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milkacchan · 4 years

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Request for anon: Fav boys with an S/O that's usually a hardass but has a moment of just 'oh my god that's so fucking cute' that they start crying??

Bakugou:

• Listen, you weren't totally against showing emotion but you really only showed two

• Frustration and 'happiness'

• Aka you laughed a lot but had no problem blowing up on someone

• No one had ever seen you outside of those two moods

• Half the class just assumed you never got sad or anything

• The other half assumed you never really had a reason too but maybe one day you'd snap

• Crying? You? Off the table.

• You're not capable of it

• They'd seen you detach yourself from things without a second thought

• CRAZY how you and Bakugou actually WORKED together in a relationship

• To be honest Bakugou doesnt even know if he's seen you cry

• He figures he'll see it eventually

• And he's right :)

• Bc one day you two are walking ahead if the bakusquad

• And theres this fucking puppy

• And it's so small

• Its a lil weiner dog

• And an audible rasp is ripped out of your throat followed by a small 'oh my god'

• His head fuckin WHIPS around• And he's met with you tearing up as you stare at this small dog and his mouth d r o p a

• This??? This is what it takes for you to cry????

• You put a hand over your mouth, mumbling something else and Bakugou is having a stroke

• You're like full crying now

• There are t e a r s

• He moves a little closer, wrapping and arm around your shoulder

• "Are you seriously crying over a dog right now?"

No words. You just nod.

• He accepts it

• No questions asked

• Bakusquad is what you call

• V fuckin confused

• "I want a puppy," you mumbled, breathing uneven.

"I know,"

"Katsu he was so tiny,"

"I know,"

• Cue more crying

Izuku:

• Hard ass 100%

• emotionally constipated on the Bakugou level

• emotion what's that??

• Idk

• Neither do you apparently

• You were just chilling most of the time

• Just- looking really blank

• never really felt comfortable with showing a lot of emotion

• People could use that against you

• call you week-

• You didn't want that

• you were dating the new symbol of peace, you had to keep up

• This happens during a rescue

• You get people out and once you're standing on the sidelines, the fight over- this little boy runs up to you, hugging your legs

• Thank your's are falling out of his mouth and he looks teary eye'd

• He puts his hands up and makes grabby hands and you immediately pick him up

• You kiss his forehead, your hold on the child tightening

• I mean at this point you're crying too

• Bc he was so damn cute

• Even with all the dirt on his face

• And Izuku is just standing there

• baffled

• bc you

• the person who was literally STABBED four times and kept a straight face the whole time about a year ago

• is crying over a child saying thank you

• He takes care of the press- and whatever else he needs to before slowly making his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

• The boy was still in your arms

• "You okay princess?"

"Fine, thanks,"

• New image for the press!!

• You went from known for no emotion to Oh my god they have emotion????

• ur v upset about it

Hitoshi:

• He know you cant express emotions exactly how you want

• you'd told him it always felt weird and uncomfortable

• Especially letting other people see it

• Deadass took him 3 months after the initial four you guys were dating to pry that out of you

• He's never really minded though

• he just wants you to feel comfortable and be okay

• So he's always gone along with the casually mean laugh a lot vibe you've had

• But one day

• one faithful day

• you two are walking after an icecream date

• And you see these 2 little kittens in a beat up box

• you GASP and your hand immediately leaves his as you jog over

• And you coo at them, picking them up, one in each hand

• He's behind you when the water works start

• "Toshi...they're so cute-" you sniff

"Are you crying?"

"No- Yeah, just look at them. They're so tiny, they're gonna die out here alone,"

"Oh my god babe,"

"Toshi we have to take them back."

"I don't know if we can do that, we can take them to a shelter-"

• you're full on sobbing now, a blubbering and hiccuping mess

• he feels like he's gonna pass out

• what's he supposed to do

• you chose now to start crying??

• "No-No because they might end up on the street again and they need love, toshiiiii-" you whine out

• So he hugs you from behind, using one hand to pet the cat in your left hand. "Okay, we'll take them back. We can talk to Aizawa sensei."

• he presses a gentle kiss to your neck

• You def apologize later for crying in front if him, almost refusing to look him in the eye

• He flicks you and tells you to do it more often

Sero:

• hardass?? Yes and no

• You vibe

• you just chill and go with the punches

• but GOD do you refuse affection and basic human emotion.

• It took him 3 MONTHS to convince you to go out with him

• That he wasn't going to hurt you or judge you

• 3 MONTHS

• And what felt like fucking forever for you to accept his advances for affection

• He's so patient with you, you'll never find another man like this

• pls keep him forever

• Anyway now yall just vibe together

• But he's never seen you upset tbh

• And he's never seen you cry

• You push all that down, constantly just staying in a place of whatever

• He's a little concerned about it ngl

• but he doesn't know how to really help it

• Has deadass secretly been reading books about it

• Anyway

• One day y'all are chilling

• You're in his room

• he's at his desk- looking over an essay that was due the next day and you were in his hammock, already having finished it

• But he was bopping

• he had an earbud in one ear and he was mumbling along with the song, bopping his head and moving around in his chair, randomly bursting out a lyric here and there

• And then he heard a sniffle

• He immediately turns around and he see's you

• Your eyes are watery

• he pulls his earbud out and he's making his way over to you, clearly worried

• "Babe what's wrong?"

You shake your head, waving him off.

"No no, c'mon tell me-"

"You're just so damn cute and I love you so much. Precious."

• He's confused for a moment before it processes and he grins

"Is that why you're crying?"

"Yes!" You wipe your eyes again. "Thank you,"

He climbs into the hammock carefully, and wraps his arms around you.

• Not particularly what he had in mind when you finally decided to show emotion like that but he'd take it

Kirishima:

• puppy and cat

• aka

• Bubbly jock and hard ass motherfucker who can and will kill you

• He knows that you cant freely express what you feel all the time

• He understands more than most people think

• Because he knows it's easier to just be bitter than risk getting hurt again

• and you've opened up a lot!!

• and he's proud of you! Really.

• He tells you all the time and you gag and call him a sap but he knows that you secretly enjoy it

• Anyway you two are eating lunch outside

• Kirishima is babbling about something that happened after class the other day and you were eating quietly listening to your boyfriends ramblings

• And suddenly he feels a finger on his lips

• He opens his eyes confused, going to talk again before you sush him

• You're looking at a bird

• a REALLY small bird

• you take a small piece of bread from his sandwhich

• "Hi baby," you coo, "how you doin? Want some food?" You slowly hold the piece out

• The birds head tilts a little and he takes a hop

• then another

• and he watches you tense up

• and the bird takes the bread piece and flies away, he watches it go before looking back at you

• he about has a stroke

• you're fucking crying

• "Babe- wait- why are you crying?" He puts a hand on your shoulder

"What the fuck, that was so cute. Eij, he was so cute."

"Well yeah-"

"Jesus he was so tiny," you sniff, "did you see the way he tilted his head- oh my god and his little hop? No fuck off I'm gonna cry more,"

• And you do

• But honestly he doesn't even care bc you're finally letting something else in

• and it means you're comfortable around him

• so he only wraps his arms around your waist and pull you closer

• "he was very cute,"

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sly-merlin · 4 years

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killing me - 10 |n.y

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au , smut

warnings of this chapter : cursing, explanatory mention of a pistol!

words :: 5.3k

summary : “life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

taglist :: @kpop-choco @moon-yuta @kawaiiayasan @btm-taeyong @exfolitae @lanadreamie @cheersskznct @hyuckiesgf @theworld-accordingtocasey @yiyi4657 @sorrywonwoo @sillywinnergladiator @suhweo @minejungwoo @leesalts @mal-nakamoto23 @ro2424

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Previous night

“What the fuck were you spitting out there hmm! Have you lost your mind? Why aren’t you answering me you shit!”

jaehyun avoided prying when mark and yuta were arguing but he couldn’t keep it in anymore. mark shifted the gears to park the car in the middle of nowhere, tense silence hugging all of them. jaemin was annoyed with jaehyun’s endless remarks at mark but it was hyuck who was most confused as he was unable to form any kind of judgement.

“why did you stop the car now? Its midnight-

“can you stop drunk talking hyung. I can’t drive like this!”

“I’m very sober. Its you whose brain is dead mark. Did you even notice yuta’s face when you-

“just stop hyung. I’m not ashamed of what I said there. I stand by each and every word! Now can we go back home or do you have anything else?

“you can’t be real! He has done so much for you all these years and this is how you repa-

“yes exactly! He has made so many sacrifices for me all these years, that’s why its my responsibility to show him the right way that he is clearly not following at all and you all are partly responsible for it! You are feeding his selfish ego by showing him hollow sympathy but that’s gonna bite him in the ass at end.”

“woah woah tiger. So what you gonna do? Instruct him how to live his life. Are you making him realise that he doesn’t hate y/n when he clearly cant stand her presence for even a minute and by some miracle, even if you end up pacifying yuta, then what about that cold hearted queen! She’s just here t-

“she is not here on her own! And I am not going to repeat myself, so fix it in your head hyung. She is not here to replace anyone!! Yuta hyung just hates the thought of her coerced and fortuitous presence in his life and I’m not trying to create a miracle here. I just want our lives back to normal and I’ll go to every extent to make it possible!” his chest heaved up and down as the anger subsided a bit, his heart feeling at ease after getting his thoughts out. Jaehyun only scoffed at him.

“you are too naïve markie. This is not how emotions work.”

“this is the only way emotions work hyung!” with that said, he shifted the gear, driving on the road with the same silence lurking again but he felt better. much better.

“who do you think is right?” hyuck whispered in jaemin’s ear, in the hope that he would solve his dilemma.

“I don’t know but I’d love if she stays forever. We are missing one member anyway” he whispered back earning a small tight lip smile from donghyuck who fell into a deep slumber right after that.

Slowly he moved himself to the other side, bruised elbow secured in his hand, grunts exiting him. You knew you were fucked up as soon as his cold eyes fell upon you.

“I guess it’s my time to call taeyong.” He glared, the strong eye contact not lasting for too long as he tried to lift himself up from the floor.

Meanwhile you kept observing him, biting your left thumb, feet glued to the ground. your eyes followed his hobbled travel from the kitchen to the couches from where you heard his long sigh of relief as he placed his leg on the table while stroking his knee. his head fell on the couches and suddenly your conscience kicked in while watching his painful expressions. You found yourself sluggishly walking out of the kitchen with careful steps to avoid the spill, sleepiness fading away.

Yuta’s scraped elbow was in the vision as you neared him. He was still nursing his knee, elbow forgotten by now. Maybe it was the momentary pain! you deliberated about asking him first but then remembered that you don’t have to communicate with him to show that you were still human! So you quietly went to bathroom to find your first aid kit that you placed somewhere the day you settled your stuff. It was not easy to locate it with the lack of cooperation of your hands and mind in the current state, but still you tried your best.

With same motion you went back. Yuta’s hand was still cupping the knee but his features seemed to be much more peaceful than before. But you still approached hesitantly and placed the box on the table, near his foot.

“have a seat please. We have some unfinished business here beautiful!” he sneered, signalling you to sit beside him.

“no thanks. I have work to do.” You tiredly replied, moving away.

“I.Said.Sit.Here! I also wanna experience the thrill of whinning like a baby!

“oh please , I have nothing to fear! Just call him already. I’ve work to do!” you told him in stern voice while circling the table to sit far away from him.

Yuta smirked a little at your show of bravery when anyone could see right through you at the moment. Your eyes were half shut, shoulders slumped down but still upright when it came to fighting him. But yuta clearly knew he had the upper hand this time.

Or he thought!

Your heartbeat sped up with each ring. Very dramatically , yuta had put the phone on speaker to prove his point.

After 5 rings, tayeong picked up and so did your pulse.

“who it is?” a yawn filled voice was heard from the other side.

“are you still sleeping bitch?” yuta inquired with annoyance.

“ye-yes. We cleared the month last night so everyone is sleeping. What el-

“just wake up! I’ve something important to tell!”

“later. I’m bus-

“its about your precious y/n!”

“is she gone?” it sounded like he was suddenly awake!

“tsk tsk. The fuck is your problem? Do you even care about my wellbeing or should I find a new father!” yuta growled at him, his voice pierced through your ears.

“I’ll call her myself!”

“like she would tell you about her plan to lay my 6 feet under the ground!”

Yuta heard a deep sigh from the other side.

“this story better be good coz I don’t wanna lose my sleep ov-

“this is not a story. She spilled water to make me slip and –

“and kill you. what kind of man dies after a little slipping! Huh!”

“have you adopted her or something taeyong! Your attitude is fucking me up. Can you hear me for once or do you-

“what do you wanna say exactly! That you slipped and broke your legs and arms. Make it believable yuta. She might be a bit bitchy but can’t be that evil.”

“so I am a bitch!” your sleepy and cold voice interrupted.

“no no , I meant-

“It was unintentional. i didn’t even know he was home. And it was him who decided to barge in when I was finding food. He was not even invited into the kitchen in the first place!”

“but I got hurt and it was because-

“hurt? you mean as in injured! Oh god. You can’t come back then. take leave for a few days if you are hurt badly and call jun , he’ll be there with medicines and bandages. Consider this an extension of the suspension but you aren’t leaving the hous-

“fuck you taeyong! I hope you die in your sleep!!”

Slamming the phone on the table, he pulled at his roots, lidded eyes boring into you.

“you’ll pay for this.” his finger threateningly pointed towards you.

You let out a yawn before getting up to leave the space to him,

“whatever just don’t finish the spray bottle. Its new”

After that you didn’t hear anything from yuta or anyone.

And it just went like that for 2 more weeks!

“why don’t you shift to the dorms for two months! You can hang out with minjun while he complete his reports.”

“so you want me to lose my sleep and baby your baby?” you snickered, slurping the soup a bit louder this time.

“I’m not a baby!” minjun whined.

“oh you are!” a collective response resounded through the room and your reached out to pet minjun’s hair but he swatted your hand away in annoyance.

“no seriously shortie. You’d be alone for a whole month. Even chelin is going home this time. you can spend some time with junie and he’d treat you to homemade food Is it tempting enough?” jungkook suggested.

“not that I’m any interested in the offer but I can teach you the Japanese you were talking about earlier.” At minjun’s comment, everyone raised their brows, silently questioning your new interest.

“what? You all are so nosy. My new roommate is always dissing me in Japanese and I can’t answer that fucker coz I don’t understand anything he spits out at me.”

“HE?” another group chant resonated.

“why is your roommate a man?” yugyeom added.

“because he was born a man!”

“haha very funny y/n l/n. what’s his name and is he from our university?”

“his name is nakamoto yuta and no, he’s not a student. And before you enquire, he’s home only for like few hours so you don’t need to worry him being a pervert or anything.”

“where is your new residence anyway?” you almost choked at yugyeom’s sudden interruption but it confirmed your suspicion that jungkook hadn’t revealed anything yet.

“instead of me, shouldn’t you love birds be worried about the unbearable separation that’d last for a whole month. How are you gonna cope with it gyeom? Especially when yeong is going to be in Incheon and you in busan, stuck with the sweaty sports team and jungkook, who’d be slapping with you with kisses every now and then, thinking you are min-

A shove of dumpling into your mouth caused you to inhale back all the words that were supposed to leave.

“if you don’t wanna meet, then atleast call him daily after your moon internship and he can also accompany you to busan if you want.”

The colour of the air faded at the mention. Slowly, you swallowed the piece in your mouth , instantly finding a distraction to lighten the mood.

“why are these so delicious?”

Rummaging through the empty boxes, jungkook found the pamphlet and shoved it in your face which you curled into a ball and threw towards minjun, hitting him right in the face.

“yaa jun. keep it safe. We’ll order while watching movies and take keys of this house from your boyfriend,” you ordered, pointing to jungkook, “and his Netflix password and his wallet and if he allows, his car ke-

“shut your mouth love-hater!” jungkook exclaimed while stuffing your mouth with two dumplings. And everyone else just laughed at your troubled state, silently agreeing with jungkook’s statement.

What a good day to be a foodie!

Three days!

Taeil had granted you three days to de-stress yourself before you’d be joining your so called trainer for a self defence training program of two months. You wondered who could it be but it was definitely not the person you wished for! Johnny had been in france since two weeks, right from the day your exams started. He left his phone at home but he did contact you through a payphone to wish luck for exams. Since then, it’d been complete silence from the other end. You didn’t even know whether you really missed his presence or just the thought of being with someone who really showed some care for you.

eat, tv, sleep repeat seemed to be a very reasonable routine! your happiness had elevated when you saw a notification of chois about a job opening. Though you wanted to start from an internship in the main office but a moderate salary job as an assistant researcher of a junior lawyer wasn’t so bad as well!

no. actually it was awful seeing how much over-qualified you were for this job but with all the diminishing digits in your wallet, there was some significant scope for the bargain in your situation. But you still had to wait for 2 weeks for the acceptance of your application that would take you a step closer to your dream. Just two more weeks!

Is he still alive, you thought before leaving the kitchen, ready to finish the homemade meal.

High on a happy chemical , you cooked yourself ramyeon and eggs and completed your fancy dinner with a bottle of coke.

While slipping out of the kitchen , your eyes fell on the clean sink reminding you of the presence that you hadn’t felt since the last week.

“I’ll accompany jeno. We’ll be done in two minutes” yuta proposed with a lopsided grin.

The place was more livelier with yuta’s return. Not that he wasn’t already present, but the day he returned to his usual routine was when everyone got their sunshine back. He acted like nothing has changed but still noone could ignore his overcautiousness. He was engaging too much as if to make up for the lost time and not that anyone objected for they were happy to see the old yuta with old ways. Just something was odd!

While most of them were oblivious, others understood what he was hiding behind that façade. They had noticed how he took late night activities just to avoid being sent home or how he took jaehyun and mark with him to avoid any interaction with you.

But the most irksome was how day by day,he was drifting apart from taeyong.

“do you wanna take him home?” taeil snapped his fingers in front of your eyes as you registered his words. You were looking or shamelessly staring at the face of the man. He was dangerously tall as compared to you but his face was shining brighter than the sun itself. Your head snapped towards him again as taeil went on,

“don’t stare like you are gonna eat him y/n.” jungwoo eyes were dancing in the whole room as he avoided your curious ones. You didn’t mean to be creepy but you were having a hard time believing that the man sitting in front of you was a street fight champ and a former drug lord’s son. He seemed too….human.

“who’s staring?” you feigned innocence, looking at taeil.

“way to go advocate!” he said before continuing , “as I told you, jungwoo is a trained fighter, assassin and has a strong grip on pistols. Seeing what you can carry, a pistol is best for you. and jungwoo is a softie here so he won’t even give you a scratch during the training. But you have to actually listen to him or I’ll assign someone that won’t go easy on you.

“like?”

“like ten or jeno, they both don’t have any control over where they are hitting once they start so either you can cooperate with jungwoo or be ready to break some of your limbs.”

“how subtle taeil. but I can work with him.” you smiled at jungwoo which was returned with a shy one.

