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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Sweatpants SZN (Angel Edition)

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel goes out dressed like a hoe. Inspired by this post about my frustration by the boys wearing jeans when they sleep.

Warnings: it’s long 3k worth 😬 and a whole lotta filth

A/N: Here’s another series for my Mayan men! I already have plans for Nestor, EZ, and Miguel.

A/N 2: Special dedication to @starrynite7114 thank you for always indulging me and being a wonderful friend

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When you first found out that Angel sometimes wore jeans to sleep it boggled your mind. You were the type of girl that took off her bra, kick off her shoes, and take off your pants as soon as you got home. So, to see Angel sleeping in his jeans was lowkey traumatizing.

As a dutiful girlfriend (and also a partly selfish girlfriend) you bought Angel some gray sweatpants. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible and looking good at the same time. What you didn’t count on was that everyone else could appreciate the goods.

You were pouring yourself a cup of coffee of when Angel came home. He’d left early this morning before you woke up. “I’m back, querida.” You could hear him setting down bags on the table.

“Good morn-ingg,” the cheerfulness dropped out of your voice when you saw what Angel was wearing. A plain white t-shirt that was getting too tight, because of all the working out he was doing which made him almost as cut as EZ and a pair of those damn gray sweatpants you had bought for him.

“What?” Angel asked, confused at your sudden change in mood. “Do I got something on my face or clothes?” He started swiping his face and body, trying to clean the imaginary dirt off him.

“Nah, you’re good. Did you really wear that to the store?” Angel was genuinely confused. He didn’t see anything wrong with his outfit. “Yeah. Does it not match or something?”

“You really went out like that without me?” It finally dawned on Angel. He heard hints of jealousy. He didn’t know why he didn’t hear it at first, because he was so used to asking this same question. Angel did his best to keep his smile to himself, you were gonna pop a gasket when he told you where he went after the grocery store. “Yeah, you were sleeping. I doubt you wanted me to wake you up to go to the store and Vicki’s place.”

You almost spit out your coffee when Angel mentioned Vicki’s place. “YOU WENT WHERE?!” Angel began putting up the groceries because if he didn’t, he would’ve burst out laughing at you. “Vicki’s. Bishop called when I was at the store and asked if I could drop some things over.”

He was fucking with you. He was avoiding eye contact with you for a reason. “Angel!” He stopped putting the cereal on top of the refrigerator and turned towards you. He didn’t even last thirty seconds of you staring at him before he started laughing. “Screw you, Angel!” It didn’t even bother him that you were angry, your jealousy was cute to him.

Too enraptured in aggressively washing out your mug, you didn’t notice Angel walking up on you until he wrapped his hands around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon you can’t really be mad, can you? Remember I’m a grown man and can wear whatever I want.” He threw the line you used at him the many multiple times when he didn’t agree with the outfit of your choice.

Damn it! You couldn’t think of a great comeback. “Its not the same!” Angel’s laugh vibrated throughout your body. “Someone sounds jealous.” He sung into your ear. You elbowed him off of you and started putting up the rest of the groceries. “No! You not even all that cute to be doing all of that for.”

“Oh really?” He arched his eyebrow at you before he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Angel just made you eat your words. It was like you had a golden god standing before you and the only appropriate response would be to get on your knees to worship him. Thankfully, you had a modicum of dignity and only salivated at the man in front of you.

You were so spaced out that you allowed Angel to pick you up and set you on the counter. “What you staring at, baby?” Angel nudged his nose against yours then ran it along your neck.

“Nothing,” you pouted. Angel kissed your nose then your lips. “You sure?” He took one of your hands and ran it along his body. “Because it seems like you were appreciating my arms, my abs,” his voice got lower as your hand went lower, “my dick.” He emphasized the k. “You feel that? That’s all yours, mami. No need to be jealous, ok?”

“Okay.” You resigned your jealousy and tried to kiss Angel, but he pulled away from you. He reminded you of your agreement last night. No sex today until you and him were finished with cleaning the house, and he knew if he let you kiss him then he would end up fucking you right on the table.

Reluctantly you got up, but at least you were motivated to clean the house faster. Angel took on your shared bedroom and bathroom while you had the front of the house. There were stolen kisses between switches of cleaning supplies and smacks on the butt whenever you passed each other (which Angel pretended he didn’t like when you did it to him.)

You had just finished cleaning your part of the house when you finally allowed yourself to watch Angel cut the grass in the backyard. Grabbing two glasses of sweet tea, you went to stand in the doorway and watch Angel work. Even though they were gonna be trouble those grey sweatpants were a gift from god. They slung low enough on his hips that you could appreciated his Adonis belt. The sun beating down on him made him sweat and if it was possible you would pay an insane amount of money to be one of the sweat droplets rolling down his body.

He finally cut off the lawn mower and smiled at you perving at him. “Thank you,” he took the glass of sweet tea and chugged it down, some of it getting into his beard which made you think of other ways to get his beard wet. “All done cleaning?” He asked, backing you into the house. “Yeah,” you pulled him by the drawstrings until his phone started ringing. “Angel, no,” you whined, knowing it either wouldn’t be a short call or it would be call for him do club business.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. Angel apologized for the inconvenience and jumped in the restroom for a quick shower. Before he left, he apologized again and promised to make it up to you after the party at the clubhouse.

Angel dressing like a thot, being denied sex twice in one day, and being left alone to your own devices was not a good combination. You were doing a good job with keeping your brattiness tucked away, but when you were looking for an outfit for the party, your brattiness in the form of dark Kermit was bubbling up. In the end Kermit won.

As Angel predicted, you made it to the party before him and you were wearing the skirt, he specifically told you not to wear without him present. “Y/N, I’m begging you. Please, please go change.” The last time you wore something this risky at the clubhouse, Angel shoved you into EZ’s trailer and screwed you into tears on his bed. “Chill out, I brought my own car tonight. No one is going in your trailer.” That calmed him down only a tiny bit because he knew once his brother saw you, he was going to lose it.

“He’s gonna kill you, Y/N.” Gilly told you while glaring off anyone thinking of trying to talk to you. No one was gonna approach his friend’s girl while he was around. “The only thing he is gonna kill is,” EZ quickly interrupted you, “Please do not finish that sentence.”

Outside Angel and Coco had just arrived from across the border. “Hey man, y’all got some honeys down here.” Paul from the San Bernardino chapter ran up on them. Coco entertained him while Angel listened. He honestly hasn’t paid attention to any other women since you’ve came in your life. “Then there’s one chick, mannnnnnnn. If Gilly wasn’t acting like some damn guard dog I would’ve talked to her already.”

“Gilly got a girl?” Angel asked, opening the door. “Not to my knowledge.” Coco responded stepping in after his friend.

“Oh, there she is!” Paul pointed out to you talking to EZ and Gilly. “Man, it look like she got some good dick sucki-,” Abruptly Angel grabbed Paul by the collar. “I dare you to finish that fucking sentence.”

Paul saw the fire in Angel’s eyes, and he knew he made a big mistake. “Shit, Angel! My bad! I didn’t know she was your old lady. I won’t even look in her direction.”

“Keep it that way!” Angel pushed Paul away and made a beeline towards you. First, it was EZ that noticed him. Suddenly, the prospect was really into keeping the glasses clean. Then it was Gilly who walked away from you in mid conversation, leaving you confused until you felt the familiar mold of Angel’s body against. “You got ten seconds to walk to the backseat of your car or I’m throwing you over my fucking shoulder.” He whispered into your ear harshly while deceiving everyone else into thinking he was just giving you a hug and whispering sweet words in your ears.

The ten seconds started once he released you and you wasted no time. When Angel got like this it was better to shut up and listen. Angel ignored the ‘hellos’ and ‘what’s up, man’. He was on a mission and nothing would stop him. You were just about to open the car door when you noticed that your car was parked in front of the clubhouse. It was close enough for everyone to hear all the ungodly things Angel was about to do to you. “Aren’t you gonna move the car?” You asked when he was still behind you when you opened the back door. “Get in the got damn car,” he ordered through clenched teeth. You scrambled to get inside, from his tone you knew you didn’t want to press your luck. Once inside, Angel wasted no time. He folded you in half like a table, moved your panties to the side and dived in.

Usually when Angel ate you out, he’d warm you up. A kiss here, a kiss there, small slow torturous licks, but right now all that was thrown out the window. This was as brutal as to all the actual rough fucking he would do to you.

His teeth ran across your clit and it felt like he hit every single nerve. “Angel!” You shout out, reaching out to grab his hair, but he slapped your hand away. “Did I say you could touch my shit? Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But Daddyyy,” you whined, still making grabby hands. “What the fuck did I just say?” Angel grabbed ahold of your wrists in one hand and choked you with the other. “To keep my hands to myself.”

“Then do that shit,” he growled. He released you and went back to work. You had to settle for the handlebar by the window because Angel wasn’t easing up. In fact, he added two of his fingers furiously pumping into you. “Look at you creaming all over my fingers. You don’t even deserve them. What did I fucking tell you about this damn skirt?”

“Not to wear it.” You whimpered about to reach for his wrist, but then you remembered his warning to keep your hands to yourself. “Then you understand why daddy’s pissed. Especially when I got brothers from other chapters talking about how fine you are and how you got some good dick sucking lips.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy.” He hovered over you to give you a quick peck. “It’s okay, baby. You’ll make it up to me by screaming my name.”

Still keep his fingers in you, Angel suckled your bud. The combination of his cold rings in your heated core and his tongue flicking your clit, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “ANGELLLL, FUCKKKKKKK!” You screamed, beating on the surprisingly strong window.

“Keep cumming.” Angel’s voice was muffled by your pussy in his mouth, but you heard him clearly.

Finally, you calmed down but now you were jonesing for Angel’s dick. You went for Angel’s belt but he back away from you as far as the car allowed you to. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me please.”

“I needed you to be a good girl and listen, but we all can’t get what we want.” Angel felt bad when he saw your dejected little face. He decided to give you a little something else also you didn’t say his name enough for him to let everyone know you belong to him. “If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll give you something to hold you over.”

“I promise, I’ll be good!” Angel laughed at how quickly you agreed to it. He slid your panties off and scooted you closer to him. He grind his clothed groin against your bare one. The friction of the fabric of his jeans on your sensitive clit had you on the verge of tears. “Nah, don’t start that shit,” Angel slapped you. “We still have a party to attend.” Was this man fucking crazy? He expected you to face everyone after this?

Angel proceeded to dry hump you as if he was actually fucking you. “Oh my god, Angel! Just like that. Keep fucking me just like that daddy.” He bent down and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Yeah? You gonna cum all on Daddy’s jeans like a good little slut, huh?”

“Yes, please. I need it so bad, daddy.”

“Ok, just for you.” Angel pressed down on your hips and pummeled into you. “Angel, Angel, Angel,” you chanted his name over and over again while you came for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

Angel enjoyed your shuddering underneath him, but he couldn’t enjoy it for too long. You two had a party to get to. Taking your panties, he rolled them back up and then fixed your skirt. “When we get out of here you stand in front of me since you made a mess on my jeans, ok.”

“Ok,” Angel pulled you out of the car and smoothed out your clothes. While he did that you tried to clean his face since it was soaked with your juices, but he wouldn’t let you.

The two of you came back in the clubhouse, where the lights illuminated Angel’s face. Gilly was outside when everything happened and when he just saw Angel’s face he shuddered in disgust and called Angel a nasty fuck.

After Gilly left, Liza, head of the Angel Reyes fan club walked up to you two, but she completely ignored you. “Heyy Angel. You looked really good this morning. Sweatpants season suits you very well.” With no shame she dragged her eyes all over his body but was disappointed when you were blocking his crotch.

“Yeah, my girl got them for me. Thanks babe.” Angel turned to you, gave you a kiss, and allowed you to take advantage of it. You took control and basically were swapping spit with him in front of this girl. “Mmm, you taste just like me.” Swiping your thumb across Angel’s bottom lip, you collected some of your lip gloss and juices, and then put it in your mouth. Liza stomped off and Coco called y’all sick fucks.

Just like Angel said, he used you as a shield. The entire night you were stuck like glue. His beer got empty and when you attempted to get up to get him another, he slammed you back down on his lap and yelled at EZ to bring him another. Soon, you figured it had less to do with his now dried and stainless crotch and more to do with your short ass skirt.

The evil bastard also did it so you could constantly feel his erection. It was so bad that you would zone out and think about how great Angel would feel inside of you. You were so deep in your thots thoughts that you hadn’t realized Bishop came and asked you a question. The men around the table laughed at your confused huh and Bishop repeated his question. Quickly you recovered and gave him a smart answer.

“Can’t focus, mami?” Angel smiled against your neck and thrusted his hips, causing more friction between your legs.

Fucking tease! Two can play at that game. The rest of the night you would grind in his lap, making him lose his concentration. You were the reason he lost poker twice that night. Eventually he got tired of your antics and you two finally left the party.

“Imma hit the shower and get all this desert off me. How about you sit and get ready for daddy, hmm?” Angel didn’t wait for your answer and began stripping, leaving a trail of clothes from your bedroom to the bathroom. While he showered you put on your canary yellow Fenty lingerie set. It was one of the few Angel didn’t rip because he loved how it complimented your skin.

Usually Angel came out in a towel or butt ass naked but this time he came out with those damn sweats on. And just like that all the pumping up and the shit talking you did was gone. At this point you were gonna let Angel ruin you.

“Fuck querida, you’re beautiful.” Still standing, Angel bent over, buried his hands in your hair, and kissed you to the point that you almost forgot your own name.

When he ended the kiss, you could feel the energy shift. Daddy Angel was back in the building. He backed away to sit in the chair, but never turned his back on you, so you could keep an eye on his dick print. “Come crawl to Daddy, hermosa.” He crooked his finger at you.

As you made your way to him, he pulled his dick out. You wanted to get to him faster, but that wouldn’t be sexy at all, so you paced yourself. Angel didn’t make it easy for you though. He took his dick out and started stroking it.

Fuck that slow shit, you sped up some more causing Angel to chuckle. “Grab it.” Angel took his hand off of himself and you quickly replaced it with yours. “Feel that, mami? That’s all because of you.” It felt amazing to know you could cause this type of reaction out of Angel.

Normally, Angel would slap his dick in your face, but since he gave you free reign you did it yourself. You enjoyed the hiss that came from you slapped it on your tongue. “See that’s your dick, baby. Now suck it like it yours.” Angel laced his hands behind his head as you went to work.

Keeping your eyes on Angel, you swirled your tongue over the salty mushroom head and kissed the underside. “Stop teasing, querida.” Fluttering your eyes, you tapped his dick against your pursed lips. “What do you mean?” Taking a chunk of your hair, Angel pulled back your head. “You know what I mean. Start sucking or I’ll fuck your throat until no sound can come out of that smartass mouth of yours.”

It really shouldn’t have, but that little threat turned you on more. Behind your back you grabbed opposite elbows, you were gonna make Angel lose his mind with no hands. Easily (thanks to much practice), you took all of Angel in. Bobbing your head up and down you made your man squirm underneath you. “Fuck, just like that baby.” Angel was close, you could tell by the hitch in his voice. So, you played the dangerous game and backed off, only to give him slow, long licks.

“Y/N,” he growled your name in warning. “What?” You asked innocently while unhooking your bra, letting your breasts fall out. “Keep playing this game if you want to. You won’t think it’ll be funny in a little bit.”

To appease your man, you wrapped your tits instead of your mouth around his cock, stroking him that way while occasionally licking the head. “Shit, shit, shit.” Angel abruptly pulled away from you, lifted you from the ground, threw you on the bed, and ripped your panties off. “Angel!” He shoved his sweats off and pumped his cock while he climbed into bed. “I’ll buy you another set. Fuck I’ll buy you all the sets.”

Just like in the car Angel had your ankles by your ears, but this time he actually had his dick inside of you and your orgasm was automatic. “Damn, already? Who’s making you cream like this, mami?”

“You are Daddy,” you whined, clutching onto him. “Mmhmm that’s right. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!” You screeched when Angel’s fingers found your clit. “And whose dick is this?”

“Mines,” you yelled as Angel kept hitting that golden spot. “Then start acting like it! Ain’t no other bitch about to take it. This all your dick.”

Pulling Angel by the back of the neck, you kissed him. “Keep fucking me just like that, Daddy. I wanna cream all over my dick.”

“Yeah?” Angel tilted your chin and nipped at your lips. “You like when I fuck you like a whore?” Angel drew back, almost pulling all the way out and then snapped his hips against yours. “Good fucking pussy. Can I cum in my pussy?” You nodded your head furiously. “Yes daddy, fill me up please.”

With a couple of more snaps of his hips Angel had both of you screaming in ecstasy. Each of your orgasms prolonging the other’s. It felt like hours before either one of you caught your breath.

“Sooooo, is it a good or bad thing that I bought some more sweats?” Angel asked, already going down on you, not waiting for an answer.

“Good, definitely gooood!” You shrieked when you felt the first lick.

Thank god for sweatpants season.

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-The Sun And The Moon- Luna Lovegood x Female Reader

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Kody: My favorite girl, i’m also using the headcanon where Draco and Luna are cousins because i can.

Movie/Show: Harry Potter, ignoring the storyline, and the fact the weasley twins would have graduated already.

House/Year: Ravenclaw / 7th year

Summary: You and Luna had been together since you were both 14, with you being the more aggressive one in the relationship while Luna let things go rather quick. Luna always calmed you down enough to not blow up on people when they messed with her, but one comment pushes you over.

Possible Triggers/Warnings: if you think girls being with other girls is gross, get the hell off my page, slight Hermione slander, cursing, the fluff, Draco being a cool cousin,

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“I know your awake” Luna spoke, continuing to poke your face with her finger. “No i’m not” you respond, turning on your side, so you weren’t facing her anymore, hearing her disappointed whine as you did so. After a couple seconds of silence, you feel Luna poke your back.

“It’s pudding day. I know you're tired, but can you come with me to get some?” she says. Sometimes you wished you could say no to the girl, but it was impossible, it’s Luna were talking about here. Opening your eyes, you lay back on your back, looking up at Luna who was sitting up on the bed.

“Fine, but i’m not changing” you say, her lips turning upwards into her sweet smile. Cute. “That’s fine, i’ll grab our shoes” she says, pushing out the bed and going over to where you kept your shoes. It was a saturday so you did not feel like changing out of your comfortable pajamas.

getting up as well, you walk over to the long mirror that hung by your desk. Yeah, you looked like you gave zero fucks today, wearing a plain black graphic t-shirt and black sweats. While combing through your hair with your fingers, Luna stands behind you, her dirty blond hair all messed up.

“Hi” you say casually, like she had just walked in. Luna smiles and stands beside you, shaking her head a bit as she quite enjoyed the messy hair look. After that she wipes off her blue t-shirt and light grey sweats “Ready” Luna spoke and you nod, turning away from the mirror.

you both grab your shoes and slip them on. Luna puts on her red plaid converse and you just put on a plain black pair. After your laces were tied, you grabbed her hand and left the comfort of your dorm room for the glorious pudding that your more glorious girlfriend required.

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the great hall, seven minutes later

some students were sitting at tables, most likely not in their perspective house, because it was seven in the morning and no one wanted to be alive at the moment. Luna on the other hand looked like a first year who had just walked into honeydukes.

“Let’s sit next to Fred” Luna says, not giving you a second to answer as she pulls you, by your hand to the Gryffindor table. Luna plops down into the seat, next to Fred, while you took a seat beside her. Fred looked over at the both of you and smiled “Morning you two, didn’t think you get up”

“It’ pudding day” you say and with those few words Fred understood right away “Ah yes, pudding day. A lovely tradition” George cuts in, laughing along with his twin. Luna chuckles before scooping the chocolate desert into a bowl, a happy smile upon her face.

maybe getting out of bed wasn’t so bad afterall

you watch as Luna stuffed her face with pudding, which mde your heart warm a bit “You’ll surely get sick if you eat all of that” and the cuteness was over. You turn your head slightly, facing the Gryffindor girl, Hermione Granger “Good thing it isn’t your call then, huh?” you say back, giving her a dead stare.

continuing your unblinking gaze for a few seconds, it weirds Hermione out enough until she scoffs and turns back to her previous conversation. You had nothing against Hermione Granger, she was a sweet girl with smarts beyond you, but she had a little habit.

that habit being sticking her nose into other peoples business

on any other day you two would get along like any other good friends, but she always had to let you know her opinion even if you didn’t want to hear it or if you were doing something she deemed unhealthy, dangerous, stupid, she would tell you every possible outcome and how your future children would be cursed.

something like that

anyway, Hermione just pissed you off sometimes, end of story- well not really. You assumed Luna had not heard what Hermione said as she continued to munch on her food, which meant you went back to oddling her all while George and Fred made fun of you for doing so.

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courtyard, three hours later

“What about that one?” you say, pointing to the blue butterfly illustrated on the page. Luna smiles, running her thumb over the picture. “That’s the blue morpho butterfly, there so beautiful, but there only found in Latin America like Mexico or Colombia”

nodding long, you listened as she ranted on about the particular butterfly “Sounds like i have to take you to Mexico one day” you say, reaching your arm around her shoulder. Luna looks at you, her bright greyish blue eyes twinkingly “Really?” she had one of the brightest smiles you had ever seen.

you couldn’t help but grin back at her, leaning forward to kiss the side of her hair, catching the calming lavender scent she wore. “Of course, just need to graduate of course” you remind her. Luna nods before looking back at her book, flipping to another page.

“Hello”

looking up, your met with the platinum blond ‘Slytherin prince’, Draco Malfoy. He was by myself, which was usual and he took a seat in the grass, in front of you both “Malfoy” you greeted him and he nodded in your direction “L/n” he replied in the same formal tone.

then he looked at Luna and they both smiled at each other. Should probably mention that the both of them were distant cousins. Draco found out while digging through old family records a couple years ago and was surprisingly happy to have someone who wasn’t stuck up be blood related to him.

ever since then Draco would hang out with both of you when his friends weren’t available. You had always known Draco as a rude and crude boy, but after watching him and Luna interact just showed you he was alone and needed family, one that didn’t judge him.

you and Malfoy naturally became close as well, considering you and Luna were together long before he figured out they were related. He jokingly called you his future sister in law, which didn’t make much sense if you thought about it long enough, but whatever.

Luna liked him, but then again Luna saw the good in everyone and everything. You were afraid her optimism would get her hurt, you even voiced those concerns at one point, multiple times actually, but Luna would say the same thing each time.

‘your always there, so what do i have to worry about?’

“What are you reading?” Draco asked, leaning in to look at the cover of the book. Luna lifts it up from her lap so the title is visible “Butterfly encyclopedia?” he read aloud, his eyebrows furrowing at the words while Luna’s face lit up “Yes! i put a bookmark for one i think you might like”

Luna leant forward, pushing away from you so she could lay the book onto the grass, the place on your arm where she laid her head turned cold instantly as well. Luna flipped through the pages vigorously until she stopped on a page that had a pressed flower between the folds.

