#his profuse sweating and oh shit expression fucking kills me

[yourlocalloserdefunct]

Part one, the argument.

(TW death mention, yelling, arguing.)

Henry knocked on the door of Caleb's office. "Caleb. I need to talk to you..." Henry said, struggling to keep himself from crying. Caleb opened the door, a polite grin on his face. "Hello, Henry." Caleb said happily.

"...Caleb." Henry said, his expression blank. "...Ophelia didn't make it..." He said, the tears falling down his face. Caleb felt joyful, knowing Ophelia wouldn't be able to tell Henry what happened now that she was dead. Regardless, he attempted to look sympathetic. "Oh my... I'm... so very sorry." Caleb said, frowning.

"...I... I needed to talk to you about something she told me...." Henry said, his tone dark. Caleb felt a pit in his stomach, "...Very well then, come on in." Caleb said, allowing Henry in. Henry sat down.

"...You did it, didn't you...?" Henry said in a darkened tone, he shot Caleb a hateful look. "What do you mean? I-I don't know what you're on about-" Caleb said, looking increasingly worried. "Cut the shit, Caleb." Henry said without hesitation.

"You're a fucking killer." Henry said getting up, cracking his knuckles. "I know what you did. Those two boys that went missing last week... Douglas, his daughter and her boyfriend, Harvey, Charlie, Joseph, I know it was you." Henry snarled. "You killed them all didn't you, you sick fuck!?" Henry said, his eyes glossed over with tears.

"I would never-" Caleb said, backing up. "Henry stop- you're scaring me." Caleb said, sweating profusely. "SCARING YOU!? DON'T YOU THINK IN THEIR LAST MOMENTS THEY WERE SCARED TOO!? DID YOU EVER FUCKING CONSIDER THAT!!??" Henry slammed his fist down on the desk, several papers falling down, lawsuits for the deaths. "YOU DISGUST ME." Henry snapped at Caleb. "MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD" Henry grabbed Caleb by the neck, Caleb let out a choke. "HENRY PLEASE-" Caleb said, terrified.

"YOU SICK FUCK!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOUVE DONE!? YOU TOOK A CHILDS LIFE!! AND NOT JUST ONE, BUT SEVEN. SEVEN INNOCENT KIDS, DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!!!" Henry said, squeezing Calebs throat tightly. Caleb gasped and choked, he reached for the nearest thing, a pen

He grabbed it and stabbed it into Henry's shoulder, Henry gasped and stumbled back. The pen stuck out of his shoulder, blood oozing from the wound. "A-Ah- o-ow..." Henry winced in pain, He touched his fingertips to the wound. "..." Caleb fell silent, he felt an overwhelming feeling come over him.

He knew he had a knife in his pocket. Henry was already distracted. He took the knife out of his pocket and flipped it open.

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yuuji itadori: master of deception

Also this panel kills me he’s so nervous he knows he fucked up

#jjk chap 155 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #yuuji #megumi #itafushi #fushiita #please yuuji getting found out because he was pretending to be just a little too stupid #his profuse sweating and oh shit expression fucking kills me #poor kid getting peer pressured into drinking too like please #he’s trying his best ok #he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit #these chapters are getting better and better #my art #rice's art tag

[light-yaers]

All Too Well - Chapter 2.5

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After you flee London, there’s only one person who could ever find you. 

Sersi goes to Druig to get you back for good. 

A small chapter from the point of view of your fellow Eternals, during the three days after you leave London and go to New York City. 

Word Count - 2.4k

Chapter 2.5

“Shit,” Sersi muttered to herself, upon entering into your utterly barren apartment. “She fled,” she explained to Sprite, who entered through the doorway, circular sunglasses on her nose. The young Eternal slotted them down, so her eyes could peer over the darkened lenses. 

“Are we surprised?” she asked. 

Sersi let out a sigh, before turning to the doorway. Ikaris leaned against the frame, arms crossed. He shrugged. “I’m not surprised,” he admitted. “Five thousand years of freedom after what happened in Babylon... it’s a no brainer why she’d want to be left alone,” 

“I really wanted to... I don’t know... properly apologise,” Sersi let out. 

“Then you know who we need to go to,” Sprite said, raising her brows at her. Sersi tilted her head back, placing her hands on her hips. 

“Oh, Arishem,” she whispered. “She’s going to kill us,” 

“She’ll be too caught up with seeing Druig again to be mad at us,” Ikaris said, amusement on his lips. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Sprite said. “You didn’t see her before. She told me to fuck off, basically,” Ikaris winced. 

“Damn,” he muttered. 

“Fine,” Sersi said breathlessly. “We’ll get the others first, and then we’ll find him,” she spouted her action plan. Ikaris and Sprite nodded in agreement, before the three of them left your newly abandoned apartment. Little did they know, you were on a plane to New York City already. 

The three of them descended the stairs of your apartment building, steering clear of the creaky elevator that was one trip away from snapping. 

“Fucks sake—this girl, I swear,” someone muttered from below, stomping up the steps two at a time, until they were before the Eternals. She grimaced, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry,” she apologised, shoving herself to the side and whisking past Sersi to get to your floor. She didn’t even notice that it was a face she knew. 

Sersi stopped abruptly, looking back at Heidi. She was obviously in disarray, sweating profusely from climbing the six flights of stairs beneath them.

“Hey!” Heidi banged her fists on the door to your empty apartment. “You can’t just send me shit like this,” she yelled, lifting her phone to the door and using it as a small battering ram. “I swear, if this is some elaborate prank, I’ll fucking kill you—,”

“She’s not there, Heidi” Sersi said suddenly, swallowing down her anxiety. “She’s moved away,” 

Heidi turned to her, eyes wide, on the brink of tears. “Sersi?” she asked, finally noticing her work colleague. “What—what do you mean? We saw her last night,” she said, donning a confused smile. It was a smile of shock. “I thought you just met her?” Heidi quipped. “Why are you here?” 

Ikaris carried a tray of coffees back to their small Costa table, a permanently awkward expression stamped on his face. Heidi was sobbing in the coffee shop, blowing her nose wildly with Costa napkins and asking every question in the book. 

“What the fuck is an Eternal? Why wouldn’t she tell me this herself—she’s just gone!” Heidi cried. Sersi grimaced, passing her another napkin. Sprite frowned as she shoved an entire wad of used ones on the floor. 

“I’m sorry,” Sersi said. “It can be... difficult to tell people. And us appearing after so long must have scared her,” Heidi nodded in understanding. 

Sprite picked up Heidi’s phone. “Still though, this text does sound pretty... suicidal,” Ikaris coughed abruptly, kicking his foot into Sprite’s shin. She let out a yelp, dropping the phone. “Sorry,” she said, rubbing her leg, annoyed. 

“I mean, you’re right,” Heidi agreed, letting out a huff. She was beginning to calm down. “She was always different. Didn’t know how to use her phone, but knew so much shit about the ways of the land. She was like a grandmother, or something,” 

“Try eight thousand years old,” Sprite muttered. 

“I really did think she’d done something stupid. I couldn’t feel my fingers after reading her message, and then she wouldn’t pick up her phone at all,” Heidi recalled. “I’m just glad... that she’s not dead,” 

Sersi smiled sadly, reaching out to grab Heidi’s hand. “When we see her again, I’ll tell her about you,” she promised. Heidi nodded in thanks. 

“I don’t care that she’s an immortal being with weird, emotional powers,” Heidi let out. “She’s been my best friend for almost three years. That’s all I care about,” 

“Seems to me like she’s left a really great friend,” Ikaris said, as the three of them walked out of the café. 

“I know it’s been years, but it’s still jarring to see her act this way. She used to be so...” Sprite began, trying to find the right words. 

“Soft. Kind. Happy?” Ikaris suggested. “I think five thousand years holding a grudge would make anyone feel the opposite,” he admitted. 

“We’ll find her, it’s okay,” Sersi said. “But, let’s focus on Kingo first,” 

Two days later, sat around Gilgamesh’s and Thena’s table in Australia, Kingo sipped at mead from a large tankard. Sersi was sat in silence—they’d just learned the truth of the Emergence. The truth of Arishem placing them on Earth. 

“And you’re sure it’s still a good idea to go to Druig about her?” Kingo quipped. 

“You’re really thinking about that after what we know, now?” Phastos replied with furrowed brows. 

“Yeah,” Kingo said clearly. “I don’t think you guys remember the look on her face when he left,” 

“And the look on his when she refused him,” Ikaris said, skimming his fingers over his knuckles. 

“She didn’t even like hearing his name when we found her in London at first,” Sprite added. 

“I know,” Sersi said softly. “But we need her. And to get her, we need Druig. We need them both,” 

“It’s a good thing they both love the humans,” Thena said lowly, playing with her food with subtle boredom. “That’s the only thing they ever had in common,” 

“No, no, they had each other in common as well,” Phastos said, smiling suddenly. “I will admit that I miss seeing them together. Druig being, well, Druig, and her utterly melting while trying to hide it from everyone,”

“And failing,” Kingo interjected. “They were cute, even I’ll admit that,”

“I don’t think they’ll be cute when they see each other again,” Ikaris said grimly. 

“We can only hope they don’t try to kill each other,” Sersi said, breaking through their subtle smiles. “Time will tell,” 

After the evening in Australia, the Eternals had never been so quiet. They walked gently through the rainforest, ears and eyes on full alert as they approached Druig’s settlement. Sersi thought that he’d be able to sense their arrival—he was capable of reading minds from miles away, or if he had someone specific to locate. 

That’s why they needed him to find you, but it wasn’t just about his power to locate you anywhere on Earth—it was because it was him. 

You’d already refused Sprite and Sersi; but everyone knew you wouldn’t refuse Druig, no matter how much bad blood was between you. 

At the first site of a human, Sprite put back on her usual confidence. She approached the closest human and spoke in Spanish. “Hey, have you seen Druig?”

“Who are you?” he replied, stopping what he was doing. Other humans in the small allotment also stopped what they were doing. It was probably rare that they had visitors. 

“Old friends... from college,” Sprite replied. The man was about to reply, when suddenly his face went blank. His eyes widened, and his irises turned a glowing shade of gold. Sprite took one step back, her fellow Eternals stopping and witnessing this change. 

“Hello, Sprite,” the man said in English, before the creak of doors opening alerted everyone to his presence. 

Druig stepped into the clearing, robes flowing in the wind, hands in his pockets. His smile was one that everyone had seen before; cocky, and the smallest bit threatening, even if he didn’t intent it to be. 

But everyone knew—he meant it to be this time. 

“It’s not every day the Eternals come knocking on my door after thousands of years,” he said, approaching his family. “Why the hell are you here?” he said with a smile. 

“Ajak is dead,” Ikaris said quickly, just to get it out in the open. Druig’s face dropped. He invited them inside. 

Sersi explained. The link to Arishem, Ajak’s death, what she’d learned from the Celestial and how everything had been a lie. She explained London, meeting you again, then finding out you fled the day after. 

Druig sat in silence the entire time, leaned against a stage in the central building of his settlement. All Eternals were quiet and still as she explained; Thena stroked the scaly back of a bearded dragon in peace; Phastos shifted uncomfortably and clutched his fingers from anxiety; Kingo sat beside Karun, who clutched a camera in shaking hands. 

“You’re telling me... we have two days until this entire world is destroyed?” Druig said, after Sersi was finished. 

“Yes, and we need your help,” she urged. Druig slumped down on a bench. 

“Forgive me if I’m not so productive after hearing such news,” he said through clenched teeth. 

“Druig,” Sersi said, softer this time. She approached him and crouched to the ground. “I know you know where she is,” Druig stood abruptly, stuffing his hands back in his pockets. 

“I’ve just found out my entire existence is a lie,” he began, strolling through the pews. “That these humans have dug themselves a grave, despite the years we’ve spent on securing their safety,” he approached Kingo and Karun, a devious glint in his eyes. “And now you want me to locate someone I haven’t seen in five thousand years, who most definitely does not want to see my mug ever again?”

It was a rhetorical question. No one answered it. 

Suddenly, Druig’s eyes gleamed golden. He stared right at Karun, and Kingo’s valet slumped as his own eyes mimicked the Eternals’. Druig smiled, and with that Karun threw the camera in his hands against the wall. 

“Leave Karun out of this,” Kingo said sternly, standing suddenly and facing down Druig. Druig let the human free, sadistic smile on his jaw. 

He let out a guttural laugh, before walking towards the doorframe. He leaned against it, his mind reeling and racing with thoughts. It was you—Arishem, it had been five thousand years since he’d seen you—but this was not the first time he’d located you. 

The first time had been five hundred years after leaving. He hadn’t tried it, not since Babylon, but locating you then had felt like a breath of fresh air. From his position so far away, he knew you wouldn’t feel his presence; you used to be able to without fail, knowing it was him from a mile away and never being stunned to find him stood behind you.

He’d found you in the Roman Empire then, playing with children, painting pottery, enjoying the luscious parties of Odysseus and his counterparts. 

The second time, he’d found you in Asia, exploring India, China and Vietnam. 

The third time, he hadn’t meant to find you. It’d been over two thousand years since he’d even thought of you, before he was awoken by your presence. He found you, travelling through South America—you were in Brazil, a mere one hundred miles from him and his settlement. 

Your time here was short, and Druig had always wondered why. Could you sense him, the way he sensed you? Did you flee after the image of his face popped into your head after so long? 

“How is she?” Druig said softly, swallowing down a funny feeling in his gut. It wasn’t nostalgia, it wasn’t shock, it was sadness. A sadness he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for five thousand years. 

Sersi breathed out. “Angry,” 

Druig laughed once. “That’s unsurprising. She was always capable of more than all of you cared to understand,” 

“She looks... grown,” Sprite spoke up. “I know we can’t physically age, but she looks ten years older. She felt wiser,” 

Druig nodded once, turning back to his family. They were waiting patiently, holding onto his every word. Without him, they wouldn’t be able to find you—nor keep you. He knew that now. You’d turned away from Sersi and Sprite. 

But he was different. Druig was different. He still plagued you the way that a lost lover would occasionally appear in the back of a married woman’s mind when she’s being treated badly. 

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?” he asked, licking his lips. 

“You know better than all of us that she’s been waiting for the chance to yell at you—for a long time,” Phastos said, smiling sadly. Druig let out a huff in agreement. 

“That’s true,” Druig replied, scuffing his feet. 

“So, will you find her?” Sersi asked, clutching her hands together as if she were praying. 

Druig let out a long breath. “Already have,” he admitted. All the Eternals turned to look at him immediately, brows perked, faces flush with embarrassment or amazement or looks of understanding that could only translate to one thing—

You still think about her. You still want her. 

“She’s in New York City, landed three days ago. She’s on her way to Times Square as we speak,” 

Sersi smiled. 

Arishem, he’s just a boy. Her boy. He always has been and always will be. 

#druig x reader #druig x you #filler chapter #eternals #marvel eternals #druig eternals #barry keoghan #mcu #ff #fanfiction #druig fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #lightyaers #x reader #second person #reader insert #wattpad #ao3

[kenthoescore]

Unrequited

Major S4 Spoilers! Read at your own risk.

Jean Kirschtein x GN!reader

wc : 1.4k

cw : character death!

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He loved Mikasa.

It was common knowledge in the 104th cadets. There would be days where Jean would do nothing but stare and adore her from far away.

Jean can’t love other girls the way he does with her, that was another fact, but you were stupid. Too stubborn to acknowledge his feeling towards Mikasa, you were too obsessed with the idea of Jean falling in love with you instead of her, but you weren’t too stupid to risk your friendship with Jean.

It was better to have him as a friend rather than being strangers.

You were chuckling whilst watching Eren and Mikasa’s squabble, when Eren saw Mikasa carrying boxes twice as many as he was carrying, he probably felt so small witnessing that. Those boxes were heavy, even after working out every day you still struggled to carry those.

‘How can I be like her?’

“Oi! Get it moving!” Jean said from a distance, sweating profusely.

You can’t help but stare as he slightly flicked his hair back and wipe the thin layer of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. You didn’t miss his eyes glance towards Eren and Mikasa.

You ignored it.