“okay then. Take care of each other and if you need anything then I’m not home.” Ad with a wave , he was gone.

“what do you wanna start with?” jungwoo asked in a small voice.

“you are teacher so whatever you say.”

“okay them. we’ll start with grip practice.” He got up, signalling you to follow him.

You ended up in a small part of the basement. It was divided into two sections with a glass used as the separation. Raw grass kind hard padding was attached to the walls on the both sides. On the other side of the wall were pasted two targets looking like giant sized dart boards that you suppose were for the practice.

While you were glancing around, jungwoo came back with a small metal box. He opened it to reveal a matt black pistol that looked even smaller when he held it.

“you can’t start with a semi-auto one just yet so for basics this is good for you. though I’m here but please don’t drop it. it belongs to taeyong hyung and he doesn’t know it’s here so please don’t mention it either.” He pleaded in a soft voice to which you found yourself nodding, copying his motion.

“so , you don’t need to memorise every part of a pistol but remember the few terms so if you ever held a new gun or pistol, someone can instruct you as to the handling of it.” you kept nodded as he went on,

“this is the exposed barrel, slide stop, safety lever , trigger and trigger guard and the most important magazine, if its empty ,your body would become the home of enemy bullets. Try clicking the safety lever!”

You did as he instructed. For about thirty minutes, he taught about pulling the barrel that drained your wrists of all the strength they had. He let you go only when he was sure you won’t forget the basics, atleast not until tomorrow.

You hadn’t felt this exhausted in your life as much as you did in the last week. If Thesis research and jungwoo’s lessons were not enough then minjun’s new found love of photography was surely doing its work on your body. Who knew holding flowers and leaves for aesthetic photos was so much draining! And the time you were alone at home was spent sleeping and that too only if yuta and his gang were not screeching out their lungs, fighting with someone online with no regard for the well-being of others in the house. You knew he was aware of his actions but with zero communication, even you didn’t bother pointing him out.

But when had avoidance created peace!

12:30 p.m

As you flipped the glossy leaves of the photo album, the three humans behind that transparent film seemed to come alive, albeit in your memories. Pausing at every page, you tried to live those moments once again ,just like every year. Though you and that photo album were bound by a thread of sadness, the memories it contained made you feel immense joy that was incomparable for you.

The small album was the only memory that reminded you of the family you had once! and today was the day you’ll go to meet them again.

Busan was not that far away but the location of the graveyard added a whole hour to the already 3 hour long journey. You were supposed to meet your orphan warden at the station directly and like every year she'd be accompanying you to Busan so you could meet them. Even though you were a grown-up now , she didn't had the heart to let you go alone. So it had became a tradition.

After memorizing every picture, you got up to get ready for the long journey. Taeil had excused you for this weekend so there were no worries from his side. you rotated the doorknob to open but it didn’t budge.

You shoved your body against the door but nothing happned! Though you didn't want to rely , there was only one option left!

"yuta!" You shouted in a hope that his lazy ass would respond but silence replied instead.

"yuta! Can you hear me. I'm locked!" You tried again, both shouting and trying the knob, banged the door but none worked in your favour.

Then realisation dawned on you! Why won't he hear anything when he was right outside the room! because he didn't want to!

"yuta I swear I'm gonna kill you! let me out!"

Raking your hands through your hair, you decided to find your phone but it looked like the whole universe was conspiring against you as the phone was not in the room. you had probably left it on the kitchen counter earlier. The only communication you had was with yuta and he was not listening to you , delibrately!

Your fist met the door with all the power you could muster but only the echo was heard which fainted within few seconds.

"fuck you yuta" you mumbled dejectedly before throwing yourself on the mattress. Contempt filled your heart as you watched the fan moving endlessly and your mind grasped the reality that maybe you won't be visiting them. Not if he didn't open the door. But he couldn't lock you for years!

And whenever that door opens , you'll make sure to close it forever.

"eat slugs , haechan!" Yuta exclaimed into the microphone, killing another of haechan's Avatar in the game. He winced as haechan groaned loudly, trying to get some pity out of yuta.

Calling it a day, he teared the headphones away , the sudden silence bringing peace to his ears. Stretching his limbs, he got up but as he trudged for the kitchen, he heard a knock that didn't come from the front door.

He stopped abruptly as if to check if his mind was playing games on him but he heard it again, this time a fainted one.

His stopped in front of your room and slapped his hand against the door , checking his suspicious. Another fast and hard bang came in response and he rotated the knob to open but nothing happened. Forcing his body against the door, a metal dropping sound reached him before the door opened. Without even glancing at you, he leaned and picked up the screws that were stuck in the door hinges. But before he could show you those, you pushed him backward, releasing all the anger at once.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!" Not paying any attention to any of his words, you searched for your phone that you found on the counter and shot your warden an apologetic message. The orphan was near the station so you were sure she won't have waited for more than thirty minutes but you knew she'd have been worried for you.

Quickly working , you called taeyong while running for the main door, a confused yuta following you.

"you are home taeyong?" You asked him while wearing your shoes and exited , ignoring yuta's perplexed questions.

Yuta stood in the doorway, contemplating what the heck he had witnessed!

18:30

Taeyong jerked forward on his chair as you slammed open the door of his office and marched in. When you called earlier , he thought you were going to complain about something that yuta did but the heat of the anger radiating through your body was enough to burn his senses from a distance.

"sit and calm-

"I'm not here to witness your hospitality Lee taeyong. Relieve me of the agreement here and now. my way or your way! I don't wanna live under the same roof wi-

"why are you shouting so much?" Jaehyun interrupted ,entering the room in a swift motion. Following him were few others who might have been awakened by your outburst.

"shut up jaehyun! For once do something with your worthless life" you spit out, eyes boring into jaehyun's.

"can you atleast tell me what has happened!"

To answer taeyong , you moved forward, resting your hands on the head of a chair continued,

"yuta locked me today. My phone was outside in the kitchen. I shouted , pleaded but he didn't open the door for 5 hours. I was supposed to go to Busan but that motherfucker don't ha-

"Busan? Your hometown?" Taeyong disrupted your speech,

"f-for my parents' death anniversary! I was suppose to visit their graves like every year.b-but he chose today of all days to play his little revenge games on me." With broken voice and tears threatening to spill, you managed to proceed,

"i don't wanna live with him anymore. I didn't sign up for this torture. Kill me for all you want but don't try to convince me into staying with that bastard!" Your nails holed into the leather chair, creating small crescents on the surface.

Uncomfortable silence fell over the whole room . As you turned around to leave, you were met with yuta's figure. His hand motioned to reach you but you closed the distance before he could.

"i hope you enjoyed it today!" With venom laced words, you finalised your proposition by flinging the ring straight into his face, his face scrunching at the hit , before walking past him.

"hyun-

Before taeyong could complete, taeil was already was on your heels.

"why do you have to be an asshole yuta?"

" i didn't do anything!" He started as he picked up the ring from the floor, “the door was ja-

“you shouldn’t have stooped so low nakamoto yuta!” tayeong growled with eyes glistening with fire.

“what now?” yuta’s jaw clenched at jaehyun’s nonchalant words. Pocketing his annoyance for him, he opened his mouth to explain himself,

“nothing now ok! I did nothing.i didn’t lock her and certainly didn’t try to forbid from going anywhere. She wa- the door was jammed due to some loose screws. I had to push it so it’d open. I-i-I wasn’t even aware of her plans. Heck, you can ask hyuck. I was playing with him for 6 hours straight. I had headphones in my ears all that time and you know how much hyuck yells. Even if she was stuck, there was not a sound that reached me taeyong. I was as oblivious to all this as much as you all were till now and knowingly, I won’t ever do anything so harsh. You know me very well! don’t you?” he ended with a hopeful question glancing at everyone in the room. With each passing second, his anxiousness elevated at the silent and calculating faces of everyone.

“you don’t believe me, do you?” his broken voice resembled the one they just heard few minutes ago.

“no yuta.i-its not like that . message taeil hyung about all this so he can calm her down.” Taeyong muttered with eyes searching up yuta’s for any malice he might be planning but found nothing. he was innocent.

But yuta panicked at his words, “why? I can explain by myself. It’s not that difficult. I can handle her taeyong.” he turned for the door but taeyong’s words stopped him in his tracks.

“you think so! You should be glad you are alive yuta”

“then release us taeyong. I’m begging you, LET HER GO!” the shout that echoed was enough to send shivers through every living being in the vicinity.

“I will. If taeil hyung say so. Message him yuta and you should know I don’t repeat my words without expense!”

He did as told, head hung low to avoid the pity looks that were thrown his way!

“don’t follow me taeil!”

“I’ll stop if you’ll stop!” taeil politely replied, tracking your steps on the sidewalk. He tried to obstruct your way but ended up following you instead. 15 minutes had passed since you both left the house but your anger was not simmering down and you were stunned at his patience.

“you can’t walk till university.” You deadpanned.

“neither can you.”

Stopping abruptly, you faced him, “you can’t stop me taeil.”

“I won’t. but the bus driver would. Even pretty girls don’t get a free ride home.” You groaned at his unnecessarily true words. He was right, you had nothing on you except for the phone.

He silently observed your slumping body, before walking a step closer to check the waters. When you didn’t push him away, he lightly took your hand in his, tugging you to come along.

“I don’t wanna go with you.” your hushed voice gave him some courage to proceed further,

“we aren’t going home. Lets just sit”

He dragged you to the park you had passed just five minutes ago. Sitting on the bench , he asked you to explain everything that had happened in the last 6 hours. You recited the whole story till the end where you threw the ring at yuta. Taeil only hummed in response when he heard a buzz from his phone.

Reading yuta’s message , he suddenly knew where to start!

“read this y/n.” he said before giving you the phone.

You absorbed each and every word written. It made sense. But did it?

“he’s lying.” You scoffed , returning the phone.

“he’s not.”

“ofcourse you’ll take his side.”

“and why would I do that?”

“he’s your brother”

“and you are my sister”

“no I’m not. I never would be.” You retorted, hiding the effect his words had on you.

“I might not be your brother but you can’t stop me from calling you my sister and I’d prefer you over yuta anyday.”

“but you still think I’m lying and he’s right”

Taeil massaged the back of his neck, clearly getting annoyed by your snapping.

“when did I say you are lying? I just said he’s not lying.”

“isn’t it the same thing?”

“no its clearly not. You just don’t wanna admit that you misunderstood!”

Uncrossing your legs, you faced him, “ because I am not in the wrong here. he is ! he did it so he can have the house all to himself while I’m locked. The truth is he hates my guts. He wont ever pass an opportunity against me!”

“and like you love his guts! Your hatred for him is the reason that you don’t wanna believe he’s innocent. Your heart wants to believe that everything that had unfolded after that night is yuta’s fault. You don’t wanna believe because you just don’t want to! You are rejecting his reason because your mind says its the perfect chance to break taeyong! your anger and emotions are playing games with you and you are letting them! and this is exactly what yuta had been doing from the very first day! He’s no different than you. No matter how much you discard it, the truth won’t change! Impulsive actions lead you nowhere!” His polite yet authoritative voice was providing inputs that you didn’t want to believe. Not yet.

“I just wanted to go to busan taeil. If he hadn’t been home the-

“if he hadn’t been home , then you would not have even made it out! And I’m sure you have heard him playing games. He’s a loudspeaker and believe me haechan is yuta part two. I’m sure he didn’t hear you.”

“but why would anyone even care! I’m the one at loss here.”

“what loss. Just because you missed it today doesn’t mean you can’t go tomorrow and If you want i can take you there. we can go right now! But y/n , loved ones live in your heart!. You don’t need a day to show them your respect and love. They know you and they watch over you. don’t crumble under the weight of customs and rituals. We’ll go tomorrow morning. Be ready by 8 a.m !” his soothing voice managed to calm the storm but you weren’t going to budge from your first condition.

“I don’t wanna go back with him.”

He sighed heavily before pressing his phone to his ear,

“taeyong. replace yuta in france. For two months and I don’t want any further discussion.”

You sniffled, finally letting out the tears that were in the waiting since the morning.

“I can drop you to the dorm for tonight until he packs his stuff and you can go back home tomorrow. Sounds right?” he described his plan , petting your hair.

You weakly nodded, letting him ease your worries with sympathetic words that you didn’t even know you needed!

next morning

Uncomfortable silence welcomed you as you entered the house. You were told that he was gone and it sounded about right with the present atmosphere.

After finding the fruits, you made you way to the room but stopped in your tracks as you spotted something on the counter.

Three moulded screws were placed on a paper along with the ring that you thought would never be seen by you again. you breath quickened as you read the words on the plain paper

I’m sorry!

What were you supposed to do with it now?

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angsty-omi · 4 years

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PART 2 OF UNLOCKED EMOTIONS

part 1

ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

lowercase intended

warnings: anxiety, cheating, cursing, some semi nsfw scenes and most importantly, pure angst.

it started out simple. toshi would make a plan to go somewhere, and rin would tag a long. she is his girlfriend after all. but you soon started to notice that she was always there. even when your families would have dinner with each other. at some point, you couldn’t take it.

there was this one night where you didn’t even wanna go downstairs because you knew they were there. sitting in your dining chairs, using your silverware, probably making out in the bathroom. you slammed your head on the bed trying to get that image out of your head. stop it y/n. you made an excuse that you were ill, which technically you were lovesick.

it wasn’t surprising that soon you and toshi faded as friends. you needed space even then, your feelings didn’t change at all. instead it was even passionate than before. before, you never felt a sense of urgency in telling him. but now you wanted him more than ever. you needed him. seeing him walking down the halls with her. hand in hand, walking down the hallway and past your locker. your chest was tight. she would stick her tongue out at you, and ushijima never noticed. “what a child,” you thought to yourself. but you couldn’t say anything, she was just trying to gaslight you so you could scream at her and ushijima would have to choose between the two of you.

continuous weeks of her microagressions at you, you learned to let that not bother you. rin noticed and had to up the ante.

during 5th period, you started feeling very anxious out of nowhere. you could feel a pair of eyes laser into you. you had asked permission to go to the restroom and the teacher gave you the hall pass. you immediately rushed to the sink scrubbing your face. repeatedly rinsing.

you looked up to your side and saw her. rin. this startled you. “do you need something?” you asked nicely, secretly about to have a meltdown.

to be quite frank, your meltdowns were rough. it was a period of time where you felt no remorse for anything. no one really knew about this condition, except for your family. it’s not worth mentioning because they’ll think you’re a psychopath and it doesn’t happen quite frequently. it’s only when you’re a ticking bomb, under lots of pressure. like.. like.. right now?

you could feel the symptoms coming and so was rin, she started to come closer to your face.

“y/n, you think i’m an idiot don’t you? you don’t think i see the way you look at him?.” now she was only a few inches away, “god you’re pathetic, you can’t even deny my accusations. you’re in love with someone who’s taken, you fucking whore. you. cant. have. him... it’s truly sad y/n, you even had a head start. all that time was wasted, and all i had to do was to just be in his presence for a day and he fell for me.” she giggled. her high pitched giggle was ringing in your ears.

“stop,” you thought, “please just make it stop.” you’d do anything. meltdown y/n was just not someone to be reckoned with. it’s not a threat, it’s the truth. not five seconds later, your clenched fist met with her eurocentric face. then you were on top of her, not even thinking just doing. just your fists continuously smashing her petite porcelain face. until there was a whole crowd, the teachers finally were aware of the situation.

soon there was an administrator holding you back. angry tears flooding your eyes. you wanted more revenge. hearing her whimpers, you smiled. this. this made you happy. then you were shut back down when you heard someone calming her down. you looked up and saw ushijima. your eyes met. his with much fury, and yours with much sorrow. “how could you do this, y/n? from now on, just leave us alone. don’t even acknowledge me. don’t look our way. don’t even breathe the same air as us.” he threatened with such a serious tone.

the whole reason you hated your meltdowns were not just the no remorse thing, but how after it is finished, the guilt hit you like a truck. leaving you in a serious depressive state. and you were suspended for two weeks. great.

you were trapped in your bedroom. after you got home from that day, your parents immediately grounded you, and took your phone. no contact with the outside world. no contact with ushijima. not like it mattered anyway. sometimes you would think to yourself if he ever thought about you like that. that if he imagined about you the same way you imagined about him. or if he ever wished that it was you next to him down the hallways. being alone with your thoughts was not fun. with no phone to distract you, or school, it was terrifying. every waking moment was lonesome.

it had only been five miserable days.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed a breather, and needed it now. you begged your mom to let you go on a walk, and she gave you the thumbs up. you decided to go to the nearest park.

there were very fond memories of you and ushijima together. the latest one was when they won nationals last year, and you guys celebrated on the swings, with a shot of grocery store rated tequila. very disgusting.

the park was empty. most people would find a playground depressing with no kids. but that’s how you liked it. quiet, but it’s purpose and physical attributes brought joy to people’s face. you decided to take a seat on the swings. dragging your legs back and forth, back and forth. dazed and honestly so mentally tired. you slowly started to doze off.

footsteps. you heard footsteps.

still with your eyes closed, “if i die then i die, i’m too lazy to budge,” you thought to yourself. the footsteps were getting louder. and then you hear a bunch of chains moving next to you.

“killer chains?” you thought. this bitch

no. you were wrong. those were swing chains. someone had sat next to you. still keeping your eyes shut, hoping that the stranger would just leave.

until you heard his voice,

“y/n, why did you do that to rin? how could you hurt her when you know how important she is to me? she told me that you liked me. for years. why didn’t you tell me?”

“why was he talking to me? breathing the same air as me? and also, would that have made a difference if i told you?” you thought.

“i’d be lying if i said i never had feelings for you, but, god y/n i’m dating someone now. i am a faithful man. and you know, if you weren’t just so prideful, and just told me.. maybe things would’ve been different,” he continues, still thinking that you’re sleeping.

your mom called everyone looking for you. obviously you didn’t have your phone and you still weren’t back from your supposed walk. ushijimas parents forced him to go look for you. he, previously, being your best friend knew the top three spots you’d be at.

“but they’re not,” your voice whispered with an icy tone. it was like bitter in your mouth.

his eyes widened like he just saw a ghost. he didn’t want to hear your answer. he wasn’t ready. but it was too late, it was already rolling. “and what do you mean if i wasn’t so prideful? i didn’t tell you because i was looking out for your FUTURE. volleyball is your main priority and you said you wanted to be the best. so tell me why, as your best friend, would i jeopardize that?” you slight raised your voice.

ushijima frowned, “are you seriously telling me what I want? emphasis on the I? do you think you know me or something y/n? who are you to be put into a position where you can decided what or who i want?” raising his voice even louder. “the fact that you would just assume that... bothers me, how you already planned my future... bothers me, how you always try to pry me open... bothers me, WE AREN’T EVEN DATING.” he noted.

you were mortified. “how could you even say that? sorry that i wanted you to feel? instead of being a huge cold hearted douche. i’ve only ever had good intentions and now you’re better with emotions. you even got yourself a girlfriend, ushijima.” you defend, tears swelling up in your eyes.

