#and then he just huffed and said ‘alright’ and then hung up a few seconds later

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

#this is very silly #i just wanted to get it out of my drafts #i’ve had this thought for a while but #i decided i didn’t want to write a whole drabble so now you get this #kento being inexperienced at dating & not enjoying it is very special to me #and so is him having a cat tehe #selfship coded i suppose bc reader is me but it’s not that obvious i hope #beloved kento 💋 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ #nanami x reader #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ #jjk x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami x gender neutral reader

[goldenhypen]

. ⊹ just like this ˚ ͎ ｡

syn. taking care of jake when he gets sick, all because you refused to bring a jacket.

pair. jake x reader · wc. 1k · contains. fluff, catching a cold, mentions of food/drink

a/n. ^^ jake has the prettiest smile- nearly forgot this was just sitting in my drafts waiting to see the light of day- so now hopefully at least someone can enjoy it :’>

“damn, as much as i love to kiss you, your lips are freezing,” jake explained after he pulled away with hints of worry in his voice. “oh my, your hands are cold too. i told you you should’ve brought a jacket. you’re freezing.”

it had only been a few seconds but somehow, your lips were already missing the warmth of his own on yours.

“n-no”—stupid stutter—you denied through chattering teeth as the rest of your body began to shiver.

“really,” he said in more of a challenging tone through a chuckle, rather than a question, as he perked up a brow.

he already shrugged off most of his own jacket before you could even think of protesting, and within approximately three seconds, his coat was already hung over your shoulders, sheltering you from the chilling breeze, immediately feeling warmth shoot throughout your body.

“better?” he smirked.

“yes,” you half-guiltily admitted. “you’re going to get sick though.”

the frown on your face didn’t leave even as his next words left his throat, “well, better me than you.”

“no, jake,” you said as your pout grew longer.

“you know why?”

“hm?”

he paused as a smirk travelled to his lips before answering, “because then i’ll get to have you as my caretaker.”

“pfft—please. no, you're not. i’m telling you to take your jacket back, but you’re not letting me give it back to you. so that would be your fault.”

“ouch, someone is really eager to not take care of their boyfriend. okay, i see how it is,” he said with a dramatic frown.

you looked at him as you shook your head and rolled your eyes, “jake, no, i—”

“it’s fine! still better me than you though,” he said —if it was even possible—with more drama in his tone than before as he began to walk away.

you ran to catch up with him and took his still warm hand in both of yours as you looked into his eyes, but being the petty boy he was, who liked playing these silly games, he only continued walking, gaze straight ahead, refusing to look in your direction.

the rest of your date went on, with him eventually forgetting how he had planned on staying dramatic for as long as he could, and he made sure his jacket wasn’t let off your shoulders until you both got home, an immediate rush of warm air filling your bodies. momentarily, you took in the relaxing sensation, closing your eyes.

“want some hot cocoa?” jake asked, whipping you back to reality.

you gave him a small smile, followed by a satisfied nod at the idea. you could already feel the hot beverage flowing down your throat, warming up your insides.

you followed jake to the kitchen. and that was when you heard a sneeze just a few feet ahead.

“jake…”

he cleared his throat. “what? it was just a sneeze.”

“if you’re sick—”

“i’m alright. don’t worry.”

sceptical, you nodded.

later as you two cuddled up on the couch under a fluffy blanket, hands wrapped around a nice cup of hot cocoa, jake furrowed his brows. “why is it so cold in here?”

you turned your head to face him with a questioning look. “i’m not cold.”

“it’s so cold.”

“jake, love, i think it’s just you.”

he shivered, putting his mug down before drowning himself under the covers. “cold.”

you hugged him under the ocean of blanket before he said, “i think i’ve got chills.”

you sighed sadly, “and who said they weren’t sick, hm?”

he huffed out a long puff of air from his cheeks. “i don’t feel good, y/n.”

you sighed again softly, feeling bad for the boy. “okay, stay here and rest. i’ll go make you some soup.”

you let go of his already weak and exhausted form before standing up, beginning to make your way toward the kitchen as you heard a “thanks, i love you!”

⎯ ❤︎ ⎯

“okay, i’m back with soup.” you placed it on the table in front of him. “it’s hot, be careful.”

“thanks, love.”

you watched as he took his first few spoonfuls, your hand reached behind his head as you ran it up and down his back soothingly.

after a moment of silence as he drank his soup, a sudden eruption of giggles filled the room.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, subconsciously beginning to laugh with him.

“i love being sick,” he said, turning to you with a cheeky grin.

“i’m sorry, you what?” you laughed, imagining you must’ve heard it wrong.

“i like being sick.”

“what? why?” you asked at his ridiculous statement.

“because i always get to have you take care of me,” he smirked, not so cheeky this time but more happy than anything.

“i—” was all you managed to push out, speechless.

“told you you’d take care of me,” he then said proudly victorious, chin held high. “i know you well enough to know how down bad you are for me, y/n.”

you scoffed in disbelief, “oh, please. you are unbelievable.”

“i might be unbelievable, but i’m not wrong,” he continued playfully.

“okay, mr. smarty pants. you win. i do love you, and what about it?”

he giggled, coming closer and wrapping his arms around your waist, tucking his head into the crook of your neck.

no matter how long you two had been together, him doing this exact form of physical touch never failed to make everything in your body go weak, except your heart, its pace beating so fast, you were almost afraid it would leap out of your chest any minute.

“i love you more,” he breathed into your neck with a smile.

you wrapped your arms around him before starting, “okay, you big baby,” you tapped your hand in a repeating motion on his back, “i think you should get some sleep now. your body needs it.”

you felt as he nodded into your neck. “mhm. just like this.” he said, referring to the way you were tangled in each others arms, bodies sharing warmth, and breaths moving in sync. he closed his eyes. “this is exactly what i need to feel better.”

a/n. ahhh yall pls lmk if you liked this cuz idk if it’s me just second guessing myself but im feeling quite unsure about this one 🫠 and as always, thanks for reading <33

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[imagines-all-day-everyday]

friends

summary: *yn* and damon are friends. good friends. just friends. nothing more, nothing less. until elena's eighteenth birthday party and the captain of the waterpolo team comes along, leaving damon wondering how much he really likes that term.

warnings: swearing, drinking, fluff, vampire stuff, cheating (kinda??)

"What do you think?"

"Give me a spin."

*yn* resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she complied, shuffling her body around in a circle.

"Oooh I really like this one." Caroline observed. She shifted on the small couch placed into the middle of the boutique as she took a few moments to run her eyes over *yn*'s body.

"I think this might be the one."

This time *yn* couldn't restrain herself as she threw her hands up in frustration and huffed.

"Care, you've said that about all of them."

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault you look good in everything!"

*yn* groaned in response as she shoved the curtain across the metal rod, concealing herself from Caroline once more.

"I give up." She exclaimed dramatically as she pulled the red dress over her head. "I'm just going to go with the blue one."

"If that's what it takes for you to stop whining." She heard Caroline mumble on the other side of the curtain.

"I heard that!"

The shrill ringtone of Caroline's phone rung out through the store.

"Oh sorry Elena's calling, be right back."

*yn* shook her head as she heard Caroline answer the phone and hurry out of the store. She slipped the blue dress back on over her head just as her shoulder bag began to vibrate.

She couldn't fight the small smile threatening to tug on her lips at the Caller ID.

"Well if it isn't my second favourite Salvatore brother."

"Ouch, why is it that you're always so mean to me?" Damon's amused voice slipped out through the speaker.

"Because being nice is boring." She answered as she slipped out of the change room.

"Using my own logic against me, I've taught you too well." She smiled at his words as she made her way over to the mirror.

"What are you up to? Down for a little road trip?"

"Can't sorry. Helping Caroline plan Elena's birthday party." *yn* twisted around in front of the mirror, scrutinising the dress from every angle.

"Ah yes the big eighteenth how could I forget."

"Why? Where are you going?" *yn* asked as she finally drew her attention away from the mirror.

"Tennessee."

Her brow furrowed at her answer. "Another potential Stefan victim?"

"Yep. The sheriff gave Elena another location."

"She's not going with-"

"No way. Told her I'd take it on myself."

There was a pause as *yn* glanced out the shop window to make sure Caroline was still out the front on the phone, her ears occupied and unable to listen in.

"They're going to be like the other victims, aren't they?"

"Probably."

She felt herself grow nauseous at the thought of what Damon would no doubt find in Tennessee. Even his verbal reports back to her had been enough to make her skin crawl. If there had been any doubts before if Stefan was a ripper, they were long gone by now.

"Are we ever going to tell her?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. She heard Damon let out a sigh.

"If I find him and sort him out we won't ever have to."

"Alright just- just let me know how you go ok?" Despite her best efforts she couldn't hide the concern laced through her words.

"Always do. See you at the party."

"See you at the party."

"Oh *yln*-"

Damon's voice crackled through the speaker just as her finger hovered over the button to end the call.

"Yeah?" She pressed the phone to her ear once more.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Wear the red one." *yn* swore she could practically hear his smirk through the phone before he hung up.

*yn* whirled around, the phone still pressed to her ear. Her eyes darted around the store and then out through the windows that revealed the main street of Mystic Falls.

Her heart was thumping in her chest and a blush was creeping up onto her cheeks. Damon was no where to be seen.

"Ugh god Elena is still complaining about this party, I swear it's like no one wants to have fun in this town anymore- are you ok?"

*yn* turned to see Caroline staring at her, brow raised when she noticed her flushed complexion.

"Uh- yeah fine." *yn* lied, swallowing as she turned to go back into the change room.

"Ok..." Caroline studied her before turning her attention back to her phone.

She glanced up once more after a few moments to see *yn* emerging from the change room, back in her jeans and tank top. Her brow furrowed.

"I thought you were getting the blue one?"

"Yeah I um-"

*yn* glanced down at the red material clutched in her arms.

"I changed my mind."

The bass felt like it was pounding against her skull. Sweaty bodies were brushing against her on all sides. She could already feel the back of her knees start to slick with sweat as she weaved through the crowd.

Apparently this was Caroline's definition of a 'small' party. Bodies occupied every square inch of the Salvatore boarding house. Her eyes slid over the hundred or so faces. Some she recognised from school. Others she had never seen before in her life.

She smoothed down the front of her short dress as she stepped around a couple making out at the bottom of the staircase. She could feel multiple sets of eyes on her as she moved deeper into the house. The waterpolo team bunched in the corner didn't even make an attempt to look away as she walked past.

She smirked to herself. She'd shown up with the intention of looking hot, so far it seemed to be going according to plan. She surveyed the crowd once more. A flash of blonde hair caught her eye, which she instantly made a beeline for.

"Care!"

Caroline swung around at *yn*'s voice, a grin spreading across her lips as she looked her up and down.

"Oh my freaking god you look so hot." She squealed as she lurched forward and wrapped her arms her shoulders.

*yn* laughed and squeezed her tightly back. "So do you."

"Who the hell are these people?"

"Friends of friends." Caroline shrugged. *yn* raised a brow at her before turning to survey the room. Her eyes involuntarily searching for one person in particular.

"C'mon, I need a shot." Caroline announced as she grabbed *yn*'s hand and tugged her towards the drinks table.

*yn* grinned as she let Caroline lead her through the crowd.

"Is everyone here?" *yn* shouted over the thumping bass.

"I think so." Caroline shouted back, her eyes gleaming as she spotted a bottle of tequila.

*yn* turned around, her eyes scanning the crowd once more.

"Oh actually I haven't seen that reporter girl yet, what's her name - Andrea or-"

"What?" *yn*'s neck snapped back around to look at Caroline.

"Andie's coming?"

Caroline paused and glanced up at her. She had just been about to pour the clear liquid into a shot glass.

"Yeah, Damon insisted on inviting her. Poor girl probably didn't have a choice knowing him." Caroline remarked as she turned her attention back to the bottle in her hand.

"Right." *yn* swallowed. She pressed her lips into a hard line. "Yeah."

She felt sick as she glanced down at the tight red dress covering her body. She suddenly felt incredibly stupid. That for even a moment she had let herself divulge in suppressed fantasies, that she'd let herself get hopeful that something might happen with the vampire that was supposed to be nothing more than one of her good friends.

That she had let herself indulge those feelings that she had always worked so hard to deny and ignore.

"Ok here-" Caroline cut herself off, the shot in her hand for *yn* to take suspended in midair.

She studied her friend for a moment. She withheld a sigh when she saw the tears threatening to pool in *yn*'s eyes.

"Ok no." She announced, slamming the shots back onto the table. The sound made *yn* jump, her eyes focusing back on her friend.

"We are so not doing this tonight."

"Wha-"

"You are not letting your night get ruined by Damon Salvatore of all people."

"Care-" *yn* began, glancing over her shoulder quickly to make sure Damon wasn't in sight before turning back to her. "He's my friend."

"Oh please." Caroline scoffed as she folded her arms in front of her chest. "You don't think I can tell when my best friend is crushing on a guy?"

*yn* felt her cheeks redden.

"Although I've been trying to ignore it given it is Damon-"

She ignored the glare *yn* gave her. "- and I've been hoping it was just a little phase, but clearly that was wishful thinking." She sighed as she gestured to *yn* who had opened her mouth to respond.

"I've known for months, so don't even try and deny it."

*yn* clamped her mouth shut. She felt her resolve weaken under Caroline's stare.

"If you tell a soul-"

"-you'll stake me I know. Your secret's safe with me." Caroline insisted.

With that *yn* felt her shoulders slump in defeat as her barriers finally crumbled down.

"I like him. A lot." She admitted.

"I think I always knew there was something there, but I don't think I realised how much until-" She cut herself off and bit her lip as she felt her eyes begin to water.

Caroline's hard gaze softened at the sight. "Hey, it's ok." Caroline comforted her, running a hand down her arm. "Do you want to go somewhere and talk about it?"

"No." *yn* shook her head as she sniffed. "No, like you said. I don't want this to ruin my night. It's been so long since we've actually had fun."

It was true. Before Damon and Stefan returned to Mystic Falls, *yn* was the life of the party, drinking almost every weekend and staying out way past curfew - much to her parents chagrin. But now, she could barely even remember what it felt like to be drunk and let loose.

Her answer made Caroline's eyes brighten. "Exactly, and you look way too hot right now to be crying over a guy."

*yn* followed Caroline's gaze to look around the room of warm bodies. Her eyes flitted over a few guys, her confidence sparking once more when she saw their eyes were already on her.

"You could have literally anyone you want in here."

She could have anyone she wanted, except for Damon. Almost as if she could read her mind, Caroline grabbed her hand.

"Ok, in my opinion you have two options right now." Caroline continued.

"You can go and tell Damon how you feel and let it out, or-" She paused as she raised the cup up to *yn*'s face. "You can get trashed with me and forget all about stupid boys."

*yn* raised a brow, not missing the hint of bitterness in Caroline's voice. It sounded a little bit too personal to just be about Damon. She decided to let it go however, as her eyes flickered down to the red solo cup and then back at Caroline.

"Make it a double."

Caroline's grin widened, "now you're sounding like my best friend."

*yn* watched as she eagerly poured extra into her cup, internally wincing at how free handed she was being with the liquor.

"To being hot and getting drunk." Caroline toasted once she'd handed *yn* her drink.

"To being hot and getting drunk." *yn* echoed, clinking their cups together before pressing it to her lips. She winced as the liquor burned her throat. She definitely had not missed that feeling.

"Ugh, speak of the devil."

*yn* followed Caroline's gaze behind her shoulder. She twisted around to see Elena and Damon making their way down the stairs.

Damon was dressed in black jeans and a blue button down with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. He looked annoyingly hot, as usual.

The pair hadn't spotted them yet as Caroline and *yn* made their way through the crowd towards them.

"Happy birthday!" Her and Caroline chorused as they reached them.

"You look amazing." *yn* grinned as she pulled her other best friend in for a tight hug.

"Thank you, so do you. The red is hot." Elena chuckled as they pulled away from each other.

*yn* could feel Damon's eyes on her but kept her focus on Elena.

"You like?" Caroline asked her, gesturing to the party around them.

"I-" Elena cut herself off as she glanced around the room. "This is keeping it small?"

Caroline didn't answer her, instead shooting her an innocent smile.

Elena couldn't fight the grin spreading across her lips as she let out a dramatic and defeated huff, "what are we drinking?"

Caroline giggled and gripped Elena's arm and tugged her towards the drinks table.

*yn* watched them go, feeling Damon's eyes still on her. Caroline's words echoed in her head. She was right. Just because she had feelings doesn't mean she had to act weird or let it get to her. He was still her friend, first and foremost. There was no reason to change how she was around him.

She took a breath and made sure her face was the perfect picture of normalcy before turning around to meet his gaze.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." He answered, his eyes dragging down her front before flicking up to her face.

"Nice dress."

"Thanks, I had help picking it out."

A smirk twitched up onto his lips. "Well, they've got excellent taste. They're a good friend."

Friend. The word stung more than it usually did.

She forced a smile onto her lips, "that they are."

"*yn*! Get over here we're doing birthday shots!" Elena called out to her.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder and nodded before looking back up at Damon.

"Sorry, duty calls." She shrugged innocently.

"Please." He gestured for her to go. It was then that she noticed the bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Don't let me stop you."

She shot him one last grin before making her way towards Elena and Caroline.

Damon's eyes followed her the whole way there.

"I am every parents worst nightmare." Alaric sighed. "I am the chaperone teacher from hell."

"I love high school parties." Damon grinned as he jumped up onto the ledge.

"Isn't Andie supposed to be coming?"

"10 o'clock broadcast, she'll be here in a little bit."

"Uh huh." Ric remarked as he took a deep drink. Damon's brow furrowed as he glanced up from his glass.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"What is what supposed to mean?"

"That little face you just made. Something wrong with Andie?"

"With your fake compelled girlfriend? No not at all." Ric drawled sarcastically.

"Hey it's a complicated dynamic ok."

"Or it's a distraction."

Damon's eyes narrowed even further. "Distraction from what exactly Ric?"

"Hey Mr Saltzman!" A loud voice prevented Ric from answering.

They both glanced up to see a tall, muscular guy approaching them through the door that led into the party. He was wearing a Mystic Falls High varsity jacket.

Damon frowned when he saw a flash of red behind him. He froze mid sip when he saw that flash of red belonged to *yn*'s dress.

"Jake." Alaric nodded in greeting.

Jake came to a stand still in front of them, a wide grin on his face. "*yn* told me you were chaperoning."

Then all eyes were on *yn*, who was now standing beside him. Jake's arm wrapped around her shoulders to pull her against him.

Damon felt something twist inside him.

"Had to see it for myself."

"Here I am." Alaric chuckled awkwardly.

"See I told you!" She giggled as she swayed against him. Her eyes were glassy and cheeks were flushed. A bottle in her hand.

"Badass Mr Saltzman." Jake complimented. It was then that his eyes landed on Damon. Confusion flashed across his features as he tried to place him.

"Oh Jake this is my friend." *yn* introduced, "Damon Salvatore."

Friend. It was what he was to her, the correct title to describe their relationship. But tonight, in front of this guy, it prodded something inside him. Unfurling inside him like a wasp injecting its barbed stinger into his veins.

"Salvatore... oh shit so you own this place?" Jake's eyes lit up in recognition.

"Home sweet home." Damon remarked, unable to hide the annoyance in his voice as he took a deep sip of his bourbon.

"It's dope. Sickest party location for sure." Jake complimented.

"Oi Masters!"

The group turned around to see another boy standing at the precipice of the home. "We're about to start another round, get your ass in here!"

"Beer pong." Jake explained to the group. "I'm the reigning champion." He boasted proudly. Damon rolled his eyes when Jake glanced down at *yn* for a reaction who giggled and patted his chest.

"I didn't realise we were in the presence of such a high performance athlete." He remarked earning a snort from Ric.

The liquor swishing around in Jake's stomach seemed to hinder his ability to pick up on Damon's sarcasm as he looked up and shot him another grin.

"Alright, it was nice meeting you Damon. See you in school Mr Saltzman."

Ric tilted his head in acknowledgement and Damon simply shot him a tight lipped smile.

"See you guys later." *yn* waved before bursting into a fit of giggles as Jake eagerly pulled her back inside.

Damon glanced down. His grip on his glass tightened. Jake's hand was entwined with hers.

Ric glanced between the disappearing couple and Damon.

"Careful buddy, you might break that glass."

"I hate high school jocks." Was all Damon responded with as he drained his drink and immediately reached for the bottle.

"What's his deal anyway?"

"Who? Jake Masters?" Alaric queried. He let out a scoff when Damon inclined his head.

"Uh I don't know, he's the captain of the waterpolo team. Not the greatest at history, thinks he's gods gift to women, the usual." Alaric shrugged.

Damon hummed in response. He swirled his drink in his hand absentmindedly as his eyes fixed on the doorway that *yn* and Jake had disappeared through.

"What time is Andie getting here again?" Ric asked him.

"Damon." Ric repeated after a few moments.

"What?"

Ric tried to hide his amused smirk as he studied his friend. "I said what time is Andie getting here again?"

"Oh uh-" Damon's eyes shifted back to the doorway. "11 or something." He spoke dismissively.

Almost as if they had a mind of his own, his legs pulled him up onto his feet. Unable to fight the pull to head inside anymore, he slammed his glass down. "I'm just going to go grab another drink."

Ric raised a brow and glanced at the nearly full bottle of bourbon placed between them. He smirked in amusement.

"You do that buddy."

"Oops sorry!"

Damon glared as another drunk teenager fumbled into him. He pressed the bottle to his lips and tilted his head back. His brow furrowed when the taste of bourbon didn't reach his tastebuds.

He glanced down and cursed under his breath when he saw it was empty. He tossed it to the ground before promptly plucking another bottle out of the hands of a girl passing him who looked like she was about to puke.