“What’re you all doing out here?”

and there she was. You look up at Hermione, giving her a two finger salute “Relaxing” you reply “and reading about butterflies, would you like to know the one i picked for you, Hermione?” Luna adds, holding up the book while Draco avoiding speaking to the Gryffindor entirely.

he was actually writing down the name of the butterfly Luna picked out for him. Hermione gives her a polite smile and shakes her head “No i have more important things to do, no offense of course” she says and Luna smiles before turning back to Draco

that was the most backhanded shit you ever heard

after that Hermione looked at you and waved her hand, signalling you to come over to her. You exhale deeply and push off the ground, pressing a kiss to Luna’s hair before walking to Hermione. She leads you a few feet away before turning to face you, planting her feet in the grass.

“Have you or Luna studied for your N.E.W.T’s at all this month?” she asked, her head tilting as if she was analyzing your posture. “Yeah we did a week ago, we were supposed to this morning but-” before you could explain yourself, not that it was any of her business, she cut you off.

“Too busy sleeping in, eating an unhealthy amount of pudding, reading pointless books on butterflies, walking around in your pjs, or hanging out with that git Malfoy” she suggested. You swore your eye visibly twitched at her statement.

“No” you started with bit more attitude then you wanted to add, crossing your arms over your chest “Luna was sleep walking, she almost made it into the forbidden forest, so i stayed up all night patching up her feet and watching her.” the way Hermione’s face fell almost made you double over in laughter right there.

but she wasn’t going to back down easily “Then you seriously need to study, i have a group set up for tonight” she says, a prideful smile decorating her freckled cheeks. “Sorry, but i’m studying tonight with Draco and his friends in the Slytherin house” you couldn’t help but grin.

“Why would you even bother with him, he’s a no good bully” she questions and she was kinda right, but Draco dulled on his bullying years ago when he met Luna and yourself “Because he’s Luna’s cousin and my friend” you say, you swore you have repeated these words back to her a million times already.

“Now i have to go, see you later Granger” you wave your hand lazily before going back over to your small group. Draco looked up, taking a glance behind you. He snorts, shaking his head “What’s up her ass?” he asked, making you smile.

“The usual”

he nods “I’m still a bad influence, huh” he said, mostly to himself “I don’t think your a bad influence, Draco” Luna reassures him, making him smile. That was actually really cute. After a couple seconds of silence the Slytherin boy looks between both you and Luna more than once.

“You two are nothing alike”

his comment caught you by surprise, so you just nervously laugh “We have some things in common” you say, trying to defend your relationship of course. Draco notices, beginning to laugh a bit “Not like that, i mean that you both have different personalities, but my mold well together”

now curious, you wave your hand, gesturing him to continue his explanation.

“It’s like the sun and the moon, Y/n you're all hot headed and very opinionated, definitely not afraid to speak those said opinions either, but at the end of the day the sun comes down and the moon comes up, which would be Luna, quiet with a calming glow” Draco said, pulling apart a piece of grass.

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hogsmeade, the next day

the study group with the Slytherins was more pleasant than you expected, you actually liked hanging out with Pansy, she was a cool chick. Anyway, now you and Luna were walking around hogsmeade wondering what to do. Luna wore a multi-colored sweater with bright blue pants and her usual red plaid shoes.

super cute

you on the other hand wore something a little darker like a black and grey flannel, black pants with a matching shirt- well it was going to be a shirt until Luna surprised you with a lace tank top that showed a bit of your stomach, your weren’t super comfortable as you liked clothes that covered you up.

but you could always button up your flannel if it bothered you that much

“Where are we going again?” you ask, completely forgetting what she had said minutes ago. “Madam Puddifoot's for tea” Luna said, walking alongside you. You nod “Ah yes, tea. Didn’t Madam Puddifoot tell you she didn’t have tea with Gnome Saliva?” you remind her.

Luna smiles, at what you don’t know but chose not to question it nonetheless “My dad sent me some last week, so all i have to do is add it myself” she explains “So that’s what those vials were in my chest” you connect the dots as Luna laughs.

“Were here”

looking up, you saw the pink wood and grey stone shop. You could see the small cakes on display, in front of the glass. You would have to get a couple of those- for research purposes of course. You stepped in front of Luna so you could pull the door open for her.

she smiles and steps inside, you following after her. The smell of the shop was just as delightful as you remember and slightly overwhelming at the same time. As you expected there were multiple couples on dates, or casually- not so casually making out. Gross.

(i’m guessing her personality as i don’t want to spoil myself for Hogwarts Mystery, hope you understand)

“Miss Luna and Miss Y/n, how are you this evening?” Madam Puddifoot spoke from behind the counter, you look to your left to meet the gaze of the black haired older woman, giving her a polite smile “Were doing just fine, just here to pick up some loose herbal tea”

Madam Puddifoot nods and turns around to seemingly pick up those packets for you. As you and Luna wait for a moment, your eyes wander to out the window to the shop across the Teashop. Across the tacky little shop was a darker colored store, a sign reading ‘Fine Jewelry’.

“I’m going to check something out, will you be alright alone?” you say, slowly tearing your gaze away from the shop. Luna looks up at you and nods, smiling lightly “Sure, yeah” she says, not minding at all. You smile and lean down to give her a quick kiss before letting go of her hand.

walking to the door, you push it open and walk out, closing it behind you. You look back, making sure Luna wasn’t watching you walk into the store and sped walked into the jewelry shop. It smelt fancy, if that made any sense. It was like expensive looking to say the least.

“Y/n?”

what a surprise, in front of you was Draco Malfoy along with his mates Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini. “Malfoy, Nott, Zabini, and Pansy” you say, smiling at the end. Pansy grins and raises her hand to give you a high five.

“I feel slightly betrayed. Anyway, what’re you doing in here, i thought i saw you with Luna like an hour ago?” Draco asked, tilting his head. You point behind you to the Teashop “She’s getting tea and cakes so i took the opportunity to look at rings”

Draco’s grey eyes widen a bit at your statement and you immediately knew where his mind went “Pump the brakes ferret, i’m getting a promise ring. I’m not proposing” you said quickly. Draco’s expression fell abit, causing his mates around him to laugh. “He just can’t wait to be a flower girl” Pansy commented.

“I would be a great flower boy” Draco portested, making you smile at the thought, but yeah he would. As they laughed amongst themselves you began to walk around the shop. Nothing seemed to interesting, Luna liked simple things and all of these were over the top.

even though you were looking for one single ring, you made your way over to the sets, they had rings for couples and poly couples, but you just stuck with couples. Nothing over there was catching your attention as well, until you got to the very end.

you instantly knew you needed those rings, it was just to perfect, That was until you saw the price which read ‘150 galleons’ fuck, you only had maybe 90 saved up back at your dorm and 20 in your bag on you. It was like the universe was taunting you.

backing away, you were ready to leave the shop defeated “Yeah i’ll take that set, the one for 150. Just bill it to Lucius Malfoy” Draco spoke. What the fuck. You look at him dumbfounded as the shopkeep got two black velvet boxes, putting each ring in it.

the older man gave Draco a smile “I hope that lucky girl appreciates it” he said. Draco nods “Oh i hope so” he says and walks over to you, handing you the two boxes. “you must really want to be a flower boy” you joked, making him chuckle. He nudges your shoulder with his hand “Yeah totally”

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once you were out the shop, your eyes were glued onto the boxes wondering how and when you should give it to Luna. While distracted you shoulder checked somebody walking by and not being a total asshole, you whip round to apologize.

“Oh Granger, sorry for bumping into you. I zoned out” you explain. Hermione gives you a polite smile. She was with Harry and Ron “Potter, Weasley. How are you?” you asked, not wanting them to think you were ignoring them or something.

“Just looking around, Ron already spent all his galleons on sweets” Harry says, smiling at the end. Ron whacks his friends shoulder, clearly betrayed by the outing of his sweet addiction. “Oh that’s alright, i think Luna is spending all hers on tea and cakes” you laugh.

both Ron and Harry laugh along with you while Hermione gives you a confused smile “Your not going to stop her?” she asked, no you were slightly confused as well. Shrugging your shoulder, you shake your head “I’m her girlfriend not her babysitter”

“Well of course, but shouldn’t you encourage her to save her galleons on more important things?” Hermione suggested and you understood her logic, but she was still budding into something that wasn’t her business....again. “It’s important to her, so no i’m not going to do that. Thank you for the suggestion though”

in that moment, she saw both ring boxes in your hand. Following her gaze, you shove the boxes into each of your flannel pockets “What are those?” she asked almost instantly “Stuff” you replied vaguely as an arm wrapped round your shoulder. Oh yeah Draco was still there.

“Let’s go get some butterbear, yeah?” he suggests as Theo, Blaise, and Pansy crowd around you two, like some protective friend circle. The Gryffindors did not like the presence of your Slytherin company .“Ooo butterbear sounds great” Luna smiles, when did she get here?

she comes up to your side, grabbing your hand, her paper bag in the other “Hello Hermione, Harry, Ron” she greets happily. She clearly didn’t notice the awkward tension that filled the air. Harry and Draco were glaring daggers at each other, have any of them blinked?

“How bout you and Luna come hang out with us?” Hermione offered, but was shut down by Parkinson “Yeah they’ll pass. Thanks though” Pansy gave her a pouty condescending smile. Oh shit. Luna seemed to sense something was off now and shook her head “We have a study group after butternear, maybe another time?”

“I-” Hermione started but Draco turned around, holding onto your shoulder “Don’t be a sore loser Granger” he said before you all walked away, leaving the Gryffindor’s in your metaphorical dust.

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the halls of hogwarts, a week later

the Hermione problem progressively got worse, it was like she’d show up out of nowhere and bug you about everything. How Luna dressed, how she spent her money, how she spent her time, her zoning out, the sleepwalking and on and on and on and fucking on!

you were so annoyed and over giving her polite answers at this point, but you had to manage. As you walk out of charms you hear your name being called. Fuck. “Granger” you say, pursing your lips together into an annoyed smile. “Hello Y/n, i wanted to talk to you in private”

you look around, gesturing to the empty hall and continued to walk “Yes?” you say. Hermione leans in a bit, making you lean the other way. Boundaries much? “I saw the ring boxes” she confesses, well fuck. “Okay?” you said, wondering where this conversation was going.

“What your doing is a bad idea” she says with a disappointed look on her face, what was she? Your mother? “Excuse me?” you said, slightly offended at her weird choice of words. “You can't just run off and elope, you have responsibilities here Y/n”

oh, this is hilarious

“Hermione, first of all they are promise rings, not engagement rings. Second of all, it’s none of your concern what i do with my life” you said, rather harshly while jabbing your finger at her chest. She seemed weirded out by what you were doing.

she swats your hand away “You know you are so rude! I’m only trying to help!” she says, trying to defend herself but you just laugh bitterly. “I don’t want your fucking help Hermione!” you shout back. A small crowd started to gather as the halls were filling up with students leaving class.

“It’s not my fault you and Luna are screw ups!” she shouts. Now, your mother always taught you to never use a spell on anyone unless they deserved it and you were positively sure she deserved it. You quickly pulled out your wand, but Hermione catches on, taking hers out as well.

“Expelliarmus!” you shout and her wand was blasted out her hand. Hermione looked disgusted with your behaviour “You are just a loony as Luna!” she yells at a last attempt. You raise your wand again, your mind running on autopilot. You didn’t even know what spell to use, but that didn’t matter.

all you knew was that you wanted to hurt her, but when your wand was grabbed from you, what were you to do now? Your head snapped towards the direction the pale hand came from and you were met with the worried eyes of Luna Lovegood.

the illusion had been broken, Luna now knew how Hermione really felt about her, but she felt as if she knew all along and ignored the possibility. She looked at Hermione, who had collected her wand form the floor, avoiding her gaze in shame.

Luna pursed her lips together before grabbing your hand, just like the million times before “Let’s go” she spoke quietly.

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astronomy tower, fifteen minutes later

the walk to the astronomy tower was silent, too silent. On any other day Luna would have been ranting about nargles, but she was too busy being lost in her mind while fiddling with her cork necklace. It started to worry you a bit, almost as if it was you who had done something wrong.

now you both were leaning on the railing, looking out at the castle grounds as the cold air blew against your face “What would you have done to Hermione if i hadn’t stopped you?” Luna asked, still not looking at you. You answered honestly “I don’t know”

“That’s not good, not knowing” Luna says before more silence filled the air “i know that people think i’m strange or loony. It doesn’t bother me as i like being strange or loony. If i wasn’t i wouldn’t be me” you felt her hand squeeze yours reassuringly “So why does it bother you?”

“because your my girlfriend, it’s like in the description to defend you, plus there assholes” you snear. Luna moves closer, leaning her head against your shoulder “i don’t want you to defend me anymore. I wouldn’t like seeing you get in trouble”

“It’s not that easy” you protest, but feel her shake her head “I’ll teach you my ways- ow!” she suddenly pulls away. You look at her, instantly thinking you had scratched her somehow “Are you okay?” you ask, looking at her exposed skin for any marks.

she laughs quietly “yes i’m fine, i think something poked my through your robe” she says, rubbing her side. You laugh along with her until you realized what had poked her. The box- well boxes. Should you? Was it the right time? fuck it.

“Uh- actually. I have something for you- for us?” you say and reach into the inside pocket of your uniform. Luna looked curious “For us? How peculiar.” she teases, making you roll your eyes. You pull out both of the boxes, one had the first initial one her name and the other had the first initial of yours.

Luna’s eyes widened upon looking at the boxes “i’m not proposing!” you say before she could speak a word and a look of relief washed over her face “Okay” she breathed out. You hold out her box, but she takes yours instead “What-” “I want to see yours first, so i can put it on you and vise versa”

your heart couldn’t handle it

smiling brightly, you nod “Okay” you watch as she opens your box, her eyes lighting up as she’s met with the silver band with jagged grooves and a sun engraved into it. “A sun” she said out loud s you opened yours, pulling the similar ring out, but this one had a moon instead of sun.

you reach and grab her hand once again, sliding the moon ring onto her ring finger. She smiled, using her thumb to twist and turn it. Before she got totally distracted, she shook her head and grabbed your hand, repeating the same actions.

you both stared at your rings for a stupidly amount of time before Luna throws her arms around you “I love it!” she exclaims, making the smile on your face even brighter if possible. “i’m glad you do.” you whisper, holding her close to you.

pulling away you give her a quick kiss that wouldn’t have been so quick if you weren’t surrounded by idiots. “That was so cute!” the voice of Pansy shouted. You and Luna pull away from each other to watch as an invisibility cloak fell off your slytherin friends.

“Pansy!” all three boys yell before looking down in shame. “Oh fuck off, i couldn’t hold it in” Pansy snapped. draco picked the cloak off the floor, shoving it at her chest “It took me hours to steal this from Potter and you had to go and ruin it!” he accused.

“How did i ruin it!?”

“I believe Draco said to not make any noise while under the cloak as to not disturb Luna and Y/n” Theo points out, causing Pansy to send a glare his way, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest. They all start to argue while you and Luna look at each other wondering how you had friends like this.

“I love you” Luna spoke, holding your hand up to kiss your finger. You smile and repeat the same action with hers “I love you too Luna”

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lovestrucked-again · 4 years

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Delirium VI

Summary: After being kidnapped and claimed by the notorious mafia leader, he offers you a 7 day period where you’ll be given the option after of staying or leaving. Until then, you’re stuck, whether you like it or not.

Pairing: Mafia leader X female reader Word count: 2.9k

Series Genre & Warning: SMUT, fingering, Explicit content, mafia gang, possessive, toxic, yandere like personality, humiliation, multiple orgasms, rough, orgasm denial, begging, orgasm control, praise, teasing, dildo, blowjob, sex

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Day 3 continued

Time flows like cement. The emptiness of the apartment finally apparent as you stay seated on the couch, watching the empty walls. You unlock the phone Taeyong had left behind for you for the 1000th time in the hour. A minute had passed since you last checked an hour ago, or so it seems.

You stare at the plasma screen, sat in the centre of the couch, like an unwelcome mirror. You try not to look, but with the it switched off, the reflected messy appearance of yourself stares back at you. The screen should mean fantasy, looking at the lives of others – not a poor copy of yourself. You begin to drift into an unpleasant daydream or is it a paranoid fantasy; Recalling the previous days, the experiences you had, the kidnapping. Was staying here the right thing?

“So bored.” You mutter to yourself, pacing the length of the hallway to the door, your steps slowing down each time you reach the handle. “Fuck it.”

Your hand creeps to the cold metal surface, the tingling sense flooding your body as you grip it tightly. Gently, you tug the handle down till it reaches the point where the gears click, the pieces inside slotting perfectly in place allowing you to push the door open. You open it slowly, permitting only a tiny gap to take a glimpse outside.

The limited view shows only the wall across you, so you push a little further, granting you a wider sight of the silent hallway. There’s more apartment houses on the opposite side of you and you assume there’s probably more on your side as well. When you turn to look at your left, the first thing that catches your attention is the figure only a metre away from where you stand.

The man doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze focused on the empty wall ahead of him with his stance uncomfortably straight. You glance over his outfit, noticing the plain darkness and absence of colour, unknowingly missing the gun slotted at the side of his waist. What’s up with that guy.

Satisfying your momentary boredom, you tug the door back towards you, retreating into the apartment and closing the door quietly. You shuffle towards the couch, sinking into the furniture as you reach for the TV remote and flick on a movie.

About half-way into the movie your legs become stiff and you sigh, stretching them out and adjusting your position. At the same time, you reach forward for the phone you had placed on the coffee table, checking for the time.

Surprisingly its already early afternoon and there’s a few missed messages from Taeyong.

[Taeyong]: Everything okay at home?

[Taeyong]: Baby?

[Y/N]: Sorry I’m watching a movie

[Taeyong]: What are you watching?

[Y/N]: Despicable me 2

[Y/N]: Aren’t you busy?

[Taeyong]: You should wait for me to watch that with you :(

[Taeyong]: Yeah, I have to go now. I just wanted to check on you

[Taeyong]: I’ll be home soon.

[Y/N]: Okay, bye

Watching the movie makes things pass really quickly. The second series finishes in what feels like only a few long minutes before the third movie pops up. You click into it, deciding to finish the series and fall back into a comfortable position. With perfect timing, you hear the doorbell ring as the credits begin to roll at the end and you dash to the door. Squinting into the little eye hole you look through to see who it is.

“Open up baby.”

Eagerly, you turn the handle down and push the door back slowly and Taeyong comes into view. The faint colour in his cheeks before he left has disappeared and your met with a man who seems to be utterly exhausted. He smiles softly when he sees you in the baggy shirt he had helped you into from earlier in the day and spreads his arms invitingly.

You beam back at up at him and move closer to his figure. He pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace is warm, and his strong arms seem protective wrapped around your body, shielding you from everything deemed evil in the world. The feel of your body so close to his seems to soothe him more than he expects. He lets out a deep sigh before pulling away.

“How was your day?” he asks, picking up the bag he had placed on the floor before.

“It was very relaxing.” You tell him, reflecting on the past couple of hours of sitting lazily on the couch.

“That sounds nice.” He hums, slipping out of his shoes easily and taking your hand. “I bought you something. I think you’ll like it.”

Your ears perk up at the mention, “What is it?”

He places the gift bag onto the kitchen bench, the red silky ribbon tied into a large bow around the straps. “Open it.”

You look at him nervously and he shifts his eyes to the bag, waiting. You take the package gingerly from the bench as if expecting something to pop out and bite you. When it fails to do so, you draw the ribbon off and pull apart the sides of the bag.

Inside, nestled within layers of tissue paper, is a long red dress. You lift it out and hold it against yourself in awe, “it’s beautiful!” you murmur, trailing your hand against the fabric.

“It’s for tonight, I’m taking you out for dinner.” Taeyong grins, his eyes are much more energetic now that his seen you and you can’t help but smile back at him.

“Thank you.”

“Go get dressed, I want to see how you look in it.”

You cling onto the dress and hurriedly disappear into the bedroom, removing Taeyong’s oversized shirt off and covering yourself with the flowing red dress. Taeyong waits for several minutes before the door finally opens and you slip through timidly. He offers a hand out to you, helping you stand properly without tripping over the hem, “You look stunning.”

The dress is far more formal than what you’re accustomed to; the elaborate ornamentation in the front and the plunging neckline that revealed the sides of your breasts. The dress was a perfect fit, sliming at the sides of your waist without squeezing tightly.

He takes your hand and pulls you closer, placing his other hand at your waist, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” When you turn to hide the heat in your cheeks, he tugs you back to meet his gaze and you whimper in protest, using your hands to cover your embarrassment. “You’re mine.”

“I’m not yours Taeyong.” You whisper, the shivers going down your spine.

“Soon to be mine?”

You blush, turning away and he grins, soon enough.

***

You leave the apartment together, heading out into the city streets as an unknown man to you drives the vehicle to the restaurant. Inside the car, no one is able to notice you, the heavily tinted windows doing its job. It’s not until you step foot outside that you feel the eyes of every passing stranger on you. You lower your head, your arms crossing over each other instinctively to hide the exposing feeling around your cleavage.

The interior design of the restaurant is dimly lit with the air thick of different scents. Waiters pass by you, carrying elegantly presented dishes of a vast variety; seafood, steak, noodles. In the centre of the ceiling, the lights of a chandelier carry the feature look.

Taeyong leads you with your arm linked in his, walking at a slower pace than his usual to the front counter, “I have a reservation for Taeyong.”

The waiter clicks into the electronic device before giving a small nod, “This way please,”

He guides you down the open area where you observe the other customers, noticing everyone was just as beautifully dressed and suited to the restaurant. You look down at your own dress, and to Taeyong beside you, this isn’t where I belong.

The waiter places the two menu’s down at an empty table and moves to the side, allowing the two of you to take a seat before he continues. As you’re about to remove your arm locked with Taeyong’s, he pauses, holding onto your wrist gently to stop you.

“I requested for a private area.”

The waiter furrows his eyebrows and mumbles something as he taps at the screen of an iPad, searching for the extra notes that would’ve mentioned it. “Sorry sir, it seems that the request wasn't made.”

“Then take the request in now.” Taeyong demands, his voice stern and expression unfriendly. You linger awkwardly at his side, feeling a little scared at his change in attitude and feeling sorry for the poor man who was merely doing his job.

“I-I’m afraid our private rooms are all reserved for this evening.” He stutters out.

Taeyong lets out an irritated sigh, “Get your manager.”

“Sir – ”

You take the chance to butt in quickly, “That’s okay, we’ll take this spot.” You smile gently at the waiter, letting him know it’s okay and he mumbles a quick apology before scampering away. “I like this spot; it’s got a nice view.”

The tender warmth returns back to his eyes as he beams into a wide smile, “As long as you like it then.”