“oh, so i go by ushijima now? how petty can you seriously be y/n? face the facts i got a girlfriend, and you dropped me like i was nothing,” he snarled.

“what an idiot. can’t he see that it was the complete opposite” you screamed on the inside.

you took a deep inhale, “drop you like you were nothing? are you fucking serious? I WAS FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU, and listen, i did this for myself. seeing you with HER, everyday killed me. i deadass felt like my heart was smashed and stomped on. and it didn’t help that she was always flaunting your guys’ relationship around me. that’s why i stopped... right now, i can’t even look at you, because if i did, i would fall right back into that pit. all this pain, brought because i was in lo—” you got cut off.

by something warm. and it tasted like peppermint. it was soft, but the pressure put on it seemed rough. you were kissing ushiji-toshi. you, y/n, were kissing toshi. his large hand gripped your cheek, wiping the tears off your face with his thumb. the kiss was very passionate, like it was something you both craved, but fiery, because you guys were still angry at each other. continuously fighting for dominance, and he beat you. his tongue slipped in. you unexpectedly moaned into the kiss and it was music to his ears. how bittersweet that was, you felt embarassed. he never heard you like that. so desperate. and so needy. he trickled down to your jawline then to your neck. you tugged on his hair out of instinct, and could feel his mouth vibrate against your neck. it was intoxicating for both parties.

he pulled away, and you stayed there frozen.

he then, put his thumb on your lips, and whispered in your ear, “don’t ever say that you loved me, like it was past tense,” before moving back to his side of the swing.

you just kissed your best friend, who had a girlfriend. and no matter how much of a bitch she was, you still felt guilty nonetheless. you guys sat there in silence, still trying to process what just happened. you smiled while looking at the slides. you just couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. you remembered about your parents and how they’re probably worried, and so you got up from the swing and opened your hand out for toshi. “c’mon, let’s go home, it’s wednesday.” you smiled.

a/n; this part i’m so proud of. my best one uet. even tho i only wrote two fics. and this is just wave one. you think this ended on a happy note? lmao okay. stop reading at part 2 if you want a happy ending. don’t force yourself to feel the pain. like, follow, or repub for another part or to see more of me.

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firefly464 · 4 years

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The Gilded Cage - Chapter 1

if you cant tell the first part of this was written by pami a couple weeks back when we first decided to actually do a prequel :D

Written in collaboration with @i-have-this-now :D

Thank you @rivys for beta reading, editing, and writing :D

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The first thing that Eret noticed when he woke up was the aching pain in his head. Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the side of his head throbbing. Every tiny movement sent another wave of pain through his mind.

Tentatively, he cracked open his eyes, only to shut them almost immediately as a bright light pierced his vision. The light only caused his headache to grow ten times worse. A wave of nausea washed over him, making him groan internally. The last thing he could clearly remember was being on stream, with each memory after that fuzzy and unreachable.

All things considered, he was probably hungover. He couldn’t remember ever getting drunk, which probably wasn’t a good sign.

Eret tried for a second time to open his eyes, this time pushing through the pain in his head. As he looked around, he noticed his surroundings were blindingly white. It was as if someone pointed a flashlight directly at his face. Squinting, he tried to see where he was.

It was way too bright to see anything he recognised, but even with the weird light he saw, he couldn’t see any of the familiar outlines of his desk or chair. It looked like he was inside some sort of strange room from the looks of it, only just barely able to make out the bright outlines of a couple windows. Oh god, did he get kidnapped? Was he already in the second location? What was going on?

“Whoa, slow down. You’re going to make yourself sick. The potion still hasn’t fully left your system,” Eret was forced to swallow a scream of surprise as he heard his friend's voice. Wilbur’s voice was coming from somewhere beside him, though it was far too bright to actually see him. “Wait, here’s your glasses.”

Glasses? Since when did he wear glasses? “My wha-” Eret began, cut off as an object was pushed into his hands, plasticine and cool to the touch. A pair of sunglasses. He slipped them over his eyes and immediately realized why Wilbur had given them to him. Everything darkened significantly and he could see a lot more than he could before. He was in some sort of van, metal sheets were hammered into the walls of it, as if it had been built by people who didn’t really know what they were doing.

“Hey, so uh, how are you feeling?” Wilbur asked, his voice filled with tension.

He glanced over, surprised to find his friend wearing a strange, revolution based outfit. Maybe they were at a con? That would explain the strange cosplay, but it still didn’t make sense. For one, Eret couldn’t remember ever actually going to any conventions, and besides, he was fairly certain that all all conventions were canceled because of covid.

“I feel like shit,” he admitted, slowly pushing himself up into a sitting position.

Will chuckled slightly, but it sounded forced. “That makes sense. The potion took a toll on all of us.”

“Potion…?” If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know where he was, or why Wilbur was there too. He didn’t know what was going on. He was confused, lost, and just wanted to go back to bed.

The door to the strange van creaked open and someone poked their head in. “How’s he do- oh! You’re up!”

Eret had to do his best to suppress a shriek of surprise. Entering the van was Fundy, but he was… well, different. Peeking through Fundy’s brown wavy hair were two pointed fox ears, and swishing behind him was a fiery orange tail, tipped with a patch of snow white fur. What the fuck?

“Fundy?”

Wilbur furrowed his brow. “He might be experiencing some memory loss. Eret, do you remember who I am?”

“What?” He shook his head, trying to focus. “Yeah, I don’t-- Memory’s good. Just uhh…” He tried to think of a viable excuse, but nothing came to him. “Y’know.”

“Right.”

A tense silence fell over the room as the three of them stared at each other, unsure of what any of them would say next.

Fundy cleared his throat. “Well, sir, I’ll assume my post at the door again. Let me know if he causes any trouble.”

Wilbur nodded in return. “Make me proud, son.”

With a sharp salute, the fox began towards the door of the van. “Of course, father.” Just as soon as he had entered, he was gone, his tail flicking behind him.

Eret furrowed his brow. Father? That didn’t make sense, Wilbur was only three years older than--

Oh.

Memories came rushing back to him as the pieces clicked into place. He remembered the Final Control Room, the strange falling sensation and... being in the game? No, no. That can’t be right. It wasn’t real, right?

“Eret. I need you to focus. I’m going to ask you a few questions.” Wilbur asked, now more forcefully.

“Er, sorry about that. What- sorry- what was the question?” Eret was tempted to ask him what was going on but he thought he should just answer the questions for now.

Wilbur sighed, as if disappointed. “Why didn’t you press the button?”

“Why didn’t I- what?”

“The button was supposed to open up the walls, wasn’t it? You were going to open up the walls, let Dream in, and drug us all. You were supposed to betray us, why didn’t you?”

“I- I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Eret, don’t lie to me, we found the needles in your bag-”

“I’m not lying.” He steadied his voice, there’s no use shouting at Wilbur. It would only end up making things worse. “I didn’t know what was going on. Wilbur, you have to believe me.”

“You were going to betray us. Why should I believe you?”

Eret didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t real. This isn’t supposed to be real. It was just a game. It was… It was right in front of him. Wilbur didn’t act like himself, he was stern and precise. Was he really even Wilbur? The one he streamed with and joked around with? The one he gathered resources for in Minecraft? He just didn’t understand.

“Wil, what the hell is going on?” Eret started. “One minute, I’m at my PC. Next, I’m here in this… whatever this place is.”

“What do you mean? Eret, you-” Wilbur was cut off.

“Wilbur, I don’t think I’m from here.”

“...what?”

“I- This whole world- This isn’t supposed to be real. I’m not supposed to be-”

Click.

Darkness creeped into the edges of Eret’s vision, spots dancing in front of his eyes. Blood rushed past his ears, drowning out any other sounds. It felt as if his mind was filled with static noise, whizzing and humming. “What the…” He blinked a few times to clear his vision. Wilbur sat on the wooden stool, his eyes glazed over. “Uh, Wilbur? Are you alri-”

Wilbur snapped out of his strange trance and shot to his feet, his gaze filled with anger and hatred. “Eret. You heartless bastard. Do you have any IDEA-”

“What? Wilbur, why-”

“Why the fuck are you even here?! To mock us?! To rub your victory in our faces?!” he was screaming now, his voice echoing through the small room, making Eret’s head pound.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I didn't do anything!" he was on his feet now, his arms raised to protect himself. He didn’t know what was going on, but the look in his friends eyes was enough to make him fear for his safety.

The door to the van slammed open as Fundy came rushing inside. A rush of emotions flew across his face as he took in the situation before him, going from confusion, to shock, and eventually settling on pure hatred, mixed with a hint of fear. His tall, pointed ears were flattened against his head. In any other situation, Eret might have found it funny, but in the moment he was in no mood to laugh. “What the fuck is going on? Why is Eret here?”

“That’s exactly what I’m trying to figure out. This son of a bitch was here when I came in, who knows what he might have done.” Will snarled, never taking his eyes off Eret.

“What the fuck do you mean? Wilbur, you brought me here! I’ve been here the entire time! You- Fundy, you saw me!”

“Excuse me? What the hell do you mean by that? I’ve been standing outside this entire time!” Fundy’s hand was on the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheath it and attack at any moment.

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Fundy, trying to figure out what Eret was talking about. “Enough!” he cried, “Fundy, I want you to go and ring the alarm bell. I need everyone here at once. Understood?”

“But what if he-”

His eyes narrowed even further. “Now.”

Eret’s mind raced a thousand miles a minute as he watched his friend scamper outside, most likely to go and sound the alarm. He needed to run, to escape. He didn’t know what was going on, or why Wilbur was so angry at him, but he knew that he needed to leave. The murderous look in his friend’s eyes made it very clear that he wasn’t just going to let Eret walk away peacefully.

The far off sound of a bell ringing echoed through the small van. Eret could feel his heart rate increasing. Any second now, the others were going to come into the room, and it would make escape ten times harder. If he was going to make a run for it, this was his chance.

He glanced at Wilbur, then to the door. Although the taller man was in a defensive stance, he wasn’t armed. There was no weapon in his hands. This could be his only chance.

He crashed through the door, and didn’t look back.

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fangirlandiknowit101 · 3 years

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Maybe or maybe not a Naruto/Charsuke hook up mini drabble?🤷‍♀️😅Just thinking how that wouldve happened, i cant stop thinking ab it since then

I finally had time to write it! Tbh i couldn’t stop thinking about it either heh. As for mini drabble, it ended up over 2,000 words 😂 Hopefully you like it 🙏

Rated: M (no full smut, but also they’re kinda in a public place...)

It’s not precisely written to fit in with tswm canon, but it probably works if you squint a little. Set somewhere between Menma breaking up with Charasuke and Naruto and Sasuke getting together. I didn’t have a lot of notes on what i’d planned in that original outline, but enough to figure it was probably supposed to be angsty. So, it’s probably more sad than sexy 😅

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He’s not sure if he should be surprised or not, finding Naruto sitting at the edge of the small dock by the lake. It’s his thinking spot, and he’d come here to curse Menma’s name. Finding his copy wasn’t precisely in his plans.

Sasuke is nowhere to be seen. He hesitantly joins him, pausing behind his shoulder to stare out over the water. He can’t see much with evening fast approaching, no moonlight brightening things, the light from nearby buildings too faint to help. There’s a faint breeze, barely disturbing the surface. Naruto’s got his arms wrapped around his knees, folded against his chest. He looks morose, sort of, not really acknowledging his presence.

“I’m not your Sasuke,” Charasuke greets him with, just in case.

“Obviously,” Naruto mutters, though he doesn’t explain why it’s obvious, considering he hasn’t once looked back at him.

“This is my spot.”

“You can survive without it for a bit longer.”

Heaving a sigh, Charasuke sits down beside him. The water is too cold to dip his feet in, and he wrinkles his nose at it.

“I heard your conversation earlier,” he says, rather than disagree that he really shouldn’t have to give up his spot to Naruto of all people. “Guess you’re not actually together, huh?”

“I don’t want to hear that from you.” Naruto hunches his shoulders even more, tucking his chin into his chest. “At least we didn’t break up.”

It stings, more than it should. A vindictive part of him is pleased to find out that Naruto and Sasuke aren’t the happy couple he assumed, but Naruto looks as awful as he feels, and it drains any urge to snap back out of him.

“Sucks to be us,” he sighs instead, picking at a loose thread on his pants. “I bet he’ll come around, though. You two seem really close.”

Naruto snorts, a self-deprecating sound. Something even sadder, if that’s even possible, passes over his face.

“It wouldn’t have been so bad if we hadn’t ended up here,” he mumbles.

“What, it’s our fault you’re now gay and pining?”

Eyes narrowing, Naruto says nothing.

“I don’t think travelling through dimensions turns you gay all of a sudden.”

“I’m not gay.”

Charasuke gives him a deadpan stare. Oh sure you’re not.

“Gay enough to have feelings for him.”

A groan escapes Naruto’s throat, and he lies back to stare up at the darkened sky, running his fingers through his hair viciously. Charasuke turns to look down at him, palm flat against the rough wooden planks separating them from the water below.

“How do you even know that?” Naruto finally asks, exasperated.

“It’s obvious.”

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

There’s a few moments of silence, and then Charasuke huffs, lying down as well. Despite how exposed this spot it, there’s something so calming about the quiet. Few people pass by the road behind them, and the sunsets are sometimes spectacular enough that he forgets to breathe.

At the moment, breathing is all he can do.

“I wish I hadn’t realized,” Naruto breaks the silence with. “I don’t know why I’m even telling you this.”

“Well, I’m not going to judge you.”

Naruto tilts his head, looking at him. He searches his face, as if Charasuke has ever had the answer to anything.

“At least Menma liked you back.”

“At least Sasuke still cares about you.”

They glare at each other, because any other look would have been too soft, too understanding. He’s so similar to Menma, like this. It would be easy to reach out, to roll over on top of him, to pretend for a moment in the dark.

What is there to stop him, really?

“Do you want to forget?” he asks, pushing up on an elbow. “You pretend I’m Sasuke, and I pretend you’re Menma.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Naruto says, rolling his eyes. There’s something not quite so dismissive in his eyes, though. “You’re nothing like Sasuke.”

“I’m close enough,” he argues, shuffling closer. “I bet I’m better at this, anyway.”

Frowning, Naruto doesn’t move, even when he pushes up to hover above him.

“Better at what?”

He smiles, just this side of devious. Naruto may not be Menma, but he’s got his own appeal. Charasuke won’t feel bad for being attracted to him, not if Menma is so hell-bent on getting rid of him.

“Kissing, for example.”

Naruto blushes bright red, unexpectedly. He quickly turns his head away, crossing his arms.

“Aww, you’re so easy to tease. Is this the first time a guy has offered to kiss you?”

“Shut up and die,” Naruto hisses, still stubbornly turned away from him. “As if I’d kiss you.”

He leans closer, lips brushing over his ear. Naruto shivers at the touch.

“I’m still Sasuke,” he breathes against his skin, lifting fingers to trace the line of his jaw. He’s wearing that ugly jumpsuit, neck mostly covered by the collar. “And I could make you feel so good, Naruto.”

He doesn’t entirely expect the way Naruto bites his lip against a moan, or the way he shifts awkwardly. He’d only meant to tease, really, but the thought of going through with his offer is tempting. He wouldn’t mind peeling the orange fabric off, slowly, licking and tasting the revealed skin.

“You’re a pervert,” Naruto accuses, but there’s no heat behind his words. “I’m not going to do anything with you!”

Unable to help a small grin, Charasuke bites gently at Naruto’s earlobe, hand sneaking underneath the hem of his sweater. He splays his fingers over Naruto’s stomach, feeling his warmth, the shortness of his breaths.

“Well, I’m sure you could easily throw me off if you wanted to,” he says, kissing the spot underneath his ear before leaning back up to meet his eyes. “Or, you could try out all those things you’d like to do to him, and no one will ever know.”

Ah, there it is. Conflict. A rush of something runs through his body – anticipation, maybe? He’s got no particular feelings for Naruto, aside from how unfair it is that he’s so hopelessly devoted to his own Sasuke that something breaks inside him to see it.

“I won’t tell,” he continues, leaning down, mouths just barely touching. Naruto’s eyes are wide, his body tense. Charasuke slides a leg over his hips, caging him in. “I wouldn’t want you to tell anyone, either.”

Naruto swallows. Charasuke feels it underneath his hand, caressing the sensitive skin on his throat. There’s a mess of emotion playing over Naruto’s face, lips parted to breathe heavily.

“I think you want me.”

Naruto doesn’t deny it.

“Well?”

Slowly, Naruto reaches up, fingers combing through his hair. He touches his face, hesitantly. His cheekbones, his nose, traces the shape of his eyebrows. Like he can hardly believe he’s allowed.

“Sometimes, you look so much like him,” he says, voice thick with unnamed emotion. “When you’re just looking at me, like this.

“It bothers you.”

It’s not a question.

“Yeah.” Naruto pauses, wetting his lips. “You both always say what you think, but the things you think about are so different…”

He smiles, a quick quirk of lips. He doubts Sasuke has ever been plagued with self-doubt and heedless anxiety. Or, more importantly, ever considered seducing his ex-boyfriend’s alternate dimension copy just to try and cope with reality.

“Care to guess what I’m thinking right now?”

His smile widens as Naruto huffs, cheeks still red. Before he can think better of it, he dips his head down, pressing a quick kiss to Naruto’s lips. There’s a sharp intake of breath, but Naruto doesn’t move, hand suspended mid-air.

“Again?” he asks, only half-mocking. It’s directed more at himself, anyway. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you like.”

Naruto makes a noise, something small and desperate. His hands grab for him, twisting in his hair and pulling him down, Charasuke easily following. He lets his weight drop onto Naruto, forearms holding him up enough to angle his mouth over Naruto’s.

They meet in a rush of exhilaration, mouths colliding with too much force. It’s easier to kiss him than he’d thought. It’s familiar and strange at the same time; the taste is the same, the shape, the sounds he makes. But there’s a strange feeling to it that makes all the difference in the world.

They kiss hungrily, sloppily, with no finesse or care for technique. It’s not about enjoying things – it’s about forgetting, about pretending.

It’s about something they might never have.

And he wants, that’s the problem. He’s got Naruto underneath him, his body just the same as he rolls his hips down, his moans at the friction identical. His eyes, too expressive. Charasuke closes his, keeps them shut as he kisses Naruto’s jaw and throat, tugging impatiently at the zipper on his jacket. He needs more, but knows it won’t be enough.

Naruto’s hands drag up and down his back, pushes underneath his shirt. There are goosebumps all over his arms, maybe from the cold, maybe from pleasure. His hands are so warm, but they hesitate. They don’t know his body.

“Come on,” he mutters, to himself or Naruto, he’s not sure. “Just– come on.”