For many years, you looked at Jean the same way he did to Mikasa, which made you feel like shit. You knew you couldn’t make a move on Jean, his heart simply belongs to Mikasa, no matter how hard you try.

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Marley declared war.

Eren attacked Marley.

Armin has blood in his hands.

Sasha died.

Things were getting out of hand, you had to watch Sasha die in front of you. You had to choke back your tears as you watch Armin and Mikasa shake the dead cold body of Sasha.

Happy moments with Sasha flashed back in your head. Her love for meat, her smiles, and her laughs with Connie and Jean. The occasional times where you and Sasha were on a mission and she cracked jokes to make the atmosphere lighter.

The unforgettable time in the survey corps where she broke a potato in half and offered it to Keith Shadis.

Fuck.

The whole squad was silent when arrived back in Paradis. You have struggled to show emotions ever since, you cannot cry in front of them. You were already weak as it is.

You hid away from them, finally letting your emotions free. Running away from the base and running towards the woods where you and your friends rest when all of you were still in training.

The moon was out, the cold breeze was hitting your face, blowing your tears away as you sobbed uncontrollably, the soft rustle of the trees brought you some comfort. You were certain that no one was here, but you were mistaken, a tall silhouette sitting on the edge looking at the lazy river.

“Jean?”

Your voice shook slightly, trying hard to hide the sob that was threatening to escape your lips. He leaned back and glanced slightly to his right where you were standing, pathetically trying to hide your tears.

“Oh, it’s you.” He said, “Hiding?” he added.

“Not really.” You replied walking closer to him, your heart pounding with nervousness.

He didn’t reply, instead, he drank from the bottle of wine he was carrying. You watched him chug half of it.

“Stop. You’re going to kill yourself.” You crouched beside him, grabbing the bottle of wine from his hands, after noticing that it wasn’t his first bottle. Glass bottles scattered beside him, you noticed glass shards twinkling like glitter from afar, as they reflected the light from the moon.

You sat beside him and observed the bottle in your hands, you took a chug yourself, drinking the remaining wine. You cringed at the taste; it definitely wasn’t as strong as you’d expected.

You sigh.

“Just another day at the survey corps, huh?” you chuckled weakly, no humor in your words.

Jean didn’t reply. He didn’t seem to move, so you glanced at him.

Your heart thundered when your eyes meet his intense brown orbs. One of those emotions displayed in those eyes was the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. You can’t help but grab him and hug him tight.

Your heart breaking even further.

His sobs were soft as you held him to your chest, you feel his hands ball into a fist, holding into the white tee you changed into earlier. A few tears leaked out from your own eyes, gently, you rest your head onto Jean’s head.

He hugged you back, tightly. Almost as if he didn’t want to let you go.

You were each other’s comfort; you knew this was the first and last time you will ever get to experience this.

Many minutes passed, hours even. You don’t know how long the both of you were sitting in sorrowful silence. Both of your positions, unchanging.

Empty wine bottles were sprawled around the both of you, it almost seemed like Jean stole a whole crate. The whole time you were with him, your heart never stopped beating rapidly, it was almost hard to breathe.

It was almost dawn when Jean let go. His eyes were puffy and red, and he was drowsy.

You didn’t keep count of how many bottles he drank, but you were positive that it was uncountable with ten fingers. How is he not wasted?

“You like me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a declaration.

He slowly raised his head to meet your eyes. A brick was stuck in your throat, you couldn’t speak. You didn’t dare. In an attempt to escape the incoming rejection, you stood up.

“Y/N.” He called, making you stop in your tracks by instinct. You cursed yourself. You turned around preparing yourself, for what he was about to say.

His eyes searched in the depths of your eyes. He smirked; you couldn’t read him.

“You think I wouldn’t notice, didn’t you? Y/n.” He let go of your embrace and facing you with an expression breaking your heart. It was cold.

“Don’t hope that I’ll like you back after all of this,” he motioned to the surroundings, “I’m incapable of loving anyone else other than Mi-”

“I know.” You whispered, cutting him off.

Unconsciously, you lowered your head and stared at the grass. Tears watering the green grass.

Why did he have to say that? Out of all the moments, he chose to say that in the most painful moment ever. Well, Jean is Jean.

“My eyes!” Sasha screamed as the saltwater reached her eye.

Connie was laughing his ass at seeing Sasha’s reaction.

“Oi Jean! That’s saltwater, you idiot!” You tried warning Jean, but it was too late he already drank it.

“So saltyyy!!!” He screamed, you doubled over in laughter, witnessing his face crumple up from the taste.

When he recovered, he started chasing you while screaming loudly that you should also drink it. You could hear Hange speaking loudly and Levi warning Hange too.

Distracted by their little moment, you happily watched them from afar. You didn’t notice Jean approaching.

You were startled when you felt his big hand hold you and supported your lower back. Sasha was on his side with saltwater in her hands, while Connie was behind you pushing you closer to Sasha’s hand.

“No!” You protested while laughing.

Sasha moved forward, accidentally kicking your ankle causing you to lose balance. You were determined to not fall in the water alone so you grabbed Jean along with you, and Jean grabbed the other two. The four of you fell with a loud splash, and Levi calling the four of you.

All of you were laughing, you and Jean were looking at each other’s eyes. Sharing the moment of happiness between the two of you.

“You’re stupid too, you know?” You said, raising your head and meeting Jean’s gaze.

“I know, y/n. I know.”

The both of you shared a look that only the two of you can understand. He was the first one to break his gaze, and lay down the grass, staring at the sky.

That was your cue to leave.

“Goodbye.” You said loud enough for him to hear, and walked away from him and back to your room.

Jean was left in the silence of the forest, sighing as your footsteps fade away.

“If I come back alive from all of this, I’ll marry you, y/n.”

Jean loves you, more than he ever loved Mikasa.

You were the only thing, he loved so close, yet so far.

#aot #snk #jean kirschstein #eren #levi #hange #mikasa #connie #sasha #gender neutral reader #jean kirschtein x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #imagines #jean kirschtein x gender neutral reader #idk what to call this #what is this #it hurts #jean kirschtein x reader

[creepling]

pineapple express (irl!quackity x gn!reader)

request: just a quick side note - love your writing! if you’re comfortable with it and it doesn’t cross any boundaries could you do a getting high with quackity for a gn! reader? tyty. (anon)

a/n: I DO NOT SUPPORT THE USE OF DRUGS OK. i just thought this was a very fun ask. do not take drugs underage and if you do take drugs, please do so responsibly. don’t end up being a f*ck-up like me lmao. also i’m sorry this is so short, i have been so busy with uni work and i am doing this while i have a night off. hopefully sometime after 4th may i will be writing for frequently.

pairing: irl!quackity x gn!reader (platonic)

summary: the reader has been having a stressful week and alex has the perfect remedy to make them loosen up. and of course, how could the reader deny spending time with their smoking buddy? (inspired by this hilarious clip of paul rudd and jason segel high during an interview.)

tw: use of drugs (cannabis), intoxication, cursing. 

Thank God, it was finally the weekend. I finished all my duties for Friday and I could finally anticipate personal time to myself. I expected to just drive home and become vegitated from exhaustion and stress up until the next week, until I received a text.

Alex: I got some stuff today, smoke buddy. Wanna come over and hang out?

A smile immediately came to my face. I texted back in approvement and prepered myself for arrival; quickly heading back home to change into fresh clothes and fix myself up. I brought my rolling kit in case Alex was on short supply and made my way to my best friend’s house.

“Hola Amigo!” Alex swung the door open the minute I rang the doorbell; his voice exaggerated and welcoming. I engulfed him in my usual hug as my way of entering his apartment. Routinely, I dropped my backpack into the living room and idly chucked my jacket over the couch. I could already inspect the event that was coming; Alex had a ton of shit. Normally Alex counted on me to roll the perfect joint, but when I became too high to do so, he always had emergency cone joints and even a fuck-off bong for special occasions.

“So are we cranking up the hot water and smoking in the bathroom or in here?” I asked for reasurrence, gesturing around the living room.

“Nah, it’s just me and you today. Even the neighbours are out of town.” Alex said, taking a B-turn to his usual spot of the couch. “Have you rolled anything yet?”

“Sorry, didn’t have time. Pretty hectic day.” I apologised, sinking next to him on the couch and running a hand stressfully through my hair. “I’ll quickly do one now. Want your own?”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. You’re a busy-bee.” Alex said understandingly. “Oh and- Yes please.”

I soon got to work, taking my papers and grinder out of my pocket. Alex insisted in dealing with the grinder, putting the buds into the container and got to twisting. At this point, we were a couple of stoners. We never expected to be smoking buddies until I realised that out of all my mutual friends, Alex was the only person that had the same tolerance as me. I could never vibe with anxious high people, since they made me anxious myself. I had fun when I smoked; I giggled profusely and the most aburd theories would pour out of my mouth. Sure, I also got the munchies, but not as bad as Alex. One time Alex ate six packets of hot-flaming cheetos to the point his mouth was on fire. He was so high and flustered from the spice he throught he was breathing out fire. However, that experience does not beat the time I thought his cat was floating in mid air. In conclusion, me and Alex had the funniest experiences when under the influence.

After a few intricate minutes of rolling, I succeedingly rolled two joints. Alex liked his thick at the beginning but thin at the end, and I preferred a medium gurth all throughout. Alex admired my creation, muttering a ‘wow’ and praised my efforts, then took a lighter out of his pocket.

We said our cheers and began to blaze up. Leaning my head back on the couch, I stared at the ceiling as I took slow draws, engulfing the smoke deep into my lungs before deeply exhaling. Alex at this point began to play a playlist (that we specifically created for being stoned) and took his first inhale. He always coughed at the first inhale before slowly easing into his usual rhythm. When my joint was halfway, I began to feel my body outlining with a buzzing sensation. My teeth felt isolated from my gums and the ends of my limbs felt invisible. Our combined exhaled smoke began to intermingle, everytime I took a breath it entered back into my lungs. The sound of Alex’s chuckles flowed into my fuzzy ears and as if almost contagious, I became to chuckle as well.

“That’s some strong stuff.” I commented, my eyes beaming at the ceiling before my eyelids began to grow heavy. Alex hummed in agreement, taking the last straw of his joint before smothering the brown-stained tip into his ashtray. The ashtray was one of those clay creations that had the eyes and mouth on them. I gave him it as a gift for his birthday. 

An hour went by and at this point, Alex and I powered through another joint. We mobilised ourselves onto the floor as we lay on large pillows and blankets; a nook that Alex made up before my arrival. We laughed at the most mundane shit and lay on our backs, our heads closely together as we stared at the ceiling.

“Have you ever had a best friend?” Alex asked in a stoned haze.

“I mean . . . you’re kinda my best friend.” I admitted, a sentence that would probably not leave my mouth if I was sober due to hesitation.

“Really? That is so sweet.” Alex said, his tone of voice so idle it was borderline adorable.

“Am I your best friend?” I asked, my eyes glancing over to him anticipating a response.

“You know this, (Y/N). I have had the same best friend since I was twelve years old . . . and he is imaginary.”

“Oh my fucking God . . . Not Pablo.” I cringed, squeezing my bloodshot eyes closed. The amount of times Alex has talked about his childhood imaginary friend while high is annoyingly been multiple times. At this point, I don’t know if he was joking or being serious. Or just completely and utterly stoned.

“He’s fucking amazing, (Y/N)! I’m not fucking kidding!” Alex exclaimed, looking at me in shock but also trying to hold back a laugh.

“Oh yeah sorry . . . I didn’t mean to offend Pablo.” I said sarcastically, “Pablo who visits you in your dreams!” 

Alex howled at my words and laughed from his chest, clenching his ribs from the pain. A laugh also escaped my throat harshly and I coughed from the suddenness, slamming my hand into a pillow as I was paralyzed from the hilariousity.

“Oh my God . . . I’m literally sweating” Alex mustered out in between wheezes. He was bent double on the floor, still clenching at his ribs. The sight of him made me chuckle even when my laughter became to calm down.

“Then take off your hat, silly!” I said, noticing the beams of sweat that formed on his temple. 

“You jerk! I can’t take off my hat.” Alex exclaimed, his fingers clenching onto the hem of his beanie as if he thought I was going to yank it off him. “It’s a mental compulsion!”

“A mental compulsion?” I emphasised in confusion, his random reasoning retracting me back into a fit of laughter. “Why’s that? Will Pablo come and kill us all if you take it off? Is that why you have been wearing one for all these years?”

Alex at this point laughed so hard at my joke, I was convinced he stopped breathing. When his body allowed him to exhale, he let out the loudest cackle I have ever heard come out his mouth. It even beats the ones he makes on streams. His sudden burst of laughter made we want to make him laugh even more.

“Don’t take off the magic hat, Alex! Otherwise Pablo will come visit you!” I mocked a spooky voice as I sat up from the floor and began to tickle Alex into submission. Alex squirmed, his red eyes now pouring with positive tears. His belly laughs continued as I physically taunted him in a joking manner.

“I’m sorry Pablo, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me!” Alex jokingly pleaded, his voice becoming so high-pitched that his vocal chords let out a squeak. I flopped back onto the pillows in laughter as we were squirming like idiots for several minutes. Once our jester behaviour came to a close, our laughters died out and we lay exhausted on the floor. The music from the speakers now dominated the sound in the room. Alex breathed heavily next to me trying to catch his breath. It was moments like this were I felt the least anxious, were I could just let go and not worry about the world. It felt absolutely bliss. 

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Grow a Pear

—Requested by @shadowsremedy: Seokjin + Kuroko’s Basketball + School Gym as part of @bangtan-headquarters​ Bangtan Anime Club Drabble Event!

—Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (Female OC) [feat. Seungcheol from SVT]

—Genre(s): Humor, Slight-Angst, & Slight-Fluff

—AUs/Tropes: Anime-verse, Kuroko’s Basketball!AU, High School!AU, Basketball Player!Seokjin, Basketball Club Manager!Reader, Opposites Attract Trope

—Warning(s) & Rating: Swearing, Reader threatening bodily harm onto Seokjin, Shameless flirting, & Jealousy from an old middle school rival / PG-15

—Word Count: 1.6K

—Summary: In which news of playing against a certain team sparks a rather interesting memory...

—A/N: This drabble is based on episodes 52 & 53 of KnB, but you do not have to watch the series to understand this story’s overall premise! It is also inspired by Kesha’s song “Grow a Pear” (hence the title LOL) because I immediately think of Kise’s character. Since Seokjin reminds me of that 2D pretty boy, I decided to write a fun story! 

“Hey, ___!” 

A faint hum exits your lips as your eyes remain fixated on your player statistics book. You flip between a few pages with the gears in your brain working in overdrive, almost forgetting for a split moment that Kaijo’s basketball captain asked for your attention. 

“Yes, Sungwon?” You reply, closing the book and tucking it underneath your arm. 

Pursing his lips, Sungwon strides over to you, leaning against the stage inside the gym. Don’t you love playing inside an auditorium? 

“So…” He begins but grows silent. How on Earth is he supposed to ask you to be the sacrificial lamb? How will he tell you that you’ve been chosen to say the team’s resident narcissist yet talented prodigy that Kaijo will play against Fukuda Sugo? Specifically, they’re playing against a certain someone with a rather colorful history with yourself and said prodigy. 

Tiny creases form on your forehead as your brows knit together. You know that carefree look anywhere. More often than not, you become chosen to do a specific task that no other teammate wants to do—talking to Kim Seokjin. 

“Now, before you say no—”

“Nope.”  

“You didn’t even hear what I have to say.” 

“Doesn’t matter. My answer is still the same. No.” 

With that, you turn on your heel, and not even a few steps in, you bump into the one person you don’t want to see. 

“Princess!”

And to think…

You were having such a fantastic day…

“What do you want, Seokjin?” You question, grabbing the statistics book from your underarm and flipping it open to some random page. You already have the data mesmerized like the back of your hand. You just want to appear busy in front of the arrogant pretty boy. 

“Well, besides you finally acknowledging that you’re my girlfriend? A little bird told me that we’re playing against his team in the Quarterfinals,” Seokjin replies, his tone dropping near the end. This serious expression slowly takes over his handsome features, almost sending shivers down your spine. 