Dinner seems to be almost magical in a sense. It’s the first time you’ve had a proper conversation with him for an extended period of time without involving some sort of physical interaction. He guides most of the talk, asking you questions about your childhood, your friends and family. You attempt to ask about his as well but he shuts the discussion off quickly, spinning the focus back to you.

When the meal’s over, he excuses himself to take a call and you sit patiently at the table; enjoying the feeling. It almost feels like I’m Cinderella in the prince’s castle. You look around and see Taeyong standing near the exit, calmly talking into his phone. You decide it’s probably safe to quickly dash to the bathroom before he returns.

You place the napkin on the table and get up from your chair, walking towards the bathroom signs. The women’s bathroom is just as expected, spotlessly clean and modern suited to the style of the place. Your heels click as you start making your way back to the table. When you turn into the hallway, the first thing that catches your attention is the man’s smile. Even from where he stands; a few metres down from you, he leans against the wall with a detestable, disturbing smile almost formed into a sinister snarl.

Suddenly, the man begins to shuffle towards you, “I don't think I’ve seen you around here,” he murmurs, revealing his torn tongue and blood-stained teeth as he speaks. “Are you alone?”

You look around urgently, praying he wasn't talking to you and that there was someone else nearby. As expected, you’re alone. “N-No, I’m with my boyfriend.” You stutter out, deliberately choosing the word boyfriend as you stand frightened and still.

“Really? That’s such a shame.” The man takes a step closer; blocking the light source from behind him as he moves so you’re no longer able to see his face, “I saw you sitting alone at the table,” his shoes squeak louder as he approaches, “So, I think you’re lying to me.”

The man brings a hand to the back of your head as you stay stiff, unable to remove your stare at his uneven disgusting teeth. He moves his face closer to yours, letting you breathe in the suffocating putrid odour of rotten eggs that surround him. His hand sneaks to the end of your hair and he tugs it back harshly, “bitch.”

Your body falls back with his sudden movement and your arms grip desperately onto his to release his hold. “Let me go!” you scream, attempting to pry his fingers off the hold he has around your ponytail. He smirks and laughs, yanking harder as you struggle against him.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off her.” You’re unable to lift your head up to see who it is but the voice is already recognisable to you.

“Lee Taeyong? Wow, what are the chances of seeing you here.” The guy voices in awe.

Taeyong begins to approach the two of you, his footsteps becoming louder against the marble floor, “I said, get your hands off of her.”

The man refuses, completely oblivious “Why? What’s it to you, this is my area.”

“She’s mine.”

“Yours? What a joke.”

Taeyong begins to click his tongue in annoyance, becoming more and more irritated as the guy threatens to test his patience. “Fucking hell.” He mutters, taking a quick step forward and kicking the man in the shin unexpectedly. The guy cries out in pain, instantly letting you go and you rush over to Taeyong’s side, taking his outstretched hand.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, gently patting your hair

“Yeah I am, do you know him?” you ask, curious as to what he meant earlier.

“No.” Taeyong seethes, his teeth clenched shut as he glares at the man.

“She doesn't know? Wow aren’t you in a for a surprise sweetheart.” The man laughs knowingly while rubbing at his knee.

You look over at him and flicker your gaze back over to Taeyong, “What does he mean?”

“Nothing, he’s drunk. Let’s go.”

“Wai-”

Before you’re able to complete your sentence, Taeyong’s gripped onto your wrist, dragging you towards the exit while your forced to keep up with him, stumbling continuously over your dress.

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“What did he mean Taeyong? Why aren’t you telling me?” you beg desperately kicking off your heels at the entrance of the doorway.

“I told you Y/N, he was drunk. He was spitting shit out.” He fumes, tired of repeating himself to you.

You laugh sarcastically at him, “I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t have time to deal with your childish questions right now. I’m busy, go to bed.”

“You’re calling me childish? Really?” you counter, arms crossed as you follow him into a smaller room; presumably his study area or office.

“Get out before I snap your fucking neck.” He warns, the words rolling out of mouth by habit as his anger begins to boil.

“Wow violent much? Is this how you threaten people?” you add, unphased and equally irked as he is.

“Don’t push me, Y/N. Get out.”

“No.”

“If you were even half as smart as you think you are, you wouldn’t still be here.”

“If you were half as angry as you pretend to be I’d have a black eye and broken ribs. I don't need you verbally pissing all over me just because you can’t seem to control your own emotions!” You yell, your hands balled into fists around the material of the dress.

“Y/N.”

“I don’t understand, I asked you a question, you said we should get to know each other more. You avoided all the topics of your past and your relationships so I complied, I didn't push it. But surely you can answer something about your present. Do you think everyone has it easy? Or do you just target everyone else and claim to be the only victim? Is that wh-”

“I told you to shut up.”

With all your emotions finally run dry and the rage driving through your body, you mutter out a quick “fuck you,” before storming out of his office and into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Taeyong falls back against his seat, watching the back of your figure disappear before he slams a fist against the table in frustration, The fucking guy and his mouth. He pulls at the strands of his hair as he sits head against the table, staring at the ground below.

On the other hand, you had already sprawled yourself over the bed, screaming into the pillow as you mutter an incoherent string of curses, fucking idiot, fucking dumbass, idiot, I hate him.

The exhaustion hits suddenly, your mind falling victim to the soft fabric and mental fatigue from the day. Eventually, Taeyong knocks at the bedroom door, “Can I come in?” he asks cautiously, worried you’re still upset.

When there’s no reply he panics, “Baby?”

He twists the door open hurriedly and swings the door back searching for you. He relaxes a little seeing your sleeping frame on the bed still dressed in the formal wear. He walks over quietly and carefully; he unzips the top of the dress wiggling it down your sleeping figure trying not to wake you in the process. You turn and let out a soft whimper and Taeyong feels his spine run cold hearing it, his knees almost giving out. He pulls the dress down in one go, and it slips off easily. Your body rolls to the side, shivering slightly at the sudden loss of warmth.

With your dress finally off, Taeyong finally removes himself of his clothes leaving only his boxers before he goes under the covers of the sheets. He lifts the sheets up gingerly, trying to bring it up to cover you as well.

When he’s finally satisfied he rolls onto his side, looking at you. Your features seem much softer in sleep; peaceful. And he wanted nothing more than to bring your body into his, wanting you to curl up into his body like the night before. But he pulls the blanket up over your shoulder instead, turning back around and falling asleep. ___

I’ll bring back the smut next chapter ;) Feedback always welcome and appreciated <3

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mybg3notebook · 3 years

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Gale: Hypothesis and Analogies – Part 2

Here, I will compile several hypotheses that are pretty common to find around and I will express my opinion on them showing what EA has given us so far to justify them or not.

Disclaimer Game Version: All these analyses were written up to the game version v4.1.104.3536 (Early access). As long as new content is added, and as long as I have free time for that, I will try to keep updating this information. Written in June 2021.

Disclaimer about interpretations of Real Life concepts: I’m not a fan of bringing real life issues into plain analogies/allegories in a game which intention in doing so was not made explicit, but the fandom seems to like this aspect and therefore I would like to share those opinions here as well since some seems reasonable despite not being of my taste. This topic may be sensitive for some people. Be aware of it.

Hypothesis: Gale is a gaslighter

Concept

Gaslighting is a form of psychological manipulation in which a person or a group covertly sows seeds of doubt in a targeted individual or group, making them question their own memory, perception, or judgement. It may evoke changes in them such as cognitive dissonance or low self-esteem, rendering the victim additionally dependent on the gaslighter for emotional support and validation. Using denial, misdirection, contradiction,and disinformation, gaslighting involves attempts to destabilise the victim and delegitimise the victim's beliefs.

A gasligther's ultimate goal is to make their victim second-guess their choices and to question their sanity, making them more dependent on the abuser. Fandom does an incredible misuse of this word (and similar ones), that over-magnifies situations which don't have those dimensions. For example, it’s pretty common to read in this fandom that Wyll “gaslights” Tav when he denies that his eye is a sending stone. Gaslighting and lying are not synonymous at all.

Then, what's the difference? A person usually lies by either withholding or concealing information, or falsifying information and presenting it as true.

Gaslighting is similar to lying, but a gaslighter will also be attempting to confuse the other person by flipping a situation and putting the blame onto them, making them doubt their perception of events and second guess themselves. Typically the gaslighter is either trying to avoid taking responsibility for something and they want someone else to take responsibility, or they are trying to gain control over someone because they have an agenda.

So basically, gaslighting is about flipping, attacking, confusing and blaming, gaining power over another, and trying to get someone else to take responsibility for their bad behaviour. But lying doesn’t involve flipping, attacking or blaming and the liar isn’t trying to get someone else to take responsibility for their behaviour, they are merely hiding information for personal reasons.

Inside the context of BG3

Honestly, nothing of this is happening with Gale, not even with Wyll and his denial about the sending stone. Gale and Wyll are hiding personal information, but without any interest to control Tav. In fact, the one holding power is Tav: the leader of the group that no companion questions. It's clear for any player that Tav has so much power over the group that they can kill any of the companions without consequences.

Unlike an average gaslighter, Gale is well aware that his dire situation is the product of his own mistakes; the folly of his young self who believed that Mystra's love would last forever. We also learnt in the Loss scene that he deeply regrets this situation and during the Revelation scene he makes it clear over and over again that the only one to blame is “the silly wizard who did not accept a no from a goddess”, while being quite oblivious of the power imbalance his young self was in (here is where the grooming interpretation comes. Read Part 1 for details). Gale never disrespected Tav's opinions, confusing them or dismissing them. Gale can agree or disagree with Tav, and be very clear about it, but like an expected scholar, his disagreements are done with sensible touch and respecting Tav's individuality. In the only moment where Gale is aggressive due to dissidence is during the conversation after the goblin party or in his final scene before leaving the party when he is very low approval. But it's more than understandable since Tav forced him to be part of evil acts he did not want to participate in (after all, he is a good-aligned character, as Sven said it in PAX).

Even Wyll, lying straight to Tav's face about his stone eye, is not even gaslighting. Gaslighting is about power, control, and submission of the other. I would really like the fandom to learn the context of the words they use.

Hypothesis: Gale is a narcissist

Concept

Another word that fandom can't grasp and misuses so lightly. The difference between a narcissist and a cocky person or a high self-esteem person is big.

A narcissist is not just someone who loves themselves in excess and has a big ego. A narcissist is a person that has very specific character traits, the three main are: having a sense of entitlement, being exploitative, and being empathy impaired, or having a complete lack of empathy for others.

Sense of entitlement: A narcissist views themselves as superior and special and better than everyone else, so they think they should be treated that way. They have delusions of grandeur and a sense of omnipotence and grandiosity that makes them feel entitled to have whatever they want.

They see their needs and desires as a priority and more important than anyone else’s; they are ruthless in getting them fulfilled. They crave admiration and adoration and will demand attention, but they will not give anything in return. They’ll punish others if they don’t get what they want. They don’t care about the consequences because they don’t believe consequences apply to them, since they think they are above reproach.

Being exploitative: Because of their sense of entitlement, the narcissist needs to exploit and use others to get what they want. Exploitative behaviour includes: intimidation, manipulation, control, plotting, conspiring, strategising, teasing, bullying, threats, being aggressive and passive-aggressive. They take advantage and treat people unfairly . They do only what is best for themselves in order to achieve their own goals. Due to their lack of conscience they will not feel any remorse or concern for the person they use and exploit. Instead they will just feel excitement and pleasure at having gained what they believe is rightfully theirs.

Lack of empathy: Empathy is the ability to put oneself in someone else’s shoes, and imagine what they are feeling, understanding those feelings. Narcissists lack this ability, so they do not concern themselves with other people's feelings, showing little compassion for others. This lack of empathy means they have no problem taking advantage of people or hurting them when they exploit or degrade them for their own means, and they have no conscience or awareness about the pain they cause in others. This is the reason why they can't offer comfort or reassurance. Another big sign that someone might be a narcissist is if they have trouble being told ‘No’. Narcissists lack boundaries and they don’t care about other people’s boundaries, so trying to set a boundary simply by saying no to them, may provoke a very strong reaction in them.

So, the difference between a narcissist and a cocky or high self-esteem person are clear:

A person with high self-esteem greatly respects themselves. Self-esteem is confidence in one’s ability to think, make choices, and act on those choices, as well as feeling deserving of happiness and benefiting from one’s hard work and accomplishments. Above all, it means valuing the facts of reality and reason to guide one’s life. A lapse in knowledge or a mistake won't threaten their self-esteem. In fact, they embrace facts, whether those facts come from themselves or someone else, because they know that knowledge will help them in their life.

People with high-self esteem rarely (if ever) evade facts or rational advice because they know reality is their survival tool and means of achieving and maintaining happiness. They may be cocky at times, but they have tact and empathy to understand their own mistakes and the effect that they may cause on others, accepting the blame.

Narcissism is the opposite of self-esteem. Narcissists act as if they know everything, and anything that contradicts what they believe is either evaded or rejected out of hand. They’re not interested in facts that contradict what they feel or want to be true. They feel they must be right all the time. Their charm and show-off is usually aimed to belittle people. They always want to remain blameless.

Inside the context of BG3

Gale is certainly confident in his knowledge and he is proud of what he does; he spent many years learning under many tutors; his skills are a product of hard effort and a privileged education (wizard education).

Gale: I'm a wizard of considerable acclaim, and scholar of exceptional accomplishment.

Lae'zel: You strike me as cleverer than most istiki, Gale. Multiple tutors I should guess. Gale: Many a wise man and woman, indeed. Waterdeep is the home of myriads of scholars.

Gale: Benefits of a wizard's education, you see. Of course my considerable talent didn't hurt either. Well... That depends on who you ask, I suppose. I may have summoned things rather more exotic than a winged cat.

This is not mere fake, because the scene of Ceremorphosis shows that Gale has a deep understanding of the process, compared to the knowledge that any githyanki has (Lae'zel or githyanki Tav). What Gale continues stating are facts:

Tav: And what makes you the expert? Gale: Study.

He is far from being the typical obnoxious scholar who enjoys making people feel small and inferior. Unlike the archetype, Gale doesn't enjoy mocking Tav's ignorance, on the contrary, the excess of explanation can be seen as a typical vice of a teacher (which is confirmed after the Weave: Gale has been a teacher for some students even though his patience was thin). But in the same way Gale states the fact that he knows a lot, he is also well aware of his limitations, and he doesn't hide that fact: during the scene of ceremorphosis, he acknowledges that his “knowledge fails him” when he tries to understand the anomalies they are experiencing.

During the Weave scene, he acknowledges the obvious:

Tav: You’re a good teacher. Gale: I Know.

Annoying? yes, but true. After all, the game allowed a non-wizard Tav to channel the Weave, a unique experience for non-magical users. They are casting the Weave for the first time thanks to Gale's good instructions (and some luck with the dice).

Another situation can be seen during the scene of the consumption of the artefacts.

Tav: Thanks don't get me that artefact back Gale: I myself am a much more powerful artefact in your arsenal. Rest assured of that.

His comment may be cocky, but it once more displays a fact: a functional wizard (with many spell slots) is more valuable than the power that those artefacts give to Tav (usually one spell alone). It’s also worth noting that none of his show-off comments tries to dismiss or belittle Tav.

Because of his habit of over-explaining, Gale tends to be considered a mansplainer. I would see it that way if his excessive explanations would only happen with female Tavs. But the truth is that he is explaining too much to anyone, even to fellow wizards that may know all that stuff already. After all, it makes sense: he has the [sage] tag; he read all his life, he knows a big amount of things, and he was a teacher: a terrible combination that justifies a character with a tendency to over-explaining.

But Gale is not even that cocky, in my opinion. Many of his scenes have a level of teasing that implies more a hidden joke than high self-esteem. This is a pattern that can be seen in several opportunities: Gale uses this fake cockiness to put some levity in the moment, showing his joking intentions by context or explicitly with words:

The scene of Ceremorphosis starts with him observing his own reflection. When Tav asks him what he is doing, Gale answers: “Indulging in a spot of vanity. Handsome devil, aren't I?”. He deflected the raw context of the answer with teasing. He was not indulging into vanity, what he was truly doing was to observe any change in his physiognomy, and he attempted to levity by teasing. This is explicit later, when the topic of the conversation focuses on the changes that ceremorphosis causes. Even the handsome devil comment has teasing implications: according to some idiom dictionaries, the expression handsome devil “it's usually used playfully or flirtatiously”. Again, a teasing.

During the Stew scene, Gale puts some levity before introducing the dramatic conversation about the artefacts he needs:

Gale: Curious time to be dieting. Especially with a chef like myself around.

When meeting the Myconid, Gale will talk with fascination about the ability of this species to raise the dead through spores.

Tav: Sorry, but I don't share your fascination for fungi. Gale: Nobody's perfect.

Tav can be a bit dismissive with his response, to which Gale will reply with one of his typical teasing/jokes, implying the ridiculous idea that a perfect person should always be interested in fungi. It’s a joke.

Another attempt to levity despite fearing to turn into mind flayers that night:

Gale: More blood. That's a pretty sight. Give it to me straight, how do I look? Tav: Like your handsome self, Gale. Gale: Thanks, that's what I thought.

During the Loss scene, in the romantic path of “more than friends”, we have this silly, teasing/cockiness which lacks belittling intentions. He is just playful. That can be seen because he doesn't let the situation last more than a moment, immediately calling himself “insufferable”. A narcissist, under no circumstance, would call himself as such.

Tav: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered “perhaps”. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of “It may be that”, or “possibly”. Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question. [...]

When the joke/teasing finishes, his words change immediately returning to the “serious” note of the conversation, doing it explicitly: “In seriousness”. Meaning he was joking a moment ago. He is painfully explicit.

The same exact teasing/joke happens during the scene of the consumption of artefacts:

Tav: Let's hope this was the last artefact I had to part with. Gale: Come, come, these are mere fabled objects of great to enormous value. My continued presence though – quite priceless! On a more serious note, I do not wish to give you false hope. We're only treating the symptoms, not the cause. [...]

After the teasing, Gale explicitly says “talking on a more serious note”, meaning, the previous moment was a joke. Again.

Another example of teasing/cocky joke:

Wyll: Between the orb and the bug you've got more than your fair share of unwelcome passengers. Gale: What can I say. Mother always taught me to be a gracious host.

Gale claims to be a gracious host, but the context surrounding this... just makes it into a joke. This is why I insist so much in the Context.

This happens during the “Revelation” scene too, when it's Tav who attempts to use this teasing to relax the tense situation with a joke:

Tav: When you put it like that – no one can say no to me. Gale: After all, even I am only human. (Gale Approves)

It's painfully obvious they tease one another. After all the conversation of Mystra and the orb, some Tavs may want to opt for this option to answer Gale, and he even would approve this attempt of levity, because it's the same exact, silly thing he does as a pattern. He also approves it because he likes confidence. Again, I will repeat myself, but it's clear that Gale is char with high self-esteem, and likes people with that same trait. We know this because during the party when Tav accepts his out-of-nowhere “thank you”. Gale immediately says: “There's that confidence I like”.

During the scene after the party, we have some extra silly, cocky moments that could be the result of wine in Gale's system, or the messiness of the scene itself, since it’s so unpolished:

Tav: I think that sounds delightful Gale: That's because I'm full of delights

Tav: You’re a good kisser. Gale: I’m of the opinion one should try to excel at everything.

Tav: Thank you for a wonderful night. Gale: Like I said; I try to excel at everything.

I would like to highlight this line because the way it's said shows a level of confidence that is not related to an excess of ego, but to a high self-esteem behaviour: he says “try”. Meaning, he knows he may fail. His past is proof that he can try to excel at things that he would never be able to manage, and unlike a narcissist, he acknowledges his limitations once more.

Another interesting exchange is after that night:

Gale: A night to remember. It was wonderful, wasn't it? Tav: Oh, I've had better. Gale: I had a goddess, but you don't hear me complaining. [After apology] Tav: We should do it again sometime. Gale: We absolutely should, after all I need to undone the misconception that you had better.

Tav can question Gale's performance, and after repaying that rudeness with his comment on the Goddess, (again, Gale is a character that will pay you with the same coin [18]) he accepts the criticism and promises—with a teasing—to do it better. Again, an impossible gesture in a narcissist.

But not only in these teasing/joking situations we see his high self-esteem: in bitter or aggressive reactions, we see he uses it to enrage his rude/violent interlocutor:

During the Weave scene:

Gale: What did I think about seeing my head on a spike? That I still looked as handsome as ever, that's what.

Gale is hurt of being depicted beheaded (we know he fears death, the scene with Nettie shows it). His answer is, of course, rude after such a gore image projected in his mind. But instead of resorting to plain aggression, he pretends that it did not have the effect that Tav wanted to cause. To do so, he shows off.

The scene of Mirkon displays both styles of teasing: Gale started using his teasing/cocky attitude with a clear intention of sharing something personal with Tav, who has just done an action that it's important for Gale (saving children/youngsters of their own mistakes [5, 12b], a concept that echoes in Gale's background).

Gale: Benefits of a wizard's education, you see. Of course my considerable talent didn't hurt either. Well... That depends on who you ask, I suppose.

Tav can ignore this silly cockiness and engage in what Gale wants to share, leaving the moment at that. But if Tav opts for a rude comment, Gale will answer with a degree of rudeness too, using a condescending tone (but it’s very light if we compare it with the level of aggressive condescending he displays with an evil Tav). We need to remember that Gale is a char who follows the philosophy of giving people their own medicine [18]. That's what he does:

Tav: Considerable talent. Are you always this full of yourself? Gale: Only when the occasion suits. That's mostly a synonym for 'yes', by the by. Anyway--

Gale is a very confident character, but his high self-esteem is not that broad. It is limited to his knowledge and appearance, but never to relationships. Exactly it's there where he becomes less confident and when his emotions and abandonment issues conflict with his good sense.

Don't get me wrong, Gale's ego is there, I'm not denying it. But like everything in this fandom, some groups tend to over-magnify what the game gives in EA. Gale has a very well founded self-esteem in academic and researching fields: he has been a prodigy of the Weave from a young age (probably very close to a Weavemaster, skill referred in the novel Dead Masks), and a remarkable scholar with artistic attitudes in poetry. He worked hard for years to amass all that knowledge (he has a [sage] tag for a reason) and then he became, briefly, a Chosen one (not a small feat) which catapulted him to an status of archwizard. He could be so immensely obnoxious, aggressive, and dismissive as Fane is in DOS2. Still, Gale remains in a low level of a playful ego that only surfaces when the situation requires a teasing/levity or when it is a bitter tool against an aggressive and rude Tav. Considering him a narcissist is to over-magnify this trait out of the chart. He is a lore-content character; that character that in many rpg games will accompany us while explaining the context of the fantasy world we are playing in; therefore it is natural and obvious that he will over explain like no other companion so far.

Of course, all this is EA and may change by the time the game is released. But so far we should analyse what has been given to us.

I personally don't like this trait of his, but I think it's part of his many flaws. After all, he is the embodiment and the concept "humans are fallible", and he is very aware of that every time he speaks in seriousness.

