#THE WAY THESE TWO HAD ME ROLLING ON THE FLOOR DYING OF LAUGHTER IS UNREAL

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[CN] Kiro's Unbiased Mirroring Mind's Quest (Part 2)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate]

Note: In order to better engage with this date, please read the main story (Season 1 at least), Clinic Date, and Unconditional Surrender Mind's Quest :>

Read Part 1: HERE

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[PART 4]

MC: I'm home!

MC: Apple Box, you forgot to wipe your feet again! Kiro, help me get the towel, please!

Before Apple Box could run into the house, I grab him and call out into the house.

Kiro: Wait a minute!

After a while, the sound of footsteps begin to grow louder. I lower my head and pick up the scattered fur off of Apple Box and stretch out my hand towards the owner of the footsteps.

MC: Please help me, I can't ever trust Apple Box to wipe his feet... Huh?

I finally find something to be off in my peripheral vision. When I look up, I see Helios' face.

He is dressed in all black and fully armed, as if he is about to go out.

MC: Where are you going...?

Helios: I need to wrap up the BS stuff from the day before yesterday. This'll make it easier to move around.

MC: Oh~ so you're going to be a "bad guy" again.

After that night, I couldn't stop myself from teasing him like this. Sure enough, Helios raises his eyes towards me.

Helios: What sort of "bad guy" would hold a dog and wipe its feet?

Apple Box: Woof!

Apple Box responds as well. Helios holds up its paws and makes an attacking gesture at me.

Helios: If you use that term to tease me again, I will get angry.

MC: Hmph, you can't do anything to me when you're angry. The most outrageous thing that happened was the night before yesterday.

Helios arches his eyebrows a bit after hearing my provocation, as if my retaliation surprised him, and then raises the corners of his mouth.

Helios: Why do I feel... like Miss Chips has gotten a lot more arrogant towards me since that night?

I feel the same way.

After the night, there was indeed a small invisible stone that we both kicked away in tacit agreement.

While there's obviously no change in our dynamic, he seems to be a lot more relaxed than before.

I wipe off Apple Box's last paw and hand him the towel.

MC: Yep, I think a certain someone is satisfied with me as I am now.

MC: Go on~~ Wash the towel before you head out.

Helios: ......

Helios' throat freezes and he narrows his eyes - I have to admit that his current threatening look is indeed a bit more intimidating than Kiro's.

But only a little bit, I internally chastise myself.

We look at each other for about three seconds. Helios obediently takes the towel and goes into the bathroom to clean it.

He rinses out the water and turns around to glare at me.

Helios: I will find a way to "pacify" you.

MC: Yeah, okay~ But before you pacify me, don't forget to kiss me when you go out.

I naturally pucker my lips at him and Helios leans down. Just as our breaths are about to merge, he suddenly steps away.

Helios: ....It's time for the bad guy to go.

A chuckle passes by my ears, and the person in front of me quickly slips out the door. I am left momentarily stunned.

MC: KI! RO!!!

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Is it possible that that night turned on some strange switch between us?

After Helios leaves, I lay on the sofa and watch TV absentmindedly, replaying the experiences from the past few days in my mind.

It constantly feels like we've gone from accommodating each other to competing with each other.

But this change of dynamic isn't annoying, but more...

MC: ...Tantalizing?

I can't help but cover my face after muttering that word and toss around a couple of times on the sofa.

The cell phone besides me suddenly vibrates twice, and Kiro's text message pops up.

I open the page and find a review link for a private club and a newly opened arcade.

Kiro: Which one do you want to go to?

MC: Are you done?

Kiro: Not yet, I'm currently beating someone up and texting you with one hand.

MC: ?? Kiro, why are you using force to solve things again?

Kiro: Under special circumstances, would you like me to give you a voice call for you to listen to?

Before I can reply, I get his incoming voice call.

MC: ....!

I subconsciously press the connect button and carefully hold the phone away.

??: Boss, what you're doing is completely contrary to our philosophy. Now...

What comes from the receiver isn't a horrifying scream, but an impassioned male voice speaking. I can't help but let out a sigh.

Helios: Did you hear that?

MC: Are you... in a meeting?

Helios' muffled laughter overwhelms the man's voice and reaches my ears.

Helios: Uh-uh. It's been going on for almost two hours.

MC: Then you lied to me about beating someone up!

Helios: I am beating them up.

Helios: Every time I hold a meeting, nothing comes from it except for intrigue, rhetoric and slogans. I beat them all up a hundred times in my mind.

MC: Pfft--

Helios doesn't even lower his voice when he says this. I can clearly hear the choking of a male voice, along with a low laugh coming from the side (A/n: Obviously Hephaestus, HAHA).

??: No one ever takes calls from outsiders at BS meetings. Helios, don't go too far!

Helios: Really? Then I'll be the first.

Helios: Also, the person on the phone is no outsider. Isn't that right, Queen?

Hearing his nervous and cold tone, all I can do is think about how funny and cute he was being, and I'm unable to keep myself from singing along with him.

MC: That's right, how can I be considered an outsider!

Helios: So, how does the "wife" think I should retort to that gentleman just now?

MC: There's nothing to refute. You're the Boss, let him listen to you!

Helios: Okay. [To the others] Queen says she wants you all to listen to me, so shut up.

Helios: [back to MC] Is there something else you wish to convey?

MC: Get off work quickly. A two-hour meeting is already long enough!

Helios: No problem, it'll be over now.

Helios: Don't forget to choose a date location for me.

After hanging up the phone, I carefully look at the two links he sent and send him a reply.

MC: Let's go to the arcade.

-

Even after I arrive at the arcade, my mind is still preoccupied with that phone call from earlier.

The fact is that Kiro rarely ever engages in such provocative high-profile things. He's always had the habit of shouldering responsibility alone first, and then asking me for my opinion.

As long as I show the slightest bit of hesitation or trepidation, he would retreat back to the safest boundary.

And now, when he gives orders to those people without warning, he keeps reminding me of the confession he made while holding my hand on the airship. (Reference to Unconditional Surrender Mind's Quest :>)

The same bravery, the same fearlessness.

I suddenly understand all the love scenes in those third-rate novels and tv shows that I often scorned.

--Turns out that this is really exciting!

I cough and try hard to control my expression so as to not let passers-by notice my mood being on a high.

I feel inexplicably good, and the wait is no longer as boring.

I put in coins and play for a while, but unfortunately I get nothing. So I send a message to Kiro.

MC: I clawed a bunch of air. Waiting for Master Kiro to come and help~

Three minutes later, I send a second message.

MC: This video arcade just opened. There are very few people...

After another five minutes, I sent a third message.

MC: I just took a look at the traffic conditions. Seems like there's a traffic jam. You don't need to worry~

Another ten minutes pass by... Kiro doesn't reply to single message.

Those high-strung emotions begin to ebb, and I become increasingly anxious about waiting. My thoughts involuntarily wander--

Besides the meeting today, did he have anything else to do?

But he was injured before, so he shouldn't be going overboard, he...

I lean against the claw machine. After ten minutes pass after the agreed upon time, unable to hold myself back any longer, I press the call button.

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[Memory Silhouette]

In the massive conference hall, the stagnant atmosphere slowly fills the air.

Hephaestus: It's "just" a laboratory for marginal projects, so shut it down and sell it as soon as possible? How generous of you guys.

BS Member: It's not you who invested money and manpower into it. There are many people eyeing this piece of meat, all competing with us.

BS Member: Why not let them have this small profit and use the money to do more profitable business? Wouldn't it be better to support the long-term development of BS?

Hephaestus: What kind of business is so profitable? It wouldn't "happen" to be covered by your industry again, would it?

As soon he finishes speaking, the man throws the document down and turns to Helios like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

Everyone's eyes are instantly focused on the person in charge.

Helios casually leans back in his chair, twirling his dagger in one hand. His cold eyes do not even focus on the man.

He has long grown tired of these boring conflicts of interest.

Helios: I have nothing to say.

BS Member: That... why?

Helios: Too much nonsense and no focus.