"No no, trust me you don't want this." He stared into her eyes, "you want to go outside and puke your guts out on the grass, not on my expensive leather couch."

He rolled his eyes as she nodded numbly and walked past him. He pressed his body against the wooden support beam, his eyes drifting over the unfamiliar faces.

"If you're looking for *yn*, I last saw her in the stoner den."

He glanced to his left to see Elena standing beside him.

"I wasn't. But thanks for the update." He answered as he pressed the new bottle to his lips.

Elena didn't need to know that he'd spent the last twenty minutes trying to find her and had now given up and decided to sulk in the corner.

"Whatever you say."

His eyes narrowed as he glared down at her. She met his gaze with an innocent smile. He resisted the urge to ask her what she meant by that, because a part of him knew exactly what she was hinting at - which had been exactly what Ric had been hinting at - and that was a conversation he wasn't exactly ready to face.

"Have fun sulking." She patted his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd. He watched her go as he took another gulp. What had started out as a fun night was quickly becoming a chore.

He stiffened when his ears detected a laugh that he knew like the back of his hand. Sure enough, it wasn't long until his eyes fell on *yn*.

He clenched his jaw when he saw that she was following after Jake Masters. He was still holding her hand, and was now leading her towards the centre of the room where a dance floor had formed.

Jake turned to *yn* and leant down, whispering in her ear as he encircled his arms around her waist. She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as the two began to move to the heavy bass.

As Jake moved, a vein in his neck pulsed out. Damon felt the veins stir under his eyes. All he needed was to sink his teeth into that vein and he could rip his head clean-

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you it's rude to stare?"

Damon ripped his eyes away from the couple, turning his steely gaze to Caroline.

"What do you want blondie." He muttered as he turned his attention back to the dance floor.

"Nothing. Just here to remind you that you are in front of hundreds of people so now is not really the time to get your dracula on."

He rolled his eyes, "I'm fine."

"Really? Because to me it looks like you're about to go rip Jake Masters head off."

Damon's gums ached at he mention of his name.

"Don't you have other things to be worried about blondie?" He sneered.

"Not really."

"Not even your little wolf boy getting it on with a leggier version of you over there?"

Caroline followed his gaze to see Tyler and none other than slutty Sophie of all people grinding on each other in the middle of the room. Caroline ground her teeth and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Doesn't bother me." Her voice raised an octave.

"You sure about that? I think that bottle is suffocating." Caroline glanced down and huffed as she loosened the grip on the wine bottle.

"This isn't about me." Caroline hissed as she turned to face him.

"This is about you admitting that seeing Jake and *yn* together is driving you crazy."

"Why would it?"

"Uh gee Damon, I don't know let me think, maybe because you have feelings for her?"

Her words were like a slap in the face. It was the first time anyone had said it out loud. Had dared to voice what they had all been thinking. All of a sudden it felt very real. Very much a possibility that Damon did indeed have feelings for his friend. He felt like the room was closing in on him.

Damon shook his head and forced a chuckle out past his lips, "sorry blondie, but you don't know what you're talking about."

"Really?" She raised her brow, "so that doesn't bother you in the slightest?"

He turned his head and his eyes found *yn*'s figure instantly. His jaw clenched and he pursed his lips.

She had turned around to press her back against Jake's. His hands were roaming her side, brushing the red fabric higher up her thighs. He was placing kisses along her neck and muttering into her ear which was making her giggle.

That single wasp inside him had now spawned into a hive, stinging him from the inside out. Right then and there, he could have ripped the heads off every single person in this room. Tear them limb from limb. Anything to get rid of this sick feeling in his stomach.

A feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, perhaps ever.

A feeling you most definitely did not have towards a friend.

"Oh is that Jake Masters with *yn*?" Elena had reappeared beside him.

"Good for her, he's so hot-"

Damon didn't hear anything else after that, because in that moment Jake had leant in and whispered into her ear once more.

"What do you say we go find somewhere quieter to talk?"

His pulse was ringing in his ears, Jake's smarmy voice slithering around in his head. His legs had moved before he had even decided to. Making a beeline for *yn*.

He had no idea what his plan was. All he knew was that if he didn't get her away from his guy, he was going to murder someone. Jealousy had never agreed with him. It made him even uglier than usual.

"I need to talk to you."

*yn* twisted around in Jake's arms, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Damon standing in front of her.

"I'm a little busy."

Damon glared at Jake behind her before his eyes flickered down to her.

"It's important."

"I'm sure it can wait." She shot back.

Jake glanced between them, his brow furrowing as he tried to understand what was going on.

"Jake-" Damon began as he locked eyes with the teenager. "Why don't you go do us proud and win another beer pong championship." He cocked his head and grinned, "and don't come back."

Jake's eyes clouded over momentarily, before he blinked and his eyes focused on *yn*.

"Will do!" Jake grinned.

"Damon!" *yn* protested. It was futile as Jake's hands slipped from around her waist. They watched as he marched towards the kitchen with a determined pace.

"What the hell." She growled as she glared up at him. "I was having fun."

"Of course you were, who wouldn't be with the reigning beer pong champion of Mystic Falls." Damon drawled as he gripped her elbow and dragged her through the crowd.

"I wasn't planning on marrying the guy." She snapped back as he led her up the stairs. "He's hot, it's a party. You do the math."

He gritted his teeth at her answer as he guided her into his bedroom.

"You're drunk."

She huffed as she stormed into the centre of the room.

He shut the door. The noise from the party underneath them was immediately dampened. Now only a dull roar, background noise that occasionally seeped in through the floorboards.

"I don't want you making a decision you'll regret tomorrow."

She inhaled sharply before swivelling around to face him. Her fists clenched at her sides.

"That's not your decision to make."

"You're right. It's not." He nodded as he stalked towards her, "but I'm the one who's going to have to pick up the pieces if you get hurt."

She let out a bark of laughter. "Get hurt? I was dancing with him not running off to get eloped."

"Well we all know where it was heading."

Her eyes narrowed at his response.

"Last time I checked you're my friend, not my parent."

Friend. There it was again. That one little noun that was causing so much heartache. So much turmoil inside him.

*yn* knew she should leave it at that. But anger and liquor never mixed well inside her. And she was hurt and confused. All she had wanted to do was distract herself from him and her feelings, yet now it seemed like she couldn't escape him.

Now she felt like she was going crazy because if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn he was jealous.

"Don't you have anything better to do? Isn't your girlfriend supposed to be here?"

Damon didn't miss the way her lips almost curled into a sneer as they formed the word.

"She's working late."

His answer made her stomach drop. Of course they were still together. How stupid could she be to even let herself think for one moment that they might have broken up, that he might-

"Right." She nodded. "Well, I appreciate the whole friend intervention thing or whatever this is." She gestured to him as she took a few steps forward. "But I'm going back to the party."

She had made it all the way past him when she felt his hand curl around her forearm, rooting her in place.

"You seem to be really enjoying using the word 'friend' tonight."

Silence fell over the pair. Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled shakily. She opened her eyes once more and stared at the closed door. She could feel Damon's eyes burning holes in the back of her head.

His hand was yet to leave her bare arm.

"Well that's what you are."

She remembered Caroline's words as she tried to control her nerves. She exhaled as she tried to calm her beating heart as she turned to face him.

"Right?"

She kept her gaze defiant and determined as they locked eyes. He searched her eyes, seemingly looking for something in particular.

"I don't know." He began as he took a step toward her.

His ring band was burning into her skin. Her heart hammered.

"Do friends get the urge to rip the heads off arrogant jocks who touch their other friends?"

*yn* swallowed as she held his gaze. Her mind was going at a million miles an hour. She could barely process what was happening.

"Do friends feel physically ill when they hear the word friend being used to describe their relationship?"

Another step forward. His piercing green eyes flickered down to her lips and then back to her eyes.

"Damon-"

She cut herself off as Damon's hand cradled the side of her face. His teeth captured his bottom lip as his eyes once again fell to her mouth. The pad of his thumb glided over her bottom lip.

"I don't think I want to be your friend anymore *yn*." He murmured, his voice causing goosebumps to rise on the back of her neck.

"In fact, I don't think I've hated the word as much as I do right now." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against hers.

The alcohol running through her veins was clouding her reasoning, not even giving her a chance to think about Andie or Jake, or what the implications of this in the morning would be.

But in that moment, she didn't care. All she could think about was the smell of his cologne invading her senses and the feeling of his fingers running along her hot skin. About how desperate she was to have his mouth on hers.

All it took was the slightest tilt of *yn*'s chin to connect their lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he finally let go of her arm to bring his other hand up to her cheek, cupping her face in his hands.

Their lips moved in sync as she pressed herself against him, nearly letting out a moan at the feeling. Her hands threaded themselves through his hair as he moved one hand to ensnare her waist. His hand travelled down just as she-

"They're kissing!" The muffled voice on the other side of the door made them pull apart in surprise. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Caroline?" *yn* asked as Damon ran a hand over her lower back. Damon nodded.

"And Elena."

*yn* let out a breathy laugh as she turned back to look up at him.

"Moment ruined?" He asked, a rare smile spreading across his lips as he studied her.

"Kinda." She grinned back as she leant up to capture his lips in another kiss.

They pulled apart after a few moments, pressing their foreheads together as they caught their breaths.

"I have to say *yln*." Damon murmured, a smirk twisting up onto his lips.

"I love not being your friend."

I love this fic, it's been so long since I've just done a stand alone fic!!! As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please give it back here x

#damon salvatore #the vampire diaries #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore fanfiction #damon salvatore oneshot #damon salvatore smut #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore imagines #damon salvatore x oc #damon imagine #damon x reader #damon oneshot #damon imagines #the vampire diaries damon #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries oneshot #the vampire diaries fanfiction #tvd #tvd imagine #tvd imagines #tvd oneshot #tvd fanfiction

[shadesslut]

me and the devil

Pairing: (Black-Swan!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Angst)

Summary: h̵̶̥̳͈̱̪̣̰̭̑͌̍́ḙ̵̢͓̬̺̪̰̭̮̖̹͍̥̦̰̺̺̠̝̽̅̏͜l̋̇̎ͦ͐͌̔͒ͭ̃͑̉҉̨̨͏̣̪̗̠̭͚p̱̳͚͖̙̬̤͈̠͐ͦ̇̐̏ͣͮ̂̾͐̄̂͊͌̔̄̎̇͂̀͘͜ ̶̵̷̞̠̯̗̯͍̔͗̇̿̀ͭ̌m̷̢̢̨̩͕̤͙̠͕͓͎͓̥̟͙͕̞̗͙̯͇͋̀̐̽ͯ̉̆̍͑͆̀ͯ̍ͦ̏ͯ̚eͪ͂̈́͆̈ͦͪ̿̐̓ͬ̓̽̉̏̐̓͜҉̢͚̦̦̫̳̫͔̯͓͘

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Ethan’s childhood was somber to the average person. He had an…alright relationship with his father, same with his brother. His sister never bothered him. His mom however, was the one who Ethan loved the most. Restless nights of Ethan waking up from nightmares when he was younger, his mom would lay with him in bed. She’d play with his hair as his tears stained her shirt, and she would sing to him. Ethan would forget about the dreams, until he had them again. And it became a never ending cycle of his mom rushing to his room upon hearing his cries. 

Ethan was diagnosed bipolar when he was thirteen. His mom cried on the drive home. That day was the only day his father didn’t yell at him. It was actually one of Ethan’s favorite days he’s had. His mom took him and his sister to the park that afternoon. The three of them had a picnic, and Ethan finally thought things were going to be okay. 

His mom moved out two weeks after, and took his sister with her. That night she left Ethan, left him to fend for himself, he started to hear the voices.

—

“Ethan, what room are you in?” His father asked, voice lacing with annoyance. He held two large cardboard boxes in his arms as he peeked over the top. They were currently in the lobby of Ethan’s dorm building, and Ethan’s nerves boiling up as more people entered the building. 

Ethan scrolled through his email on his phone. “Uhh,” He trailed off. His father huffed impatiently. “Three-fifteen, we have to go to the third floor.” 

Ethan followed nervously after his dad up the stairs, playing with the zipper of his jacket. They had just moved from California, and Ethan already missed the smallness of his hometown. He knocked softly on the old wooden door to his room. After a few moments of no answer, Ethan’s dad nudged Ethan to the side as he kicked on the door rapidly. 

He heard shuffled noises come from the room, and was met with an athletic boy who was a tad shorter than him. He wore a gray Ice Cube shirt, black Nike shorts, and slides. He looked the complete opposite of Ethan, sociable, muscular, confident. Ethan gulped. “You must be Chad, I’m-”

“Ethan! Nice to meet you, roomie!” Chad greeted Ethan brightly as he pulled him into a one arm embrace. Ethan stumbled as Chad hugged him. Chad gave him a smile as he pulled back, and quickly changed his demeanor once he saw Ethan’s father. He stuck his hands out. “Sorry sir, I didn’t see you. Do you need a hand?” 

He dryly laughed. “I’m fine, son,” He said, finally stepping into the room and setting the boxes on Ethan’s side of the room. He turned around to meet with Chad again, and he held out his hand. “Wayne.”

Chad took his hand in a firm handshake and introduced himself, and Ethan could already tell his father liked Chad more than him. On Chad’s side of the room, football trophies and NFL posters were decorated. This is gonna be interesting.

Wayne had finally left for work, and Ethan hung up his own decorations. Chad was sprawled out on his bed, phone in hand as he held it up over his face. Music softly played from Ethan’s CD player. A knock rapped on the door, causing Ethan’s head to turn. Immediately, Chad stood up and jogged to the door. He swung the door open, and Ethan saw two girls for a split second before Chad slammed the door again. He turned to Ethan, hand still on the doorknob. 

“You cool if my friends come in?” He asked.

Ethan smiled and nodded, and as soon as Chad turned around Ethan scurried to hide anything that would potentially embarrass him. He hid his childhood stuffed animal and put his Star Wars figure in his drawer. “Asshole,” He heard a girl grumble. He turned around to see a girl that looked similar to Chad in the face slapping her hand against Chad’s chest. Siblings, he deducted. Another girl followed behind, more feminine than the first. She was shorter and had jet-black hair. 

“Shut up, Mindy.” Chad groaned. “This is Ethan by the way,” 

Ethan nervously rubbed his palms on his jeans before awkwardly waving. Mindy lifted up an eyebrow before giving him an amused smile. “I’m Mindy, Chad’s sister.” 

“Twin.” Chad corrected.

“Shut up dingus.” 

Chad stuck his tongue out at her. “This is Tara,” He said, gesturing to the other girl. Tara smiled sweetly at him, and Ethan flushed a little. 

She stuck her hand out, her nails perfectly manicured. “Nice to meet you.” 

Ethan nervously shook her hand. “N-Nice to meet you too.” She giggled as she pulled away. Chad looked between the two of them, before clapping his hands together. 

“Okay, now that you guys have seen my place, can we go eat now?” He asked the two girls. Ethan suddenly felt left out, but he secretly was excited to have the dorm to himself. He wanted to soak in the fact he didn’t live with his father anymore. 

“Yes Chad,” Tara laughed. She looked at Ethan. “Do you wanna come?” 

“Oh! Um, I don’t know,” 

“Come on dude, we can get to know each other more.” Chad encouraged him as he placed both hands on Ethan’s shoulders. Before Ethan knew it, he was walking along the sidewalk with three strangers. His hands were in his pockets, and he stared down at the concrete as he walked. 

They stopped at a small sandwich shop not too far from campus. The three waited to go in, standing outside by a small table. 

“What are we waiting for?” Ethan asked. 

“We’re waiting for our other friends to get here.” Tara answered, not looking up from her phone. 

Minutes passed as they waited. Chad tried to make smalltalk with Ethan, and Ethan tried but he was just too anxious. It looked like Chad knew this, so he just continued to rant. As Chad talked, Ethan’s eyes wandered, and his attention was caught by a girl. She walked with two other girls, smiling as she hooked her arms with one of them. Whatever topic Chad was talking about, Ethan completely forgot it as he stared at her. 

He was captivated by her, her posture straight, like she wasn’t afraid of anything. She was dressed confidentially; a navy tank top, low-rise jeans. She knew when to show enough skin and when to stop, teasing every guy that would look at her. And suddenly, her eyes met his. Her smile didn’t go away. It looked like, no, they weren’t walking to him. What are the chances? Mindy excitedly ran up to one of the girls, pulling her into a hug. 

“Get a room you two,” Tara joked as she made a disgusted face at the two girls. Mindy flipped her off as she kissed her. 

“Guys this is Ethan, my roommate.” Chad said as he swung an arm over Ethan’s shoulders. Her eyes flicked to his. “This is Sam, Tara’s sister, Anika, and Y/N.”  

He awkwardly smiled at her, already sounding out her first name with his last name. Ethan has had his share of crushes throughout his life. He knew how much he’d get obsessive over them, how much he’d try to learn everything about. He was always scared of what he’d do. 

Chad led the girls inside, leaving Ethan to be in the back. He watched the back of Y/N’s head as she walked. As they stood in line, Ethan tried desperately to search in his brain to find a topic to talk about with her. She beat him to it. 

“So where are you from Ethan?” She asked him. Chad and Tara were ordering, and the others were too engrossed in their conversation to notice the two. 

“California.” Ethan responded. 

Her eyes lit up, and she tapped Ethan’s chest with the back of her hand. “No shit, us too! Well not Anika, what part?” Ethan blushed at the contact, and all of the sudden he forgot where he was from. 

“U-Uh, I’m just outside of Sonoma County.” 

“You’re shitting me,” Y/N laughed. Ethan shook his head. “Ethan, I think you and I are going to be good friends.” 

—

Slowly, Ethan’s nerves started to fade away as he talked to the group. Never in his life did he think he’d be able to be friends with the type of people they were, but he honestly fit in their group well. 

Chad and Mindy seemed the same, both hard headed, secure in their own opinions and actions. Ethan got along with Chad, he didn’t know if it was because he was the only other guy, but he was grateful for it. He didn’t really get along with Mindy. 

Anika was sweet, so was Tara. Tara had a little more sassiness in her, but other than that she was nice to Ethan. Sam was weary, cautious of Ethan. She was the oldest in the group, so Ethan was mostly intimidated by her. 

He got along the most with Y/N. She had made sure to include Ethan in the conversation, and she would give him a comforting look everytime she noticed Ethan stayed quiet. 

“You okay?” She softly whispered. She tilted her head at him, blocking the rest of the group from him. 

He slightly nodded and gave her an unassuring smile. 

“I know they’re a lot sometimes, but they’re cool. I was intimidated by them when I first met them.” That made Ethan feel better. If she felt that way before and was able to be so comfortable around them now, maybe there was a chance Ethan could get to that point. 

“I’m just homesick, that’s all.” Ethan whispered back. She nodded understandingly. 

Ethan played with the salad he ordered with his fork. A part of him wanted to stay, especially to talk to her, but he could already feel himself start to become tired and annoyed. He wanted to lay in his bed and read. 

“Hey, what time do you think we’re leaving?” Ethan asked Chad. “I just still have to unpack.” 

Chad wiped his mouth with a napkin as he swallowed his bite. “We’re about to leave.” 

A man that looked around his mid-twenties walked in the shop, and Ethan noticed him looking at him. He was brunet, his hair a little darker than Ethan’s and was short. A beat up baseball cap sat on his head, the back of his hair sticking out. He wore a green flannel and blue jeans, he looked like the exact type of guy Ethan would avoid. 

He eyed him as he continued to stare, and he suddenly walked towards him. Ethan started panicking internally, reaching over to tap on Y/N’s shoulder before the man walked past him and hugged Y/N from behind. 

She jumped in surprise, but smiled once she saw him. She turned her body around to hug him back, and Ethan was more confused than ever. 

“Lucas, my man!” Chad greeted the man happily. Chad dapped him up, and he scooted his seat over to allow Lucas to pull up a chair next to Y/N. Lucas slid his chair up to the table and leaned over to kiss Y/N on the cheek. 

“How have you been?” Chad asked him. 

“Fine, fucking work is gonna kill me. Did y’all already move in?” Ethan noticed his southern accent, and internally cringed. Lucas flipped his wrist over, checking a watch that cost more than Ethan’s rent. 

“Oh! This is Ethan,” Y/N put her hand on Ethan’s shoulder. Lucas bent forward to look at him, and he raised hand up to greet him. 

“I-I’m Chad’s roommate.” Ethan stammered nervously. 

Lucas nodded and gave him a tight-lipped smile. And just like that, Ethan was ignored by the rest of the group. 

Quietly, he ate his food, and he kept his head down. Thoughts clouded his mind as he blocked out their voices. Whispers, growls, echoed through his head. His vision was blurry.  The coolness of the back of the plastic seat he sat on sent chills up his back, as if he had just sat down. Flavors popped in his mouth from his food, as if he had first taken a bite. But he hadn’t just taken his first bite, he had been eating it, hadn’t he? Sweat dripped down his neck, his back arched involuntarily, and Ethan didn’t quite feel himself at that moment. 

If you had asked Ethan to tell you what happened after that, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Sure, he went home after, maybe unpacked a few things, but that was all he could remember. 

Maybe he changed into a different pair of clothes, maybe it was only ketchup stains on his discarded shirt from his lunch. Maybe the severed hand that wore Lucas’ watch in Ethan’s closet wasn’t his doing. Maybe, just maybe, the dark, evil expression his reflection gave him wasn’t real. 

Ethan, standing still, with a look of horror on his face as he watched his reflection mimic his movements. His reflection had its head tilted downwards, giving Ethan an ungodly smile. Its lips moved, and it mumbled lowly. Ethan recognized the voice; he recognized it from the night his mother left. 

“Who are y-you?” Ethan whispered. 

A deep laugh bubbled out of it. And Ethan regretted asking. 

“I’m you.”

