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ivyuns · 4 years

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landing in my heart: paragliding

han jisung

genre: angst

word count: 2.1k

warnings: location spots are in north and south korea, language, mentions of mines, weapons, death, cliffhanger, if i missed anything plz lmk :)

A/N: first part of landing in my heart series! changsik is y/n’s helper for la vie en rose

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“tomorrow, the story about you and actor sangu will be posted”

“itll say how you two were just pranking fans that you two are together. as you see, the picture just shows that you were just holding his wrist. plus your face is blurred so there shouldnt be a problem” changsik says.

you turn off your phone and start paying attention to changsik. “okay but can we do something about the blur effect?” you asked. “oh, do you want me to ask them to blur your face more?” “no, its just that they put the effect on my earrings. you know those earrings are rare to get in the collection”

everyone in the meeting takes a big sigh. “ah, purchasing manager. what are you going to do?” you asked as he slams his note taking book close. “pardon?” “the earrings, purse, shoes. you need to make sure theyre in stock at all times” nodding his head, he goes to restock the items you told him to.

exiting your office, everyone talks about you. “is that her?” “she looks ugly in person” “hes probably with her for her money”. continuing walking behind your bodyguards, you get a call from an unknown number.

“look at you. you look like a celebrity or something”

“who is this?”

“i- you dont even have my number saved? its your eldest brother, sejun. anyways since you dont keep up with the news, dad is coming back home from probation. you should probably come by the house and greet him”

pausing your tracks, “is this your number?” “yes, please just save it” “dont get another number or blocking it for two times will be annoying” you said and blocked sejun.

hesitating to enter your family’s house as you heard sejun and sehyeong argue about who will be deserves to inherit the family company during diner and your dad yelling out where were you. stepping into the house, the house was quiet.

“hello dad. congratulations on getting out on probation. i heard you wanted me to be here. is there anything you need to speak to me about?”

“you should move back in” “is that all? i was wondering why. you look great by the way. please take care of your heath. i just came here to say hello so ill be leaving now” you waved goodbye and walked towards the exit.

“i want you to take my position” you dad tells you before you could exit the room. “dad!” your brothers yell out. turning around, you see everyone looking at you as your mom shakes her head towards you. “you left home and started your own company for 10 years, i think you deserve it”

hesitating to answer, you agreed to take the position which annoyed the brothers. finally exiting the room, you left the house with fear in you.

“shall we start?” you asked as everyone gets your parachute ready for paragliding. running off the cliff, you begin floating in the sky with a huge smile on your face. “miss yoon, please be careful!”

peacefully enjoying the scenery, you take notes on how beautiful it was. you then see a floating tractor. worry takes place as you realize theres a tornado happening. trying to not get in it, the wind forcefully takes you to the tornado, making you scream out for help.

north korean boarder

jisung heads to the northern side of demilitarized zone to patrol with company five and a few other soldiers and hears shooting going on. quietly walking into the direction of everything going on as a group, jisung stops as soon as he hears what type of guns theyre using.

“captain han, theyre heading into this direction, judging by the sound of the gunshots” hyunjin pauses, “maybe its a deserter from the south-” “the combat site is 400m away from our current location. going in at 11 o’clock, total count is 10. k2 automatic title, six in total. and tokarev tt-33, three are in use” jisung tells them.

“whats tt-33?” seungmin asked. “theyre our camrades” jisung answered and started walking with his group behind him. seeing whats going on as he saw three men on the ground and the military of the south, he gave him group a signal to continue walking. lifting their guns up, the southern sees them and puts their guns up as well.

“step back. take one more step and youll enter our garrison” jisung shouts out. “hand these three over and well be gone” one of the soldiers said. “theyre our camrades” jisung answers. “captain! we got the state security departments approval and came here to hunt deers but we got lost by the tornado” one of the men on the ground said.

“they crossed the southern limit line and caught digging cultural artifacts” the same soldier said and shows proof. “is anyone injured?” jisung asked as the southern military puts their guns towards him more. “the problem is solved. put your guns down and we will too. i swear on my countrys honor and will stictly punish them. when it comes to punishments, we, the north will certainly outdo the south. well drop our weapons on the count of three.”

by the count of three, everyone puts their weapons down. the three men on their knees sees a gun in front of them and grabs it. trying to shoot the soldiers, jisung quickly grabs them. everyone puts their guns up till- “just return, dont get into conflict with the north” “do you hear me? dont conflict with the south” the radios from both sides said.

after gathering the three men and tying them, company five got them as jisung stayed behind. making sure the south was gone.

back at the gate, jisung is in front of the car that the three men are in as he waits from cheolgang to arrive. seeing him arrive, he stands up straight and salutes him, as well as hyunjin and seungmin. cheolgang sees the three men in the car and turns to jisung.