If looks can kill, then Seokjin is guilty of murder in the first degree...

Thank God he chose to attend a different school. Who knows what will happen if two people who absolutely despise each other play on the same team. 

“Remind me to thank Namjoon for that…” You mutter, slightly shaking your head as you slowly draw in your breath. Then, a force, light chuckle escapes your lips, personally finding it rather humorous of the current situation. 

“Anyway, so how are you feeling about playing against the dude who has a thing for your sloppy seconds?” You tease, attempting to lighten up the situation. 

Seokjin’s brow perks up, “Sloppy seconds?” he repeats, a tiny grin form on his handsome face. 

You nod, “Well yeah...I mean, he did steal your ex-girlfriend from you.” 

In response, the arrogant basketball player hums. However, this exciting gleam enters the corners of his eyes. 

What is he thinking now? 

Suddenly, he turns to you, his gaze piercing into yours with this unexplainable emotion glazing over his eyes. 

“Oh? I mean, he did come close to stealing you away from me that one day.” He states as this bright smile dances across his gorgeous face. 

For a split second, your cheeks become hot. Your heart practically drums against your chest. Shit. Even your palms clam up, sticking to the cover of the player statistics book. 

What is this feeling? 

Then, it dawns on you. This nervousness is the same emotion you felt when you comforted Seokjin that fateful day—well, supported him in your own unique way…

Tapping your pencil against your chin, a soft growl emits from your lips as you try to figure out the best course of action. The Captain, Kim Namjoon, previously asked you to develop a plan to preserve the Generation of Miracle’s stamina, specifically when using their rather unique talents. At first, you thought Namjoon was flat out insane for asking such a request. Like, you’d have to take into account their height and weight difference. Oh! You couldn’t forget that you also keep in mind their current talent levels. All while these calculations occur during an official game with another team.

Yeah...

Namjoon might as well tell you to put on a fucking jersey while he’s at it. 

Rubbing the sides of your forehead, you can’t help but let out a long, harsh breath as this throbbing sensation enters the left side of your head. 

“Hey, manager ___.” You hear a familiar voice, interrupting your rather irritating calculations. You look up from the tiny pile of scattered papers containing player statistics. However, you don’t bother spouting words towards the overly cocky player. Instead, you merely hum in response, unknowingly irking the basketball player. 

Plastering on a smug grin, the person leans against the stage, quickly glancing at what you’re doing. 

“So, is that the special project Namjoon asked you to do for him?” The arrogant male student asks. 

“Yep, and shouldn’t you be practicing Seungcheol?” You question back, raising a brow. 

Seungcheol scoffs lightly, “Why? I mean, I already earned a permanent spot on the regular team, so…” He trails on, chuckling to himself. He finds the mere thought of his spot being taken away quite humorous. 

You mentally roll your eyes. God, you don’t know who’s the bigger arrogant fool. Him or—

“Yo, Seokjin!” shouts Jungkook, running up to the new recruit. 

Ah, Kim Seokjin. He recently joined the basketball club just a few months ago. He’s already showing promise despite being a second-year student. Shit. Seokjin’s talents have rapidly progressed to the point that Namjoon took notice of him and was promoted to first-string just last week. 

Yet, you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is holding Seokjin back. 

But what? 

Before you become entirely lost in your thoughts, you hear Seungcheol’s arrogant voice taunt Seokjin. 

Oh, great…

You swiftly stand up from your seat and rush over to the argumentative duo. But as you draw near to the quarrelsome pair, you instantly halt. What is this intense atmosphere lingering in the air? 

And why do you suddenly feel something other than agitation towards Seokjin? 

“W-what did you say?” 

“You heard me, Kim Seokjin. Whoever wins our 1v1 match earns the right to call ___ his girlfriend.” 

“Hold on. You can’t just call dibs on ___!” shouts Jungkook in complete and utter shock. 

Instantly slapping yourself back, in reality, you snatch a basketball from an innocent player and roughly throw it at Seungcheol, anger visible all over your face. 

Sadly for you, the annoying prick catches it with ease, smirking at you. 

“What’s the matter, babe? You don’t believe that I can put Seokjin in his place?” He coos, further taunting Seokjin. What sets the handsome prodigy over the edge is when Seungcheol abruptly pulls you against his chest, dropping the basketball in the process. His cheek brushes against yours, making you want to gag. 

Just as you’re about to violently elbow him in the stomach, Seokjin shoves Seungcheol away before forcefully throwing the discarded ball at him. 

“You start.” 

“This should be fun.” 

But it was just the opposite... 

It was a complete slaughter with Seokjin on his hands and knees, panting and sweating profusely. His eyes widened from the shock of his defeat. 

Not only has he lost horribly against Seungcheol, but he also lost you—or so he believes. 

“So, how about that date, baby girl? After all, you’re now my girlfriend.” Seungcheol asks, making sure that Seokjin can hear him. 

“Yeah, I don’t date dudes who have a thing for other fellas’ sloppy seconds.” You bluntly state, turning towards Yoongi and Jungkook, “I mean, first it was Yerin, right? The one that was going around the entire fucking school saying that she was Seokjin’s girlfriend. Oh, I feel sorry for her since it was just last week, you were chasing after her, and now you’re after me.” You say, clicking your tongue in fake disappointment. 

Seungcheol’s arrogant smile vanishes and is now replaced with a scowl. 

“Let me ask you this, why are you obsessed with Seokjin’s sloppy seconds? Like there are a million girls in this damn school who, oddly enough, would love to be your arm candy. Yet you go after the ones that either show interest in Seokjin or who Seokjin’s interested in. Like, dude. Stop. It’s honestly creepy to the point that I firmly believe you have a weird obsession with him.” You finish as you walk over to Seokjin, offering him a helping hand. 

Seokjin faintly smiles, grabbing your hand, as he pulls himself up. Soon, his smile becomes bright. His sweet smile almost blinds you—and makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I knew you had a soft spot for me, ___.” 

“Don’t push it, Jinnie boy.” 

Softly shaking your head, you playfully shove Seokjin, snapping him out of his thoughts. You then jump down from the stage, having popped yourself up there moments earlier. 

“Well, all I have to say is that Seungcheol better watch out. He hasn’t seen your ‘Perfect Copy’ in action yet.” You warmly smile as you make your way towards the exit but soon halt. You glance over your shoulder, maintaining that sweet smile, and say,

“Besides, he’s no match for you with your girlfriend cheering you on from the bench.”

“Right…” He mumbles, totally ignoring your words. Then, it hits him as if someone doused him with cold water. 

“Wait! Did you just call yourself my girlfriend?!!” Seokjin hollers, chasing after you. 

“I don’t know. Win tomorrow’s match, and I’ll let you know.”

“Oh, that’s cruel, princess…”

Grow a Pear is copyright 2021 by jinterlude, all rights reserved.

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[curly-bangtan]

In HW will we ever see something Historically funny, like Taehyung , Y/N parents coming to visit without notice and them scurrying to clean up just in general... lol

Hahaha I love that idea. Let me write a little drabble right now. (I know you said clean up in general but I thought it would be funnier if they were in the middle of something...)

Warning: smut, somehow morphed into angst I’M SORRY

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The island kitchen counter is Taehyung’s favourite place to eat you out. And despite the hard slab of marble pressed cold against your back rather than the soft cushion of your mattress, the scandalousness of the location, so out in the open without the shelter of walls, makes it arguably your favourite too. 

Splayed out on the counter, your legs swung over his shoulders, his hair is the only thing you can grip on in the absence of bed sheets. And he loves it.

“Fuck, Taehyung, keep going, I’m close.”

You feel him smirk against your cunt, the rhythm of his tongue hitting your clit quickening. Your eyes are screwed shut, lips stinging from his biting. This orgasm is going to be spectacular, you can tell.

Ding dong.

The pit of your stomach drops when you hear the familiar sound of the doorbell.

Taehyung’s face resurfaces from between your legs, eyes wide at the interruption. “Delivery?” He asks, wiping his sheen-coated mouth.

“Hmm, could be my clothes.” You purse your lips in annoyance. You were this close. 

In a careless hurry, you forgo your panties on the floor and put your sweatpants on, and you silently thank that Taehyung was too impatient to take your top off before devouring you. Shirtless, he lounges back on the stool, spinning it to face the door, probably to death stare the delivery boy. Though, even without the death stare, his massive boner poking out his checkered pyjama bottoms would send the guy running.

When you swing the door open, your heart stops beating.

“Sweetie, hi!”

Oh fuck.

You hear Taehyung stagger off the stool behind you. 

“M-mum? Dad? H-hi. What are you… doing here?” You forget how to breath when your parents pull you into a bone-crushing embrace. This pigeon-shit luck of yours will get you killed one day.

“We were just in the area since we were having brunch with Meredith. You remember Auntie Meredith? She looked after you that one weekend your dad and I went to France when you were eight? So we’d just thought to pop by and say hi.” You don’t know who the fuck Meredith is, nor do you care. Because your parents are currently pushing pass you into your house, where a completely horrified Taehyung is scrambling around the island counter so his boner isn’t full on display to your parents.

When your eyes meet his, you can’t tell who is panically more internally.

“Taehyung!” Your father greets, eyes scanning the poor boy’s stark chest. “Wow, look at you!”

You could say that Taehyung is pretty well-acquainted with your parents, though you would rather them not be this overly friendly with your roommate. He’s usually good with your folks, joking around with them, especially if the subject of conversation is you. But right now… A bead of sweat trickles down his cheek.

“H-hi, Y/D’s/N. Er, it’s nice to see you.” Arms crossed to preserve his modesty, Taehyung stutters. With your previous activity still fresh in your mind, you think you can just about dissolve into a puddle of embarrassment. Had they heard you moaning? Oh my god...

“Jeez, Taehyung, it’s been a while! Where’s your shirt? Don’t get me flustered now.” Fanning her face, your mum jokes. She likes to make it blatantly obvious how attractive Taehyung is, and it makes you want to pull your hair out. 

“Right, sorry, we weren’t expecting you. We just woke- I just woke up. I’ll go put something on right now, give me a second.” Your eyes meet as he flees the scene, and you give him a lethal daggering glare for leaving you to fend for yourself.

The sensual ache between your legs has completely vanished, replaced with that throat-constricting feeling of dread. It’s not that you’re not happy to see your parents - you are - just not right now of all times.

“Surprised, sweetie?” You mum fawns over you, fingers combing through the tangles in your hair while your dad surveys your messy place.

“Very surprised, mum. Pleasantly, of course.” You force a sickly sweet smile at her, mouth dry with guilt. If only she knew the filth you had been up to with Taehyung. He had kept you up all night last night, which is why you only got out of bed at noon. And even so, he still wanted to eat you out for breakfast. 

Your eyes follow your father’s tacitly judgemental gaze, no doubt preparing to scold you on your disorganisation. It doesn’t take more than a minute to wash up a goddamn mug! You can practically hear him say. Then your eyes land on your thong on the floor.

Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

“Are you even listening, Y/N?” Your mother chides. “I said, Taehyung is really quite handsome, don’t you think?”

“Yes, yes, mum, of course.” Without paying attention to her words, you answer.

The black lace underwear lies rather inconspicuously by the corner of the counter. From a fleeting glance, it could pass off as a discarded sock. But knowing your father, knowing how his scrutinizing eyes never fails to find every single flaw, there is no chance he will miss it. He is pacing on the other side of the counter, a few steps away from reaching it; and you’re standing a good five metres away, you won’t be able to hide it without being obvious. Doomed.

Just then, Taehyung emerges from his room, a creased t-shirt thrown over his head, hair still sticking out in places where you were tugging. Your eyes immediate travel to examine his bulge, which is less prominent than before, confirming that the poor throbbing thing is tucked under the band of his boxers.

“Taehyung!” Your mother flocks over to him, clutching his arm too enthusiastically. “We were just talking about you. You’ve grown out your hair! It looks great on you!”

Your dad stops pacing on the other side of the counter, and you let out of breath of relief as your underwear remains hidden under the counter. In two strides, you bend over to pick it up and stuff it in your sweats while the attention is diverted to Taehyung.

“Thank you. Y/N wouldn’t let me cut it, she said she likes it long.” Taehyung chuckles nervously, glancing over at you. Your eyes narrow at his innuendo. Intentional? Probably not, he’s way too freaked out right now.

“Come on, it does look better long and permed, doesn’t it?” Though your voice resumes its regular tone, your heartbeat has yet to calm. Your parents absolutely cannot find out about you and Taehyung. From the fact that you have not had a single boyfriend in your life and how repulsed you act every time they ask about men in your life, they probably think that you are a virgin. You’d rather keep that pristine image of yourself.

“Taehyung looks good either way.” You roll your eyes as your mum pats Taehyung’s cheeks fondly, and the pleased grin it coaxes from him. Too smug.

“Thanks, Y/M’s/N.” 

“So,” your dad crosses his arms and leans onto the island, “What's up with you two lately?” So the interrogation has begun.

“What do you mean how have we been?” You bristle. “We’re fine, still great friends. Why would anything be up with us?” Taehyung bites the inside of his cheeks at your response. Great friends, indeed.

“Hey now, I meant how have you guys been, Miss Sensitive.” Taken aback by your defensiveness, you dad chuckles. 

Right... You clamp down on your lip. You should shut up before you give anything away.

“Yeah, Taehyung, you got a girlfriend?” Your mother’s brows raise suggestively. Oh god, not this again.

“Mum-”

“Nah, no girlfriend.” Taehyung shakes his head shyly, scratching the back of his head.

“Really? Oh why not!? I’m sure girls are lining up to be with you!”

You’re about to drag your mother off Taehyung when you actually consider her question. Why doesn’t Taehyung have a girlfriend? It’s not like he’s really sleeping around nowadays anyway. And though he never expresses it to you, since it would probably be weird, he is definitely the type to be pining for a girlfriend at heart.

When you glance at him, his cheeks are tinted, eyes searching the floor frantically. “I don’t know… I guess I’m just… Not really actively looking for a serious relationship right now? I’m happy with the way things are currently with my life.”

You’re not sure why you feel as though his words are aimed at you and your situation. Are you overthinking? Or is he saying that he doesn't want anything to change between you? Not that you want anything more, god no, you just… Maybe a selfish greedy part of you hopes to keep Taehyung all for yourself.

“Psh, yeah right, that’s what I used to tell myself, buddy.” Your dad chimes in, and you’d just wish he would dial his abrasive tone down a little. You've definitely taken after your father. Good thing he likes Taehyung, or the savagery would show its claws. “Trust me, you’ll want a girl sooner or later.”

“Exactly. And I know you’ll kick me out for this, sweetie, but you two would make a great couple. Why not just give it a go?”

Taehyung has gone completely stiff. You can’t believe what your mother is saying. This isn’t the first time she has urged you to date Taehyung. He’s good looking, a nice guy, makes you laugh. Y/N, why not? Why not? Because- Because… 

“Mum! You’re right.” Her face lights up. “I’m definitely kicking you out. Please, we’ll have dinner this weekend. But we’re busy right now. Goodbye.” 

As you usher your parents to the door despite their protests, you purposely avoid Taehyung’s eye, sensing the heat rush profusely to your face. “Wait but, Y/N-”

“Taehyung and I are best friends. I’m not going to be his girlfriend, we’re happy right now. Okay?”

Strangely, when you slam the door after your parents, it feels as though you’re trapping yourself with the very problem you wish not to face, rather than having banished it. Cheeks bashfully red, Taehyung doesn’t say anything when you approach him, muttering your apologies on behalf of your parents.

His mouth opens, and shuts. 

You’re glad that he stays quiet, glad that he doesn’t disagree with what you said. Because you don’t know you would handle knowing that Taehyung wants something more.

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Unedited and rushed and sporadic and kinda shit sorry

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[vynnyal]

dumping my random thoughts, comic ideas, and wildly misinformed theories abt hk onto my victims: part 2!!! p clear what I was doing in some of these, lmao

btw if you have any input im very, super interested please feel free 2 share

"So who's the mother?" Grimm: "Mother? No, there was no mother." "Then how--?" grimm: "Mitosis, obviously." Cut to two panels of the person dissociating over what they imagine the process to be.