Helios: I don't care what sort of blueprint you have. If you don't have anything practical to say, it's better to keep your mouth shut.

As he speaks, he hooks his dagger with his fingertips and slowly places it on the table. Then he raises his gaze and glances at the man coldly.

Helios: Otherwise, no matter how passionate your tone is, it'll just be an incompetent excuse.

The air becomes quiet, and he vaguely hears the members of BS taking a breath.

BS Member: Understood, I will report a more elaborate plan right now.

An impassioned report sounds again in the conference hall. Unfortunately, the part that implied interests is mixed with too much uncertainty. Helios almost hears through one ear and out the other.

He misses her voice a little.

He taps on his cell phone to send a message to MC, and after receiving a satisfactory response, he directly gives her a call.

BS Member: So you see, Boss--

Helios: Rejected.

BS Member: Boss, what you are doing is completely contrary to our philosophy. Now...

The call connects, and the girl's voice drowns out the man's noisy retort.

Helios: Did you hear that?

Helios can't stop himself from curling his lips when he hears MC respond. Compared to the obscure noises of the meeting, her voice is as clean as a clear spring.

Helios: Every time I hold a meeting, nothing comes from it except for intrigue, rhetoric and slogans. I beat them all up a hundred times in my mind.

The report immediately stops. From the corner of his eyes, he can tell that everyone in the conference hall is obviously shaken. Even Hestia has stopped recording, and Hephaestus can't help but laugh.

The boring meeting reaches its climax, leaving him very staisfied.

So the two of them continue to tacitly sing along, cutting off the meeting in time before it turned into a farce of mutual criticism.

Helios: Okay. Queen says she wants you all to listen to me, so shut up.

Of course, the consequences of making such shocking remarks are subject to a lot of discussion, bringing rise to new topics in the conference hall. Phrases such as "out of line" and "arrogant" are often heard from time to time.

Out of line? All he wants is to be out of line.

Helios nonchalantly holds his phone to his ear, seeming to appear particularly attentive.

Helios: Don't forget to choose a date location for me.

Everyone: ......

This sentence successfully puts an end to the final discussion. Only Hephaestus is unaffected by the uncomfortable atmosphere and shows a mischievous smile.

After hanging up the phone, Helios stands up under everyone's astonished gazes, passes the person giving the report, walks through the extra large conference table and heads straight for the door.

When he passes by Hephaestus, he casually mentions.

Helios: Give me the minutes of the meeting later. If you don't see a breakthrough, break it yourself.

That one sentence makes his position clear. Hephaestus nods, but some members speak up anxiously from behind him.

BS Member: But it's best to have the Boss in charge of the meetings... Are you in a hurry?

Helios doesn't stop, he opens the door and walks out. Only a cold and arrogant voice sounds from afar.

Helios: I'm going on a date.

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[PART 5]

Beep-- beep--

The long busy tone strikes my eardrums again and again. As soon as the call finally connects, I speak hurriedly.

MC: Kiro, where are you right now? Why haven't you replied to any of my texts?

As soon as blurt out those words, I realize how off they sounded. After all, it's not like I waited long, so I quickly add on.

MC: I don't mean to rush you, but I'm afraid something might have happened to you on the way...

Helios: Why did Kiro's and Miss Chips' calls become about us worrying about each other again?

Helios interrupts my confession, his voice rising with obvious laughter.

Helios: Well, Obviously the way you spoke to Helios before made you seem very domineering. If I didn't know better, I would've thought there were two Miss Chips switching back and forth.

MC: I...

I am left speechless for a moment. After being treated like this by him, I seem to find that I have some "deferential treatment".

While I feel a little guilty, I can't help but be harsh.

MC: I'm not that sophisticated... I was obviously talking to Kiro, okay?

MC: Do you prefer me when I speak rudely?

Helios: I like your frankness.

He gives me a very straightforward answer.

Helios: Remember what I told you before? That I was worried I didn't give you enough security? (Reference to Unconditional Surrender)

MC: Mm, of course I remember.

He and I have been groping for a solution to this problem, and now, I have a vague feeling that we are close to finding it.

Helios: When you make requests and frankly express your emotions to me, I feel like you're giving all of yourself to me.

Helios: The good, the bad...

Helios: And me taking over all of this is what Kiro really wants to do.

Helios: So tell me, what are your true first thoughts that you want to convey to me?

MC: I....

You can be willful, you can be less scrupulous, and give yourself entirely to him.

I take a deep breath and purse my lips.

MC: I think it's annoying that Kiro hasn't replied to my messages for a long time. I'm growing impatient waiting!

MC: You should explain yourself to me immediately and coax me!

Helios: Hahahahahaha!

Unbridled laughter resounds from the other side. A long time passes before he stops, but his voice is still lilting.

Helios: You're really bad-tempered. That's nice.

Helios: Well... I originally skipped the meeting and wanted to rush over to meet you, but as soon as I got in the car, I was stopped by someone careless.

Helios: However I did follow your instruction and avoided using force myself. Instead I used the power of being the Boss to send them away.

Helios: The atmosphere was so tense at the time that I didn't pay attention to my phone for a moment. So I missed the messages you sent.

Abrupt music mixes into the receiver, accompanying his explanation, as if he was quickly walking through a noisy hallway.

Helios: Fortunately, I didn't miss your call.

Helios: And that concludes my report. Are you satisfied or dissatisfied with it, Miss MC?

MC: So-so.

I hum twice, already sweet and sour bubbles floating around in my heart.

MC: Now it's your turn. After all, you caught on to my feelings, and I need to take care of you.

MC: Kiro, what are your first thoughts?

Helios: Mine?

The sound of the music is clear, and it gradually overlaps with the tune coming from the game console next to me.

I'm not left with much time to put down my phone by the time that familiar breath approaches me.

Helios: When I went out, I still owed you a kiss.

Helios: It's time I made up for it.

A hand covers my eyes.

The shallow pecks have Kiro's taste, but as his entanglement deepens, it gradually turns into a more sensational request.

He ensnares me, trapping me between the machine and his arms, leaving me unable to retreat. All I can do is make do within this square inch of space.

--This isn't the way to kiss when out in public.

My fingers are a little weak and I can hardly hold the phone, so I give up struggling and grab his collar.

Leather, unfamiliar, not a style he often wears.

My covered sight makes it impossible for me to distinguish whether the one kissing me was the golden one or the silver one.

But no matter which one it is, it is Kiro who I love.

At some point, the music above my head has changed, and it seems like a century passes before he lets go of my lips.

With my sight clear, I see Helios' face.

I lick my moist lips, and when I speak, my voice sounds so hoarse that it surprises me.

MC: That... was not your first thought.

Helios: What was?

MC: That you owed me.

No hesitation. I have nothing to worry about around him. I repeat this silently in my mind and grab his collar a little harder.

MC: ...You didn't change back to Kiro's appearance. Is it to make dating easier?

Helios: No.

Helios stares at me, his eyes full of calm.

Helios: I feel that both Kiro and Helios belong to me, so I can show you whichever side I want.

I chuckle and raise my eyebrows at him.

MC: How are you going to show it? Or are you going to show me some Kiro style cuteness first?

Helios: .....

Helios: You really seem to be getting more and more devious.

MC: But you already admitted that you like me like this.

I answer confidently. My fingers loosen his collar and at the same time, slowly slide up his throat, along with his breathing.

MC: Are you really not going to show me my sun god?

MC: I'd love to see it.

His Adam's apple, against which my fingertips are pressed, violently slides up and down. Helios' blue eyes turn into a deeper indigo under the refraction of the light.

Helios: It's a bit weird to act cute with this face, can I ask for a compromise?

MC: What do you want to change?

He restrains my rebellious hand, and before I have time to react, I find myself falling into his arms.

Some overbearing friction renders me unable to move, and his playful laughter kisses the shell of my ear.

Helios: It's inconvenient to show it in an arcade, so I'll tell you another date location.

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[awanderingdeal]

Chapter One of a 'Three of a Kind'. Rating: E

This fic will explore Naleyx's and O'Knutzy's relationships. There will be lots of sweet, fluffy moments and even more smut. Enjoy!

