to the tip of Diegoâs nose, nuzzling your own against his. âThey were wonderful. Youâre wonderful. Thank you for sharing all of this with me.â
Diego gazed lovingly at you, eyes, a deep, endless pit of an eclipse, brimming with golden honey streaks of mischief.Â
âI canât wait to share everything with you,â he whispered, pressing a kiss into your shoulder and settling beside you comfortably.Â
Ah. So thatâs what that warm, soft, cotton-y, cloud-like feeling you had begun to experience since youâd began your relationship with Diego was ... Comfort. Funny how it blended so seamlessly into the burning, cinnamon-tinged, blooming one youâd come to recognize as his love.
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Takeaways from Therapy Game Restart 14 + Illustration Book Release Date
Hello again everyone! â€ïžđđ
It's finally here... chapter 14! In all its glory! đđ„°âš
Before we get to our takeaways, just some news I missed in the last post!
đ SENSEI'S ILLUSTRATION BOOK WILL BE RELEASED AROUND THURSDAY, 23RD SEPTEMBER! đ
Image taken from this Twitter post from Dear+!
It is titled "æ„ăćć·Ąă€ă©ăčăéăDARLING" and boasts a collection of illustrations from Sensei's works so far: Secret XXX, Therapy Game, and Kamisama no Uroko.
The current price is „2970 with tax („2700 without tax). If you'd like to preorder it on your proxy shopping service, I've found it on the Comi Comi Studios website here! The bonus for purchasing it on this website is a B5 clear file~ I haven't seen it on Animate just yet, so fingers crossed it'll appear on their website soon with another (different) bonus! â€ïžđ
Alright, with this amazing news done, let's move onto our takeaways, the long awaited takeaways! Thank you for being so patient with me! đ
My short life update: currently in week 8 of lockdown and I haven't left my house in a long time other than for exercise or groceries. But I do have my vaccination appointment booked so YAY! đ
Here are our takeaways for this chapter:
Oh man, we pick right up from the last page of chapter 13. MINATO, BB, YOU LOOK SO PAINED! đ
Sensei is the BIGGEST tease... that's all we got of that Minato and Shizuma scene...đđ
The female staff at the veterinary hospital have really mellowed out! They're not bad, after all. âșïž
Oh dear, Nakajou-sensei, please get better ASAP!
Whoa... did Onodera just...?? I'm starting to think back to that Onodera discussion we had a couple of months ago... đ€
Poor Shizuma, always roped into Onodera's workplace stuff! IT'S BECAUSE YOU HAVE GREAT PEOPLE SKILLS, SHIZUMA! PROUD OF YOU! đđ
Man, Onodera has a really... blunt way of saying things to her human clients. Wow, brave. đČ
But I will say, Onodera really is good with animals. đ
Yet again, I think about that Onodera discussion we had... đ€đ€
And thatâs it for this chapterâs takeaways! For a more detailed breakdown/summary of this chapter, please continue after the cut! There may or may not be a surprise scene (or two) there. Please keep reading if you want to see~ Â đâš
Our chapter begins where we left off in chapter 13--Minato pinning Shizuma down on the bed. Shizuma looks up at Minato and reflects on his actions that caused the pained look he is seeing.
Image taken from this Dear+ Twitter post!
On the next page (title page), the dialogue reads: Shizuma wants to understand what it is about his director (Onodera) that is making Minato uneasy. // However, that beautiful liar hides it well...
(I believe we are taken back to the morning before Shizuma and Minato meet up for their date.)
The title page features Onodera walking back to the clinic, bread in hand, with a cat cozying up on her leg. We are then brought to the clinic's lunchroom, with the female staff and Shizuma on break. The roster in the room shows that Onodera is extremely busy, Nakajou-sensei has afternoon house call appointments, Tatsumi is Nakajou-sensei's support for these appointments, and Shizuma has a half day and finishes in the afternoon in lieu of working on his scheduled day off.
Shizuma asks his coworkers what presents they like from their partners and takes note of their answers. One of the female nurses asks if it's Minato's birthday. Shizuma confesses that their relationship has been affected by the various things happening lately, so he wants to get Minato a gift before seeing him later that day.
The nurses quickly pick up that the gift is a "tribute" of sorts as this line of work means a lot of missed appointments and dates, and Shizuma confirms their suspicions. While the nurses realise male-male relationships and male-female relationships aren't that different in this aspect, everyone in the lunchroom is alerted to someone shouting Nakajou-sensei's name.
Shizuma and a nurse see Tatsumi with Nakajou-sensei, who has collapsed on the floor. While the staff are concerned about Nakajou's well-being, she brushes it off as a dizzy spell. Before they can help her up, Onodera sweeps her off her feet and carries Nakajou to her (Onodera's) office. While Nakajou asks Onodera to put her down out of sheer embarrassment, Shizuma and Tatsumi are in shock, with Tatsumi commenting on Onodera's manliness in that moment. One of the other nurses gently smacks Shizuma's shoulder and tells the two to grab a blanket and a drink for Nakajou.
In her office, Onodera asks Nakajou why she's been overworking herself to the point of collapsing. The nurse (who gave the gentle smack) very obviously hints to Onodera that it is her fault. As Nakajou calms the nurse by saying that's just how the director is, Tatsumi asks Nakajou about their afternoon appointments. She says she'll be fine to go after a little rest, but the nurse says she mustn't overexert herself.
After a few back and forths about who should go and the clients' needs/personality (picky about the vet, had a pet that doesn't like men, etc), Onodera says she will go. The nurses are shocked and reminisce about all the issues they've had when Onodera interacts with the owners. Tatsumi and Shizuma stand there, and can very clearly imagine those situations happening.
While Onodera rearranges and informs the nurses of the shift changes to accommodate Nakajou-sensei, Shizuma has a terrible premonition that unfortunately comes true: he is appointed as Onodera's support for the afternoon house calls.
Wearing a sulky expression, Shizuma packs the necessary equipment in Onodera's car and reminds her that he has a very important engagement that night that he cannot miss, and as such will leave immediately after the house call appointments are done. Onodera bursts his bubble, and tells him to give up on those plans while he can since this is the line of work he's chosen.