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #ghostface x reader #ethan kirsch #chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #mindy meeks martin #horror

[harlowsbby]

Love Sick

- It’s a good thing the two of you broke up. - Annie.

- I agree with Annie, now you can focus on yourself! - Maddie

- he was an asshole anyways! he didn’t even try to fight for you! - Megan

You rolled your eyes as you finished reading a few messages you had gotten from your friends. Tossing your phone somewhere on your bed you rolled yourself up in your covers and sighed.

You missed Jack and you missed him dearly, even though you knew deep down that this breakup with him might’ve been the best move you couldn’t help but to feel as if it wasn’t.

You haven’t seen him since you left Louisville that night, but you figured he left you with no choice right? He didn’t bother coming back home that night so you took that as his answer.

You knew all the two of you needed was a single conversation and maybe just a little motivation but as of right now you were going on your first week without him, and truthfully you missed him.

Just as you were about to close your eyes and try and sleep away the heartache your phone started buzzing again.

“Fuck what do they want now.” You groaned and unraveled yourself from your blankets and went to get your phone to place it on dnd till you saw who the message was from.

Urban

- you down to fly out to Louisville?

————— —— time skip———————-

“Jack, dude get up! You look like someone who just got their heartbroken or some shit.” Ace told Jack which caused Urban to elbow him into the side.

“Ouch, what the hell was that for?” Ace groaned and held his side.

“He did get his heartbroken you dummy he just needs to go through all the different types of emotions I guess.” Urban said.

Jack hasn’t been doing all that well ever since the two of you broke up, he knew just leaving you that night was wrong on his end but he didn’t know what to do, he was tired of the fussing and fighting.

“Can you two just let me be? Let me be heartbroken in peace.” He groaned and pulled the blanket back over himself.

“Sorry but we can’t do that, tonight is the last show for No Place Like Home Tour so I need you to get up and go get ready for rehearsals dude.” Urban sternly stated.

Urban hated seeing Jack like this and he hated that Jack had to push his feelings to the side, but he had one last show to put on.

“What if I just cancel tonight? And give all the fans their money back yeah I think that’s a good idea.” Ace rolled his eyes. “The Jack I know wouldn’t do that, you hate letting your fans down so get up and let’s go.”

Jack knew they were right the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint his fans that traveled long and far to see him.

“Fine, but after tonight just let me listen to my Drake and be heartbroken in peace?” Ace laughed. “Whatever you say boss.” Ace and Jack walked outside to the sprinter, Urban had told them that he’d be out there in a second.

Urban did a double look around making sure everyone was gone before taking out his phone and texting you.

Y/N

- you down to fly out to Louisville?

Not even a few seconds after he sent the message you had texted him back.

Y/N

- call me…

He looked around once more and once he saw the coast was clear he called you. “Urban? Why do you want me to fly out to Louisville?”

“Jack misses you okay and I know you miss him.”

“But we broke up Urban I don’t think I should fly out there, nothing is going to change.” He huffed.

“You don’t know unless you try I want the two of you to talk and figure things out, please I need my friends back together.”

You bit your lip and thought about it, maybe if the two of you did talk it out maybe just maybe someone good could benefit from tonight.

“Alright fine just let me know where to meet you at.”

“At his show tonight I’ll let security know you’re coming in.” You nodded your head even though he wouldn’t be able to see you. “I’ll see you soon?”

“I’ll see you soon Urban.” You hung up the phone and flopped back into your bed.

“What am I getting myself into.” You mumbled to yourself.

———————time skip———————

The entire plane ride you were on ten, your nerves we’re all over the place and your anxiety was on hundred.

You tried distracting yourself by playing games on your phone or taking a little nap here and there but your mind kept drifting off to the last time you spoke to Jack.

Flashback.

“Talk to me Y/N.” You continued to ignore him causing Jack to sigh.

“Can we act like adults here and talk? This whole ignoring me game is childish as hell Y/N.”

“What do you want to talk about? Because every time I wanted to talk you just brushed me off and acted like you couldn’t be bothered.” You spat.

“Please let’s just talk I wanna resolve this.” You chuckled bitterly. “Okay so who is she? Because what from I’m hearing you’re everywhere with her.”

Lately Jack has been going out super later and coming home super later and of course it was starting to worry you. You’ve been cheated on before and you’d be dammed if you stuck around and allowed yourself to be cheated on again.

Instead of waiting around the house all day you decided to follow Jack to see where he’d be, just to find him having some sort of dinner or lunch with his supposedly ‘long time friend’

“She’s a friend I knew from high school and we’re just catching up on lost time.” You rolled your eyes.

“If that’s the case why couldn’t you tell me about her? Why do you have to sneak around.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You chuckled dryly.

“Not that big of a deal? You know what I’ve been through before and I’m your girlfriend so what makes you think this isn’t a big deal.” You yelled out.

“See this is why I have to sneak around behind your back because you make everything into a big deal, maybe if you weren’t so insecure within yourself I wouldn’t have to keep shit private.” He spat.

“What did you say?” You spoke your voice barley above a whisper. “I said maybe if you weren’t so insecure I wouldn’t have to keep shit from you.” He repeated again without hesitation.

“Maybe if I’m so damn insecure you should just leave then, I wouldn’t want you to be with someone who was insecure.”

You expected for Jack to come over to you and to apologize and make things right but he didn’t, he did the complete opposite.

“Maybe you’re right I think that is for the best.” And that was the last time you saw him.

Flashback over.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” The flight attendant smiled at you and brought you out of your daze.

“Oh right I’m sorry.” You quickly apologized and got up and grabbed your bags. You sent Urban a text letting him know you just landed.

He sent you a text back letting you know to just have the driver take you to the arena and he’ll have security waiting in the back to take your bags to the hotel.

“Here goes nothing.” You sighed and leaned back into the seat of the car, the entire car ride there you couldn’t help but to think about what was going to happen or what was going to be said.

“Jack let’s go it’s time!” Nemo told him and Jack made his way to the back of the stage.

Jack was trying to focus on tonight being a good night but he missed you and wanted you here with him, he felt guilty the way things ended with the two of you.

“You ready?” Urban told him and Jack gave him a half smile. “Not really but shows gotta go on right?”

Urban so baldy wanted to tell Jack that you were here and that tonight was going to end well but he had to keep it a secret.

“By tonight I’m sure you’ll be in a better mood.” Jack rolled his eyes. “I highly doubt it but come on let’s get tonight over with.”

After the show Jack made his way backstage to where everyone cheered and congratulated him on a great tour.

He was thankful for everyone in the room but all he wanted to do was get back to the hotel.

“Where are you going so fast?” He stopped walking when he heard that familiar voice. Turning around he was met by you.

“Y/N?” He whispered as if he was dreaming. You smiled and nodded your head. “Hi Jack.” Before you were able to say anything else he was making his way towards you and pulling you into his embrace.

“I fucking missed you so much you have no idea.” He spoke, a few tears forming in his eyes.

“I missed you too Jack, I’m sorry for ever doubting you, Maggie told me that your friend well let’s just say she doesn’t exactly like guys.” Jack laughed and pulled back from you.

“I’m sorry for what I said it was wrong of me, forgive me?”

“I’ll forgive you under one condition?” He grinned. “What condition is that?” You smirked which caused Jack to have a look of worry.

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“And your total will be $300 dollar and 34 cents.” The cashier smiled up at Jack who had a frown displayed on his face.

“Are you sure it’s that much? I mean what the hell did you even buy babe.” Jack asked and looked down at your small Sephora bag.

“I only got the necessities babe.” You told him even though you knew full on well you were lying through your teeth.

“Fine, here you go.” Jack handed the lady the card and she swiped it without any hesitation. Once she handed Jack his card back the two of you were out the store.

“So where are we going now?” You asked him as you looked around all the different shops at the mall, you looked like a kid in a candy store.

“What? I thought we were done baby?” He panicky asked. “Done?” You huffed. “You broke my heart remember? You owe me a shopping spree.”

Jack groaned as you dragged him along he knew by the end of the day that his feet along with his bank account was going to be hurting.

(Idk about this 😭 I rewrote this about three times but I hope you all enjoy it!)

(Also idk how to make gifs so I just added a piece from the music video 🧍🏽‍♀️😭)

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[fourstarsoutofnine]

To get away.

chapter two; Breathing out, and to the inn.

Warnings:purposeful cliffhanger ;P

You’d been walking for miles and miles, for hours on end, and you were starting to grow very weary because of it. There wasn’t a town in sight and the champion’s sheikah slate was doing nothing to help—seeing as this wasn’t his Hyrule. You’d all been trying to make your way to higher ground to get a good vantage point on the lay of the land, but it felt like if you took another ten steps, your legs would give out. Your pulse was higher than it usually was, and your chest burned from the heavy breathing.

“Yap city…” the veteran mumbled just low enough for you to not hear. The traveler, however, did hear and that earned the veteran an elbow to the side.

“Be nice. She’s struggling. Not everyone is as in shape as we are, we’ve spent our whole lives adventuring. It’s clear she hasn’t.” He whispered, sounding frustrated with the veteran and his untrusting jabs towards you.

The vet took a deep breath and sighed. Despite being deeply wary of you, he made his way over to walk beside you. “You good?”

You looked over, still huffing and puffing. You nodded, not trusting your lungs to push any more air out than necessary.

“You don’t seem it. Need a break?” He asked, even if he wanted to keep moving. As much as he didn’t trust you, the others wanted to help you and that more than outweighed his opinion.

You looked at Him for a few seconds before nodding and stopping. He called the others to a halt and you leaned against a tree, sinking down. The rancher brought you a canteen of water, which you graciously took and leaned your head against the tree after drinking some. You took a deep sigh and tried to regulate your breathing again.

“Boy, you really aren’t from here, are you?” The sailor looked at you with his head cocked to the side. You shook your head and huffed a tired laugh.

“That’s becoming far more apparent as the day goes on, isn’t it?” You joked dryly.

“Sure is… take your time though! We can wait.” The sailor sat beside you. You smiled softly, feeling a little less like a burden. If anything, this meant they could rest as well.

“The sailor’s right, we have time. There’s enough daylight left, and the rancher said his wolf found a town in the direction we’re traveling, so it shouldn’t be too long before we find it.” The old man said, bringing you even more peace. That peace left when you looked around at them and saw how annoyed the veteran looked. You quickly looked away.

The Vet, however, looked over at you when you averted your gaze. He sighed, giving you the ghost of a sympathetic look. As much as he didn’t trust you, he knew he couldn’t find it in himself to be rude to you—not directly, anyway. He watched the traveler walk up to you and kneel beside you, asking if you were alright or needed anything. He asked if you were hurt, and the Veteran felt just a twinge of jealousy. The traveler was like a little brother to him—they were best friends. Seeing him be so attentive to you sent a pain right through him. He looked away, crossing his arms.

“Are you sure you’re alright? I can heal you if you need…” the traveler smiled nervously.

“Absolutely, honey. I’m fine…” you smiled softly, placing your hands on his. He flushed red and nodded.

“Alright, as long as you think so…”

After a few more minutes of rest, you stood and assured the chain you’d be fine to continue. You all walked for another hour or so and entered town the town. It was a beautiful little tow, with lanterns hung up everywhere that lit the path as the sun set.

The chain split up, some going to speak to the townsfolk, and others going to buy resources. You went with the old man, the captain, the rancher and the traveler to check into the inn. There were enough rooms, but you’d have to bunk with someone. You weren’t sure who’d that be, but honestly, you weren’t too concerned with it at the moment. You quickly went up the stairs, your body growing heavier with each step. You entered one of the empty rooms and collapsed on the bed, kicking your shoes off as you slowly drifted to sleep. A little while later, you heard the door open and shut again, and heard someone light the lantern in the room..

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[goldlockets-and-redwine]

That Time of The Month - Touya Todoroki x Reader

Authors Note: I am on my period and the only thing keeping me sane is writing this. Reader is gender neutral in this fic.

Word count: 889

Summary: Touya takes care of his partner on their period.

Content Warning: Some cursing, reader has a uterus, that's it. Just fluff.

Waking up to the obnoxious ringtone my new boyfriend picked for himself was not in my plans on this fine Saturday morning. Well, afternoon. It took a moment of feeling through the sheets to finally find the damn thing and my thumb quickly found the “Answer” button.

“Good afternoon doll face,” Touya’s voice immediately came through. I rubbed my face with my free hand. I gave him a grumble in response. The dull ache in my lower back wormed its way to the front of my attention. “You alright? I know you said last night that you started.”

“Yeah, I’m okay, I think. Just in a bit of pain.”

“Well, that’s no good. Come let me in doll.”

Suddenly I am very awake. “Touya! You can’t see me like this! I just woke up and I feel gross as fuck.” I sit upright and wince as pain shoots up my back.

“Don’t make me pick the lock. Let me in please.”

“Fine just give me a second.” I hung up without giving him time to answer. My legs feel heavy as I swing them over the side of the bed. I quickly make my way to the bathroom and wet my toothbrush, shoving it in my mouth and brushing my teeth as quick as I can get away with.

I pad my way to the front door to my small apartment and open the door. “Touya?” Is all I can get out as I see my favorite coffee order in his tattooed hand along with what looks like a grocery bag ready to break apart. “Hey Doll, took you too long.” He smirked as he looked down at me. For some reason, this combination of seeing my favorite drink and my favorite blue eyes at the same time must’ve been the most beautiful thing in the world to me. The floodgates let loose. My vision blurs and it’s almost comical how my tears fall like a literal waterfall. Touya’s face instantly switched from downright handsome devil to panicked.

“Oh fuck, oh what the fuck, (Y/N) what happened? I’m sorry, did I do that?” He shuffled his way past me, plopped everything on the kitchen counter, and instantly turned back and embraced me. “Hey, it’s okay doll. I’m sorry for showing up like this. I wanted to surprise you.” His hand rubbed soothing circles over my back.

“It’s okay,” I sniffled, “I just wasn’t expecting it. You’re such a sweetheart. You didn’t have to do this for me.”

“I want to make you feel comfortable. I know you have a hard time with your period. I don’t get it, but I figured I should do something for you. I got a few things.” He did a smooth spin now holding my favorite drink in hand and passed it to me. I took a long, savoring sip. I’m sure the look on my face was equal to that of an orgasm because when I opened my eyes again Touya’s cheeks were tinted pink. Maybe it was just the embarrassment of him actually being sweet to someone. Who knows? “I also brought you some tampons and pads. I wasn’t sure what size cat you got but I figured you might need some.” He quirked his brow as I huffed a small laugh at the comment. “The other stuff can wait for later.”

My brows pinched together as that ache made its way back to the front of my mind. I refuse to let these cramps interrupt this sweet moment. My arms snaked around Touya’s neck as I stood on my tip toes. Unfortunately, my body had other plans because right before our lips met a jolt of pain shot up my back causing me to fall back to the flats of my feet. I nestled my face in his chest and gasped.

“Woah, woah Dollface! You alright?” I nodded lightly with my eyes squeezed tight. “No, you aren’t. Come on let’s get you in bed.” With a quick movement I was whisked up bridal style and being carried back down my hallway. It was just a moment before he was placing me on my bed and he was covering me in my blanket.

“Are you for real tucking me in? I’m not dying you know. If you’re making me lay in bed all day, then you better join me.”

“Of course, why did you think I showed up?” There was that dumb smirk again. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So what movie we watchin?” After picking the first remotely interesting thing on Netflix, Touya disappeared down the hall for a moment. He reemerged holding the bag again quickly dumping the contents on the bed in front of me. “Period’s make you hungry right?”

The snacks that covered my bed instantly had me salivating. Chocolate, candy, chips, and a few other little sugary snacks took hold of my attention. “T,” I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. “Just get in the bed.” Touya did just that.

The rest of the day was filled with cuddling, movies, snacks, and Touya muttering sweet nothings while I cried way too hard during the sad parts of the movies. At the end of the day I looked into those blue eyes again wondering what I did to deserve such a man.

Thank you for reading!

This is my first time writing fanfiction please be nice or I'll cry.

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[shubblelive]

— SOURCE MATERIAL

summary : tommy’s plan to get you and wilbur back together doesn’t work. fortunately, you don’t need it. a quiet christmas party, joni mitchell and a little bit of alcohol works just fine.

genre : fluff with some angst peppered here and there

warnings : mentions of a breakup, alcohol/drinking (one mention of being drunk in the past, no one’s drunk in the fic), swearing, very minor panic attack, tommy being a little shithead

pairing : cc!wilbur x ex girlfriend!reader

pronouns : she/her

featuring : cc!wilbur soot, cc!tommyinnit (tommy and will are the only creators with dialogue),cc!phil + kristin (mentioned), cc!ranboo (mentioned), cc!tubbo (mentioned), cc!james marriott (mentioned), cc!aimsey (mentioned)

word count : 4.3k

note : christmas fic christmas fic christmas fic!!! december is one of my favourite times of the year and suddenly i am so inspired like i haven’t written anything in ages but december rolls around and boom here’s a 4k wilbur fic. thank you to carrie for letting me yell at her about this fic.

it wasn’t unusual for tommy to call you and ask for a ride home. he would catch an uber somewhere and sometimes he’d go to book one home and the nearest car would be over an hour away, so if his parents were busy he turned to the next best thing; his siblings. 

the internet was well aware of the younger boy’s habit of adopting older creators as family members. phil and kristin were his parents, and you and wilbur were his older siblings, and you were more than happy to give him lifts whenever you were free. 

“can you come pick me up?”

“hello to you too, tommy.” you had just ended your stream, and were processing the footage for editing to go on your youtube channel. “where are you?”

“i’m about twenty minutes from your place, i can text you the address.” tommy answered. “please?”

you were already putting on your coat. “alright, send me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

“you’re a life-saver, atom,” tommy said. you huffed at the nickname, given to you because “you barely matter” as tom had joked one afternoon a few months ago. before you could respond, he had hung up.

“shithead,” you pocketed your phone and bent down to tie your laces. your phone vibrated in your pocket, probably tommy with the address. you pulled it out one handed as you tightened your shoes. without looking, you copied the address into google maps and pressed enter, putting it on your dashboard mount. 

it should have clicked when you passed the dive bar you used to frequent. it should have clicked when you passed the corner shop.  it should have clicked when you passed the ginger stray you used to pet on your walk to the corner shop. perhaps you were in denial, but you didn’t register where you were until you were parked in front of the building.

you were nervous when you’d first moved in there. you had lived in the same shitty flat since uni, and when wilbur had tentatively asked you to to move in with him you had your doubts. not because you didn’t love will, no that was the least of your issues. you just didn’t want to step on his toes, it was his place after all. you were hesitant to bring your things in, feeling guilty when wilbur’s novels were moved to make room for your plants, when he had to install another rack to hold all your shoes, when you had come home from the bakery and found wilbur had swapped out his sheets for a set of yours. but over time, wilbur had eased you into it, and soon it was just as much your place as it was his. 

now it was just his again. it hadn’t been yours for nearly a year, and yet when you pulled into the strip of parking you had to consciously go to the ‘guests’ section. you took your phone off the dock, your knee jumping up and down as you called tommy. he didn’t answer. you texted him. and again. then you called a second time, leaving him a desperate voicemail. fifteen minutes went by and tommy hadn’t even read any of your texts, so you huffed, realising that you were going to have to physically go and retrieve tommy. 

you dug out your key card from the depths of your purse, praying that wilbur didn’t block your card. the light turned green and you breathed a sigh of relief, pushing the door open. in an attempt to make it take longer, hoping and praying that tommy would reply before you reached the third floor. you reached the top of the stairs and sighed, counting to three in your head before knocking. “tom? it’s me!” you knocked again, not wanting mr adams next door to hear your voice and come out to talk to you. he was a nice older man, but you didn’t want to be in this building for a second longer than you had to. “tommy?” you inhaled. “will?”

you heard a muffled voice, and the door swung open in front of you. “tom.” you breathed another sigh of relief. “great. let’s go, i have a video to edit.”

“wait, i have to grab my stuff.” tommy said, and then he was off, and you were alone. 

the first thing that struck you was how the place looked. it was exactly the same as when you had been there. you turned around to the end table behind the door. a few unopened letters, a small wooden bowl, and a small plant. the bowl had been your idea, weeks of wilbur coming to you with “darling, do you know where my keys are?” before you caved and bought it for him. lo and behold, his keyes were nestled inside, spotify code keychain that you had also bought him sitting face up. the plant was new, and you ran a finger over the leaf.

on the couch there was a grey woollen blanket thrown over the back, also yours. though, technically he had bought it. you were the only one who used it, complaining about the cold. as lovely as you thought will’s flat was the heating barely worked. will radiated warmth, both physically and emotionally. 

the entire flat still contained your presence. any random person wouldn’t be able to tell that you hadn’t lived there since you and wilbur broke up. 

“hey.”

you spun around, wilbur smiling sheepishly. “sorry, sorry. would it be awfully cliche if I said I didn’t mean to startle you?”

you laughed breathily. “yes. but it’s okay.”

he nodded, guilty smile still pinched across his face. “tommy’s just grabbing his shit. you know that kid, fucking menace.”

if tommy noticed how awkward it was, he didn’t say anything. you and wilbur both brightened visibly when he came through the door. watching wilbur hug tom goodbye, squeezing his shoulder gently, it hits you suddenly that you haven’t seen wilbur in nearly seven months.

you’re quiet as you drop tommy off, and he wants to apologise. wants to say sorry for making you pick him up and not telling you his phone was on the verge of dying. he wants to say he’s sorry for all those times you cancelled streams, claiming you “weren’t feeling well” when he knew you were upset about wilbur. 

but tommy also saw all those times wilbur was curled up in that grey blanket you left behind. buying plants to fill in the gaps of things you took and to give him a purpose, something that depended on him. he saw the way wilbur’s eyes brightened when he heard your voice, his shoulder’s slumping before the door shut when you left. 

how one time he’d had stood in front of a drunk wilbur, tear tracks running down his face and had to wrestle will’s phone off him to stop him from calling you. 

tommy didn’t know what had happened between you two; you were adults, he was only seventeen at the time. it felt naive of him to think you two belonged together, but he couldn’t help it. 