This was definitely improved in the editing process, so a massive thank you to all of my betas for your help. Of course, I did add a few tidbits afterwards because I can never resist.

These characters all belong to @lumosinlove and I am unbelievable grateful that they exist.

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Chapter One - Homecoming

Alex let himself into the apartment, groaning as he dropped his holdall on the floor and flopped onto the empty sofa. “I’m so fucking tired,” he announced to the room. 

"Hello to you too,” Natalie quipped. She finished putting her filming equipment away before joining Alex, lifting his upper body with ease and letting his head flop into her lap when she was settled. 

“Mmm, sorry, babe. Tough practice today and the drive was so tedious,” Alex apologised, looking up at his girlfriend. They’d made it official a couple of weeks ago, but the word still felt weird to him. Natalie Darcy and Kasey Winter were his partners. The idea still sent little shivers down his spine. His thoughts were interrupted by Kasey’s weight dropping onto his feet. “Dude!” he whined, trying to kick his feet up. “You are mad heavy.” 

  Kasey laughed, lifting himself up to let Alex scramble his feet out and place them in his lap. He handed Natalie the beer that he’d gone into the kitchen to collect. 

“Thanks, Sugar.” she drawled, rolling her eyes at the boys’ antics. 

“Where were you anyway?” Kasey queried, levering the cap of a second bottle and handing it to Alex. “You weren’t on planet Earth, I called you twice.” 

Alex wriggled himself into a more upright position so that he could take a gulp of his drink without choking. “I was just thinking about us,” Alex answered, “Like, it’s kind of insane that I get to call you my boyfriend now.”

Natalie shoved him gently in the shoulder, “What about me?” 

“You too,” Alex confirmed, “My girlfriend. It’s crazy. I’m so lucky.” 

Natalie hummed softly, taking Kasey’s hand in hers absentmindedly as she spoke, “We feel the same way too, sweet cheeks. We love having you around. How long have we got you for this time? ” 

Alex sighed. He loved his team, but he really would like to be closer to Kasey and Natalie. He couldn’t wait until the off-season, when hopefully they would be able to spend most of their time together. “I have to be back for training on Monday, so four days.” He smirked at Kasey’s small fist pump at the longer than usual amount. “Finn and I were making plans for one of the days? Maybe dinner?” 

Nat nodded, tapping her phone a few times, “Yeah, Leo messaged me. He was thinking about tomorrow evening for dinner? That sound good?” she asked, her eyes flicking between the two boys. 

“Yes, that’s good,” Kasey agreed, putting his bottle onto the coffee table. “Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, can I kiss one of you?” he said, already manoeuvring himself into Alex’s lap. 

“I think Alex is too tired for any of that,” Natalie sing-songed, her smile devious. 

“Oh?” Kasey cocked his head to the side, thoughtfully. “That’s a shame. Guess I’ll just have to kiss you instead.” he continued, twisting so that his face was inches away from Natalie’s. The movement brushed Alex’s cock; it immediately took an interest. 

“And what if I say no?” Natalie raised an eyebrow teasingly, her fingers tapping against the fabric of the sofa. 

“You would never,” Kasey gasped.

“I might.” Natalie’s expression was unwavering. Just enough to make Kasey doubt himself. 

“Well...then I’d respect that, obviously.” he relented, starting to move away. 

“I might. But I’m not.” Natalie reached out, tangling her fingers in Kasey’s hair and leading him towards her, pressing their lips firmly together. She took advantage of his small gasp to slip her tongue into his mouth. He hummed contentedly into the kiss, letting her lead without a fight for once. 

“Hello, I am still here,” Alex whined, his arousal rocketing at the sight of his partners working their lips against one another. “And I am very much, no longer tired.” 

Natalie pulled away from Kasey with a laugh. “Hmm, I thought that might happen,” she joked, brushing her fingers against Alex’s lips. Alex flicked his tongue out to meet them. She turned her head back to Kasey, “Go ahead, you wanted to kiss him.” 

Kasey didn’t hesitate to fulfil the demand, leaning down to close the gap between the two men. Their kiss was greedier than the one between Kasey and Natalie had been, lips moving against one another quickly. Alex tucked his hand behind Kasey’s head, pulling them ever closer together. Their breath came rapidly, taking desperate gasps of air between exploring each other’s mouths. 

Natalie curled a hand between them, undoing the zip on Kasey’s jeans. He pulled away from Alex, earning himself a swat on his ass. “Keep going. I was enjoying that,” Natalie reprimanded as she undid Alex’s zip too. She waited until they were distracted by each other’s tongues again to wrap a hand around both of them. 

“Fuckkk,” Alex whined, but he knew better than to pull back from the kiss if he wanted the pleasure to continue. “Nat, please,” he begged, as she moved up and down his length, thumb flicking over the head with each stroke. She was teasing them. Each time Alex felt the heat rising in his groin and his heart rate increasing, Natalie slowed her pace, fingers dancing along the thick vein of his cock. Kasey was panting into the kiss now, Alex taking his lip between teeth and nipping softly - the slight pain pulling a whine from the goalie. The crescendo was just climbing again when Natalie stopped. 

"Nat!" Kasey gasped, moving to finish himself off. His cock was dark and angry, desperate for release. He hesitated when he saw Natalie's raised eyebrow, but smiled cheekily continuing to take himself in hand. 

Alex's eyes darted between the two of them, his own pleasure momentarily forgotten. He loved watching this little dance. Kasey and Natalie's eyes locked together. Kasey pretending that Natalie wasn't entirely in charge here. Natalie asserting her dominance.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Natalie said calmly. She let the words settle into the silence before continuing. "Of course, you could. But if you come now, then I'm going to tie you to bed and make you watch me fuck Alex." She glanced away as the aforementioned man made a small sound. "I'll let him play with you. Maybe even let him take you in his mouth - you know he likes that." A smirk spread across her lips and her eyes moved back to Kasey. "But you don't get to come again."

Kasey froze. Alex could see the cogs in his brain turning. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, hissing when he accidentally brushed the head. 

"Good choice," Natalie hummed, tracing Kasey's jawline and kissing the tip of nose. "Let's take this to the bedroom, boys."

Kasey leaned his head against Alex's, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. "She drives you crazy too, right?" he mumbled, making Alex laugh.

"Yeah, but I love it." 

" God, me too." 

" Well, lovely as this is gentlemen, I was quite enjoying myself, so let's scoot," Natalie interrupted.

Once Kasey was out of his lap, Alex stood and followed him to the bedroom, pausing to grab his beer bottle. Natalie snorted when she saw him. "I don't think you'll be needing that " 

Alex threw a look over his shoulder, slowing down so that they were in step.  “Never waste alcohol, Nat. And I don’t plan on getting back out of this bed once I’m in it.” 

“You sure you're not too tired for this? We’ve got all weekend,” Natalie questioned, her eyes softening. As much as she wanted Alex squirming underneath her she was also quite happy to cuddle up next to him whilst they watched a show or something.

“Oh my God, Nat. I’m so fucking horny I can’t explain.  Do you know what it does to me thinking about you two here, together? When you send those photos?” Alex replied. 

Natalie drew a breath to respond when Kasey shouted, “Can you hurry up please? I’m dying in here.” 

Alex choked around his laughter, a few droplets of beer going down the wrong pipe. “Besides, you have Kase all worked up now.” 

By the time they had pushed through the bedroom door, Kasey was lying on the bed, his clothes shed and piled on the floor.

“Somebody is eager,” Natalie teased, climbing onto the bed and straddling Kasey’s hips. She reached out a hand, her fingers playing with the outline of his nipples. “You were a very good boy out there. I suppose you deserve a reward for that. Don’t you agree, Alex?”

“Oh, definitely,” Alex agreed, placing the beer bottle on the bedside table and pulling his t-shirt over his head before joining them on the bed, kneeling between Kasey’s spread legs. He swept Natalie’s hair off her shoulder, pressing kisses across the exposed skin. “I’ve been thinking about having him in my mouth all day. Can I?” he asked, his fingers lifting the hem of Natalie’s shirt, but his eyes transfixed on Kasey. 