As Shizuma reads the client files, he questions Onodera on why he is her support when he's never attended to these clients before. While Onodera tells him that good coordination is important with a physician's support and that he's the only one she can rely on to give her an honest opinion and calm the clients, Shizuma realises that he's basically the mediator between her and the owners. She confirms that this is his strong point, has great expectations for him, and proceeds to drive. Shizuma then reads the patient files at lightning speed, realising there's a threatening 'something' that Minato has sensed, but that's just how the director is. He then vows to make it to their meeting tonight, no matter what.
The first three house calls, as expected, involve Onodera insulting and angering the owners--Onodera tells the first client that his insistence on seeing Nakajou rather than a 'young' director is having a negative effect on his pet who needs immediate medical care; Onodera offends the second client, inferring from their conversation that her pet's appearance is more important than the need to shave their fur and get an ultrasound done; Onodera accuses the third client of being irresponsible in caring for his exotic animals and asks for more effort on his part. In all three scenarios, Shizuma awkwardly smiles while trying to ease the tension.
The scene skips to Onodera and Shizuma arriving at their fourth and final house call for the day. Just as Onodera explains to Shizuma that she must check a whole host of things at house calls (and indirectly be too blunt about it with the owners), Shizuma asks her to consider the owner's feelings and change when and how she says things. She glares ahead in silence, and Shizuma is just glad that she is now aware of it. He again reminds her to talk with the owner nicely and gently as he probably won't be able to help with the next client as their pet dislikes men. Onodera tells him to just sit in the corner and witness the client become furious while he doesn't help, making him feel slightly guilty for saying that. He is now adament on not helping her.
They reach the owner's home and we meet an elderly woman named Shiratori and her 9-year-old male cat, Tono. Shiratori apologises to Shizuma as her cat doesn't like men. Tono hisses at them as Onodera opens his cage, but is then coaxed into submission by Onodera who covers his vision with a towel and takes him into her lap to calm down. Shiratori and Shizuma are surprised at his sudden docile nature, with Shizuma witnessing how well she deals with animals.
As Shizuma looks on at Onodera while she completes a check on Tono, he sees she is crumbling at the friendliness and talkative nature of Shiratori, who sings nothing but praise for Onodera and how her family must be proud to have such an amazing daughter. Aiming to ease her troubles and remembering the earlier guilt-trip she gave him, he redirects Shiratori's attention to her broken fly screen and offers to fix that plus everything else that needs repair in her home.
Onodera watches as the two leave the room for a bit before apologising to Tono for ignoring him. Tono looks on at Onodera happily while she asks him how he can live with such a lively human and to tell her his secret to this. She brings him into her arms once more to check his limbs, and as Tono looks up smiling at Onodera, Onodera sees her reflection in Tono's eyes, and both seem to realise something.
BG Text: Stare...
Suddenly, Shizuma and Shiratori, who are busy fixing the window, hear a loud crash and rush into the room to find Tono atop the cabinet and Onodera on the floor, with her hair in disarray. In the next panel, Tono is shown to be hiding in the bookshelf, looking on irritatingly at the humans. Shiratori apologises to Onodera, who shakes it off and says it's nothing to worry about and no harm's been done.
Shiratori asks if Onodera will fix/tie her hair up again, but when Onodera says her hair tie was broken when Tono used her as a launchpad to get on the cabinet, Shiratori runs to get her a new one. As Shiratori gushes over the 3 piece dopey looking character hair tie set she received as a present from her grandchild (and lets Onodera pick one), a greatly displeased look is plastered on Onodera's face. Shizuma, in shock, notices her displeasure and hopes she just thanks Shiratori for it. And Onodera does, bringing a great big smile to Shiratori's face.
As Onodera and Shizuma leave, Shiratori says she's glad to have talked with Onodera and invites her to come over again. As she says this, we see Onodera looking back with a blank look in her eyes.
And thatâs it for this chapter! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR! đ While I was surprised at the lack of Minato in this chapter (Sensei legit is such a tease, LOL đ€Ł), I'm happy we can learn more about Onodera. Ngl, I'm starting to really question if Onodera is male or female now, given what transpired in this chapter. I guess we shall see in the next one!
I also changed the formatting a bit and removed the bullet points. Please let me know which format is better/easier to read! Ahah!
EDIT: Spelling and grammar checks are done! Didn't change a lot, but hope it reads better! đ
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And please also refrain from resharing these translations and images outside of this post! Thank you for understanding! â€ïžđ
There won't be a chapter in next month's (September release) Dear+, so I shall see you in two months for the next chapter (Dear+ November Issue, to be released in October).
As always, stay safe during these turbulent times and look out for each other and for your loved ones! đâ€ïžđ
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A hairâs breadth
Javier Peña x Female Reader
Summary: Javier and Reader canât help but be at each others throats. Javier gets fed up with the teasing one night.
A/N: Hey everyone! Hereâs my nineteenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days!!! Sorry this is out late- I had a job interview!! (I got the job! đ„ł) This is based off of this and this request! Thereâs not as much Spanish in this one- though one day soon I want to try to write all the dialogue for Javier in Spanish- (I am trying to learn how to be better at it im just very nervous Iâll get it all wrong đ) Please feel free to drop me a message in my inbox here (I promise I donât bite) Thank you for reading and hope yâall enjoy!
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Protected Sex (wrap it up especially with Javier lol), Fingering, Hate fucking, Public sex (whoâs surprised), Hair pulling, Choking, Mirror sex
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âDo that again I dare you.â Javier had you pushed up against the wall of his apartment, with his hand around your throat. How you had gotten in this position was as a result of one of your regular fights you often had with him.
This time it had been over something even more petty than the last time. You honestly couldnât remember exactly what had started it. It had been something to do with some obscure line in the paperwork you were filling out while over at his apartment late at night past embassy hours. What had been a small issue then turned into a full blown argument, snapping and yelling at each other until it reached its peak.
Javier knew that he shouldnât have said that just by the look on his face while he had a hand around your throat. You had slapped him after a misogynistic comment, which then had him slamming you up against the wall.
âFuck you!â You yelled, but did not move to get out of his grip. He was about to respond with probably another biting comment when you were both interrupted.
You both looked over to his front door when there was incessant knocking, which was probably only from one person. âHey Javi! Do you or Y/N want to go out for a drink tonight?â Steveâs voice being shouted through the walls confirmed the source of the knocks. You were glad his door was closed, otherwise this would've been an awkward situation to explain to your coworker.
Javier looked back at you one last time with a hard look on his face; it was a normal occurrence for you to receive that type of look from him. You smiled despite his hand around your throat as you had gotten what you had wanted, you had succeeded in riling him up.