“greetings sir. company five is is on standby to transfer the grave robbers, who we arrested in the northen demilitarized zone” jisung tells cheolgang. “good work. anything else?” jisung relaxes and tells him how some of the fences were down due to the tornado. “we should tighten security for the area thats damanged until everything is fixed”

cheolgang nods his head. “they probably crossed the southern line due to misunderstanding so let their punishment be lenient” “it happened in our patrol zone. this cannot be taken lightly” “you are well aware that the state security department gave them permission for them to be here” cheolgang says.

“are you saying that they gave them permission to pass the demilitarized zone just to collect artifacts?” jisung asked, feeling annoyed with cheolgang. “of course not, captain han” he chuckles, making company five tensed. “i told the south that they will be taken for punishment, and i shall keep that promise” “do whatever you want, but i do have a promise. i, jo cheolgang, never go easy on anyone. no matter what their ranks are. if you create any act that may threaten our army security, youll be finished right on the spot. but of course, youll never do that” cheolgang finishes. jisung salutes him as he leaves.

south korea

“but i need to get there, i need to see miss yoon” changsik says as he heard people said that youre nowhere to be found. as he sees someone on the stretcher, he starts tearing up as he thinks youre dead. the police comforts him and sees the cameraman that was supposed to take videos of you in the sky. “hey! wheres my boss?” changsik yells at him. “i dont know” he cries out in pain. “didnt you have a camera? why didnt you take a video of everything?” “in that situation, i couldnt. i nearly died!”

changsik was left alone as the rest of the rescue crew tried to find you. “gosh why did you have to make yourself do this y/n”

north korean boarder

you wake up, high up in a tree. as you yell out for help. as jisung and seungmin is around the area, he stops walking and asks seungmin if he heard anything. shaking his head, seungmin gets a call from the other company five members, asking for him to come back and help with the fence. jisung gives him a signal to go and looks around the area.

as jisung sees you in the trees, you look down. “excuse me, can you help me get out of here” seeing his metal and gun pointing at you, you quickly unbuckle everything and falls onto jisung. realizing, you quickly get off of him.

“ah, did you come here from the north? are you a defector? welcome to the republic of korea” you said. “r-republic of korea? i think youre mistaken. i didnt go to the south. you came to the north” not believing what he said, you looked around and saw his serious face. “since you came here, youll be taken for investigation” jisung says. “huh?! wait i didnt mean to come here at all-” “then explain everything to them like that.

after arguing, you ran but was stopped by jisung yelling you to stop since theyre mines in the area. “dont move or else youll loose an ankle-” jisung pause as he accidentally steps on a mine. “are you okay” you asked. “im fine” “are you sure because you dont look fine-” “i said im fine!”

jisung grabs his walkie talkie to call seungmin for help when his grip failed and the device fell into the river. walking to the walkie talkie, you picked it up. “thank you for picking it up-” “who said i was gonna give it to you?” jisung sighs. “tell me which way i need to go first” “follow the path and when you meet with two paths, take the right one”

after telling you the directions, seungmin calls out jisungs name. “im here!’’ jisung yells out. fear taking over you, you quickly ran.

seungmin finds jisung on a mine and quickly sets him free. “captain han, is there anything wrong?” seungmin asks. “let the crew know that someone is in the zone by accident” “huh? is it a spy?” “no, a south korean girl who accidentally came here” seungmin nods his head and lets the crew know what happened by radio.

as you ran, you took the left path instead, not trusting jisung. you came across of a field that had a sign saying ‘mine field’. turning around to a safer route, you see the soldiers looking for you. headed to the minefield instead, you ran through it and the soldiers made a detour to get you.

as seungmin and hyunjin are trying to get you, you saw a broken tree on the fence, thinking it will lead you to the south again. as youre on the top, you see the two men giving you signals to not go there. not listening, you jumped over the fence as you saw hyunjin raise his gun at you and fired.

as you kept running, you passed jeongin who was reading a letter from his mother in the fields. as you were running still, you ran into a forest and tripped on a rock. “mom-” you said quietly. trying to pull yourself up, you go back into the past. everytime you fell, you would always cry out for your moms name. but realizing how weak you relationship with her was weak and she was not here with you.

regaining your strength, you got up and walked.

back in south korea, your mom gets a call saying that you were lost and tells the rest of the family. sejun and sehyeong and their wives are pleased, knowing that one of them will get their dads position.

“honey, you need to make sure you get this position” sanga tells sehyeong. “but you still need to find minseok” sehyeong nods. “dont worry sanga”

“hyung. do you think sehyeong will find me?” minseok asks mr oh. “i think we should go somewhere else, i dont think its safe here anymore” minseok nods his head and packs up to go somewhere else.

as an old lady asks for a ride as she sees military trucks, she was rejected. she then sees three men in one of the trucks. as they hit the end of the road, she sees another truck hitting them and another one, making the truck that the three men are in fall into a ravine and explode. she gathers her stuff and tries to run away when another truck runs into her.

after walking for miles in the dark, you ran into a village. feeling relieved, you smiled. until you saw the lights shut on, you were met with music going on. seeing everyone getting ready for their morning routine, she now believes shes deeper into north korea,

just as the leader enters the village, jisung quickly grabbed you and hid you in his chest from getting caught.