“I don’t think that will be a problem. Hmm, sugar? Would you like that?” Natalie lifted her arms to aid Alex in the removal of her shirt, her bra quickly following.

Kasey nodded rapidly, his eyes dragging over Natalie.  “Please,” he whined, his eyes crinkling at the edges in a way that drove Alex crazy as he reached out to pull Natalie to him. “I want to touch,” he whispered almost reverently, momentarily glancing down at the other man expectantly.

“Alright, alright,” Alex placated, turning onto his stomach and hooking his hands under his boyfriend’s hips. He pressed his tongue against the thin skin just behind his balls, enjoying the soft whine it elicited. “Soon Kase,” he murmured, his mouth moving to worship his inner thighs. Those thighs. His own were thick but my God, Kasey’s were unreal. He nipped the soft skin gently.

“Hey baby,” he heard Natalie coo. She was lying on her side now in a position that made it easy for her to see what Alex was doing but also for her to take Kasey’s mouth against her own, swallowing the groan that Alex coaxed out of him when he finally enveloped his cock. They kissed long and slow, Kasey's hands journeying over her bare skin - somehow both eager and gentle. She heard the hitch in his breath as Alex wrapped a hand around the stretch of dick that he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

“Alex,” Kasey panted. Alex reveled at the way his name sounded on Kasey’s lips, all throaty and breathless. He caught Natalie’s eye, making a show of hollowing his cheeks and swallowing the cock down further. 

Natalie slipped her hand past the waistband of her leggings, pressing her fingers against the throbbing pulse between her legs. She kissed Kasey again, this time hot and passionate, their tongues working against one another’s until Kasey pulled away. “Let me,” he pleaded, his hand wrapping around her wrist. 

“Jesus, I want your mouth,” Natalie whined, rolling onto her back, pushing her pants and underwear off her hips and down her legs. She pushed onto her knees, straddling Kasey’s head. “Hey, Alex, sweetie. Look at me,” she urged, waiting until he stilled his mouth and his honey brown eyes met hers. “I’m gonna ride Kase until he makes me come and then I’ll take care of you, alright?” 

“Yes, yes, that’s good,” Alex murmured, the vibration of the sound causing Kasey to thrust his hips. Alex smacked his hip gently. “So impatient,” he scolded playfully. 

“Fuck, I swear to God...” Kasey started, but his words turned into a strangled moan; Alex wrapping his lips around the head of his cock, swirling his tongue around it a few times. Then he grinned and took the length further into his mouth.

“Prêt?” Natalie asked, waiting for Kasey’s nod of affirmation before lowering herself to meet his mouth. He licked a long stripe between her folds, sucking gently when he met her clit. Natalie rocked into the sensation, moaning softly as she let her head fall backwards. He knew her well, working his tongue in the way he knew she loved; flicking and curling it into the tight heat, lapping at the wetness. Kasey’s own moans sent vibrations through her, drawing a shiver. She arched into his mouth, grinding against it, chasing the pleasure that was tingling at her extremities. 

Alex let Kasey fall from his mouth, getting to his knees. He bundled the waterfall of Natalie’s blonde hair into his hands, pulling her face close to his. He felt the breathy pants and whines coming quickly from Natalie’s mouth against his skin, cupping her jaw. “You’re beautiful like this, you know?” he said softly, watching as he let the hair drop from his fingers.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” she gasped out, Kasey’s tongue getting her attention. “I can’t wait to get inside you. I missed you.” 

Alex kissed her throat, careful not to mark it. She didn’t like the bruises the next day, the way Kasey did. He worked his way down, littering kisses here and there. He cupped her breasts in his hands, Natalie’s breath catching in her throat as he rubbed circles around her nipples. He leaned forward, darting his tongue out to tease the dark skin. 

Natalie cried out; her hips were moving quickly now as she felt a warmth spreading through her limbs, riding Kasey’s face, but he seemed unfazed - his tongue pushing deep into her before dragging back toward her clit. He latched onto it, sucking feverishly as he helped her through the orgasm. 

She climbed off of Kasey, and flopped down by his side, pulling Alex with her. Her breathing was rapid still and her hair stuck to her slightly sweaty back. “I think you get better at that every time.”

Kasey let out a small laugh. “I try.”

Natalie tangled her fingers into Alex’s where they were draped across her torso. “Right, you. Get Kase prepped and I'll grab my dick,” she told him, smirking at the yelp of happiness from Kasey. She turned to kiss him. “You’ve been very patient. I’m sure Alex will make it worth it,” she praised, hearing the bedside drawer open and shut.

Alex rolled over Natalie, causing her to grunt until he was on top of Kasey.  “ Oh, you bet.” Out of his periphery, he saw Natalie slide off the bed and head over to their trunk of toys, but he concentrated on the man in front of him. He massaged a finger over Kasey’s twitching hole, gently pressing into it as he relaxed.

“Fucking finally,” Kasey groaned.

Alex chuckled, quickly adding a second. There was a slight resistance at first, but Kasey’s ass soon accepted it.

“Gimme the third,” Kasey whined, pressing into the gentle thrusts Alex was making. 

He added the finger, but kept a frustratingly slow pace, stretching and preparing the hole to take him.

Kasey clenched his muscles around the fingers. “Fuck, ‘Lex. Please. I’m ready. I want you,” he begged. 

“Just relax,” Alex spoke softly, the fingers of his free hand sweeping across Kasey’s hipbone, but the ring of muscle remained tight around him. “Kase, baby, relax,” he repeated, tone a little firmer this time. He heard Kasey let out a breath, and the pressure lessened allowing him to crook the fingers searchingly, Kasey’s whine letting him know when he had found the bundle of nerves that he was searching for. 

“See what happens when you listen,” Alex teased.

He felt Natalie’s hands wrap around his waist, settling on the button of his jeans, the bulge now strapped to her waist hard against him. “Why are these still on?” she hummed, fingers working nimbly to undo them.

“Hey, sugar, how are you doing?” She asked, her eyes peered over Alex’s shoulder, enjoying the sight of Kasey spread on the bed, his ass stuffed with Alex’s fingers. 

“Good. I’m very good,” Kasey sighed, his back arching when Alex brushed over his prostate again. “Shit. I’m going to come like this if you don’t hurry up.”

Natalie helped the jeans down his legs, palming Alex through the thin underwear. “Go on, I think he wants this, baby.”

Alex didn’t need any further encouragement. Kasey hissed at his fingers pulling out so that he could shed his underwear. “Hands and knees.” He smacked the ass in front of him with a smirk.

Kasey gave a little yelp followed by a glare and mumbled,  “Asshole,”  but scrambled into the position. 

“You weren’t complaining when you were bent over Nat’s lap last week,” Alex jibed. He kissed the small mark his hand had left behind, pink against his pale skin. 

“Oh my God, just fuck me.”

At that, Alex slipped inside Kasey, wrapping his arm around the other man’s waist and pulling him against him. “I’ve missed this,” he groaned, settling into the warm heat. He set a steady rhythm, dragging his cock in and out of Kasey slowly. He stilled when Natalie pushed two fingers, and then three fingers into him; he always opened up easily. His eyes glazed over, the dual sensations of the pulsing hole hot around him and the cold lube coating him driving him crazy. 

Kasey fucked himself back onto him, his breathing fast and heavy. Words spilled from his lips, a mixture of French and English. 

“Look at him, he’s so gone for you,” Natalie cooed into Alex’s ear, the dildo teasing at his ass. She held onto his hips, pushing into him. It was Alex’s favourite - thick and ribbed. “That’s it sweetheart, you take my dick so good.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Kasey rambled, his hand reaching to stroke himself. 

Alex thrust faster, hitting Kasey’s sweet spot repeatedly, leaning back into Natalie’s chest as she fucked into him. Somehow it was both too much and not enough. He never wanted it to end. The pleasure came from everywhere: his ass stretching around the length inside of him; the constant stimulation of his prostate; Kasey tight around him. 