“thanks for driving me.” he said earnestly as he stepped out of the car. you nodded and gave him a pained smile. “i love you.”

it wasn’t a normal occurrence, saying things like that, but you softened. “i love you.” tommy brightened seeing your more genuine expression, but he could still see that your interaction with wilbur had left you upset. 

you collapsed back onto your sofa once you were home, not in the mood to edit your video anymore. 

wilbur always worked too much. it was something his viewers loved; how dedicated he was to them. but they didn’t see the sleepless nights, when you would wake up to wilbur typing frantically in his notes app, a muffled “go back to sleep, darling” when he noticed you were awake.

but then it turned to missing entire nights of sleep, coming back from streaming to find wilbur passed out on the couch, shoes still on from last night. sometimes he would talk to you about it, laying on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair and whispering about how he didn’t want to let anyone down.

you soothed him as best as you could, but you knew that the dark circles and the endless cups of coffee would only get worse. he didn’t have the time or energy to take care of himself, let alone you. not that you needed him to take care of you, but the two of you lived together and you probably talked to the fedex person more than you did your boyfriend.

you’d only been split for eight months, but you’d been missing him for far longer.

you were putting up christmas decorations when tommy called next. stringing lights across the shelves in your office, only bothered to decorate the one room. it wasn’t like you’d be doing anything anyway. “yeah, tom?” your phone was wedged between your shoulder and ear as you tried to detangle the lights. 

“hey, me and will were streaming together and i have to get home like, now but my dad isn’t available until three,” tommy explained, and you winced at the sound of wilbur’s name. “i totally get it if you can’t, but-“

“i’ll be there, but i’m going to mcdonald’s on the way back and you are paying.” tommy laughed and you had to move the phone away from your ear, giving up on the lights for the time being. “will still has the same office right?”

“yeah you can get there alright?” he asked. “you don’t need the address?” you assured him you’d be fine, and he paused guiltily. “we may also be locked in. the door broke again.”

“jesus,” you shook your head. “yeah, alright i’ll come let you out. dickhead,” you smiled at his noise of indignation before hanging up.

this time it was worse. the last time you’d been planning on avoiding wilbur until about five minutes before you saw him. this time you had the whole drive over to think about what it would be like. his hair was longer, you’d noticed when you first saw him. you always loved it when his hair was longer but it got in his face too much and he hated the feeling. 

you’d cut his hair for him once. wilbur sitting on a chair in the kitchen of your flat (this was before you’d moved in together) while you sat on the bench behind him, swinging your legs ever so slightly as he gazed adoringly up at you.

“let me take a picture,” you’d giggled, turning to grab your phone. “you look so cute.”

“no,” he’d whined. “darling,” he’d still smiled when you prompted, and you looked softly at your screen, completely enamoured. “do not post that anywhere, can’t have anyone knowing that i simp for you.”

“dork,” you had put your phone down and ruffled his hair, some loose hairs falling out from where you’d cut. 

you pulled your car up to the pavement and went up to wilbur’s office. it was a fairly small building, and you managed to get there without anyone asking any questions. 

you reached the office and peered inside. it was dark. you opened the door and stuck your head in, but there was no one inside. “hey!” tommy said much too loudly, him and wilbur coming around the corner. your eyes flicked between the two of them, narrowing slightly.

“i thought you said the door was locked?” you asked uncertainly.

“it’s not,” tommy said simply, and he reached a hand out and shoved you through the open door, shutting it behind you. “but it will be.”

“what the fuck?” you banged on the window.

tom pushed wilbur over, but the older man just looked at him incredulously. “have you lost your mind?”

“please?” tommy asked, gesturing to where you were glaring at him.

“no!” wilbur said, hitting tommy’s arm off his shoulder. “you’re a dickhead. now let her out.”

“fine.” tommy’s shoulders slumped and he moved out of the way. wilbur rolled his eyes at tommy, saying he’d do it and then making will. his hand wrapped around the doorknob and he was halfway through an apology to you when tommy’s hand collided with his back.

wilbur stumbled toward and you both watched in horror as tommy shut the door, triumphantly locking it with a click.

“tommy you fucker!” wilbur yelled.

“now, i may have been lying about needing a lift and being locked in the office, but i wasn’t lying about needing to go home.”

“thomas if you leave i’m gonna delete your channel!” tommy actually looked nervous at wilbur’s threat. “open the door.”

tommy sighed again, finally giving up. he jiggled the doorknob and his eyes widened. “okay i would let you out but i may have broken the door.”

he backed away, both you and will yelling at him. 

you turned so your back was against the door, sitting down with your knees up to your chest. will came to sit next to you. “are you okay?”

“i just don’t like knowing there’s no way out of a room.” you said quietly. “i don’t like being trapped.”

“i know,” he said softly. “is there anything i can do besides breaking a window?”

you exhaled, smiling weakly. “can you just talk to me?” you fiddled nervously, suddenly worried about what he would think.

“of course i can.” without realising, wilbur had reached out and was dragging his thumb gently over the back of your hand. “you know that step down the street from ou-my flat? the one that you always used to trip on? they fixed it.” you didn’t seem to notice his mistake, so he kept going. “and there’s a new bar a few miles away and we’ve been trying to get them to let us play there, so we might have a new gig bar soon.”

your breathing was more even now, and he squeezed your hand gently. you squeezed back and he smiled.

you could vaguely hear tommy saying he was going to get maintenance, and wilbur shuffled. “i’m gonna see if i can jimmy it with a card. could you grab one for me please?” 

you reached over to will’s desk and grabbed a random card out of his wallet. you went to hand it to him but before he could grab it you took a closer look. “you kept this?”

over a year ago as a joke you’d bought him one of those simp cards from the arthur meme, and it had your name written underneath it. “you’re only allowed to simp for me,” you’d say as you gave it to him, making him crack up.

“yeah,” wilbur admitted, his cheeks turning warm. “guess i forgot it was there.”

he shoved it into the lock and wiggled it around until he heard a click and the door swung open. “here.” he tried to give it back to you, but you shook your head.

“you can keep it, or throw it out. whatever you want. it’s yours,” you babbled, not meeting his eyes.

wilbur wasn’t sure what came over him in the next ten seconds, but before he could stop himself he blurted out “does this mean i’m still allowed to love you?”

your gaze shot up and your eyes met wilbur’s, warm and brown, filled with uncertainty. eventually, you nodded. “always.”

wilbur wasn’t sure if that was if that was an invitation, but before he could stop himself he was wrapping his arms around you. you burrowed into his chest, breathing deeply. “did tommy really parent-trap us?”

“well,” you replied shyly. “don’t they get back together in the parent trap? not exactly accurate to the source material.”

“well we all know how important it is,” wilbur said quietly, eyes flicking down for just an instant. 

“very important,” he could feel your breath on his face.

“it’s a christmas miracle!”

“it’s gonna be if i don’t kill him,” wilbur muttered, teeth gritted as you pulled apart to find tommy. he was holding a stick, and seemed to register your confusion.

“couldn’t find maintenance, so i went outside and found this.” he said proudly. “i was helping.”

“yeah actually,” will said genuinely, holding his hand out. “give us a look.” tommy handed the stick to wilbur and was promptly hit in the face with it. “that’s for locking us in there, bastard.”

“ow.” tommy picked the stick off the ground and chucked it at wilbur, but it just bounced off the door behind him. “okay fine. i’m sorry.”

“you better be,” you stepped towards him and he flinched, clearly sure you were going to attack him like wilbur had. “come on, let’s go.”

as tommy said goodbye to wilbur, the two of you made eye contact over tom’s shoulder. he smiled at you, and you smiled back. he raised his eyebrows slightly, grin overtaking his face. you nodded almost imperceptibly. he’d call you.

he didn’t. 

it had been two weeks since you’d last spoken, and he never called you. you didn’t want to admit that it hurt you. you had spent eight months trying to get over wilbur, all that progress destroyed in an instant.

you’d never deleted his contact, not even when you first broke up. you hovered over it debating on whether to call him, before exiting out and closing your phone.

your phone stayed dark for approximately one second before it was lighting up again. you answered, “yeah, tommy?”

“so, atom, me and a few others were thinking of having a little christmas get together on the 23rd? would you want to come?” he rushed out, wanting to get the words out before you said anything.

you considered it for a second. your parents would be going on holiday. they invited you, but you always wanted to spend your christmas with wilbur. this year, you’d declined again, without really knowing the reason. it’s not like you had other plans.

“yeah, alright,” you said, and you heard tom let out a triumphant breath on the other side. “who’s coming?”

“you, phil and kristin, tubbo, james, ranboo, maybe aimsey, a few other people maybe…” he trailed off, and you frowned.

“wilbur?” you asked.

“yeah.” tommy admitted. “but there will be enough people that you can be a coward and not talk to him.”

“tommy,” you said, voice low. “don’t.”

“okay, i’m sorry. please come?”

it’s not like you had anything better to do. “i’ll be there, tommy. don’t worry.” 

the things you would do for that fucker. he could never know. god knows his head was big enough without you telling him that.

while you were quietly dreading it, tommy seemed almost giddy with excitement. so you forced a smile and acted happy about it, even after tommy abandoned you within thirty seconds of you arriving. 

you managed to strike up a conversation with ranboo, though, grateful that you knew everyone. you’d isolated yourself quite a bit after the breakup, worried that your friends would rather be friends with will.

your worries were shattered when you were  engulfed in a hug from him. they seemed really interested in your upcoming projects and you asked about his with equal fervour. 

the night was going much better than you’d expected, and it was winding down when wilbur finally approached you. joni mitchell singing through the speakers about her lover making her weak in the knees, sipping on a drink with your head resting on top of aimsey’s.

“hey,” he was quiet, words slurred more from being tired than drunk. “can we talk?”

you looked down at aimsey, who was immersed in conversation with james and tommy, so you slid off the counter and followed him down the hall. tommy’s flat was small, so the two of you found a quiet corner. your shoulder was pressed into the wall, looking at him over the rim of your glass as he fiddled with his glasses. “i’m sorry i didn’t call.”

“it’s fine.” you said stiffly.

“no, it’s not.” he pressed. “i fucked up. not just when i didn’t call. i fucked up when we were still together.”

“will,” you tried. “it’s okay. it’s the past.”

“but you’re not.” he said. “you’re not the past, not my past. at least, i don’t want you to be.” he took a shuddering breath. “i was so worried about letting people down that i fucked up, and i ruined us.”

“you didn’t ruin anything.” it came out breathy, just above a whisper and you gave him a watery smile. “definitely not us.”

you didn’t know why you were getting so emotional, maybe it was how cold and dreary it had been, maybe it was exhaustion or the alcohol. or maybe it was because wilbur had taken your hands in his and pressed them to his lips. 

“i’m so sorry, darling,” he murmured against your fingers, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “so so sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, will.” you said. “i could have done something.”

he opened his eyes and met yours, shining as you tried to fight back tears. “i’m so hard to handle, and i’m selfish and i’m sad,” he sang along to joni mitchell softly, pulling you forward to wrap your arms around him. he smelled like cinnamon, and he let you cry for as long as you needed.

you pulled away softly, looking at him as your hand ghosted over his jaw. “you didn’t lose me, will.” 

“you’re saying you think you’re the best baby i ever had?” he asked, eyes shining, and you pushed him away. 

you giggled. “how presumptuous of me.”

“you would be correct though,” he admitted, coming to pull you close again, swaying on the spot. he leant forward and pressed his lips to yours, you threading your hands into his hair.

“you have got to let me cut this,” you mumbled, and wilbur laughed against your mouth. he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, and took a shaky breath.

“i miss you.” he said. “i stopped working so much, i’ve been taking care of myself more. let me love you again?”

his voice wobbled, clearly so sure that you would reject him. he had hurt you, he knew that. will let his thumbs stroke up and down your arms and you got goosebumps even through your jumper. “you do have a permit, don’t you?”

he laughed, relief thick in his voice. “of course, darling. have my card in my wallet.”

“then i guess that’s okay.” you said, as if it didn’t matter to you all that much. “as long as you let me love you.”

“you can do whatever you want,” wilbur kissed you again. “as long as it’s with me.”

#wilbur #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur soot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot fic #🐈 wilby #mcyt wilbur #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot fluff #wilbur soot headcanons #wilbur soot x you #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x you #wilbur soot x fem!reader #wilbur soot x reader

[manicplank]

The Color Pink (Part 11)

This one was fun to write.

Theodore had stayed up the night before. Their date together and the fact that he asked her out had given him a second wind of energy. He was up late and didn't head to bed until around 3 a.m., and even then it took him forever to fall asleep. With that said, he slept in late. At least, he tried to. He woke up to his cell phone ringing. He ignored it the first time, but it started to ring again. "Hello," he answered tiredly.

"Boss! Boss," the person spoke frantically.

"Huh?"

"It's me, Dougie!"

Theodore sighed grumpily. "Why are you waking me up? What the fuck do you want?"

"I just saw the new edition of the 'Tower Today' magazine! You're on the cover!"

"Okay, and? I've been on the cover a million times."

"No, no, you don't get it! You're on the cover... with a girl!"

Theo jumped out of bed in a panic. "WHAT?!"

"I'm serious! It says you have some sort of mystery girl!"

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!"

"Boss, what-"

Theodore hung up the phone. He went outside and checked the mail. In his mailbox was the magazine. He looked at it. The cover was a picture of him and Hazel kissing in Picnic Park. The title read:

"The Noise's New 'Mystery Girl'!"

His panic worsened. He didn't want this to leak into the media, but it happened so quickly. The paparazzi is always around, always stalking. He flipped to the page that the story was on.

The tower's biggest celebrity, The Noise, has seemingly found romance with an unknown woman. The two have been seen holding hands, hugging, and kissing over the course of a few months. There are currently no leads as to who she is, but fans are intrigued and desperate to find out.

An anonymous lead has said that she has been seen in The Pig City with him several times. They were first seen together at Ramen Spot. They have also been seen in Picnic Park several times.

There was a picture of them running together in the rain.

Theodore was too panicked to read the rest of the story. He immediately called up Hazel. The line rang a few times before she answered, "Hello?"

"Hazel! It's me!"

"Whoa, are you okay?"

"No! We made the cover of 'Tower Today' magazine!"

"We? What do you mean 'we'?"

"They're onto us! The paparazzi saw us together EVERYWHERE! There's pictures of us in Picnic Park in the rain, another one of us from our date yesterday-"

"Okay, okay, calm down!"

"You don't understand. The paparazzi are ruthless. They have no sense of boundaries. They will surround you like a zoo animal."

"Ugh, please. They don't even know who I am."

"No, not yet, but when they find you, they will hoard around you like zombies!"

"I'm sure I can handle them. I'll be fine."

"Okay, uh..." He checked the time. "Look, I have to go to work. I'm not gonna say anything about our relationship. Please, don't take it personally. I just don't want the media to get into this."

"Alright, whatever you say. Have a good day at work."

"Oh, fuck, I'm scared."

"Relax! Just don't say anything, like you said."

"Okay, okay," he sighed. "I'll call you later."

"Okay, bye."

Noise got ready for work. His stomach was turning. He didn't think the media would be so quick! He put on a hoodie and sweatpants and put his costume in a bag. The last thing he wanted was to be caught by the paparazzi on his way to work. He snuck out of his house, incredibly paranoid.

As he approached the NTV building, there was a crowd of people outside the door. Dougie was doing his best to clear them out. He saw The Noise and waved him over. Theodore ran and tried to charge through the crowd. People tried grabbing at him and asking him questions. He covered his face as he trudged through the crowd.

"Mr. Noise, over here!"

"Mr. Noise, who is she?"

"Mr. Noise, what do you have to say about your new romance?"

Noise ignored all of them and ran through the door. Dougie followed and locked the doors behind them. Noise huffed and puffed in an attempt to catch his breath.

"Holy fuck," Theo sighed. "I can't do this. It's like the jail incident all over again!"

"Jail incident?" Dougie asked.

"Long story short, I went to jail for something stupid. After I got out, the paparazzi swarmed me."

"That doesn't surprise me."

"Fuck you, Dougie!"

"Whoa!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a little on edge here."

"Who even is she?"

"Don't worry about it."

"She looks like the girl who brought us all coffee that one day."

"Shut the fuck up, Dougie!"

"She is, isn't she?"

Noise put his hands on Dougie's shoulders and dug his sharp claws into him. His eyes were red, and his teeth were sharp. "Stop. Asking. Questions. Dougie." He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Noise, you're hurting me!"

"Are you gonna stop asking questions?" He dug his claws in deeper.

"Yes! I'm sorry!"

"Good!" He let go and turned back to normal.

He dashed back to set and into his dressing room. He was incredibly flustered. He was still a little anxious. There was a knock at the door.

"FUCK OFF!" He answered oh so kindly.

"Um... It's me, Mary," she spoke. "I have to do your makeup. Can I come in?"

"No! Yes! I don't know!"

Mary opened the door slowly and peeked in. "Feeling antsy?"

"Of course I am! Just... come in." He sat in the chair.

Mary walked in and over to the vanity. She flipped on the lights and put down her makeup set on the dresser.

"Mary," he said, "be honest with me."

"I always am."

He looked at her with red, angry eyes. "Did you say anything?"

"About?"

"You know DAMN well what this is about!"

Mary put her hands on her hips. "Hey, we talked about the attitude-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?! WERE YOU THE 'ANONYMOUS SOURCE'?!"

Mary inhaled deeply. "Attitude. Watch it."

"Sorry, sorry. I'm under a lot of pressure right now."

"Relax. I didn't say a word. That was our little secret." She pulled out concealer. "Close your eyes."

He sighed as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

"They tried to get me to talk," Mary continued, "but Dougie pushed them away."

"Fuck... I'm so paranoid."

Mary blended the concealer in with a sponge. She then set it with some powder. "It's okay. I understand. But don't be yelling at me unless you want to go on camera looking homeless."

"Right, right, I'm sorry. I just... Ugggh! I don't want the media to ruin this for me! I just asked her out..."

"Wait, you-"

"Yes! I literally just asked her out last night! I didn't know they were watching!"

"Awww, Noise!"

"SHUSH!!!"

"Watch it."

"Sorry..."

The Noise did a horrible job on set that day. He was so distracted and paranoid. He was afraid the paparazzi would burst through the doors and swarm him again. The director Noisey was incredibly upset with him.

"THEODORE NOISE," it yelled. "I thought having a woman would do you some good, but this is the worst you've ever done!"

"What? You haven't seen me at my worst! You haven't even worked here that long," he shouted back.

"That's because you KILLED the last director!"

Theodore crossed his arms and scoffed. "Whatever. Count your fuckin' days, 'cause you're next."

"I swear, Mr. Noise, I have H.R. on speed dial."

"WHAT'RE THEY GONNA DO, FIRE ME?! THAT'S CUTE!"

The director sighed. The other people of the cast and crew were tense. It was scary when Noise got angry. He was so tense from his relationship getting leaked that he was quick to anger. The last time he was angry on set, they had to replace some of the cameras since he destroyed them. They were all hoping that being in a relationship would make him happier, but the media had completely ruined it. After a nerve-racking stare off between the director and The Noise, the director spoke,

"How about this, I send you home for the day. You have tomorrow off, and you come back Monday with a different attitude."

Noise grunted. "Don't make me go back out there with that hoard!"

"As far as I know, they're gone. Dougie spent the last few hours guarding the doors."

"Phew... Okay, I'll go. But I can't guarantee my attitude will change."

Theo went home. He was incredibly stressed. He thought having a woman in his life would be a good thing, but the media caught up faster than he anticipated. He did his best to lounge around and relax, but he was starting to worry that Hazel would be scared off once the paparazzi figured out who she was. He waited until 7 p.m. to give her the daily call.

"Hello," she answered.

"Hey," he spoke.

"How did it go?"

"I. Was. SWARMED. They waited for me at the NTV building. My set assistant had to help me get through them. They were shouting, taking pictures, some of them were even grabbing me."

"Sheesh... I see why you were freaking out about it."

"Ugh, they treat me like a fuckin' animal! It threw me off so bad. I did so bad on set today that they sent me home..."

"Aw, Theo... Are you okay?"

"I guess so... I don't... I don't know how to feel right now."

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean for this to happen."

"What?! No, this isn't your fault at all!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Okay."

"How did today go for you?"

"It was nice. I relaxed and lazed around most of the day. Didn't get out of my PJ's. Even took a nap, too!"

"Must've been nice. I really could've used a nap, today. I stayed up kind of late last night."

"Me too. Well, later than usual."

"Really? Even though you fell asleep on my shoulder?"

"Well... Once you asked me out, I kind of got excited. It took me a while to settle down."

"Heh, me too. I still can't believe it."

"I was waiting for it." She giggled.

He blushed. "Oh, well, um..."

She laughed again and sighed. "I'm just teasing you, calm down."

He chuckled nervously. "Yeah. I knew that."

"Anyways, I'm sorry you had such a shit day."

"It's alright. I have the day off tomorrow, so hopefully that'll be better."

"Oh, I have an idea!"

"What?"

"How about I come over and spend the night?"

"Wha-?! Like, tonight?"

"Yeah! Then we can go get some brunch or something in the morning."

"Um... I, uh..." Theo suddenly got incredibly anxious.

"If you're not comfortable with it, just say no."

"Um... maybe?"

"Don't force yourself to do something you're uncomfortable with."

"Okay... I mean... I want to, but... I'm nervous."

"Don't worry, you can say no."

"Um... Yes?"

"Wait, huh?"

"Fuck it, let's do it."