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heartsywritesthethings · 3 years

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Tickling! Plus Ultra! 5 (End)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The class of 1-A was quickly transported over to Momo Yaoyorozu’s mansion after both Bakugo and Deku were taken from the villains. They all had bags with their clothes and other items with them, standing in the middle of the foyer awkwardly. Even Momo seemed to be awkwardly standing around, even though this was her house. Sure, he had a few of the students over before, but never in a situation like this. Bakugo was being more distant than usual, not even standing near Kirishima like he usually did. Deku was smiling, but it was strained. Even Kirishima who was usually their spot of light in darkness, seemed to have a cloud over his head.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get everyone settled and…uh…” Momo said, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. She took a deep breath before leading everyone to their rooms.

“We should try and play a game to get everyone’s spirits up before we fall asleep.” Iida said, though the steam had left his voice. All of that running around had really taken the wind out of him.

“I…I think I’m a little too tired for our kinds of games tonight, guys.” Deku said, rubbing at his sides absently. All of the tickling from both their games and…especially since Toga had really done a number on his ticklish nerve endings. He wasn’t exactly ready for another round.

“‘Night.” Bakugo said curtly. He stepped into a room and closed the door behind him. The other students of 1-A heard the lock click and that was about it.

“Guess he’s tired.” Kirishima hummed to himself. He stared at the door a moment longer, wanting to go in and help Kacchan. It couldn’t feel good being attacked and kidnapped so many times by the league of villains. He couldn’t even imagine what those villains must have done and said to him.

“Well, everyone else is going to have to share bedrooms. I’ll take the couch in the main room since Bakugo took a room to himself.” Momo said with a small sigh. Not that she could blame him, but it still wasn’t entirely fair for him to just lock himself in some random house.

“Don’t worry about it, Momo! Since you were so nice to let us stay in your house, I’ll take the couch.” Kirishima said with a charming smile. Momo thought about it for a moment before shrugging. She was absolutely exhausted after making so many things on such a short notice earlier tonight.

“Alrighty then. The rest of you can follow me.” Momo said, waving for the rest of the class to shuffle behind her.

On the couch, Kirishima checked his phone for just about the millionth time. He was waiting for Bakugo to finally tell him that he was alright. A meme. A link to a Youtube channel. Anything. When nothing came across, he decided to put matters into his own hands. In the Bakugo Squad Group chat (Chaos Crew), he decided to share the code for the game that Bakugo couldn’t say no to.

QWTRZ - Among us code.

Kirishima’s red character ran around the lobby as he waited for his friends to join.

A pink character with a flower named SlimePrincess joined.

A yellow character with the dum sticker named ChargeBolt joined.

A white character with the floppy brown hat named 0 joined.

A purple character with a red beanie named EarJackD joined.

Kirishima chewed on his bottom lip as he waited. If they waited much longer, then they would be kicked for inactivity. Damn…Bakugo must really be in a bad mood if he didn’t want to play a game where he could slaughter his friends.

An orange character with an egg on top named ExplosionMrdr joined.

Kirishima smiled at his screen and began the game. The little sprites began running around the map and Kiri’s character stuck with Bakugo’s. He wished that there was a way he could chat with him within the game, but just sticking with him was good enough.

Well, that was until the little orange guy turned around and stabbed him in the back. Kirishima pouted at his screen. Just like Bakugo to kill him first thing in the game.

As a ghost, Kirishima’s character followed Bakugo’s around the map as he jumped in and out of vents and slashed at passersby. It was a short game and an absolute slaughterhouse. The very last crewmate who was left alive as the game ended had been Sero.

The next game, it was Kirishima who was the Imposter. He followed Bakugo around, ready to kill at a moment’s notice. As he did, Bakugo’s character ran to the button and pressed it.

What the hell?

ExplosionMrdr: it’s ****** hair.

SlimePrincess: Proof?

0: Proof?

ChargeBolt: Where?

EarJackD: No one died, Denki.

EarJackD: Kinda sus.

ExplosionMrdr: u idiots its literally **** hair

ExplosionMrdr voted.

0: Anyone wanna follow me to Medbay? I gotta get scanned.

RedR10t: Ill go with u

ChargeBolt: How do I vent like pink did?

EarJackD: im voting denki. Sus af.

EarJackD voted.

ChargeBolt voted.

RedR10t voted.

SlimePrincess voted.

0 voted.

No One was Ejected. (1) Imposter remains.