Hypothesis: Gale is a manipulator

Concept

I suggest reading the post about "Context, persuasion, and manipulation" for the definition and understanding of the concept.

Inside the context of BG3

On this aspect, I won't repeat myself, and I will recommend to read the series of posts I've done about "Gale: Manipulation, Lies, and Trust" which explains in detail the Stew Scene, the Loss Scene, the Party Scene and extra scenes (death protocol and dreams). This series focuses exactly on the degree of truth and lies that Gale shares with different Tavs (depending on their choices). As a broad conclusion I can say that Gale is not a manipulator as a main trait in his personality, and may (or not) withhold information if romanced (depending on Tav’s choices).

He is not even a liar, since he has always made clear his boundaries and never denied to have secrets. Earning his trust to open up takes its time and good actions, and only in a romantic path there is a more messy approach: the scene pretends to create a “great betrayal”, when there is little since all the information concerning the “orb” has been given in broad strokes previously. The information that Gale has been withholding was personal and private but said in a bad timing making it of poor taste. The whole scene is very unpolished, not reacting to the amount of information that Tav can have from previous scenes. It presents two apparent conflicts:

The “orb”, which danger has been stated since the first moment we met Gale, and it was reinforced in most scenes; so there is not a great revelation in it by the end of EA.

The other conflict is apparently Gale's past lover: Mystra. Which can be surprising for a Tav, but not so much for a player who knows the lore background. In any case, the scene offers poor options to react to all this: or it ignores all the information that Tav can know by that time (information given by Gale himself), or gives over-reactive options, pretending that Mystra and the Orb are informations that never were informed in the game.

So far in EA we see that Gale could withhold personal information not because he wants to have power over Tav, but as a consequence of his visceral fear for a second abandonment. Gale suffers from abandonment issues that make him prone to making bad decisions when confronted with that situation.

As I said before, for a real and detailed analysis read the post "Gale: Manipulation, Lies, and Trust", which is summary of the posts

'Stew' Scene (extensive)

Loss Scene ( extensive )

Party Scene ( extensive )

Extra Scenes: death protocol and comments on dreams

Hypothesis: Gale makes you "cheat" your LI

I won't repeat myself so I recommend to read the post Gale proposes you to 'cheat' "

Hypothesis: Gale still loves Mystra

I recommend reading the post Does Gale love Mystra?.

Hypothesis: Gale has no Tadpole

I recommend to read the post of "The Tadpole"

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Sources for both parts:

Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders ( 5V)

Some concepts were summarised from: https://melcrowecounsellor.com www.d2l.org/child-grooming-signs-behavior-awareness/

This post was written in June 2021. → For more Gale: Analysis Series Index

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chloroformthelittleb4stard · 3 years

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Family Relations - Part 2

Summary: Your criminology teacher is acting all kinds of weird, which is the norm, except for the part where his eyes glaze over and he tries to kill someone. Stiles, the hero he is, tries to stop your professor with little avail until he gets some unnoticeable help from you. Stiles seems to find himself with you at the location of multiple attacks, just barely making it out alive. Through the bloodshed feelings, family, and friends mix to create a perfect blend of chaos and calm.

T/CW: Blood, gore, panic attack mention, violence

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You didn't see Stiles for another two days, but when you did see him, he wasn't alone.

"Y/n! Over here!" Stiles called you from across the quad, despite the almost murder college life hadn't slowed down much at all, and your local coffee shop was still swamped with people. Instead of leaving your place in line to see Stiles and the tan man next to him, you beckoned them over to you, indirectly inviting them for coffee as well.

Stiles shuffled up next to you, still not use crutches, and dragged Scott along with him, introducing you both immediately.|

"Scott this is Y/n, Y/n this is Scott." You both shook hands and exchanged greetings, a comfortable small talk taking over the three of you. You'd been so close to getting your sweet iced tea when a blood curdling scream rang out from the shop. Everyone ran towards it, including you, Scott, and Stiles, but when the general population saw the body of a barista, throat slit and bleeding out onto the counter still holding someone's drink, they ran away. Another scream came, this time from behind the "employee only" door and you all looked at each other before running towards it. Stiles burst through first, taking off seconds later to round the corner with you and Scott not far behind. You barely avoided running into one another as Stiles stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a man, possibly a college senior, holding a knife to the throat of a crying barista who couldn't have been older than 19. She cried out to you three and immediately you all sprung into action.

Without a second thought Stiles grabbed the nearest object, a wooden crate, and ran towards the man who in response dropped the barista and charged at him. Scott had already transformed and was charging towards the man as well, fangs and claws out, his eyes glowing a blood red as he focused on his target. You panicked for a moment, frantically looking around for a way to help, when you caught sight of a pipe hanging above the man's head. Taking a deep breath you blocked out the scene around you, focusing only on the pipe you threw your hands forwards, sending blades of air to cut off a section of the metal which then fell just behind the man, the metal rolling forwards and tripping him into Scott's waiting claws.

Stiles at this point had backed off and run towards the barista, who was curled in a ball and crying on the floor, still bleeding slightly from where the knife had pressed into her throat. She was sobbing as he talked her down from her panic attack, a skill he had mastered by now. When she calmed down he made her promise to not tell the police what he, or his friends, looked like and she agreed, still shaken up from the entire ordeal.

On the strong possibility that you and Stiles would be suspects, having been at, as you're aware of, the only two crime scenes, you all decided that you'd simply go back to Stiles' dorm to have his watered-down coffee. The walk back was quiet, no one had seen your feat of magic and you pretended not to have seen Scott's shift, blaming the chaos and fear for your being frozen in place, which the boys believed. Stiles and Scott had comforted you the entire walk back to their dorm and you played heavily into the role of the scarred witness, leaning into Stiles' side for comfort and ignoring the warmth that spread through your body at the contact.

"I take it you're not from here Y/n." Scott assumed, head tilting in your direction as you settled into the boys' dorm for a cup of mediocre coffee.

"Nope, I'm from out East, DMV baby!" You laughed, proud of where your home was.

"DMV? No way, I wanna work out there." Stiles' eyes went wide, not paying attention to the coffee machine and almost spilling it onto his hands. Thankfully you managed to redirect it away from his hand with a small gust of wind, sparing him some nasty second degree burns.

"I kind of figured, FBI and all that." You waved your hand submissively, making Scott chuckle since you were the first woman outside of the pack who wasn't immediately taken with the fact that Stiles wanted to be a FBI agent.

"Well what do you want to do smartass?" Stiles rolled his eyes, not being used to someone who was unfazed by his career choice.

"I want to work for the ACLU in legal defense and legislation." You held your head high, the legacy of the ACLU and your family shining behind you as you were reminded of your mom's accomplishments before she passed.

"Ok I want to be a vet so I don't know what the hell you two are on." Scott's comment made you all laugh, the energy friendly and calm as you personalized your coffees to make them less plain. Stiles' cup looked almost light brown by the time he was done, it had a swirl of whipped cream on top of it and he slurped it down greedily.

"Can that even be considered coffee?" Your comment made Stiles roll his eyes, Scott having made similar ones before.

"That's what I said! He doesn't even need all the sugar, look at him he's hyper enough." Scott made an exasperated noise as he gestured to Stiles who was fidgeting as per usual and his leg was bouncing a mile a minute.

"ADHD?" You wondered aloud, a quick nod from Stiles and Scott confirming your theory which in turn caused you to mention your own ADHD casually so that Stiles hopefully wouldn't feel so called out.

"Great now you'll both be bouncing off the walls." Mutters came from Scott and you gave a snort in response, Stiles slipping his arm to lock with yours and playfully defend you of his roommate's accusations.

"She's not bouncing off the walls, look she's perfectly still!" While gesturing at you Stiles noticed your tremor, and the way you kept moving your feet in your shoes, choosing to ignore them in favor of winning in his defense of you.

You spent the rest of lunch with Stiles and Scott, milling about their dorm room while the conversation hopped from topic to topic, ending with a heated debate between you and Stiles over Star Wars and Star Trek.

"I cannot believe you're a Star Trek fan, that's so old!" You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the idea that something being old means it's bad.

"It's original! I can't watch Star Wars without thinking of Star Trek every second, they're a total rip-off!"

"That's not true! Star Wars has an entirely different plot, and they have different fights and different universes even!" Scott was banging his head against the wall, the nerd speak of his best friend and his best friend's new friend driving him absolutely insane with boredom.

"Enough! I have studying to do, or something, Stiles you have class in twenty minutes. No more nerdy stuff please." Letting out a chuckle you made your way towards the door, lingering so you could exchange numbers with them both. Stiles walked you down to the door of their building, gently holding your arm so you wouldn't leave immediately.

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me a couple of days ago, again." His hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck while he chuckled, leaning against the doorframe to take the weight off of his injured leg.

"Yeah, 'course, no problem really." A shy smile appeared on your face, the blush heating your cheeks making you tilt your head down slightly as you tried to avoid looking in his eyes for fear of giving your feelings away.

"Well, I really appreciate it. So, I'll text you?" He was still nervous, the energy around you both crackling with tension.

"Yeah, absolutely." Your eyes met his for a final goodbye as you reluctantly turned away, giving him a wave while you suppressed the grin that was threatening to overtake your face. A grin that finally came out as soon as you turned away, and didn't leave until you made it back to your own dorm, smiling like an idiot while you thought about him.

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littleoddwriter · 3 years

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Embarrassment | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask | Smut

"if requests are open can i just get zsasz being really dumb but with some praise and/or daddy kink thrown in?" anon

A/N: I hope my interpretation of this is alright with you. I went with ZsaszMask here, since you didn't specify who Zsasz would be with; and since he wasn't exactly listed as a character for Reader fics, I assumed you were just asking for ZsaszMask. I really hope I got that right. If not, let me know, please!

summary; Victor commonly mispronounces words, the wrong person hears it and mocks him for it to Roman’s face. Roman gives his boy a treat and then praises him because, yes, he isn’t very skilled when speaking, but he is still such a good boy for him! With it, smut ensues.

notes; TW // Implied Murder (non-descriptive); Very quick, throw-away mention of Child Abuse in the first paragraph. KINKS: Daddy!Kink; Praise Kink; Slight pet play, too; Anal Sex; Quick Prep. PWP/Loose plot; Lemon; Smut; kind of Emotional Hurt/Comfort, too, but like, they are ZsaszMask, don’t expect too much; A little softness in the end, too.

Roman absolutely hated it when someone mispronounced words in any way, shape or form. It made his blood boil. Mostly, he believed, it was because of his parents. If he had said something wrong, even if it was just the pronunciation, then he would be punished. Obviously, he tried to avoid that at all costs as time went on, which made him hyper-aware of when other people butchered a word or even an entire sentence, as a side effect.

Unfortunately, his partner in crime and lapdog had a rather slurred way of speaking and mispronounced a lot of words. He still wasn't sure if he was just stupid and wasn't educated, or perhaps he really was just lazy as all hell.

Either way, it happened multiple times a day that Zsasz would say something wrong. Roman has stopped being truly annoyed with him for it after a while. By now, he just corrected him and moved on. Of course, he had tried to teach Victor, but he just didn't really catch on to it; and frankly, he had better things to do than teach a grown man to speak properly.

Now, usually it wasn't even a big problem anyway, since Roman was basically the only person Zsasz really spoke to. So no one normally witnessed Victor's poor speaking skills. If anything, they were his staff anyway, so it didn't matter, they wouldn't dare say something about it.

Until, of course, one day the wrong person had heard it after all.

Roman had been conversing with a potential business partner, when Victor came back from running an errand for him. It was like clockwork; when Roman was talking, he wasn't to be interrupted, so he waited until he was done to tell him anything important that might have happened on the errand. He only ever interrupted him when it absolutely couldn't wait.

Obediently, Zsasz stood next to Roman and waited. When he was done talking, he lifted his hand and excused himself to the man he was speaking with, so Victor could tell him whatever was burning on his tongue.

"Boss, Johnson's guys have defiantly got the message. Expecially himself. He's retreating now and trying to get on your better side again, but I doupt you want that. D'you?"

Roman didn't even bother to correct him, though he clenched his fists to try and stop the urge to do it anyway. They were in public with someone he didn't trust and he didn't want to humiliate Victor like that. He knew that he tried at least a little, after all. Especially when they were with someone he didn't know.

Before Sionis could even reply anything, a terribly mocking cackle sounded from his right. It was that fuck he had been trying to get a deal with.

"Is he really that fucking stupid or does he just act like it, huh? God, that's embarrassing. I can't believe you let him run around talking like that, Mr Sionis," he sneered.

For just a split second hurt was reflected in Victor's eyes. It was like a punch to Roman's gut. Zsasz was basically never hurt by anything or anyone, only few people, among which was Roman himself, could achieve that.

Zsasz straightened up and acted like he didn't hear anything, assuming his usual position behind where Roman sat, so he could watch over him.

"Well, I believe that business deal we had planning to get going is over now. Thank you so much for coming in, but it's time for you to leave, 'kay?" Roman said clasping his hands together and a big fake grin on his face, his tone strained.

The other man sputtered. "Excuse me? We were just in the middle of-"

"Yes, yes, I am aware. Anyway, I do not want to keep talking to you any longer. So get out!" His anger became more palpable by the second.

Some of his men escorted the fake fuck out, after he whispered to one of them to knock him out and bring him to their closest warehouse.

Then Roman turned around to face Victor, who looked rather dumb-founded.

"Boss?"

"C'mon, baby. I'm having him brought to the closest warehouse we own. Then you can go and have some fun with that stupid fuck, hm? How's that sound, my boy?"

His eyebrows climbing up his forehead in surprise, Victor nodded. Obviously, he knew that this deal was actually a little important to Roman, but nothing seemed to be more important than his pet being happy.

Sometimes, he really despised that.

They went to the warehouse, when it was all set up and he gave Victor all the freedom he could have wanted with the other man. It was beautiful, a sight to behold, really. The way Victor freed people from this awful world was always breathtakingly stunning to him. But when he was also upset by one of those people and had creative freedom? Just marvelous, a true masterpiece that came out of it. Such as the tally, that now sat in the crook of his elbow, always visible, always a reminder.

Eventually, they arrived back at home, aroused from the beautiful way this fake fuck has been slaughtered, and Roman also had the urge to indulge his little boy and praise him for always being so good for him. So he was set on doing just that.

As soon as they came into the bedroom, he grabbed Victor's wrist and turned him around to face him, smashing their lips together in a searing kiss. Zsasz moaned into it, opening his mouth a little. Roman slid his tongue into the other's mouth immediately, fucking it in and out of Victor's mouth, playing with his tongue.

After doing just that for about a minute, he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Victor's, panting.

"Be a good boy for Daddy and undress yourself and then lie down on the bed, 'kay?" Roman rasped, kissing Zsasz once more before twirling his finger to signalise him to get going.

Sionis kept watching his boy, while he undressed, folding his clothes and putting them on a nearby chair. He had taught him so well. When he was completely naked, Victor lied down on his back on the soft mattress of their bed. Then he looked at Roman, waiting for further instructions.

Getting rid of his shoes, socks, blazer and gloves, Roman climbed onto the bed and over Zsasz. He was only wearing a plain black shirt and his dark blue suit pants, now. He lifted Victor's legs, spreading them, and kneeled between them, situating them over each of his thighs, pressing his hard cock against the other man's ass. Then he leaned over Zsasz, bracketing his head between his forearms with which he supported himself on the bed. Their faces were merely half an inch apart, breathing each other's air.

"You're my good little boy, aren't you?"

Victor could only nod for a moment. Roman nipped his ear and grinned against it, his lips brushing his ear shell.

"Yes, you are. And you know what? I'm very proud of you, baby. You're always so good to me, always so good for Daddy, hm?"

Zsasz keened in the back of his throat, pushing up his hips. Fuck, he was so easily desperate when it came to being praised by Roman.

"Soon, baby. Be patient, 'kay?" Another nod, another keen. "Use your words, baby, c'mon."

"Yes, Daddy!"

"That's my good boy," he murmured.

Then he leaned back a little again, so he was able to really look at Victor. It was hell on his back, but he didn't care, as their chests and stomachs were pressed together, feeling each other breathe heavily. Victor's hard cock was poking his abdomen, just like his own was pressing against his crack.

"You've done something truly remarkable with this asshole, y'know? What a work of art! Oh, Victor, I'm so lucky, baby."

"Thank you, Daddy," Victor replied the way he was taught to, and fuck, it had Roman's cock twitch.

Roman smiled at him, fondly, adoration clear in his eyes. "I always appreciate how dutiful you are, how you know exactly when to do what, when to speak, what to say. You're so good at it, my boy. Such an obedient little doggy, aren't you? Yes, you are, of course you are."

He leaned down to press a couple of sweet kisses to his lips, smiling into them. Victor gripped onto his bicep and back, trying to keep him as close as possible, unable to not touch him.

"Didn't I disappoint you, though?" Zsasz asked, looking so unsure and like a kicked puppy.

"No, no of course not. Oh, baby, my sweet boy, never you. He was a stupid fake fucking fuck, 'kay? He didn't know you, didn't know to respect me and my assets. And now he's paid for it, hasn't he? Then you mispronounced some fucking words! Now what? He had no fucking reason to talk about you like that, especially not to me. Fuck, I wish we could kill him again, baby. The fucking audacity of this fucker!"

"But I embarrassed you."

"No, you haven't. The only embarrassment there was this fuck thinking he was being funny and saying something of value. Like I said, baby, you're so good for Daddy. Always."

He kissed him again, and again, and again. Then he finally got rid of his pants, underwear and shirt, before diving back in and devouring Victor's mouth with fervor. While he was doing that, he was blindly retrieving the lube from the bedside table and clicking it open, squirting some onto his fingers.

Roman shifted a little, so he could reach down and insert one lubed up finger into Victor's behind, making him moan into the kiss with it. He moved it in and out quickly, stretching him enough to insert a second finger, sicossoring them to stretch his rim for a third finger. It was a quick preparation, as Victor was used to it, but also really liked it when it burned, so they made sure to stretch him enough to not damage him or Roman, and then they were ready to go.

Sionis grabbed the lube once more and spread it on his hard cock, slicking it up thoroughly. Then he guided it into Victor's stretched hole, pressing in slowly but surely. When he was fully sheathed inside of him, they both moaned in unison into their still connected mouths.

Then Roman started thrusting inside of Victor, pulling out and shoving back in, in a quick, brutal rhythm that drove them both crazy.

"Such a good boy. Oh, baby, you're so good for me, look at you. Taking it so fucking well, hm? Ah, fuck! Yes, so tight even after I've been fucking you almost every day for the past decade, huh? Fuckfuckfuck, you're so good, such a wonderful little boy. Just for me, aren't you? You're only my good boy, aren't you? Say it!"

Victor's eyes rolled back, as Roman repeatedly hit his prostate, but he still tried to get out a sentence in-between desperate little moans, "Y-yes, ah, yes! Only yours. Your good boy. Ah, yours! Daddy!"

"Fuck, shit, Victor, ah, I'm gonna come. Oh, baby, I'm gonna fill you up so good, huh? Because my baby deserves the best, hm? Fuck!"

As his thrusts became increasingly erratic, Roman grabbed Victor's cock in his hand and jacked him off in quick movements and a tight grip, making him paint his own chest and stomach after just half a minute. Zsasz moaned loudly and completely unintelligible as he came.

Roman followed him soon after, pressing inside of his partner and staying there, filling him up with his warm, sticky come, moaning and groaning loudly and almost like a porn star.

After a few seconds, in which either of them caught their breaths, Roman pulled out and collapsed next to Victor, their legs tangled, their faces an inch apart and panting.

When they've come down from their orgasmic highs, Roman stroked over Victor's chest, smearing his come over it and rubbing it into his skin, smiling. The scars made it a unique and pleasant sensation to him.

"Don't let that fucker get to you, 'kay? You aren't embarrassing. I don't care that you butcher most words that come out of your mouth. It doesn't make you less of a good little boy for me, alright?"

"Okay, yeah. Thank you," Victor rasped, pressing a kiss to the other's lips.

It was all so fucking soft.

Under different circumstances, it would make Roman feel sick; but even he had a soft spot, which apparently only consisted of this human lapdog called Victor Zsasz.

#tw daddy kink #tw implied murder #tw mention of child abuse #child abuse mention tw #tw kink #roman sionis #victor zsasz #zsaszmask #lemon fic #birds of prey #harley quinn birds of prey #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #ewan mcgregor #chris messina #roman sionis fanfiction #victor zsasz fanfiction #zsaszmask fanfiction

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rhinkthreeways · 4 years

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Bus Ride (angsty version)

Yes, this is an old prompt. Yes, Mick and Laika wrote their versions weeks and weeks ago. Yes, this was a reader prompt. (I’m sorry, @outofnowhere82!!) Yes, I feel bad. But better late than never, right?

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The first morning Rhett wasn’t on the bus was excruciating. No one talked to Link. No one sat on the seats around him. He was an outcast. A pariah. As if a few feet of space could protect his peers from the depravity that was a boy loving a boy. Despite the distance, Link felt everyone’s eyes on him—the few kinder folks laid a pitying gaze on him, but most could barely hide their disgust. He tried to ignore the sideways glances, curios questions and hushed answers, gossip and truth mingling into something that would be soon part of their town’s history. It was no use to try to correct their misconceptions. Everyone would believe what they wanted to believe. And everyone seemed to believe what he and Rhett did was wrong.

The fourth morning Rhett wasn’t on the bus was just plain weird. The previous day, Sarah Fosters had announced her pregnancy and suddenly, that was what everyone talked about. No one knew who the father was, but everyone had a guess. The mood was different, too. There were palms slapped over mouths to contain giggles. There were conversations conducted purely in shouts over multiple seats. The excitement over the scandalous news was clear as day. No one whispered. Even the judgment they laid upon her was softer somehow, more forgiving. It ate at Link’s insides. Made him feel raw and confused. Rhett had only kissed him. One soft peck, lips barely touching, fingers entangled under the blanket, soft breaths mingled in the cover of darkness—that hadn’t actually offered as much cover as they’d thought. How was one simple kiss worse than a teenage pregnancy?

The eleventh morning Rhett wasn’t on the bus someone sat next to Link. She sat on the edge of the seat, turned her back to Link and started talking with her friend across the aisle. Link stared at her long blond hair, flowing down her back in soft waves. A sudden rush of possessive anger engulfed him. That was not her seat. That was Rhett’s seat. That’s where Rhett was supposed to sit. Not her. Never her. Even the empty seat had been better than someone claiming it so carelessly. Link’s fingers itched with the need to push her away. It was like the ghost of Rhett, the lingering feel of him next to Link was now marred by her sickly sweet perfume and sharp voice. She was erasing Rhett from the seat and Link’s heart could only take so much abuse. Nevertheless, Link gritted his teeth together and did nothing.