"Oh! Okay, then! I'll pack my stuff and I'll be right over!"

"Right. Don't worry, take your time!"

Hazel squealed. "Okay! Oh, wait, I don't have your address."

"I'll send it to you."

"Okay! I'm gonna get ready! Bye!"

"Bye."

Theo took a deep breath. He was a bit freaked out over the thought of a sleepover, but he was a little excited for it, too. He wanted to get over the nervousness and push through it... For her.

#pizza tower #noise #the noise #noisette #pink fic

[metalnecklace]

There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 5150

Warnings: Mentions of Fatphobia/Struggles With Weight, Internal Fatphobia, Mentions of Violence (description of an event from the show)

Notes: This one got away from me a bit, but I love writing Javi so much.

Masterlist

Chapter 5

I was always wary when it came to clothes shopping. It wasn’t easy finding clothes my size, and only a few stores actually carried them. I sheepishly explained this to Javi, keeping my head down so he wouldn’t see the burn settling onto my cheeks. I was embarrassed, especially since I hadn’t had to go shopping with anybody but myself before. Even when Pablo sent someone out to get clothes for us, all I had to do was give instructions. They didn’t care where I needed clothes from, as long as I kept my mouth shut and his family happy.

I was fumbling through an explanation of why I can only go to certain places when Javi interrupted me.

“(Y/N), sweetheart, it’s alright.” I looked up and noticed his face was soft, trying his best to treat me delicately. “I’m not a clothes shopper myself, I just go to the nearest store and grab whatever fits. You just tell me where you need to go and I’ll take you there, okay? Cálmate.” (Calm down.).

“Okay.” I took a deep breath, then put my shoes on. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”

Javier laughed and shook his head before stepping aside to let me out the door. He locked up behind us and we drove off to the clothing store I had in mind.

It was much easier shopping with him than I expected. He kept his distance, only every once in a while making a comment about fashion choices or about the underwear I was trying to sort through.

“You’re really not helping,” I huffed, my arms crossed.

He put down the thong he was holding and held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. Here, I’ll hold your stuff, you get what you need.”

I grumbled under my breath as I handed him the few shirts and pants I had found. He graciously held onto my things and turned his back to give me some sort of privacy.

“You could get more than this, you know,” he spoke softly, keeping our conversation private.

“I’m not going to spend all your money on extra things.” I continued digging through the bin of underwear, trying to find enough of them to be comfortable with.

“Come on, you know I don’t mind. I’m certainly not spending it.” I chuckled, walking toward the bras in the next bin. He sidestepped to stay behind me. “If you’re really that upset about it though, you don’t have to wear clothes at all.”

I ignored his last comment. “Well I really appreciate it.”

He turned around as I was picking up a second bra. “Got everything?”

I bit my lip, looking at my choices in both our arms. “Yeah, I think so. I just need the basics.”

We walked toward the check out when he stopped suddenly.

“What is it?” I asked, slightly panicked.

“Come this way,” he said, walking toward another section in the store. He didn’t seem worried or on high alert, which helped me calm down.

We walked over to some dresses and he nodded his head in the direction of one that was hung up so it was easy to see from anywhere in the store.

“That’s beautiful.” He turned and smiled at me. “And that’s coming from someone who doesn’t know much about fashion.”

“So how do you know it’s beautiful?” I asked, even though I knew it was. It was a yellow sundress that was fitted through the top and flared out from the waist. The sleeves were shorter than on his t-shirts, and the length of the dress would come halfway down my thighs.

He opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking to himself. “Okay, you got me there, but come on.”

“Javier, I can’t. Where would I even wear it?”

“Anytime, anywhere,” he took it off the rack, holding it out to me. “It’s even the same size you’ve been getting, that has to be a sign.”

He wouldn’t say no, and even took it upon himself to carry it, along with my shirts and pants, up to the cash. As we got there I realized the woman who was working was eyeing up Javi quite obviously.

“Hi, Javi,” she greeted, only looking at me to look me up and down before completely ignoring my presence. “How’ve you been?”

He smiled back at her. “Hey Christina, I’ve been alright. You?”

“Can’t complain,” she was smitten with him. I hated how jealous I felt.

She finished scanning everything and looked at me for the total, only for him to slap some cash down in front of her. She was clearly shocked that he was the one paying, and was probably shocked he was even with me, but she didn’t voice any of this. She didn’t have to.

We thanked her and walked to his car. I couldn’t help but feel slightly deflated while thinking about that beautiful woman and the way she said his name. No, not his name, his nickname. The one he wanted me to call him.

“Who was that?” I asked before I could stop myself.

Javier was buckling himself into the car. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the smoke. I suddenly wanted to wipe that smirk off his face as he turned to look at me.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“No reason,” I turned to look out the window as if the parking lot was the most interesting thing in the world.

He hummed and started the car. “She was an informant years ago. When I first moved here. They usually want visas in exchange for information, but she just wanted a regular job. I see her every once in a while, I’m glad she’s doing well.”

I didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive. It settled in the thing I had suspected about him. When we first met, the way he spoke to me. He flirted as hard as he could to get his way, not that I gave in. When we went to his work, the way all the women looked at us. I thought they were judging me, but as I looked back I realized they were looking at him.

The more I thought about it the more I understood how I felt. I didn’t want to be just another informant of his. I didn’t want to be just another woman hanging off his neck.

I didn’t judge him for his actions, that wouldn’t be fair. He was an adult, he was his own person who could do whatever he wanted. But that didn’t mean I wanted to be someone he could fool around with until he didn’t feel I was useful anymore.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of my train of thought. It wasn’t like it was worth even worrying about. I had seen the women that drooled over him. I was not like them at all. I wasn’t jealous of them, every person was different, and they were all gorgeous. I was just bigger than I figured he wanted, so I didn’t have anything to worry about.

He would not be interested in me. He was just being a kind human being.

We got home and I stopped in my tracks.

“Where am I going to put these?”

He paused, then turned toward his room. “I’ll just make space, I don’t have a lot in my drawers.”

“Come on, you can’t keep making room for me.” I followed him into his room to find him already moving his clothes from the top drawers down into the two bottom ones. He was right, he didn’t really own a lot.

He gestured to the two, now empty, top drawers. “There you go.”

I sighed, giving up. “Thank you, again.”

He went into the kitchen while I put my clothes away. Everything fit in the drawers but I decided to hang the dress up in the back of the closet to avoid wrinkles. Not that I knew when I’d be wearing it next. When I was finished I met up with him in the kitchen where he was making coffee.

“I’m gonna make you coffee the way my dad likes his,” he said, getting out the cream and sugar. “I wanna see if you’ll like it too.”

I sat at the table and waited patiently. I was starting to get a little tired, so I was grateful for the pick me up he was now pouring into my cup. He stirred in some cream and sugar and placed it in front of me.

“There you go,” he smiled, obviously proud of himself with a hint of nervousness.

I took a sip and hummed at the taste. “This is perfect, Javier.”

He sighed and turned to his drink. “Yeah, but not perfect enough for the nickname apparently.”

I laughed and took another sip, the sweetness melting on my tongue while the bitterness of Christina’s voice saying his nickname ran through my head.

We drank our coffee together until he finished his and stood up. “I gotta go, or Steve will have my head.”

“That’s alright, this was great but I’m still a bit tired.” I stood up and grabbed both of our mugs, only for him to take them out of my hands.

“I got these, why don’t you go have some rest. I shouldn’t be as late tonight, okay? Why don’t we cook together?” He looked very hopeful. “I’d love for you to teach me a new recipe.”

“That sounds wonderful. What’s something you’d like to learn?” I watched him as he washed our mugs at the sink.

“Whatever you’d want to teach me would be new. I’m not a great cook,” he said. “I can cook the basics and keep myself alive, and all. But I’m not great.”

I started walking to his room, ready to get off my feet again. “Alright, I’ll come up with something simple.” I turned back to him. “Or would that still be too difficult?”

He laughed and faced me. “Hit me with your best shot, sweetheart. I can take it.”

The heat I felt from his eyes was enough to make me cut the conversation off there. I wished him a good day and went to take a shower to cool myself off.

I had a harder time falling asleep, probably because of the coffee, but I also couldn’t stop thinking of Javier. His smell surrounded me, the smoky haze of whiskey, smoke, and something sweet and warm and him. I could feel heat pooling in my belly and between my thighs, but refused to do anything about it. It felt inappropriate especially since I was a guest in his home. In his bed.

Eventually I fell asleep, and woke up not long after. I spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing around his apartment, picking one of his books on his bookshelf to read from. It wasn’t very thrilling, and I ended up falling asleep again, this time on one of the chairs.

“You’d probably be more comfortable on the couch.” Javier’s voice pulled me out of my sleep. “Or the bed.”

I sat up straighter, my neck feeling tight. I rubbed the back of it with my hand and tried to blink away the sleep. It was dark out, and the clock on the wall said it was nearing midnight.

I focused on the man now toeing off his shoes and taking off his jacket. His shirt was slightly damp underneath, the top two buttons undone showing off a slight sheen on his collarbones. His hair looked absolutely wild, as if he’d been running his hands through it all day, and there was no doubt in my mind that he had been. The circles under his eyes were darker than they had been before he left, and I desperately wanted to run my thumbs over his forehead in order to smooth out the creases that had settled in deeply.

“Javier,” I croaked out, my throat dry, “I’m so sorry. I was reading and fell asleep.”

He nodded, not looking at me, just wandering to the kitchen. I knew what he was grabbing.

“Yeah, that book never kept me awake either.”

I heard him pouring his whiskey into a glass, and then pausing before pouring some into another glass. He came out and handed me mine before laying down on his couch, his shirt now open a few more buttons. I felt like a teenager blushing over seeing just a bit more of his chest, and hid behind my glass.

“Sorry I’m later than expected. Again. I couldn’t get near a phone to warn you.”

“Rough day?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. I wasn’t sure if he was the type to want to talk about it or not.

He took a large swig of his drink. “You could say that.”

We sat together in the silence as it sat heavy between us. I wanted to ask more but didn’t want to push.

“One of my superiors returned this week. He’s the head of the Search Bloc, which I’m sure you can figure out what that is.” I nodded, listening intently. “I was excited to have him back. He’s the one guy that Escobar’s afraid of.”

Wait a minute. I’d heard of him. Pablo’s men talked about him a lot, right around when…

“He’s the one that killed Gustavo.” I didn’t even ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Javi’s eyes shifted to mine. “Yeah. He is.”

“That’s good then, isn’t it?” I took a drink of my whiskey, wincing slightly at the burn. “If anybody will get him, it’s him.”

He finished his drink, placing his glass on the floor before laying his arm across his face. “Yeah.”

His voice sounded strained. There was more he wasn’t telling me.

“Javier,” I said as softly as I could, “what’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, sweetheart. Don’t you worry about me. I’m just exhausted is all.”

“I thought you said we had to be honest.”

He paused, his arm still draped across his eyes. Suddenly he sat up, scrubbing at his face before staring at a spot on the table.

“He’s not the same as before. More focused, more bloodthirsty.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, my glass long forgotten. “What do you mean?”

He brought his cigarette to his lips, his hand trembling slightly when trying to light it. He inhaled, his eyes closing at the comfort, and exhaled before facing me. His eyes were bloodshot, and red rimmed as though he had been crying. How did I not see that when he came in?

“He shot a kid. Right in front of me. I thought he was just threatening them, showing what happens when you get involved with a cartel at that age, but then he just fucking shot one point blank. God, (Y/N), I just, fuck.”

He pressed his palm to his forehead, smoke rising from between his fingers. I stood up and sat down on the couch beside him. I wasn’t sure what kind of comfort he needed, and decided to place my hand on his knee, my thumb rubbing circles on the denim covering his skin.

He looked down at my actions and took a deep breath in and out. “This job can be brutal, this life can be, we both know that, but watching that was tough. All his friends were there watching, and I can’t help but think about how they’re going to live the rest of their lives after seeing that happen. It’s not fair.”

I realized why I hadn’t seen the red surrounding his eyes before, and it was because he had just started crying. He was holding it in but the tears still spilled down his cheeks every once in a while, causing him to scoff and wipe them away as quickly as possible.

We sat together, my hand on his knee while he tried to keep his sadness within. Finally I took my hand away and placed it on his back instead, and rested my head on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to hold yourself together. You’ve been through enough wars, you don’t have to fight one within yourself too.”

I could feel him nodding, and then sniffling.

“Why don’t you grab a shower and I’ll make us something quick to eat,” I suggested, pulling back.

He looked up at me, his eyes straying between my eyes and my lips. The distance between us wasn’t significant, and all it would’ve taken was the slightest shift forward to have our lips pressing together. Instead he leaned back and stood up, silently walking toward his room to grab his clothes.

I got up and started making a stir fry, just something quick and easy. It only took about ten minutes to get everything ready, but when I went to tell Javier I instead found him stretched out on his couch, one arm up over his head, the other angled so his hand was splayed on his stomach, and his eyes closed. I watched him for a moment, and noticed the lines etched between his eyebrows were starting to smooth out, and the frown tugging at his lips was giving up the fight. I wished I could see him at ease like that more often. I also felt awful to see him sleeping on that couch, and wondered how his back hadn’t given out yet.

I plated his food and stuck it in the fridge so he could have it the next time he was ready for a meal. I stood at the counter and ate my portion, before putting my plate in the sink and making my way to bed.

He was gone when I woke up the next morning, the only thing left behind were both our dishes cleaned and in the drying rack, and a note on the counter saying he’d see me when he could.

I didn’t see him for two days.

When he finally came back he looked rough. He explained he had to travel a bit, and that he was glad to be home. But I could tell he wasn’t telling me everything.

It went like that for a week or two. He’d leave for a few days, then come back, then be gone again. There were a few times that the only way I could tell he had been around was when his plate had been cleared of food, and was sitting clean in the drying rack. Other times he’d return home well past midnight, smelling of smoke and a different perfume each. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what he was doing. I understood the need to escape reality no matter the means.

Most of all I missed his presence, and I had started to feel cooped up. I was only able to leave when he was with me, and since he was barely home that meant I was a sitting duck. This meant I was having similar feelings to when I was working for the Escobar’s, even though I at least felt safe at Javi’s.

Because of these feelings, I started having nightmares more frequently. They had become more intense, and flitted between being at the mercy of Pablo’s hands around my throat, and different situations like at the market or the bombing. Each time felt closer to reality, and I stopped sleeping during the day to escape them, hoping I would be too tired to dream at night.

One night was the worst. Pablo held me against the wall, my head aching almost as much as my lungs. It felt as though something heavy were sitting on my chest but I couldn’t seem to look down. I was struggling, but couldn’t move or make any sound. It felt like I was drowning, I was practically choking on air.

I was shaken awake, scrambling to fight off the person who had their hands on my shoulders.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), sweetheart! It’s me,” Javi stood back, his hands off of me. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

His voice was soothing, but his eyes projected his worry.

I sat up, panting. My hands reached for my throat and found nothing there. I looked past Javi and around his room. I was in his room. I was safe.

Javi knelt down onto his knees so his elbows were resting on the bed and his hands reached for mine. I flinched when I felt his touch, but immediately relaxed when I realized it was him.

“That was a rough one, wasn’t it?” He whispered, trying to keept he air around us steady and calm. It was working.

I nodded, unable to form words. My cheeks felt warm, and as I reached up to touch them I realized I had been crying. I was still crying.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes were nearly black in the dark room, but I could still see that they were frantically searching my face.

I nodded again, then slowly started to shake my head. My shoulders trembled all the way down to my fingertips as sobs started to overtake my body. Before I could even blink Javi had his arms wrapped around me. I cried into the crook of his neck as he rubbed my back.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, “let it out, sweetheart. I got you. Nothing's gonna hurt you, not while I’m here. I promise. It’s alright, I’m here.”

I listened to his words like he was a hypnotist, and eventually my tears subsided. I pulled back and looked down at my hands folded in my lap.

“T-thank you,” I hiccuped, still too embarrassed to look at him.

He reached out and held my chin between his thumb and pointer finger, raising my head slightly so he could see my face properly.

“You don’t ever need to thank me. That’s what I’m here for right?” I nodded, still held gently in his grip. “Now, how many of these have you been having lately?”

“A lot. Every night,” I confessed, unable to lie in that moment. He could have asked me anything and I would’ve sang the whole truth to him. “This one was the worst.”

“Fuck, cariño,” he moved his hand so he held my cheek in his palm. I leaned my face into it, finding comfort in the heat of his skin, my skin on fire with his nickname for me now in Spanish. “I’m so sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone, I should have been here.”

“It’s okay, it sounds like you’ve been dealing with nightmares of your own. Only, yours are actually happening every day.” My voice sounded wrecked, and I wondered if I had been screaming in real life as loud as I wanted to in my dream.

He lowered his head so our eyes were leveled. “That does not make what you’re going through any less difficult. I’m assuming you’re dreaming about shit you’ve already been through, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I just keep seeing it over and over, like I’m trapped. I just want it to stop.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I know.”

It was as though he pressed a button, and an immediate wave of calm washed over me. My eyelids fluttered shut, my shoulders melted away from my ears, and my whole body rocked slightly toward him. When he pulled away I had to stop myself from whimpering at the loss of contact.

I tried to open my eyes and focus on him but I was suddenly so exhausted that I couldn’t. He stood up from the bed and went over to his drawers, pulling out his one pair of sweatpants I just kept washing, and a soft gray t-shirt to match.

“I’m gonna go take a shower and give you some space to sleep, okay?” He asked while standing in the doorway. His shoulders looked so broad that I wondered how he could fit through the door, then nearly giggled at the thought.

“Okay,” I said, laying down once more.

I listened to the water running as he was showering, feeling calm that he was home, but something still didn’t feel right. The bed felt too large, like it was going to swallow me whole, and I still had a twitch resting in my muscles. Every time I started to drift to sleep Pablo’s face would show up, causing me to sit up and try to hold the tears back. I finally thought I had fallen asleep when another one happened, this time it was back at the school, only I didn’t see the car in the parking lot, I was instead cornered in my classroom. I sat up with a shout. I felt like I wanted to cry but my body was so exhausted that I couldn’t, I was just trying harder and harder to even out my breathing.

I listened for the shower and realized it was turned off, which meant Javi was back in the living room. I stumbled out of bed and made my way to where I thought he would be, but the couch was vacant. The beeping of the microwave gave away where he was and I walked into the kitchen only to realize then that I didn’t have a bra or pants on. It was too late, and I watched him nearly drop his plate at the sight of me.

“(Y/N), you almost gave me a heart attack, what’re you doing up?”

I found myself speechless as I watched the man in front of me start to spoon some of the soup I had made earlier into his mouth. I was standing there with my legs bare, and if I turned around almost my entire ass would be out because my underwear left barely any room for imagination. But he wasn’t any better, and had just his sweatpants hung low enough on his hips that before he turned around I caught a glimpse of the dimples on his lower back. Now with him facing me I had to look away before I was caught staring at the outline that his sweatpants did very little to hide in the dim light of the kitchen. His chest and torso weren’t any less distracting and I decided to just look at the floor to avoid embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, I just keep having nightmares and I can’t sleep.” I held my hands in front of me, trying to hide behind them a little.

“Do you want me to come sit with you? I wouldn’t mind some company while I had dinner. I could pull up a chair and talk your ear off until you get too bored and fall asleep.”

I laughed a bit, but then nodded. “That kind of sounds ridiculous but yeah, okay.”

“Alright, you go get back into bed. I’m just grabbing something to drink then I’ll be there.”

I did as he told me to and got myself comfortable. I turned on the lamp on the bedside table so he wasn’t eating in the dark, and buried myself up to my chin in the blankets. My hair was up in a messy bun on my pillow, and I knew it had to look ridiculous but I didn’t care enough to fix it.

He walked in and his face softened when he laid his eyes on me. “You look so cozy in my bed,” he said, while placing his plate and glass (whiskey in it of course) on the bedside table. “I’m just gonna go grab a chair, then I’ll be back alright?”

He sat and ate while I listened to him tell me about random things he does at work. I could tell he was glossing over the difficult things, and mostly told me what he liked to do to bother Steve the most. He explained what had been going on with Steve and his wife, Connie.

“You’d really like her, I hope you get to meet her.” He swallowed his last bite of food and downed the rest of his drink. “You look pretty tired, I’ll leave you to get some more sleep.” He stood up, and collected his dishes. He walked off to the kitchen and I could hear him putting his stuff in the sink before he came back to get his chair. “If you need anything at all I’m just in the next room, okay?”

I thought about him walking out of the room, and not knowing when I would see him again. Would he be back the next night? Or would it be another week before he was back again? The thought alone caused my heart to race, and once again I was looking at a man who had become my lifeline.

“Javi?” I asked, my voice barely loud enough for him to hear, but he still did. He froze in the doorway, holding the chair, and turned to look at me. His face was even softer as he gazed upon my form all wrapped up under the covers. “Stay?”

“Sweetheart, I-”

“Please.”

He stood in the doorway for a moment, before nodding. “Okay, let me just put this away.”

I waited while he put the chair away and quickly washed the dishes in the sink. He seemed to pause for a moment before making his way back into his room. I had turned off the light by the time he was back, and he had no problem finding his way in the dark over to his side of the bed.

The bed sunk down slightly under his weight as he slipped underneath the covers. It wasn’t a small bed, but it wasn’t big enough to allow a lot of space between us. I turned on my side to face him, the blankets covered right up to my chin, and found him facing me already. He was on his back, the blankets only up to his chest, with his arms folded on top, and his head was turned to the side so he could look at me.

“Hello,” I whispered. “Fancy seeing you here.”

We burst out laughing, easing the tension settled in the inch of space between our bodies. I could feel him relax more, and his smile took up more of his face than before.

“You just had to use the nickname didn’t you?”

I smiled. “Another moment of weakness. Won’t happen again.”