Steve knocked again, this time a little harsher. He didnât look away this time, eyes narrowing in on you further, like he was trying to decide if he should release you from his clutches. Though, it wasnât that you were completely helpless, you could force him off of you if you wanted. But, you wanted to see what he would do.
âAre you going to answer him?â You goaded, biting your lip when you finished speaking, eagerly waiting for his response. No verbal comment came from him, instead he released the hold he had on your neck. You slumped a little, not out of pain as his hold hadnât been that tight, you had just been surprised when he released you so quickly.
âLo sientoâŠâ Was mumbled under Javierâs breath. You wondered if he meant for you to hear it or if he said it only to ease his conscience.
Javier walked over to the door to swing it open with you in tow, luckily already recovered somewhat from his hand around your throat. Steve jumped slightly when Javier opened it forcefully, then smiling when you both responded to his question, albeit gruffly, âYeah, sure.â
â-
Javier clenched his fist hard while you took a drink, smirking into the glass was the only indication that you knew exactly what you were doing. You had spruced yourself up a bit to go to the bar, slipping on a dress you had just bought recently and putting on a pair of high heels. As soon as you had appeared back downstairs where Steve and Javier had been waiting for you his jaw had clenched hard, just like his fist was doing right now.
You were sat at the edge of the booth you had all congregated in, Javier was right across from me and Steve was by the window absentmindedly drinking a beer. He didnât notice how you were sat slightly to the side, inching the dress you wore higher just to see Javierâs fist clench more.
âIâm surprised you guys were actually working together without me there.â Steve scratched at his jaw. We both pretended to partially focus back on him for a moment, Javierâs fist dropped much to my disappointment.
You glanced over at him then giving him one of the biggest lies youâve ever told, âWeâve found a way to- resolve our differences.â
Javier took an angry gulp of whiskey, somehow it was possible that he was now even more pissed off at you then before. He opened his mouth to probably say something backhanded as usual, but Steve steamrolled him unintentionally, âWell- Iâm glad, the office is kinda painful to be in when yâall are having one of your arguments.â
âWell hopefully we wonât bother you anymore.â Javier finally got a word in and it was just as snippy as expected.
You then downed the rest of your drink in one gulp, a little tipsy now from the few drinks youâd had so far. A dull thud from you setting the glass down on the table was swallowed by the noises of the other customers and employees around you. You got up, fed up with getting only little responses from him, âIâm going to the bathroom.â
â-
âJavier what are you doing?â You asked incredulously when he entered the womenâs restroom, but werenât given an answer. You didnât pull away when he pulled you close, dipping his head to suck a hickey on the underside of your jaw. You only keened into his touch, you may have hated him, but it did feel amazing. Your teasing had worked
âI told Steve I was going to the bathroom too.â Giving a quick summary before continuing his assault on your skin, âYou drive me absolutely crazy.â He spitefully said into your skin in between sucking and biting your collarbone. You didnât care enough to respond, he knew you felt the same. In a flash he pulled your dress off of your head, exposing all of you except what was covered by your bra and underwear.
When he then gripped his fingers around the fabric of your panties and ripped them off, you gasped in anger. He then ran his fingers through your folds, stopping at your clit to run small circles into it. You were still angry about the ruined panties on the floor, and the fact that with just a few touches he was proving why everyone fell at his feet after they slept with them. âI liked those!â
âYou seem to like this too.â His fingers sped up their movements, alternating between hard and light pressure. Your orgasm was building embarrassingly quickly, you almost wanted to hold it back so Javier didnât get a big head. It felt too good though, and you didnât have a lot of time.
You were both a hairâs breadth away from getting caught, Javierâs fingers continued their movements with no thought. Steve was drunk, he might even be asleep right now. But, one wrong move and heâd hear Javier fucking you in the bathroom.
âJavier!â You shouted, not thinking about the volume, when he pulled his fingers away from you just as you were about to fall off the edge. He then brought his wet fingers to his lips, sucking off any evidence of your arousal. It was hard to be mad when he looked so hot doing that, even though your clit was throbbing now.
âNeed to fuck you now- thisâll take too long if we wait for you.â You wanted to snap at him again, his comment flippant and somewhat rude. That was until he pulled his cock out of his pants, already hard just for you. Your mind switched gears after that.
âCondom?â He grunted in response to your question, then pulled one out of his wallet. You were about to ask how long it had been in there, but with the rate he fucks, you doubted it had been there for long.
Once he slipped it on he commanded, âBend over.â You scoffed, about to retort that youâd never bend over for him. But, Javier beat you to the punch, âI wonât ask again, Iâll leave you here naked and dripping.â You shuddered at that, your arousal was too much to ignore. So, you let him have one victory, hopping off the counter to bend over.
You caught sight of your disheveled state in the mirror, your legs buckling a little because of it. You already looked completely ruined by him, and he hadnât done much besides fingering you. Javier must have caught you staring at yourself, and him if you were being honest, wrapping his hand around your hair to push you closer to the mirror. âÂżQue? You like watching yourself? You like getting fucked while Steve and everybody else could hear you?â
You tried to nod your head, but with his firm grip on your hair while he began to sink into you, all you could do was moan. Once you realized that you were most definitely being too loud you stopped yourself making any noise by biting your lip hard. When the front of Javierâs thighs hit the back of yours he leaned forward to whisper angrily in your ear, âYeah- you do like this.â
His pace was rough, but not sloppy, quick thrusts that had your ass rippling from the force. This was going to be a quick and dirty fuck, Steve would soon come looking for us if we didnât get our orgasms over and done with. Besides, all you were looking for was a release, being with Javier for more time than was necessary just sounded like a punishment. Despite the pace he was keeping up, he still managed to keep your head right where he wanted it, looking directly in the mirror.
Your orgasm was building up again, even faster than before since you were already sensitive. At one point when your eyes began to roll back as you got closer Javier snapped that you should keep your eyes open.
âCome on, cum.â He growled out once he noticed how close you were, âCum while Steve is out there- wondering where we went.â
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at that, your orgasm crashing over you. Javier reached his own peak while you were riding out your own, filling the condom, gripping your hair and hip hard as he did.
Once your highs had abated he pulled out of you with a groan, quickly tying off the condom while you were still bent over and recovering with gasped breaths.
âHey Javier?â You asked right as he began to turn around to go, letting you put your clothes back on and clean up in peace.