The game continued. Kirishima followed Bakugo again, but this time decided to turn off the lights and then kill Bakugo’s character in front of the medbay. No one saw because of the lowered lights.

There was a frustrated yell that the entire mansion could hear. Bakugo stormed out of his room and the sound of his pounding footsteps grew louder and louder. Kirishima stared at his phone screen as he heard his impending doom get closer and closer to him.

Bakugo grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to his feet.

“Is it you? Are you the imposter?” Bakugo yelled in his face.

Wait, what?

“U-uh, it’s just a game, dude and I didn’t mean to kill you–” Kirishima stammered. This was definitely not the reaction he had wanted. Sure, the frustrated scream and the storming out of the room was something he wanted, but this seemed like something more.

“Did you sell us out, shitty hair? Did you tell that stupid group of low lives what we were up to?” Bakugo yelled, almost as if he didn’t even hear anything that Kirishima had said.

“Dude, what are you talking about?” Kirishima asked, putting his hand on Bakugo’s wrist. It was a small gesture, but Bakugo retracted his hand. Bakugo ran his hands through his hair in stress.

“Just fucking tell me if it’s you. You can’t keep lying to my fucking face.” Bakugo continued, his voice trembling. Small sounds of footsteps could be heard as the others in the class peeked out of their rooms to see what all of the commotion was about. Kirishima frowned and took Bakugo’s wrist and led him into a different room.

“Alright, dude. What is going on? I’m sorry for killing you in the game, but this is a little much.” Kirishima said. He reached out and placed a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, but he pulled away.

“There’s someone here, shitty hair. Someone here that could have sold us out. Could still be selling us out! It could be you for all I fucking know!” Bakugo yelled, pointing an accusatory finger in Kirishima’s direction.

The red head sighed, a look of pity crossing his face. Whatever those villains had said to him…they made him think that there was some kind of traitor among the UA students. With how many times they had been caught and Bakugo had been kidnapped…it would make sense to a degree.

“Kacchan…look at me.” Kirishima said, stepping closer to Bakugo.

“Don’t get close to me!” Bakugo said, flinching away from his friend. He looked away from the red head, his body shaking all over. Kirishima took the risk of getting burned and wrapped his arms around Bakugo, hugging him as tightly as he could.

“Katuski…please. Take a deep breath, man.” Kirishima said softly.

Ever so slowly, Bakugo melted into the embrace. He wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s waist and buried his head in Kirishima’s neck.

“That bastard…whoever it is in this dumbass class…I’ll kill them.” Bakugo grumbled. Kirishima shook his head, squeezing Bakugo closer to him.

Having been taken hostage so many times has really gotten to him. After being beaten around and taken away from his friends so many times, it was perfectly reasonable that some trust issues towards his friends would start to surface.

“None of us would do that to you, man. Seriously. You may be loud and obnoxious, but everyone in this class thinks of you as a friend.” Kirishima said, resting his hand on the back of Bakugo’s head. He could feel something wet against the shoulder of his shirt and he just knew that Bakugo was…crying. It broke his heart.

“There’s…someone here, Kiri. They’re going to take us down from the inside. It’s so damn stupid.” Bakugo wheezed, clawing at the back of Kirishima’s shirt. Kirishima sighed heavily, feeling tears of his own in his eyes as he held his friend. It really broke his heart to see Kacchan like this. This hurt.

“No one is out to get you, Bakugo. Even if they are, I-I’ll protect you, okay?” Kirishima told him. He meant every word of it too. He pat his hand against Bakugo’s back and pulled away ever so slightly.

“Come on, let’s go to bed, okay?” He said.

Bakugo pulled away and wiped his face wildly with his shirt.

“Whatever. Yeah, sure. You should probably sleep in a bed, dumbass.” He grumbled and turned to walk back up to the room that he had stormed out of. Kirishima sniffled and wiped his own tears from his face. He snatched up his phone and his bag of stuff as he walked up to the bedroom. Once inside, Bakugo threw himself on the bed with very little grace. Kirishima set his stuff down on a nearby bedside and crawled into the bed as well. Once he did, Bakugo slowly pulled himself by Kirishima’s side. He rested his head on Kirishima’s shoulder, threw an arm around his waist, and tangled their legs together. Kirishima couldn’t help but smile as the blonde got himself comfortable.

“Despite everything, I’m glad the class got to know your special weakness. Now I can tickle you out in the open,” Kirishima said, sliding his fingertips up and down Bakugo’s back. Bakugo squirmed slightly, but he didn’t remove himself from Kirishima’s side.

“Bet your ass that I’ll kill you tomorrow. You won’t escape my wrath.” Bakugo grumbled, pushing his face further against Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Plus ultra?” Kirishima teased and tweaked a couple of Bakugo’s ribs.

“Pluhus Ultra.” Bakugo chuckled.