FUCKIN... ASEXUAL PRIDE GRIMM

Hornet yelling shaw instead of yeet or koby.

Hornet yelling git gud at inappropriate times in place of like... Actual Advice. Alt: jdghghf or when she gets nervous, as a distraction.

Her thinking of something cool to say while waiting outside the black egg temple. alt: her thinking so hard she almost misses her cue, making her flub; aka the reason she says somn more like "geddun" in-game. alt alt: thk and ghost sharing a blank look (mid-battle) and thinking "she flubbed" in disbelief.

Hornet and something with the "spidersilk paper" lemm mentioned, maybe using it to """document""" her day when she has time to spare. She insists it's not a diary, so don't even try.

Hornet grieving the little weavers.

(speedrun) "You wanna fight? Huh? Huh? Well I dont, bye"

Zote "I only saved you for the money" joke.

Quirrel pretending not to understand modern slang.

Quirrel... Dad jokes... Holy shit

FUCKIN... DAD BOD???

conifer appearing in increasingly absurd locations.

Quirrel playfully commenting on the uh... "information"... The tablets display. alt: he can actually read it just fine, but is coy abt telling ghost what it says.

rather than just appearing, Quirrel and ghost walk through the archives together, the mood bittersweet.

Hollow knight passing the time in the black egg lightheartedly.

Wyrm and root trying to argue but the height difference just makes them both laugh.

ghost appearing before Root, expectant, only for them to slowly realize she doesn't actually... care about them. or any of the vessels, really. she expects them to do their duty, her claims of shame apparently not deterring her away from the fate they were created for. alt: she acts like that not out of any kind of malevolence, but out of pure ignorance. It doesn't occur to her how much it costs the little vessels... Or that they even have anything to lose, at all.

Cut to the future after the bad end, as yet another fragile vessel appears before the queen, far too late to save anyone now.

Godmaster traitor lord battle, ghost walks in looking very nervous. Traitor looks smug, asking if they're afraid (of him), only for the next panel to show ghost sweating profusely as they have Fragile Flower Flashbacks. alt, they're imagining/being pressured by the ghost girlfriends glaring at them/wailing "WAIIII" in tendem.

Ghost asks how thk got so big, only for them to reveal their body is still the same size, and they're just controlling a big suit of armor like false knight. Jdbfjfgjr

its been pointed out the bee knight doesnt... actually have any wings to buzz with. the noises are entirely vocalized. The reason buzzy baby makes buzz noises is because he felt left out when he was a kid; the queen, seeking to comfort him, explains how he can create his very own buzz sounds using an alternative method, instead. Despite his battle prowess, his mind never matured, continuing up to his very last moments to make the habitual noises of his childhood.

(godmaster) having soul left over and fuckin SCREAMING in the faces of the nail masters just before the bench.

Defeating bee boy by one mask, relaxing for a sec, before realizing the bees are stILL COMING ACTUALLY,,,,

The aftermath of the sheo fight, ghost just DRIPPING with rainbow-colored paint.

ze'mer and her lover meeting in their dreams.

flower lesbos hanging out with the thorn husbos (nailmaster/sheo hfshh)

Team cherry hid the gays behind some of the hardest missions because, let's be honest, no homophobe would put that much effort into anything.

Quirrel saying "I've only had ghost for a day, but if anything happened to them I'd -" Cuts to ghost, shade over their body Quirrel: "..."

Messing with the hot springs... geysers? Idk 3 heads things. whats in there? How were they made? By the ancient civilization, maybe pale king? alt: finding quirrel relaxing casually inside one of the eyesockets instead of in the spring, lmao.

"I'd sure like to be a shade, like heck- they can fly, they can do that weird teleport thing, and they have-", turns to it, "- ALL MY MONEY!!!"

Ngl I still don't fully understand the relationship between ghost, their shell, and their shade, and should prolly read up before blabbing, but what is it that separates ghost's body from their shade? Or their shade from ghost, themself? We see in the dnm ending they can very much "control" their shade, as they voluntarily rip off their shell to release it. Or... Oh shit am I dumb? Did ghost kill themselves right then? Oh fuck did ghost die to let their shade kill the radience. Please tell me I'm wrong I'm really upset now yfjfihrufhgi

Gonna be honest the previous one was me trying to contextualize the concept of ghost being able to fly like shades do but now I'm just thinking abt ghost, fuck. Still. Imagine ghost n thk just, like, hovering towards people with their funky tentacle legs. Or better, no tentacles, they can just Do That. Establish your dominance, little vessels.

Ghost doing the superman "ripping off your shirt to shift into super-mode" thing except they just tear apart their shell. Alt: hornet: "that looks painful"

Broken vessel was stuck. Out of all the dead vessels we see- the one in greenpath, those hung in nosk's den, the floor of the abyss, even ghost themself- not one retained their body after death. Except, that is, for broken vessel. Something, somehow, was anchoring their shade to their shattered shell and keeping it there, unable to seep away and reunite with their siblings below. They weren't just another corpse. That was ghost's sibling.

Just what is a vessel's coak? From what I've seen of the sprites, it's clearly attached to their shells; some in nosk's den are even hung from them, with their shells dangling below it. It seems biological- by which I mean, not some sort of clothing or ambiguously god-based substance- which makes its selective decay rather odd. On one hand, in greenpath, nosk's den, and some specific corpses within the abyss, their cloaks have stayed firmly attached. On the other, we have countless shells left naked all over the place- even ghost's shell is like this. Of course we have to keep in mind ari prolly just didn't wanna animate that, but that's no fun. I don't really have a prompt or theory here, as nothing I come up with quite fits the bill... Just more of a thinkpiece, I suppose.

Nyooming past quirrel at blue lake, freeze frame of ghost and q sharing a startled look.

Ghost distracting sheo by making him gush over his artwork. alt, "winning" the battle by showing him something they made, and/or just having a paint-off. Ghost wins no matter what, obviously.

Ohhh... Ghost learning to express themselves through art...

Lurien secretly has multiple eyes, fit neatly in the one socket.

Appreciating the genius of the mimic grub room (the real grub's location is hard-coded. im still mad)

Hearing Hornet say "get down" instead of "git gud" and the connotations of that. alt: hearing "git gud" when she's actually saying "get down", being offended or otherwise reacting to that, before being promptly smacked in the face by whatever she was warning them abt.

Hornet doing weird, obscure spider things.

Ghost: WHAT is THAT?? uumuu: uumuu emoji face

Where does the shade get its sword? Is it a void-sword? Did they scavange it? Did they make it???

The actual guttural horror of falling into the centipedes in deepnest.

The irony of feeling incredibly sad and hurt at thk's pain, but absolute bloodlust for pure knight.

What was written upon the journal found with the corpse in ash at hollownest’s edge. Alt: h. how did ash even get up there.

#blabbing.txt #Thonking abt hollowknight #FDhbfjfhf I had to cut this post in half #Only true chads make long texts posts on mobile and of them I am king #Sorry abt the angst lma o.... idk whether to include them r not #I am so melodramatic and idk how not to be help

[bssaz97]

After knowing what Jaune (D Arc) did to Ironwood and his men do you think Cinder would try doing the same thing Jaune went through but it goes horribly wrong?

Jaune D’ Arc part 2

Weiss: Let me get this straight. After you were captured, they took you to Salem’s castle.

Jaune: Mm-Hmm.

Weiss: Where it was revealed to you that you are a descendants of one of Salem and Ozma’s once thought to be dead children.

Jaune: Yep.

Weiss: So because of that she tried to convince you to join her side and rule as her heir. But you said she could, and I quote-

Jaune/Weiss: “Go fuck herself and her batshit crazy ass cult!”

Jaune: Yes I did say all of that.

Qrow: But because she didn’t like that answer she had you transferred to Watts’ secured hideout laboratory.

Jaune: Ohhh yeah you should have seen the look on their faces. Especially Cindy, bitch was about to blow a gasket. But anyway, continue.

Qrow: Right...so after you were brought to the lab, where Watts tortured you behind Salem’s back and tried to pry information out of you about the rest of us.

Jaune: Damn. Right.

Ren: When all that failed, Arthur decided to do try another test which involved putting you in the tube that we found you in. Which was filled with...I’m sorry what did you call it?

Jaune: Red shit. But I’m also pretty much it was Grimm essence.

Weiss: And you survived that, how?

Jaune: I’m assuming my semblance.

Weiss/Qrow/Ren: Ah. Right.

Nora: But if you’re semblance saved you, why do you look like a scary boy Salem?

Jaune: Well while my semblance kept me alive. Didn’t really do much else to stop the effects of the red shit changing my body. Eventually my body and semblance was changed to the point where I could barely recognize myself. Also I now need to absorb the aura of others to fuel my own and my current mental health is pretty fucked if I do say so myself, but what else is new am I right?

Everyone: .....

Jaune: Ok joke didn’t work. Got it.

Ruby: Jaune.....Do you know if...this is permanent or not?

Jaune: Well. It’s supposed to be an almost exact same liquid from the pool that changed Salem to what she is now soooooo I’m gonna assume that this is not reversible.

Ruby: Oh...

Jaune: .....does it really bother you?

Ruby: What! No! Jaune, I’m happy to have you back alive! You have no idea how much everyone missed you, how I missed you. I just wanted to know if you are ok with these changes.

Jaune: .....no. But I don’t really have much choice in the matter anymore so I guess I’ll just have to live with it. But anyway that’s my story.

Qrow: Well kid, you’ve been through a helluva experience. Come on, let’s get going before anybody else gets here.

Jaune: That sounds great. How do we do that?

Ruby: We were able to get ahold of a Manta to get here. Now come on let’s get out of here. *Takes his hand but feels him not moving * Huh? Jaune?

Jaune: Actually.....I have a better idea.

He walks over to Ironwood’s unconscious body.

Jaune: Hey Jimmy how’s it going? You look great! Say I was wondering, do you mind if we borrow your ride? No you don’t mind. Great! You’re a pal! *Reaches into Ironwood’s coat and pulled out a keycard.*

Weiss: Jaune! What are you doing?!

Jaune: Getting us a new ride!

Time Skip; Elsewhere....

Salem: WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE’S GONE?!!!

Salem’s faction are all present in the War Room when Arthur had arrived to inform Salem of recent events. So naturally she was very displeased by the news.

Arthur: Uh, well...you see your grace, he didn’t actually escape rather he was.....recovered by the Rose child’s group. *Salem stood right in front of him*

Salem: Really? Very well then, for my next question I want to know as to WHY YOU LET THEM TAKE MY HEIR?!

Arthur: They caught me off guard you see! I was just doing my normal procedures-

Cinder: You mean dancing in your lab?

Arthur: My NORMAL procedures! And then suddenly the little ginger hell spawn bombed my facility.

Salem: And instead of securing my heir, ensuring that OUR ENEMIES do not get a hold of him.....what did you do?

Arthur: Um well.....you see.....I-

Mercury: Hid in his safe room like a bitch!

Emerald: MERC!

Salem: No! That’s quite alright young Sustrai, I believe that perfectly explains the behavior of our dear doctor here. *She stood up as her back faced the outside windows* So tell me Arthur, how are you going to make this up to me?

Arthur: *sweating* I can assure you my grace! I will retrieve the Arc, you see I installed a tracking device on his person after-! *Stops himself*

Salem: .....I’m sorry. What was that last part Arthur? *Side glances him*

Arthur: Well...forgive me your grace but I feel I should confess that.....I may have withheld some information about the Arc boy’s status at my facility.

Salem: Status...

Arthur: *Sweating profusely* He’s Fine! Really he’s just fine!.....for the most part. AH! *Magically pulled towards Salem, where she grabbed his shirt*

Salem: What did you do?

Arthur: N-Nothing life threatening! I think...

Salem: What did you do?

Arthur: I.....may have dabbled a little into..... Grimm Essence Research while he was at my facility.

Salem: .*Her eyes widened* ....what?

Arthur: But he’s fine! He survived the procedure perfectly. Honestly you should have seen the results, now he looks more like your descendant than ev-WAH! *Gets slammed into the front glass panel, causing multiple cracks to form*

Salem: Don’t you think that if I wanted him to be like me. I would have asked you to make so?

Arthur: You know I’m suddenly starting to realize that.

Salem: How much?

Arthur: W-What?

Salem: How much of the Grimm essence did you give him?

Arthur: uuuuuuuuuhhhh.

Salem: Arthur.....

Arthur: I put him in a tank of it.

Salem: YOU FOOL! *Throws him across the room, hitting the opposite wall*

Tyrian: Hehehehehehehe! Oh what fun we’re having today!

Emerald: Cinder, shouldn’t we try to stop her? I mean he is our only tech support.

Cinder: Shh! Not yet. I want to see how far she goes.

The negative aura surrounding the Grimm Queen seemed to emit off her person as she slowly walked towards Arthur. This caused him to scrabbles to steady himself on the wall, fear for his life very much on his mind.

Arthur: W-W-Wait! Your grace, I promise you we get him back!

Salem: It’s far too late for that Arthur. Even if you can track him down, you’ll never be able to recapture him. After all, if he’s anything like me now he’ll most likely try and succeed to kill you and anyone you send after him.

Arthur: Your Grace! I implore you, beg you to give me another chance. Have I ever failed you before!

Salem: .......You make a point. You’ve been faithful up until now, therefore I shall let you keep your life.

Arthur: *Sighs in relief* Thank you my grace...

Salem: But fail me again Arthur.....and I shall fill these very walls with your blood.

Arthur: ...I understand your grace.

Salem: Now go on then, it seems like you have some searching to do.....oh and take Tyrian and Cinder with you. Just to ensure you do not fail me again, right Arthur?

Arthur: Y-Yes your grace, we won’t fail! Come along Tyrian, Cinder.

The three followers and two subordinates of Salem make their way out of the room. Once they make it down the hall. They enter a second room where they can plan their operation.

Arthur: Alright everyone, since we all have our assignment from her Grace. I think it’s best we find out leads as to where the target is going.

Cinder: Before we do anything! Why don’t you show us exactly what you’ve been up to, do you have any record of the breakout?

Arthur: I do. But I must insist that we-

Cinder: You just claimed to have turned Jaune Arc into a replica of Salem, I think I speak for everyone here that I’m curious to know in what regard you meant.

Tyrian: I wouldn’t mind seeing for myself either of how the boy has been blessed by our goddess.~ I say role the tape!

Arthur: ‘Heavy Sigh’ Very well. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you...

Five Minutes Later....

Jaune: *in recording* What’s wrong Jimmy?! You were talking good shit a second ago! Why don’t you have one of your dead men give you a new arm?! I’m sure they gladly do it as they now have plenty to give.

Arthur at this point decided to pause the video as he’s sure everyone got the message. He turns to look at everyone and sees they have a variety of expressions. Cinder and Mercury have a pale expression of shock and fright on their faces, while Emerald had stopped watching halfway through the video to puke in the corner. Tyrian had a sickening gleeful expression as if he was watching a blockbuster movie. But that face dropped when the video ended.

Tyrian: Hey! Why did you stop it? It was getting to the good part!

Cinder: This.....is Jaune Arc?

Arthur: Unfortunately, yes.

Cinder: Watts.....BY THE GODS WHAT IN WORLD POSSESSED YOU TO CREATE THIS MONSTROSITY!!! AND WHY GIVE IT TO HIM OF ALL PEOPLE?!!!

Arthur: Look here! I don’t need anyone else here to tell me when I clearly have made a misjudgment!

Mercury: Doc this isn’t a misjudgment, this is a complete fuckin’ disaster! We already had one Salem on our backs, NOW WE GOT TWO OF EM!

Arthur: Look it’s not that bad!

Emerald: ‘Huff!’ Not that bad?! That.....THING turned a group of Atlesian specialists into burger meat! And you want US to go up against THAT! We’re going die!

Arthur: Don’t you think I’m already aware of that! I’m not even sure if sending a maiden will be enough to stop him! But I obviously cannot do this by myself!

Cinder: .....Then why don’t we even the odds.

Arthur/Mercury/Emerald: What?

Cinder: You were able to accomplish this process once. Couldn’t you do it again?

Emerald: Cinder. You’re not actually-?