âÂżSĂŹ?â He turned around to face you again, looking much more put back together than you were with your makeup still smudged. You had the remnants of the panties he had ripped off of you dangling on your finger.
You wrapped your other hand around his belt he put back on, pulling him back closer to you so you were both chest to chest. You then stuffed the scrap of torn fabric into the front pocket of his jeans until they were completely hidden.
âNow you get to sit right next to Steve while theyâre in your pocket.â He gulped a little and you gave one last remark before turning back to clean up your makeup, âAnd, youâve got to pay for a new pair, I liked those.â
Though he boiled your blood as you walked back to the table where he had joined Steve back at you realized you were only a hairs breadth away from not hating him.
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Pornstar au - read on ao3
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Peter's nervously fiddling with his fingers as he walks onto set. Camera-men and directors and other crew members are hustling around, making last minute changes and adding to the low murmur of conversation.
His feet feel glued to the floor, the sudden raise in his blood pressure making his hands sweating.
"You Peter Parker?" A woman demands, standing in front of Peter and making him jump.
He looks up and gives a small nod, mouth dry and tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.
"Get in the dressing room, you've got 15 minutes."
And then she was gone. Peter stares after her with wide eyes. He looks around, trying to find a dressing room.
This was a bad idea, this was such a bad idea. Peter should've just stuck to amature porn shot on his phone.
He's about to ask someone for directions when someone sets a hand on either of his shoulders and starts rushing him. Peter tries hard not to stumble, and he's nearly running ahead of the person.
"Fifteen minutes, be ready when there's a knock on the door."
Peter's thrown into a room. Hd straightens himself, and before he can even look around there are people rushing him to a seat.
Questions and comments are flying around him, and Peter can't focus. Someone is dabbing on concealer and someone else is demanding Peter change.
After a whirlwind of fifteen minutes, Peter's rushed back to the set. There seems to be even more people around.
Peter takes a small step back, ready to dip and just run out, but someone shouts, and someone's taking Peter's robe -leaving him in yellow swim trunks- and shoving him forward.
Peter's bare feet pad against the linoleum floor, and its like he's been shoved onto a stage fully naked in front of his high school.
"Two minutes!"
Peter is about to yell wait, when -oh, fuck, its Tony Stark. He's walking over, and he's looking at Peter.
"You look nervous," Tony smirks, looking relaxed in a pair of dark swim trunks and an open Hawaiian patterned shirt.
"Uh," Peter says dumbly. He glances around at the people in the room, then at the set they're in.
"It can be overwhelming," Tony said, all confident yet lax posturing as he stands in front of Peter, intimately close. "This is your first time filming?"
Peter swallows thickly, unsticking his tongue from his teeth.
"Ye-yeah, I mostly just, uh, usually there's not a film crew," he stammered.
Tony smirked, glancing over at the crowd, then steps a little closer. "Just pretend they're not there."
"Uh, that's gonna be hard," Peter confessed, wringing his fingers.
"Thirty seconds!"
Peter feels his heart rate spike. His eyes widen a little.
"Hey," Tony hums, smirk falling away. He grips Peter by the chin and tilts his head so Peter has nowhere to look but him. He swallows thickly, staring into Tony's dark eyes.
"Its just us, okay?" Tony said, their noses almost touching. "Its just like any other time you've filmed. Just you and your partner, right?"
"Ye-yeah," Peter nods, chin still held in Tony's grip. the older man smiles and squeezes.
"I've seen your work, Pete," he says, and Peter's eyes widen. Tony Stark -the Tony Stark- saw Peter's amature porn? What-
"You've got a lot of potential. Don't let your nerves get the best of you."
And with that, Peter's left alone at the end of the set while Tony walks to the door he's supposed to walk through at the beginning of the scene.
There's a countdown, and someone rushes over and sprays water over Peter's chest and hair, getting his curls damp and then shoving him into the middle of the set.
Peter doesn't stumble -thankfully. The countdown ends and the cameras -yeah, there's three- start rolling.
Peter picks up the towel on the wood chair in what was set up to be a mud room. He brings it to his chest and wipes himself dry.
The door opens, and Peter doesn't look up. He's read the script, he knows what happens.
Thankfully, this isn't a speaking porno. Theres no dialogue Peter needs to memorize -he doesn't think he'd be able to speak anyway without stuttering.
He feels a hand on his side and jolts -its not an act either. The hand snakes around to Peter's stomach and pulls him back.
Peter lets the towel fall to his bare feet. He can see the camera in front of him, just out of the corner of his eye.
He doesn't know where every camera is, so he tries to keep his eyes on things around the set, or closed.
Tony hums lowly against Peter's ear, mouthing at his jaw as his hand slides down, fingertips dipping below Peter's trunks.
Peter lets his head fall back a little, feeling himself growing hard. Its quiet except for Peter's slightly heavy breath, and Tony's gentle cooing.
Tony's other hand reaches over and turns Peter's head, forcing Peter to turn at his hips in order for the older man to kiss him.
Peter's seen Tony Stark's porn. Hes seen the way Tony kisses, but seeing it and actually kissing him, are completely different.
Tony's lips are pillow soft, surprisingly plump. Even with his goatee, he's soft. Peter can't help the small whimper that falls from his mouth, and Tony eats it right up, licking into his mouth.
Peter's breath hitches when Tony's hand finally brushes against his cock, tenting the yellow trunks.
"Hmm," Tony groaned, wrapping his fingers around Peter and squeezing. Peter can't help but raise onto his toes, hands grabbing onto Tony as the man sucks the breath from his mouth.
And then Peter is being pressed into the set wall, back to the cheap wood, and Tony's hand is stroking Peter under the trunks.
"O-oh," Peter gasps, head thunking against the wall. Tony ducks down, mouth latching onto Peter's throat as he continues stroking him.
"So responsive," Tony hummed against Peter's skin. He can feel the older smirking as he nips at Peter's collarbone.
"You're gonna be so fun to play with."
Peter moans up at the ceiling, rocking his hips up into Tony's grasp. He doesn't know what he's doing, but Peter's never felt a handjob quite like this one.
Tony's flicking his wrist at the top, brushing against his tip, squeezing -its incredible, and Peter is close to bursting.
"Cut!"
Peter's quickly brought back to the set and he blinks his eyes in surprise.
Tony pulls his head back and smirks down at Peter, pulling his hand back. Peter can't help but frowning a bit.
"Lets set up the next scene," the director calls.