Kasey came with a cry, rutting into his hand, milking every drop from himself. Alex fucked him through the orgasm, his hips moving erratically. “Yes, yes, yes.” He didn’t need long until he was spilling into Kasey, Natalie rocking against him until he whimpered, “Too much.” 

He slumped forward, chuckling softly at the small protest Kasey gave when he shifted out of him and draped his weight across his back. “Mmm, you’re so strong.” His cock stirred at the fact that his boyfriend could hold his weight even now, as relaxed and strung out as he was. 

“Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” Natalie kissed Alex and then Kasey. 

Alex heard the sound of water running in the en-suite as he dragged Kasey up the bed to the mountain of pillows and curling around him.

“You’re all sticky,” Kasey grumbled, but tangled their ankles together and took Alex’s hand in his. 

Alex laughed loudly, burying his face into blond locks. “Hypocrite. You are literally leaking everywhere.” His hand snaked down, dragging a finger through the mess coating Kasey’s torso and bringing it to his lips.

“Okay, you need to stop that unless you want to go for round two.” Natalie was back, washcloths in hand, an eyebrow raised. 

“Hey! You’re back,” Kasey beamed, reaching out a hand for her to take. 

Alex took the offered cloth so that Natalie could be pulled in by Kasey. “You alright? Did you need something else?” he asked. Despite the nub at the top of the dildo she had used, it usually wasn’t enough for her to get off. Alex, always attentive, made sure to double check. 

Natalie twisted, propping herself onto her side so that she could see both of her boys. “I’m good, babe.” She brushed a stray strand of hair back off Kasey's face. “Somebody did a fantastic job.” 

Kasey hummed happily as Alex used the damp, warm cloth to clean them both up. 

Alex raised an eyebrow when Natalie reached for the beer bottle on the bedside table, taking a sip. "I don't think you'll be needing that, " he quipped, imitating her earlier words.

" You have good ideas every now and then," Natalie shrugged, tilting the drink at Alex's lips. His own hands were still occupied. 

“ Wanna hit the court tomorrow morning? I’ve been working on my jump shot.” Alex liked this bit nearly as much as the mind-blowing orgasms that his partners gave him. Taking care of them. The vulnerability. The quiet conversations with Natalie over soft snores when Kasey inevitably fell asleep. 

“I’ll still beat the both of you,” Natalie chuckled, her competitiveness showing even in during this tender moment. 

She was probably right. He didn’t care. He just wanted to spend all the time in the world with them. Bruised ego and all. 

#lumosinlove #o'knutzy #natalie darcy #kasey winter #alex o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #finn o'hara #nalexy

[dinosaurfucker]

The first time it happened it totally caught him by surprise.

Seeing her.

He didn’t want to leave the house, he wasn’t ready to be seen - to be known. But the booze had run dry and the fridge was empty and he knew he needed to at least have… Something. He didn’t feel like eating but he didn’t want to get his stomach pumped and have to face Steel.

So he put on his ugliest hoody, pulled his hood up, put on dark sunglasses and went out.

At first it was just a smell, that honey jasmine shampoo she used - just a waft - was enough to snap his head up, have him looking around. And he saw her, a glimpse of her dark brown hair as she turned the corner ahead into the sunlight. His chest broke open, set his heart alight, exposed like a raw nerve.

“Corinne!”

He couldn’t stay still, couldn’t risk losing her. No. Not again. She couldn’t slip away. Not like - not like.

He was running before he realised he was even moving, around the corner in a flash but she was gone.

He looked all around, grabbing a nearby woman with brown hair to check her face, but no she was not even similar - her hair long and straight, her nose was all wrong, her eyes a dark brown - and he spun in circles looking. 

He saw her. He saw her! She was just there! Where could she have gone? But she wasn’t there. There was no one and the passers by looked increasingly concerned - afraid. Where was she?

She was just here. She was just in his arms. He didn’t want to hurt her, he didn’t want her to hurt herself but - but she got away from him anyways. And she - She slipped away, she fell. She jumped?

But she had just been there. He had seen her!

He felt his throat closing up, the sun felt too bright, everyone was staring. Looking at him like he was unhinged, the woman he grabbed cowering away from him like he would hurt her.

No. He’s not a villain. He’s not…

“I’m sorry,” he managed to choke out of clenched teeth. “I thought you were someone else.” 

Not her. Not her this time.

It didn’t stop him from hitting the liquor store, trembling the entire way.

The next time it happened felt natural, like she was never gone. 

She was standing in the stoop next to a cafe, leaning against the wall ankles crossed the way she always did, her smile crooked as usual as she smirked at something someone said to her, holding her cigarette between two fingers lazily as usual - it might drop. 

She always managed to drop her cigarette if she got caught up talking. ‘Oh shit!’  and she’d laugh and pick it up, pretend to brush it off, take a long hard pull to keep it lit and he’d watch how her cheeks would hollow as she pulled, the way she puckered her lips. 

Ice shot through his veins. Lightning struck. She was so close. She was here! Tears spilled before he felt the urge to cry. The desperation.

Please .

He grabbed her by the elbow.

“Cori -!” The woman - not Corinne - turned to face him and the spell was broken. Not Corinne. No, this woman’s eyes were heavy lidded and a dull blue. Not Corinne. Not her eyes that lit up like molten gold when the sun hit them, the flecks of sea glass green only noticeable when you got close. No, this muted blue absorbed the sun. Not Corinne. This woman was in a mini skirt, legs exposed to the sun - Corinne never showed her legs. No, how could he be so stupid.

Disappointment hit like a tonne of bricks, a bowling ball in his stomach weighing his whole body down. The adrenaline spike leaving his body a wasted husk.

“I - I’m so sorry, pardon me,” he felt unreal. His throat choking his words, tears falling heavily. Gently pat her arm as you go. Not Corinne. He could hear the woman’s whispers with her friends as he walked away. Wasn’t that Charge?

But it wasn’t Corinne. No, Corinne was - she was gone.

He saw her fall. He let her go. He let her slip away from him. He didn’t hold her tight. He let her come with him. Let her jump.

The trembling never stopped. Cold sweat and gnashed teeth fighting his body’s will to just give up then and there, fighting step by knee knocking step to get away from there.

Not Corinne. Not his Rinne. She was gone - he let her go.

He stumbled down the street, burning inside the whole way. There was tequila at home. Beer. He could see her in his dreams.

The worst times were the most gentle. When she didn’t disappear right away.

It wasn’t his usual haunt, Wei might find him then. Drag him back to his apartment and sober him up.

He was many things at this point in time, but one thing he could not be was sober. That was not for him. Not with Becker gone.

Ortega’s head was spinning, he was unable to keep it upright when the manager walked by and told the bar staff to cut him off. But they didn’t make him leave. So he sat at the bar, head on the dark wooden counter letting the world spin. Misery washed over him in waves, knocking him farther and farther down. The pressure was too much, the waves felt like they wouldn’t stop till he was in the dirt.

He felt movement next to him so he turned his head to see who had moved to sit next to him.

He felt his heart stop - but he was too heavy with drink to fully react.

She sat next to him. Tapping a box of her menthol smokes off the bartop, pulling one out (not the upside down, the one she turned around the second she opened a new pack, the lucky one - not that one), giving him that crooked side smile as she placed it between her teeth.

“Think they let you smoke in here?” She asked. She threw him a disparaging glance, the way she always did when he got messy. His heart felt so full. Tears spilled from his eyes though he didn’t have the strength to lift his head. He was afraid to reach for her, the second he touched her she would leave the way she always did. “You look like shit.”

He coughed out a bark of a laugh, a wet soggy sound, as the tears fell. She was swimming in his vision. The world spinning, the tears making her blurry, but it was her. Eyes just the right shade of bright hazel, skin the right pale olive, mole on her cheek, her feet not able to reach the floor from the top of the bar stool.

“Yeah.” Was all he could croak. She would come back like this. All blase. Like she was never gone.

“Didn’t take you for a wallower, old man.” She scoffed as she lit up her cigarette, regardless of whether or not she was supposed to.

“You jumped.” He explained to her, like it was news to her. God, why wouldn’t the tears stop? He just wanted to see her. Feel her warmth. Hear her voice.