Kirishima hummed softly and pressed his lips against the top of Bakugo’s head in a soft kiss.

“Shut up and go to sleep, shitty hair.” Bakugo said. Kirishima let his fingers drag up and down Bakugo’s back just a few strokes longer before he slowly drifted off to sleep.

12/25

-Ga!babe

#25 Days of Fics #GA!babe #submission #Tickling Plus Ultra #12/25 #a lil bit of among us in there #some traitor/imposter angst #NICE #still love that horikoshi just forgot that completely #that's the end of the my hero fics for this baby!#nicely done babe always love your writing #and the bakusquad is just so good #and now I'm caught up enjoy the double post since I suuuuuuuuck

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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A fantasy AU. A MerMay Fic.

Slightly nsfw . Unwanted touching.

Langskip. ( war ship) Meadhall(a mess hall/ bar)

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793 AD Oslo,Norway. A Lanskip was approaching Oslo . Cheering and yelling filled the boat , men pushing each other and chugging Ale from hollowed out bones. The captain though was standing at the front of the Langskip with a very smug look on his face. He had a bear skin wrapped around his shoulders with leather pants and boots, scars all across his chest down to his midsection., a long tooth earring in his right ear and a bear claw necklace around his neck. His name was Katsuki Bakugo and he was a viking captain.

The day before Bakugo was sailing to Oslo feeling rather happy . He had caught an interesting creature, he had no interest in selling it no. This was.. more of a pet for him. It was an easy catch to say the least , you had swam away from your sisters to admire a stupid plant and thats when the net fell on you. When Bakugo saw he had caught a mermaid he got the biggest smile on his face. You were perfect, lovely round bouncy breasts with just your hair covering them, a medium length tail full of light blue scales and a dark blue fin at the end. While Katsuki and his men were excited, you were terrified. Your sisters told you stories of these men , the land, to never swim to close. But today you were careless. You would never see your sisters again.

The net was hauled onto the Langskip and cut open , you fell onto the hard wood covering your chest , eyes racing all around to look at these .. men. One man, a short but angry looking one pushed you onto your back and another short man grabbed your hair exposing your chest to everyone . You hissed back at him and the crew concerned you extending their hands out to you. Your head was starting to hurt from the hair pulling and your hiss turned into a loud whimper.

“Now now..” a voice said. “Lets not get all whimpering huh?”

The men moved and you saw the captain coming over , he was tall .. a large build , muscles , cuts, scars and a axe hanging in the side of his pants.

“A fresh one, Captain.” The man holding your hair said holding you up and out, the gravity making your chest jiggle.

Katsuki stood in front of you , hands on his hips a smirk on his face. And the poor bear's face staring right at you that rested on his shoulder. He looked you over , eyes taking in every delicious inch of you. “A fresh one indeed. Aren't you a pretty little thing.” He extended his arm to you cupping your face. Your cheeks flushed bright red and Katsuki smirked, closing the space between you. “A pretty thing. Pretty fish.”

You couldn't help but blush . You've never been touched in such a way before, or heard such nice warm words. The wind blew and the hair on Katsukis bear waved around , his other arm reached to his side while he spoke. “We need to get you to a little pool or you'll dry up huh..? Hey pretty fish.. is it true that your hair is your most treasured thing?”

“Y-yes.”

The smirk on his face grew bigger and his thumb rubbed your lips.

“Are.. are you going to let me go?”

“Let you.. go? No no.you're coming with me.. but i need to make sure you listen to me..” his hand left your cheek and he waved a finger around in the air.

The man holding you stood up straight holding your hair by the tip. Your tail thrashed all around making the crew move back to a safe distance. You grabbed your head trying to pull your hair free , Katsuki tipped your chin up with his index finger. “From now on you're my pet. You'll never see this sea again. You'll do whatever i say . No matter what it is.”

You hissed up at him showing your piranha teeth. He smiled, swinging his other hand and you fell to the ground at his feet , your hair falling slowly behind you, landing next to you in a messy pile . It felt like your heart stopped .

“Take her to the glass case. We sail for Oslo. Oh and.. make sure she's comfortable.”

Katsuki joined the helm with his first mate , the two laughed amongst themselves while his men grabbed you everywhere taking you over to the end of the ship dumping you in a special glass case chaining your wrists to the Langskip. Your hair was gone and you were sailing to a unfamiliar place, your head was hurting and these men touched you in places that you did not like. Tears fell down your face once the Langskip started to move. •••

The Langskip arrived at the Docks in Oslo a day later, Katsuki standing at the front , hands on his hips. A successful hunt, he could skip the Slave Trade this year now too. The Langskip came to a halt and some men tied it to the docks. Katsuki looked back yelling to his men to bring his pet to his home.

“you coming to the meadhall Kiri? “ Katsuki asked his first mate.

“sure why not. I need some relief.”