"Dont worry, you get used to it," Tony smirks at Peter's frown. It makes his frown deepen.
Tony nods for Peter to follow him, and Peter's quick to fall into step with him.
Peter's usually not this quiet, but he doesn't know what to say. He feels like a newbie -which, technically, he is, to the professional side of porn.
"You've watched my videos?" Peter finds himself asking, and nearly slaps himself. Way to go, Parker.
Tony glances down at Peter and smiles, the two heading across the open warehouse to a bedroom set.
"Of course," he said. "Who do you think got you an interview?"
Peter's steps falter in shock. Tony's hand on his lower back, urging him forward.
"I had to see for myself just how cute you were in bed," Tony murmured against Peter's ear. All Peter could do was gape at him.
"You- I."
"Dont strain yourself, kid, we haven't even gotten to the good stuff," Tony grinned.
Peter doesn't really follow what happens next. He's still freaking out that Tony Stark had requested to work with him. That Tony Stark had seen Peter's amature porn filmed on his smart phone and wanted to meet him and work with him.
And its Peter's wet dream to work with Tony. And here he is, naked and rutting up against Tony's bare cock on the bed, whimpering and moaning.
He already prepped himself before he drove to the set, but Tony still works a couple fingers inside him -for the sake of the cameras.
Peter moans, rolling his hips, silently urging Tony to go deeper. The man obliges, sucking bruises into Peter's throat as he presses brutally into Peter's prostate.
The noises that fall from Peter's mouth are authentic. Theres no faking how good Tony makes him feel, stimulating him everywhere with experienced touches.
"You ready, kid?" Tony murmurs, so low in Peter's ears he knows the cameras and mics won't pick it up.
Peter answers by lifting his legs, hooking his ankles around Tony's back and urging him close.
Tony hums and pulls his fingers free, moving closer and lowering himself. Peter nods, hand moving down to grab at Tony's cock. He wants it in now.
He helps to guide Tony to where Peter wants him most, and groans long and loud as Tony slides in.
"Oh, God, you feel so good," Peter moans. "Please, fuck me."
Tony smirks above him and snaps his head forward. Peter gasps, lifting his legs higher, allowing Tony to drive in deeper.
It feels amazing. Peter's completely forgotten about the camera crew. He's lost in Tony and the roll of his hips that have Peter's toes curling and his back arching.
"Harder, please, harder," Peter begs, feeling the low building pleasure in his gut.
Tony's hips snap forward, pace quickening as the man holds himself over Peter.
It feels so good. Peter groans, letting out little punched-out sounds with every thrust forward.
"You like that?" Tony asked, grinding his hips down. "You like it rough?"
"Yes," Peter gasped, hands running over Tony's chest, gripping at his shoulders.
"Change positions," someone says lowly. Peter blinks, about to turn to see who, when Tony dives down and kisses him.
Peter kisses him back, and then the older is pulling out and lifting Peter into a sitting position by the back of his neck.
He allows Tony to move him hoe he sees fit, and whimpers when the man sinks back into him.
Peter's on his knees, back to Tony's chest. The older man has both arms around Peter, biting into his shoulder as he thrusts up into him.Â
"Oh, fuck -ah!â just like that," he groans, head dropping back onto Tony's shoulder, one arm reaching back to grip at the hairs at the back of Tony's head.
He presses back into the older, turning his head into Tony's. Tony easily connects their lips, bruising teeth and sloppy tongues.
Peter's eyebrows screw up, his breath hitching, and he pulls away from Tony. "Wait-"
But its too late. Peter's orgasm hits him hard, surprising him. Tony stills deep inside of him, holding Peter in place as he cums against the white sheets, grip on Tony tight.
"Hmm," Tony hums once Peter's finished, holding him up, still buried inside. "That was gorgeous, kid."
Peter blushes, taking a deep breath.
"Alright, clean up, we've got the rest of the shot," the director calls. Peter frowned.
"Huh?"
Behind him, Tony chuckles, kissing at Peter's tender neck.
"You gotta try and hold off for as long as you can," he said as a few crew members add another white sheet in front of them, covering the spot of cum. "Give them enough footage to edit through."
"Oh, uh, sorry," Peter blushed.
"Dont be sorry, it was hot as fuck," Tony chuckled, still holding Peter to him.
"Someone get a fluffer in here," the director calls. Peter's blush deepens.
"Thats not needed," Tony calls, lifting his head from Peter's shoulder. "I've got it under control."
"What?" Peter glances over at the crew -which is terrifying. They're all looking at him.
Feeling slightly mortified, Peter turns his head forward, so he's got part of the set wall to stare at.
"Oh my God."
"Shh, kid, just relax. You're doing great," Tony said, moving one of his hands down to tickle at Peter's pubic hair.
"I don't know if I can get it up with everyone watching," Peter whispered, his hand still holding the back of Tony's head -almost like a lifeline.
"You did it before," Tony pointed out, wrapping slender fingers around Peter and beginning to tug on him gently.
"I-I was distracted before," Peter confessed. Tony gently rolls his hips forward, pressing into Peter before pulling out and repeating.
"Its just us," Tony reminded. "No one else." Peter feels himself getting hard again at Tony's words and his actions. He lets out a breath.
"There, you're doing great," Tony praised. "Just relax, let me take care of you."
Peter nods, dropping his head down on Tony's shoulder.
"I'm gonna give you a signal, when its time to cum," Tony continues, stroking Peter back to full hardness. "Dont cum until then, alright?"
"Okay," Peter nods. Tony kisses his shoulder and wraps his arm back around Peter's middle. He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Peter keens, body overstimulizated. And thats it, they're off again, and Peter's struggling to keep his noises to a minimum.
He doesn't want to be too loud and ruin the shots, but damn does Tony know what he's doing.
"Tony-" Peter gasped, cutting himself off a little too late. Could they use their names? "Oh- Oh! Ri-right there!"
Tony pulls back and slams into the same spot, making Peter wail. His grip on Tony tightens.
"On your elbows for me," Tony whispered, mouthing at the shell of Peter's ear. Peter barely hears him over his own panting, but the moment Tony's arms unwind from him, Peter leans forward, dropping to his hands, and then his elbows.
The new position has Tony railing right into his prostate. He grips the sheets in his hands and drops even further into the mattress, pushing his ass out further and allowing Tony to go even deeper.
What Peter doesn't expect is for Tony to slap him. He rocks forward at the sting in his left cheek and mewls, burying his face in the bedding.