“Happens.” Was all she said by way of explanation, on the exhale of her drag. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He barked out another laugh. He was so happy, his heart felt so full, so warm. He felt delirious.

“Yeah, you are.”

“You’re paying for the drinks, right? Nearly dying doesn’t do great things for your finances. Plus.” She looked him up and down, looking annoyed but there was a warmth there. She was happy to see him. “I think you’re done for the night.”

“Probably.” He had so much to say, but he couldn’t get it out. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, rolling slowly, lazily out of his eyes, soaking his sweater. She was here. She was alive.

She motioned to the bartender and had a beer off tap placed in front of her. Typical. Always happiest with the cheapest beer. Said she could taste the entitlement in craft beers. Fancy wasn’t her style.

“Gonna give me more than one word replies or are you too drunk?” She grinned at him, sharp and wicked the way she always did when she was teasing him.

“Yeah.” He hiccuped a half sob, half laugh in response and Corinne threw her head back and laughed loudly, her typical hyena cackle. An ugly laugh she called it, but there was nothing more beautiful to his ears. He found himself laughing along with her laugh through the tears.

“Why did you go?” He finally asked when the laughter faded back into sobs. He missed her. He missed her so, so much.

She looked at him sadly and opened her mouth to respond.

“Ricardo?”

Ortega’s head reactively snapped to the voice calling his name, turning to see his best friend Wei Chen, a concerned frown on his face.

Of course he’d find him.

“Who are you talking to?”

He snapped his head back to Corinne but she was gone - like she was never there, just the faint smell of menthol cigarette smoke.

A feeling of desperation clawed its way up Ortega’s throat once more, one he didn’t have the energy to stop or react to. The tears spilled out hot acid now, not warm and soft. These were thick and burning his skin.

“Where’d she go?” He whispered, as though he didn’t know. As if it wasn’t his fingers she’d slipped through. As if he wasn’t the one to lead her to her death. He wanted to be angry. He wanted to want to fight but the alcohol, the sadness weighing down his limbs prevented him and he couldn’t move, could only feel his throat close up as his head spun and his stomach lurched painfully.

Chen looked at him full of pity. He didn’t want pity. Chen couldn’t understand, he never liked Corinne and certainly never loved her. Not like Ortega loved her. Chen didn’t watch his heart put a gun in her mouth, he didn’t have to fight the love of his life to stop her from shooting herself only to slip out of his grasp at the last moment. Only to watch her plunge to her death.

“Let’s go.” It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command. Steel would be a better Marshall than Ortega ever was. He would’ve made the right call that day. He wouldn’t have let any more people die. Corinne would still be here. Anthema too.

“ ‘Rinne was here…” It came out as a moan as Chen pulled Ortega from his bar stool, wrapping his arm around him and carrying him out.

“Rinne was here.” He insisted through tears, unable to hold his own weight.

“I know.” Was all Wei replied, holding him gently as he took him back to his apartment to get him cleaned and sobered up.

Eventually Ortega got numb to it. She didn’t stop appearing, but he got used to it. He could live with her phantoms if it meant she never went away. That he could see her still in some form.

So when he found her in a random diner, he wasn’t too shocked. She looked different than she usually did, but that might’ve been a reflection on him. He was letting himself live again, maybe it was killing her.

But this time she didn’t disappear when she spoke to him.

She was smoking tobacco, the type you roll yourself not the pre-rolled menthol type from a carton. That was new too.

This time when she stood up to leave and he hugged her. She stayed. This time she didn’t disappear.

This time she was real.

So real it felt unreal.

She was different, angrier, sadder, older. Said she wasn’t a telepath anymore. But she was alive. He was so scared she’d disappear. He took her to see Chen under the guise of needing her advice for Angie. But really he just needed to make sure she was real. And that he hadn’t finally just snapped.

But she was there. She was real.

And when she left, went home he couldn’t stop shaking.

She was back. She was real. His heart was home.

#fanfic #m!ortega #f! Sidestep #chen #fallen hero #angst

[moonboohoo]

BOOK: DREAM; IN THE STARS

CHARACTER: IWAIZUMI HAJIME X READER 

SUMMARY: IN WHICH A GIRL NEEDS TO REPAY HER SINS BY BEFRIENDING WITH A VOLLEYBALL PLAYER.

WORD COUNT : 2270 

*LOWERCASE INTENDED. 

1. Prologue 

(ACHROOUS)

DEF : colorless; achromatic. 

TW: physical and mental abuse, self harm and suicidal thoughts. 

                                                                            16.6.1979

MARIGOLD SYMBOLIZES PAIN AND GRIEF ㅡ broken youths remained broken, toxic family relationships and insecurities, close friends leaving/backstabbing them, and they sew their hearts over and over again till it bleeds, and put bandages on their hearts and told everyone that they're doing okay (i wish you could give me your heart juice, i need love!)

and you - you were one of the broken youths as well.

you couldn't wait to be alive again, you couldn't wait to move out of your parent's house so that you could live in peace! you didn't have an exact plan of where you're going, and you couldn't just wander around the streets because nasty things were going to happen to you if you stayed in this town for even a single second - everyone hates you here.

you didn't know why you were born in the first place, your parents were abusive to you and you didn't know why you were holding on for so long. it was so painful to the point that you just wanted to scream your lungs out but you restrained yourself from doing so. you couldn't breathe properly the moment when you're standing outside your house. you hoped that they went to other places again without telling you, and even just a few hours could actually spare you from unwanted circumstances.

you've learnt that crying, pleading and begging was pointless, you didn't dare to push your father away when his leather belt hit on your skin. your father used violence as a way to beat the imagination out of you and keep your light from shining too brightly;

"failure, obey the rules, keep your voice down, if you are not careful, you will be abandoned..."

every time he beat you, one or a combination of those messages was meant to enter your flesh, like splashing cold water on your burn areas over and over again; as a reminder for you to meditate on and pray through tears.

because broken youths were meant to be broken, and you have lived a miserable life.

you could feel your neighbors staring at you whenever you walked down the streets, you forced yourself to shrug it off whenever they gave you a look of disgust, pointing behind your back and started to gossip about your parents, which they almost killed your classmate's mother. it was said that the tongue was sharper than a sword, there was no doubt of that. a sword wound may heal, but the wound of someone's words breaking your heart might not. you were enraged, you didn't choose to live with them. why did you need to bear the responsibilities even though you clearly knew that it was not your fault? why did you keep running away?

the summer sun beat upon your back relentlessly, forcing beads of sweat down your forehead. summer weather was driving you crazy, and yet you're trying to run away from a bunch of girls from your class. your body, and especially your hair were covered with sticky liquid as they threw eggs on you - you bite your lip when a small rock hits your head, and you could hear the shouts and sadistic laughter behind you. without thinking, you quickly went to a small alley and hid beside a trash can. your body started to tremble when you heard footsteps approaching you. you kept holding your breath, thinking that it would help you to be more quiet.

"i didn't see her coming here, himari." one of your ex-classmates - aiko,  told her as she snorted with laughter. "are you sure? i think we saw her -"

"don't you believe me? mari chan?" her childhood friend asked her innocently, the red-haired female shivered as aiko called out by her nickname, a hint of sarcasm going right over her head. himari rolled her eyes as she asked her other friends to follow her to another street, as she was determined to hunt you down. "that bitch stole my money, how annoying! i'm so going to beat her until she's begging me to stop!"

you clenched your fist, and your nails dug into your palms. your blood pressure skyrocketed, she made several false accusations of you and people actually believed her. you tried to explain, you hoped other people would think rationally and voiced out their opinions - you wish they could tell himari that everything was just a misunderstanding. you hoped that everyone could give you a chance to clear yourself, but you knew that it wasn't going to happen.

you took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down. after that, you stood up and noticed a crumpled piece of paper beside you. you hesitantly took the paper and read it, you have nowhere to run and the only good hiding place, for now, was your house.