The twenty-first morning Rhett wasn’t on the bus was when it started to feel normal. Link sat down in his usual seat and for the briefest of moments, the empty one next to him didn’t make his heart ache. And every morning after that the moment stretched longer and longer until finally, the empty seat only elicited a small stab of pain if at all and someone claiming it barely got a notice from him. Link fought hard to keep his indignant anger and hurt alive, but he couldn’t help his adaptive brain from slowly pushing away the painful thoughts, filling the space with math problems, new songs he’d heard and bible passages they were studying. Link made sure to think of Rhett as much as he could, but it was almost impossible not to let the normal flow of life take up more and more space.

The fortieth morning Rhett wasn’t on the bus someone asked Link a question. It was something completely ordinary. Later, Link couldn’t even remember what it was exactly. Something about homework maybe. What made it remarkable, though, was the fact that it was asked at all and that it was asked so casually. Since Rhett was sent away, a different person had sat next to Link each morning—no one wanted to sit next to him long enough to arouse suspicions of camaraderie. People barely spoke to him and definitely didn’t initiate if they could help it. In a twisted way, it had been comforting for Link. He’d felt cocooned in his sorrow, somehow separate from the world around him—the world that had ripped Rhett right from his arms.

Six, long months after Rhett was hauled up by his father’s rough hands from the spare mattress he’d been sharing with Link in secret, Link stepped on the bus again, as he did each morning. He walked up to his seat, nose in his book, trying to get some last-minute reading done before the exam that day. To his surprise, his feet collided with a pair of sneakers already occupying the space he’d grown accustomed to seeing empty. Link lifted his gaze from the worn shoes to a face, smiling shyly.

“Hey there, goober. Did’ya miss me?”

Link forgot how to breathe. His heart ached as it thumped wildly against his rib cage. Time seemed to slow down as Rhett stood and made room for Link to sit by the window. Not letting him out of his sight—afraid that the apparition might be gone if he looked away even for a second—Link carefully sat down and watched in awe as the seat beside him was claimed by its rightful owner.

“You’re back?” Link said, voice cracking as his eyes welled.

“I’m back,” Rhett said and reached for Link’s hand. Their fingers intertwined, hidden from the view of the prying eyes around them.

“For good?” Link confirmed, hope making his head spin.

“For good,” Rhett promised.

If there had been words in existence to describe the joy Link felt when Rhett’s warm hand squeezed his, he’d have written them down and tattooed them into his skin. But there were no words. Only feeling. Only happiness and hope for another bus ride that he might get to spend with Rhett by his side.

#rhink #rhink fic #rhink three ways #rtw: angst #writer: apparentlynotreallyfinnish #prompt: bus ride #a late submission #tw: homophobia #happy ending

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

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Yours, Mine, and Ours

Warnings: noncon sex (oral and full-on intercourse, multiple partners). If you’ve read my work before or even just read the little blurb at the top of my blog, you know what’s up.

This is dark!Steve AND dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: Bucky steals a pair of our panties. Steve finds said panties. Assumptions are made.

Notes: So this was an old idea reinvigorated by a discussion with several others on Discord and so we have this fucked up mess with a covetous Bucky, angry Steve, and confused reader. Hold onto your panties (like for real) because this is gonna be a wild ride.

Also, maybe reblog and or comment :) It’s your call but I would forever love you.

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It was an in and out mission. Bucky had done it a dozen times; often with higher stakes. For all the damage Hydra had done, they had gifted him just as much. His stealth was his greatest strength and it aided him far more than any would know. No one ever heard him coming. They never saw him. Not unless he wanted them too.

And so it was that he watched Y/N stroll down the hall, her arms swinging carelessly as she hummed. She was off to see Steve as always. The two of them were nigh inseparable. At first, it had been cute. Bucky was glad to have his old friend back and his girl was just as pleasant. She was sweet; she smiled at him as if he had never been the most deadly assassin known to history. She spoke to him like he was just another member of the team. She didn’t have the same glimmer of judgement in her eyes as the rest. She was genuine; beautiful.

He had thought the first pang of jealousy was aimed at her. She was ever present when his oldest friend was near. She drew all his attention when she appeared and Bucky found himself at a loss to carry on whatever conversation had been put on hold. Then it occurred to him that it wasn’t resent for her; it was resent for not having her to himself. He was stunned as he stared at Steve and the gears whirred within him. He felt something he had never expected to for his old comrade; loathing.

Upon his first intrusion, he hadn’t meant to take anything. He hadn’t even meant to venture into her room. He had merely been walking by and found himself backpedaling to stand before her door. He stared at it, tilted his head, and tapped his toe. He was on his way to meet with Steve for their latest mission. She was no doubt saying her goodbye. He wondered what she was like; truly. One could tell a lot from another’s living quarters.

He knocked first. Out of courtesy, out of caution. Not very considerate given his intent. With no answer, he was assured of its vacancy and he tried the handle. If it was locked, he’d carry on his way. It wasn’t. Too trusting, he mused. She was the type, wasn’t she? To be so entirely naive. He looked down the hall before ducking inside.

The door clicked behind him and he looked around slowly. Frilly pink pillowcases, a flowered duvet, a fuzzy rug before a velvet armchair. It was cozy; warm. As he imagined her to be. He paced carefully around the room and slid open the closet door. Her blouses hung in a rainbow, pressed pants and skirts folded over hangers. A rack of shoes just beneath; a pair for each day of the week and more. She was meticulous.

He closed the closet and neared the bed. He sat daintily and took a pillow in his hands. He admired the rosy cotton and pulled a stray hair from it. He examined it in the sunlight which streamed in from the window. He let it fall to the floor and buried his nose in the pillow. It smelled of her. Steve, too. They had been here the night before, he could tell.

His cock twitched as he replaced the pillow and fell onto his back; the mattress buckled beneath him. He spread his arms out and slowly brushed them over the duvet. As his hands settled beside his thighs, he closed his eyes and imagined her between his legs. Climbing up to straddle him; the bed groaning beneath them as she rode him. The same way he knew she fucked Steve.

He sat up as his cock throbbed. He was tempted to rub one out right there onto one of her pretty pillows. He resisted the urge and stood. He glanced around and zeroed in on the small white dresser on the other side of the bed. He neared and eased open the top drawer. He was surprised at the mess within. Lace, silk, satin, and cotton were tossed inside lazily.

He reached in and stirred around, his hand settling on something hard. He lifted the small cylinder and clicked the button at its base. It vibrated noisily against his vibranium hand. He chuckled and turned it off. Did she use this herself or did Steve use it on her? Bucky didn’t need that shit. He twirled the toy in his hand and examined it with a smirk. He brought it to his lips and dragged his tongue along the smooth silicon. He held it up and watched his saliva dry across it. He replaced it amid the sea of panties.

He took a pair of plain white cottons from the bunch. He thought of her wearing them. A farce of innocence across her pussy. He folded them around his nose and mouth and inhaled. They smelled of floral detergent. Still it sent a thrill through him. He dropped them back in the drawer and shut it with a snap.

His eyes fell to the tall round hamper at the other side of the dresser. He stepped closer and peered into its depths. He bent as he dug past the wrinkled blouses and bunched up socks. He lifted a purple thong from within and held them up like a prize. He stretched them out between two hands and nuzzled the crotch, his breath hitched as he caught her scent. It was more than just sweat. He pulled them away and examined the faint streak along the fabric. He sniffed them once more before tucking them into his pocket.

That was the first pair he had stolen, but not the last. This would be the tenth if his count was correct. He was only a few feet from her door. She had just left with Steve for a coffee date. Something about their first date or some shit. Bucky didn’t listen too much anymore. It was too cute. Sickeningly so. He had at least ninety minutes to himself.

He locked the door behind him and opened a window. A backup plan. The brief jostle of the handle would give him fair warning and he had already scaled once to the neighbouring room. He only hoped that Bruce wasn’t within; most days he was in the lab anyhow. He began his usual routine. He walked the parameter of the room then into the bathroom. He rifled through a few of her toiletries but never took anything from there.

He returned to the bedroom but found his patience wearing. He had been awake for most of the night. Rock hard. He had cum at least five times before he fell asleep. Even so, he woke up throbbing. It was starting again. His cock pressed against his jeans uncomfortably. He hadn’t worn any underwear that day; he was exhausted, lazy, and had planned on a few hours of jerking off. That was until he had gone to grab his morning coffee and found Y/N waiting in a little denim skirt and bright red top. It was good fodder for what he had planned but her departure had slightly changed his plans.

He went to the dresser and pulled open the drawer as he always did. A pair of polka-dot panties caught his eye. He took them and stretched the elastic with a growl. He fell onto the bed and sighed. He had grown comfortable in her space. It was his too, now. He felt the soft fabric and rested the panties across his chest. He reached down and undid his fly, pulling himself through the open vee. He stroked his pulsing cock and groaned.

Precum leaked from his head and spread down his shaft as he played with himself. He took the panties and felt the lacy trim. His heart fluttered at the sudden idea. He turned the panties inside out and pressed two fingers to the crotch. He lowered them and rested the crotch on the head of his cock. He closed his fist around the fabric and stroked until he felt the fabric dampen. He pulled them away, his precum slick and shiny across the cotton.

He clutched them in his fist as he continued to stroke himself. His head sank between the pillows and he imagined her on top of him. It was his favourite fantasy; well aside from him on top of her. That really got to him. Having her bent over and at his mercy. He gasped and warmth spurted down his knuckles, squelching along his shaft as he eased himself to a stop.

He left her panties on the bed as he went to clean himself in the bathroom. He had showered in there once. He used her lavender shampoo and Steve had commented on the smell of flowers. Bucky shrugged but inside he had been laughing. He finished wiping away his cum and zipped up his jeans. His cock was sensitive against the denim. He washed his hands and went back to the bedroom.

He took her panties; now dry and seemingly untouched. He tucked them back in her dresser and a rush of giddiness went through him. He could imagine her now, walking around in his juices and not even knowing it. Steve touching her beneath those very panties; her cum mixing with his arousal. He sighed and looked around to make sure all was in order.

Content, he let himself out, only realizing he had not taken a pair for himself as he returned to his own room. It was fine. He had more than enough in his own dresser.

It was days like these that made Steve doubt his duty. It never got easier being away from Y/N. Even if his missions were for the good of others, he found himself growing ever more homesick with each one. He knew he shouldn’t be so clingy but after all this time, he had found the one thing he’d never thought he’d have again. She was everything he had dreamed of and more. She loved him, she loved his friends, and supported his work.

But he was tired. He just wanted to take her and find their white picket fence. He couldn’t stop though. He knew it as well as she did. It would be selfish. There were still those out there who needed his help. And his team needed him too.

Bucky, most of all. The former Howling Commando and Winter Soldier was still gaining his bearings in this new world. Steve knew the feeling better than any. And he was glad to have his old friend back. He wasn’t going to throw him away so easily and he knew Bucky had no one else but him. If he left, Bucky would have nothing.

Maybe he wanted too much. He was with his best friend doing what he did best. Helping others. Their missions together were a little less stressful than others. The two old friends would commiserate between the fights and damage control. This one was a little less dramatic. Observation. The two of them would be in a safe house, just next door to an arms factory. The cameras had been hacked but they were more concerned with the coming and going of men and women in suits.

Two days in and they were taking turns on watch. Bucky had just returned with some shawarma from a nearby food truck; their meals only came at night when they could sneak in and out. They ate in silence, but not a tense one. Steve had taken the night before so it was Bucky’s turn to watch the dead factory. There wasn’t much sleep to be had in the thin sleeping bags spread across the hard floor. Even so, Steve suspected he’d get at least a few hours out of sheer exhaustion. And maybe he’d text Y/N before he closed his eyes.

“Well,” Steve crumpled up his wrapper. “Your turn.”

“Ugh, I know,” Bucky grumbled, “Shit, why are we wasting our time? Can’t Stark just send in the army?”

“Due diligence,” Steve stretched his arms as he stood. “Lot of red tape behind all the action.”

“Say what you will about Hydra but they didn’t drag their asses,” Bucky grumbled as Steve patted his shoulder. “Go on then. Get some sleep.” He yawned between words, “I’ll manage.”

“Night, Buck,” Steve turned and ducked into the next room.

He kicked back the top of the sleeping bag and lowered himself as he pulled out his phone. He hadn’t even unlocked it when his eyes were drawn to an unusual sight. A slat of moonlight leaked in through the boarded up window and shone on Bucky’s half open duffle. Steve tilted his head, sure his tired eyes and the dark were playing tricks on him. Even if it was what he thought, he shouldn’t pry...but the colour was so familiar.

Steve glanced at the doorway. He heard Bucky’s wrapper as it was crushed and tossed away. He held his breath as he got to his knees and carefully crawled across the floor. He lit up his phone screen and hovered it over the open zipper. He frowned. Slowly, he reached inside and lifted the red boy shorts to eye level. The small white star on the front glared back at Steve and he dropped the satin in shock.

He gulped as Bucky’s boot tapped on the floor from the other room. He frantically tucked the panties back into the duffel and hurried back to his sleeping bag. The wood creaked as the doorway filled with his friend’s dark figure and he entered quietly. “Sorry, just gonna make some coffee so I don’t bother you later.”

“Yeah, uh, no problem,” Steve’s hand shook as he held his phone to his chest. He was thankful to be hidden by the darkness.

Bucky moved around carefully in the din and Steve gritted his teeth. His heart was hammering. Even as he thought of the bright red panties, he didn’t feel any anger for the man clinking around with the percolator only feet away. He was filled with rage at the woman he had convinced himself was the one. Heartbroken that he had imagined his life with her so entirely. He had been such a fool.

He thought of her now. The way she smiled at Bucky; her innate warmth towards him. He had merely thought it was the way she was with everyone. She had always been so friendly; so kind and he had reasoned that she only extended the same towards his best friend. For his sake, at least. Steve watched Bucky’s broad shoulders as the tin began to quake over the plug-in burner.

Had she given them to him? Or had he accidentally packed the forgotten underwear? Should he say something? No, this wasn’t between him and Bucky. It was between him and Y/N. She had betrayed him. After three years, she had tossed it all away. How long had she been carrying on behind his back? The two of them?

The smell of coffee filled the air and Bucky filled a metal mug. He stood and whispered a good night as he blew on the steaming brew. The moment he was through the door, Steve could breathe again. He shoved his phone away from him and turned onto his side. He crossed his arms as he steamed.

All he could see when he closed his eyes were those panties. Her wearing them as she kissed his best friend. Sliding them down her thighs so she could fuck him. Fuck another man. Steve had never been so mad in his life. To be deceived so blatantly to his face. When he got back, he would see how innocent she truly was.

You were worried. It was so unlike Steve not to text. Of course, there were missions where he was on radio silence protocol but he had gone so far as to inform Sam of his impending return. You had heard it from another that your boyfriend and quite possibly the love of your life was on his way back from an entire week away. Safe and sound. That was why you preferred the little messages. To assure you that he was alive and well.

You waited impatiently in the lounge. You had a special night planned. A nice welcome back. Relaxing. You would light some candles and break out the flavoured massage oil you had bought just days ago. You were already wearing the lacy pink bra and panties you had purchased as another surprise. They were hidden beneath your pale blue blouse and grey skirt. No one would guess what you had in store for America’s ass.

When he walked in, Steve looked miserable. You had rarely seen him in such a state. You stood as Bucky entered behind him, the two oddly silent. You smiled at both of them but only Bucky returned the gesture. Something was wrong.

“Steve, you’re back,” You greeted in a bubbly voice, “How was your mission?”

“It was a mission,” He said grimly. His jaw was square, his blue eyes evasive. “Long.”

“Jeez, what happened?” You looked to Bucky who shook his head in confusion.

“Basic reconnaissance,” Bucky shrugged, “But not much sleep.”

“Oh,” You looked back to Steve. Usually he’d be all over you; hugging you, kissing you, but he seemed so distant. “Well, you’re back now and you can get all caught up.”

Steve’s eyes finally met yours and slowly moved to Bucky. He didn’t say a word.

“I think I’ll go get a head start on that sleep,” Bucky raised his brows as he adjusted his duffel on his shoulder. “You guys have a, uh, good night.”

You echoed his good night and watched him go. You turned back to Steve with concern and reached out to him but he drew away. You reeled as if he had smacked you. “Steve, what’s wrong?”

“You don’t know?” He challenged as he crossed his arms.

“No, you haven’t even texted me, I…” You blinked in confusion, “Please, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Let’s talk then,” He growled, “My room. Now.”

The air caught in your chest at his tone. He had never spoken to you in such a way. Had never been so visibly angry. All you could do was stutter your ascent and precede him into the hall. His footsteps echoed yours darkly; heavy, determined. You felt as if you had done something wrong and yet you could think of nothing. Even so, if you had committed some offence, he never reacted so aggressively.

As you came up to his door, he reached past you and twisted the handle. He pushed it open and shoved you inside, almost taking you off your feet. You stumbled in and spun back to him as he slammed the door. You were actually terrified. Never had you felt any fear towards him. Never anything but safe and loved.

“You think it’s funny?” He barked, “Playing around and making me your clown?”

“W-what?” You sputtered.

“I found them, Y/N,” He snarled, “I remember you told me you got them because they made you think of me. Well, him too, I suppose.”

“What are you talking about?” You were entirely confounded. “Who?”

“Don’t try to act innocent, you little slut,” He snapped, “He was carrying them around in his bag. Like a little trophy.”

“I--” You reached up to touch your forehead, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bucky! I know you’re fucking him.” He hissed, “I should’ve figured it out earlier, but I guess it takes a bright red flag waving in my face to realize.”

“I’m not--you’re serious?” You scoffed. “Steve.”

“Don’t ‘Steve’ me,” He stepped close, lording over you. “You’re going to tell me how long you’ve been fucking him.”

“I haven’t--”

“The truth!” He shouted and grabbed you by the back of your neck. “We’re not leaving this room until you tell me.”

“There’s nothing to tell,” You squealed as he turned you and forced you towards the bed. “Steve, you’re hurting me.”

“Not as much as you’ve hurt me,” He shoved you towards the bed and you fell onto the mattress with a thump. “But I can try.”

You tried to get up but were pushed back down. Steve’s hand was on your back as your arms were caught beneath you and he straddled your ass. He put all his weight on you as he tore your arms out from under your body. He reached beneath and hooked his fingers between the buttons of your blouse. He ripped it open and forced your arms back painfully as he untangled it from them.

“Steve, get off of me,” You reached out as he freed your arms and clawed at the blankets.

“Tell me how long,” He demanded as his hand closed around the back of your bra.

“I didn’t...Steve, I swear,” The tears flooded your eyes as the fear burned the back of your throat. “You’re scaring me.”

He pushed down your head with his other hand so that your face was smothered in the duvet. He leaned over you and growled in your ear. “Unless you’re going to start telling me the truth, you better shut your fucking mouth.”

He leaned back and released your head roughly. You gasped as you lifted your head to catch your breath. He snapped the band of your bra in one swipe.

“Did you buy this for me or him?” He broke the straps one at a time. “You think you’re funny walking around in this. Like the slut you are.”

You were in shock. Your head fell against the bed and you closed your eyes as you trembled beneath him. He slid back, the zipper on your skirt busted as he tore it open. The skirt slackened and he slowly removed himself as he shoved it down your legs. Your heels were tossed away in kind and you sensed him closing in.

You lifted yourself up on your hands and knees and crawled towards the other side of the bed. He caught your ankles and dragged you back until you slipped back to your stomach. He pressed himself to you, his body weighed you down as he laid flush on top of you. He pushed his head next to yours.

“How long?” You shook your head and whimpered. His hand went to your throat and closed around your neck. “How long, slut?”

“Please don’t call me that,” You begged.

He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on your neck. He lifted his pelvis as he felt around with his other hand. You heard a zipper and felt fabric against the bottom of your ass. He stroked his cock as he freed it from his pants and you weakly grabbed at the covers. His fingers poked under the lace of your panties and shoved the crotch aside. The head of his cock prodded at your entrance.

“How long?” He asked again.

“Never,” You vowed, “I’d never--”

He slammed into you in one swift motion. You yiped and your nails sank into the duvet. His hand squeezed tighter around your neck and your yelp died in the air. He thrust into you sharply. Your entire body shook with the bed below. He pulled back his pelvis and worked into you in deliberate jabs. It hurt. The tears wobbled at the corner of your eyes and fell down your cheeks.

“How long?” He growled and loosened his fingers enough for you to talk.

“I didn’t--” His hand went tighter and your voice was cut off once more.

This pattern continued with each violent thrust. Every time he asked, your denial was shuttered by his grip at your throat. No answer was enough and only seemed to anger him further. Your pussy was sore. Your head pounded from the lack of air.

“Tell” *thrust* “Me” *thrust* “How” *thrust* “Long!”

He released your neck and you coughed. You shook your head and denied his accusation once more. He snarled and pulled out of you. He stood and smacked your ass. His handprint stung and he repeated the strike. You screamed and tried to wriggle away. He placed his knee on your back, one foot on the floor, and kept you in place and spanked your ass raw. Your lace panties scratched your tender flesh.

“Tell me!” He pulled away and you reached back to touch your flaming ass. You sniffed away your tears and said nothing. “Fine.”

He grabbed your arm and forced you up to your feet. You struggled but found yourself easily overpowered. His hand was in a death grip around your upper arm as he dragged you to the door. He swung it open and you slapped at his shoulder. “Stop it, Steve.”

He ignored you easily. His fly was still undone, the top of his pelvis exposed as his cock bulged against the inside of his pants. The fabric around his zipper was visibly wet. You covered your chest as best you could and prayed no one else stumbled upon the scene. You struggled to keep up with his long strides and he finally stopped before a door. He knocked but didn’t wait for an answer.

He opened the door and pushed you inside. This time you fell to your knees. Again the door slammed and you looked up as Bucky appeared in a doorway to your left. His hair was damp and he was only covered by a towel around his waist. You glanced away meekly.

“Go on and show me what a slut you are,” Steve nudged you with his toe.

“Steve,” Bucky sounded as confused as you felt. “What’s going on?”

“I know you’ve been fucking,” He snapped, “I found her panties in your bag.”

“You did?” Bucky replied. He sounded less surprised now. “Well...I guess I couldn’t keep it a secret forever.”

“What?” You raised your head, “Tell him, Bucky, we never--”

“I’m sorry, Steve, I really am,” He ignored your pleas. “I wanted to tell you but…”

“You’re going to show me.” Steve interjected. “Both of you. What you’ve been doing behind my back.”

“Whatever you want, Steve,” Bucky’s hands went to the waist of his towel.

“Go,” Steve ordered, “Take your panties off and be the slut you are.”

You shook your head as Bucky dropped his towel. You lowered your eyes away from his cock. He was growing hard already. He neared and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Come on. He’s not going to stop.” You stared up at him as your head spun.

“Why are you doing this? Tell him--”

“Now!” Steve shouted. “Or I’ll hold you down myself while he fucks you.”