He's been hit before during sex, but usually its bruising slaps -ones meant to paint Peter's skin a dark red.
This, this is different. It stings, but not in a painful way. It amplifies the already there pleasure in a way that has Peter begging him for more.
And Tony gives it to him. Its not a brutal pace, and he doesn't do it often, but every few thrusts, his hand swats down on Peter's ass. It feels good, so, so good.
Peter feels himself getting close to cumming, and he reaches a hand down, squeezing himself just under the mushroom head to stave it off.
Tony's thrusts get a little sharper, and he leans over Peter, kissing at Peter's shoulder blade, hands on either side of him.
"You wanna cum for me?" Tony asked lowly, thrusting unforgivingly. All Peter can do is nod and whimper.
He begins stroking himself in time with Tony's thrusts until he's cumming with a shout, body trembling.
Tony has to wrap an arm around Peter to keep him from collapsing on the bed as he climaxes.
Tony groaned low, allowing Peter back down onto the bed once he's emptied himself.
Peter keeps his ass somewhat elevated as Tony thrusts into him, balls slapping against Peter's perineum.
Peter moans at how sensitive he becomes, but he stays somewhat still so Tony can finish.
He does seconds later, burying himself deep inside and painting Peter's inner walls with cum. Peter mewls at the feeling.
He thrusts a few more times, rough and biting before his grip on Peter's hips ease up, and he takes a breath.
Then he pulls out and Peter drops into the puddle of cum on the sheets. Tony follows soon after, dropping to the bed beside him and glancing over.
Peter can't help but smile, his mout hidden behind his arm. Tony grins.
"Damn, kid, you're so much better in person," he sighs. Peter blushes and hides a little more of his face in his arm.
"You are too," Peter managed. Tony's grin widens.
Around them, crew members are taking down the sets, messing with their tech and talking with the director about the final cuts.
Peter doesn't pay them any attention. At least not yet. He can't believe he's just filmed a porno with Tony Stark.
"Before you leave, I want your number," Tony then says, climbing out of the bed.
It takes Peter a second for his brain to process that, and then he's scrambling off after him, snatching the robe held out for him and quickly wrapping it around himself.
Tony's already walking towards the dressing rooms, pace casual as he ties the robe shut in front of him.
"Wait, you want my number?" Peter asked, finally catching up with him. Tony smirks down at him.Â
"Definitely," he says. "You're way too good to work with just once."
Peter blushes at that, then gives a small nod. "I, I just have to shower."
Tony's eyes lower, a knowing look settling in his features before he nods. "I'll be waiting."
Peter's got cum drooling down the inside of his thigh as he rushes into the dressing room.
This could be a thing. Peter could do this. Make professional porn. Especially if his partners were anything like Tony Stark.
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mega-list of ideas for coping with distressing voices
these are only offered as possible things to try if ur hearing distressing voices... everyone is different & everyoneâs voices are different. you know you better than anyone else knows you. if you need to modify any of these, or reject any of these as actively unhelpful for you, thatâs ok. đ feel free to add your own.
use this however is most helpful for you - iâm sharing what helps & has helped for me. so in no particular order:
Name your voices. Sometimes when theyâre all just nameless forms, it can be hard to understand whatâs going on, and they can feel scarily omnipotent. I found naming mine helpful for kind of containing the experience & getting to know my voices. If you ask some voices will name themselves.
Visualise âsafe spacesâ for your voices. If you ask some voices might create their own safe place. Otherwise, you can imagine somewhere real, like sometimes I ask one of my voices to go to sleep in certain bits of a room. Or you can imagine . If you really canât be disturbed for a length of time, you can try leaving the radio on for them, visualising them relaxing, and tell them when youâll be âbackâ.
Draw your voices. (Or create a pinterest board for them.) One of my voices used to say things that were horrendously graphic and distressing, and I used to try to block her out all the time, so she got more aggressive with trying to get a reaction from me. Drawing her, and everything she said, whilst very difficult to do, helped it feel more manageable, and helped me pick out themes in what she was saying.
Are there any kind voices you can draw on as allies? If you have a voice thatâs kind to you, you could try asking them for help. To stand up to other voices, to comfort you afterwards, etc.
Planning in advance what you might say to distressing stuff. Does a specific voice say really triggering, threatening things with an authoritative tone? It might help to prepare for the voice, and how you might respond. Often being aggressive to aggressive voices can trigger more aggression from voices (voices will lash out if theyâre insulted) - how can you be polite but assertive? An example Iâve heard is âbless you, but I donât want to do thatâ for commanding voices. But your response will be unique.Â
Set a time to listen to your voices. If voices arenât listened to, they can get louder and more hurtful and graphic to try to get your attention - it can be a vicious cycle. But, if you engage with some voices without support, it can turn into them playing games with you and playing on your insecurities. It might help to strike a balance - set, say, half an hour a day, let the voices speak, and genuinely listen. After the time is up, you go back to doing what you usually do.
Try asking a trusted person to talk to your voices for you (this is a technique called voice dialoguing). Voice dialoguing was honestly the foundations of my recovery, and mostly conducted by my lovely partner. Itâs where you sit in a different seat, and someone else speaks to your voices and you tell the person what the voices say, and you often do this multiple times. You decide what feels safe, and you debrief after. The person has to be non-judgemental about voices, and not frightened of voices. Thereâs information on voice dialoguing here:Â https://openmindedonline.com/2018/10/14/talking-with-voices-article-and-video/
Try some peer support. Maybe thereâs a hearing voices group in your area? https://www.hearing-voices.org/hearing-voices-groups/find-a-group/ If not, thereâs a lot of us on tumblr - hit us up and vent here. You donât have to carry this alone.
Are you listening with anxious intensity bc theyâre saying particularly distressing things? When my voices are calling me worthless or useless, or saying graphic things, or telling me a shameful secret only I know, I can completely drop what Iâm doing, and LISTEN with such anxious intensity because I NEED to know Iâm bad and evil. Sometimes it helps to notice Iâm doing this and âlet goâ of the anxious intensity. I donât need to powerlessly obsessively listen just because theyâre shit talking me.
Physically soothe yourself to soothe screaming voices. Hearing screaming? Try hugging yourself, or giving yourself a face massage, or telling yourself itâs OK, or whatever it is that soothes you. When I soothe myself, I usually inadvetedly soothe the crying or screaming voice. Sometimes overtly comforting the voice helps too, even if itâs coming from very far away.