"(y/n), run now. i will try to distract them." - aiko

you're on the brink of tears when you see this little note that aiko wrote for you. you thought everyone in this town was cruel, one of your neighbors witnessed the whole situation when you're running away from the girls, your eyes pleading him to save you, maybe he could invite you over to his house and wait until the sun sets, or maybe told the girls not to chase you again because you didn't do anything to them - but he didn't, he didn't even try to save you, you saw him quickly went back to his house and shut the door. at that moment, you could feel your heart shattered into pieces, why were they doing this to you?

you sighed loudly, putting the note inside your pocket. you were crying when you're running towards your house, you didn't feel like going back and yet this was the only solution for you to get rid of the bullies. your legs get really wobbly when you're standing outside your house, staring at the wooden door. you took a deep breath before you went in, you pushed the door open a crack, the smell of cigarette smoke lingered around the house. there were clothes scattered around the dirty floor, candy wrappers so old that turned into dust on the table, and a half-eaten bacon cheese sandwich lay on the chipped blue plate, accompanied by two empty beer cans. your mother was sitting on the sofa, taking out a cigarette from the pack and placing it on her lips, you waited for her to remove the cigarette from her lips as you wanted to inform her that you're back. she turned around and saw you standing there, and her face immediately darkens to a deep red and you knew that she was angry.

"(y/n), where is my food?"

"shit. I must've dropped it when I was...getting chased by the girls..."

just when you wanted to explain, your mother stood up and shoved you away, getting her keys and purse while glaring at you. "you can't even do a simple thing right! what are you?! an idiot?!" she let out a groan of frustration before opening the door.

"just die already." her words stung harder than a slap across the face.

you really wanted to cry right now, but you knew that it was impossible to cry when your father was going to come back after an hour. he will hit you with his belt again if he saw a single tear in your eye,

"why are you crying? you should be happy that i'm your father ! why are you crying?...why..."

damn it, you didn't want to experience it again. you get new bruises and scars every day, and what if your father used boiling water to splash all over your body? you really didn't want it to happen, it was too...overwhelming for you.

you quickly went to your room and shut the door, wrapping yourself a blanket and stared at the wall blankly. the light from the sun shone through the window, but instead of feeling hot, you felt yourself shivered slightly when you thought about those bullies and your parents.

"i've lived enough, i'm so scared...i'm so tired..."

you put the blanket aside as you took out a blade from your drawer and put it on the table. you're trembling, you're struggling to breathe, you're so dizzy to the point that you wanted to bang your head against the wall and screamed - you wanted everyone to listen to you, well, at least giving you a chance to explain yourself, but you never got the chance to voice out your feelings, because they never cared about you, not even one bit. what's the point of living? you didn't have any friends, and your parents treated you badly, so why? why are you still living?

you laughed bitterly, and you didn't hesitate to cut both of your veins. you laid on your bed as your head started to spin. you didn't hurt, you thought you would be actually hurting, which you didn't. that was okay, because you're not a fan of hurting. everything seemed distant and unreal, you had no desire to move. moving didn't seem to be an option anyway. you closed your eyes shut as you could feel yourself dying. but letting go was a relief, right? your breathing was getting slower and slower, your heartbeat - was your heart even beating? you couldn't feel it at all, maybe it had stopped. you didn't mind at all, you've been suffering since you're a child and now it was time for you to rest. the memories floated in and out of your head, as vivid as if you're living through the experience all over again.

suddenly, a light came. you saw something, something at once beautiful and terrible, and you knew it had come for you.

"(y/n) - san."

"(y/n) - san."

you heard someone calling your name, was it a dream?

death wasn't supposed to be like this, isn't it? and now you're standing in your room, looking at your body with pure amazement. you thought they're going to take you somewhere else, like going to a sort of tunnel, with a bright light at the end of it, and angels will be there to greet you. but now, you were still standing there in a fixed position. there was no tunnel, no line of people waiting to greet you.

"(y/n) - san, are you alright?" you turned around and saw a guy who was holding a folder, his blue coloured eyes looking at you with concern. "i know this sounds really awkward but... no angels are coming for you, (y/n). i will be taking you to the afterlife now." you covered your mouth as your face turned red due to embarrassment.

"how - i didn't say anything!" "i have the ability to read minds, (y/n) - san."

you took a good look at him, he was wearing a black grim reaper cloak and a pair of black shoes. he has black messy hair and slightly thick eyebrows, you could already sense that this man didn't like to talk that much. you sighed and looked at your body again, you could see blood staining on your bedsheets and the blade was on the floor. you winced slightly when you looked at your appearance once again, slightly disgusted by the fact that your mouth was opened wide and your hair was oily and sticky.

your father suddenly burst into your room, and you reacted instinctively in hiding behind the grim reaper's back. your whole body was trembling, you gripped on his cloak as your eyes glued shut, not wanting to know what happened next. "mr.gr-grim reaper, can we go now?"

he chuckled softly and faced you, "yeah and - by the way, just call me akaashi."

───

NAME : (Y/N)

BORN : 1961

DIED : 1979

sin: committed suicide.

#haikyuu #haikyuufic #moonboofic #iwaizumihajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi fic

[wulfies-corner]

Idiot

Fandom: Star Wars

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary:  One pilot can't live without the other. One pilot keeps attempting to sacrifice themselves for the other. Crashes, arguments, and Winter Solstice ensue. 

Prompt: A scarf, a present wrapped very poorly, a kiss.  

Waking from a dream was always difficult for you. Your dreams always depicted a life that was better than what you had now. Not that your current life was terrible, but fighting an endless war on the losing side wasn’t what you called ideal. Your dream, cheesy and what you might say was ‘under budget’ for a dream was what you would call ‘grasping at straws.’ A beautiful but simple meadow, music playing softly from somewhere else in the distance, you in a dress you’d never thought you’d ever see yourself in and… him.

You danced through the grass and the flowers, his hand on your hip, firm but loving. The smile on his face, nervous but kind. His presence unreal but welcomed. The love that surged through his gaze calming. You would never believe this was actually happening, you would need to pinch yourself to make sure-

“(Y/N)!”

You awoke with a start, a rapidly beating heart, flushed cheeks and sharp pain surging through your body. There is nothing sweeter in this sad, miserable, war-torn world than someone you love calling your name, but… the tone in which your name was spoken felt bitter and worried. The room around you was white and well lit; the atmosphere alone indicated that you were in the medibay again and in very big trouble. You looked up at the culprit of your awakening, spotting him.

“Poe…”

“Cut the crap, (Y/N),” Poe was angry. That was the first thought that surged through your brain once his expression and tone of voice wriggled its way into your vision and your ears. “Why would you risk yourself like that?! Again?!”

“I…”

His hands planted themselves on his hips. His brow was furrowed and his eyes channelled the fury of a thousand suns. “You had better not try and work up some excuse! What you did out there was stupid, irrational, and not to mention dangerous!”

“Poe,” you squint in pain as a stabbing pain shoots through your leg. You knew what you did and you weren’t about to regret it. “I did it to save you!”

“At the cost of your own life?!” He yelled. “(Y/N), we’ve talked about this! I can’t have you dying in the field and especially not for me!”

“Why not for you?!” You argued back. “Why not die for the person I’ve looked up to since I was a little kid? Why not die for the person I grew up with, admired, learned from and fought for?!” You took in a deep breath, much more defiant than you’d ever thought you’d be towards him.

“Maker, you’re such an idiot!”

The word echoed in your head and you couldn’t think of anything else to say. ‘Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.’ Your mouth hung open and tears pricked your eyes. You watched Poe’s expression fall. He knew what he said, but he stood his ground. “You need to rest.”

With that simple sentence, he turned to leave. He stopped at the door as a nurse approached, most likely to see what the commotion was. He quietly explained away the shouting and continued on his way. As Poe’s distinct footsteps retreated from your earshot, the nurse peeked inside and raised an eyebrow in a silent request to enter the room, her pink hair swishing as she tilted her head to the side. You smiled sadly at her and nodded, laying your head back down on the pillow beneath you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” she sighed. “How are you feeling?”

“Not too great, but thanks for asking, Rhi.” She sat down at the edge of your bed, revealing a cup of liquid medication in her hand. She laughed at your immediate reaction of disgust.