Bucky grabbed your elbow and helped you stand. There was no point in trying to cover yourself anymore. You lowered your arms and let him lead you to the bed. He turned you and pulled your panties down your legs as you tried to numb yourself. You looked over at Steve who scowled back. You couldn’t. You closed your eyes and surrendered.

He pushed you back so that you sat on the edge of the bed. He guided you further up and pressed your legs apart. The bed shifted as he climbed up between your thighs. Cold metal fingers traced the lines of your pelvis and framed your pussy.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” He whispered and your eyes shot open. He was so quiet only you heard him.

He smiled as he flicked his finger over your clit. Your pelvis spasmed and he added another finger. He drew circles around it and pushed his thighs against yours. He removed his hand to pull your legs over his and lined himself up with your entrance. His metal fingers were back at your bud as he impaled you slowly. He sighed as you trembled against him.

“Fuck her hard,” Steve was closer. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stood at the end of the bed.

Bucky smirked and pressed his thumb to your clit as he followed Steve’s direction. His thrusts were eager, rough. His flesh clapped against yours and your thighs and pussy stung. The reverberation of Steve’s spanking adding to the agony. A swirl of pain and delight ran along your flesh. Electricity buzzed through you, blooming in your core, and burst in a sudden flood of nerves. You bit your lip as you gritted out your orgasm. You covered your face in shame as your back arched for more.

Your hand was pulled away from your face and your wrists were pinned to the mattress above you. Steve held your arms together with one hand as the other bared his cock above his fly. Bucky continued to fuck you, both hands on your hips as he only grew more ravenous.

Steve stroked himself as he pressed his cock to your lips and you kept your mouth closed. “Open up. Now.” His voice was dangerous.

You shakily parted your lips and he forced his way inside. He slid down your throat and you gagged. He met Bucky’s pace in an instant, allowing you no time to adjust. His hand went around your neck once more. His thumb caressed the lump of his cock as it bulged in your throat.

“Swallow.” He commanded as he pushed himself deep and his cum filled your throat. It bubbled around his cock and you struggled to keep from retching as you obeyed. You gulped and he removed himself from your mouth. He dragged the head of his cock down your face and smeared the mix of cum and saliva across your skin.

He backed away from the bed and replaced his glistening cock in his pants. He rounded the bed as you shook with raspy breaths. “Get her up.” Steve demanded. “Bend her over the chair.”

Bucky moved without answering. He pulled you up by your hands and led you to the armchair at the other end of the room. He guided you to bend over the arm of the chair. You braced it as your legs shook dangerously beneath you. Bucky entered you from behind and groaned as Steve came up beside you.

“Fuck. I always wanted to do this.” He purred.

Steve tilted his head and looked to his friend. His blue eyes lingered and slowly he backed away. “Keep fucking her. Don’t cum in her.” You listened to Steve’s footsteps as he paced the room.

You squeaked as you felt another orgasm rising. Bucky spread your ass and plunged deeper and deeper. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He said.

“Shut up,” Steve warned. “Both of you.”

You heard a series of click, the movement of little objects being lifted and placed back down. A drawer slid open followed by the rustle of fabric. And paper. Stiff cardstock by the sounds of it. Photos maybe. Silence but for the sound of your pussy as it clung to Bucky’s cock. You held your breath as the ripple overwhelmed you. An orgasm trapped in shuddering pants.

“Bucky, stop.” Steve said abruptly. “Bucky.”

Bucky pulled out and grunted. He hissed as warmth spilled down your thigh. You slumped over the arm of the chair as you heard Steve approach and Bucky turned away from you. You buried your head against the cushion.

“She never fucked you, did she?” Steve’s voice was low; stunned. “You’ve been…”

“Admiring her. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Bucky replied airily. “Couldn’t help myself. You should teach her to lock her door.”

You legs gave out and you slipped off the chair and into a puddle on the floor. You kept your head to the carpet as your body burned in humiliation. So weak you could not have moved if you tried.

“Why didn’t you say something?” Steve asked.

“We share everything, don’t we?” Bucky answered nonchalantly.

“I…” Steve paused and you sensed him as he neared. He knelt over you and turned you on to your back. He cradled your face as you opened your eyes. He squinted and slowly a smirk spread across his face. “I guess we do.”

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This story takes place during the Sanders Asides Are There Healthy Distractions Episodes, suggested by @heavy-metal-papillon . The idea comes from Logan voicing Deciets line when he pops up to grab his hat from Logan, so in this story Deciet and Logan switched places in the episode.

Switching Sides

Summary: Logan wants some time to himself and Janus wants to enjoy a movie with the other sides in peace. They support and respect eachothers wants and needs, agreeing to switch places for movie night. In doing so, they both gained a bit more than they bargained for.

Warnings: none, but if you see any just say something!

Ships: platonic Lociet, past platonic Anciet

WC: 2, 305

Janus adjusted the his tie one final time, giving himself a once over in the mirror. His hair was combed back smartly, hat tucked away safely in his room for the time being. He had gotten the type right this time, and the white embroidered brain logo stood out against the plain black polo. The stiff dark Jean's were a little uncomfortable but the dress shoes fit nicely so he couldn't complain too much. This had to be perfect, even if it was a somewhat casual setting, he couldn't afford to-

"You know you could've just asked."

Yelping, he whirled around to face the real logical side currently sizing him up with a less than impressed expression. "We aren't discussing anything important today, why are you replacing me again?"

Janus sputtered. "I wasn't!"

Logan's eyebrow raised even more. "So my choice of clothing is just that comfortable, right down to the glasses?"

"...yes."

"Janus."

The deceitful side snapped his head up to glare at the other. "Not so loud! You dont know if one of the others would hear!"

Logan cleared his throat. "No one is left in the mind scape currently except us. Even Remus is currently hiding behind the couch. I assure you no one will overhear us, though of course I will call you Deciet if that would make you more comfortable."

Narrowing his eyes, Janus took a careful step back. "Why aren't you angry at me?"

Logan shrugged. "Why are you disguising yourself to simply watch a movie?"

"Because I-well in case...just in case something comes up that....hes using this to distract himself and that's sort of like lying to yourself so it stands to reason i would want to be there." Satisfied with jus excuse he glared at the other, daring him to argue.

But Logan simply nodded. "I've been meaning to get more work done anyway and would rather do that than watch Roman rig the vote multiple times only to complain about the plot of the movie he picked out. Straighten the tie and be careful."

"Just...just like that? You don't even care?"

"I require time to....gather my thoughts, after the more recent dilemmas Thomas seems insistant on making harder than they should be. Peace and quiet would be nice right now and if you're willing to take my place then I wont argue." Nodding more to himself, Logan reached out to hand him a thermos. "Caffiene helps stave off the inevitable headache. I highly recommend it."

Dumbfounded, Janjs could only clutch the thermos go his chest as he watched the logical trait walk back to his room and quietly shut the door behind him. Something he couldn't quite identify tugged in his chest but he brushed it off quickly and sunk down to the apartment below.

Patton was the first to notice him as he settled down stiffly on the couch, waving excitedly and almost spilling what looked like cocoa all over the floor in the process. Nodding he looked up as Roman began to speak.

"Finally! Now that we have our resident nerd here we can vote." Janus watched curiously as little slips of paper were passed around, narrowing his eyes at the clump that Roman hid in his sleeve but decided not to say anything. He looked over as Thomas cleared his throat, taking the paper offered to him with an excited smile which he quickly dropped in favor of Logans usual impassive expression. He didnt expect to win the vote, but maybe since it was movie night they'd watch all the suggested films to make it fair. He didnt really know how this was supposed to work, Remus and....well, nobody ever watched movies together in the part of the mind he resided in.

Quickly jotting down his selection he waited rather impatiently for the rest to finish, gripping the paper tightly as a hat was passed around.

Wait.

He could only stare as the collection hat got to him. How had they gotten his hat? When did they even get it?....How often did they sneak into his room without him knowing? He wanted so badly to yell, take his hat and sink out, but that wasnt who he was right now.

"Hey L, you good?"

His head snapped up so fast he felt his neck creak. Virgil had never....not for a long time....that tone of voice wasn't for him. Virgil stayed with the "light sides" now, he only showed concern for them. Swallowing around the lump in his throat he reluctantly handed the hat back to Thomas to give back to Roman.

"I'm adequate thank you."

His hand shook slightly as he raised the thermos of coffee to his lips, but if Virgil noticed he didn't say anything.

Swinging his attention back to the current conversation he caught Pattons response to whatever had been said. "...voted for Frozen Roman but I'm still rooting for-"

"Oh my gosh! One hundred percent of the votes went to Frozen!"

He scowled as Patton cheered. "No, fu - falsehood, I did not vote for Frozen!"

"You didn't get a vote because you didnt wear a onesie!"

Taking a preemptive swig of coffee, he mumbled out, "I don't wear those anymore, they're too childish."

"No onesie, no vote, like our founding fathers believed!"

Janus snorted quietly, covering it up with an exasperated sigh as he settled more into couch. While the movie was being set up he glared again at the stolen hat on the floor, bringing out his phone discreetly.

Dee: I know I don't have much right to ask you this, but might I request a favor?

Logan: I assure you it's fine. What do you need?

Surprised at the quick response he continued to type, glancing up every now and again to be sure no one noticed his silence.

Dee: Roman stole my hat somehow, I was wondering if it would be possible cor you to get it back? I know you don't like shifting but I'm not sure how discreet it would be for me to try and get it as you.

Logan: It isn't that I don't like it, I'm just not equipped to be good at it. It does not make logical sense to disguise oneself, therefore I am at a disadvantage when it comes to such things. However, I can replicate your scales if I may have permission to 'raid your wardrobe' so to speak. Only with your permission of course.

Dee: Thank you and it's fine. Just dont go snooping around. You may not like what you find.

Logan: I will not. I have no reason to do anything other than procur clothing and so that is all I will do.

Sighing in relief, Janus settled back somewhat comfortably to watch the movie, letting the other sides' idle chatter wash over him.

----

"Fear will be your enemy."

Janus snuck a glance at Virgil at this line, glancing back away quickly at the look of panic that flashed across the anxious sides face. He wondered if Virgil would ever open up about his true nature....though perhaps until things truly calmed down it was for the best he remained determined to be closed off.

----

He nearly jumped out of his skin as Remus popped up suddenly behind him, clapping his hands at the prospect of Anna and Elsa's parents dying at sea, seemingly completely naked and comfortable enough to showcase go the entire living room. Janus shot him a warning look as Remus peered at him curiously, thanking God that for once Remus seemed content to keep his mouth shut.

----

"Wait, Hans is tricking Anna making her believe hes in love with her, but shes not around...why make that face?" He had watched the movie before of course but now that he had people to discuss it with that weren't making sexual innuendos every other sentence he felt much more comfortable speaking out.

"Yeah your right...."

Janus promptly turned out the rest of Roman's sentence, discreetly entering the date into his phone that Roman had admitted he was right in something, even if he didnt know who he was speaking to.

----

"Do you think this place has a lavatory?"

"Ice toilet!" Patton giggled.

"Or a bed?" Roman countered.

"Ice bed!"

"This place sounds awful." His nature made his blood run colder than normal anyway and the thought of sleeping on a freezing cold bed on top of a mountain surrounded by walls of ice made him very much wish he had in fact worn his onesie.

----

Janus chugged another mouthful of coffee in irritation. "You meddled with the vote to ensure we would watch this and yet you're the one constantly making fun of it."

"Look, this is how I show my love!"

Janus rolled his eyes and settled back into the couch wondering if Roman showed his love this way with the others just as much as he did with his beloved disney films.

----

Janus watched as Virgil voiced his thoughts on the matter that had made them all plan this movie night in the first place. A familiar kind of second hand hurt tugged in his chest while the others' thoughts spiraled further and further, unconsciously blanketing the room with an ever more suffocating blanket of anxiety. He watched as Roman grimaced from across the room, Patton fidgeting in place and gripping his mug ever harder and Thomas dragging fingers through messy hair as Virgil only continued talking faster and faster, becoming more and more worked up as the literal word vomit consumed any rational thoughts left in the room.

"Thomas, Virgil?" He waited calmly as Thomas peeked out from his hands and Virgils panicked face snapped towards him. Pushing down the old familiarity he continued on. "Please do me a favor and name me five things that you can see."

"Staircase." Thomas sighed.

"Impending doom." Virgil quickly countered.

"Olaf."

"A future without friends."

"Lamp!"

"Blinds."

"Pants."

"Now four things you can feel."

"Pants."

"A bad feeling."

"The couch."

"Wall."

"Hair."

"Three you can hear." He smiled in relief as Virgil began to participate more, visibly calming as his mind was brought back to the present.

"Olaf."

"The fan."

"The ice machine for some reason."

Thomas really needed to fix his appliances. "Two things can smell."

"Clean shirt."

"The deodorant Thomas put on because....he was gonna go out tonight."

"And one thing you can taste."

"A sour taste in my mouth probably leftover from those reheated tai noodle leftovers."

Both variably more calm, Janus tried gently explaining the technique he had used, though he knew they both already knew it seemed like a good idea to remind them that they were allowed to use the technique whenever they needed it.

"Thank you, Logan." Thomas breathed out as he leaned forward tiredly.

Janus smiled, going to take another swig of his dwindling coffee when he caught site of a figure dressed in black and yellow on the stairs, nobody having noticed his presence yet.

Allowing himself a smirk behind the thermos, he responded. "No problem. Just your cool teacher being his cool self."

He smiled slightly wider as he heard a quiet scoff from the figure, just loud enough that he could hear it. He hoped Logan didn't think he was making fun of him, this was a rare day where he hadn't lied once around the others.

----

Logan settled quietly on the stairs til the end of the movie, seeming content to join them quietly until Roman brought Janus' hat back out.

After they had discussed the movie's ending, with Virgils anxious thoughts still persisting, he realized they needed to do something else that more actively distracted them all from the situation. As Roman brought out his hat to vote on another activity Logan stepped in quickly, Virgil hissing at him much to Janus' amusement while Logan snatched his hat back without a glance in his direction.

"I was looking for this! Don't touch my shit!" Janus bit his lip hard to keep from busting out laughing at the reality of Logan swearing at Roman for him, a warm feeling enveloping him as the others continued with whatever conversgion they had moved on to. His focus came back as the ending of some kind of Frozen fix it fanfiction was being discussed, making it very hard not to feel smug as his suggested was acted upon and Thomas definitely seemed happier than he had previously. Not being needed for whatever ridiculous story was sure go come out he sunk back down into the mind scape, startling slightly when he appeared right next to Logan who was currently fixing a spare tie as he left Janus' room.

"Ah, you're back. I left your hat on the bedside where I assume it was taken in the first place. I'm the future know that with a little concentration we are able to keep certain sides out of our rooms. I would suggest you utilize this to prevent future thievery."

Janus shook off his disguise and held out the stolen tie. "Thank you...for letting me, well you didn't have to allow me to ho in your stead. I....appreciate the trust."

"Keep it." Logan gestured to the tie before turning away. "Just in case."

Janjs watched in confusion as Logan returned to his room to lock himself away again, finally sighing and turning to his own. Smiling a little he laid the tie carefully in a drawer before plunking his hat back on his head, shoulders sagging in relief at the familiarity.

It was nice to pretend to be someone else and talk with fake friends. But maybe, in allowing himself vulnerability, he had found himself another real one.

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hereliesanotherfic · 4 years

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Three’s a Crowd || Erwin x Reader x Levi || Modern AU

Chapter 2 - Comfort in Comedy

You parked your good ol’ reliable highlander in your new, shared driveway for the 6th time this week and relaxed back into the cloth seats. It was hard to believe another week has come to an end, especially with how crazy it’s gotten for you. This previous Sunday, you had agreed to be Erwin and Levi’s new housemate, taking the third bedroom in their beautiful home. You felt a bit pitiful when you didn’t have many belongings to move in, but Levi commented it made it easier overall. Erwin took your clothes; Levi grabbed the couple boxes you had, and you were in your room in less than an hour. The rest of your night simply consisted of putting your belongings in the closet or drawers.

During the weeknights (since everybody went to work during the day), was the time you spent getting to know them better. Both work at a private detective company called the Survey Corps and have been partners for many years. Erwin is the commander of the sector and Levi is the captain. You knew almost nothing about this stuff, ignoring the fact you were new to their city. Levi explained how most of their days consist of paperwork at a desk in their ‘shitty office’ but the PD (Police Department) would give them a case here and there where they have to go to the scene or hunt somebody down. They almost constantly have a case or multiple going and you understood now why their house is so nice and why they’re so built.

Your coffee shop work has grown steady too. Each day the drinks were easier to make, you flowed more smoothly between customer service and food preparation and you met the remaining coworkers. Historia was the heir to the coffee shop, and she seemed like the perfect fit to run it and Connie was a master at fast-paced drink mixing. He even went through some efforts to create little foam bear faces in their drinks. (He said he’d teach you later, you’re holding him to that!) Him and Eren oversaw baking the pastries too, which one day when you’re comfortable, Armin said they could consider training you on.

Out of nowhere, your driver’s door flung open like a jack-in-the-box, triggering you to jump a bit out of your seat and back up onto the center console. Levi stood in the open-door space with his usual half-lidded stare, in which you proceeded to slide off the console as he spoke to you.

“What are you doing passing out in your car again? You have a room,” he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. He was dressed in a simple black suit, white button up, no tie. Even on Friday’s these guys dressed for success. His hair seemed a tad messy compared to how he left the house this morning. But you noticed even during dinner, socializing time, and whatnot, he would run his fingers through his bangs a lot.

“I-I wasn’t passing out!” You protested, sitting up a bit straighter in your seat. Levi, very obviously, didn’t believe you, waiting for a better answer. “I was just thinking about how the week went and work, that’s all…” your cheeks held a brief tint of pink, being caught dozing off was a bit embarrassing. Especially by someone strict and disciplined like Levi.

“Huh…so I guess you can wake up an hour earlier when you make coffee for us tomorrow.” Your cheeks puffed in pout at his snide remark. Smartass… “C’mon, if Erwin’s not home yet then we start making dinner tonight,” Levi stated while stepping aside to allow you room to exit the Highlander. He led you both in, unlocking the door and you both took your shoes off to leave them at the mat.

You had changed out of your coffee smelling work clothes into some comfortable dark green joggers. By the time you had walked back to the kitchen, Levi had already started preparing. He had changed into a light grey, v-neck sweatshirt, and black sweatpants. On top of that he wore the pure-white kitchen apron that normally hung in the pantry. It was tied securely around his waist, tucking in the sweatshirt a bit and giving slightly more definition to his shoulder blades. Your eyes trailed it, following along his broad shoulders and the bit of skin exposed on the back of his neck. Just as you were admiring his sharp jawline again, he turned his head looking over at you. You immediately perked up in your stand and bee-lined over to him to help cook. He didn’t seem phased at your staring if he truly had caught you.

“Make sure to chop it finely,” Levi stated while chopped up the chicken breasts into clean strips, proceeding to place them in the sizzling frying pan of butter and olive oil. It was incredible how well these guys can cook, and the taste was remarkable! Your next job after the parsley was mincing the garlic, Levi took care of cooking the food, which you didn’t mind. He started to mix all the ingredients together, one by one, and the smell of the food made you anxious for dinner.

“It smells amazing…” you hummed, looking over his arm to see the little bubbles of oil popping from under the chicken. Levi let out a satisfied ‘hmp’.

“Just don’t drool in our food. We’ll be eating shortly, brat,” he said, using his free hand to push you back down flat on your feet. You didn’t even realize you were on your tipy toes to stare at the dish. You looked up at his steel grey eyes that looked so tired.

“Why do you keep calling me brat?” you inquired.

“’Cause you are one still.”

“You’re only a couple years older than me,” you huffed. Levi turned his head to look at you, your (e/c) orbs locking with his steel ones.

“Maybe once you cook a full meal that doesn’t taste like the inside of a coffin, you’ll be less of a brat,” he stated, plain as day. His rude comment of your cooking was only dulled by you practically getting lost in his eyes. You broke eye contact and look away from him towards the open living room.

“I’ll get there, I just cook simpler meals,” you muttered. Levi watched you for a moment before a brief ‘ha’ escaped his lips and he looked back to flip the chicken strips. “Where did you learn how to cook so well?” You challenged.

“A friend of mine,” he said softly, his voice a bit quiet. You stared at him intensely and he felt it, glancing back at you before back to his cooking. You weren’t going to let up so easily. “When we first started living together, he did all the cooking, much better than I. I picked up his tricks and tips.”

“What’s his name? Maybe he could be my teacher too!”

“Farlan, and don’t get your hopes up. He doesn’t live in this town, so he’s not around often.”

“Then you teach me, Captain Levi,” you grinned largely, leaning your elbows on the counter and hands holding up your head. Levi stared down at you for a moment, your smile was incredibly pure and beautiful. He reached a hand up and ruffled your hair briefly, muttering another ‘brat’, before reaching above you and grabbing a large serving plate. You smiled as you moved towards another cabinet to get the dinner plates. You knew you got Levi to teach you how to cook!

As you both were plating the hot meal, Erwin stepped in the door and his nostrils immediately caught whiff of the food. You popped your head around the corner to greet him.

“Erwin, just in time! Levi and I just finished making dinner, hurry to get changed before it gets cold!” You smiled, earning a smile from the blonde man himself.

“Of course, (y/n), I’ll join you both in a moment,” he chuckled and headed to change in his room. You set down three plates and all utensils, Levi scolding you for placing them in the wrong positions and having you correct your mistake. Erwin stepped to the dinning table’s head seat wearing a comfortable pair of dark wash jeans and pastel yellow t-shirt. You eyed how the hem of the t-shirt line ended at the mid-section of his arm muscles, giving a nice view when he naturally flexed, the t-shirt barely giving definition to his chest muscles too. You glanced back down at your dinner plate of pale chicken. Either they bought shirts that were a size too small, or their bulging muscles were too much for their clothes. (You didn’t entirely mind though.) The three of you proceeded to enjoy a well-made dinner, you while ignoring your curious thoughts.

“Erwinnnn!! Leviiiii!!!!” Came a shrilling voice from behind the front door, sending a wave of chills down your spine. It was unexpected right after finishing your meal, normally the nights were quiet chatter. Immediately, Levi groaned, elbow on the table and hand holding onto his forehead. The black tea in his cup was almost completely gone. Erwin smiled pathetically at the raven before standing up and heading to the door. Erwin’s plate was completely cleaned, his cup of black tea standing empty. The door opened to a hyper-active brunette with glasses, immediately running inside the door to the dining table, Erwin not too far in pursuit of her.

“Did you guys hear?!” She exclaimed, hands practically slamming on the table. “Deadly Devour almost had another kill!!” Your eyes looked at her with worry, not necessarily about the horrifying words she said, but the fact it looked like their cheeks were red from blushing and their happy exclaim about it. “The only reason the victim survived is thanks to a patrol cop on duty who called backup! He’s making his moves!!” The brunette panted, licking her dry lips from excitement. You face paled a bit, was this person okay???