Cinder: Power is power. And if I’m right that means if someone else had any similar abilities as him, they would be able to overpower him. Right?

Arthur: .....It’s possible. However I highly recommend that you don’t undergo such a procedure.

Cinder: And why not?! If you’re not confident in your own work than what’s to stop me from-

Arthur: I don’t doubt my work! It’s the person I’m concerned over.

Cinder: What?

Arthur: You see this isn’t the first time I’ve dabbled into this kind of research. It’s only the first success.

Cinder: You’ve done this before?

Arthur: Yes.....it’s been a pet project of mine for sometime. However, I rarely ever had any test subjects survive. Those that do.....well they are far from ever being human again.

Cinder: How?

Arthur: Well most that do undergo the procedure, turn out to be more Grimm-like than desirable. They become mindless beasts that slowly decay into nothing.

Everyone: .....

Mercury: Oum, how long have you been doing this for?!

Arthur: About three to four years give or take.

Cinder: If that’s the case. Why shouldn’t I undergo the procedure?

Arthur: Do you really think Salem would accept or be pleased that I turned her Fall Maiden into a mindless beast?

Cinder: If Someone by the likes of Jaune Arc could survive, then so can I!

Arthur: Absolutely not! I already have her eyes behind my back, do you want me to kill myself!

Cinder: I can take it by force if I have to! I have magic!

Arthur: You wouldn’t survive!

Cinder: AND WHY NOT?!

Arthur: Because you lack a sense of humanity!

Cinder: *confused* What?!

Arthur: This procedure isn’t just about the physical capability of the recipient but the mental as well. You think it’s only a coincidence that someone like Jaune Arc survives solely for his semblance and genealogy to Salem?

Cinder: Oh you’ve got to be kidding? You’re telling me that the reason he survived and became this way is because of his humanity!

Arthur: .....As much as I despise the notion yes. Also they have to be a virgin.

Cinder: Watts, you damn well!

Arthur: Thought but didn’t want to assume. But I’m afraid I can’t allow you to undergo the procedure. You’re too important to the mission and we both know we shouldn’t give it to Tyrian. *Both look at the crazed scorpion licking his blades*

Cinder: Point taken.

Arthur: Yes, for this procedure we require someone who is.....expendable. *Looks at the two others in the room.*

Emerald: .....Why is he looking at us like that?

Mercury: Because we’re fucked.

End of Part 2.

Had fun writing this one and I hope you guys enjoyed!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lie ren #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #qrow brawnwen #arthur watts #salem #cinder fall #emerald sustrai #mercury black #tyrian callows #rwby lancaster #lancaster #dracula jaune #jaune d’ arc

[harringtonheartache]

Call It Fate, Call It Karma | Part One

Part Two

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Y/n is one of the Scoops Troop who finds herself in the underground Russian base, and ultimately ends up strapped to the back of Steve Harrington whilst facing imminent death. (Essentially Steve & Robin’s interrogation but the reader is in Robin’s place). 

Warning(s): Stranger Things 3 spoilers, descriptions of blood and violence, cussing

Word Count: 1,951

A/N: I am 100% in fucking love with Steve Harrington. The title is taken from a song by the same name by The Strokes, it’s cute, maybe give it a listen. Request more ST fics if ya want, Steve prompts in particular are appreciated :-). I love my chaos boyfriend. This is a part one! If you bitches want a second part tell me, although I will probably do it anyway because I feel weird leaving this story without a true conclusion. Okay enjoy. 

The next punch to her face hit the air with the sound of a popping balloon. Her hand gripped the underside of the cold metal bench, the cool surface stimulating a sense of relief against her warm palms. This was not the first blow she has received in the past hour, as her expression was painted with reds and blues to match the Fourth of July festivities going on elsewhere. She closed her eyes, tired of fighting a battle with the fluorescent lights that seemed to hang from the ceiling just to cause her discomfort. This was taken as an act of insubordination to the Russian man who crouched before her. He took her whole face in one of his large hands, insistent on holding her full attention. His finger pushed aggravatingly on her swollen eye, an action that heightened the pain in her face. He spoke to her in English, but not even the removal of the language barrier would allow her drained mind to understand what was said to her so sternly. 

Apparently whatever was spoken acted as a preface to a change of location. As her body began being dragged out of the small room, she felt a strange alleviation of fear. While she made sure to remember that they could very well be taking her into a kill room to rid themselves of her as a liability, she took comfort in knowing that one phase of her torture interrogation was over. Her legs followed her upper body limply, her front side facing the ceiling as a large man pulled her like a wagon by the arm. She pulled once against his grip, as if this feeble attempt would grant her an upper hand in anyway. As if it was nothing to him (because it wasn’t), he slung her across the floor in front of him. She slid a good amount, smashing into Steve like two children at the bottom of a sledding hill. 

Their bodies laid there for a second, like two corpses awaiting disposal. Exhausted and half-conscious, Y/n used her knees to turn herself around to face Steve. “St- Steve? Hey, can you hear me?” He was with matching bodily damage, although it was safe to say that he had it a little worse than her during the interrogation phase. Her fingers met his shirt for a second, and she got one tug in before she herself was pulled from the floor and sat in a chair. Her shouts of disapproval were ignored as if they went unheard. Steve was removed from the ground as well, and placed in a chair that met the back of Y/n’s. Being the only one of the two imprisoned who remained conscious, she yelled profusely in displeasure. Much to her dismay, the men funneled out of the room like penguins, leaving them alone for the first time since their abduction. 

“Steve, wake up. Steve please fucking wake up, please. For fucks sake! Steve wake up.” Her voice was strained and weak, matching her worn appearance. She had endured her share of beatings without any urge to cry, but it was in this moment she felt that straining in the back of her throat that was usually followed by tears. “Steve fucking wake up,” the volume of her own voice added slightly to her increasing panic. She stirred indignantly in her chair, hoping that her movement -in addition to her rasping voice- would be enough to steal Steve from his unconscious state. After a few minutes of this, she was rewarded with a sound from him. “Hmm? Y/n?” 

“Steve! Oh fuck, thank you. Steve? Wake up. Are you awake?”

 “Uhhhh uh huh,” he dragged out the “h’s” of his speech, still struggling significantly with being awake. She let out a relieved laugh, but still worried for his physical state. “Are you okay?” She asked. “My ears are ringing, and I can’t really breathe. My eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that I’m doing pretty good.” Although laced with sarcasm, the exchange of full sentence-length speech was reassuring. 

She closed her eyes again, this time able to do so without being met with an angry hand to her face. An almost content sigh left her bruised body. “What about you?” He asked. “I’m, uh.. bleeding. But okay,” she told him. Now that he was awake, her mind calmed, and she gave herself a moment to take in the room and weigh their options. There were a few drops of blood notable against the pale tile, a detail that some might overlook. Despite the contrast of the deep red and polished blue, the blood did not look abnormal splashed against the floor. The nature of the room invited spilled blood as a decoration. She leaned her head backwards to rest on Steve’s shoulder, physical contact that was comforting to the both of them. In a moment of dumb concern, she worried about bloodying his work uniform with her face. This maybe a thoughtful fear, had the interrogators been just as considerate in preserving his clothing during his own beating. 

She lifted her head after a minute or so, recognizing that she’d better use her time wisely. While the situation was very much real, she could not picture herself meeting her end in the minute room she sat in, strapped to the back of Steve Harrington. Looking to her left, she counted six metal tools spread out on a tray, like something you would see at the dentist’s office. The first of those six items was a pair of shining scissors. An excited huff of air left her nose as a smile spread across her mouth. “Hey, look to your right. There's a pair of scissors. If we hop together, maybe we can reach them.” It seemed like a solid plan, and Steve was enthused to follow her direction. “Oh shit, yeah let’s try that.”

Two hops in and perhaps feeling a little too confident, a third jump knocked them from their triumphant state and landed them on that pale blue floor. Despite their situation, the cool tile felt nice on their burning faces once they were down there. A drop of blood that had been making it’s way down Steve’s neck had it’s path redirected, and now moved horizontally, painting him a necklace of red. When it reached the floor, it added another splash to the already bloodied tile, looking just as natural as the others had. 

Given the circumstance, cuss words were the only vocabulary Y/n felt were appropriate to spill. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” A fitting trilogy of words. She started off her next sentence with another word from her list of obscenities. “Shit, we’re really dead, huh?”

 “No, no, no, we’re not dying here. We will not die in an underground Russian base that we didn’t know existed twenty-four hours ago,” he told her in a manner that he hoped would convince both of them that it was the truth. Y/n longed to blindly believe him; to be able to take his word for it that they would survive the rabbit hole their curiosity damned them down would be paradisaical. How polite of childish wonder to dig a grave for you (and a friend!). 

“I admire your optimism,” she spoke to him slowly. She felt defeated in every sense of the word. A brief silence fell over the two, but didn’t last as Steve spoke again. “I am optimistic that we will get out of here, but while it still looks like we are facing inevitable doom, can I say something?” He wished that he could read her face, but he remained incapable of doing so whilst strapped to the fallen chair. His hands laid in tight correspondence with one another, although the wraps that held them together with his legs were a sub-concern in comparison to the hurt he felt in his face. His hair had dried significantly since it had stuck to the back of his neck with sweat in the room that he was beaten. It had still managed to frame his face without flaw, although a tad messier than before; it worked for him. Not even a severe assault hindered his hairstyle. He laid stiffly on the floor, still forced into sitting posture from the chair he was tied to. With his head against the floor, his side profile emulated an artistically tragic painting, one that used watercolors to detail the bruises and blood.

Y/n, with her back to him, felt the slight shift in conversational atmosphere with her entire body. “Sure,” she didn’t leave him in much anticipation. An aimless memory had risen to the top of Steve’s consciousness, like bubbles appearing at the surface of a boiling water pot. “Do you remember when you helped me pass senior year English?” Truly a bizarre event to summon to mind when faced with death. Nonetheless, she did remember this. She remembered in great detail. While many found their newly developed friendship a curious occurrence, their personal progression from demodog mercenaries to honest friends was a comfort to both participants. “Yeah,” she reassured him, prompting him to continue. “I would come home actually excited to study, because with you it was fun. I mean, we became friends because all of the end-of-world demodog bullshit, but it was nice to do something normal with you. And you know we’ve hung out a lot since then, and now we are back to our more life-threatening pastimes, but I guess I just wanted to tell you how much fun I had while it lasted,” he said, his voice honeyed. “I know I am totally throwing a wrench in my optimism facade but I had to say it because to be honest, I am not completely sure Dustin isn’t utterly lost in the vents right now,” Steve finished, returning to a more light-hearted way of talking.  

This monologue flared a laugh from Y/n, and one that actually wasn’t tinctured with delusion. “Thanks, Steve. Me too. I agree, it was fun while it lasted. It is weird that it took the end of the world to bring us together.” Another chuckle left her and spread to Steve as well. “Is that pitiful or just fate?” she posed a question. “I’m just going to call it fate,” he said, his voice airy and amused. Perhaps it was fate, or perhaps karma was instead more suiting a word. If they were in all actuality saving the world, maybe becoming close with one another was their compensation. To draw a line between inevitable outcome and simple cause and effect seemed unnecessary, though. “If it is at all a comfort, I have a little more faith in Dustin’s navigation skills than you,” she added, her tone conciliatory. 

Their wild cachinnation grew, but was cut short when the Russian men returned to the room. The two were pulled from the ground just as harshly as they had been thrown down. It was then that a syringe was presented to the two of them. The needle sticking out of the top end took the hostages right back down to reality; pulled them from their previous conversation that had acted as a rather effective distraction. It was that needle that put a new, sick thought in Y/n’s head: was it good karma they had acquired, or bad? Maybe they saved Hawkins, or maybe they messed with an entity they were to leave alone. Perhaps their relationship was a reward, or perhaps it was a punishment, for it would end cruelty in torment and death in this small doctor’s office of a room.

#st3 #st3 spoilers #stranger things #stranger things 3 #stranger things fic #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington reader insert #joe keery #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #robin #lucas sinclair #el hopper #jim hopper #joyce byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #will byers

[moon-beam95]

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By:Moon-Beam95

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Ben Hargreeves x Reader

You and Ben had been together since you were mere teens. You lived on the same street, next door in fact and it was everything a teen romance should be. Well, almost everything. The moves don't usually have the love of one's life meeting a violent end. But, then again, not everyone's love interest used to be a superhero. That's right, you heard me, Ben was one of 6, cough *7* cough, students of The Umbrella Academy, a crime fighting squad with powers. And your Ben had the strangest of all, a monster hidden within that he could summon anytime and manifest tentacles via his chest cavity.

The first time you saw his power in action you were sat in your room watching as he paced nervously. It was terrifying, not his powers but him, his face scrunched up, body coiled, knuckles turning white from shear force and he began to sweat profusely. He looked like he was in immeasurable pain and that to you was far more important than any extra appendages. So when you flung your arms around him, mindful of his tentacles, and told him this the look you received in return was one of intense wonderment. And, when you interacted with them it began to border on awe, it was that night you had your first kiss.

Now normally you'd scoff at girls who were swept away by romance, whose relationship progressed far too fast, but when it was you in that position it seemed natural. It wasn't forced, you'd been friends since childhood and your love for him had just been a foregone conclusion, from that of a friend to that of a romantic partner. You cannot pinpoint when it happened, it simply just was.

When he died everything felt wrong. You found yourself waiting by the window where he would sneak through every night. Or catch yourself turning to speak to him and breakdown in realisation. But, you had Klaus, sweet lonely Klaus, who pushed his grief aside to help you, a boy who was probably far more heartbroken at his brothers passing and far more traumatised due to being there when it happened. He was a far better friend than you deserved and it was these moments sat helping and sharing that you saw what Ben had seen. Klaus’s heart, his potential.

It took a long time but you began to move on, grow up. You had too, but nothing felt completely right again. You did what was expected of you, you went to school, attempted date set-ups. You smiled and laughed in all the right places all the while wondering why these people who claimed to love you could not see that you were drowning. Screaming out into a world that did not give a shit.

You and Klaus continued to be close friends, a friendship born from a desperate attempt to keep Ben close. You both however, came to care dearly for each other, and when you sat huddled in the dark neither had to pretend. You spoke of your emptiness, a feeling of disconnect with the rest of the world, as if you were an outsider watching a series of events. And when Klaus confessed his powers, what his dad did to him and the need of drugs to make it all go away, you sat and held him raging internally at the man who moved his children like pawns.

It was this bond that you shared that led to him calming you, grounding you when the dissonance you felt became too much, when you felt like a passenger in your own body. To you cleaning him up after a drug filled binge, desperately trying to help. But, you both knew the real reason neither of you reached out for help. A lack of motivation. What reason other than each other did you have to get better? Who would actually help, when others told you in your moment of grief that you needed to smile more and for god-sakes can't you just be happy? Or, Klaus, who actually managed to work up the courage to enter rehab only to be treated like just another body, no one actually showing him the tools to cope.

You were sat one night at your cluttered desk mindlessly reading sheet after sheet. Homework was a bitch. You'd think that the older you got the less you have but no, even as a PhD student you still had fuck tons. It was here, rereading yet again about Medieval Poets that you felt a tell tale breeze followed your window creaking open and a lithe figure clambered through.

Swirling on your chair, internally cheering at the distraction, you surveyed him and gave a small sigh of relief. He looked better than last time, when he was covered in blood smelling of sweat and grime muttering about Dave. Don't get me wrong he looked far from ok but you'd take what you could get. As the saying goes, slow and steady wins the race.

Dropping your pencil you asked, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Nervousness bloomed in the recess of your mind as he didn't give his usual snarky reply but instead perched himself on the end of your bed and stared at you rather seriously face  laden with guilt.

“Klaus,” you began tentatively, “what’s wrong?”

He took a steadying breath, hand clutching the bed. “My powers have err somewhat grown recently.”

Your mouth dropped open, this could either be very good or very bad. You knew how Klaus felt about his powers, the toll they took. “Ok?”

“The ghosts,” he started, “I can touch them, make them real.”

You squeal, “That’s brilliant.”

“Yeah,” he said, “Brilliant.”