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The meadhall was a place for gathering and drinking , it was a large building owned by Kurogiri, he lived on the floor above it. Katsuki and Kirishima took a seat at the counter and Kirigiri poured them some hard ale and went back to his other customers.

“Did you hear the Slave Trade has some interesting picks this year?” Kiri asked drinking his Ale, a telived gasp left his mouth

“A harpy right?” Katsuki asked taking a big drink of his ale

“ a child harpy.”

Kurogiri looked over his shoulder listening to the vikings.

“Oh yeah? Interesting.. but ive already got the mermaid. Do what you want Kiri.”

“Really?!? Ill be back then!” He got off his seat leaving.

Kurogirl waved his hand and a happy short blond girl wearing leather pants and a corset came over. She had knives sticking out of her cleavage and strapped to her hips.

“Hi Giri!” She said.

“Himiko im stepping out for a minute okay?”

“Kay!!”

Kurogiri left in a flash, pushing through the crowds making his way to the slave trade docks.

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You had been chained to a special hole filled with water in a room. It must be Katsukis room.. a bed, a window and .. axes. You could not see out the window but you could hear everything that was happening outside. It was a while before Katsuki came back, slamming the door behind him. He smelled of alcohol. He stalked over to you crouching down looking you over. Your waist was chained to a special weight that sat on the floor next to the hole you were in. You gave Katsuki a glare .

“ aww.. what's wrong pretty fish?” He dipped his hand in the water and smoothed your hair down and back smiling . “Mad i took your hair away?”

You didn't answer him instead you hissed and he grabbed your face and yanked you out of the water as far as the chain would let you. “I'm being nice you know, giving you just enough water so you don't dry up and die. So you can cooperate .. or i can call me men in here and let them have any kind of fun with you they want. So what's it gonna be?”

Your fangs retracted but you still had the glare in your eyes. Katsuki dropped you in the water and grabbed your hair petting it. “I thought so. And it's your lucky day, i've got Ale dick so you get to have a nice relaxing first night here. But tomorrow..” he got up going to his bed undressing. “You won't be so lucky.”

You laid your head on the floor leaning into the hole holding yourself, your tail swaying slowly,

meanwhile, you could hear a faint harpy song coming from out the window.

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Part Two will Be Up Next Month 😉

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ghost-in-the-hella · 4 years

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19 with Victoria Chase and Chloe?

For whatever reason, I can’t seem to keep chaseprice stories short! Sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s worth it. I also immediately thought chaseprice when I saw that prompt (“According to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.”), so thanks for being on the same page with me there :) Unbeta’d and virtually unrevised despite how long it took me to write it, so please take it with a grain of salt.

Content warnings for misogynistic insults, underage drinking and drug use, and implied attempted sexual assault. Because teens in Arcadia Bay are awful to each other.

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Chloe hasn’t seen Rachel since the first hour of the party. She stopped even getting texts from her about twenty minutes ago. She can already feel the familiar shapes of the argument they’re going to have tomorrow morning. Chloe will accuse Rachel of ditching her and ignoring her texts. Depending on how pissed she is, she might trot out the old dead horse about being abandoned by Max and flog that for a bit while Rachel fails to keep from rolling her eyes. Then Rachel will remind her about their agreement, that they’re both free agents and maybe if Chloe acted more like a free agent and less like a cuckolded wife she wouldn’t be so pissy all the time.

It’ll go back and forth for hours with Chloe whining about her abandonment issues and Rachel claiming that Chloe’s suffocating her, and at the end of it nothing will have changed. They’ll kiss and make up like they always do, but as soon as the next Vortex Club event comes around Rachel will insist on dragging Chloe and then she’ll ditch her in a crowd of people she hates and the whole cycle will start over again.

The whole thing is fucking exhausting, and Chloe’s sick of it.

Not as sick as Victoria Chase is, though; damn. It’s a hell of a sight: the Queen Bitch of Blackwell teetering drunkenly on ill-advised high heels - possibly only still on her feet because of the bodies of people dancing around her - and looking like she’s contemplating puking in her purse. She looks awful.

It would be more amusing if Rachel were there to make fun of her with Chloe. It would also be more amusing if it weren’t so painfully pathetic. Chloe’s way too sober to enjoy the sordid spectacle. Being the designated driver sucks ass, especially when the literal whole point of these parties is to get wasted.

Chloe almost jumps out of her skin when her phone suddenly - finally - buzzes in her pocket.

Rachel: U still at the party?

Chloe scowls at her phone.

Chloe: of fucking course i am

Chloe: where else would i be??