“Hange, please settle down, you’ll worry (y/n),” Erwin pardoned, motioning to you and her eyes followed, softening a bit. Levi sighed.

“What’s the status of the victims?” he calmly moved the conversation along, wanting as much information as the crazy detective could give him.

“The woman and the first officer are in the hospital in critical condition, they’re doing everything they can, so we just have to wait.” She then stepped around your chair to the free one on your side, pulling it out and taking a seat besides you. She outstretched her hand a bit with a gentler smile gracing her face. This was a pretty side of her from the five minutes you’ve seen.

“My name’s Hange Zoe! I live a house over and I work as a detective with Erwin and Levi! I’m specifically in charge of experiments and research!” You took her hand to shake, a small smile lifting on your lips. Her hand was larger than your own and had a strong shake to it too. “You must be (y/n), the new roommate they were telling me about!” You nodded, a faded blush on the top of your skin. You never thought they would talk about you at work, you were just a roommate. “If ya ever need anything these guys can’t do, give me a call!” Hange seemed pretty sweet when she wasn’t yelling.

“Thanks Hange,” you said. Hange then turned back towards the table, taking a piece of the lemon chicken strip on a plate for herself. It impressed you how quickly she made herself at home.

“Well, unfortunately we can only investigate so much until we can get more information from the victims,” Erwin sighed as he sat back down, fingers interlocked with each other. “But if both victim and officer are in critical condition, it can go either way.”

“And the damn doctors won’t let us in to ask anything until they’re dead or surviving,” Levi grumbled, finishing his chilled tea. Hange nodded vigorously.

“All we can do for now, is investigate the scene of the crime. It’s been crossed off for now, but we only have tomorrow to scout the area,” she said calmly, taking a bite of the food after their words. You sat at this table completely miffed by what was being spoken about. You were they were all detectives for the private company, Scouts, but this sounded serious and it made you sweat a little inside. Erwin must’ve picked up on your nervousness.

“Don’t worry about it (y/n)” he assured, resting a hand on your shoulder giving a light rub. “He doesn’t attack just anyone, you’re new to town so you’re safe. And no matter what you have the three of us here too.” His words were so comforting, you nodded in appreciation. “Why don’t you go get some rest, the three of us have more to discuss and you don’t need to hear more.” There was a part of you that wanted to stay, as scared as you were, you wanted to hear it. But Erwin didn’t give you the option. His words, his body language, it all told you to leave the room. You stood from the table, reached to collect the empty dishes before Levi lightly swatted your hand away. Your eyes locked with his for a moment, the exact same language was silently being stated like it did from Erwin. You let your head fall slightly and made your way to your room. None of them spoke until they heard the click of your door.

“You boys could be a little nicer, ya know,” Hange said while chewing on some bites of chicken. Levi grimaced at her action, demanding she speak only after she swallows.

“She doesn’t need to concern herself with this information, it’s a bit much for a new girl in town to hear.” Erwin said softly.

“We’re getting too close to Deadly Devour anyways. If any of us become a target, that increases her chances of becoming one too,” Levi added. Both men agreed before you moved in that this was a case too dangerous to let you get close too. Hange agreed, but whined that they didn’t have to be so cold to such a hot young lady like yourself.

You laid on your bed in your room. You had taken a nice hot shower and dressed yourself in your comfortable pajamas and bathrobe. The light in your room was naturally dimming as the sunset set farther down the globe. It felt a little hard to be calm. Hange just barged in with this ‘Deadly Devour’ guy making moves, trying to kill people. How was he going about it? What was his next target or where? Were Erwin and Levi in real danger too? What about Hange? Erwin consoled that you wouldn’t be a target for such an event, but it’s still scary to think about. You rolled around on your sheets, flipping side to side before filling curling up in a ball, squeezing your blanket into your face. This town was wonderful so far…you don’t want anything to ruin this one. You weren’t sure when your brain finally took a pause and allowed you to pass out.

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***I am a visual aid person so writing stories I either make a map or borrow one. This is to help any readers like me who do better with visual aids! :)

For reference, their house similar to this Only diff is all 3 bedroom sizes, bathrooms and closes are the same size on the left of the house and that extra space where the master bathroom is, is a larger study room. ***I do not own pic/design, simply using it as a layout reference. Credit goes to proper owners.

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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Sunshower 8

A shower. A simple shower and a brief walk to the pond was all Ilia had left before the most awkward conversation in her life. No amount of White Fang training could prepare her for this. Expressing feelings weren’t something covered when training to be a spy. Maybe Neptune was right on the money about taking time to sort out her head before confronting the problem. A piece of her soul felt like it left Ilia’s body at the realization just how crazy that was to her. Neptune was right and she should’ve listened. He must never know. ‘Oh well. What’s done is done. Might as well appreciate the time I have before self destruction.’ She thought walking back to her house painfully slow.

Slow or not, eventually she found herself in the middle of the forest in front of an arrow sign pointed done with her initials on it. The ground underneath her feet was clear of any obstacles; just a perfect grass circle. Around her were tall, strong trees that shot straight in the sky with branches as thick as logs. One tree in particular had a branch that bent down lower than the rest and had small holes carved into the trunk. Ilia rested her hand on the sign and turned the arrow straight up. ‘Home sweet home at last. Well...mostly.’

Usually Ilia wouldn’t miss the chance to train her acrobatic skills but there was way too much on her mind to trust herself to not slip up. Instead off running up any trees or flipping from branch to branch, Ilia took the easy path and started climb up the tree with carved footholds in it. If Adam was ever good for anything it was his constant nagging about how houses in Menagerie should have at least two easy ways to get to. Multiple types of a faunus species might have to drop by for whatever reason and it would a real pain for a place to only be accessible by having a specific trait. Even a broken clock was right twice a day she supposed m.

Ilia reached a layed of dense foliage that was woven together with straw and covered the entire circle below; essentially blocking most of the sunlight from coming through. ‘Where is that stupid...ah ha!’ relieved to find the soft spot in layer, Ilia pushed her way through with easy and stood on the flooring. Infront of her was a giant hut. The roof was also made of a thick straw that allowed rain to run off it as it extended past the actual frame of the wooden house. Two windows were placed on each side of the door. Decorating the outside was always an idea she entertained but never did. The inside and the utilities was the more important part anyways.

The girl smiled when the gentle breeze from opening the door hit her face. To the left was a futon up against the wall with a silk blanket on the armrest and a rug on the ground in front of it. A small coffee table was a bit further away that held a tiger lily as the center piece. Up against the wall the door was on had a dusty entertainment center with a tv smack dab in the middle. Old movies were placed below it leaning against each other. The right side of the room had the floor made of harden clay since it was the kitchen. The only thing really in it was a wooden circular table in the middle, a fridge in the back that faced the direction of the living room, and from that ran a counter top that curved all the way back towards the door. It caved way into a sink a few feet from the fridge before being a counter again. Then was interrupted again by a basic stove with two burners up top that were about two feet out of reach from Ilia. Drawers held everything she needed underneath the countertop.

She’d be lying if she said wasn’t hungry but considering there’s someone waiting on her, bathing and thinking took priority. Ilia kicked off her shoes and moseyed straight down into the hallway and opened the bathroom door. Easily the smallest room she created for the soul purpose of allowing other rooms to be bigger. She was at the sink the moment she walked in. Passed it was the toilet and another few inches away was the tub that ran sideways. A sliding warped glass door was attached to it. The ceiling had an opening above it to vent out the steam she always made. Ilia found herself leaning against towards the full mirror on top the sink. Her hands curling against it and staring at her reflection in slight concern.

‘Geez I look this rough even after sleeping?’ The woman thought looking at how mess her hair was. Underneath her eyes were a bit dark but that’s the price of partying hard; even if she didn’t enjoy it. Well...most of it. She started looking at her hair tie before settling it down.

‘Last night really happened. It wasn’t a dream. I wonder how much Sun exactly remembers? How much do I remember?’ Soon her clothes fell to the floor as she continued to look in the mirror. The color of her skin slightly turning pink the more she recalled last night.

‘He...might remember seeing me, all of me. Is that good or bad? I remember all of him.’ That memory only helped to make her get pinker. “All of him...”

Her hands retreated from the sink and went to her hips. Bit by bit the entire picture was forming. Last night was getting vivid. She remembered the way he was looking at her; the way he held her. Ilia remember the way his fingers wrapped and pressed into her hips. The feeling was...new? No, that’s not quite the word. Foreign, it was foreign to her. Not to say that is was bad, just expected. Like everything else was last night was. The words they exchanged, the feelings behind them that accompanied tears and the embrace that came afterwards. Ilia wasn’t expecting any of that. It was nice. Sun was ni- “Agh! What does that mean!?!?” She shouted out loud before walking to the tub flustered and turning on the water. “A cool bath. A cool bath will calm me down. Everything will make sense when I calm down.” Water rushed out the faucet and filled the tub that gave another reflection to struggle with. This time she had noticed something she had overlooked the first time. A few spots on her chest weren’t spots at all. They were little bruises lightly peppered everywhere. She had forgotten her hips weren’t the only thing that got a fair amount of attention last night. She’d be flattered right now if she didn’t feel like she was about to die from her own memories. “Sigh, why is this the one time I remember everything!?”

xxxx

Sun:*texting* “Neptune! Aww you asleep yet!?”

Neptune: “We just saw each other...”

Sun: “I know, just have a question. What would you do in my situation? Follow up, what would happen if-”

Bzzz! Bzzz!

His phone lit up with a Neptune’s name in a face time. Sun immediately answered and saw his best friend with messy hair and laying in the hammock.

Neptune:.....

Sun:....Am I bugging you?

Neptune:No, just can’t believe this is happening. I’m usually the antsy one. Is this how you feel usually; calm and fine? I didn’t realize you had the best seat ever.

Sun:How do you deal with drama all the time!?

Neptune:Because I have you dude.

Sun:That was sweet and all but.....

Neptune:You are Sun Wukong. If you can handle being friends with Ilia after she stabbed you then you can handle a little awkward post sex conversation. I got your back but I don’t think you’ll need it.

Sun:Wow, thanks Neptune.

Neptune:No problem. Consider it me paying it forward. You were there with my major girl problem.

Sun:*eyes widened* Woah I didn’t think you would ever mention-

Neptune:Her name is still banned!

Sun:Should’ve guessed. Still proud of you.

Neptune:Yeah yeah, save that pride and turn it into confidence. It’s not like you’re on a time limit to think. Just don’t run into her and do something crazy.

Sun:About that....

Neptune:What did you....?

The embarrassed boy was about to answer before he looked across the lake to see the girl in question finally showing up. Her hair was still down and she wasn’t in her usual clothes. Ilia wore a plain white T-shirt and what looked to be gray track pants. Complete with black running shoes. Sun couldn’t tell if it was for comfort or a sign that this will end with her fleeing the scene. He was sitting on a pier that led to some pretty deep water after all.

Sun:I’ll call you later Neptune. Maybe.

Neptune:What does that mean!? Su- *disconnected*

Sun:*mumbles* Definitely going to be hearing about that later.

“Hearing about what later?” The voice said, catching him off gaurd. His tail perked up along with his swiveling head. He was surprised to see Ilia was standing a few inches behind him already. Was she faster than he realized or was he spacing out that much? Now wasn’t the time to think of it.

Sun:H..hey

Ilia:Hey *rubbing her arm*

........

Sun:Wanna have seat? If you know, you want to? Which ever is fine by me. Sitting or standin, hehehe not much of difference and stuff. *clears throat*

Ilia:*raises eye brow* Freaking out?

Sun:Oh you know. A little bit.

Ilia:Good. Means I’m not the only one. Today is....

Sun:Yeah, definitely. A real cluster of a lot of things.

Ilia:Exactly.

A few more minutes went by before Ilia finally chose between sitting or standing. Her feet inched up to the edge of the pier next to him. She thought about her choice one more time in her head before sitting down next to him; her legs dangling over the edge. The soles of her shoes grazed across the water’s sureface. Distorting the perfect image of the blue sky above. Ilia couldn’t bring herself to look at him directly but his reflection was manageable at least. What she saw was to be expected but surprising all at once. Sun wasn’t looking at her either. His tail was wrapped around his left wrist as he rubbed the tip.

Ilia:(I guess even the most social of people have their moments. Damn, really wanted to be the passive one here but looks like I’m going on offense.) Did, did I keep you waiting?

Sun:*turns around* Huh?

Ilia:Were you waiting here long? I kinda took my time bathing.

Sun:Oh, no it was fine. Too many things to think about to notice the time.

Ilia:Makes sense. There’s definitely a lot of things to think about. So.... wanna try thinking about them together? Two heads are better than one.

Sun:Sounds like a plan. Should we be facing each other then or-

Ilia:*red* back to back would be nice!

Sun:Oh......

Ilia: “Oh?” That not work for you?

Sun:It’s fine.

Ilia:Obviously it isn’t with you.

Sun:Yeah but face to face makes you uncomfortable apparently so I’ll deal.

Ilia:...... Well now I don’t want to do back to back at all.

Sun:*chuckles* Oh my god...

Ilia:What?

Sun:Does this really matter? I was just trying to make you feel comfortable.

Ilia:Well I’m trying to consider your feelings dummy. Someone has to validate them unlike you.

Sun:What’s that supposed to mean?

Ilia:You just tried pushing the way you feel to the wayside like you did last night!

Sun:What else was I supposed to do!? You were having a horrible time. Are you trying to tell me you would’ve listened if I wobbled up to you drunk and depressed.

Ilia:OF COURSE! We’re friends! I care about your feelings! *stares at him*

Sun:....

The two of them locked eyes quietly. Sun’s face inspects the rigid expression on Ilia’s face. He’s seen the girl be serious. He’s been on the serious end of her weapon after all. This was different though. Familiar.

Sun:I think Neptune is growing on you.

Ilia:What?

Sun:He’s always getting on me when it comes to things like this. Guess you really do care? *smiles*

Ilia:.....*looks away*

Sun:Ilia?

Ilia:Shut up. *turns red* we’ll just look at each other through the lake. Sound fair?

He stares down at the water and notices the girl every so often stealing glances at him before looking away again.

Sun:This works.

Ilia:Why was back to back even a problem for you?

Sun:Why is your hair down still?

Ilia:Where...where the hell did that come from?

Sun:Oh I thought we were asking obvious questions. Discussing important problems gets harder when you can’t see a person’s expressions. If you can’t see them then words feel less honest.

Ilia:Don’t trust my words?

Sun:I don’t trust mine. I...have a knack for saying things that don’t particularly go perfect with what I’m trying to get across. Earned a few slaps because of it.

Ilia:Ouch. Who’s bold enough to do that?

Sun:Not many but it happened enough times to know I should tread more lightly with sensitive topics.

Ilia:Fair enough. Well if it means anything, you’ve been doing pretty well so far. Not just today but with last night at the party too. Thanks.

Sun:I wouldn’t exactly thank me for last night. Are we finally gonna talk about how it ended?

Ilia:I’m still on why you think you my hair is still down.

Sun:Ilia...

Ilia:Fine, fine, where do we even start?

Sun:Do you regret it?

Ilia:Right into the deep end I see. Good as any place I suppose. It’s the only real question I had time to mull over. When I woke up I was extremely shocked about the entire thing. I didn’t remember much at first and I’m going to be honest with you. Everything felt really shitty.

Those words cut deeper than Sun expected. His hands joined together tightly. A slow exhale left his body as he nods and stares into the water. ‘Can’t blame her.’ Sun thought to himself before the touch of Ilia’s hand landed on his shoulder. The boy glanced at her reflection to see it was as calm as the water it was on,

Ilia:However, I’ve had the opportunity to take a nap and a bath since then. Last night was definitely confusing, weird, and probably the most vulnerable I’ve felt since fighting Blake. It was also the first time since then that I felt genuinely comforted; you did that Sun.

Sun:So, we’re okay then?

Ilia:Yeah. No regrets on this side of the pier. Just a really, really unexpected story to tell one day.

Sun:Phew! Thank the Gods! *falls back*

Ilia:I’ll take that as you have no regrets either?

Sun:Most of my worries came from thinking I hurt you in someway. I can deal with feeling a bit of weird or uncomfortable as long as you don’t hate me. No way I could live with this otherwise.

Ilia:You really put others before yourself don’t you?

Sun:I wouldn’t say that. If I can make someone’s life better then I try. Accidentally making more problems messes with me.

Ilia:(I can relate.)

Sun:Next question. Are we...gonna talk about this after this conversation?

Ilia:Not sure I follow.

Sun:We ever gonna bring this up in casual conversation or Is this our secret?

Ilia:Do you wanna tell people?

Sun:Not really, no. I don’t want to pretend like this never happened either.

Ilia:Pfft you make it sound like I was your-.......

Sun:Hmm? You ok? *sits up*

Ilia:*covers face*......

Sun:......

Sun:You remembered I told you that last night was my first time?

Ilia:*nods* I can understand if you wanna push me into the lake right now.

Sun:Eh. It’s no-

Ilia:Don’t say it’s no big deal. That’s a huge deal! You only get one of those.

Sun:Wasn’t it your first time too last night?

Ilia:With a guy! I’ve been with women bef- how have I been with more women than you!? That’s insane!

Sun:*shrugs* We ran in different circles I guess. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this but you’re way more of chick magnet than Neptune.

Ilia:The girls here seem to be swarming around him like flies.

Sun:True. Doesn’t mean he’s slept with any of them. Neptune just gets a lot of dates.

Ilia:You’re lying....

Sun:Ask himself yourself at the party tonight.

Ilia:Wait, you’re partying again tonight?

Sun:Might as well. I was gonna skip it but didn’t really hangout with Blake last night for obvious reasons. I was hoping you’d back me up.

Ilia:Me?

Sun:Yeah you. Think of it as sort of a do over. I don’t mind the way yesterday ended but everything leading up to it was....a social disaster. *rubs head* Yang and I are on shaky ground. Eventually it’ll get back to Blake unless I can find a way to bury the hatchet. Who knows? Maybe things will blow over like this?

Ilia:Doesn’t Yang have a reputation for being aggressive?

Sun:All the more reason for you to have my back! Besides, don’t you wanna try putting your best foot forward in all this?

Ilia:Not really.

Sun:Wow...

Ilia:Did you forget I’m the one who had the mentality to brush off Belladonna problems and feelings for awhile? I think I’ll just stay home this time.

Sun:I can’t change your mind? You really want to stay home?

He was asking a lot of good questions. Anymore and Ilia might have to tell Judy that her detective promotion might get stolen. Staying home wasn’t the most exciting thing ever but faking fun was no better. Home had a bed though and no drama.

Ilia:Sorry, maybe tomorrow. I doubt this will be the only party. Let me know how it goes though okay? If they ask about me then just tell them I party too hard yesterday. Too much excitement.

Sun:Ummm out of curiosity, is that last part a lie or the truth? *blushing*

Ilia:Ummmm that’s uh. That’s definitely a question isn’t it?

Sun:*winces* F..forget I asked.

Ilia:Listen-

Sun:I get it. Definitely weird to ask. I was curious but we can leave that one alone.

Ilia:There’s just a bunch of layers to that. That entire moment is pretty jumbled. Peak performance was something neither of us were at. Not to say that you were underperforming! No you were...I thought.....sex was.... I don’t want to ask for an out, but could you kindly give me one? I’m digging myself a hole.

Sun:Hmmm. Don’t you have to go back home and rest up? I’m pretty sure you told me you needed strength for partying tonight. *smirking*

Ilia:That’s cheating! I don’t want that shovel!

Sun:I’m not saying you have to go to Blake’s house. Enjoy other things. Hangout with Neptune. He thinks you’re cool. After I’m done with my business then the three of us can hang. No drama, no weird conversations,just the three of enjoying the festivities.

Ilia:Persuasive, aren’t you?

Sun:So are you when you’re drunk and I can’t believe that just came out my mouth; was that too soon?

Ilia:Considering it’s been like ten minutes? Yeah it is, but I walked into that one. *crosses arms* I will party for three hours at most and this time there’s no drinks. Deal?

Sun:I can work with that. See you tonight then?

Ilia:I’ll be on the beach the moment three hours are up I’m gone, so you better make nice with Yang fast.

Sun:Please, making friends is practically my secret semblance.

Sun hit his chest before smiling proudly. Ilia couldn’t help but cringe a little at the remark but at the same time wondered if that was possible. The charisma around him did seem to be a bit infectious. Blake and Neptune adoring the boy was proof enough that he can find interests with people on opposite ends of the social spectrum. Ghira was the only one who seemed impervious to it but what dad isn’t wary of charming boys talking to their daughter? Especially in Blake’s case.

As much as she stressed over the talk, it was over in a fraction of the time she expected. Yeah there was a lot of things that could’ve been discussed further but not as important as what they went over. There’s time for that later. Right now she running on fumes and Sun had already got up and started to walk away. Yet there was one thing that gnawed at her thoughts a little as she sat alone. A thing that flustered her because of his idiotic question. Ilia was his first and he was fine with that happening, but was she herself actually good!? He hadn’t once commented on her performance. Ilia wasn’t sure if she actually wanted the answer. All she knew was she was tired of turning pink.

Part 7

#rwby #rwby sunshower #ilia amitola #sun wukong #sun x ilia #neptune vasilias #rwby sunspots #rwby ships

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boku-no-loveletters · 4 years

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Hello!! Could I get a match up with the league villains?🥺 I’m 170cm tall, I’m skinny (sadly I’m shaped like the letter I and rll self conscious ab it) I have shoulder length brown hair with two blonde stripes in the front, grey eyes. I’m a mix of a calm and logical person and a childish person with dumb jokes who can’t even sit still. I luv playing video games, reading, drawing. I usually wear dark oversized clothes or baggy pants with small tops. I’m european so my accent is rll thicc.Thank u!

Hey, what’s up? Hope you enjoy your match-up!

I matched you up with…

Shigaraki!

He's feral but I loved him since the beginning

-Now there are actually multiple reasons as to why I matched you up with Shigaraki, one of them being the fact that you are calm and logical but still allowing yourself to be loose and crack a few jokes sometimes. I think Shigaraki would respect that and probably admire your humor.

-Being calm and logical around Shigaraki is important, because he has very heavy mood-swings and being able to keep your composure if he switches dispositions will earn his approval. And while that is important, Shigaraki would probably also enjoy a carefree soul, so if you have the tendency to slip a dirty joke in on a conversation and make him crack a smile then you’re on the right path.

-The chances of you and him running into each other would either be by pure chance or an unintended every day occurrence. He could be a casual looking citizen who you have no idea is walking around in the streets with other people or he could be the one who was responsible for holding you captive. In an accident.

Well shit.

This is how it ends, huh? Being restrained in a villain warehouse where nobody will find you after they strip you of your skin and throw you out the door faster than you could say ‘sorry’?

Not to mention, earlier you kept thinking that nothing bad was going to happen today. That everything was going to be sugar and rainbows, that it was all going to be fine. But you were oh, so wrong.