“This will help until your next session in the Bacta tank,” she explained, barely containing her laughter, tipping the cup against your lips and giggling at your reaction to the horrible taste.

“That tasted like ass,” you complain, sticking your tongue out and shuddering.

“How would you know what ass tastes like?” She teased, standing up and running a hand gently through your hair.

You pouted at her but felt more relaxed as she played with your hair. “What happened after I-”

“You crashed,” she interrupted. “Pretty severe, you’re lucky to be alive. You were in the Bacta tank for a week. We had to take you out for a little bit lest you turn into a raisin,” Rhiannon half-joked with a chuckle. “Two more days inside of it starting tomorrow and you should be able to move on your own. I’d say that you’ll be eligible to fly again in about three weeks.”

“I’m not sure Commander Dameron would be too pleased with me flying again.” You comment, distaste in the remembrance of your argument with your other best friend.

“Well, he’s not happy, to say the least,” Rhiannon agreed. “This is the third time you’ve done something like this, but never so much as to nearly die. (Y/N), I say as both your nurse and your best friend, you need to be more careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “As careful as I can be running assaults on enemy ships.”

“Exactly. You’ve got a broken leg, three broken ribs, eighteen stitches in each of your arms, a black eye and one bad, bad case of road rash almost everywhere else. You really could have died. Despite the fact that I think it was bad for your health for Poe to yell at you like that, he was right.”

“I hate it when you take his side,” you moan.

“I know.” Rhiannon stood, smiling mischievously. You groan as her hand leaves your scalp. “Now get some rest. I want you to be up and not grouchy for more Bacta tank tomorrow.”

“But I-”

“Rest.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll rest.”

~

The next morning, you were woken up in the midst of another dream, being brought into the tank room, still under the influence of groggy exhaustion. Despite this, you were also given a heavy sedative to help you handle the Bacta, a liquid with viscosity somewhere between watery jello and thick slime, not an ideal thing to be submerged in at first.

The liquid of the Bacta tank hit your eyes when you woke up again two days later, not so much to be painful but instead slightly awkward. The outside was blurry to you and the breathing apparatus was blocking at least half your vision. You felt much warmer than you had than the entirety of your stay on this frostbitten planet, ever so slightly thankful that Rhiannon was a stickler for old tech and refused to have you lay completely naked in one of those suits filled with artificial Bacta.

As soon as your vision cleared the best you could, your eyes widened at the silhouette of Poe. He was staring straight at you and his expression immediately softened from being consumed by worry as soon as he noticed that your eyes were open. He looked to be holding something, but the apparatus was keeping you from seeing the entirety of his body. He pressed his right hand against the glass, his forehead soon following. You couldn’t hear him, but somehow you knew he was saying something. You, in turn, placed your hand over his before your sedation took over once more.

~

Being ‘freed’ from the Bacta tank was one of the worst experiences you’ve ever had besides being in an X-Wing crash. Bacta was warm and comforting, like taking a bubble bath in the perfect temperature of warm water or being swaddled in a blanket that had just come out of the dryer. You could feel relaxed and at peace. It was a place where you could sleep, breathe clearly (you had to give credit to the apparatus for that one), and feel like you were getting stronger.

Now that you were laying back down in your bed, you felt cold, stiff, and so strangely light that it felt like you would need to be tied down in order to not just float away. Slightly thankful that you could sit up now, you hunched over and attempted to hug yourself into the thin standard issue blanket to squeeze what little warmth you had left from the Bacta tank.

The hiss of a door opening caused you to lift your head, teeth beginning to clatter as a cool breeze followed Poe into the room. You hoped to the Maker that he wasn’t as cross as last time. You’d never been able to properly handle an angry Poe, even though you’d spent the majority of your life around him.

“Ever heard of knocking?” You ask sarcastically, watching Poe as he moved toward you and knelt before you on the floor. Your bed was quite low to the ground, so Poe was about at eye-level to you, but neither of you could look each other in the eye.

“Sorry, didn’t think it through,” he apologized, his face much more relaxed than before. You were thankful that he’s calmed down, but you knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to argue with you if you tried to defend your stance on the whole ‘sacrifice myself for Poe’ situation.

“Knocking or yelling at me?” You ask, hesitant of the answer.

“Both.” He paused. “You must be freezing.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” you shrug. “I guess it will be worth it, I can move on my own now.”

“(Y/N), you-”

“I know I was being stupid,” you sigh in dejection, cutting him off. “But I still stand by my decision to do it. I couldn’t bear to see you die.”

“How do you think I felt after I watched you crash?” He asked, voice firm but softer than the yelling match you two had been in two days before. “I was worried, terrified that the split second of you looking at me from your ship would be the last time I saw you. I don’t think you realize how important you are.”

You scoff. “I’m not an ace pilot like you, Poe. If I died, the Resistance could find someone to repl-”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he huffed and finally moved his gaze to meet yours. He lifted his arms and you noticed he was holding a scarf, the one that he always wore out on grounded scout missions. He beckoned you to lean forward and you did cautiously, “I’m not gonna choke you with it, silly.”

“Sorry.” You let him wind the scarf gently around your neck, the warmth of his hands helping your shivering, even if it was just a little bit. You leaned into the touch of the cloth, subtly taking in Poe’s scent.

“(Y/N), you’re my best friend,” he started, gripping your hands. “You’re important to me. To think that you would have died and it was my fault that I couldn’t protect you, I-”

“It wouldn’t be your fault. I’d trade my life for yours any day and I would take full credit for that,” you countered.

“And what would I do then, huh?” He was raising his voice again, and you looked off to the side at the wall in guilt. “What I’ve been trying to say is… I… I can’t live without you.” He gently pressed a finger to your jaw, gently guiding you back to look at him again. “Don’t you understand that things like that go both ways?”

“I never thought that…” you sigh, unable to form your words. “Poe, you remember when we were kids… and I was always so afraid that you and BB-8 were going to run off and go on adventures with someone else?”

Poe’s eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I always thought that one day you would do it. That one day I wouldn’t mean anything to you anymore... and... I just thought that if one of us had to die for this,” you gesture around you, “to die for the galaxy, it would be me because you could run off and go on adventures with someone else and I couldn’t.”

To your surprise, Poe pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re such an idiot,” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “Such an idiot,” without much time to process what he meant, he brought his lips to meet yours. His grip on your hands tightened, and the feeling of your first kiss with Poe - your first kiss ever - was better than you could ever have imagined. Soft, nervous, kind, loving.

When you separated, Poe smiled at you. “No more of this dying business, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod slightly.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Poe stood, and you were a little nervous that he was going to leave again. To your relief, he sat next to you, reaching into the pocket of his jacket. “To that end, (Y/N), I know it’s still a few days from Solstice, but… I thought that I could give this to you early.”

“A present?” You ask. “Poe, I don’t deserve it.”

Poe chuckled. “I may still be mad at you, but you did save my life out there. I’d say you’re plenty worthy. Now come on, open it.”

Poe handed you a (very) crudely wrapped gift. It looked like he had taped on at least six layers of wrapping paper, ripped at the corners from the stress of his pulling. You grinned at the little gift, unsure that you were capable of ripping apart Poe’s effort. Still, you pressed on, carefully undoing the tape and making your way through the layers of red and green paper.

When you came to the end of the layers, you gripped the velvet box in your hands. You raised your eyebrows and looked at Poe, who was grinning in anticipation of your reaction. Lifting open the box, your eyes widened at what was inside.

“It’s Kyber,” Poe explained. You picked up the leather string the gem was bound to, the smooth feeling of the translucent rock sliding over your palm somehow made you feel at peace; like you were back in the Bacta tank where you didn’t have to worry about anything. “I thought that it would only attune to Jedi, but Leia told me that since the Force lives inside everything, it will help keep you calm and eventually it will change colour to represent your personality.”

“Poe…” you listened to the hum emitting from the Kyber, closing your eyes and leaning against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

You winced when Poe placed an arm around your shoulders, but you wouldn’t let him back off. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too.”

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