He shook his head, laughing. “Yeah, yeah, cariño, get some sleep.”

“Good night,” I whispered, and rolled over so my back was facing him.

“Night,” he answered.

I woke up at some point with a weight over my middle, and his entire body plastered against my back. I didn’t even open my eyes. His breaths puffing against my neck lulled me back to sleep.

When I woke up again he was gone.

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[lualuabestningdungie]

Enchanted ✧˖*°࿐

Synopsis: In which, YN starts working in a small coffee shop and befriends a daily customer.

Pairing: Huening Kai x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, coffee shop au, non idol au

Warnings: might contain grammar mistakes, she/her pronouns used.

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Customers entered the the small coffee shop joining the line for ordering. On the other side of the counter, there was yn. She was the new barista and she kept struggling while taking orders.

“I’m sorry… can you repeat that again?” the client huffed and repeated their order making yn feel embarrassed.

The day went on quietly, it was almost 6 pm and only two or three people were inside the shop.

Yn was cleaning the counters and some utensils she used for preparing drinks, until she heard the small bell from the door ringing, announcing that someone entered. Yn turned around to face the client and take their order.

“Hello, welcome to Nap of a Star café, can I take your order?” Yn said and looked up to face the client. In front of her was a very tall guy, with long brown hair. His cheeks were slightly flushed and he had a small smile on his face.

“I’ll have a strawberry açaí please.” He said and gave yn a small smile.

Yn felt slightly mesmerized by him, he was the prettiest man she’s ever seen. Going back to reality she nodded and grabbed a cup and a marker.

“Of course, what is your name?”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, umm your name… for the order?” Yn said looking at him.

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He said getting flustered and quite embarrassed. “I’m Huening Kai.” He said looking back at her while she was scribbling his name into the cup.

“Alright Huening Kai, I’ll call you when your order’s ready.” Yn said giving him a smile and turning back to prepare his order.

Huening Kai felt a small jolt in his stomach, he still had a small blush on his cheeks. He giggled as you dropped some ice on the counter and almost spilled the strawberry flavoring. After a few seconds he realized that he was staring a bit too much and decided to take out his phone.

“Strawberry açaí for Huening Kai.” yn called when she finished making the drink. Huening Kai walked to the counter where you were holding his drink.

“Thank you, yn” he said reading the name of your name tag.

“No problem.” You smiled at him and went back to cleaning.

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A few weeks went by and Huening Kai stopped by the shop almost everyday. He became a regular customer using the excuse that one of his friends, Soobin, was also working there. But all he wanted to do was see you.

“Kai you need to let me do my job, why don’t you go with Taehyun? He’s probably at his apartment doing nothing.”

“Sorry hyung! I’ll just order something okay?” Kai walked towards the counter where you were taking orders.

“Hi yn!” He said smiling brightly at you.

“Hey Kai” you replied smiling back. “Are you having your regular?”

“Actually, I want you to recommend me a drink.” He said still smiling. “What’s your favorite drink?”

“Umm, I always get a Chai latte. Would you like to try it?” Yn said chuckling.

“Yes! I’ll have that one.” Kai said.

“Okay, I’ll call when it’s done.”

It was a very quiet afternoon, Kai was the only customer in the shop and he was patiently waiting for his drink.

“Yn, my shift is already over. I’ll be off now.” Soobin said taking his apron off.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow Bin!” Yn continued preparing Kai’s drink and Soobin walked out of the shop leaving only Kai and yn.

“So… you know Soobin, right?” She said to him.

“Yeah, he’s one of my best friends.”

“That’s nice, he’s a really sweet guy. We hung out last week, he’s very funny.”

“You hung out?” Kai said feeling his stomach sinking a little.

“Yeah, we went to a park nearby when our shift ended. Here’s your drink by the way.” Yn said handing him his drink. He muttered a small ‘thank you’ and looked at her trying to figure out something.

“Do you like him?” He asked suddenly. yn chuckled at this and replied.

“Well he’s nice and sweet, but he’s not really my type.” Kai felt relieved. “Why’d you ask?” Yn said looking at him puzzled.

“Uhm… no reason, I was just curious.”

“Okay then…”

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It was about 9 p.m. and yn’s shift ended. She got ready to leave and closed the store. The walk to her apartment was rather long, but as she forgot her wallet at home, she couldn’t afford to take the bus.

She stopped by a park sitting on a bench in front of a basketball court, some guys were still playing but none of them notice she was there.

She noticed that they stopped playing a few minutes later and started saying their goodbyes to each other.

Yn noticed that one of the boys was walking towards her and started to panic a little. “Yn?” As the guy approached her she got a better view of who it was.

“Huening Kai, hi…” yn said looking at him and standing up from the bench.

“What are you doing here? It’s very late.” He said getting closer standing in front of her.

His hair was messy, some strands of hair from his bangs were stuck on his forehead with sweat. He looked agitated and his cheeks were red. He was wearing a black sweatshirt and sport shorts. He looked very good.

“Oh, I forgot my wallet at home and I don’t have my bus card, so I’m walking home. I stopped here to rest a little, my apartment is not that close from here.”

“I see…well, let me walk you!” He said smiling.

“Are you sure? My apartment is kinda far away from here.”

“I don’t mind, it’s dangerous to walk alone at night by yourself, I’ll make you some company.”

“Alright then.” Yn agreed and both of them started walking. They held a small conversation, talking about their hobbies, school, thing they liked, etc.

It was a very comfortable walk, you realized Huening Kai was a really fun person to be around. He talked about his friends and how he might introduce you to them.

When both finally reached your apartment, Kai walked you all the way to your door. Once you got there you opened the door.

“Thank you so much Kai, for walking me all the way here.” You smiled at him and he was already smiling back.

“It’s no problem! I realized we live rather close, so it’s okay, actually I would like to walk you home any day.” He said with a slight blush on his cheeks.

“That would be nice, I really enjoyed your company!” You said enthusiastically.

“I’m glad! I really enjoyed talking to you, we should hang out sometime.” He said shyly and you nodded.

“I’d love too!”

“Great! Um, here.” He reached his pocket and pulled out his phone and handed it to you. “Add your number so we can text each other!” You grabbed his phone and added yourself on his contacts ‘yn:)’ and handed his phone back. “Thanks, I’ll text you later.” He smiled at you.

“Alright! Thanks again Kai.” You smiled back at him. After that you both said your goodbyes and you entered to your apartment. You closed the door and smiled dumbly. You could feel butterflies in your stomach. You couldn’t wait for him to text you.

On his side, he walked home with the brightest smile on his face. He felt happy that you actually wanted to hang out with him some other day. When he got home he sat on his bed and looked at your name in his contact list. He didn’t know if it was to fast to already text you….but he did.

“Hi yn! It’s Kai”

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[daniellesimagines]

Drunk in Love (Ashton Irwin)

word count: 584 requested by: uhhh myself lmao happy annual birthday imagine!!!! sorry it’s a lil late this year!!!!!! pronouns: she/her warnings: drunk ash, mentions of cheating  fandom: 5 seconds of summer  au type: regular summary: this isn’t the first time ashton has come home drunk after hanging out with his friends, but it is the first time he’s refused to get into bed with you to avoid upsetting his wife inspired by: @softanon (x) authors notes: im not dead, just unmotivated other parts: none

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You huffed as you finally got your boyfriend to the living room couch, taking a moment to catch your breath as he plopped down on the cushions. Ashton rarely let himself get too carried away while out drinking with the boys, but when he did, he was practically dead weight as he hung all over you when you picked him up from the club.

“Alright, Ash,” you sighed, “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm, no thank you,” he hummed, his eyes closed in content as he snuggled one of the couch pillows.

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I just can’t,” he insisted.

“Why not?”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, “You’re really nice and thank you for taking care of me, but I have a wife.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you could feel your stomach drop – Ashton had a wife this whole time? You’d known him for what seemed like forever, and you never expected Ashton to be the kind of person to cheat in a relationship.

“Y-Your wife?” you forced yourself to ask.

But you weren’t at all prepared for Ashton’s answer.

“Her name’s Y/N,” he smiled, and your heart skipped again – he was talking about you? “She’s nice and caring and she loves our fish like they’re our actual babies and she smells like vanilla which is extra good because that’s my favorite smell so it means she’s my favorite smell,” he rambled, barely even stopping to take a breath, “And I love her and you’re really nice but I love her and I don’t want her to leave me because I love her so much.” You found yourself smiling softly – you never knew Ashton thought of you this way – and just accepted that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere near you until he sobered up.

“Okay, Ash,” you humored him, “Can I get you anything before you-” You cut yourself off when you heard him start snoring. “-fall asleep,” you chuckled to yourself, making your way to your bedroom so you get some sleep as well.

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The next morning, you walked down the hallway and into the living room, finding Ashton just now waking up. He blinked a few times to get used to the sunlight shining through the blinds, looking over when you giggled softly.

“Rough night?” you teased.

“Why was I sleeping on the couch?” he groaned, rubbing where his neck met his shoulder. You snickered softly with a shrug. 

“I tried to get you to come to bed, but you refused,” you sighed dramatically, “Something about how your wife wouldn’t appreciate you getting into bed with another woman.”

“Wife?” he furrowed his eyebrows, “What? No, baby, I’m not-”

“Her name is Y/N,” you began, trying not to smile when his eyes widened, “You told me all about how she’s a real sweetheart and the best wife and how you’re so happy you married her.”

“I did?” 

“Also said something about how you love that she smells like vanilla.”

“God, that’s so embarrassing,” he whined. 

“Hey, I thought it was cute,” you giggled, “Whoever she is, she’s a lucky lady.” 

Ashton rolled his eyes, his gaze following you as you walked over and planted yourself on his lap. His arms wound around your waist to keep you from sliding while your own rested on his shoulders so you could play with his hair. 

“Nice to know that even drunk, you’d never cheat on me,” you said, squealing when he started poking your sides.

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[amazingmsme]

It’s a Tie

AN: Here’s today’s fic! Robin & Steve are so wholesome, I hope y’all enjoy this one! 

Robin and Steve had a special kind of friendship. One full of playful competitions, insults, and teasing. They wouldn't have it any other way.

Right now, they were in the middle of one of their arguments, shooting retorts back and forth. They both gestured wildly, voices going shrill from embarrassment while trying to defend themselves.

"You're out of your damn mind Buckley, you're way worse than me."

"Um, I don't think so! Have you even heard yourself when someone goes for your knees? You screech like a banshee," she giggled, reaching for his knees to prove her point. He jerked away, but not before she latched on and began squeezing.

"Noho dohohon't!" he squeaked, tucking his legs close to his chest. She looked at him with a smug grin and he huffed.

"That's not fair. Besides, your hips are way more ticklish. You snort endlessly if I even just look at them," he teased. Her cheeks flushed bright red, an annoyed squeal of protest slipping past her lips.

"What a load of horse shit! I do not!" she shrieked, hiding her face in her hands. He took the opportunity to squeeze her him and her body convulsed, a loud snort escaping.

"You're so mean! There's only one way to settle this once and for all," she said with a serious tone. Steve matched her energy, schooling his features.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" he asked, arching a brow.

"We see who can last the longest getting tickled," she said nonchalantly. Steve's face fell.

"W-what?"

"You heard me," she challenged. Steve glared at her, their eyes locked in an intense staring contest.

"No way."

"Then I guess I win by default," she chirped happily. Steve's mouth hung open in shock and he held up a hand to protest.

"Now wait just a minute!"

She looked at him expectantly, and he caved.

"Alright fine, but you're going first," he said pointedly. Robin swallowed thickly.

"Fine by me. I'll start my watch," she said, pushing a few buttons to start a timer. Her hubris made her jump the gun, and she only realized the mess she was in once he fixed her with a look.

He wasted no time and dove for her feet, skittering his fingers across her socked sole. She barked out a loud laugh, kicking her legs on his grip.

"Yeah you seem real composed right now," he taunted, slipping off her socks to get at bare skin. A snort interrupted the bout of giggles she found herself lost in. She fell on her back, her hair fanning out around her. He followed her down and plunged his hands under her arms. Her laugh got a little wheezy and she pounded a fist on the ground.

"Okay Ohohokahay Ihihi gihive!" she cried out. He eased up, ruffling her hair as she sat up straight.

"Wow, a whopping 2 minutes and 3 seconds," he said sarcastically. She shot him the bird.

"Let's see you do better," she challenged, resetting the timer and starting it. She pounced on him, straddling his waist and kneading his sides. Bright laughter immediately filled the air as he rocked back and forth, gripping onto her wrists for dear life.

"Ohoho fuhuhuck!"

"Aww what's wrong? Too ticklish? Might as well give up now," she taunted, slipping her hands under his shirt. She scratched her nails against the now exposed skin, pushing his shirt up even higher. She pinched each rib on both sides of his ribcage, adding a hysterical note to his laughter.

She made a show of taking a deep breath and bent down to blow a raspberry on his belly. He screamed and curled in a ball, shoving at her face.

"Mehehercy! Plehehease!" Robin stopped the timer, but blew an extra raspberry just to torment him further.

She gasped when she saw the timer.

"No fuckin' way."

Steve sat up, crawling over to see. 2 minutes, and 3 seconds.

"It's a tie."

"Huh. Guess we're evenly matched."

Steve sighed. "Guess so."

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You forgot to say 'I love you' back.

It's simple protocol! You say 'I love you' before hanging up and the Rogues need to say it back!? What kind of monster just hangs up!?

The Riddler: "I'm not going to stop calling until you say you love me back." You said through the phone. The Riddler stumbled over his words for a moment. "I-I don't have time for this. I'm busy!" "Then you better tell me you love me back quickly then." You smirked. He was silent for a moment when suddenly the line went dead. You gasped, eyes wide and staring at the phone. The phone rang again and Edward groaned in exasperation. "What!?" "You hung up on me! Tell me you love me back!" You demanded. "You...you know already! Why would i need to say it!?" He cried out. "Excuse you, you make me tell you it all the time!" You retorted. There was another silence. "You hang up on me and I come over there." You threatened. "No!" The Riddler yelped. "I...So do I. Can I go now!?" "That was shit and you know it! Come on Ed, three words and three syllables." There was more silence. "I'm never telling you that I love you ever again-" You began but got cut off. "No! I-" Edward sighed. "I love you. You know I do." You smiled into the phone. "Wish I had photographic memory for that." Edward cracked a smile. "I really do need to go-" "Alright, alright, I've tormented you enough. Love you, bye." "B-" He caught himself. "You're going to call back again if I don't say it again before I go, aren't you?" "You learn fast, Ed." He could heard your smug gone and he sighed again. "I love you too." He said before hanging up the phone. He ignored the immediate text of "WHERE WAS MY GOODBYE?" that popped up a few seconds later.

Scarecrow: "You didn't say you loved me back." You deadpanned. "I know what I said." He replied. "You gotta say it back! I'll keep calling until you do. You know i will." You pressed. "I see." You heard a shuffle of sorts and then silence. "Jonathan?" You didn't receive an answer "Hello?" Nothing. "Don't be a pain in the ass, just tell me you love me back. I tell you all the time!" You huffed. "I most certainly do not!" A new voice said. "E-Ed!? What are you doing!?" You gaped. "What am I doing? What are you doing!? I'm not the one talking into a phone with no one on the other side!" He remarked. You gaped. "He left the phone!?" "I believe so...now what's this about me telling you that I love you because I most certainly don't and you never tell me you love me! That's lies! Although I wouldn't be opposed to hearing it at the moment. I do have a moment to spare."

Black Mask: "You need to tell me you love me back." You said blankly. "You already know that." Roman rolled his eyes. "Roman!" You whined. "(Y/N)!" He whined back mockingly. "Now isn't the time for this, doll." "Then tell me quickly!" You remarked. He sighed. "One second..." You heard footsteps and smiled. Of course Roman would look for somewhere more private. He sighed. "I love you, you giant pain in my ass." You could hear his smile. "Good because I was about to keep calling." You grinned. "I know you would." He replied. "That's why I made sure to quickly get it over with. Can't have the boys hearing me all soft with you. The last thing they need to think is that I'm a sap." You giggled. "Stay safe, babe." "See ya." Black Mask replied fondly before the line went dead.

Two-Face: "You need to say you love me back." You deadpanned and he chuckled. "Beautiful, I'm not alone." "So? I tell you I love you in front of everyone and anyone." You replied. You heard his footsteps. His voice dropped. "You know that we love you very much." "Aww...thanks Harv'! See Harv' can do it!" Harvey chuckled. "You know it's true." "Now you two better come back to me perfectly fine, got it? Or I will rain hell on this city. Godzilla will have nothing on me." You said and he chuckled. "I can believe that." Harvey replied. "Love you two." You smiled. "Love you more." He replied before the line went dead. You didn't see the smile you had put on his face.

Victor Zsasz: "You didn't say you love me back." You said. "Yup." He replied immediately. "You need to say it back." You insisted. "For how much?" He asked. "I'm not paying you!" You huffed. "Then why should I? I'm being paid to kill yet I don't get payment for putting myself out there vulnerable? Sounds unfair." He argued. "I'm going to keep calling you back. You and I both know you can't turn off your phone whilst on the job." Then you heard a dramatic sigh. Victor rolled his eyes. "I love you too." "Ha!" You grinned with victory and hung up the phone, letting him get back to his job. Suddenly Victor was calling you back. You answered. "Hey?" "You didn't say it back." Son of a bitch.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #victor zsasz #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis

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The lengths I would go to - Hanma Shuji X F!Reader

[Probably contains spoilers from the anime and the manga][She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone is +18]

[Spoilers from Deranged Love]

Words : 8 084

Summary : You needed to prove you were something, to shows Bonten and Hanma you had value. You did the only thing you thought you do just that : kidnap Ran Haitani.

Warnings : Rape Joke / Voyeurism / Non-Con Voyeurism / Incest Jokes / Hair Pulling / Mention of rape (no rape) / Unprotected sex / Creampie

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Right as I sent him a text, I felt some regret.

But only for a second. For just a second. After all, why would I regret what I was about to do? I needed to show him what was going on. Since he was stupid enough to disrespect us a few days ago at his brother’s party in front of so many people, I needed that respect back—one way or another. Bonten did things the hard way, the smart way, the right way .

Sighing contently, I placed my phone on the coffee table in Hanma’s apartment and walked to his— our bedroom. If it all went according to plan, it wouldn’t be too hard to get him to do whatever I needed him to do.

Have you seen the chemistry he had with that woman? They were probably talking about you. He’s not stupid enough to come to you. No one is.

“Of course he still likes me, he threw me a gaze and I felt it. Just one last hope, it’s enough, right? To get him to play my little game.” I told her. If she was going to stick around, why not talk and have fun? I’ve always wanted friends… good ones. Shiho would be gone soon, I knew it. Hanma said so. And Rai? Rai was never leaving. I huffed a dry laugh to myself and took off all my clothes.  

Looking at my figure in the mirror, I gently trailed a finger on the tattoo on my sternum and smiled, “He doesn’t respect me, I’ll show him what I can do.” Staring at myself for a second, my eyes widened shortly, “ Everyone will . I’m not weak anymore.”

Without much care, I opened the wardrobe and reached for one of my best dresses. After all, Ran was an easy man, if a whore was enough to please him—if my person dressed in work clothes was enough to make him want me, then he was a simple man. They all were, all but Hanma.

I caught a glimpse of myself smiling in the mirror and felt my face flush like a stupid little girl before turning around and getting dressed. It was pretty exciting to be doing this alone, of my own incentive. Not only would it show Bonten that I was worth it—after all, I would be putting my hands on one of their executives so easily, something many wanted—but it would also honor Hanma. I couldn’t handle being the reason they hated him even more.

Speak of the devil , I thought upon hearing my phone ring in the other room. Grabbing a pair of heels on my way out, I ran to the living room and picked up the phone a bit out of breath, “Hi.”

“Did I interrupt your fun, doll?” God, his voice. It was so easy to get me to relax the moment I heard his voice, I felt myself smile just from it. “Here I thought I’d fuck you numb once I’m home, guess you won’t be needing it.”

Interrupting him in excitement, I let myself fall on the couch and huffed a laugh, “Oh, we’re gonna fuck alright, I was doing some…” I looked around, finding the room almost spotless from this morning, “Preparations, for your surprise.”

Hanma hummed in curiosity. I heard his shirt brush against the speaker of the phone then the slamming of his door, his voice dropping a few octaves as he smiled, “ Not the biggest fan of surprises. Don’t play coy and come clean already .” Although his tone seemed light enough, I felt his annoyance and my heart beat faster in stress. Should I tell him or still keep it a surprise? I did not have much time to think, so I did the easiest thing, “Come home and you’ll see. Bye, bye.” Then I hung up.

My phone was thrown on the couch like it was scalding hot, I’d rather not see his pissed-off texts or I knew I’d change my mind. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed it again only to put some music on the speakers, something to get in the mood…

Scrolling through everything, I found the perfect playlist and put my phone back on the table before walking up to the alcohol cabinet. Seeing the glasses and bottles reminded me of what I had copped from Shiho yesterday.

“Shi, don’t ask questions but… do you know where I can get any drug to make someone pass out?” I had asked her. She was surprised at the time, speechless for a few seconds as she looked at me with worried eyes before rummaging through her bag. A few seconds passed, and she pulled out a little pouch. It looked like something to stash pads or tampons in, but inside was a more metallic sound of medicine clinking alongside a box. A few more moments passed, and I felt my entire body cold from stress. I had never really done that of my own free will, it was not that bad, right? I wasn’t going to do anything to him, he’d just have to be asleep if I wanted to overpower him… yeah.

Her hand was placed on the table delicately as she slid it toward me.

“One roofie tablet for the lady.” She said with a laugh.

I immediately pushed her hand away, grabbing it and shoving it in my bag, “Thank you.”