Finally, Naruto lets his legs spread wider, wraps his arms around him until they’re pressed together too tight. It’s better like this, breathless with pleasure, giving up on the zipper halfway down and instead cupping Naruto’s cheeks too kiss him deeper. His thumbs dig into his cheekbones, holding him in place. It works on Menma, and it works on Naruto, too. He squirms and bucks his hips, letting Charasuke suck on his tongue until he’s satisfied. They’re probably too loud, out here in the open, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Naruto gasps for air when he releases him for a moment, groaning as Charasuke bites at his lower lip. He dares take a look at him, face flushed, eyebrows knitted together as if afraid to let go. He’s much more pliant than Menma, scrunching up Charasuke’s shirt as he clutches at his back and waits.

“You like it,” he says, voice low and rough with pleasure. “Tell me you like it.”

He shouldn’t, but he can’t help it. Naruto’s eyes flutter open, colored dark in the lack of daylight. He draws in a shaky breath, licking his already wet lips.

“No,” he says.

It’s more of a challenge than denial, and a heady rush of arousal courses through Charasuke’s body. He grins, slowly, watching Naruto torn between being uncomfortable with the unfamiliar sight and turned on at what the smile implies.

He pushes back, sliding down Naruto’s body until he’s level with his crotch. There’s an incredulous look on Naruto’s face, his nerves showing in the way his eyes flicker between Charasuke’s mouth and the obvious bulge in his pants as he props himself up on his elbows.

“I-“ he starts, then clamps his mouth shut.

“Is that a yes or a no?” Charasuke asks him, raising an eyebrow.

He’s probably not doing a good job of acting like Sasuke, but Naruto still shivers.

“Yes,” he whispers, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, choking down a moan as Charasuke all but rips his pants open.

It shouldn’t be strange but it is, that their dicks look the same. And isn’t it sad, that he knows exactly what Menma’s dick looks like? He chases the thought out of his head. Instead he licks a stripe up the length of it, holding back a snort as Naruto’s hips twitch in surprise.

“Relax,” he murmurs, and then wastes no time as he wraps his fingers gently around it and swallows it in one go.

“Fuck!” Naruto whisper-yells, gripping at Charasuke’s hair as he hollows his cheeks and suck.

Flattering, but he winces as the grip tightens. Easing back up, he levels Naruto with a glare, pointedly taking hold of his wrist and tugging at it until his fingers relax around his hair. Naruto is hardly apologetic, too busy breathing with his mouth open, back arching as Charasuke swirls his tongue around the head of his cock. It’s exhilarating how responsive he is, as if he’s never been touched like this. Maybe he hasn’t.

It doesn’t take long at all. He barely has time to get into the rhythm of it, bobbing his head up and down, one hand stroking Naruto’s hipbone, the other teasing the exposed skin around the base of his cock and softly massaging his balls. He knows precisely what Menma likes, and Naruto is no different in that aspect it seems. There’s a harsh tug at his hair and a broken version of his name, and then Naruto spills into his mouth, legs trembling as he finishes.

He avoids looking at him, sitting up and wiping at his mouth. Instead he looks out over the water again, ignoring the throbbing of his own dick, hard and straining against his pants. It would have been nicer if the sky was open, with stars winking comfortingly at them.

Naruto puts his clothes back in order, fumbling and cursing under his breath. He doesn’t offer to return the favor.

It’s probably for the better.

#fangirlandiknowit update #i'll put it up on ao3 later with the rest #this made me have feels sigh

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pettrichore · 4 years

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dunno if i’ll be able to finish this. but so like dabihawks au where like. dabi does his research aka when he was touya he was with his dad once during the whole takami thief thing and met keigo. flash forward he doesnt believe a thing about this hero hawks. sees him for the fabricated person he has become. and eventually hawks sees dabi for who he really is and was and like vigilante-ish dabihawks. bits about the au and the snippet i wrote under the cut.

cause this shit gets LONG af

hawks feels fake. doesnt rlly know who he has even become

the commission kinda forced a lotta habits out of him and completely molded him into who they want him to be

he barely even finds his name to be anything more than a stranger’s name at this point.

anyway so dabi p much knows who he is. does his own digging. and kinda puts some pieces together and sees how fake hawks is

hawks barely even knows if he shows any genuine emotions at this point. he’s kinda at a breaking point where he cant recognize himself and separate keigo from hawks. feeling like hawks has just swallowed him whole

he does show genuine things though. sometimes says or does shit out of line but he tends to have obedience beat into him even if he sometimes has a bit of a mouth on him. it’s mild tho

at the start of dabi working w hawks, hawks was very careful

it kinda progressed into keigo coming out more around dabi even though it was in bits and pieces

anyway dabi puts two and two together and realizes him and hawks are pretty similar and instead of seeing him as a traitor (though he’s sure that he’s not 100% on their side) he sees him as someone who can fit in with the misfits and he can p much fully convince hawks to ditch the bs

so the confrontation happens (see ending snippet) and hawks is like wtf just happened

and p much eventually there’s some tender moments between dabi and hawks and hawks ends up explaining how used he’s felt

he has been molded into the perfect obedient soldier; maybe sorta kinda explains that the commission is having him do double agent duties and instead of reacting badly dabi is p receptive and doesnt just try to kill him. instead he can see how badly hawks wants to break out of his cage and fly free and he deeply feels for that and knows how that can feel and is like aight well fuck them

so hawks kinda double agents on the commission??

and he does end up meeting the LoV and like sees how human they are

but also he’s like damn son but okay i dont agree w everything

and dabi is like yeahhh same ??? idk they are a means to an ends for me but also not lmao

and then there’s some dabi spilling his guts as they get closer and get more intimate and very much boyfriends

and hawks is so livid and he cant help but fuck around with endeavor the next time he sees him. and like he’s just so much more distant to him. he can’t begin to wrap his head around it. and he’s so broken that like.. the one person that he saw as his true hero. that “saved him” is a horrible person behind closed doors

the one person who he was inspired by and agreed to join the commission’s forces for is just horrible

there’s just a lotta solidarity between hawks and dabi and a lotta shared anger and hurt

and they’re boyfriends and it’s great but also like hawks isn’t a horrible person

neither is dabi ??? i mean listen they’ve both killed ppl. they probs will continue to kinda do it. but it’s always just horrible ppl

like listen killing ?? not great folks??? but also like idk man..

they also def leave kids outta this 10000%

anyway p much they end up ditching the LoV too. try to get some of them outta that shit. like toga who has become like a sorta lil sister for dabi in a way

they both just feel so horrible and gross seeing kids get into that shit

also like the girl needs some HELP. some therapy and rehabilitation idk

idk i love the morality shit with the LoV but might not play with it too much here

anyway they end up doing their own thing and the commission is quick to denounce him and just ruin his image

and try to kill him lmao they made him a perfect hero which could be a perfect villain and if he isn’t working for them he’s working against them (i mean he is) and needs to be Stopped Permanently

anyway here’s the snippet. my single brain cell that helped write this has left my body:

At this point, Hawks wasn’t so sure he was even real. His existence felt fabricated. Each smile or joke carefully placed. Each movement was calculated. He didn’t act out of line. His interviews were carefully thought out months in advance if not lies that he himself began to believe after years of telling them. His penthouse had just enough “personal” touches that when he had a spare moment to invite someone over it actually seemed like it could be a home. Hawks’ original motivations were squashed and were pushed aside unless they created an interesting story. His natural mannerisms that came with his mutation quirk were learned to be suppressed. Hell his own name sounded like a stranger’s to his ears. That is if anyone even knew it.

“Is there anything real about you, hero,” Dabi spoke. His back wasn’t fully to Hawks, left side presented to him as he set a framed graduation photo down and fully faced the winged hero. Dabi stuffed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side some, waiting for an answer. Hawks snorted and gave him an unamused look.

“I’m as real as they get, hot stuff.” He kept a casual air about his words, hands spreading out in surrender. “Not sure what else you expect.”

Hawks was on edge, but he wouldn’t let the villain know it. They were supposed to be meeting soon, but once again the villain pulled something unexpected and had been waiting for Hawks in his own apartment. Hawks’ feathers twitched slightly, sharpened edges ready for the command if it came. Dabi leveled him with an unimpressed stare. There was a moment where their gazes met in an intense battle, though Dabi’s look softened as he broke out in a lazy grin.

“Y’know... You might be just as much of a mystery as I am, Pretty Bird.”

“I think I’m a pretty open book myself.”

“I think you like to let people think that.”

“And I think you’re just trying to fuck with me. Can we just get to what you came here for? I had a looong day and kinda wanna get some food and some sleep.” Hawks punctuated his words by stretching his arms up high before shedding off his coat, goggles, and headphones. He tossed the coat over the back of his couch and dropped the gear onto the end table. He hoped Dabi would just drop this whole line of thought, take this as some sort of submission, and be satisfied enough to leave.

Wrong.

“Oh, we can get to that later… You, on the other hand, are much more interesting.” He moved closer, hands coming out of his pockets as he crossed the room to stand a few feet from Hawks.

“I’d love to be a great host and entertain you, but unfortunately I wasn’t expecting any guests today.” Hawks crossed his arms and watched Dabi carefully, eyes narrowing some in challenge.

“That’s too bad. You know, I’ve been doing some research on you. I don’t quite think you are who you say you are, Hawks.” The winged-hero tensed just ever so slightly before forcing his muscles to relax some. He didn’t like the way things were going. While Dabi’s fire was his ultimate weakness, he’s sure that he’s fast enough to put a sharpened feather to his throat and end this all here and now than Dabi would be if he wanted to put the spy to an end.

“And who do you think I am then, Dabi?” He raised an unruly eyebrow. His primaries ached to shoot out and end this, poised at the ready.

Dabi blinked slowly, bright turquoise eyes disappearing for a moment before shining under heavily lidded eyes. His grin stretched a bit wider, tugging on where healthy skin met the grafts.

“I think you aren’t the hero you put out there… Or the person you say you are. You like to say a lotta nothin’ don’t you?” Dabi stepped closer and Hawks’ fingers twitched but his arms remained crossed.

“I think you like to pretend to be this airhead bird. Like to use that name. Like to look like you’re the perfect little hero... You’re good at it, too. You aren’t though, are you… Takami Keigo.”

Hawks had a primary feather in each hand, on pressed to Dabi’s throat. It pressed in just enough to draw some blood from the marred skin grafts. He could feel the heat radiating from Dabi’s skin and particularly from the small flames in each of his palms, but the villain made no move to use it against him. He just continued to grin.

“What’s the look of surprise there, Birdie?” Dabi purred.

“How do you know that name?” He demanded, crowding further into Dabi’s space.

“Like I said, I did my research. Now unless you want to end up on the crispy side of cooked, I’d ease the fuck up,” Dabi’s voice took on a slight bite towards the end and his grin lessened. “And here I was going to tell you that you can meet the boss finally. Thought you might be real League material.”

Hawks instincts and mind screamed to press the sharp feather further or at least hold his position, demand answers. His judgment told him to ease off and soften the feathers once more. Hawks didn’t move too far from Dabi, though the primary feathers in his hands softened and returned to his wings. The heat radiating off Dabi died down along with the flames in his hands. Steam left his skin as he killed the flames.

“Much better… We don’t want any incidents like that when you get to meet the boss, right? You’re lucky I’m a lot more patient.” Hawks wasn’t sure what this was all about but didn’t argue with him on that point.

“Glad to see your fake little hero persona is starting to crack.”

#long post #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #dabi is a todoroki #dabi is touya #my writing #speaks #bnha au #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

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in-a-constant-daydream6 · 4 years

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Completely & Utterly

Bucky x reader

Word count: 2,052

A/N: this is my first attempt at writing so it’s probably awful lol :) feedback is very much appreciated and welcomed! hope you enjoy! (hopefully its not too bad) :)

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“Hey, you okay kid?” Tony asks his voice laced with concern. Returning back to reality your tear filled eyes find Tony’s. You quickly whisper a “yes” which is followed by a poor attempt at a smile. You hadn’t intended for it to come out as a whisper but the softness of Tony’s voice combined with your emotional state creates a lump in your throat.

The bar holds the usual chatter and warmth. It is classy yet cosy, and the monotonous downpour of rain only elevates the warmth and brightness of its interior. However, today Starks bar (called ‘The Iron Man’) didn’t bring the same joy it once did. In an attempt to hold your tears back, you take a sip of your lemonade.

Your hands pick at the corner of the beer mat whilst Tony places his hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Well, if you need anything you know where to find me.” You nod and Tony makes his way back to the bar giving handshakes and quirky comments to those who come here regularly.

It had been a year since your best friend Bucky had left for New York. One whole year. God, You shouldn’t be this heartbroken still. But you were because he wasn’t just your best friend, he was the person who made you laugh until your stomach ached with pain, he was the person you would have midnight phone calls with…he was the person who you shared your childhood with. You don’t know the exact moment you realised you loved him more than a friend, but maybe there wasn’t a moment. Maybe you had always loved him completely and utterly.

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1 year ago (the day before Bucky left for New York)

Huddled in a corner of the room, you and Nat speak in hushed tones. “Y/N you need to tell him before he leaves tomorrow.”

“I can’t” you stammer “this is a huge opportunity for him, I can’t just go up to him and say ‘hey Bucky I just wanted to say that I’m in love with you and I think I have been for like forever. Have a nice life in New York though,” exhaling a stressed sigh you massage your temple. Why couldn’t I have just plucked up the courage and told him years ago?!

“Y/N look at me. You are one of my closest friends - I consider you a sister, which is why I think you should tell him. I know the timing isn’t ideal.”

“Ideal?” You interrupt “Its awful. It would be selfish of me to tell him now.”

“No it wouldn’t” Nat’s soft tone is comforting “you will be selfish if you don’t tell him. He should leave knowing your true feelings. Perhaps he feels the same way about you and he’s leaving because he thinks you don’t feel the same way.”

“And if he does feel the same way, which I highly doubt he does…what if he then decides to stay. I would feel terrible…I would feel like I was preventing him from reaching his absolute potential and like I was holding him back from chasing his dreams. You know how excited he is Nat.” You say with a dejected tone.

There’s a silent pause. Nat looks at you with a mixture of concern and sadness in her eyes. “Well whatever you decide just know that I’m here for you - no matter what.” She reaches for your hand and gives you a smile which evokes a warmth within you. What would you do without Nat? …What will you do without Bucky?

You return her smile, although it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “Thank you Nat, really, it means a lot. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

“Your life would be hell without me” and she’s back to her usual playful self in which you are truly grateful for.

“Im not interrupting anything, am I?” Bucky asks. You look over your shoulder when Nat says “Of course not, I’m just heading to ladies so if you’ll excuse me,” which is followed by a reassuring wink.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you much this evening. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah” you weakly muster whilst trying to give a convincing smile.

“It’s just…you’ve been kinda distant lately and that isn’t like you at all. We always tell each other everything, and I know I’m going to New York but it’s only one year, and you can come and visit, and we’ll FaceTime and call all the time.” He places his hand on your arm and gives you his signature smile, which never fails to send your heart flying.

“Im fine, really….work has just been…stressful lately, thats all.” His glassy blue eyes search yours and you immediately know that he’s not buying it.

“How long have we known each other Y/N? I know when your lying,” he runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a sigh, “I thought you’d be happy for me - I’d be happy for you. You know I thought I’d be able to spend my last day with my best friend, I thought we’d have a great day celebrating with all of our friends which would allow me to feel content before heading onto the plane…but I guess not.” he expresses, hurt entwined with every word.

Thoughts are racing through your head, you thought you’d be able to carry on pretending for just one more day (obviously not). Your pause and absence of words cause Bucky to walk away. You promptly follow him to an empty room, you can still hear Steve and Sam’s laughter which seems to then blend into music and chatter.

“Wait…Bucky” you plead, grabbing his arm. His muscles tense, making you realise how physically strong he has become - unlike his gawky teenage years.

He stops and looks at you with hurt reflecting in his eyes, “What Y/N?”

You don’t know whether a surge of courage or stupidity takes over you but you manage to muster the three words you have always wanted to tell him, “I-I…love you.”

“What-what did you say?” his voice is subdued. You know he heard you but confusion forces him to ask anyway.

“I love you Bucky, completely and utterly.” Your voice breaks and you can feel your eyes begin to fill with tears.

“Why…why haven’t you told me…before?,” he shakes his head in confusion and rubs his face, “why are you telling me a day before I leave for New York?”

“I promise you, I didn’t plan to tell you today”

He cuts in “So when were you going to tell me?! I can’t-I cant do this…not now.”

Your heart breaks “okay,” your voice is almost a whisper, “I’m really sorry Buck, I really didn’t mean to do this right now but…” your voice trails away as you don’t know what else there is to say.

He nods whilst biting his lip, “I know…you- um, don’t need to worry about coming to the airport with me tomorrow… it’s really early so…I’ll give you a ring when I get there.” He walks away before you can say anything, and you let the tears run down you cheeks.

You don’t know how long you are standing there before Nat embraces you, cooing gently “it’s okay.”

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Back to present day

“You know if you smile that much you might pull a muscle.” Looking up you see one of your closest friends, Natasha. The redhead walks over to sit by you with a grin on her face and the usual mischievous glint in her eyes. You couldn’t help but reciprocate the grin.

“And why, might I add, are you drinking lemonade when we are supposed to be celebrating your new job?” She raises her eyebrows at you but then her demeanour changes. She places her hand on top of yours and you look up. “You heard about Bucky?”

You nod, scared that if you try to talk you’ll start crying.

You did speak to Bucky several times after that night but it was awkward, neither one of you knowing what to say, eventually the calls stopped. It hurt, and not just because he didn’t love you back but because you felt like you had lost your best friend.

You tried your best to move on and you think Sam, Steve, Clint and Wanda believed it. However, Tony didn’t - but he didn’t pry and you appreciated that, he did however check to make sure that you were okay. Of course, Natasha knew that you were hurting and you were able to express your true emotions in front of her.

You don’t know how many movies you watched together or how many times she held you while you broke down, but you did manage to move on with your life and things were…good. You and Nat still shared an apartment which was great, and every Saturday the others would come over for drinks and/or a movie (usually ending in fits of laughter). It was actually during the last Saturday get together, that you had overheard Steve and Sam talk about Bucky. And that’s when you heard he was going to propose to his girlfriend. It caught you by surprise, you knew he had been dating her for a while but you weren’t quite expecting a proposal. You had also heard Steve voice his concerns about Bucky and how he didn’t sound like his usual self, but Sam shrugged it off and said he was probably nervous about proposing.

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“I’m happy for him - really.” You gave your best attempt at a smile. Nat didn’t buy it but she didn’t say anything further as the others had arrived and were heading towards your table. Sam was first to wrap his arms around you, “Congratulations! Wow, a journalist! Well, if you need any interesting stories-”

“She wont go to you,” Nat interjects, a grin plastered on her face.

Everyone laughs and Steve slaps slam on the back, “you were asking for that.” They all give you a hug and express how proud they are of you and your new job.

Before sitting down Sam asks Tony for drinks. “You do know that I own this place. I don’t work as a waiter. And anyway, I’m off duty now. I’ve spent all day having meetings and talking about possible events, so this is my time to relax and enjoy myself.”