"You fucking jinxed it, you idiot," you growled to yourself before attempting to slam the large and heavy cuffs on your wrist down on the metal chains dangling from your ankle.

But it didn’t budge, you reeled back the both of your wrists and tried again, still to no avail.

To be honest, you had absolutely no idea as to why you were being held here in this crappy makeshift hideout against your will. One minute, you were simply walking out of your apartment going to get some much-needed groceries from the store, and the next thing you know, you're being stabbed with a needle in your neck before blacking out completely.

Snarling in disappointment, you took a deep breath and then slumped down to your knees with your back facing the wall. After your little endeavor at trying to break free, your body temperature flared up and made you more heated up than normal. You must be getting sick or something because it was either you or the bands on your wrist making you burn up!

But the metal of the room surrounding you was unusually cold and so you used that to your advantage and turned gently, making sure to press as much skin to the wall as you could. The chilled and smooth surface helped immensely as you felt the searing hot sensation fade away.

You sat for a moment, feeling a wave of drowsiness hit your senses as you continued to be still.

How long have you been out? Would it be appropriate if you were to fall asleep again? Well, it's not like you were going anywhere soon and it certainly didn't feel like it was going to harm you if you got any sleep.

So you did. You closed your eyes deliberately before shifting into a more comfortable position and getting some well-earned sleep, hoping to have some sort of good dream before dwelling into your death.

But unfortunately, your time had come sooner than expected. Because as immediately as you tried to gain some repose, a soft click could be heard echoing across the room as the door unlocked to reveal a pale hand lightly opening the large ingot door leading to the entrance.

The pale hand followed up to unveil the shape of a man dressed in a plain black trench coat and tacky dress pants with multiple detached hands on different parts of his clothed limbs. Three were seated on each arm and his shoulders had one individually while his neck and the back of his head had one apiece. The most interesting one, however, was the single hand obscuring his identity from your view.

You could see he was dangerous. Not just because of the limbs, but rather the ominous demeanor he held over his presence and the fact that he seems fully aware of your current situation.

Not long after he had walked in was he followed by two other figures. One was a male with jet-black hair in another simple black jacket and matching pants with various amounts of marks and staples decorating his scarred body and the other was a shorter female. Her ash-blonde hair was loosely wrapped in twin buns, strands of wild stray hairs centering in different angles as two fringes on each side of her face framed her oddly innocent looking appearance as she donned a plain seifuku with a regular Kansai collar.

The greyish-blueish haired male mentioned beforehand was staged in the center of the room and the two other people, which you assumed to be his associates, positioned themselves each on one side of him.

Silence enveloped the room, the heavy steps of their shoes coming to a stop as they gained sight of your poor, slightly hunched figure.

He then clasped his hands behind his back before turning, what you thought to be, his gaze to the other walls. His back faced you as his accomplices kept their eyes fixed on you, watching your every movement so that you didn’t aim to escape.

“So, ” he began, “Do you know why you were brought here for?”

You shook your head no as you tried to keep your cool, already feeling the tension in the room rise by the minute. The burning sensation from a while ago returned and grew from warm to nauseating as it quickly surrounded your senses. Sweat began dripping down your forehead as your stomach did reoccurring backflips.

You could almost feel the other two burn their eyes into your torso, internally gnawing at your emotions despite their placid expressions.

He simply hummed before returning his sight on you, his hands still not leaving their positions as he took a few strides in your direction and stopped a couple of centimeters away from your feet.

You lifted your head to gape directly at the hand covering his face and from the side of your perception, you could make out a pair of piercing blood-red orbs. The wicked glint in his eyes threatening to make you lose your composure, as he then backed away to give you some space. Much to your relief as you released a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

You internally quivered as you let your gaze drop to the floor before hearing a heavy sigh of what appeared to be..frustration?

"There has appeared to have been a mistake made. You are not whom I intended to be after." he finally spoke, the stillness after was deafening.

"The idiots out there must have grabbed the wrong woman," he emphasized, " A woman with brunette hair, just like you."

You raised your head and suddenly put up the largest grin you could muster at the moment. Your whole dampened attitude instantly lighting up at the possibility to live another day and forget all about this encounter.

"But, another problem strikes the current situation at hand. We simply can't let you free and go off telling another hero about our location, " he defined as your smile began to falter.

"So we'll give you three options. We'll let you go scot-free and you keep your mouth shut while my subordinates check in on you from time to time, you join the league free of surveillance and a life free of heroes, or you die at the hands of my comrades?"

"Wait...You're giving me a choice? For real?" you questioned, "You're not just going to kill me?

"No, I am not, " he answered, "Why would I? It'd be a waste and sweeping up the ashes of another dead person and concealing the evidence is enough work already."

You shivered in fear but still hummed in agreement, yet slightly suspicious of this man's intentions but not willing or bold enough to question his motives. So you went with the safest alternative, they let you go and kept an eye on you while you continued to live out your daily life in semi-peace.

"The first choice," you replied confidently. "I don't want to be involved in you guy's problem and I'm sure the other option is self-explanatory, Mr. Handyman."

He simply chuckled dryly in response to your joke before looking at you once more and snapping his fingers, then everything went black.

-You were knocked out, again. Though the next time you woke up, you found yourself in your living room laying on the couch unharmed. You checked you wrists to find that the cuffs of your restraints left a mark deep in your skin as it burned a bright sweltering red. You didn’t notice a bright piece of yellow paper sticking to your chest until you brushed your fingers over your collarbone. A neon lemon sticky note was attached to your shirt, you ripped it off and examined it closely. It said…

-Keep your mouth shut and your eyes open, we’ll be watching you.

-And so you didn’t really sleep that night because of both the LOV and the fact that you had taken more than the usual amounts of naps you were prone to take during your free time. But other than that you continued on with your life and moved on, almost forgetting your previous encounter with the S rank villain.

-The next time you had met him was when he arrived about a month later and by that time you had nearly forgotten all about what happened back there. So when he came to check up on your status and making sure you weren’t attempting to leave the country, he was surprised to find you living comfortably with no sign of your apartment faltering and in poor conditions.

-He knocked and waited patiently, his casual black hood and oddly bright red sneakers helped concealed his identity as he stood still. He had imagined that you thought that you were being left along, that you would trembled beneath his gaze again. But when you opened the door to reveal yourself, you just stared at him.

-You stood there trying to remember who this man was, but he didn’t say anything and instead pushed you aside and made himself at home. He walked to your living room and plopped himself on the couch before removing the hood from his head.

- “Oh, yeah Mr.Handyman”

-You didn’t say anything and instead switched the TV on. You sat down next to him as you felt his eyes burn holes into your back.

-And that’s how it went on for weeks, Shigaraki would always come up to your place to ‘Check and make sure you’re not alerting anyone’ and basically just hang out. The probability of him actually getting comfortable would take somewhere around 2-3 months once he realizes you’re not a threat.

-He won’t even do that much except lounge around and play video games with you, it’s not that villainous except for when he threatens you.

-I think that Shigaraki would enjoy playing video games with you as long as you let him win sometimes. He’s extremely petty so if you won three times in a row and haven't let him get in on a victory , he’ll probably make a fuss about it and not play for awhile. If you’re drawing or reading and not paying attention to him, that’ll probably get on his nerves a little bit too.

-He’s a dick. And yes, that’s something to worry about.

-Love…what is that? Sounds disgusting. Shigaraki is not that emotionally intelligent due to the fact that he had been deprived of tenderness the majority of his childhood so having someone act normal around him and unintentionally be kind to him makes him feel…weird. He doesn’t understand what the warm feeling in his chest is and why it makes him stir.

-You can make him crack a smile. You can make him laugh with your corny jokes and lift up his spirit after a bad day. He doesn’t know what it is, but he likes it and wants all of it.

-So the next time he had come in, he had told you about what kind of odd effect you had on him as he described it in the most surreal way he could say it. When you explained the feelings to him, you had also suggested dating to which he agreed after he had a proper grip on what he had just been told.

-Now Shigaraki has not received a lot of affection from his family during his childhood, only his mother and sister has provided him with physical endearment so that will obviously have an impact on his behavior now that he realizes how touch-starved he’s been.

-He will not however, under no circumstances, put his hands on you unless the situation calls for it or you gave him permission to. He does not want the same incident to happen to his significant other as it did his family. That’s the reason why he starts slightly trembling, which could be indicating a panic attack (as I imagined him to have a handful of episodes already.

-So If that happens, then you’d have to use your rationality and be careful. Get his special gloves and calm him down through the emotional episodes.

-I don't think the rest of LOV would mind you, Dabi wouldn't care about you at all but would still keep an eye on you while Toga and Twice ;-; would make small talk with you.

-So Shigaraki and you are more than a perfect fit, your personality traits don’t exactly clash but instead pick up where another one falls down! Your decisiveness and rationality along with your humor and liveliness helps balance you on the scale whereas Shigaraki’s standoffish and aloof position keep you both on your feet.

So I hope you liked this match-up! Writing the clip for this one was fun!

@idontknowuwu3

#Shigaraki Tomura #Tomura Shigaraki #bnha #mha #mha match-ups

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ragnarachael · 4 years

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Spooky Relaxation

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Peter Parker x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1,567

Summary: Morgan spends Halloween with her Uncle Peter. You and Tony finally get some peace and quiet for a night. (request)

A Note: i... i am so sorry it took literally all year to get this out. i’ve scrapped this so much over the time it took to write this, if i’m being honest. i’ve also had a tony stark burn out (and just plain ol’ burnouts and writer’s block in general). i cannot apologize enough about the wait you’ve had, anon.

MASTERLIST ! FEEDBACK !

“Morgan can you please stay still?" You begged softly as she held her horned golden helmet on her head as she kept twisting around and watching her emerald and black robes swish with her movements.

Morgan just ignored your begging with giggles and swishing a bit faster.

"C'mon, Loki," Peter teased, his voice in a deeper octave as he carefully heaved Morgan up into his arms to place her on his hip. "Pose for the Midgardian and we shall get candy!"

You scrunched your face up fondly at your brother as he gave you a smug smile once Morgan started to cooperate.

"I may be Midgardian, but I'm her mother, I'll have you know."

"Well aware, now take the picture! We have to get to the good houses that give out whole candy bars!"

You let out an exaggerated huff before holding your phone up once more, Peter and Morgan happily smiling to the point where their dimples were showing as May walked out of the kitchen in her usual witches costume she wore every year as she rushed to answer the door for some early trick or treaters.

If this were a normal Halloween, you and Tony would be dressed in costumes that matched Morgan's and walk around the closest neighborhood near home for candy. But for this Halloween, Morgan begged, begged, begged to go trick or treating with Peter this year.

All because he said he was going to be dressing up as Thor, since he'd been working on a costume for almost a full year.

Morgan was at your side the instance she heard Peter, asking nonstop if she could be his Loki.

Tony about had a heart attack when you brought it up to him, but regardless complied with his daughter and had some conversations with Loki himself on how the hell one goes about making a costume like Loki's dress type... thing he wore on Asgard.

After a few days of measurements and one sleepless night at the compound, Morgan's costume was complete with a cute little helmet for her head and everything.

Loki must have had a soft spot for Morgan because you have no idea how Tony could have finished it that fast.

After a few more whines and pictures, you were leaving May and Peter's apartment after giving Morgan a flurry of kisses as a goodbye and repeating the rules you'd set for Peter. No staying out past nine, have Morgan in bed by ten, be sure to check her candy before she even thinks about eating any of it, the easy stuff. You knew May would take over if anything were to happen.

Part of you wanted to take the long way home and swing around to the compound where Tony was, just to sneak a peek on what he was working on. But you knew that if you did that you'd spend your night back in his workshop and not at home in the cozy cabin the two of you had.

You were quick to push that idea out of your head, really wanting to spend time with Tony and just Tony.

It's been a long while since the two of you had the cabin to yourselves. Not that you both had really minded, but parenting can become exhausting. Quick. Especially when you have a 5 year old who will not stop being so energized, smart, and so quick witted.

Morgan really was Tony Stark's daughter.

Once you were out of the major city traffic, it was a breeze getting back home due to the minimal traffic around the area. It took almost no time at all before you were home, getting out of your car that you parked next to Tony's.

He was home before you for once, and that shocked you a bit.

You made sure you locked your car before you started the trek to the porch before opening the front door.

"Tony?" You called. You flicked your wrist to toss your keys in the small bowl you kept near the door in the small foyer before slipping your shoes off next to a pair of Tony's, hearing pots clanging from the kitchen.

You held back a laugh before you shut the door behind you, carefully navigating to the kitchen to peek on what your husband could possibly be getting up to.

Tony seemed to be cooking, despite what you just heard a moment ago. There was sizzling coming from the stove top where he stood while he quickly stirred something in a pot you could only assume, and the smell was phenomenal. Tony must have put a lot of effort into cooking for once, since there seemed to be no fires yet.

"Tony," you said again as you cocked a brow, carefully sliding up next to him after rounding the corner of the island to see what he was cooking. "What're you cooking?"

"I had FRIDAY look up some romantic dinner ideas and this sounded like a nice one."

You examined what was on the stove top before you and Tony: A pot of what looked like rigatoni noodles that were almost ready to be taken out of the pot, another covered pot of what you could only assume to be sauce of some kind. You did see some mozzarella and basil on the counter opposite of the stove top.

"Ziti?"

"How do you know that just by looking at the counter top and the pots I'm cooking in?" Tony questioned, putting down his weapon of choice for mixing to place a hand on his hip and turn his head to look at you.

"Because I love Ziti, baby. You should know this," you replied simply. Tony kept looking at you for a moment before giving a dramatic huff, leaning forward and pressing a sweet, short kiss to your lips.

"You're right. I should. Now get outta here, I gotta finish this up and then we can have dinner."

You pouted and gave him one more kiss before being shooed out of the kitchen and into the den, finding what looked like a bowl of candy on the coffee table surrounded by some of the little crafts you helped Morgan make to decorate the inside of the house a bit.

Somehow, you found a way to pass the time while surfing through channels on the television. You shifted around on the couch, tugging at one of the throw blankets you threw across the back just this morning to pull it over yourself so you could at least be comfortable while waiting for your husband to finish dinner.

You eventually settled on Hocus Pocus and while Tony put the Ziti in the oven to bake a bit, he had gotten you both some wine to sip on before he was back up and in the kitchen when the timer continued beeping in his pocket.

"Shall we be rebels and eat on the couch?" Tony asked playfully, returning proudly with two plates of Ziti. You took a sip of wine as you patted his empty spot.

"We shall."

The two of you mutually decided to ignore the movie and just talk about your days once you both started picking at the food you had.

"How did our little trickster look with Patrick Swayze?"

You covered your mouth as you kept chewing, shaking with laughter before swallowing to speak. "She looked amazing. I'll get my phone from my pocket and show you whenever I put this plate down."

"That's no fun!" Tony dramatically complained, placing his plate on the coffee table. "Which pocket is it?"

You huffed and scooted a little bit farther away from him.

"You're not grabbing it for me! I'm eating! And ticklish!"

"Dear, I need to see those photos."

You and Tony stared each other down for a moment before the two of you were quick to spring into your own actions.

Tony was moving towards you quickly while you placed your plate of Ziti down next to your wine glass quickly before his fingers started to slip under the hem of your shirt to start tickling your sides.

"Tony! No!"

"Tony, yes!" He shouted dramatically over your squealing, his fingers happily shoving into every spot you were ticklish in. "Where's the phone, Mrs. Stark?"

"Ba-Back pocket!"

Tony continued his assault with one hand as he was quick to reach around and spend a moment feeling you up a bit more than necessary before your phone was in his hand. Once he got it, he was quick to stop and press a kiss to your forehead as a thank you.

You let out a breathless huff as he navigated to your camera roll quickly.

"I want a divorce."

"Sure you do, baby." Tony was smiling wide as he pulled up the picture with both Morgan and Peter smiling. "They look so good!"

"I know! We should have gone as Iron Man and Captain America," you quipped as you started to readjust yourself on the couch, finally catching all of your breath before reaching for your plate of food again.

"Does that mean I could have pulled the suit out from the compound?"

"It means we'd get a costume from Party City and hope for the best."

After that, the rest of the night was just you, Tony, multiple glasses of wine, and ziti, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #peter parker x sister!reader #morgan stark #rachael writes #pttshah

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inbedwithbooksx · 4 years

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The Danish Girl Section One

1). What situation brought Lili about? Both Greta and Einar are painters but of completely different types. Greta is painting a portrait of a woman named Anna who has been posing for her, and apparently she had to cancel their painting session because she sings in some opera that she called in to practice for. Greta didn’t want the day to be a waste, so she asked her husband Einar if he could put on some stockings and the shoes to be worn for the painting so that she was able to get enough of a visual to continue on with it. Although he was slightly reluctant, it didn’t take long whatsoever for him to agree to the task.

The thing making him the most nervous was whether Greta would tell anyone, but she assured him that she would not. She eventually asks him if he will even put on the dress that Anna had been wearing in order to get where the dress hung toward the bottom of her feet. He agreed, and he is then decked out completely in a woman’s outfit from head to toe. He’s feeling beautiful. In fact, so beautiful that he closes his eyes while being painted, and all of his cares and fears go away regarding how “wrong”/embarassing this would be considered, and he starts to feel like the dress was made for him.

Well, apparently this Anna chick gets out of her rehearsal early, because with his eyes closed basking in how right it feels to be in that attire, he hears laughter and Anna’s shrill voice exclaiming how it’s Einar. I was quite confused on whether Greta was also laughing at him in actuality, or if she was just doing it for show because of course that would have been something to laugh about, or what exactly, but Greta goes along with the laughing and jokes about him dressed up, but making sure Anna couldn’t hear, Greta whispered into Einar’s ear that they should start calling him Lili.

2). Where did Greta grow up, and why did she move to Denmark? She actually grew up in California, but one day her father decided he wanted to up and move the family to Denmark. Greta was dumbfounded as to why he would want to move there. She was then reminded by her parents that her very own grandmother Gerda was actually a Dane who decided to dash away from Denmark as soon as she was old enough to California. This was absolutley unheard of during this time to move somewhere so “foreign” like California, especially when she was a young girl and it was so different.

So that is how Greta’s family even ended up in California in the first place - Gerda moved to California and had Greta’s father who later had Greta. Now he he was just taking his family back to where they were from.

3). In what way does Greta “force” Einar into hanging out with her? They meet when Greta starts an art class at the Royal Academy, and Einar is her professor. He’s very skittish around her and honestly just plain strange around her. She tries to engage him in conversation, but he’s usually very short and unreadable in their interactions although Greta continues to try.

Well, one day in classic fashion of the mothers back in the day lol, Greta’s mother is badgering her about who she is going to take to her birthday party and how she herself will have to find an escort for her to take if Greta isn’t going to find one. Her mother even suggests Greta go with her own brother, Carlisle haha! But she tells her mother that she is very capable of finding a date herself, and the next time Greta sees Einar, she proposes the idea to him. He’s his usual awkward self and suggests that she drop his class and enroll in another in order for him to feel comfortable with seeing her off campus. In that moment, Greta decides that not only is he going to be her date for her birthday party, but he will be her husband as well.

4). What happened with Hans the summer before Einar’s father died? Hans was Einar’s friend growing up, and he was over at Einar’s grandma’s house. They were just playing around like the average kids do. Hans asked Einar what was for dinner, and Einar then remembered the two of them were the only ones home. So they went to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Well, Hans came across Einar��s grandmother’s apron, so he began putting it on Einar in a decently sensual way... he was right behind him, tying the strings, and whispered in Einar’s ear something to the effect of “You’ve never played this game before?” And right then - Einar’s father walked in and Hans is running off because of how furious Einar’s father became over the scene he witnessed.

5). Who does Greta end up taking to the artist’s ball, and what occurs with a man named Henrik? Greta ends up taking Lili, because Einar said he didn’t even like the balls anyway. Greta introduced Lili as Einar’s cousin. Both Greta and Lili surprisingly kinda do their own thing during the ball, and when Lili goes outside, she meets a man named Henrik.

6). How does the first appointment with Dr. Hexler go? What realization does Greta come to by the end of it? After multiple instances of Einar bleeding, passing out, and feeling ill in general, Greta decides she needs to ensure Einar is seeing a doctor because clearly something is wrong. He is NOT happy about the appointment that Greta has already made for him even, but he does end up getting on the train to make the appointment. First, when the doctor asks about him liking dressing like a woman, Einar denies it. But clearly, Greta has already brought this doctor up to date with what has been going on with the Lili situation. Einar then realizes that maybe the doctor can even help him, so he begins opening up to him and being honest.

It is very clear that this doctor is not interested in finding anything wrong with Einar medically. Dr. Hexler assumes all of his problems have to do with the existence of Lili. The doctor orders an X-ray to be done, and clearly this was very new technology because Einar didn’t even know what an X-ray was and even believes it when the doctor says that the x-ray could possibly “zap” out what’s inside of him that’s making him want to dress like a woman.

I was under the impression that Einar had gone alone, but while reading, I realized that Greta was in the next room looking through the glass at Einar getting his x-ray. She keeps questioning the doctor to make sure Einar isn’t in pain, but looking through the glass, it’s pretty obvious he’s in pain because he’s writhing around and making obvious signs of discomfort. But the doctor ensures he’s only slightly being hurt, but that it’s without a doubt for the best that it be done, so Greta let it continue. When discussing with the results of the x-ray with the doctor, the doctor said he found nothing. No reason for the excessive and random bleeding. In fact, he says he finds no reason to be worried about anything BUT the fact that Greta supports him dressing like a woman. He turns it to be her problem - that she shouldn’t be supporting him because it’s causing all the problems that he’s having. While listening to him, it occurs to Greta that she was wrong. Einar didn’t need to see this doctor because in fact, he actually knew nothing at all.

7). What does Greta start doing to help get Einar to get back into painting? Greta notices that Einar hasn’t devoted any time whatsoever to painting. He used to paint all the day, but it’s almost as if the Lili thing had completely taken over his life, and he was unable to make painting be any part of it. But Greta wanted him to start getting back into it, so she had an idea. She began leaving the background of her portraits until the end, and then would ask Einar if he would want to finish them. Because Einar specialized more in that type of painting anyway, it would sound more appealing, and it would help out Greta. He eventually caved and here and there begins doing the painting in the background of the portraits.

8). Who does Professor Bolk tell Greta about in chapter 16? In what way does this man’s story end? Professor Bolk tells Greta about a man who he once knew who was also like Einar/Lili. He said that one day the man BEGGED to be admitted into the Women’s Municipal Clinic but because he technically was a man, they would not admit him. But Professor Bolk worked there and decided to take him on himself. When he went to examine him, he noticed the man had both a penis and a vagina. So they agree to go through with a surgery to make him only have either or down there. I don’t think it says which he chose? But the date is all set up for the surgery, and the surgeon feels he is prepared to the best of his ability, and when the day came for the surgery, the man just straight disappeared! And Professor Bolk never saw him again.

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