You quirk a brow but he doesn't answer, his body goes taught, face one of extreme concentration and you gasp in surprise as a figure fades into existence.

You raise a hand to cover your mouth, eyes unable to take in what they were seeing. You became dimly aware that you had reached out a shaking hand, flinching as the figure took it before letting out a sob as he pressed it against his chest, breathing out a broken -

“Ben.”

He gives a sad smile and walked closer, slowly so as not to spook, never dropping your hand.

“Y/N.”

Tears poured down your face, how many times had you dreamt this? He was here, you could literally reach out and touch him. Your mind whirled, when something occurred to you.

“How, how long has Klaus been able to see you?”

“Since the day I died.”

You whip round betrayal evident in your expression. “And you didn't think to say anything?”

He doesn't answer but Ben does, he places his hand, oh god, on your shoulders drawing you back to him. “I asked him not to.”

“Why?”

“You were already struggling, it would have killed you. Killed me, to see you, not being able to talk to you, touch you, kiss you.”

“And now, cos from the sounds of it this” you say gesturing between the two of you “Isn't a permanent thing.”

He brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I guess for once I wanted to be selfish, I had to take this. I love you.”

You hiccup, “love you.”

H smirks, shrugging a shoulder, “I am pretty loveable.”

You let out wet sob, you've missed this and whack his chest.

“Yikes, violent woman.”

He reaches a hand to caress your face before leaning in to place a kiss to your lips. Just as his lips brush yours he fades and you stumble forwards landing on you knees. Tears runs down you face, as you let out a keening wail, fisting the carpet below.

Ben

Klaus gives a tired groan and slides off the bed to kneel beside your trembling form.

“I’m sorry, that's all I could do”

You stop him from apologising, none of this was his fault and give him a watery smile, he’d given you a great gift the least you could do was put him at ease. So pushing aside the numbness that was creeping alarmingly fast through you body you tell him -

“Thank you.”

His phone rings and he reluctantly leaves, throwing a paring glance your way. You follow him to the window, leaning out watching him sprint down the alley between your houses, eyes staring blankly ahead.

Goodbye Ben.

#ben hargreeves x reader #ben hargreeves imagine #ben hargreeves fanfiction #the umbrella academy fanfiction #The Umbrella Academy #umbrella academy fanfiction #Umbrella Academy #ben hargreeves #ben hargreeves drabble

[kinkandkreep]

Bless Me: Prologue

A/N: Y'all...holy fucking shit, God-diggity-dAMN THIS TOOK ABSOLUTELY FOREVER. And it’s not even that good. This just a lil’ taste y’all, it gets better and crazier I promise. I needed something to hold y’all over until I got everything else prepared. A LOT of prep has gone into making this the most immersive, cinematic experience I could feasibly create. I hope at least someone likes it *sweats profusely*. Anyway, enjoy!

Triggers/Warnings: Polyamory, extremely slight possessive themes

Word Count: 519 (As I said, dis jus’ a taste, be patient with me I beg)

Tag List: @btsenchanting

Links: Tae’s Playlist (This will be updated as the story continues.)

           Mystery Husbando’s Playlist (If you’re a particularly perceptive cookie you know who it is already ;)

Looking back, I’m not entirely sure I made all the right decisions.

Although, I am decidedly pleased with where I stand now. 

My situation is indeed unorthodox, I won’t deny.

But that matters little.

“I love you both so much…”

“We would be more than honored if you’d spend the rest of your life with us…”

“...Yes!”

Seeing the men I love standing at the altar, dapper as can be and with huge smiles adorning their faces...

Trust me, it wasn’t easy getting here.

“Taehyung, what the hell did you do?”

“You had better be careful, understand?”

“He’s your brother, your own flesh and blood Tae! How could you do this?!”

“She’s the best thing that ever happened to me! And I’ll kill you before I let you take her away.”

“Oh dear, you weren’t meant to find out like this...”

“I’m so sorry…”

The wedding is private. I was only allowed to invite my parents and twin, a few close family friends, and my bridesmaids. 

The rest of the boys act as groomsmen, Jimin and Kookie being particularly excited. They fidget eagerly in their slim-fitting designer suits, hardly concealing small squeals and giggles of joy.

Aww, my happy babies.

Adora is there, she smiles brightly and gives me a double thumbs-up as I pass.

PD-nim is present as well, posture slightly stiff, yet a genuine, if not slight, smile rests across his lips.

Maman and baba are both in tears, clutching one another tightly. My twin brother tries his best to suppress a displeased grimace. Upon seeing my pleadingly hopeful eyes however, his expression softens, and he nods solemnly. 

Taehyung wouldn't allow me to walk down the aisle with my father. He thought it strange at first, as was to be expected, but with some clever convincing, I assured him it was customary for this type of ceremony. Maman throws me a tiny wave. I’m afraid her cheeks will begin hurting if she continues to smile so wide.

Hailey, my ever faithful best friend, grins knowingly, wiggling her eyebrows at me suggestively. I scoff quietly, barely containing a sharp bark of amused laughter as I continue down the aisle. She mouths ‘I love you’ before re-assuming her previous position.

Finally, both my future husbands reach to take my hands. I take hold quickly, having passed my bouquet off to Hailey. 

The officiant gives me a reassuring nod, a small smile touching his face before he turns his attention to the Bible in his hands.

I’d insisted on a classic ceremony to start. We’d continue on to a more traditional Korean ceremony later. 

Standing between the loves of my life, I couldn’t completely squash the sudden feeling of insecurity that settled in my gut. The circumstances surrounding our coupling was indeed unusual, some might even say taboo. 

The cumbersome weight shifted, as did I. Taehyung quickly glanced at me, concern tipping the corners of his lips downward momentarily. 

Trying to keep my movements as minimal as possible, I reached to gently brush my fingers across his hand; a gesture offering comfort.

Having adequately quelled his worry, he grins sweetly at me, before looking back to the officiant, who begins his spiel. 

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the Holy union of  Legacy Kore, Kim Taehyung and…"

Left y’all on a cliffy, I soorryyyyyyyy. I’ll make up for it, I promise. :)

#Bless Me #yandere!bts #yandere bts #yandere #yandere!taehyung x oc #oc x yandere!taehyung #yandere!Taehyung #??? x oc #Prologue

[prettyyoungtragedy]

“It’s Complicated”

Anon request - Hey love! I don’t know if you’re requests are open but I was wondering if you could do a reader insert with either Bucky or Steve where the reader is just a normal person/ doesn’t know the avengers and is completely oblivious and always seems to find herself in trouble. (Like in the middle of Hydra business or alien business) and Steve/Bucky notices every time. At first they think she might be like a bad guy but soon realises they just have bad luck. I’m sorry if this sucks. Love your writing!

Summary: You lead the most normal life on planet earth, completely oblivious to the world of Avenging that rages around you until you are suddenly thrust into the Winter Soldier and an unexpected photo, and now you are the center of a plot that you don’t even want to be a part of.

A/N: (yay I wrote a Bucky fic lol) Kind of going off a request here. decided to make it a series! But yeah, this idea popped into my head and I’m fucking running with it I guess. I hope you guys like it, drop me some feedback, I love it! (ps I know I have a lot of fics in the air, I promise they will allll get completed!)

Characters: Avengers!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: None

Chapters - |Fucking Avengers|

Bright morning sunlight streams through the massive glass windows of the rather extravagantly large office. The air smells like lilies and lavender, and just a hit of something sterile. She walked into the office and sweeps her gaze across the pristine room, slightly pulling a face at how OCD the entire office looked. It reminded her of the Red Room, disdainfully so. Behind her, almost stumbling into her, is her clumsy, nervous compatriot. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes or rather The winter Soldier as he is more commonly known as in this decade.

She glances back at him, he is nervous and irritable, he hates social visits. Actually he hates going out in public in general when it’s not for the purpose of saving someone's ass. He looks devilishly handsome dressed in all black, with a baseball cap pulled low, which no matter how many times she said was not professional he refused to take off.

“James.” Natasha said softly, as he stumbled again, nearly knocking over a nearby vase. “Can you get your shit together.”

He throws her a look, and grumbles unintelligibly under his breath at her. “Just let me do all the talking okay?” She said to him, as her face transformed into a beautiful soft smile, it always amazed him how Natasha was able to shift her visage from cold and calculating into a meek, pretty woman, as if she couldn't cut a man’s jugular with one finger.

Behind the desk sat a wealthy looking gentleman, Will Crawford, who nervously swallowed when he saw the Black Widow and The Winter Soldier walk into his office. He knew what this was about but that didn’t make him any less nervous. He knew their reputations, and just the sheer size of the Winter Soldier and the scowl on his face made him sweat slightly.

“Mr Crawford.” Natasha said in a velvety voice, shaking his extended hand. The smile on her face was to put it simply, stunning.

“Ah Miss Romanoff, I am so glad you’re here.” Will Crawford said, trying to calm his nerves, his gaze flits to the Winter Soldier for a second then back to the stunning Natasha Romanoff.

“Thank you for calling us.” She said, “This is Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier.” she introduces Bucky.

“Mr Barnes.” Will shook his hand, again his gaze travelling across Bucky’s visage. He swallows as he takes it in. He is formidable, the man hasn’t even opened his mouth yet but Will feels the commanding respect that he exudes.

“So tell us why we were here, Will.” Natasha said, taking a seat in front of the desk. Bucky opts to stand near the massive glass windows. He hates this office, it’s too clean, too sterile, it reminds him of a lab in Siberia where he was experimented on and the sterile tang in the air irritated his senses. He leans against the wall, arms crossed as he takes in Will Crawford, he isn’t bad looking at all, he is handsome, tall built well. But there is obviously something off about him and Bucky immediately picks that up. He can’t place his finger on it yet, but he will eventually.

Will Crawford looks like the typical rich asshole, he even talks like one. Bucky mused, as he listened to him tell Natasha why he had called them here.

“It started a few weeks ago, at first we weren’t sure what it was, after all this intel is all Shields but then we realized it after datamining the files what the encryptions were.” Will said, handing Natasha a file, she takes it and looks over it for a moment then snaps it shut.

“How long have you been running codes to break these encryptions?” She asked,

“About four days, and now I am pretty sure this is Hydra’s doing but someone is leaking information on the entire operation. There are a lot of agents whose cover is going to be blown. Fury is going to kill me if he finds out, so please tell me you can help me?” Will said, looking between Bucky and Natasha.

Natasha looks at Bucky, he is leaning against the wall. With a thoughtful expression on his face, he still looked like he was going to murder someone though. “James?” She says,

Bucky sighs and pushes himself off the wall. He walks over and takes the file from her. “This is a fucking mess and now I have to clean it up right?” He said, dryly at Will.

“Uhh..” Was all Will Crawford could muster, and he looks at Natasha for help.

“We’ll fix this, but seriously Will, get your shit together.” Natasha said, standing up and smoothing down the front of her shirt.

Will nods and thanks them both profusely. Bucky doesn’t stop to listen to the ma’s annoying voice any longer. He stalks out of the office, Natasha falling into step beside him.

“You could be less menacing sometimes, you know.” Natasha said with a soft laugh as they walked through the office. Everyone around them throwing glances at them, they looked like they were here to fuck some shit up.

“I could, but I don’t want to” Bucky shrugged, he hid his smirk. He enjoyed people being afraid of him sometimes, it was funny.  Natasha shakes her head and scans the hallway they walk down, as always both of them on high alert, they couldn't help it they were  former assassins.

“Mother fucker!” You mumbled under your breath, trying to balance all the items you had in your hand as you stepped off the elevator. You were late, so so late but at this point you didn't care. You just needed to get to your office without being interrupted by anyone because the crap load of stuff you carried was about 0.2 seconds away from falling out of your hands.

You weren’t expecting it when you rounded the corner, but you narrowly missed bumping into a hulking figure that rounded the corner. The camera you carried slipped and you gasped as you watched it fall to the floor, a shiny metal hand suddenly grabbed it and you, startling you.

“Watch where you’re going asshole!” You exclaimed, as the strong arm steadied you and your many items.

There is a derisive snort that comes from the direction of the person who bumped into you, your gaze shifts and you looked up at the person, and you were met with a pair of fantastically blue amused eyes. He is handsome, face partly obscured by the ridiculous black baseball cap he wore. You are slightly taken aback by him for a moment before you recovered and scowled at him.

“Your camera Ma’am.” He says, handing it back to you. You snatch it from him and sling it over your shoulder once more. “Be careful.” he winks at you and then continues on his way with his stunning redheaded companion before you could answer.

You look at them as they step on the elevator for a moment, wondering why they looked familiar then shake your head. Brushing off your annoyance, you continued to your office, you had a shit ton to do today.

As you take a seat at your desk, the phone rings in your office and you sighed. One moment, that was all you wanted, one moment to get your bearings before everyone dumped their shit on you for the day.

“Hello?” You answered tiredly.

“Y/N! Where are you? You were supposed to meet Will fifteen minutes ago!” The voice on the other end of the line almost screeched at you.

“Fuck, Lara, I’m on my way, fuck!” You cursed and shot out of your chair, grabbing your laptop and camera bag as you did so. You practically ran through the office, into the elevator and nearly crashed through Will Crawford's office door.

“Oh look, it’s my least punctual photojournalist.” He sighed,

“Fuck sorry Will, I lost track of time.” You sighed and dropped into the chair in front of him, trying to catch you breath.

“You need to do more cardio.” He said raising an eyebrow at you.

“Can we just do this?” You replied, rolling your eyes at him and placing your laptop on the ridiculous glass desk he sat behind.

Will Crawford, probably your oldest and only friend. He had started his own company, funded by a private benefactor and poached you for your journalistic skills but mostly because no one he knew could work a camera like you did.

“What do you have for the week?” He asked,

“So I have to go to that senate dinner hosted by Senator Stern, there’s a story there that Lara is working on. I’m going as press I guess.” You said, swiping through your calendar for him to see. “Tomorrow I have that Stark relief foundation event, and there’s various other places I am shooting for the cover.”

“Who is on the cover?” Will asked.

“Tony Stark.” You sighed, that was going to be a draining shoot. You had never met the eccentric billionaire before but from the extravagant parties he hosted and the dramatic scenes me made in his Iron Man suit you could only imagine what he was like in person.

“Right,” Will cleared his throat, “Leave the photos you have on my desk, and we can go over the rest of the itinerary later. For now, I might have something that will interest you.” he gave you a smirk.

You looked up at him, curiously. “What is it?”

“I met the Black Widow and the Winter Soldier, this morning.” Will said.

“What, why?” You asked baffled, of course you knew who they were, you had bumped into them a few minutes ago near the elevator. everyone in New York knew who they were. They called themselves the Avengers, a stupid name really. The various news articles about them, were never really good or if they were they were all centered around S.H.I.E.L.D’s golden boy Captain America. You always turned down assignments involving them, they tended to work on your nerves with all their heroics and good graces.

“I’ll tell you later, it’s complicated. But man, you should see the Winter Soldier, he would photograph so good on the cover of the magazine.” Will said.

“No.” You immediately replied.

“I haven’t finished yet.” Will sighed.

“No, I know where this is going and no.” You shook your head vehemently.

“One photo, that’s it.” Will tried to bargain.

“No!” You exclaimed,

“As your friend I am understanding your journalistic integrity but as you boss I am going to have to insist.” Will said, leaning back in his chair.

“Well as you employee I politely decline and as you friend I am telling you to go fuck yourself.” You retorted, picking up your laptop and camera, getting ready to leave.

“Just think it over.” Will said, grinning at you. He knew you could never say no to him, and you would eventually give in. You sighed deeply and flipped him off before walking out of his office and back to yours.

Bucky pulls open the corked bottle of Asgardian liquor with his teeth, and takes a seriously long drink from it. He savors the sharp tangy taste of the alcohol, It’s the only thing around this shitty tower that will give him a buzz, a long day of tedious tasks he finally has a moment himself. He sets the bottle down in front of him, and a crystal glass and leans his arms against the counter, gazing down at the open file on the tablet screen before him.

He scrolls through the various bits of information he is required to memorize for this task. It’s a menial task to him, given to them by Will Crawford. Find the mole in his little company who is contracted to be Shield’s data center. Clearly his security isn’t as great as he advertised to the team because how the hell does he have a leak.