“Don’t worry I’ll get them” Clint states rolling his eyes.

You actually managed to put Bucky aside from your thoughts, and were enjoying your evening. You looked at the faces sitting around the table, laughing and joking, and you couldn’t help but smile. You were so thankful to have them in your life.

“Another round?” You ask which gets a chorus of enthusiastic yeahs, making you giggle.

You head over to the bar and relay the list of drinks to the bartender. Waiting for your drinks you tap your fingers on the counter and glance around the bar. That is until your eye catches a familiar face entering the bar. Your heart drops.

“Bucky?” You muster.

“Hey,” his eyes drop to the ground and he gives a shy smile, “its been a while.”

A mixture of shock and confusion leaves you speechless, “what-what are you…doing here? I thought you were in New York?”

You search his eyes before properly taking a look at him. You then notice he’s cut his hair short, its not long like it once was. You realise you’re staring, so you avert your gaze.

There’s a long pause, and you both just stand there awkwardly.

You go to say something when he says, “I’ve missed you…and yes I am supposed to be in New York. As much as I love New York, its not home-”

“I thought you were getting engaged-“

This time Bucky is the one to interrupt, “No, well, Sharon kept saying how she wanted to get married and everyone just assumed that I would propose. She’s great but the truth is I didn’t love her, I was able to fool myself for a while but…she just wasn’t you.”

He shrugs and gives you a sad smile, “I love you Y/N… completely and utterly….”

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #marvel #sebastian stan #oneshot #bucky barnes one shot

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cicinicole-14 · 4 years

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I know you haven't even posted Part 2 yet but just for when you get to it ... and need to post Part 3.... feel free to use this ask hehe ! Just preempting ya know

jkyk anon, I’m gonna need at least 5 more of these asks, seeing as ive written through part 8 so far.

anyway, here’s part 3! its unedited bc we die like men…

“Alex.”

Her voice edges on surprise, but doesn’t quite match it, teetering on the verge of a warning almost as well. She’s genuinely confused seeing him leaning up against her car in the rain.

She unlocks it, ushering him to get in and out of the drizzling rain she knows is going to soon pick up.

He looks over at her with solemn brown eyes, and she can read him like a book, just as she’d always been able to once he’d let her past his walls.

She could see the immense amount of guilt swirling behind the friendly front he’s put up. She can see the regret in his eyes, and knows the hurt is evident in his chest as he looks down, breaking their eye contact.

“I’m sorry.” The first words he speaks to her as he reaches for her hand across the console, but she pulls away, not ready for that. Had it not been raining, she wouldn’t have even invited him in the car and would’ve made sure there was much more distance between them still, but alas.

“I don’t need your apologies, Alex.” She says softly. And it pains her to even speak to him.

“I know.” He replies back before taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

The silence in the car hangs heavy over both of them, but neither are willing to break it yet. Jo has tears welling in her eyes, threatening to spill over but she refuses to show even a slight sign of weakness by letting a tear fall in front of him.

Alex finally caves, facing forward, not sure if he could even do this while looking at Jo.

He’d given up everything for a notion of a happy life, and it had all fallen apart instantly. He’d given up his entire life and happiness at a notion of a life, that fell through cracks and ruined his joy.

He clears his throat before speaking.

“Izzie and I aren’t together.” He finally breaks the heavy silence. It’s enough to pull Jo out of her intense daze and look at him for the first time.

She can see from his profile view, the bags laying heavy around his eyes, the redness rimming them, and how hollow he looks compared to what she remembered.

It makes her feel sick and dread fills her chest, but she pushes it down before quickly looking away, staying silent, hoping he’d take it as a cue to continue.

He doesn’t. Whether it’s lack of not knowing what else to say or how to continue, or that was all he had to say, he remains silent.

“What do you want me to say, Alex? Come back home? Marry me, again? Let’s just be a happy family again and forget that you left me for your ex-wife and supposed children and moved halfway across the country without consulting me, your wife, first?”

She didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh, but things were still fresh and raw and she had a lot of hormones flowing through her at the moment. She was exhausted after her twelve hour shift and had just wanted to crawl into bed tonight and forget things for a while, but the universe obviously had other plans.

“No. I don’t expect you to take me back, but I just wanted to clear the air between us. I wanted you to know, and know how truly sorry I am for leaving like that. No one deserves to be broken up with, like that, especially you. It was a really crappy thing I did and I know that. Also, I want you to know that I’m fighting Izzie for custody of the kids. I currently have a two bedroom apartment in Kansas and split custody of the twins, but I'm fighting for full.”

Jo grips the steering wheel in her hands until her knuckles are turning white. “So you’re going to sue me for full custody of this baby too?”

“No.” Alex barely lets her finish her sentence before shutting her down. “No, Jo, I’d never do that to you. The fact that you’re telling me already, that we’re having a kid, makes me so happy. That even with how much you hate me, you’re still willing to tell me about this baby. Izzie––” He pauses. “Izzie deprived me of over five years of that with Eli and Lex. You’re––you’re still letting me in from the beginning. So thank you.”

Jo still sits, gripping the wheel, though this time the pressure is lighter as the color returns to her fingers. She stares at the tan line that had started fading from where her wedding rings used to lie.

She hates a lot of things at the moment, like how empty her ring finger feels without the weight of the rings. She hates how angry she is at the universe. She hates not having any control over her emotions at the moment, and hates that she can feel the tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

She hates a lot of things right now, but not Alex. Never Alex.

“I don’t hate you.” She says after a beat, managing to find her voice. It’s raw, wavering and barely audible but by the way Alex’s head lifts and his eyes meet her in slight surprise, she knows he heard it. “I hate a lot of things right now, but not you. I’m mad, angry, furious at you. I want to smack you upside the head and maybe punch you, but I don’t hate you. Especially after giving me something to be happy about among all my anger.”

Alex looks back down. “I don’t know what else to say.” He taps his foot lightly against the floorboards of the car.

Jo just nods subtly. She pauses before digging through her purse sitting on her lap, pulling out the folded sonogram picture and handing it to him. “Here, I have another copy.” She says, offering the olive branch.

Alex takes it, tentatively, staring down at the grainy photo.

“That’s a baby in there.” He says in slight shock still, a smile gracing his face.

Jo quietly stifles a laugh before shutting herself up. She looks up at him with teary eyes. “Our baby.” She says, ever so softly, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“Yeah, our baby.” Alex echoes softly.

She can’t take the tense feeling in the car any longer and she pulls it into reverse. “What hotel are you at?” She says, clearing her throat and pushing back her tear-filled voice, trying to sound as normal as she can manage as she turns around checking her surrounding areas for other vehicles in the parking lot.

The drive to the hotel is silent as Jo keeps her eyes on the road and focuses on the blades of the wipers going back and forth as she pulls up to the building. She puts the car into park and waits for Alex to unbuckle and exit.

He ducks out of the car, and just as he’s shutting the door, he looks back at her, back at Jo, the woman he loves with everything in him, and smiles. “It was never going to work with Izzie because my heart still belongs to someone else, Jo. I still love you.”

Jo looks up from the steering wheel just as Alex shuts the door and turns, heading into the lobby of the hotel.

She watches as the man who once owned her heart walked off, leaving her swirling with emotions. She rests her head on the back of her hands on the wheel, letting the tears finally freely fall, once again, not sure what to feel at this moment.

oop so, Alex still loves her…wbk… wonder what’s happening next? what are y’alls thoughts? what about the twins? Izzie? is jo going to take him back? cant wait to hear what y’all think! and if there’s anything you’d really like to see in this story/series lmk, I can work it in here, or maybe in a oneshot for the verse. :D

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itsthestutterforme · 4 years

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Teaching (Alec Lightwood)

Since I came into town, I've been having awkward interactions with Alec. The first time we met, he basically saw me dancing around Magnus' house in my bra and underwear. Mind you, I'm Magnus' sister but I'm comfortable with my body. Alec thought something else and nearly popped a vein in his head.

A few days later, Alec slept over again without me knowing. I was baking some cupcakes with my headphones in. My favorite song came on and I started twerking, right in front of Alec. Since then, I've just been staying in my room and microwaving things fully clothed and normal.

"Hey, is Magnus here?" Alec asks as I pull my ramen out of the microwave. "Uh, no, he went out." Alex sighs and I add, "Trouble in paradise?" "When is it not? I always seem to mess things up." "A relationship with no fights and disagreements is impossible. It's how you handle them that matters."

"I'm.. I'm not good at displaying your emotions." "I would say me too, but I think that's more of a Shadowhunter thing. We all have something we need to improve on. "Oh really? Okay, what do you need to improve on?" "I.. can't trust people all that well. I can't 100% trust anyone besides Mag and because of that, I have no friends and can't keep a long term relationship."

"Wow, I thought you were going to say something along the lines of I'm not that attractive. That was a lot deeper than I anticipated." "It's the truth. Over the centuries, people in general have disappointed me more times than I can count. So I just stopped letting them in."

"But moving onto your boyfriend problems. What did you do with your other boyfriends," "I don't have other boyfriends," "You-- are you-- that makes so much more sense." "What's that suppose to mean?" "That explains why you're so tense and rigid. It's like you don't know how to relax."

"I know how to relax," "Prove it then," I watch as Alec tries to sit down and say, "That's your way of relaxing?" "You know what? I don't have time for this." "Yes, you do. If you want to know how to do better, I can teach you but you need to have a lot more patience than that."

"How am I suppose to learn from you?" "First, I never said I was a horrible girlfriend, I just said that I have trust issues. Second, I'm Magnus' sister. I know him better than anyone." "Fine, what do I have to do."

It's been a few weeks that I've been helping Alec and things have been good. He's been progressing, but so was something else. Of course, I've been supressing this but I can't control them in my dreams. "Kiss me," Alec says. "No," I stand from the couch and walk away from the living room. I feel a hand on my wrist pulling me back.

I turn around and hold my cheek as he kisses me. He walks me back to the couch and lays me on my back as he lifts my shirt. He softly kisses up my stomach and started to squirm under his touch. "Y/N?" A hear a voice call. I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and I jolt awake to see Alec standing over me.

"You okay? You made a grumbling noise and started sweating. Bad dream?" He asks. "Yeah, bad dream." "What about cuddling?" He suggests. "I'm sorry?" "I've been doing some reading and cuddling seems like a nice way to display affection." "You're right about that one." "So scoot over, I want to see what is the right way."

I reluctantly scoot over and Alec climbs into bed with me. He wraps an arm around my waist but it was tense and hard as a rock. "No, it's more like this. Turn around, I'll be big spoon." "Big what?" "I'll explain that later, just turn around."

He complied and I slide my leg in between his. I put my arm underneath his and link his hand with mine. "So you do this, wrap the arms and legs together. That's the basic way to cuddle: spooning."

"And what are the other ways?" "The other ways are more intimate. You'll learn them eventually." "Come on. Show me." "No, Alec. They're too personal." "What do you mean personal? We're close friends now, right?" "Yes, we are. But..."

Alec holds the sides of my face like he did in my dream. "Please, Y/N." I didn't realize how close our faces were until now. "I'm sorry, I cant-- I can't do this anymore." I pull away from him and rush out of the room.

I've been avoiding Alec as much as I can so I can try to suppress the feelings I have for him. "It's you isnt it?" "What do you mean?" "You're the one that has been helping Alec with us?" " You caught me," "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

Magnus hugs me and I hug him back. "No problem," "You know what, we should all have dinner together." "Hm?" "Yeah, me, you and Alec." "Uh, why?" "Well, we haven't had dinner together in a while."

"Alright, when do you want to do it? What are you in the mood for?" "Tonight, and I was thinking Chinese." "Can't go wrong with Chinese,"

Flash forward to later that day, Alec decided to sit right in front of me. I desperately tried to avoid eye contact and he desperately tried to get my attention. "Alright guys, I'll get the Chinese. I'll be back. Don't burn the house down." He leaves the loft and I say, "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Y/N, please stop this. Talk to me, tell me what I did wrong?" "That's the problem. You did nothing wrong, you're just being yourself." "Then, why do you keep avoiding me?" "I'm doing it for me, to protect and punish myself at the same time." "Y/N, you're not making any sense."

"I have feelings for you when I 100% know that I shouldn't. So I'm avoiding you until they're gone " "Damn it," "I know, I'm sorry." "No, it's not that. I.. I fell for you too but I knew you didn't have the same feelings so I.." "No, uh-huh. This can't happen, Alec. Magnus has been through way too much to have something like this happen."

"But we can't help--" "Yes, we can. We can suppress it and it'll eventually go away." "Or it will only become stronger." Alec says. "Just drop it. Magnus will be back soon." "Kiss me," "No, and don't you dare break his heart, you hear me?" "Too late," We both look over to Magnus and I immediately run over to him.

"How much of that did you hear?" "Him telling you to kiss him." Magnus looked to Alec and I could tell that he was debating on sending him through a wall. "You should go, Alec." "Alright, but we still need to talk."

"No we don't," "Please just.. help me understand this because I have no idea why or how I feel this way. I--" "I'll think about it but don't count on it." Alec reluctantly left and Magnus collapsed into my arms. "Why.. why does this keep happening to me." He croaks. "Im such a bad sister. All I wanted to do was help and I fucked things up, like always."

"Me and Alec weren't meant to be. But maybe you guys are." "What? Hell no, I am not going to do anything with him. Did you forget the sibling code? The other sibling never sleeps with or dates their siblings significant other."

"But it's clearly a two way relationship, you like him and he likes you." "No, Magnus. It's not going to happen, drop it." "Come on, let's eat this Chinese." I add.

Turns out, the Shadowhunters needed some help from warlocks in order to track and defeat Valentine. Which I find ironic, because Shadowhunters always tried so hard to put us Downworlders down. And in the end game, they need our help. Everything in me is saying to be petty, but that wouldn't have helped anybody so I kept it to myself.

Magnus and I walked into the Institute and Alec's mother was holding a meeting. Alec and I immediately lock eyes and quickly find a seat in the back. Magnus followed me and when the meeting was over, Alec went to find Y/N. "We need to talk." "If it's not about stopping Valentine, then I dont want to hear it."

"Come on, Y/N. Give him a chance." "What? Why are you supporting this?" "Because you deserve to be happy." "He does not make my happy." "Then how would explain your dreams about him?" "Wanting something that I couldn't have. The dreams stopped, by the way." "Your feelings for him didn't." "Wh--" "Go," Magnus pushes me into Alec's chest.

Alec catches me and we look into each other's eyes for a moment. "You have five minutes." He follows me into a random hallway. "You still have dreams about me?" "No, I don't." "Quit lying to yourself." "What isn't clicking, Alec? This cannot happen. You are my brother's ex-boy--" Alec slams his lips on mine and holds my arms above my head.

He continued to kiss me and I wasn't fighting it at all. He lets go of my hands and they find themselves into his hair. He holds my hips and hums against my lips. He finally pulls away from my lips and we are both breathless. "Wow,"

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bleufrost · 5 years

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Frozen Embers || Chapter One

Loki x reader

Series Preview/General Story Guide

Warnings: a swear or two maybe? Nothing extreme quite yet (:

Series summary: Growing up under the guidance of S.H.I.E.L.D, you were trained from the moment you could walk to be a good agent. You were everything you needed to be, but the emotions and empathy that ran through your blood tainted all of your hard work. One day, you are given the chance to prove yourself by being assigned to the cell of Loki, the god of mischief. Quickly, icy walls begin to melt as you both realize that your time together is bringing forth a mix of flame and frost that can only end in chaos.

Original request by: @procrastinatinglikeabitch

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A/N: ahh this is my first ever series! i read it over like thirty times but im sure theres still mistakes lol. I really hope you guys like it though!! feedback of any kind is always suuuper appreciated and although I cant always respond to comments on this side blog, please know that they make my entire day <3 love yall !

You had felt from the beginning that this was a terrible idea. Fury had called you into his office that morning, his normal dead serious look upon his face. You were used to it, but for whatever reason today it set you on edge. He had briefed you on your mission, it wasn’t the first little assignment he had given you but this one had left an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Not much did that, but what he had asked of you very seriously went against everything you believed in. Fury told you that you were to get as close to Loki, the god of mischief, as possible. Not only were you to gain his trust, but you were to also completely shatter that trust by informing S.H.I.E.L.D of everything he told you.

Loki was a threat, they said. He was dangerous, they said. Yet, you still couldn't stop the growing fear and suspicion that you were doing the wrong thing from settling within your stomach.

Regardless of how you felt emotionally, it was still your mission and you were expected to complete it. As an agent, there was no room for sentimental matters to intermingle with work, and you often forgot that. You didn’t want to be stuck with inside jobs for the rest of your life though, so you made the decision long ago that what Fury said you would do. At the end of the day, you knew and trusted him far more than this god who had tried to overtake the world, not to mention had also stolen the free will of your friend and mentor, Clint. He had caused irreversible damage to the lives of countless innocent people so you knew you had to put your morals aside for a second considering he had done so for a while; he may not deserve to be used, but neither did your friends. With that in mind, you made your way over to the holding cell.

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Sliding your key card into the heavy metal opening was something you had never done before. In the grand scheme of things, you were still a fairly new agent and so the opportunity to come down to specialized cells was not one that you had been offered; until now. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest and you tried hopelessly to calm it. Whether or not Loki could hear the nervous thumping or not didn’t matter; you had a feeling that he could sense it.

Quickly brushing the invisible lint off your clothing and straightening up the black top and jeans you wore as your uniform, you took one last calming breath before stepping inside. The cool metal offered no sense of warmth or comfort as your heels clicked against the floor. Sound echoed for what appeared to be miles in here, and you swallowed thickly as you realized that you were trying to be quiet; you were trying to hide from the person that you needed to be seen by and that had to stop.

The next step came far more confidently, and you lifted your head a bit higher and stood a bit straighter. He would be within a specially engineered cell designed specifically to keep him inside. He more than likely had not been offered conversation since he was thrown in here. He was alone, and a god with his need to be praised would not do well when met with complete silence at every turn and passing moment. You had the upper hand here, so you had to use it.

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Loki sat with his back against the soft pillowed sofa he had conjured up within the cell. He tossed a little statue up and down as he contemplated for the hundredth time that day what he would do when he inevitably escaped this prison. It was stupid of these midgardians to think that they could hold him for long; an ignorance they would soon come to regret. As it stands though, he remained here nearly going mad with boredom. He would never admit it, but the lack of company was beginning to weigh on him in a manner that was testing his sanity.

That’s when he heard it. Soft footsteps that turned a bit louder after a moment or so. The sound bounced off the walls and met his ears in a way that sparked his curiosity immediately, and Loki couldn’t help but wonder if those steps would lead the person right to his cell. As they drew nearer, his excitement grew. He wanted to get up and see for himself who or what was walking through these typically barren halls, but if they were to come to him he would not want to grant them the satisfaction of seeing him eager or even so much as intrigued by their presence. He remained there with his back against the sofa and resumed his mindless tossing of the small figurine.