“I don’t wanna ask questions, but I’m curious. So I’ll still ask, feel free to not answer but–” She paused, her brows furrowing, “Are they really putting you to the drugging task for their stupid missions and stuff? I mean, I’d rather know you’re safe than be out there shooting people, don’t get me wrong.”

My nervous giggle of relief interrupted her, making her confused. I could roll with that, I thought, “Yeah, I—yeah, I guess I did good during that Casino thing so… thank you for not thinking it was for me, I don’t need that to sleep or anything.” 

“Listen, listen, you may have–” she mimicked slicing her throat, her tongue out and eyes closed, “someone, but he had pressured you… yes.” She nodded, convincing herself. I did not reply, knowing full well what I was about to do out of my own volition with this drug. She smiled and continued her kind rant that defended me, something I just knew she would do until the end. Something I knew was wrong to let her believe, but found solace in. 

As she spoke, I was already imagining how I would drug him.

Opening my bag on the cabinet, I grabbed the tablet and put it in the glass. I made sure to pour something only he would drink. I didn’t know the man as much as I needed to make sure he would go with the plan, but I was confident in my observation skills. He did not seem the type to like fruity stuff, so I poured myself something with red berries—that way I was sure he would not take my drink—and left the glasses there. 

Now all I had to do was wait for him to arrive.

I knew Hanma would be there in about an hour, maybe less, but Ran? If he arrived after Hanma it’d be messy. He needed to arrive earlier to give me enough time to take care of him and prepare my gift to Hanma. “Oh shit, I forgot!” I exclaimed to myself before hurrying to the bedroom and finding a plastic bag I had shoved under the bed.

“Let’s swing by the home depot real quick, I need to get some stuff.” I told Shiho as we got up to leave the café. My eyes glanced at the bathroom, remembering that fight I had with Rai last time we came here. Had I been able to convince her at that time, she wouldn’t—

Oh, what’s done is done. 

It could have gone differently, don’t you think?

What’s done. is. done.

Shiho nodded and put on her jacket, hooking her arm with mine as she led us outside, making me look ahead instead of staring at the bathroom. “I could probably find some nice drapes for Haru’s place, the windows are huge. Don’t get me wrong, I’m into some public stuff, but people don’t have to see me right when I wake up, you know?” She explained, walking rapidly.

Humming, I looked around, feeling like someone was following us, “Suites have blinds, don’t they?” I said off-handedly, my eyes sweeping the streets, trying to catch the person who was following us. I thought I had seen someone looking our way at some point, but they entered a shop soon after, so I let it slide. The odd feeling remained even as we entered the store while Shiho explained how closing the blinds would ‘show they didn’t want to be seen’. How Sanzu argued that showing fear and paranoia would mean we were not strong enough in the eyes of our enemies.

I suppose it sounded like Bonten; if someone had a problem with them, all they had to do was come at them. They were more than kind to listen, the actions taken afterwards were not as kind, however.

“Some rope, but not too rough. Something like…” I reached for a white rope that seemed malleable enough, I could tie it without too much effort. What kind of knot would work, though?

You’re considering drugging a man and tying–

Shut up.

“Damn girl, is there some kinky stuff going on with pole guy? You know, this kinda reminds me of that book with uh–” Shiho started, but I shook my head and was faster to stop her daydreaming, “It’s for Hanma.” It wasn’t a lie, it was for him that I was doing this. “I need to buy some.” It was true. I needed to buy it, not for his use, but ultimately… it was all for him.

The woman laughed and reached for some rope, looping it around her shoulder. She mumbled something to herself then looked at me, “Tell me when.” I watched her wrap, when it was enough so that it did not look too suspicious, I told her to stop and thanked her before cutting the rope. Usually, I’d come to this store maybe for oil for my wooden furniture or nails to hang up pictures here and there.

Never had I thought I’d need to come for this.

It was a quick trip, I paid, was handed a plastic bag with the goods, and left the store.

“I should cut some, I’m not going to need that much…” I pondered out loud, about to get up to reach for some scissors until I heard a knock on the door.

Panicked, I stood up and grabbed the bag with me before throwing it under the couch so it was within range once he passed out.

Putting on Hanma’s bathrobe, making sure it fell off my shoulder as I opened the door, I also put on a smile like a weapon. If it was Hanma, I needed to calm him down; if it was Ran, I needed to get him in the mood to relax. Whichever it was, I needed to look enticing. Taking a deep breath to calm down, I brushed my dress down and pulled at the neckline slightly so it hung lower.

“Coming.” I said in a bored tone, turning the key and opening the door slowly, peeking behind the door. I held back a smirk at the sight of Ran dressed up nicely. He was usually wearing a suit, sure, but the amount of cologne he wore was a bit of a giveaway of the effort he had put into this. Looking him up and down, I met his gaze and smiled, “You cleaned up nicely, Haitani.”

He huffed a dry laugh and nodded at the door.

I opened it fully, showing off how I was dressed. He purposely walked past me, barely giving me a glance, letting me shut the door behind him. “This is Hanma’s place, what’s the catch?” He said, his guard visibly still up. He was going to make this harder than it was supposed to be, I didn’t have time for this.

Rolling my eyes, I walked up to him and gestured for him to hand me his jacket, “He’s not home, I’m just trying to clear the air between you and I.” I said, turning around to hang his jacket before facing him once more. I took off the bathrobe and tossed it on the free seat. “If we’re going to work together, we might as well act like adults and not hate each other, right?” 

Reaching for the cabinet, I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips before Ran placed his hand between the glass and my face, “What’s truly going on, psycho?”

I sighed and realized he was going to make me say everything he needed to hear before believing anything from me. Pleading looks, he needed that. I glanced up at him with doe eyes then bashfully turned my head to the side, “What you all said at Rindou’s party… it kinda struck a nerve, you know?” I paused, he did not move but was intently listening. The poor man was already hooked, his attention fully drawn to my lips and each word that was about to flood from them, “I overreacted out there, I yelled, I got mad, I was… humiliated.” Lies . I was angered, and exhausted by their lack of respect for me.

“Keep going, I like where this is going. I’m sure you’ve got more of this.” He said with a smirk, his hand reaching for the drink meant for him as he took a sip and stared at me. I held back a victorious smile and reached for his free hand, “I liked how you chased me.” I said softly, he almost spat his drink but swallowed before meeting my eyes with newfound excitement. 

“You cut your hair just like Hanma for me, right? It was cute, you know…”

This time he laughed fully, leaning in with his breath right against the shell of my ear, “You’re gonna have to try harder if you want me to believe you.” His hand gripped the back of my head, tilting it back as his lips ghosted over mine, “That silly game of yours isn’t cutting it, so be honest and I’ll see what to do with you.”

A smile drew itself on my lips, this was something I was never going to admit to anyone but I got turned on by his roughness. Seeing him more forceful, less pitiful, trying to show he was the shit, it was sort of…

“Speak, psycho.”

So I spoke, “ I wanted to get a taste before you picked her. ” Was it a lie? Yes… of course I didn’t want him. He needed to hear this. I didn’t want him, but he wanted me to want him, that’s why I said that. Ran seemed shocked for a second, his grip lessening only a little before he forced my head to the side and inhaled my perfume, “I knew you were fucked up, but cheating’s an all-time low.”

I scoffed and pulled out of his grip, chugging my drink quickly before slamming it on the counter, “You gotta taste different flavors to know which is your favorite, right?” I met his gaze as he mimicked my actions and gulped down the rest of his drink. A chill of excitement ran down my spine, I’d have goosebumps if some were not all over my body already from how mad he was getting. This was too thrilling.

“Then I’ll–” His words died out, cotton-mouthed. His eyes darted to me in confusion, oh , the taste of one-upping him. “I’ll show you.” He was struggling to speak, his glass shattering on the ground as his hand reached out for me. I let out a sigh of annoyance at the display in front of me but let it happen, watching him turning more and more confused, “‘ou ‘ucking ‘itch.” He finally said as his limbs gave in. With a grimace, I stepped back to avoid his body falling at my feet and stepped over it, joining him in seconds when he reached for my ankle and made me fall on the ground.

I swore at him, kicking his hand away as I pushed myself from the floor and hissed at the glass shards that had grazed my skin, “Will you fucking sleep? For fuck’s sake.” One kick in his side, his hand fell by it as he finally drifted to sleep.

“That’s a whole mess, and for what?” I rolled my eyes, brushing the shards out of the way to grab his ankles and drag him to the couch, “You couldn’t pass out on your back? You had to do it face down, dramatic bitch.” I sighed, making myself laugh before the dread of the words I’d uttered reached my brain. My grip tightened around his ankles for a second—I stared at Ran’s body and my eyes widened. Kneeling by his side, I helped his body on the couch and started muttering, “I didn’t mean it, I don’t want him at all. You believe me, right?”

What are you even doing?

“I only want him, not Ran. I don’t want Ran, I want Hanma. You have to believe me.” I looked at the ceiling and smiled, worried, fearing he had heard all the lies I had spilled. This buzzing was growing louder and louder, I could barely hear myself talk.

“We have to show them all we’re worth it, it’s all for you .” I whispered, laying Ran on his side with a loud huff on my part at how heavy the man was. His legs on the side of the couch, I half sat on it as I tied his hands behind his back.

Do you see yourself?

“I see that work needs to be done!” I stood up, looking at Rai only to see nothing, but I continued, “And I’m the only cut to do it! Okay?!” I told her, unnerved by the attitude she was giving me. Ticked off by my heels, I hurriedly took them off and tossed them aside before going to the kitchen to get everything I needed to clean the shards off the ground. It needed to be spotless for him, it was his surprise, it had to go perfectly.

Once everything was tossed away, I helped Ran sit on the couch, his head resting on the back of it, “Now we wait, right? You and I…” I uttered, putting back on Hanma’s bathrobe before slumping on the empty seat in front of Ran.

Humming a song to myself, I looked at Ran and said, “See, if I were the one passed out, you’d be on top of me in an instant.” My smile dropped, and I stood up to pour myself another drink, giving him a dirty look, “Watch how easy it is to not assault people.” I looked around to see what else I could move for the scene to be perfect—staring at the coffee table for too long, I decided to get it out of the way and grabbed some blankets from the bed, laying them in front of the couch. 

Still kneeling on the blankets, I looked up at Ran’s passed-out form and grinned, “It’s going to be such a show!”

Just as those words escaped my lips I heard keys rattling at the door; I had left mine in. In no time, Hanma’s voice was heard. I got to my feet in seconds and was about to open, but instead listened, “If you locked yourself in ‘cause you’re scared…” He trailed off a few seconds, it was exciting, “Then you’re right. But I can’t really hunt you down if you’re locked in. We both know how much you love to be chased.”

I opened the door.

I greeted him in that beautiful dress, his bathrobe on my form, somehow trying to hide Ran behind me which Hanma saw and gently pushed me aside, “Doll.” He turned around, I noticed the bag in his hand and ignored his warning tone. The one I knew would get me in trouble. I closed the door and nodded at his hand, “What’s in the bag?” I smiled.

He smiled back, but without the sweetness.

Handing me the bag, he purposely ignored the body on the couch and cooed, “You didn’t think I wouldn’t get you a gift, right?” When I reached out to take it, he got it out the way, “I bought it before you went rogue, so we’ll open it after you explain yourself, yeah?” Placing the bag on the counter, he grabbed the drink I handed him and chugged it down in two gulps before tapping the corner of his mouth, looking at me intently.

Feeling my heart beat fast in my chest, I stepped closer and held the side of his face before wiping the droplet from the corner of his mouth with my thumb, “There.” I breathed out, my hand trailing down his shirt before hooking on his belt.

He smiled tightly and gripped my wrist before pulling me to the couch and letting go of me; I was offended. With a huff, I made sure not to look at Ran and frown at Hanma, but he gripped my jaw tight, “Do you know how many fucking rules you broke?”

“Since when do we care–”

His eyes widened in a crazed haze, “You’re nothing, do you get that?” His hands cradled my face as he ghosted his lips over mine, his eyes never leaving mine, “The only one who can do shit without consequences—it’s fucking Mikey, no one else.” He laughed dryly, almost exhausted. It wasn’t supposed to go like this at all.

What did you expect? That he’d praise you for being crazy?

I’m not crazy, he gets my vision, I know it.

I was starting to worry, looking at him with wide eyes, “How do you think he’ll react when he learns you kidnapped one of his execs for…?” He trailed off, making me understand I needed to tell him why I did that, so I kissed him hesitantly, he did not return the kiss, “For you…”

He huffed a laugh and let go of me, I reached for his hand and pulled him towards me again, stopping him from walking away, “Doesn’t it show that I’m smart?” I raised my tone slightly, pointing at Ran’s passed out form, “That I am worth something? I managed to get one of Bonten’s executives down. I’m not going to do shit to him, but it shows I’m something, right?!” I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it before wrapping it around my neck, “Tell me I’m something, please. I wanted to show–” My words were getting caught in my throat, how humiliating.

Then I stopped being stupid and dropped the bathrobe before pulling down my panties from under my dress, tossing them aside, “We had to show him how it’s done, right?” Hanma’s hands found themselves on my hips, pulling me against him as his lips grazed my head, “They don’t want us together ‘cause—they’re jealous, that’s what he is, he is jealous 'cause he’s never going to get me, so show him I’m yours.” I breathed out, buzzing with excitement. Ran wouldn’t ever say that, it was too embarrassing to admit after all.

With my hands on his collar, I pulled him closer to me, wanting to be one with him. Our lips a breath apart, I looked him dead in the eyes, pleading, “Show him I’m yours.” I repeated.

“Are ya asking me to fuck you in front of a Haitani?” He whispered against my lips, the smile that adorned his beautiful features sending butterflies to my stomach. I giggled and pushed at his chest, trying to get him to tumble back on the blankets but he held strong, unmoving. It irked me. “I’m asking you to show me off, to claim me.” I breathed out.

Instead of laying down, he grabbed me and forced me to my knees in seconds, the pain of them hitting the ground making me hiss. I quickly grabbed his hand to pull him towards me, but he slapped it away and tilted my head back to look down at me with a smirk, “That was fucking embarrassing, do you realize it?” He mocked, taking his vest off.

“I can definitely attest to that, now let me fucking go.” Ran seethed from his spot on the couch, his voice still drowsy and his head still half-tilted on his shoulder in sleepiness. Both Hanma and I faced him in surprise, and annoyance for me. But said annoyance only lasted a few seconds before I got excited again to get my plan in motion.

When I was about to wrap my arm around Hanma’s leg, he stepped towards Ran and punched him in the face, “Go back to sleep brother fucker.” Hanma swore under his breath, pissed off about the interruption I assumed. In an instant, his mood switched when his eyes widened humorously, “ Oh ?” He reached for a pillow and threw it on Ran’s lap, “Cover that shit up.” He spat, pressing his shoe on the pillow between Ran’s legs, “Didn’t know you could even get hard without lil’ bro around.” Seeing him twist his foot like a bastard on the pillow, making Ran try to knee him in frustration, had me keeling over.

“Same shit over and over again, you sound like a broken record.” Ran slurred on the spot and gritted his teeth, “Now put your bitch on a leash and let me out before she bites my balls off just to see what it does.” I did not have time to be offended or to tell him off before Hanma spoke.

“God, shut the fuck up!” He was getting more annoyed just from hearing Ran talk while I was getting more aroused upon seeing him heated. Standing up, I removed Hanma’s tie and as Ran mumbled something, I gripped his hair and wrapped it around his face, forcing his mouth open and tying it behind his head. He had a hard time articulating anything, which was exactly how we wanted it.

The man never speaks for shit, it’s better like this.

I think he’s allowed to complain, you kidnapped him.

It has a purpose, go away now.

Looking back at Hanma proudly, I smiled. I needed to focus back on him, I only needed him in my head or she’d come back. 

Hanma raised a brow, still on edge, his lips turned down in frustration. Taking his hands, I guided them inside the dress and over my breasts, “Now that he’s silent, I want you.” My hands gently wrapped around his wrists, I guided them to my shoulders, under my sleeves then down my arms, making my dress fall from my shoulders. I saw his eyes drop to my chest and helped one of his hands to it, ignoring Ran’s sounds in the back.

Hanma wrapped an arm around my waist and turned me around so my back was facing Ran—I did not mind and wondered why he had done that, but enjoyed the feeling of his hands on my skin. He then smirked down at me and said, “You’d look hotter with my name branded on your skin.”

I pressed myself against him and unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt, “You’d like that?” I breathed out, my lips pressed to his throat, that slender throat that I wanted to hold tight while he fucked me with no care, “Your name written on what’s yours, just like kids do with their toys, right?”

His eyes shone with thrill as his smile widened in a crazed haze, “Watch your words.” He ripped my hand from his shoulder and placed it on his cock, “You might regret getting me so hard.” He looked down at my breasts and slid his hands back to my waist, then brushed his thumbs on my nipples, “ You’re being too gentle, Shu… are you shy? ” I whispered in a mocking tone, making him look at me with what seemed to be a fire lit by the challenge I had thrown at him. A smirk formed on his lips as he brought a hand to my face and forcefully tilted it back, eliciting a grunt from me, “Does my pretty doll hate it gentle?” That mocking tone, those pleading eyes that showed me he didn't care, all felt so good, “It’d be a shame to have her frustrated from it,” He glanced at Ran, “Right? So annoying if she’d beg for my cock.”

With a hard pull on my hair, I was separated from him as he pushed me to my knees once more, “A fucking shame to show you how much she hates me by using her just how she likes it .” He threw a fake smile at Ran then knelt with just one knee on the ground as he held my chin with his index and thumb, “Isn’t that right? Maybe we should fuck like old times, when you’d tell me you hate me with my fingers inside you…” His lips now brushed the shell of my ear, sending shivers down my spine as he breathed, “Remember?”

Nodding, I shuffled closer to roll my hips on his thigh, the dress still pooled at my waist, “You’re a piece of shit.” I said with loving eyes, something I wanted to believe he returned when his eyes softened for a moment before he fully knelt and helped me to his lap with both his hands under the fabric and on my ass, “Give it more of a fight, more bite.” He said excitedly, nails digging into my skin.

Grinning at him, I unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock out of his pants as I lifted myself to my knees, “I’m nothing like you.” I gritted through my teeth before kissing him hungrily, guiding his cock to my entrance—before I could lower myself onto him, he pressed himself into me with force, making me moan in pain into the kiss and hold onto his shoulders. Hanma laughed maniacally into the kiss, grunting loudly, dramatically, for the show, so that Ran could hear him loud and clear, “There we fucking go, that’s my girl.”

My eyes widened at the words, feeling a weird feeling in my chest at the underlying softness. I stopped kissing him, staring at him instead. He had called me that many times, but this time it felt different for some reason—I couldn’t overthink it much, time didn’t allow it, and he did not allow it when he started kissing my throat, “See, Haitani. She’s a bit tricky like that, she gets a bit in her head.” He said, looking over my shoulder as he pressed me onto him, his hands still on my ass, guiding me to roll my hips against his, “So you gotta make her go silly, turn her stupid little brain numb. It’s very easy, she’s so submissive.”

My body was on fire, burning in embarrassment at the words he was addressing to Ran. I tried to press my forehead against Hanma’s, but he tilted his head and pouted at me mockingly, “What was that, doll? Intimacy?” He then freed one of his hands and cradled my face, “You should know better than to show weakness in front of anyone, try that again and see what happens.”

I let out a shaky breath and nodded, pressing my forehead to his shoulder instead as I started riding him desperately, needing to feel his cock deep inside me. I needed to get him off, to show we were meant for each other, I needed to—

”Putting on a pretty show, isn’t she?” Hanma sighed, leaning back on his elbows so he could watch me ride him. He tilted his head to the side at the sight of my hands hesitantly moving to his neck, a mischievous smile adorning his features, “And she’s so full of anger too!” He exclaimed.

“Help yourself, doll. Choke me if that gets you off, if anything that’ll make me the victim.”

When I wrapped my hands around his neck, I smiled happily and started rapidly moving on his cock, needing more and more friction, “Oh no,” Hanma fake grunted desperately, “She’s raping me, so fucked up, so so fucked up.” He let out a moan right after, more following as I brushed my thumb against his Adam’s apple and looked down at him, losing myself in the bliss of his cock. Meeting my eyes, he grinned and lifted the hem of my dress, exposing my ass fully to Ran.

“Hurt me, mark me, please,” I leaned in and pressed kisses against his lips that he did not return on purpose. His eyes looked at me and then at my lips many times, pride draped on his face as a crown did on a King’s head. He enjoyed seeing me desperate like this, my hands had long since moved from his throat to his jaw, moans and whines of pleasure flooding from my lips. “Please, I need it. I need the pain, I need you, please, Hanma, please.” I started repeating, like a mantra, each word punctuated by a kiss without ever stopping the rolls of my hips, each bringing me closer and closer to utter bliss.

Hanma’s hands moved to my back, his fingers tapping playfully on it as he dug his fingers and met my eyes once more, “Louder,” He gritted through his teeth.

A scream of pleasure tore from my throat, Hanma smiled, “Tell the public how bad this is,” He clawed my back, over and over again, each time deeper than the previous one, “How much you hate it,” I was getting closer, I couldn’t formulate words, my mouth was wide open as I leaned back, my hands still balancing my weight by being placed on his chest, “How much you hate me .”

I smiled, swearing under my breath as I kept riding him, ignoring his words. Not liking it one bit, Hanma stilled my movements and held me down, a strict frown on his face, “The fuck did I just say?”

Smirking playfully at him, I looked over my shoulder and batted my eyes at Ran, exhausted and panting, “Harder, Shuji, fuck me harder.”

He rammed his cock inside me, I screamed in pleasure, my eyes rolling back as I faced him again. Hanma’s face was deep in the crook of my neck, his breathing heavy as he panted out, “Say it.”