Bucky sighed and picked up the bottle again, taking another sip. The darkness of the tower was exactly what he needed, it was well past midnight and everyone had either gone home or to sleep.

He is making notes as he reads through the information provided, its a menial task but it helps settle his mind. The liquor helps that too as he feels a slight buzz from it, once he is done making notes he reads through it. Again and again, seeing if he can pick up any clues on where to start.

These files are all S.H.I.E.L.D.s, data dating back from when he was back in the army, the files being investigated were those of Steve’s way back in the forties and his as well. There were a few files of Natasha’s, and various other agents. He was trying to pick up the connection.

He absentmindedly rubs his chin as he furrows his brow at the information before him. What is he missing. Bucky starts at the beginning of the files again and pours himself another drink. Swallowing another mouthful of the liquor, he sighs and pushes himself off the counter. He isn’t going to get anything done, he had other things on his mind.

7:28 - Wednesday

You tiredly rubbed your eyes with the palm of you hand, groaning when you realized you were wearing mascara and probably looked like a raccoon now. You glance up at the clock and immediately jump to you feet. You were late, again.

Pulling on your sneakers as fast  as you can, grabbing various items off the counter, keys, laptop, camera, flash drives and stuffing them all into your back pack. You stumbled across the hallway almost dropping your five thousand dollar camera and yanked open the front door to your apartment, rushing out and forgetting to lock it behind you.

You blow past your neighbor, as you always do. All he ever catches a glimpse of it your figure hustling passed him without so much as a second glance. As soon as your sneakers hit the sidewalk, you are running again, weaving through the crowds of morning commuters, all going to work.

Your phone starts buzzing in your pocket and you slow down to fish it out, answering it quickly. “Hello?” you said slightly breathlessly into the receiver.

“Morning Miss Y/L/N, I have Will Crawford on the line for you.” it was his assistant. You sighed, Will could just call you himself you had no idea why he always made his secretary call  you. But then your mind wanders to his secretary and how she looked like she’d walked out of a magazine cover and it made sense to you.

“Hi Will.” You sighed,

“Morning Sunshine, listen I know you have a busy day but I have a quick proposition for you.’ He said, way too cheerfully for this hour of the morning.

“Will, if this has something to do with that Winter Soldier guy, I am not fucking interested.” You said.

“Hear me out.” Will chided.

“Later, now I have to go collect footage from the New-York Historical Society for that Stark event, that YOU assigned me too. Goodbye Will.” You didn’t wait for him to finish, before you hung up. Continuing your urgent dash down the street, till you hit the subway.

A quick subway ride later, you stepped off the platform and back out onto the streets of Manhattan. It was a sunny day out, the air is warm yet the breeze is cool. You adjust your sunglasses on your face  and pull your NY Knicks baseball cap on and begin your walk to the New York Historical Society building. As you walk through the streets, you pull out your camera and snap random pictures. It was one of your favorite past times, snapping candid pictures.

Focusing the lens up at the massive gleaming tower on Park Avenue, you pause for a moment and look up at it. The massive A on the front of it gave it away instantly, the stark tower or rather the Avengers headquarters now.

It was a beautiful building, you marvelled at the reflective glass, the insane jet hangar, and the massive blue A, raising your camera to it again, you snapped a few photos of it from different angles and with different settings. Before you continued your trip to your desired destination.

A few feet away, unbeknownst to you, Bucky stood with a frown on his face, leaning against the wall, blackout sunglasses on, baseball cap pulled low. He watches you lift your camera and take pictures of the tower, he knows there are fans of the Avengers, Steve and Sam dealt with them all the time but you seemed different. It looked too calculated and professional to just be a fan, plus the camera you held was an expensive looking piece of equipment.

Making a mental note of it, Bucky notes your movements as you walk away. He watches the way you walk, the way you nod your head to the music in your headphones, each movement of you lifting your camera up to take another photo. He can’t see your face properly beneath the glasses and baseball cap but he makes a note of you.

Bucky pushes himself off the wall when he sees Steve approaching, his friend mirrored his visage. Sunglasses, baseball cap, only dressed in a lot less black than Bucky was. Steve wordlessly hands him a coffee and the two of them begin their walk back to the tower.

The scent of a library was truly one of the smells that always raised your spirits. No matter what was going on in your life, being inside a library always was a great way to ease your mind and forget your problems.

You stepped into the New York Historical Society library, and are immediately greeted by the warm smell of coffee and books. Slinging your camera around your neck you make your way to the front desk, making a mental note to get a cup of coffee before you left.

“Hi.” The cheerful librarian with the name tag of Ari, greeted you when she saw you approach. “How can I be of assistance?”

“Hi Ari” You smiled at her, “I am here to pick up some archived footage for the Stark Relief Foundation Event?” You said.

She paused for a moment hesitating, her smile faltering. “I can show you my ID if you need?” You added, reaching into your bag and pulling out your press ID. The girl visibly relaxed when she sees your identification, and she smiles again.

“Sure, you can have a seat, I’ll go and get the curator for you.” She said gesturing to the many library tables.

“Thanks.” You said, and watched her scurry away.

While she went off to find the man in charge, you browsed through the shelves. Picking random titles and flipping through them, reading a few sentences here and there. You look around the library, the warm glow of the morning sun is cast through the entire room, the massive bookshelves shadowing it in various places. You could see the dust motes swirl in the air, and the people around you all engrossed in some book or the other.

A group of college students, pouring over their textbooks. A elderly man reading a newspaper, a young couple, holding hands each reading a novel of their choice, children quietly colouring. You look over all of them and pull out your camera, it’s such a picture perfect moment.

A few moments later, the librarian appeared with an elderly gentleman who introduced himself as Carlton, he led you through the library to the archives, where you waited a few minutes as he got the footage you were looking for.

“Here you go.” He said, handing you the brown cardboard box.

“Thank you.” You said to him, taking the box from him and saying goodbye before you walked out of the library with your new items. You looked down and read the label on the box.

Captain America and the Howling Commandos - 1943-1945

You had no idea what the footage was but it was requested by one of the members of the Stark relief foundation and Will being one of the board members of the New York Historical Society, was able to get it and get you the project.

Making your way through Midtown Manhattan with your now valuable items, you paused as walked passed a bakery, you couldn't resist the freshly baked croissants and various other items. Having a quick internal debate with yourself, you glanced at your watch and then quickly ordered a coffee.

As you’re making your way across the street, there is a sudden shout and two men blow passed you, clearly on the run from something and almost knocking you over. You yelped and dropped your coffee, instead opting to save the box in your hand and your camera.

“Coming  through!” A voice called out, suddenly there are two rather large men barreling towards you and you freeze up. They’re going to hit you, you recognize them. Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes are sprinting down the sidewalk, Sam easily side steps you giving you a quick smile as he does. “Avengers business.” He says as he blows passed you.

But your luck runs out as you try to dodge the Winter Soldier, he accidentally shoulders you and the force with which he hits you sends you flat on your ass. You dropped your box and your camera on to the concrete and your heart drops.

“Fuck, sorry!” He skids to a halt, and immediately gathers up your items. He gives you a look, and then hauls you to your feet.

“What the fuck man!” You exclaimed angrily, shoving his hands off you.

“Sorry Ma’am, Avengers business!” He said hurriedly shoving the box and your camera into your hands, and started after Falcon, but Bucky jogs backwards, nimbly dodging people, he gives you one last smile and a wink and then turns around and sprints after his companion.

“Fucking Avengers.” You grumbled under your breath as brushed the dirt off your pants and pulled your baseball cap on properly. Adjusting the box in your hand, you flip your camera over a few times to make sure it’s okay and almost wailed with sorrow when you see the lens is cracked.

“No no no no no!” You exclaimed angrily, passersby staring at you like you were crazy as you stomped your feet angrily on the concrete. The fucking Avengers would be getting the bill for your new camera, considering this one costed as much as your rent for 6 months.

With angry determination, you stormed off in the direction of the Avengers tower.

Bucky and Sam walked back into the tower, after chasing the recruits half way across the city. It was always fun to make the young bastards run until their lungs gave up. Bucky did feel bad for almost running you over.

Seeing you twice in one day did seem a little coincidental though. He made a mental note to find out your name at some point and who you were. But that was a problem for later.

He walks up the stairs and sees one of the interns nervously scurrying towards him, she has a scared look on her face. “Uh, uh Mr Barnes.” She stutters.

“What?” Bucky snaps, he could have been nicer but he knew he was an ass, and he had a reputation to keep up.

“Uh- T-this was left for you by reception.” She hands Bucky the box and he frowns.

“By who?” Bucky asked, taking the package from the intern, the contents rattle slightly.

“I don’t know, some woman.” She said.

Bucky frowned at her, “So you’re telling me you accepted a package from a total stranger and are now walking it through the Avengers tower?” He said, his voice clipped and annoyed.

“I ah...I’m so sorry, I-I-I.” She stuttered over her words more until Sam came to her rescue,

“You’re dismissed, go find Captain Rogers and tell him we’re back.” Sam said, giving her a quick smile, then he turns to Bucky with a frown. “You could be nicer man.” He punches Bucky on the shoulder.

“No.” Was all Bucky said before he strode off with the package tucked under his arm. Walking into the kitchen he places it on the counter before opening the box. Inside was an expensive looking camera, it was cracked and a little dented and there was a note attached to it.

‘To Sergeant Winter Soldier Barnes. Or whatever the fuck they call you.

You owe me a camera, thanks for breaking mine fucker. I will expect it to be delivered to the offices of Will Crawford by tomorrow. Xxx Girl whose camera you broke today on the street.

PS: You fucking suck at your job.’

Bucky reads the note once, twice and then sets it down, he can’t help the low chuckle that escapes his lips. Whoever she was, she was brave enough to take on the Winter Soldier, or even leave a message like that for him. And he couldn’t help but become entirely curiouser and curiouser about her.

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A View to a Kill (13)

A View to a Kill Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1039

Warnings: Angst. Bad smut. NSFW gifs.

Summary: Going on undercover missions was easy. Going on an undercover mission with a man you’ve never spoken to once before because he hates you is another.

A/N: People still know what cassette players are right? It’s a stupid question I know but I was talking to someone the same age as me a day ago and they’ve never seen on in their lives. Is it a third world country thing? Anyway, enjoy reading this peeps. And again in my defense, they both had time to think about their feelings and some are more intense so you know, smut called for it. Also, I struggled with this chapter. Like really struggled.

Your eyes shoot open, the sudden thrashing and desperate pleas clues to what was happening. You try to turn around but Bucky’s hold on your body is tight, almost as if you’re the only thing keeping him from doing something rash.

“Bucky- Bucky you gotta wake up.” You try to to wake up him slowly, but whatever he’s seeing in his nightmares, it’s got a grip on him and you can’t help but feel your heart drop because of what he’s going through.

“Sweety please...come back to me. Come back to me James. Listen to my voice.” His body tenses before it stops jolting but his eyes are still shut, sweat rolling off his temples and hands still wrapped around you and keeping you close. “James focus on my voice. I’m here. You’re safe love. I’m here.”

“Bucky I- I love you. I love you so much. You’re strong and brave and I’m never leaving you again. Come back to me.” You rub at his cheeks, kissing his jaw and neck before you pull away and see him staring right at you.

Bucky somehow manages to step away from his nightmares, the distant sound of someone calling him taking over his mind and before he knows it, his eyes are open, looking at the ceiling and blinking rapidly before he sees you sitting up and looking into his eyes.

“You-” He’s practically gasping for air, throat incredibly dry before he replays what you said over and over again like a broken cassette player.

“You..you love me?” The question took you by surprise, not because you regretted telling him, but because of his tone. Bucky genuinely thought he didn’t deserve anyone’s kindness, or friendship, let alone love, so to hear you say that more than once, he just knew you were his redemption.

“I love you James.” You repeated those three words with every kiss to his face, noticing the way he was sighing every time he felt your lips against his eyes and nose and cheeks and jaws.

It was overwhelming.

“You love me.” He whispered, finally opening his eyes and looking into yours. “You love me.” Sitting up slowly, he gripped your neck and lowered his head, smiling when you moaned into the kiss. “You love me.” Bucky pushed on your thighs, settling between your legs and needing to touch you everywhere. You shivered when you felt his hands roam your skin, grabbing and squeezing your legs before pulling them towards him.

You could feel him harden against you, the way his hips were moving making you wish he could get just a little rougher.

“James..” You purred his name when he started giving attention to your neck, his beard scratching and burning and driving you mad because you just wanted more.

But then he pulled away when he felt you sink your nails into his shoulders.

“Wait-”

“I..I can’t.”

“Why?” You made sure he wasn’t going anywhere, gripping him tightly to keep him closer to you.

“I’m takin advantage doll I don’t wanna make you think th-” He was struggling to find words, afraid this was all just a dream and he’d wake up and you weren’t there.

“Please...please.” You cut him off, hating how desperate you sounded but somewhere deep down, you knew both of you needed this. Now.

And that was all the push he needed, aggressively pulling on your clothes until you were bare beneath him, taking a step back and looking at you. With the way he was gazing at your skin, you felt shy, wanting to cover yourself but realizing he was truly mesmerized by you.

“Beautiful.”

“Buck...need you. Just- please...please.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, lowering his boxers and kicking them off before stroking his cock slowly. You looked down and moaned when you saw him harden the more he touched himself, spitting on your hands and pushing his hands away before pumping him. He was close to losing it already, mirroring your action and flicking your clit over and over, feeling your juices wetting his palms.

“You ready for me doll?” His voice came out low, smirking when you couldn’t give him a vocal reply, nodding profusely before pulling him closer to you. You arched your back as he pushed into you, letting out a long, almost pornographic moan when he pull out out slowly before thrusting back in. As soon as he pulled your knees up and wrapped his arm beneath them, you were done for.

Bucky took his time, wanting to memorize every single expression you made as he pleasured you. You were pulling on his hair, feeling him drag against your most sensitive parts and praying his name.

Bucky didn’t want to look away, not when he had pinned beneath him and showing a completely different side of you that you’ve never shown to anyone before. He felt special and it made him harder knowing that you were his now, that you were seeing him the same way he saw you.

“Fuck... Y/N you’re so good to me. ‘M sorry...shit ahhh gah fuck fuck ‘m so sorry.” He nuzzled into your neck, hoping you felt how truly apologetic he was. “Let go James..oh god nghh I’m- I love you Bucky...come for me. Wanna feel you come undone baby please..”

From you wrecked voice to how tight and hot you felt clenching around him, Bucky came with a cry, his hands letting go of your knees and rubbing harshly at your clit. Your senses were heightened all of a sudden, shivering when you felt his warm cum seep out of your pussy and down your thighs, his thumb throwing you over the edge and making him grasp onto his hands.

It took the two of you a while to come down from your highs, smiling when Bucky kept whispering ‘I love you’ while kissing.

Bucky laid down and wrapped you in his arms, pulling you flush to his chest until you rested your head near his neck, feeling his heart beating and putting you to rest. You fell asleep with his fingers drawing circles around your shoulders, refusing to let go of you until the morning.

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So was it a good dream or a bad dream?

Pairing: Sam winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester Platonic! x reader, Castiel Platonic! Reader

Warning: Badly written mild smut (it’s my first time writing it), awkwardness, complete embarrassment, Dean being an instigator, swearing 

Summary: You have a very vivid dream that seems all too real. Castiel who is all innocent in all this is worried about you and your health, while Dean jumps on the opportunity to embarrass you.

  A long sigh escaped your lips as you impatiently waited for Sam to get out of the shower, you still had blood on you from the last hunt and you wanted to get it off as quickly as possible. “Sam please hurry up, my shower in my room isn’t working!” You shouted towards the closed bathroom door, a mumbled okay could be heard as the shower was turned off. Another sigh escaped your lips, but this one was a sigh of relief as you got up and moved to stand beside the door intending to go straight into the bathroom after Sam. 