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Stopping in front of the glowing cell was nerve wracking, but seeing the god for the first time in person was absolutely terrifying. Loki was laying upon an ornate bed-like couch, surrounded by beautiful furniture and books that had surely not been gifted to him by S.H.I.E.L.D. He had something in his hands, and your eyes watched a moment as the object was flipped up into the air before settling back down into the skin of his palm. It was oddly mesmerizing.

You couldn’t have been staring for more than a few seconds, but that was long enough to annoy him. The statue was thrown up into the air, and on its way down it made a sharp turn and came smashing into the glass at exact level with your eyes. You let out a small yelp, and finally his eyes slid over to meet you as he chuckled lowly.

“Well aren’t you a jumpy little pet.” Loki sat up slowly, turning to face you with no real hurry or actual interest apparent in his movement. He was dressed beautifully in different shades of black, grey, and a gorgeous green. Even though he had been trapped in here for weeks now, his hair was still combed perfectly and his eyes held a certain glint to them that made you question whether solitary confinement had been affecting him at all; surely it had to be, right?

Clearing your throat, you step forward slightly to hopefully show him you aren’t afraid of him or his abilities; even though that may not be the whole truth. “My name is Agent (y/l/n). I’m here to talk to you.” You look to him expectantly and it takes him a moment to react. He seems confused for only a split second before he scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Well, if that’s all it appears you’ve already done it. You can leave now.” Loki makes a move to lie back down before you speak up.

“Wait! I mean I actually want to have a conversation with you. You know, get to know you.” There was no keeping the nervous look off of your face as you spoke. It wasn't a lie, you really did want to get to know the god and understand why he did the things he did. No one hurts people like that without reason; without having been hurt themselves.

Slowly, he turns back to you. His face is unreadable as he walks over to stand in front of you and stares deep into your eyes from behind the glass. The urge to break eye contact with Loki is intense, but you know that giving in is exactly what he wants you to do. He’s trying to figure out if you’re worthy of his time and you need to prove that you are. After a lifetime of feeling him stare into the darkest crevices of your soul, he speaks.

“Why?” You don’t hesitate for even a fraction of a second before responding. “I want to understand. You did things that I could never have even imagined doing, and I think it’s important to know why.”

His jaw became tense, features tightening as his eyebrows pulled together. “You, my pet, must have a very WEAK imagination.” His voice was harsh as he spit the words out at you. Turning away to pace, he once again shook his head while letting a low and humorless chuckle escape his lips. “No, you could never understand. How could a god ever even begin to explain the complexities of their actions to the measly mind of a midgardian child?”

The comment bothered you only slightly, but you knew that you were losing him quickly. Loki apparently didn’t trust kindness; you suppose that’s something you both kind of have in common. You were basically raised by Fury and Clint, and although you had kept up a sense of outward positivity, there was a deep underlying feeling that you really could not trust anyone but those two men. Kindness always came at a cost and you knew that you wouldn’t trust yourself either if you were in Loki’s position, so you decide to take another approach.

“Look, they never let me out of this tower either so I’m just as bored, if not more so, than you are. The way I see it, you can honor me with your company every once in a while and keep a child entertained, or you can tell me to leave again. I’d hate to be a bother, so if it’s that draining on you I will gladly find someone else to talk to. You were my first choice, not my last resort.” Letting out a little breath, you wait for his response eagerly. It took a few minutes and you were nearly ready to leave, but Loki finally spoke up.

“Are you doing this for them?” The fact that he refused to look at you while speaking did not go unnoticed by you. “S.H.I.E.L.D would never trust me to do something like that. Like I said, they don’t even trust me enough to let me go out into the field.” It wasn’t a lie in entirety. The agency found you to be too sympathetic for field missions and refused to test your loyalty to orders. Fury was the one who trusted you and, seeing as he himself wasn’t S.H.I.E.L.D, you were telling the truth.

Loki put his hand up to his face, giving a pondering look through his gesture. Suddenly he turned to look at you with a dazzling smile gracing his features. You saw something shimmering in his eyes, but you couldn’t quite tell whether it was friendly or not. “It seems pet, that we have something very interesting in common then.” The look he gave you set you on edge, yet you wouldn’t dare look away in fear that it would disappear. He scared you, but you never felt a desire stronger than the one you currently felt to be afraid.

“It seems we do.” The small lift at the corner of your lips was instinctual. You didn’t even notice that you were doing it, but Loki most certainly did. Making his way back to stand before you, his eyes meet your form and take you in for the first time. Loki was a fair amount taller than you, so you found yourself looking up to meet his gaze as his own skims over you from head to toe. The height difference was something that he would surely be taking advantage of to make you feel even more like the child he thought you to be.

“Pray tell pet, what is your name?” He finished looking you over and now received your stare fervently. He enjoyed being looked at; he found thrill in being a spectacle and you could feel it. If he wanted to be seen, you would make damn sure that you saw him.

“My name is (y/n). And, for the record, I’m far from being a child.” His smile grew even wider at that, and his hand came up to gently run his fingers down the glass that separates you. For some reason, you almost felt as though you wished it weren’t there.

“I can guarantee that no matter how old you may be (y/n), it pales in comparison to the length of the lives I have lived. You couldn’t fathom the things I have seen, and most certainly not the things I have done ” The words were almost solemn, in a way perhaps reflective. There was no way for you to even begin to comprehend the existence he had experienced firsthand, but your fascination and hunger to try burned through your body like the flames of a wildfire. He drew you in like a moth to candlelight, and you let him. “Tell me about them.”

Your comm went off at that moment, Fury’s voice filling the empty halls with a loud crackling. “Agent (y/l/n), I need you on the training deck right fucking now.” The loud noise startled you out of the trance like state you had been in, and you fumble around to quickly answer. “Be right there, sir.” As you let go of the button that allowed Fury to hear your voice, you look back to Loki. He was already laying back on his bed, lazily flipping through a book as though you were not even there. You hadn’t even seen him move. Unsure of whether or not to he wished to speak any further for now, you nod your head slowly and look away. “I’ll be back tomorrow, if you’d like.”

Just as at the start of your conversation, he did not respond immediately. You were cursing Fury in your head for breaking the connection you felt you had been growing with the god, but just as you began to leave he called after you.

“I would yearn for nothing more, pet.”

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binxisaphe · 5 years

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Binxi sat alone amongst the ruins of the circles of answering. Setting sun basking it in shades of orange and long shadows. The diminutive Keeper was fond of this site. Often found here training alone, or lost in meditation sitting amidst the rubble left behind. The site was elevated. High enough to enjoy the breeze that passed through the towering peaks of Gyr Abania.

The feel of the wind was one thing he missed. The forest that bordered these lands, the self same woods he called home. They could be stifling. The dense vegetation of the shroud didn't leave much for the wind to flow through.

It was why he often left the forest to meditate. Like he was doing now. Legs crossed under him. Eyes shut. The gates of his chakra opened wide letting aether free flow through him. He was completely still in this. With the exception of beads passing through forefinger and thumb at sequenced intervals.

(Un)fortunately for Binxi, a T'yoshi was also there for a while longer than he has, also meditating and completely still. Her chakras all open allowing her aether to flow free, but upon sensing Binxi's aether, her own aether flared as if out of anger, like a fiery hurricane about to hit. Muscles tensed, veins appearing. She still remembers, Binxi. She still remembers.

The sudden surge of power. It invaded the calm blank nothing that was his mind. Distracting him. His hand froze on the beads as he stopped count and recitation of his mantra. It was a wonder he didn't notice another before the surge of aether, especially one already opened to the gifts of Rhalgr like they where. But he recognized it for what it was, if not to whom is belonged to.

Mulling it over he sighed, taking the length of beads and rewrapping them around his forearm. Letting go his hold on his chakra and allowing gates to slide shut one after the next until none remained open. His eyes slowly opening as he looked around. He didn't see anyone else in the failing light. Leisurely the small Keeper got to his feet. Dusting off his pants before he causally walked in the direction of the aether surge. Curiosity once again getting the better of him.

Rounding a pillar, or what was left of one. He saw her there sitting as he had. In meditation. He hadn't seen T'yoshi since the last operation was carried out in the tunnels. Canting his head, he stood watching the woman. Wondering if she had even noticed his approach now that he had let go of the power of his gifts. Leaning against the pillar, he decided to call to her instead of approaching. "I did not know you where here Sister."

The surge of raging aether subsided as the scarred monk of a Seeker does not meet Binxi's gaze, but it still surrounds T'yoshi like a fiery windy barrier. "Neither did I, Brother." She said the last part forcefully, with an angry undertone.

Keeping his eyes on T'yoshi he tapped his chin in thought as he chose his next words carefully. He spoke slow and deliberate. "You sound strained Yoshi. Somethin' botherin' you?"

His voice and expression where friendly, but it didn't match his eyes. Pale silver orbs keeping vigilant watch on the Seeker. Even though he felt the surge of power subside, he could still tell she held onto it.

"I am talking to him." She opened one of her eyes, showing a very angry glare aimed at Binxi.

He snorted at her response, head shaking slowly as she glared at him. If the glare was suppose to cow him, it didn't seem to work in the slightest. He chewed on his lower lip in thought. He knew exactly why she was mad at him, debating to play the fool or confront her on it was the decision he was battling with. The latter won out. He didn't return the heated glare with anything but genuine curiosity. "So you're still upset over that? I am not sure why."

"...You killed an unarmed and surrendered imperial soldier in cold blood. You clearly defied Alliance orders, and you don't seem to care. It is only fortunate that you left before the leaders arrested you alongside that Elezen traitor." Yoshi took a deep breath, stood up, and faced Binxi straight in the eye, starting to walk towards him. "And the worst part was that I stayed quiet. Out of respect, for you being a brother Fist of Rhalgr, and Elder Tigre's pupil." Yoshi stands tall at five fulms and seven, possibly eight ilms. Tall for a female Miqo'te like herself. "I am basically harboring a criminal."

"Yes, I killed my enemy." He didn't deny it. His tone was flat. Even. He kept any emotion from it. "I suppose I did defy orders, but that has been handled. My pay has be cut until further notice. So no, you are not harborin' a criminal. " He watched as she stood and turned to face him before walking closer.

He remained leaning against the pillar. "And to be fair I never asked you to do me any favors. But I guess thanks anyways?" He shrugged it off. "Perhaps if this was a normal war. I'd of not dispatched him. But this isn't a normal war T'yoshi. You understand this yes? To me so few fail to realize this with how quickly we are willing to turn on ourselves and sentence our own to death. Blind to the truth."

"Truth? What truth? That, let me guess, all imperials are evil, grunts or otherwise? That you wasted potential information that could be useful to the Alliance? Tell me Binxi, what is the 'truth' to this war?" T'yoshi's tone rose and grew more angry with each word.

"That its not that simply they wish to defeat us. They want to eradicate us, or was proof of them draggin' the hound from Menphina not enough for you. This isn't just a fight to defend lands, or countries, boarders. Its a fight for survival, a right to live." He waved T'yoshi off, turning his back towards her as he took a few steps away from the woman. "You are naive enough to think they'd talk, tell anyone anythin' of import? Not likely. You do know what legion that is on Ala Mhigo's doorstep don’t you? They already think us weak, soft. We'll spare their lives and keep them fed an safe even if they reveal us nothin', so long as they surrender."

He paused, looking out towards the forest. "Do you know what happens to us, If we surrender to them? Ever have the misfortune of being a prisoner of Garlemald? What I did was a mercy compared to what they've done."

She remained silent the whole way through, although her expression doesn't seem to change. Her chakra seemed to calm down however. Perhaps Binxi's extremist words are somehow ringing to her. Garlemald won't stop until all Eorzeans are dead. So why bother accepting their surrender?

"So it's better to kill every imperial then. After all it's a fight for survival. Kill or be killed." T'yoshi brought out a smile...an eerily calm smile, as she walked towards Binxi.

"Maybe I have been too naive after all, Binxi. After all I've never tried to kill, and I have been a lousy soldier. My sister is a better soldier than me." She stops walking, when she is exactly one ilm away from Binxi. She slowly and quietly brought a fist towards Binxi's back, just enough to not make physical contact.

"However...mercy or not..." And boom, in an instant, T'yoshi opens all her 6 chakra gates and unleashes a powerful fiery one-ilm punch right into Binxi's back. "...That is not enough to be absolved by me."

The keeper kept his eyes towards the forest to the west. Watching the suns last rays pass over the top of the trees. Minutes now and it would be gone from sight. The sky taken by darkness. Despite it all, his calm even tone of voice, casual demeanor. T'yoshi had him on guard since the moment she spoke to him. He had already been wary of the woman.

His ears flickered at the sounds of her footsteps crunching sand and rubble underneath. The sudden calming of her gifts. How suddenly agreeable the woman was to his words when a moment before they where hard to swallow. He didn't trust any of it. Least of all the woman at his back. His own gates flung wide, releasing the flood of aether through his veins. Grasping for it, forcing it. Binxi forced it into the only aspect he knew. Air. Empowering him to move faster then should be possible, until he expelled it in a powerful gust of wind. Kicking up sand and rubble, screening the both of them. Reducing visibility almost to nil.

Her fist would of found nothing. He was already gone. Slamming shut his gates as soon as they opened, the wind dying and sand falling without his control. He was no where in sight. Faint hastened footsteps reverberated off the ruins with no discernible direction to which way. Then there was silence. Until Binxi finally called towards her, his voice echoing off the ruins as well. Making it difficult to tell where he was. "You wish to do me harm, Sister?"

Yoshi does not react in outright anger. Instead she caaaalmly straightens herself, with tranquil fury apparent on her face. She also closes her own gates, possibly so she can be able to sneak up on Binxi. Hearing his voice echoing through the ruins, she pursed her lips. She didn't like hurting a fellow Fist like this, but his methods are too extreme. They may not be best suited for a Fist of Rhalgr.

"Tell me, Binxi. Does Elder Tigre know of your folly? By killing a surrendered soldier, you are giving truth to their claim that we are savages. Do you truly wish to continue on with that knowledge, Brother?"

She then hopped off the Circles of Answering, almost looking like she was flying elegantly before landing on her two feet in front of Schism, slowly walking a bit before turning her head back to the temple. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and tries to sense Binxi's aether.

"Know that I don't wont to do this. You seem more fit to be a soldier than a Fist, in my eyes at least." Her voice is calm, but she does feel pained towards Binxi. Why does he have to be the way he is? She fears he may be going down a dark path from which he may never come back.

The keeper's laughter echoed off the walls of the darkened ruins. The sun had finished its descent past the horizon and the shroud of night was settling in. Which only aided the nocturnal Miqo'te. His pale silver eyes could pierce into the darkness where his diurnal cousin's could not.

"Wrong." The single word bounced back towards T'yoshi followed by a moment of silence before he spoke again. "I wonder where this silly notion came from. You honestly believe that is the reason they call us savages? The Empire does the same and worse, no Sister. That is not why they call us that."

There was another pause but this time he started again giving the woman no time to interject a answer. "They call us savages because they believe us to be primitive and inferior to them. Our countries, our cultures, our way of life. It does not fit with their grand design of world conquest. Instead they would see us subjugated and shown a better way to live, a less 'savage' way to live. If you truly wish to rid yourself of the imposed title of savage, all you to do is submit to them and give up everythin'. Become another functional piece in their grand machine that is the empire."

"Me on the other hand. I will continue to fight, to resist. To be a 'savage'." The silence returned, only broken by the soft sound of skittering feet. The sounds of them reverberated of the wall still offering little to no direction other than he had retreated deeper into the temple ruins.

His voice echoed back towards her. This time filled with amusement and curiosity. "Tell me Sister. What is it you mean to do, that you do not want to?"

The seeker clenched her fists, emanating with a fiery aether, before walking inside the temple ruins, listening to Binxi's words. To his question she replied, with a serious yet sad tone.

"...To seal your fists. Or break them. Because I do not thin you are worthy of His art." Even with the bale of darkness setting in, it did not frighten the diurnal woman. She had grown up in a mixed nomadic tribe, and she can use her own aether as a radar or sonar. Upon stepping inside, her voice echoes through its walls. Unknown to her there are shadowy figures that have been spying them from the shadows up above, eavesdropping. One of them speaks into a linkpearl, relaying information.

"You did not answer my first question, Brother. Does Elder Tigre know of what happened? I cannot believe you had been left off with a mere pay cut. You should have at least spent time in the gallows for that war crime, or even stripped of your rank and fired." Her chakra flared in her rising anger, alongside a singular...shadow chakra..hidden but unlocked inside herself, that she herself hid. "You sound as if you were one of the extremists that attacked at the Levinfist hosted at this very temple, or even one of the Griffin's men."

She then paused and tried to calm down, but then started again without giving the man a time to interject, as payback, while at the same time looking down into the abyss on the path between the entrance and the inner sanctum. "Maybe your views are justified. I am sorry if you or a friend happened to have been a former prisoner of Garlemald. But your words cannot absolve you of your actions. If I talked that day, you would probably not even be here anymore. Your actions helped put everything at risk, and they caused the chaos that also put that one Ishgardian against his people. You endanger everything we’ve worked for."

She remained silent as she entered the inner sanctum, staring up at the large statues before closing her eyes. Did she really have the right to be speaking all this? Maybe people, even herself are blind to the truth. She truly does consider Binxi's words, but then she opens her eyes, possibly also metaphorically. Is she really just a regular student at this point? Maybe it's time for her to move on up. As she calms down, her singular shadow chakra also closes. Last time Binxi probably saw Yoshi before tonight, she had 5 light chakras...was there a 6th chakra waiting to be open..? Or possibly the 7th...it is unclear.

Speaking with a curious tone of her own, she asks, "Tell me, Brother. Why did you choose to become a Monk, let alone a Fist of Rhalgr? Did you truly wish to help people, or are you harboring a darker vendetta? Revenge? Envy? I want the honest truth, Binxi. I wanted to become a Monk because not only did I want to be strong, but it was to protect my friends and family. But I also did it without trying to kill. Call me a lousy soldier, but I am glad I did not stick with becoming a soldier, because ever since I became a Fist, I have grown, lived, and fought. Even now I struggle to overcome past and present weaknesses. I still bear the scars, all physical, emotional and mental of when I fought in the Revolution." She raised a scarred arm clenched into a fist. "I have my fellow brothers and sisters, especially my mentor, Elder Singing Stream, whose words and training still echo in me to this sun." She then lowered her fist.

"They have guided me on a path of light, Binxi. I fear that you tread a path of darkness, and soon there may be a point of no return. I am not fearful of you, Brother. I am fearful FOR you. So tell me, why did you become a Monk?"

The scrabbling sounds of boots and hands on stone could be easily heard as T'yoshi made her way into the temple. But the Keeper would still be nowhere in sight. The sounds instantly dying as she continued speaking and made her way into the temple. To his credit the Keeper did well to keep himself hidden.

Although it took effort on his part to not outright berate the woman. Her words burned his ears as irritation rose up in him. Forcing himself to bite his tongue as he tracked the woman through the temple, she was making it easy on him. Holding on to her chakras like she was, it was like a blazing beacon in the night. It wasn't until she entered the inner sanctum and finished speaking, questioning him yet again did he finally speak up.