“ I love you. ” I whispered to his ear, he laughed and trailed his lips up my neck, to my ear, “Not that, you idiot—are ya fucked dumb already?” He mocked, tucking my hair behind my ear as he trailed his tongue against the shell of it. He smiled, I heard it in his words, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Let me go please, I hate you.” I said dramatically, trying to look over my shoulder to Ran again, to make fun of him. Hanma wrapped his arms tight around me, pressing my chest to his as he sat up and reached for something behind me. I watched the pillow from Ran’s lap being tossed aside, hitting the window, “This is so bad–” I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips upon seeing the wet, darkened patch on the pillow. I pressed Hanma’s cheek against mine and started rolling my hips again in an attempt to stop laughing. 

It worked when moans tore from my mouth once Hanma joined in on the fun, but he had to bring the topic back, “Keep at it doll, he sure is enjoying the sight.” Hanma scoffed, making me hide my face against his shoulder as a mix of laughter and moans was all I could muster.

“Let’s get comfortable, yeah?” He leaned back, bunching up some of the blanket to form a makeshift pillow for his head and gestured for me to go ahead. I held onto his waist for support and started fucking myself on his cock, replying, “I don’t care if he’s enjoying it.”

I leaned over Hanma and kissed his neck, unbuttoning his shirt, “I don’t care, it’s for you–” I swore under my breath and let my head fall back again, laughing in pleasure as Hanma’s hands caressed my body. One settled on my hip while the other around my neck, “Mmm, yeah? All of this for me?” 

I nodded, telling him yes over and over again as I felt myself getting closer, my nails digging painfully in his skin from the reddening I could see. Hanma’s eyes flickered to the side, then I heard some tumbling and from the corner of my eyes I saw Ran standing up. Hanma pressed me to his chest and laughed when Ran dizzily said, “Fuck the both of you, you’re so weird. I’m out.”

I didn’t even look at him, I wanted to ignore him and keep feeling Hanma’s cock, but he had to have a conversation, “Mention her little slip-up and I’ll mention your leak-up, yeah?”

Wanting him to keep going, I made him look at me and kissed him, “Shut up, please I’m close.”

“You’re fucking sick in the head, get help, both of you.” Ran spat.

Laughing as he pushed my face away, Hanma simply flipped Ran off. “See ya.”

He did not get an answer, instead, the door slammed shut and Hanma’s attention returned to me, making me all the more excited since we were finally alone.

“Get off me.”

My eyes widened and I did so, thinking I had fucked up something, “Get on the couch.” He nodded at the furniture before zipping his pants back up and getting a cigarette from the pack in the pocket of his coat that was thrown on the free seat. Lighting it up, he puffed out the smoke and smiled at me, “You suck at tying people up.” He spat.

About to put my dress back on, I looked up at his approaching form and said, “It was well tied, I’m sure of it, he–” Hanma slapped my hands away from my dress and tore off the sleeves so they could not cover my shoulders anymore, the dress pooling back to my lap. “Then he’s just that strong?” He asked, bringing the cigarette back to his lips.

The underlying implication was that either I admitted Ran was strong, or that I’d fucked up. Looking down, I uttered, “I thought it was tight enough, I messed up.”

He scoffed, crushing the cigarette in the ashtray by the couch, “You fucked up way before that.” Sitting next to me on the couch, he forced me to turn around and brought my hands behind my back, “See, I got pissed off at Rindou’s lame party.” He started. I felt the rope wrapping around my wrists but did not complain, I trusted him. He wouldn’t hurt me, I knew that, if anything it was going to be fun.

“Their comments were out of my control–” I started.

He tightened the rope roughly, making me wince, “That outburst of yours wasn’t.”

He shook his head, muttering something about me being an embarrassment, “But this?” He was talking about Ran, I felt it.

It doesn’t take a genius to know it’s fucked up.

I ignored her.

With my wrists tied, Hanma gripped my jaw as he stood up, his face close to mine, “This is the stupidest you’ve ever fucking been, doll.” He spelled out each word with poison lacing his tone, making me worry even more. At this point I had nothing to say, I would take whatever he gave me because I had wronged him.

“Wrapping him like a present— it’s not my fucking birthday .” With a click of his tongue, he pushed my head back and sighed in frustration. I wanted to tell him I was sorry but speaking would only make him madder, so I looked at the ground and waited. A short moment passed, then his hand lifted my chin gently, gesturing for me to get up. He smiled sweetly, it was scary, “There is some good we can take from this embarrassing failure of yours. Do you know which parts?” He asked, his thumb brushing over my lower lip.

“That I’m a maneater?” I half-joked.

He barked a laugh and shook his head, “Oh doll, no one would ever want you if they really knew who you were.” With a kiss on my forehead, he tutted me and took my hand in his, leading us to the windows. He opened the blinds to look outside, his hands behind his back. It was off-putting and for good reason, since he then pressed me against the freezing window, his cock at my entrance as his arm held me down, “That you’re devoted. Yeah?” He breathed next to my ear, his hand turning my head so he could kiss me angrily, “Selfless little doll would do anything to get her dignity back.” He laughed, breathless now from the thrusting.

Closing my eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock back inside me, I chuckled in elation and hummed, “For you, I needed to show them I was–” A moan ripped from my throat, Hanma tutted me and told me to keep talking, so I did, “That I am an asset, I can be trusted.”

“Why would they ever trust you?” He said in a condescending, sad tone. But he was nowhere near unhappy, with his free hand he held my throat, “Why would you seek their approval?!” He gritted through his teeth, “When will you get it in your fucking head that you’ll never be taken seriously, ever. Not by them, not by anyone.” His thrusts were getting more and more hectic. I was moaning and crying at the same time now, tears running down my face mixing with the sweats of pleasure. “If you wanted to be loved, you should have fucked Mikey.” He laughed dryly, “ They’d have worshiped you then , a missed opportunity huh?”

Shaking my head, I sobbed, “I don’t want him, I want you, Shuji.”

He scoffed, kissing the side of my face as his hold on my throat tightened, “Then why are you tryna prove yourself to Bonten? You’re in, it’s done, get on.” 

Closing my eyes, I felt the tears roll down. I reached for his hand, unable to breathe; I felt the pressure around my wrist let go, the rope untied. “I tried to fix my mistake, I want to be good, I swear. I promise I’ll be good.” 

“Being good won’t get you anywhere.” He raised his tone, his forehead pressed to the back of my head, “Just do the job you’re asked to do, that’ll show your worth.” He sighed, frustrated still. I didn’t know he would be this annoyed by my endeavor, but I did not want him to hate me, “Nothing else, no kind fucking words, no niceties, nothing else will do shit for them.” He said with finality, his thrusts also slowing down.

“Then it’s just us.” I said light-heartedly. I tested if I could turn around; he resisted at first, then he let me. Bringing one of my legs up against his side, he immediately grabbed it while I guided his cock inside me and cradled his face, “I prefer it that way.” I whispered, finally calming down as he did too, kissing me lovingly. My heart was full, I loved him so much. Gently, I made him look at me and smiled, “I could never hate you, you’re everything to me.”

Brushing his hair back, I held his cheek, “I won’t kidnap Ran again, I’m sorry.”

Hanma laughed at that, pressing his forehead against mine. Before he could speak, I added, “I never meant to worry you… I won’t act without your approval again.” His thrusts resumed as he held my wrists above my head with one hand, then pressed his lips against mine, chuckling into the kiss, “Such an obedient doll, let’s see how long it’ll last this time, yeah?” 

One hard thrust, “How long until you go against me.”

Another hard thrust, “Until your little need for praise has you ruining everything we worked for.” Letting go of my wrists, he shoved a thumb in my mouth and forced it open to stop me from holding back my moans. I gripped his shoulders tight, whining at every thrust that followed.

“Never.” I whimpered. He laughed in my face, I couldn’t help but get more turned on by him mocking me, my hands now holding on for dear life to his hair, “Because I’m never leaving your side, I’ll be so good, I promise.”

Brushing his nose against mine, he huffed a laugh amidst his heavy breathing, “Promises, promises…” He trailed off, his pace stuttering as his tone was slightly lower, “You are aware of what we do to traitors, aren’t ya?”

“I don’t need to know, it’ll never happen.” I managed to say, making his eyes light up with something I could not describe. Fully sheathing his cock inside me, he let out a long sigh then kissed me once, “It better. Or I’ll be taking care of you personally, understood?”

I nodded, kissing him again, wanting more than just a peck. He gave me that kiss I so desperately needed and then placed his index finger against my lips, “I said, understood?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiled dryly then pulled out, using the fabric of my dress to wipe himself clean, “I guess it’s a lesson learned.” He exclaimed happily, pouring himself a drink.

Dropping the dress on the ground, I grabbed his bathrobe and put it on, “If surprises are not your thing, what should I do for your birthday next year?” I asked, changing the topic. If I’d kept at it, I knew he was just going to act paranoid again and I hated it, I wanted him to trust me.

Which he can’t, since you’re unstable.

I’m just like him, he should get it.

“I could go with shaving that fucker’s head, it’s kinda ugly with all the gel he uses.” He said off-handedly, I wrapped the bathrobe around my waist and huffed a laugh. Looking up at him, I had this need in my chest to be close to him, to hold him, but he had rejected me earlier. Could I still try? Joining his side, I poured myself a drink too, and reached for his hand. He looked down at our hands and quirked a brow as I asked, “What’s your favorite food? We could go to a restaurant, maybe?”

Hanma smiled, bringing his hand to my cheek. He planted a kiss on my forehead and huffed a laugh, “Ya really are something babe, I just left you without letting you cum and you’re being all cute?”

“You can just answer the question, no need to be condescending about it.” I rolled my eyes, pushing myself away from him.

He laughed in his drink and downed it all in one go before grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him, “First open my gift…” He handed me the bag he had brought back earlier and I hesitantly reached inside to pull out a cube— a glass cube? Looking at it, I saw inside there was a signed golf ball. Confused, I looked up at him, he grinned, “A little keepsake from your first solo mission, ya know?”

“Did you steal it from him?”

He shook his head, “You can’t steal from rich people, you take back, that’s all.” He shrugged.

I smiled in nostalgia at the item and placed it on the cabinet, “Thank you, I love it.” I was about to step back when he pressed me to his chest, wrapping my arms around him, “Now, let’s talk like you wanted to.”  He made me walk backward before making us slump on the couch, “Let’s have normal conversations.” His voice was somewhat softer.

“After all… why not pretend we’re normal people for a night?” He chuckled, grabbing his pack of cigarettes before answering my question at length.

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[blackypanther9]

Loki x Reader -> Killer Love

WARNING!: Blood, Gore, Murder, detailed murder, brutal (I think that's it) YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

CHAPTER 1

„No ! Please ! Let us go, please !!“, a man yelled in panic.

„Now why would I do that ?“, the kidnapper asked.

„We have a family !“, the woman now begged.

„So ? You always abused your own children. Fooled your family members for more money and planned to kill them all. I do not see a reason to set you free.“

„We will change ! We promise !“, the man again pleaded.

„People like you, never change. No matter how many second chances they get.“

With that a chainsaw was heard and the man saw a person with a hood and mask, approach his wife.

„No ! Selina !!!“, the man yelled in panic.

The chainsaw cut off the woman’s arms and she screamed in pain, horror and fear. The man yelled and cried and begged the kidnapper to stop. They never did. Soon the woman bled out and died. Then the man got the same fate to feel. As that was over, the person took them both and dragged them away. They drove deep into a forest, threw them careless out with their cut away body parts, sorted them, and then left again.

The next day arrived and a phone rang. The owner of it groaned in annoyance and picked up, sleepy and grumpy.

„Loki Laufeyson, what can I do for you ?“, he answered grumpy.

„Loki ! We need your services here. Two corpses have been found. It looks bad. I hope you have a strong stomach.“, someone told him on the other end of the phone.

„Daniel…Can’t you call Dr. Bruce Banner for that ?“

„I can’t. He is on vacation.“

Now Loki sat up in pure shock and anger.

„WHAT ?!“

„Did…did no one tell you ?“

„No. No one told me !“

„You are the only available person right now. I am sorry…“

Loki huffed but stood up.

„And I was happy, that I will have a day off, as promised…“, he mumbled.

„I am sorry. How long do you think will you need to get here ?“

„Depends on…where is here ?“

„Oh ! I am so sorry ! It is the Wild Forest Blue Mountain. A few police men will wait for you outside the forest, so you will be able to find us. We are pretty deep inside it.“

„Alright. I will be by the forest in 30 minutes. I will see you there.“

„Okay. Be careful out there, Dr. Laufeyson.“

„I will be.“

With that Loki hung up. What kind of Doctor is he ? He is a coroner. He looks at every corpse, cuts them open, looks for clues and tells the criminal police and Detectives, his colleagues in short, if it was murder, what he found, what they should look for, or if it was a natural death or suicide. All in all…busy shit on one corpse for 3 days straight…

Joy…

‚Hopefully this will be easy and quick…‘, Loki thought to himself as he dressed up.

Lately more dead bodies appeared and Loki couldn’t find any clues. No fingerprints, no hair, no skin, no blood…just NOTHING !! He only found out the cause of death, but never anything to track down the murderer. Loki himself was very pissed at that. They let other coroner check after Loki’s results and also came up with the same, like Loki. He hated it, that they always want to assure themselves, that he wasn’t working sloppy. It was annoying…

Loki arrived at the forest. The Blue Mountain Forest. He saw the police men instantly. 10 men and 1 woman. He went over to them and showed them his ID.

„Dr. Loki Laufeyson. I was called by Daniel Gregory Shengui.“, Loki explained.

„He informed us, Dr. Laufeyson. Follow us.“, one of the police men said.

Loki nodded and with that they were on their way. As soon as Loki arrived he covered his mouth in disgust. But not of the corpses or the smell, he was used to that by now. But by the fat man, searching the woman’s mouth, WITHOUT any gloves. He is not even supposed to touch the dead body !

„Hey !“, Loki yelled.

The fat man continued, not even bothering to stop. The police men saw it now too and went over to him, grabbed him and dragged him away. Right to Loki.

„You are not allowed to touch the dead body ! Now your DNA is on her and you could have destroyed important evidence !“, Loki yelled angered at the man.

The fat man wasn’t even police, just a civilest.

„Who are you to tell me what to do ?! That is my daughter, that lays there dead with her husband !“

„I can’t detect the killer, if you destroy every evidence and then you could be suspected as the killer ! Every fool knows that !“, Loki snarled back at the man.

„And what are you ?!“

„I am a coroner. I am here to search the corpses for evidence, to detect the killer.“

„Loki ! There you are !“, Daniel called.

„If you excuse me.“, Loki stormed off to Daniel.

„I was worried that you couldn’t make it…“, he said.

„I made it, now the dead bodies ?“

„You won’t like it. There isn’t much left of them…“

„What are you talking about ? I saw the woman with all of her body parts.“, Loki said confused.

Daniel pointed his finger at the dead bodies. Loki looked at them closer and his eyes widened in shock.

„Oh my God…“, he said.

Just then he saw, what Daniel meant. They were complete, but…their limbs were separate from their bodies. Just the torso and head were still together.

„Did the killer put them like that, or the police men ?“, Loki asked calmly.

„The Killer must have been it. They had family. 4 children, 1 sister – in – law, 2 brothers – in – law, 2 nephews, 2 nieces, 2 fathers – in – law and 1 mother – in – law.“

„A pretty big family…“, Loki mumbled.

„Yes. I found a bit information and found out that their 4 children were always injured badly and were scared to talk about it, the parents said that they have no idea and never left the hospital room, when the police interrogated them. Like they knew what the kids would say, if they weren’t present. We suspected that they abused them.“, a woman said.

Loki turned around and smiled brightly.(fake)

„Detective Wanda Maximoff !“

„You are on the case ? What happened to Detective Natasha Romanoff ?“, Loki asked.

„She is still on the other case. She said she will not accept it, that it just got closed, because we had no evidence of murder but suicide. When she returns, the Boss will give her a long break, so she will not overheat.“, she answered with shrugging her shoulders.

„Ah…“, was all Loki said to that.

„She is very determined, that the sperm, you found in the dead woman’s body, wasn’t from her Boyfriend. He said he and the victim had Sex before she died, but Detective Romanoff doesn’t believe it. She is determined that she got raped and then killed.“, Wanda told him stressed.

Loki chuckled dryly.

„I had a DNA test made, 15 times by the way, and it was always the same result. It was her Boyfriend’s. She wasn’t happy with her life, I guess.“, Loki said.

„The woman’s entrance looked ripped open by a huge dick or something. Found anything out about that ?“

Loki nodded and laughed at that.

„The boy told me, that she wanted him to shove his whole fist inside her entrance. It was her first time, fisting, and he moved too fast. It was probably because of that.“

Wanda looked at Loki for a long moment and then nodded. Wanda blushed at that.

„Sounds reasonable…“, she mumbled.

„You can gladly ask him yourself again.“, Loki offered.

„No, no ! I believe you. Detective Romanoff also did it already. He always said the same.“

Loki gave her a tight lipped smile.

„How are you and Vision holding up ?“, he asked her.

„We are good.“

„And ? Already had finally Sex ?“, he teased.

Wanda went red and punched Loki playfully.

„Watch it, Loki.“

He chuckled softly.

„Ah I see… Still too ashamed and scared of letting Vision fuck you and see you naked. I get it.“

„Loki ! I mean it ! Shut up !“, she said embarrassed.

„Darling, soon you have to let him in. He loves you, for you and not your body. He is still a man though and men get very easy to erect. I bet he is at home now and masturbating himself to you. You should finally make a move, Detective.“, Loki advised.

Wanda went even redder.

„You think so ?“

„I know so. I am a man, Wanda.“

„But you never had a Girlfriend or even a Boyfriend.“

„That is correct. But still, I was a Teenager and from there I know it. I got always a boner at every girl I saw as I was a Teenager.“, Loki said laughing.

„You did ?!“

„I did. But now it is over. Gosh I am a 23 year old man now. It stopped as I turned 17.“

„You never had…Sex…right ?“

„I did have. One girl was playing with my heart as I was 15 years old and at our 3rd date we had Sex. After that she left me. It was a bet and she won it. Since then I don’t trust people so easily.“, Loki growled out.

„I am sorry about that, Loki.“

„It was nothing. You don’t have to say sorry for my foolish mistakes in the past. It was my own doing.“

„But you could be happy now !“

„I prefer it this way anyways.“, Loki told her simply.

„Why ?“

„Women are stressful to begin with. Not every, but most. I earn good money and most women would use it to buy expensive things and stop working themselves. Most of them just play with a man’s heart. As soon as they know, who my adoptive Brother is, they will swoon for him and forget about me very quickly. Do I need to add more, Detective Wanda ?“, Loki huffed out.

„Not every woman is like that, Loki.“

„No. Then they command you around and try to get their will through the man’s skull. I am not a puppy to command around.“, Loki huffed.

„Wow…Okay, I will ask you something and you will be honest with your answer. Okay ?“

„What is it, Wanda ?“

„Have you ever heard of Destiny Dust ?“

Loki looked at her in confusion.

„I have not. Why ?“

„She has many jobs. Author, Secretary, Waitress and historian. 4 jobs, much work and very good money. She also helps us here out some times.“

„How does she manage that ?“

„Easy. 1 week Secretary, 2nd week Waitress, 3rd week Historian and the rest is always Author. After work and the 4th week in total. Her chefs all agreed and if there is an emergency, her chefs will gladly let her go to take care of that. She is always all over the place, and makes great money for all her efforts. She is fucking rich. And she is my best friend.“

Loki’s eyes widened in utter shock.

„Why is she doing all that ? What did she study ?“

„Well…she studied many things. Doctor, Electrician, Wood carving, I.T., making Computer games, baking, repairing of electrical devices, Musician, Cook, History, Literature just…almost everything. She helps out in the whole New Yorker City ! It is unbelievable ! Well…besides of course prostitutes, murder and other illegal things. She hates body selling. Sex is something special, that is what she said. To find the right one, you have to wait. If you fuck everything in the City, then you will never find your love. And even if you would, he wouldn’t love you back, because you already fucked the whole City.“

„Wise words of her. Wise words…“, Loki agreed.

„She still hasn’t had anyone as her Boyfriend. Still single and she is 22 already ! Next month she is 23 years old. She is the same opinion as you are, just on men sadly.“

„What was that ?“, Loki asked dangerously sweet.

„You heard me. She thinks the problem are men.“

Loki looked at Wanda angered.

„She will regret that…“, Loki told her dangerously.

„She is right, Loki. Her love life showed her exactly that. Since she was a little girl. Men always…hated her existence.“

He looked at Wanda in question.

„What do you mean ?“

„Well…her Father abused her and her Mother. Then in Kindergarten the boys bullied her. In school it was even worse and she became suicidal, until I met her and made friends with her. I protected her when I could. The men she dated always expected her to pay for food or to buy them anything very expensive. They all wanted to use her for her money, but she saw right through them. The last man, that dated her, even abused her and threatened her that, if she won’t buy him anything very expensive and gives him all her money, he will kill her. She had a week time, but she didn’t give him anything. The next day, I found her barely alive and rushed her to the hospital.“

Loki looked very angered at that.

„Since then she stopped everything with dating anyone. Since then she hates men. It would surprise me, if you would change her mind and become her friend. She is just my friend. She has no one else. Well…besides her 2 cats and a little bird. The cats are, one female and one male and the bird is female.“

„When will you meet her again ?“

„Today. After I am gone with your results and reports.“

„May I come with you ? I wish to meet her.“

„Well…I can ask her. Wait a minute. I will give her a call…“

Wanda went away and pulled out her phone. Then she tapped on a number and called. While she called, Loki continued to investigate the corpses.

‚Very clean work…‘, Loki thought amazed.

‚Probably the same Killer again… Ugh. More work…AGAIN.‘

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