Sam exited the bathroom a few mere seconds after, in nothing but a towel around his hips and another towel around his shoulders. One of Sam’s large hands was scrunched around the towel upon his shoulder as he dried his dripping wet brown hair. You bit down on your lip as you looked at the youngest Winchester brother, droplets of water were still clinging to his beautiful body. “Like what you see?” Sam smiled at you, his voice sarcastic as he walked towards his bed. “You wish..” You called over your shoulder as you closed to the bathroom door pressing your back to the door trying to recover from what you had just seen. You were flustered. “(Y/N) Just going to the cafe! See you there in 10?” You heard Sam call out as you stripped your clothes off and started the shower.

 It took you at least twenty minutes to scrub all the dirt, blood and sweat from every single part of your body including your finger nails. It annoyed you that every time you went out on a hunt it always took this long to shower because of all the grime you collected after roughing around with the big bad monsters of the night. You quickly shaved and washed your hair before you quickly got out of the shower remembering that Sam said he would meet you at the cafe some time ago. “Shit.” You muttered as you quickly wrapped a towel around your body yanking the door open as you ran a brush through your (h/l) (h/c). Luckily for you, you were prepared and brought the clothes that you wanted to wear with you. 

 With your back to the door you dropped your towel and started to put on your clothing, starting with your panties and bra. “Heya (y/n) I thought you were-” You froze on the spot at the sounds of Sam’s voice behind you. You slowly turned your head towards Sam, both of you blushing profusely. Sam tried to respect your privacy but he couldn’t help but let his eyes wonder over your whole body, taking in your curves, your thighs, everything. 

You watched as Sam forcibly swallowed and took in a deep breath before he tore his eyes away from your body to look into your (e/c) eyes. “Um.. Well this is awkward..” You couldn’t help but laugh at your statement, Sam however didn’t laugh he still looked at you with nothing but appreciation and lust within his hazel eyes.

“You’re so beautiful (y/n).” Sam murmured, now slowly moving towards you. You felt your eyes widen at his actions slowly backing into the bed almost falling over, but Sam’s large hands gripped your forearms pulling you towards him. You let your eyes travel up to Sam’s face as he looked down towards you, his eyes were so much more darker than what you were used to seeing but you weren’t scared, it made you excited and happy that you had this affect on him and you didn’t even have to try. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Sam mumbled into your ear, his hot breath travelling down you neck as he gently pushed your hair aside. He lightly kissed your skin sending shivers all up your body. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back allowing Sam to have more access to your neck. You had your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers gripping his hair as he started to kiss you feverishly from your neck down to your collarbone. “Sam what if Dean comes back?” You whispered through deep breaths, You felt Sam shake his head as he continued to kiss your neck now travelling up towards your lips. “Don’t worry about Dean.” Sam mumbled between placing a kiss on your lips.

 The kiss between you and Sam started out gentle, but it soon turned heated with Sam initiating more. Sam’s tongue explored your mouth eagerly as he slowly lowered you down on the bed pinning your hands above your head. A small moan erupted within your throat as Sam’s large hands traveled your body igniting a fire across your skin that you have never felt with anyone except Sam. Your breath become more ragged as Sam bit your lip. Your grip tightened around Sam’s neck pulling him closer to you, your bodies now flush against each other. “Take off your shirt.” You suggested as you slipped a hand under Sam’s shirt, Sam complied and sat up pulling his plaid shirt above his head. You watched with wide eyes the way his muscles tensed with the action, and as soon as he threw down the shirt you reached up and attached your lips to his again pulling him down with you. Sam was propping himself up on his arms, his hands either side of your head as he hungrily kissed you. You were growing impatient with the speed in which this was going so you brought your hands to sit at the hem of Sam’s jeans, tugging at them lightly. Sam broke away from you again looking at you with a surprised expression, you giggled up at him as you moved further into the middle of the bed giving Sam the chance to remove his jeans which he did without question. Your bra had been shed soon after, Sam made sure every inch of your body had been kissed, often nipping or sucking on your skin which made you go crazy. You found yourself gripping at the sheets or moaning lightly which made Sam all the more exited. “Oh my fucking god Sam, if you go any slower..” You growled as he kissed just above the hem of your underwear. “Please, Please just please me.” You begged. “Please you? I don’t think your begging me enough.” Sam smiled seductively at you from between your legs, letting his teeth tug at your underwear. “Sam, Please. Just give me more I need more.” At an agonizingly slow pace, Sam pulled your underwear down your legs, his long hair tickling your legs. “You ready baby?” Sam questioned you as his mouth hovered over where you wanted him the most. “Yes” You all but moaned gripping onto the sheets..

 “(Y/N)!! Wake up!” A strong pair of hands were shaking you awake, your eyes immediately shot open to see Castiel hovering above you, who weirdly looked like he was worried for your life. “What Cas?” You mumbled sitting up and brushing your hair out of your face. “Are you sick? Where you having a nightmare?” You furrowed your eyes brows as you looked into Castiel’s eyes, he was nothing but serious. “Someone say nightmares?” You heard Dean chime in. “Ugh Cas woke me up because he thought I was having a night mare.”

“Well were you?” Dean questioned.

 “Well no I wasn’t, at least I don’t think so..” Castiel leaned his head towards the side, a habit he had formed when he didn’t quite understand something.

“But you were sweating and muttering and it sounded like you were groaning in pain, I could tell you were in pain when you were pulling at the sheets.” Your eyes widened in realization and a blush spread across your face, Dean noticed your reaction and a smirk spread across his face.

“What else happened Cas?” Dean questioned.

“Well she kept saying Sam, and then she was just talking about stuff that didn’t make sense. Like what if Dean comes back? And I need more..” Castiel informed Dean, as you groaned and let your head fall into your hands.

“So she was talking to Sam?” Dean prodded further, and Castiel only nodded.

“Who was talking to me?” Sam said as he walked into the motel, completely oblivious to the conversation. Your head shot up and looked over towards Dean, silently begging him not to say anything.

“Well (Y/N) was it a good dream or a bad dream.”

“DEAN!” You screamed getting up to smack him across the head, earning Dean’s usual triumphant laugh.

“What are you talking about?” an aggravated Sam questioned looking between you, Dean and Castiel. Dean only smirked at you as he walked over towards his brother pulling him into a loose embrace and bringing Sam’s ear towards his lips before he whispered something in Sam’s ear which caused Sam’s eyes to widen and for his face to resemble a tomato. Sam bit down on his lip as he looked at you, you could only blush and then make your way towards the bathroom to try and calm yourself down. “I will Kill you Dean, better yet consider this war.” You called over your shoulder as you slammed the bathroom door shut. You heard Dean laughing loudly and you made an oath to yourself right there that you would kill him for telling Sam about your dream.

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IWAOI MOB AU Chapter 4

(I realized I never posted this because I’m the worst)

A King of A Different Kind: Mature (rating will go up)

Description: Iwaoi Mafia Au. Based off the Italian Mob structure not Yakuza. Iwa is the mob bosses son and he has some explaning to do. After being Oikawa’s childhood best friend and keeping his family’s buisness a secret Oikawa discovers the truth shortly after their college graduation. Oikawa decides an insane life with Iwaizumi is better than one without him and must now face the challenges of his life being turned completely upside as he dives head first into the world of criminals. 

Sample Chapter 4 Below:

“So you’re just never going to tell him?”

“No Kuroo I’m not.”

“And you’re just going to die alone.”

“Yep.”

Kuroo howled from the backseat and pulled a joint out of his suit pocket,

“What are you doing?”

“Oh Christ Iwa are you my parole officer?”

“Yeah I fucking am. You know you aren’t supposed to use anything it could set you back-“

“Dude chill, its one joint!”

“Marjuana is gateway drug,” Bokuto starred at him with a serious expression.

“Fuck okay god!” Kuroo rolled his window down and threw the joint to the wind, “If either of you tells the Boss about this your dead. Especially you daddy’s little girl.”

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and found himself speeding up as he drove down the long forest road. He normally enjoyed traveling for jobs, and under a normal circumstance being surrounded by nothing but forest and his best friends would have made him ecstatic.

But too much had changed in the past four years of college.

Bokuto had a boyfriend that was also probably one of the scariest mercenaries he had ever known.

Kuroo was sober. Or trying to be. God was he using again? Fuck.

And Iwaizumi and Oikawa were seeing each other.

But not dating.

It was complicated.

“You’re already at the sex part so why would he say no to a relationship?”

“Some people enjoy casual sex,” Kuroo sighed as he unbuckled his seat belt and spread out on the back seats.

“Yeah but…I don’t know I would not want to have casual sex with Iwa,” Bokuto frowned looking out the dashboard window.

A few seconds passed in silence because Kuroo erupted into screaming laughter. “HOLY SHIT BO! SAY IT RIGHT TO HIS FACE!”

“Yeah Jesus Bokuto,” Iwaizumi couldn’t help but chuckle at Kuroo’s intense howl from the backseat, “You don’t have to worry about it man I’ll stay way over here.”

Bokuto tried to hold his frown but it was nearly impossible when Kuroo got laughing the way he was now,

“That’s not what I meant! I just meant-“

“WAIT I’M SORRY NO!” Kuroo chocked out from the backseat. He was gripping his stomach and tears were streaming down his eyes, “GIVE ME A MINUTE!”

A minute turned into four hours of Kuroo snickering through the entire deal—which almost got them shot.

And then giggling through the secondary deal—which DID get them shot at.

In fact, it wasn’t until the sixth hour and they were about two blocks from Iwaizumi’s apartment that Kuroo was ready to finish the conversation.

“Can we get some pizza I’m DYING,” Kuroo groaned from the back seat.

“If you put your clothes back on we can consider it,” Iwaizumi grunted as he quickly changed lanes to head towards their favorite pizza place.

Kuroo groaned but found his black t-shirt and a pair of black sweat pants that definitely did not belong to him, but would work.

“I just wore those to the gym and they are not clean.”

“What the fuck ever,”

“I have Febreeze!” Bokuto practically leaped out of his seat and pulled a small travel spray of Febreeze out before presenting it to Kuroo.

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at the bottle that Bokuto had miraculously pulled out of his pocket as if it were the key to the universe.

“Dude,” Kuroo whispered,

“Why do you have that?” Iwaizumi asked quietly as he slowed to a stop outside the pizza parlor.

“Because Akaashi always wants to go out for dinner after work so I used to give him my clothes from the car but then he said those smell because most of the time they are dirty but don’t tell him that so I just started carrying Febreeze because then he doesn’t have an excuse and I get to see him in my clothing like 24/7.”

Iwaizumi and Kuroo starred at him in awe for a solid three minutes and Bokuto began to shuffle under their glances.

“Is that weird?” Bokuto asked.

“Extremely,”

“Oh yeah,”

“But genius,”

“INVENTIVE!”

They both clapped him on the back and Kuroo sprayed himself down with Febreeze.

And then Iwaizumi

And then Bokuto.

In fact they had invented and completed a full Febreeze ceremony which involved chanting, spraying, and carrying Bokuto into the pizza place over their heads with ceremonious grunting.

They sat at their usual table in the back and before long three pizzas were presented to them. They thanked their waiter, the owner, profusely and began diving in.

“Hey Bo,” Kuroo asked before shoveling two stacked slices in his mouth, “why won’t you have casual sex with Iwa?”

Bokuto and Iwaizumi chocked and before long Kuroo was laying across the booth holding his stomach tears streaming down his eyes.

“I’m going to explain!” Bokuto laughed,

“Please do!” Iwaizumi grunted taking a long sip of his orange soda.

“You being the son of a mob boss,” he whispered intensely which cause Kuroo and Iwaizumi to only laugh harder, “Stop Stop! I’m serious! If I knew that, I wouldn’t want anything casual! Too much risk! It’s all or nothing!”

Kuroo took a deep breath, regaining composure, “Yeah well Oikawa does not have that issue.”

Bokuto arched an eyebrow at him, “Whatcha mean?”

“He doesn’t know.”

Bokuto gaped at Kuroo and then at Iwaizumi,

“Shut up Bokuto it’s not like you can just say that to someone!”

“Especially when you’ve been lying about it for what fifteen years now?” Kuroo hummed into his next slice,

“Not by choice Kuroo.”

“Iwa that is so fucked up! First day out the gate Akaashi knew I was in the business!”

“That’s because you met him on a job dipshit!”  Iwaizumi grumbled and stood up, “Would you really have told him if he was a stranger? Would you really bring him into this?”

Kuroo and Bokuto stared at him in silence,

“Yes.” Bokuto said after a heated thirty seconds, “I love him, and you love Oikawa, and at the end of the day that love trumps all of this…I would walk away in a second for Akaashi, and so would Kuroo-“

“Yeah well I can’t do that! I’m his fucking son where am I going to go! Even if I left they would all find me. Kill me. Kill him! Where the fuck do I go if he doesn’t want this!” Iwaizumi growled throwing his chair into the table, “Find your own way home.”

. _ _ _ _ _

“If this is going to work I need you to be completely honest with me.”

That was the first thing Oikawa had said when he knocked on Iwaizumi’s apartment door.

And that was why they were doing this—well not literally this, Iwaizumi thought pulling on a pair of dark wash jeans, but why they were getting dressed and going to his father’s house.

His real, genuine, gigantic, remote, house.

Iwaizumi ran a nervous hand through his short hair.

“Is it that bad?” Oikawa asked with a smile from the other side of the room. He was wearing light jeans and a tucked in white button down. The contrast between his practically glowing figure and the black duvet cover made Iwaizumi think of a painting. Oikawa was breathtaking, remarkable. He inhaled sharply and sat on the other side of the bed. He heard Oikawa shift and smiled at the feeling of his long fingers slowly massaging his bare shoulders,

“It’s not you I’m worried about,”

The press of Oikawa’s tone frame pressed against his back was devastatingly distracting,

“Who are you worried about?” Oikawa whispered into his ear causing Iwaizumi to arch his eyebrow.

“What are you up to?”

He could feel Oikawa’s smirk burning into the back of his head as Oikawa placed a soft kiss on his ear lobe,

“What ever do you mean?”

“Ms. Robinson I think you’re trying to seduce me,” Iwaizumi smiled allowing Tooru to plant trailing kisses down his neck and onto his shoulders,

“No, I’m just trying to relax you,” Oikawa whispered in between kisses,

Iwaizumi laughed loudly, “You’re insatiable.”

“Maybe~” Oikawa lightly grabbed Iwaizumi’s chin turning his face to place a firm kiss on his lips. He pulled away slightly before returning. Iwaizumi’s smile making the kiss mostly Oikawa kissing and Iwaizumi giggling, “You’re not kissing me,” Oikawa sang teasingly,

“I’m just trying to relax you,” Iwaizumi laughed as Oikawa swatted at his shoulder playfully,

“Rude Iwa-chan!”

Oikawa’s complaint was cut off as Iwaizumi skillfully stood and tackled Oikawa backwards onto the king size.

Oikawa laughed as he peppered light kisses across Oikawa’s face, holding him steadily between his two hands.

“You’re so playful today Iwa!”Oikawa laughed causing Iwaizumi to freeze, shifting back so his weight was placed on his knees which were placed on either side of Oikawa’s hips.

“I’m happy.” He sighed heavily and lazily traced his hand across Oikawa’s shirt “I’m just really happy that you came back.”

Oikawa’s face scrunched, “I didn’t come back,” Iwaizumi looked back at him, his face looked desperate like Oikawa was holding his life in his hands. Oikawa sat up kissing Iwaizumi softly in one fluid motion, “I never left,” his fingers trailed down Iwaizumi’s bare chest slowly causing Iwaizumi to suck in a deep breath, “but I do think I made the right decision.” His fingers stopped above the button of Iwaizumi’s jeans causing the other man to grind into the touch subconsciously.

“You’re not worried?” Iwaizumi asked as he leaned forward to begin kissing and sucking on the exposed portion of Oikawa’s neck. His favorite.

“N-no. I know I’m safe with you.” Oikawa slid his hand slowly back up Iwaizumi’s chest, “And the dangerous aspect is a little sexy if I’m honest.”

Oikawa quickly dropped his hands down to pop open is lover’s jean button, but Iwaizumi swatted his hands away,

“We are going to be late.”

Oikawa frowned, “We can be quick.”

Iwaizumi arched his eyebrow at Oikawa but placed his hands back,

“Five minutes,” He mumbled into Oikawa’s neck.

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