"No. Worren doesn't know." He was using the echoing sound of his own voice to mask his exertions and the continued sounds of his boots scraping on the old stones of the temple. "And I endangered everythin', how? By killin' another Garlean? You honestly believe that shite you're sayin'? We where to strip them of their armor and lead them bound. So tell me how where we to collect this precious information I supposedly robbed everyone of? If you'd have half the sense to think for yourself, you would of realized we couldn't've managed escortin' them back quickly enough. Not with the amount of wounded we had. So we would of been found and they rescued by their allies that where quickly pushin' back into the tunnels. You're right..." He took a moment to quell his irritation, pushing all emotions aside as he continued.

"...you are a lousy solider. Would you have preferred them to be freed and allowed to rejoin their ranks to have another chance at killin' another Eorzean!? While we perish or end up as prisoners?!" Binxi puased giving himself a break. Catching his breath before continued. "And that Ishgardian that you oddly enough lay the blame at my feet for. He was the one that struck down a prison first. Not I, I was merely followin' his lead since he came to the same realization I did a moment faster. It was a shame his own turned on him so quickly. Like a pack of rabid dogs. As for my own, I was ordered to remain silent then to leave. They gave out a punishment they thought was deservin' of the circumstance."

The keeper looked down into the darkness of the schism from where he clung. If T'yoshi hadn't noticed yet, she would definitely realize where he was soon. "As for my path leading into 'darkness'..." He said the words mockingly, glancing back up towards one of the holes in the roof of the schism. That was his exit. He had been scaling one of the pillars towards the ceiling. "Id be more concerned about you. A path of light you walk? Can't be too well lit if you just decide you're going to attack your brethren from behind unprovoked. In an attempt to maim them on some rage induced self righteous quest to pass judgment and deliver punishment. Real pious of you."

Binxi felt he had wasted enough words on her. Unblocking the aether flow from his chakras, he propelled himself off the pillar towards one of the holes in the ceiling. Focusing the Air aspected aether he controlled to send him upwards with a powerful gust of wind. Once in he reach he grappled for a handhold desperately, barely finding one in time before he almost plummeted into the abyss of the schism. Hanging from the hold he found in the roof he looked back down into the abyss and called out his farewell. "Farewell T'yoshi. Hopefully the next time we meet you have better control of your emotions." Turning his attention upward Binxi began to finish the climb up and out of the roof of the temple.

((Rp logs from a scene between Binxi and T’yoshi ( @team-nysa ) that went down in the Monk Discord.))

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greg-the-goose · 5 years

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Merthur Fanfic Idea

Okay so I'm writing out this fanfic idea here cos to be perfectly honest I'll probably never get around to actually writing it.

So the idea is that after the "Servant of Two Masters" episode Leon approaches Merlin and offers to help him learn some basic fighting and weapons handling. Leon came up with the idea after seeing Merlin in the armory with the cross bow. (I really need some more Leon and Merlin friendship in my life) After almost losing Merlin and more importantly seeing what almost losing Merlin did to Arthur, Leon felt that it would be good to teach Merlin some way of defense.

At first Merlin totally brushes him off saying hes fine (after the initial shock of learning he tried to kill Arthur with a crossbow) but that he'll keep the offer in mind. The more that Merlin thinks of it though the more he thinks that learning some form of defense would be good. After all he could've better escaped Morgana or not have been injured in the first place had he a better way to defend himself openly. If he knew more basics he could also use his magic in closer situations and be able to better excuse it away. At the very least help with his reaction time and battle sense.

Merlin informs Gauis (who agrees) and approaches Leon privately to take him up on his offer, but asks that Leon not inform Arthur or anyone else of what they're doing. Reason being Merlin doesnt want his training and soon to be improved skills to be common knowledge. (He also doesnt want Arthur to know until he has at least some skills and he'd rather not be beat down too hard before learning anything) Leon reluctantly agrees but asks what they should tell Arthur should he ask where the both of them are going. Merlin's answer is to tell Arthur that hes teaching Leon poetry. Leon is very confused and tries to delicately suggest that they wouldn't want Arthur to think they're "learning poetry" (Leon of course thinking that poetry is some kind of euphemism) besides if Arthur should ask, Leon has no knowledge of poetry and he suggests that Merlin doesn't actually either. Merlin then proves him wrong and recites several heartfelt, well worded poems (his own) by memory to Leon. That's enough for Leon to agree to the plan, amending that they inform Arthur once Merlin feels comfortable enough for Arthur to take over his training.

From there it's a ridiculous balancing act for Merlin doing chores for Gauis and Arthur, saving the day and training with Leon. Merlin is constantly exhausted but is making some basic improvements though they've yet to find a weapon that suits him and won't take him years to get a handle on. Arthur becomes extremely suspicious and jealous of Merlin's divided attention and adds to his chores. Arthur also tries to call Merlin out on the poetry cover one morning while Merlin is serving him and Gwen breakfast. This ends in Merlin reciting a well written, heart wrenching poem (again that he wrote) and essentially stuns Arthur into silence. (Merlin does teach Leon some of the basics of poetry to keep up the ruse)

Their private lessons dont stay that way for long as each of the knights slowly discover Merlin's secret training. Each one deciding to help keep up the ruse and help train Merlin. Soon almost all of Arthur's closest knights are taking "poetry lessons" from Merlin. Merlin is still having problems finding a weapon that's a good fit for him. Eventually the knights settle on two long dueling daggers and a set of throwing knives. These fit well with Merlin's agility and speed and help to make up for what he lacks in strength and bulk. (They also provide Merlin with a weapon that he can easily aid with magic without notice)

After that Merlin's training progresses well but it comes to a point where the knights cannot further his training as none of them are that well practiced with daggers. The only person who could train Merlin now is Arthur. Arthur however is in a bit of a mood. After having been ignored by his manservant and abandoned by his knights for "poetry" hes in a less than agreeable mood. Arthur feels hurt and more than a little jealous that Merlin has seemingly turned away from him in favor of his knights. After being so worried that he'd lost Merlin to the bandits he feels that hes maybe lost Merlin after all and hes not quite sure what hes done to deserve it. Arthur starts to unintentionally distance himself from Gwen but when confronted he confides in her his feelings. Gwen sees what's up and starts gently trying to help Arthur realize what his feelings are and where his true affection lies. (Arthur is thick though and doesnt get it) Gwen realizing where all of this is headed (knowing already how Merlin feels based on his poems) breaks things off with Arthur, promising to be his friend and always support him but ending their romantic relationship. This however pushes Arthur farther into emotional distress and confusion. Merlin for his part is so focused on balancing his chaotic life and now keeping yet another secret that he fails to see Arthur's mood declining.

Arthur does find out though, whether by accident or from his knights and this is his breaking point. Arthur is furious with his knights and Merlin (but mostly Merlin) that they kept this from him. Much of Arthur's anger though comes from the thought that Merlin didnt trust him enough to come to him for training and even more than that that Merlin felt the need to seek out training, as if he didnt trust Arthur to protect him. Arthur starts training Merlin but uses the training as an outlet for frustration. Eventually the tension builds enough that they start hashing it out through arguing. Arthur expresses that Merlin obviously didnt trust him enough to protect him and that this is because Arthur failed to bring him home safely from the bandit attack. Merlin in turn tells Arthur that that's not the case at all. That Merlin had to learn to protect himself so that he can keep Arthur safe. He tells Arthur that the only reason Arthur was almost caught by the bandits was because Merlin let himself get injured. He tells Arthur that hes doing this not so that he can protect himself but so he can keep Arthur from getting hurt for his sake. So that he can make sure that he can keep Arthur safe in anyway he can because when it comes down to it he cant lose Arthur especially not because he couldn't keep himself from getting injured. After essentially confessing that he believes all of this to be his fault and that he is only learning to defend himself not because he doesnt trust Arthur to protect him or because hes worried about his own well being but because he wants to keep Arthur safe above anything else Merlin leaves essentially ending the argument. Arthur has a little pouty moment and then thinks over everything. Almost losing Merlin. The feeling he felt when they found him. The jealousy and hurt when Merlin seemed to be confiding in his knights above him. The emotions evoked by hearing Merlin's poetry. Gwen's prodding and gentle suggestions that there was someone else who held more of his heart and affections. He has a giant aha moment and then remembers that hes an emotionally stunted rock and he has no idea where to go from here or if Merlin feels the same. (spoiler he does) Things remain awkward and tense between the two of them and the knights become very worried. They eventually confront Arthur and soon discover what really is causing this tension and trouble between the two. After each one of them talks Arthur through his feelings and how and why he feels the way he does and where things have gone wonky Arthur starts to accept and better understand what he now feels for his manservant and what hes probably felt for his manservant all along. He still has the social skills of a burnt potato though so things remain tense between him and Merlin.

Things change when they are out on a patrol and are attacked by bandits (surprise) After his realization Arthur is even more worried and aware of Merlin during the battle. Merlin however has been trained well and keeps on fighting off bandits only to turn around and save Arthur or yell at him for being distracted. Arthur still cant seem to focus and ends up almost being killed. Merlin of course had managed to jump in the way just in time and gets injured. They win the battle and Arthur freaks out having indirectly caused Merlin's injury by focusing on protecting him too much. They return to Camelot and rush Merlin to Gauis who bandages him up and orders he rest. The wound is non fatal but there is chance of fever and infection not to mention it's just generally pretty painful.

Arthur stays with Merlin and they finally have a real talk like the adults that they're supposed to be. Arthur apologizes for not trusting Merlin to take care of himself in a fight and Merlin apologizes for keeping this from him. They both also apologize for what they feel was "letting the other down". Arthur asks to hear the poem that Merlin recited for him at breakfast those months ago again. Merlin complies and Arthur asks who it is that Merlin loves so dearly. Because love is written so deeply into every word that theres really nothing else it could be. Merlin essentially implies that its obvious and honestly after their talk and everything that has happened there should be no way that Arthur cant know who it is that it's about. Arthur takes a leap of faith and lightly and carefully holds and then kisses Merlin. And ta da! Happy ending!

That's essentially it other than some minor moments where Merlin kicks serious butt with his newly acquired knife skills. I dont know if I would add a magic reveal in this one but I would definitely want one before they became an actual couple.

If I did write this (which we've already established probably wont happen) I would want to write a short sequel where Merlin and Arthur have essentially confessed to each other but Merlin for some reason unknown to Arthur doesnt want to start a relationship. Merlin tells Arthur that there are some things that Arthur doesnt know about him yet and that he can't yet reveal to him. He makes it clear that he loves Arthur and wants to be with him more than anything else but he won't do it while he still has parts of his life hidden from Arthur. There would of course be a cool scene added where theres an assassin who comes to kill Arthur at a banquet only to be taken down by one of Merlin's throwing knives before anyone else has a chance to react. The assassin though is part of a bigger plot to kill Arthur and take over Camelot (using magic cos honestly what else) Merlin saves the day and establishes that hes a ridiculously powerful warlock who is just as ridiculously loyal to his king and willing lives in the shadows underappreciated and looked down on. Which is all pretty standard except these days Arthur is (and let's himself be) more aware of Merlin and what hes doing and he ends up witnessing everything. They have a huge argument/ confrontation that ends with Arthur in awe of Merlin's love and loyalty. (Everything from no credit and no reward to looking like and being assumed an idiot to lowering himself to mastering a manner of defense on top of everything else he already does just to make sure Arthur remains safe) Then they get their happy ending and finally get together-together.

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bbhyuckie · 6 years

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love triangle part two

welcome to part two of this painful mark/reader/yukhei fic. heres part 1

genre: angst and slight fluff

words: 2.3k

warnings: theres a lot of cussing in this!!

you lean up without thinking and press your lips against his

and he is so so surprised but he’s been mastering hiding how he feels for years now

so he kisses you back like his life depends on it

and he doesnt care that you have tears trailing down your face or that he knows that this is all fleeting and an act of emotion from you

he just cares that right now he can be here for you

the kiss is chaste and sweet and despite the circumstances,, perfect

something about the contact makes the burning in your stomach subside for a moment

the stinging in your eyes is stopping

and even though you still definitely want to die you feel like you can stand on your own again

mark squeezes you tightly and places a kiss just above your eyebrows before he lets you go

your legs are wobbly and you miss him instantly

hes standing right there in front of you and you miss him

“stay here ok?” he says, running his hands up and down your arms “let me go grab my keys”

you nod your head

he turns away and youre left there alone with your own emotions for the first time

alone with the weight of yukheis laugh and that pitch in his voice you will never be able to unhear

left with how fucking stupid you feel because obviously he doesnt have an interest in you

left there feeling like a joke

and a bad one at that

you know that you must look ridiculous, standing out here like this

leaned against the sports building with your eyes puffy and your cheeks red and the bitter resentment for yourself staining your tongue

you dont want to be outside anymore

not when there are still people wandering around the campus with snooping eyes

you check your phone and see that theres no new calls or messages

and you think mark is taking too long in there because you want to be out of here now

you take a sharp breath in before pressing your palm to the door of the sports house and stepping inside

you dont know what to expect exactly, youve never gone in past the doors before

yukhei and mark always told you to just wait in the front after their practices or games

you slowly wander down the hallway until you hear something

and that something sounds an awful lot like the voices of both mark and yukhei

your blood runs cold as you walk up to the locker room you hear them talking from

and you realise they arent talking

theyre arguing

you push the door open slightly and peer in

yukhei is half dressed in his baseball uniform and if you werent violently stressed out about the situation at hand you would have appreciated his state of undress

mark looks like hes absolutely fuming

“--too fucking thick skulled to realise whats right in front of you” you catch the end of what mark is saying tightly, like hes trying not to yell

yukhei cocks an eyebrow and you know that look

youve seen it before and you always hoped you could forget it

when his eyes glass and his jaw tenses and his demeanor changes

youve only seen it a handful of times and every time it signalled the calm before the storm

yukhei walks closer to mark and it feels more like a prowl than anything

a challenge

“you wanna say that again, mark?”

yukheis words are cold and calculated as he peers down the bridge of his nose at mark

“which part” your skin crawls the minute mark opens his mouth, you know this wont end well “the fucking idiot part or the shallow slut part?”

yukhei stalks impossibly closer “look, mark” he says it like the name tastes bad in his mouth, “i don’t know what the fuck has gotten into you today, but you best figure it out on your own time.”

yukhei turns and makes for the door to the gym and you think it might be over

“are you actually that fucking blind?” mark asks, and he sound like hes genuine

yukhei keeps walking and mark follows and fuckfuckfuck

“i’m not done, yukhei,” mark says and he reaches out and shoves the taller boys shoulder

yukhei stumbles but catches himself

and as he turns you swear you could die

because the calm before the storm has passed

and suddenly its a downpour

yukhei lunges back at mark and grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls hard

in heartbeat mark is up against a locker with yukheis hands caught up in the fabric of marks uniform and theyre both yelling and theres no way they can possibly hear what the other is saying and its so much

you dont remember when you walked in the room fully, but youre there now, just in time for the grande finale

“--if you want to keep pushing away the only person on campus that’s worth a shit, then be my fucking guest, yuk! maybe now she realizes what a piece of shit you are-- maybe, maybe now that you’ve shown your true colors she’ll get that you’re only interested in someone you can crawl into bed with and fuck a few times before you get bored!”

yukhei tightens his grip on mark, “and what if its true? why should you give a shit, huh?”

“because when shes too caught up in your dumb ass, she doesnt realize that someone here actually wants the best for her. so either figure it the fuck out or leave her out of your games.” mark nearly growls it out

yukhei looks stunned for a beat before he pulls his arm back and curls his fist.

“yukhei.”

youre a moment too late

the room falls quiet

yukhei yanks his hand out of marks uniform and turns around

“y/n, i--” yukhei tries

“mark, let’s go.” the shake in your voice cuts through

mark stares at you wide eyed for a moment before he wipes the blood from his newly split lip and grabs his bag off the ground

you turn and make for the door when yukhei tries again, weakly calling your name

and any other day under any other circumstances you wouldve stopped

wouldve listened

wouldve tried

but with the words he was yelling frenzying around in your mind

and the image of him slamming mark against the wall

and the image of blood oozing out of marks lip

you cant do it

“practice starts in five.” you echo his words from before and this time your voice is absolutely wrecked

you know youre crying again as you barge out of the locker room doors and nearly run down the hall to the exit

mark is behind you and he hasnt said anything yet

youre grateful for that

hes the only person in your life that seems to know when you dont want to hear anything more

by the time you get to marks car you cant tell what youre feeling anymore

overwhelmingly hurt, of course

but theres so much more underneath that

theres anger and longing and disbelief and just

an indescribable heartache

you never thought you would feel something like this

never wanted to

and all of it makes your stomach turn and if you hadnt been too nervous to eat at lunch that day youre sure youd be sick by now

you drop into his passenger seat and he climbs in the drivers side and starts his car

as youre pulling out of the parking lot he asks “do you wanna talk about it?”

“no” you say quietly

“okay” he says, nearly as quiet

he reaches over the console and rests his hand on your knee, gliding his thumb back and forth

the rest of the ride is quiet until he turns on a street heading to your neighborhood

“i don’t want to go home yet.” you say and it scares you how little you sound like yourself

your voice is shot and your nose is stuffy and it feels like youre in a foreign body with foreign emotions

“okay,” mark says in an instant, “where do you want to go?”

you think for a minute because you dont know

definitely not home

definitely not out in public

definitely not away from mark

“can we go to your house?” mark glances over at you “i can help clean you up” you motion weakly at his bust lip before you stare down at your hands

“yeah-- yeah of course we can”

mark knew he wasnt supposed to have anyone over when his parents were out of town

he knew good and well

and typically he followed that rule well and did his homework, played some video games and went to bed

but for you

for you he could make an exception

mark only lives a few streets away from you so you pull into his driveway soon after

he takes your bag for you and pushes the front door to his house open so you can go first

his house is perpetually new to you

you had only been over a handful of times, and always with the rest of your friends

it had never been you and mark before

it was always you and yukhei

your chest sank again as you realised that probably wouldnt be the case again

mark walked you through the foyer in to the living room

“you can get comfortable wherever. my parents are out of town for a while.”

you kicked off your uniform shoes and sank into his sofa

mark walked into the kitchen and placed both of your bags down on the island

“do you want anything to eat? drink?”