If youâve experienced trauma, voices might be carrying memories you donât remember or donât feel strongly about, so they canât be kind to you - you dissociated whilst they (the voice) stayed. Some voices remember things I donât. Some memories I have I remember, but I donât feel traumatised by them - but my voices really do. They have to be aggressive and violent towards me, because a) if I got close to them, I would remember too, and theyâre protecting me, and b) they resent me for not remembering it whilst they do. Whilst this doesnât immediately help how cruel they can be, it helps me have some compassion & acceptance.Â
Imagine a protective spell. I used to imagine a pink, sparkling sphere of healing and protection around me, and nothing could get in and hurt me. I was totally safe within this sphere. I was really into D&D, so I statted it too - 1000000000 AC, resistant 10000 to negative energy, etc. On my worst nights this helped.
Have a grounding object. I got a stone from an enjoyable vacation I had, and also an amethyst and a teddy, and I used to curl up into the fetal position and GRIP them. If youâre into this stuff, you could charge the objects with healing energy, anything else that makes the object feel more grounding. (This post is about hearing voices but also if you have visual hallucinations & feel brave enough, throwing something through the hallucination can help.)
Experiment with earplugs, sound, and space. Everyoneâs voices are so unique - some get louder in big, echoey buildings, some get louder in small spaces, some shout above background noises, some blend in, some get louder with earplugs, some get quiet. Experiment! Go to different spaces and ask the voices if they can talk. Put different (&no) background sounds on. Use earplugs. See if anything feels more or less comfortable.
Experiment with distractions. When I was strugglling 24/7, the only quiet I would get would be during a good film and I NEEDED that. You canât use distraction all the time - voices will catch up, and ignored voices tend to try to find ways to not be ignored. But Iâve found it necessary to find some breathing space. Films were that for me. There could be distractions that work best for you.
Hide! Itâs OK to hide. Itâs so OK to hide. Itâs not a negative coping mechanism. Under the desk is my favourite place.
Complete a Maastricht interview. I am continually surprised by how little I know about my voices & how helpful I find it to know my voices more. The Maastricht interview is a series of questions that facilitates more self understanding - it might be triggering, so it might be useful to prepare yourself. Look in your local area to see if you can do it in person. If not, voila! http://www.hearingvoices.org.nz/attachments/article/59/Maastricht_Interview_for_voice_hearers.pdf (fwiw Iâve not done it yet but want to lol & Iâve met voice hearers who itâs helped.)
Youâre not dirty or wrong for a voice saying graphic and horrible things. <3 Itâs OK to hear graphic and disturbing voices. Itâs not a reflection on you. Itâs OK and normal to hear these things. You deserve safety & kindness.
If your voices get loud in new or anxiety provoking situations, give them some detailed advanced warning. Voices donât always know whatâs happening, what year it is, etc - theyâre not always oriented to our reality. Saying, say, âI am going to a job interview on Saturday. Here is what is going to happen on Saturday: ...â can help them, so they donât get anxious and take it out on you.
Start the small steps of building a collaborative relationship with your voices. Is your voice telling you to kill yourself, others, and that youâre worthless? Obviously, donât do these things lol - but it might help to ask the voice if it has, say... a preference for a TV show, or a food. Something that doesnât hurt you to accommodate. It can start the small steps of building a good relationship to take small preferences of the voice on board.
Educate your friends so they can be kinder to you. I like this talk! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=syjEN3peCJw Most of my friends who were frightened of me & my voices were much more understanding after watching this. But you choose your resources.Â
Accept that itâs ok to be distressed by them and itâs ok to struggle to cope.. Give yourself as much slack as you can. Hearing voices can be so gruelling. It can be isolating and lonely and PHYSICALLY exhausting. You donât have to do it all. NONE of us can be âsuper-copersâ. Itâs OK to need rest, and to cut yourself some slack.
Honourary mentions for https://www.hearing-voices.org/ & https://www.intervoiceonline.org/ & https://understandingvoices.com/ c:
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Woo fic 3 of 3! This was really hard to write ahh I just struggled a lot because I had the proper idea it was just rough executing it ahh I hope you all enjoy it! Thereâs not a lot of dialogue so ahh anyways enjoy!
Punz had come up with a new mod that was meant to add new mobs to the game but little did everyone know they were a very special kind of new mob⊠To be specific they were tickle mobs! They basically replaced all the violent mobs with mobs that would simply tickle you instead of hurt you! There was one where it was very feathery all over and itâs finger nails were replaced with feathers. One with a very fluffy tail and wings, itâs finger nails were claws not overly sharp but still pointed enough to tickle like crazy! Another which had pockets on its body filled with all kinds of tools and so many others but these are the main three!
Punz was very excited to have people try out his new mod! He just knew it was going to be so fun to watch everyoneâs reactions as they realize just what the new mobs do! He bounced on his heels a bit as he waited for everyone to show up suddenly he saw George approaching in the distance! He waved trying to hold back his excitement and seem more like his casual laid back self âhi George!â
George waved back excitedly âhi punz!â He quickly gave the taller a small hug âso whatâs this new mod?â Punz smiled softly as he hugged him back âoh youâll find out once the others get here and once night time hitsâ and just as he said that up walks karl smiling happily as he waves at the two
âHi guys!â They both wave back as they tell him hello, he engulfs each of them in a hug that should not feel as bone crushing as it is given his small size either way though they are very happy and grateful each and every time they get a Karl hug, Karl bounced up and down very slightly as he asks âso whatâs the new mod do?â George shrugs âPunz said weâll see once everyone else gets here and once itâs night time!â Karl nods understandingly as he says âokay! How long til everyone else shows up?â Punz now shrugs as he says âIâm not sure probably not much longer weâre just waiting on Eretâ
Just as he says that up walks eret, smiling softly as she waves to everyone âhi guys!â Everyone smiles back as a chorus of hiâs break out, âSo whatâs the new mod?â Punz holds back a smirk âWell everyoneâs here now but we just have to wait a little longer for it to turn to night time and then youâll all see what it isâ Eret nodded âAlright sounds cool so what are we gonna do until then?â Punz shrugs âuh I donât know truth or dare?â Karl nods âYea sounds good to meâ George also shrugs âYea sureâ And so in no time at all it seems itâs already night!