Chloe: im ur fucking dd

Rachel: o right! Srry I already caught a ride

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Rachel: c u 2morro tho

Rachel: 2 whales date? Not 2 early tho

Rachel: this hangover’s gona be a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch

Rachel: luv u <3 <3 <3 xoxoxo

Rachel: xxx

Rachel: ;P

Chloe buries her phone in her pocket, fuming. She can actually feel the anger rising off of her skin like steam. Obviously there’s no reason for her to continue being a designated driver if Rachel’s already fucked off with whatever Blackwell jock or cheerleader she’s decided to rail tonight. Chloe’s free to crash on the couch tonight with the rest of the drunk losers. Pass out in the bathtub maybe. There’s tons of booze in the kitchen; she should start there. Stoners are usually in the basement; they shouldn’t be hard to sniff out. Maybe if she’s lucky she’ll find the folks who’re always doing coke in some random bedroom or office and score a noseful. It’s not like she’s got classes in the morning. She can afford to live a little, as long as she’s not actually paying for it.

Chloe starts to push her way through the crowd to the kitchen.

“Watschh where yrr fffuckin goin…” slurs a messy but recognizable voice as a hand grips Chloe’s upper arm.

Jesus Christ, Victoria’s even more wasted than Chloe thought at first glance. Her hand on Chloe’s arm might be the only thing keeping her upright at the moment, which is the only reason why Chloe doesn’t immediately tear herself away.

“Careful, Vicky; poverty might be contagious.” Chloe attempts to pry Victoria’s fingers from around her arm to no avail.

The idiot jock standing behind Victoria laughs at that, but Victoria just looks confused. And drunk. So very, very drunk.

“Ffffug you, Chhhloe,” Victoria slurs out.

Chloe raises an eyebrow. “Wow, you must be shitfaced. That was practically my real name!” She carefully shoves Victoria back off of her arm as the jock moves to steady Victoria by holding onto her waist.

“C’mon, babe,” he says, leaning close to her ear. He grins at Chloe and winks like he thinks she’s in on some kind of conspiracy with him, which immediately pisses Chloe off. “I’ve got it from here,” he informs her.

Victoria groans something inarticulate and tries to push the jock away, but she ends up just stumbling back into his stupidly broad chest. She really shouldn’t get so drunk and wear such high heels at the same time; clearly, it’s a dangerous combination.

“Dude, I don’t think she wants to go with you,” Chloe says as calmly as she can. She really doesn’t want to get involved. She wants to get drunk and stoned and so blitzed out of her mind that she forgets all about being pissed at Rachel. She doesn’t want to get sucked into whatever drama Victoria’s got brewing tonight. But she also really doesn’t want to watch a drunk girl get mauled by some entitled meathead, even if said drunk girl is a royal pain in her ass.

“Nah, she’s good. Just needs some fresh air. C’mon, Tori, let’s go for a walk.”

“Don’ ffffuggin call me Tori,” Victoria growls, tugging her arm out of his too-firm grip and nearly falling right off her ridiculous and undoubtedly overpriced heels. “Iss Victoria.”

The creep ignores her and tugs on her arm again, toppling her into his body once more. “It’s cool,” he attempts to assure Chloe. “We’re friends. I’ll get her home safe.”

“She definitely doesn’t want to go with you. Let her go.”

“Dude, be cool! She’s just being a bitch. You know what Tori’s like.” He holds Victoria’s wrists to curtail her squirming.

“Fuggoff!”

Chloe cracks her knuckles loudly enough to get the jock’s attention. “I’ve got better things to do with my left hand tonight than break it on your nose, but if you don’t unhand her in the next five seconds I’ll do it anyway.”

That gives the jock pause, but he doesn’t look like he quite believes her. “You wouldn’t.”

Chloe shrugs. “If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask Logan why his nose slants to the right? Although he’ll probably lie. Ask his ex-girlfriend; she’ll tell you the truth.”

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As Chloe guides a stumbling and incessantly bitching Victoria through the dark toward her truck, she silently curses every decision in her life that led her to this moment. It’s actually not that different from drunk-walking Rachel home after a party, except that when Victoria keeps touching her boob it’s probably accidental. Probably.

“Where’ss Nathan?” Victoria whines, head lolling onto Chloe’s shoulder and smearing a healthy quantity of expensive makeup into her favorite Firewalk shirt. Which is fine. Not like Chloe can’t just steal another one next time they have a 2010 tour. Time travel’s a thing, right?

“I have no idea where Prescock is. Surprised he’s not doing shots out of your cleavage.”

Victoria’s trying to text, but she keeps almost dropping her phone. “Where are theese bisches?” Victoria grumbles as her manicured fingers jab and swipe at the screen of her phone with the dexterity of a toddler with two handfuls of butter. “Sposdt to be my frens…”

Victoria’s entire focus is on her phone when it should really be on walking. Chloe tugs her upright and tries to steer her for the umpteenth time. “Can it wait til we’re in the truck at least?”

Victoria grinds to a halt and finally tears her eyes from her phone. “M’not gedding into that… that…” Victoria flails at Chloe’s truck and nearly falls over. “Deathtrap.”