“water, please,” as the cottonmouth after crying began to set in

mark returned shortly after with water, a blanket, and the remote to the tv

as you sipped on your water mark threw the blanket over the both of you and clicked on netflix

you wondered idly how he remembered your favorite disney movie as he put it on the tv

you pushed yourself back into the couch cushions and pulled the blanket up to your chin as the emotional exhaustion hit you in full force

your body was screaming at you to go to sleep, to get some shut eye and stop feeling so awful

and the circumstances are perfect

youre warm and you feel safe and the theme song to your favorite movie is playing

before you know it youve dozed off

you dont dream and you dont really move very much

but you sleep deep and almost forget about all the shit youll have to deal with when you wake up

but when you do wake up

eyes drifting open

you really do forget about what you have to deal with

because mark is asleep and next to you and your head is on his chest and his arm is around you and its perfectperfectperfect

your phone buzzes from the kitchen and your bubble bursts, because you cant stay here and happy forever

slowly, you detangle yourself from mark and the blankets and tiptoe to the kitchen

you glance out the windows and see that its started to snow and its already dark out

you pull your phone out of your bag and wish for the blank screen you had seen outside of the sports house earlier that day

but luck does not seem to be on your side

theres three missed calls from yukhei, a string of message, and a text from your mom

you check your moms first, because truly nothing compares to mothers wrath

momma bear: hey sweetie, where are you? are you coming home tonight? the roads are getting bad

you typed out a quick response of “hey mom! sorry, i fell asleep doing homework at jennies. do you mind if i stay the night here?”

her bubbles immediately popped up on the screen and you were filled with anxiety

bubbles

momma bear: sure thing sweet pea, text me if you need anything. love you

“love you too!”

you breathed out a sigh of relief

and then remembered yukhei exists

yuk: talk to me

yuk: im sorry

yuk: what did you hear?

yuk: i didnt mean it

yuk: i didn’t know u were there i really didnt

yuk: y/n

yuk: at least talk to me

yuk: im so sorry

you clicked your phone closed and put it back in your bag before glancing back over at the living room

mark was still fast asleep, bloodied mouth slightly parted and head tipped back against the sofa

his arms and legs were situated a little oddly but you realized they were you shaped from where you had slipped out

without much thought, you grabbed a cloth and wet the corner, walking over to him gingerly

you succesfully washed away the blood and forming scab he had on his bottom lip without waking him

to be honest you watched him for a while

you watched the deep rise and fall of his chest

watched the way his hair moved when he readjusted

watched the way his eyes moved under their lids

and the memories of all he had said so much earlier in the day kept coming back to you

he could yell at yukhei all he wanted, but how could you be so blind?

of course mark was here

mark had been here from the start

always listening and never judging

awake at all hours when you needed him

guilt hit you in waves

because you knew that if you never came to the realization that he had feelings for you, he would have let you keep stepping on his feelings

because you thought you loved yukhei, but it had nothing in comparison to the way mark must have felt for you

a yawn racked your body and you looked up at the clock in marks kitchen

you had been awake for an hour, lost in your own thoughts and lost in mark

you decided that was enough for one day

so you tucked yourself back under the blankets, back into the couch, and back next to mark

you could worry about everything else tomorrow.

part 1, part 2, part 3

#text #nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct lucas #wong yukhei #lucas imagines #lucas scenarios #nct mar #mark lee #mark imagines #mark scenarios #angst #i dont know why i keep writing this #probably cause yall love to suffer #love triangle

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ask-the-succubus-nyx · 6 years

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Just another dream...

The sun is beginning to set behind the city skyline. Javier watches the sky turn to brilliant hues of purple and orange from his office window. Once the sun has finally gone down and shrouded the church in darkness, Javier goes to light a few candles and say a few much needed prayers. He kneels in front of a statue of the Blessed Virgin and does what he does at the end of every day. He crosses himself and kisses his rosary before standing and going to make sure the pews are clean and the hymnals back in their proper places. He suddenly realizes he is not alone in his church. He can see a woman sitting in a heavily shadowed pew. This is not an uncommon sight. People seeking guidance sometimes stayed after usual church hours to speak with him privately. He walks over to the woman, smiling.

From her spot in the pew she watches him; his devotion and faith is clear. This is not exactly a place she wants to find herself when in someone’s dream, but if this is where his mind has gone, then she has no intention of changing it. The church is beautiful, colors of stained glass dancing in candlelight. As she looks around, she wonders how much of this setting is related to their previous encounter, and a half smile crosses her lips. Is he feeling guilty for putting his vows to the test? Nyx’s head is bowed in thought when he approaches, shadows concealing her face. “Good evening Father,” she greets, a trace of humor in her voice.

Her soft and beautiful voice is unmistakable to Javier. He stops dead in his tracks, afraid to get too close to the woman he now knows is in fact a demon. He runs his hands through his dark curls nervously. "What are you doing here Nyx?" He cant bring himself to look at her, out of fear of becoming weak again. "Would have thought a demon would burst into flames inside a Catholic church."

She looks up at him, the smile spreading across her face. “So you know what I am,” she notes lightly. “It’s all about my intentions. I can come into a church as long as I mean no harm to anyone inside.” She doesn’t mention that, regardless of her intention, if she were to touch anything blessed it would burn through her skin like a flame eats through paper. As she watches his body language, she can see how nervous he seems to be. “Are you afraid of me now?” she asks softly.

"Yes, I know. My cousin told me. He apparently is in some Satanic ghost band or something. He happened to mention you and what you really are." Javi is shifting his weight from leg to leg awkwardly. Should he run? Should he grab some holy water and hope that if he throws it on her she goes away? No. He doesn't want to hurt her and he also doesn't want to leave. He opts for taking a seat in a pew across from Nyx. "Why are you here? "

“Your cousin? Is in the church?” This is certainly an interesting turn of events. Nyx wonders who it might be. She’s relieved when he sits, glad he hasn’t run away, and turns to face him. “Because I wanted to see you again,” she shrugs, answering honestly.

He finally looks up at her. Those eyes bore into his very soul. It terrifies him, but he doesn't let his fear show. "Yes, he is. He seems to think rather highly of you actually." Javi is not surprised that she wanted to see him again. She probably came to finish what she started last time they met. Then he recalls what she said about how she was able to be in the church because she had no intention of harming him or anyone else for that matter. Eros certainly hadn't seemed fearful of Nyx when he spoke about her, so maybe he didn't need to fear her either. "You know I cant sleep with you Nyx. I'm a priest. I'm sure at this point you're well aware of that."

“I know. Can’t blame a girl for trying though,” she grins. She turns a little and catches sight of a Bible resting on the pew near her. “I feel like I’m being watched,” she laughs, shaking her head. Nyx inches away from the book to the end of the bench, closer to him, and sighs. “Whatever you may think about what I am, I promise that I won’t hurt you. I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I wasn’t always a demon, just as you weren’t always a priest.” She pauses, wondering if she should ask the question that’s been lingering in her head since their previous meeting. “...What made you take your vows?”

He smiles slightly at her comment. "God is always watching." He wonders if God keeps tabs on demons as well as humans. He sees her move a bit closer to him but isn't bothered by it. Deep down, he wants her to move even closer still, but he would never admit this to himself. "I'm not afraid of you. I thought, maybe I should be but, I believe you when you say you won't hurt me. " Javi is surprised to learn that Nyx wasn't always the creature she is now. He is terribly curious now to know about who or what she used to be. The priest sighs and leans back against the pew. "I joined the priesthood because I was lost. I was always the type of guy who liked to party pretty hard. But the drinking started getting out of control. By the time I was twenty six, I couldn't go more than a few hours without a drink or my hands would start to just shake uncontrollably. I stupidly got involved with some very bad people who ran all sorts of underground events. Dog fighting, casinos, prostitution, you name it. So then I had this gambling problem on top of the drinking. One morning I woke up on the floor in a strange house covered in my own vomit..." He pauses and looks up at the beautifully rendered fresco of Mary and baby Jesus on the ceiling. "...and blood. A lot of blood. And it wasn't mine. I decided right then and there that I needed to make a drastic change in my life. So I came to this church. I confessed all my sins to the old priest who used to run this place. I can tell you, I was in that confessional for a very long time." He chuckled softly. "He suggested I give religion a try. I did and God saved my life and my soul."

She listens to him, concern etched in her face. As he speaks, she can almost see the things he’s describing. She can certainly feel every bit of the emotion that’s tied to the memories. “I’m glad you were saved from a destructive path,” she says, voice soft. Nyx shakes her head; his story is so different from her own. While he had run toward faith, she had run from it. “I can’t imagine faith being a lifeline for me the way it is for you. I wonder though...Do you ever feel as if you might’ve gone from one extreme to another? Obviously this one much safer, but an extreme nonetheless?”

Javi looks down at his hands for a moment before meeting her eyes again. "Maybe I did. But this extreme keeps me in line. Keeps me and everyone around me safe and happy. This church is my home. Through it, God saved me and countless others. Father Martin, the priest I met here all those years ago, taught me to love myself again. And now I'm the one teaching those who come here the same thing." Javier moves down the pew a bit, coming a tiny bit nearer to the succubus. "Tell me about your life. You say you weren't always...what you are now. What happened to you?"

When he asks about her past, she looks away. It’s not something she talks about often, but she supposes it’s only fair since he answered her question about his. “I was human just like you are. My mother was a religious zealot so I got married young because I wanted to get away from her.” Nyx smiles wistfully at the memory of her wedding day. “My husband was everything to me, I loved him with my heart and soul. A few years into our marriage he had a horrible accident and I was so desperate to save him that I made a deal with the Devil. On my own death it would cost my soul in exchange for his life. I didn’t realize my darling husband had been having an affair the whole time or that my death would come as swiftly as it did.” She pauses, shaking her head. At last she meets his eyes, the smile on her lips bitter now. “He murdered me for his mistress.”

As Nyx spoke Javi’s expression turned to one of true sadness. So she had given away her immortal soul to save the life of someone she loved. Her story broke his heart. The priest got up from the pew he was seated on and sat right next to Nyx. He reached out took hold of her hand. "I am so very sorry for everything you went through. I'm sure nothing I say can really help you, but I think what you did was incredibly selfless. You did it out of love. As for your husband, he was clearly an idiot for not realizing what he had." He squeezes her hand slightly and inches closer to her.

“Thank you,” she whispers, leaning her head on his shoulder. She squeezes his hand back and pushes the memories away. “It took me a long time to realize that what he did wasn’t my fault. Some men are real pieces of work, but at least I’m free of my ex husband. He was nothing like what I’d thought. I guess in a weird way I got a second chance because of Satan. This isn’t a terrible life that I lead now.”

When Nyx leans on him, Javi’s entire body tenses up and his pulse quickens. He's not sure if its because he’s afraid of having his soul stolen, or if it’s because he feels something for her. He’s physically attracted to her, there can be no doubt about that, but after hearing her story and learning what a good person she was in life, it felt like something more. Slowly, he puts a comforting arm over her shoulder. He knows he shouldn't, but he does it regardless.

There’s something incredibly sweet in the way he’s trying to console her and the irony here is not lost on Nyx. A priest comforting a demon under the roof of a Catholic Church has to be one for the books. Despite how ridiculous the situation is, his gentleness is more than welcome. She turns into him, resting her head lightly on his chest. Nyx can read his heartbeat more clearly now and she smiles. “Nervous?” she asks, her voice lightly humorous. She places her hand over the center of his chest. “Your heart is racing.”

The priest turns his head toward Nyx as she lays her head against his chest. He revels in the feeling of her silky black hair against his chin. "I'm not sure nervous is the right word..." He can feel himself blushing and hopes she doesn't notice. Why was this happening to him? He’s known countless beautiful women since he joined the priesthood and not a single one has ever had such an effect on him. He desperately wants to believe it’s because of what she is. Succubi steal the souls of weak and unsuspecting men. It’s what they do. But if that was all Nyx wanted of him, surely she would have done it by now. Never had he imagined that a demon could be so...human. She was broken. She had suffered in the name of love. He is slowly beginning to question all that he knows.

He seems so conflicted to her. It’s clear that his faith had never prepared him for the reality that not all demons started out as evil. “Not nervous? Then what?” Her tone is playful and she tilts her head to catch a glimpse of his face. What she sees surprises her. His cheeks are flushed with color and that makes her smile. So she does have an effect on him, no matter how hard he might want to fight it. “Hmm you seem a little warm. Feeling alright?”

Javi clears his throat. "I, uh..." He pulls away from her slightly and nervously runs his hands through his hair. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now. You just, confound me a bit, I suppose.” He smiles warmly at her and stands, offering her a hand. "How about we go for a walk. Have you ever been to a Venezuelan festival? The Carúpano Carnaval is going on. I think you'd enjoy it." Suddenly the echoing sounds of steel drums and salsa music can be heard blaring through the city streets just outside the Basilica.

Nyx grins up at him, placing her hand in his as she stands. “No I’ve never been to one before. Let’s go.” The music outside is full of energy and she can’t wait to see what else is out there. She holds his hand as they walk out of the church together and has to admit she feels a sense of relief to be out of it.

#part 1 #Javi/Nyx

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bexserenity · 7 years

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Marked

Reader x Sam Winchester

the reader finds herself with the Wnchester’s after they rescue her from an abusive alpha. she finds herself drawn towards Sam but can they have any hope of a relationship after what the reader has been through.

Angst, Fluff, smut (will be following later on )

WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/MENTIONS of sexual assault, physical abuse,emotional trauma, scaring, mentions of rape (no details ), low self image, anxiety , sex, oral (both male and female) a/b/o dynamics, talk of getting pregnant

So this is my first angst type posting based on physical abuse so if it is a trigger please do not read even though i do not go into graphic detail i honestly do not want to upset anyone. More chapters to come, hope you enjoy. x

You could feel the wooden floor underneath you, the room was dark and cold the vest top you were wearing was in shreds just barely hanging on your shoulders. You were curled up in a corner of a room trying not to be scared, you were trying not to do anything you were just trying your hardest to breathe and not break, not to think about the rawness between your legs , the bruises on your wrists, chest and the most newest set around your throat. As an omega you knew about how alphas present themselves and how if you meet the right one they were supposed to show you love and help you with your heats, they were supposed to claim you, then have pups with you and live happily ever after. That was the dream, that was what most omegas longed for, you however just longed for the pain to stop, to stop feeling him touch you and to try and hope you could find a deep place inside yourself when he took what wasnt given to him, the only one salvation you had was he hadnt claimed you well not on your neck their were several healed and fresh bite marks across your body so if by chance you got away no other man would want to touch you or even look at you if you were covered in his marks.

One night as you tried to curl up tighter to the wall knowing what was to come you heard shouting and banging, you lay motionless as the banging got louder this time accompanied by other voices, you scrunched tour eyes closed unfortunate this wasn't the first time he brought friends over but this time you honestly didst know how much more you could take, you were too tired, so very tired. Two popping sounds came from behind the door followed by footsteps, you took a deep breath in and you couldn't tell by the smell who ever was behind the door they were new but they were both alphas, your body instinctively tensed and tried to shuffle even closer to the wall and that when one of the floorboards you had been lying on creaked from the movement, you cursed

" Shit "

You suddenly covered your mouth not believing you just said something aloud. The footsteps had stopped by the door and the voices were a lot louder now.

" I swear Dean i can smell an omega in this house" "Listen Sammy i think you need to blow your nose or something no one else is here it was just that guy downstairs and he was defiantly an alpha"

You looked straight at the door and weighed your options,you could stay here and wait and probably die or get another alpha picking up your scent or you could go towards the door and the men who were outside it. You slowly lifted youself so you were now sitting but you could hear the footsteps getting further and further away you stood up and as suddenly as you did you were straight back down on the floor with a thud your legs too battered and bruised to keep you up. You noticed the footsteps had stopped not knowing if they had gone completly you dragged yourself along the floor slowly towards the door you barely moved a few inches when the you heard the voices again. " I’m telling you i heard something up here " " Its an old house Sam pipes and wooden boards make all sorts of sounds" You needed to make a sound some noise anything, you smacked your hand down on the floor as hard as you could.

"Please I’m here ....please!? " The footsteps came closer and you smacked the floor again. " In here ..i..I’m in here " The doorknob rattled but the door didn’t open it was locked, a voice came through the door. " I’m gonna kick the door in so back away " you didn't need to move as you were still no where near the door. The door flew open and you froze at what you saw. Two men were at the doorway dressed in boots and jeans and both wearing jackets. That’s not what made you freeze, what made you freeze was the very tall man with long brown hair, well longer then most. You took a deep breath in to try and calm yourself that when it hit you the mans scent smelt way too good to alluring too much like home, you tried to back up as fast as you could babbling away. " I’m sorry ...please don’t ...please don’t hurt me...I’ll be good i swear ...just please" " Hey its okay we aren’t going to hurt you we just..*the tall mans words trailed off as he slowly came in the room and saw you "fuck what did that bastard do to you sweetheart"

You looked down and tried to cover yourself with what little clothing you had on “ “ I’m sorry " you said as you looked at the floor

The tall man stayed where he was but you heard clothes rustling, your body started to shake uncontrollably, you knew how this was going to end maybe if you stayed still it would be over quickly and then maybe you could some how get downstairs you saw a pair of big boots come into your sight that’s when you felt it, a soft lining if a jacket going over your shoulder. " If you put your arms in you can do it up " You looked up at the tall man a gentle smile covered his face as you did what he said " I’m Sam..Sam Winchester and that my brother dean over there " he nodded towards the door "whats your name ?" "Y/N" you said quietly "Okay Y/N lets get you out of here can you walk ?" Sam looked over your body which made you clutch his jacket closer to yourself and shook your head Sam began to move closer which made you panic and try and move backwards “Hey its okay I’m not going to hurt you but I’m gonna need to help you out of this room if you cant walk okay " Sam held his hands out like you would to a frightened animal but that’s exactly what you were, frightened that if he touched you he wouldn’t stop just like the others didn’t but part of you knew he was different,kinder maybe even gentle. "okay" you held onto the jacket you wore like it was a life raft as Sam got closer until he was right next to squatted down so he was almost eye level and reached his hands towards you until one was under your legs whilst the other went around your back, he lifted you up whilst he stood and walked back towards dean. "its gonna be okay Sweetheart I’ve got you just rest " how didn’t know what it was about Sam that made you feel less panicked maybe it was the low tone of his voice or maybe his scent that smelt like so much more. Dean led the way downstairs and through the kitchen out of the back that’s when you looked around suddenly wondering where he was the one that had locked you away. Sam looked at you sensing your new panic "Hes gone me and Dean took care of him after we heard he was marking unclaimed omegas" you heard the anger in Sam’s voice "come on we are burning hours just talking here we need to get back on the road Sammy before someone comes looking for her" i shook my head and whispered "no ones coming ....not for me " Sam looked confused at that statement but walked towards a black car that looked like an Chevy impala, Dean opened the back door and Sam bent his head down as he slid himself in the back of the car with me still in his arms, he started to move you over to the seat when i shivered as you touched the leather. "Dean can you crank up the ac" dean nodded as he started the car, feeling the purr of the engine through the seats he started to drive away from the house you had been in for months and now you were in a strange mans with another strange man who had rescued you. you brought your legs up on the seat, Sam still sat next to you and a look was on his face that you couldn’t quite place worry, confusion ,sympathy you were unsure maybe it was all of them. you rested your head against your knees and closed your eyes for a moment the nights events and the events of the past few months catching up with you.

#sam x reader #a/b/o dynamics #spnsmut #spn fanfiction #spnangs

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