Punz stands up clapping excitedly âOkay guys itâs officially night time! That means the mod should start working anytime now!â Karl tilts his head âBut punz you still havenât even told us what the mod is!â George nods âYea how are we supposed to be prepared if you donât tell us anythingâ Punz smirks a bit âWell thatâs part of the fun is keeping you guys off guard! Donât worry I can tell you guys itâs nothing that will hurt you or make you cry or anything-â he paused and corrected himself âWell I take back the not making you cry because you might cry from laughterâ
Suddenly there was a loud rustling in the trees behind them all, everyone turns towards them looking curiously waiting to see what might come out suddenly out comes the creature with feathers for finger nails, a fluffy tail and wings! The guys eyes widen as they turn towards punz, Karl quickly asks âPunz what the honk is that thing?!â Punz laughs softly âOh youâll find out soon enoughâ suddenly the creature has flew right behind Karl itâs tiny feathers begin wiggling on his neck making him squeak before falling into giggles as he twists his head around âEEKK NO hehehehhahahahHHEHEHhahhahaha wwwwwhhhyyyy ihihihisss IHIHITTT dohohihihinnggg tthhihihisss!â
Punz grins excitedly seeing the mob functioning properly âBecause Karl thatâs what it was made to do, the mod I made replaced all hostile mobs with tickle mobs!â Eret and George both nervously shout âWHAT?!â George shakes his head âIs that the only one or is there more?â Punz shakes his head âTheres more but most are rare so thereâs probably only two others you guys will get to see for right now, oh look there comes one now!â Eret and George turn suddenly seeing a creature with many pockets surrounding its body and they couldnât see inside the pockets due to being so far away but inside the pockets were plenty of tickle tools! George quickly pushed Eret towards the creature causing for Eret to yelp and stumble right in front of it!
George wasnât getting out of anything though⊠because a final monster emerged from the shadows! One with a fluffy tail and wings, and claws instead of nails which weâre sure to be extra tickly!
And so with that the real fun began! Karl was laid on the ground the monster sitting beside him as itâs feather tips danced in his armpits making him giggle squeakily as he squirmed around! Eret wasnât much different the monster sitting beside him as well as this one fingers danced along his ribs, at times rubbing in between the bones making him squeal through his laughter! Georgeâs monster also opted to sit beside him! One hand held both of Georgeâs above his head as the monster curiously was swirling a claw around Georgeâs tum button making him shriek as he fell into loud cackles!
Punz sat idly by enjoying his creations and seeing them work so well, suddenly he felt a tiny feathery sensation on his neck! He quickly covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his blush and giggles but it was no use as the sensation seemed to multiply causing for more giggles to slip out as little snorts escaped when the sensation migrated to his ears and cheeks! He forgot about the tiny nearly unvisible feathery bee like creatures! That must be whatâs currently attacking him! Never the less he sat there not actually minding the sensation too muchâŠ
On Karlâs side his monster switched to now curiously squeezing his sides making him squeal and jump as he fell into soft laughter! Eretâs monster had grabbed two electric toothbrushes and held them in Eretâs armpits! Eret shrieked with laughter as his arms were involuntarily locked to his sides as he rolled back and forth! Georgeâs monster now had switched to blowing raspberries on the poor boys neck while also vibrating into his armpits! George was a mess of snorts and squeals as he babbled out protests!
Punz monsters monsters had begun to move to the back of his neck making his giggles die down slightly as he wiggled non stop at the ticklish feeling! His giggles didnât stay quiet for long thoughâŠ. Karlâs monster sensed him reaching his breaking point and began to slow to a stop, as it did it realized it was still hungry! It looked around and noticed punz not giggling much and decided to go after him! Karl gratefully took in air as he giggled residually before sitting up, did he see the monster going straight for punz? Yes, was he going to warn him? No, not because Karl is cruel but because he wanted to see Punzâs reaction! Okay so maybe heâs a tiny bit cruelâŠ
Punzâs eyes widened as he looked up and suddenly saw the monster previously on Karl was now directly in front of him! The monster smiled at him as without a single sound it reached out and took punz into a gentle backwards hug! The small bee line creatures moved in front of punz, the bigger monster smiled at them as he lifted Punzâs shirt! Punz immediately began wiggling and babbling protests as he giggled in anticipation but it was no use! The small be like creatures swarmed his stomach! A couple even dipping into his tum button making him squeal before falling into laughter!
As if that wasnât enough suddenly Eret snd Georgeâs monsters sensed them reaching their limits and they too were still hungry so they each slowed to a stop leaving George and Eret all giggly like Karl was earlier! Eretâs monster looked through its pouches looking for just the right tool and it found it! I feather tipped pen! It grinned as it began writing on Punzâs cheeks making squeaks join in with his loud laughter! The monster wrote âticklish cheeksâ on both sides of his face! Georgeâs monster took place at Punzâs legs! One hand began squeezing his thigh while the other scribbled at the back of his knee!
Punz let out a small screech before falling into silent laughter and that was the monsters cue to stop! Looking at the sky it was nearly day time! And seemingly as quickly as they came they were gone! Karl,Eret and George all surrounded a curled up giggling punz smiling happily and brightly flushed faces and all! Soon enough his giggles finally stop and he uncurled himself, suddenly Karl broke into giggles âahhahahaâ Punz turned to look at him âwhat? Whatâs so funny?â George and Eret then noticed as well and began giggling their ownselves! Eret through their giggles pulled out a small mirror and handed it to punz, punz quickly took it and looked at his face⊠his cheeks flushed a bright red as he grumbled and handed Eret back their mirror
Karl couldnât help himself as he noticed a stray feather on the ground, he curiously ran it along Punzâs left cheek making him squeak and giggle âeek! Kahhahrrrll!â âHehe sohohorryyy punzie I just had to see if what the monster wrote was trueâ he dropped the feather a few moments later and Punzâs giggles stopped once more and he rolled his eyes fondly âSo did you guys enjoy the mod?â They all blushed embarrassedly as they nodded and shyly mumbled a chorus of yes, punz smiled nodding âI guess I did tooâŠâ They all awed and karl quickly pulled all of them into a group hug! George smirked a bit an idea coming to mind âYou know we should have dream, sapnap and Quackity come try this mod soon..â
Eret nodded in agreement âWe should! What about tomorrow night?â Punz nodded âsounds good to me if you all can get them rounded up Iâm downâ George nodded âalright itâs settled then tomorrow night it is!â
And so they all went their separate ways excitedly thinking about what was to come
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