“You had to get a tetanus shot to live in the dorms, right? You’ll be fine.” Chloe grips Victoria’s elbow with one hand to keep her upright and wrangles the passenger door open with the other. “Go on, get in.”

Victoria glares at Chloe foggily. “Are you khhidnappng me, Price?”

“...That’s a joke, right?”

Victoria whacks Chloe solidly in the sternum with her phone. “B’cause I’ll haf you know, my frens will put your assss in jail like that.” Victoria tries and fails to snap her fingers, then stares at them as if she cannot comprehend why they are not obeying her.

Chloe rubs at her sore sternum in annoyance. “Yeah, well, maybe your ‘frens’ should be the ones getting your drunk ass safely back to the dorms instead of abandoning you and letting random creepers paw at you. Then maybe I could get my drunk on in peace instead of wasting my weekend cleaning your puke out of my truck.”

Chloe’s expecting some pushback. Victoria hasn’t even touched her truck, much less puked in it. What she isn’t expecting is for Victoria to shove her phone in Chloe’s face. “You texx thm.” Victoria reaches for the door handle, yanks the door open, and unsteadily clambers into Chloe’s truck.

“Ow, what the fuck! You want me to text your friends?”

“Tell’m yer kidnappin me.”

“Uh, okay, no, I’m not doing that. But I can text your friends if there’s someone you’d rather get a ride with.”

Chloe carefully shuts Victoria’s door and walks around her truck to the driver’s side, thumbing through Victoria’s message history. She tries Nathan first, even though she can see that Victoria’s last ten messages to him have gone unanswered.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Nathan: whothFUCKisthis

Victoria: a good samaritan. seriously tho your friend is halfway to passed out, can you help?

Nathan: fuckoffBITCH

Victoria: god why does victoria even like you?

She tries Courtney next.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Courtney: I don’t know, can Victoria not call my boyfriend a MAN WHORE?

“We’re 0 for 2, Victoria. What’s the name of that blonde girl you’re always hanging around with?”

“Sweetie…”

“Um, what?”

“Goddddd you’re fuckn incomph-- incump-- incompetant. Sweet. T.”

“I have no idea what you’re-- Oh.” Jesus, the girl is literally in Victoria’s phone as Sweet-T. Gaaaaaaayyyy.

Victoria: hey victoria needs a safe ride back to the dorms. can you come get her?

Sweet-T: Victoria? Victoria Chase?

Sweet-T: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Sweet-T: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Sweet-T: Tell that bitch good luck.

Sweet-T: Actually wait don’t.

Sweet-T: Tell her to choke.

Sweet-T: Btw Taylor lost her phone.

“Uhh, looks like ‘Sweet-T’ lost her phone. And it’s fallen into the hands of someone who completely hates your pretentious ass; no big surprise there.”

Chloe starts texting Victoria’s contacts at random as Victoria sulks. Most people don’t even respond. The responses she does get are… not encouraging.

Zach: sup biiiiiiiiiiitttcccccccchhhhhh yeah i’ll give vicky a ride ON MY DICK

Hayden: new fone who dis

Brooke: Who is this and how did you get my number? Don’t ever text me again.

Dana: I gott a ride w Jules srry

Juliet: Already back at the dorms. Good luck I guess.

Logan: fukk that bisch wut

“Well, Victoria, looks like none of your friends are coming to help. So you can either let me give you a ride back to campus, or you can pass out on a couch inside and hope for the best.”

“What th hell djou say to them??”

“Just that you needed a safe ride to the dorms. That’s all.”

“Bullsshhhitt. You pissed them off.”

Chloe laughs out loud at that. “I pissed them off?? You pissed them off by being a gigantic asshole!”

“M’ noddan asshole.”

“Oh, no? Well…” Chloe holds up Victoria’s phone and waves it in front of her face. “According to this survey, most people agree you are, in fact, a gigantic asshole.”

Which is how Chloe ends up comforting a sobbing Victoria Chase in a stranger’s driveway and wishing she’d never been born.

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Chloe: dude. Srsly. Fuck u for abandoning me at that fucking vc party.

Rachel: chloe?

Rachel: wat timesit?

Rachel: w happnd?

Chloe: its 3am

Chloe: and victoria FUCKING chase is passed out on me

Rachel: ur joking

Rachel: omg

Rachel: pls take a pic

Chloe: this isnt funny rach

Rachel: it’s fucking hilarious!

Chloe: its SAD.

Rachel: Wait so

Rachel: did you fuck her?

Chloe: WHAT????

Chloe: NO!!!!!

Rachel: Oh good bc I don’t think there’s enough bleach in the world to clean your soul after fucking victoria chase

Chloe: she’s drunk AF

Chloe: her friends ditched her

Chloe: and i kinda called her an asshole

Chloe: so she cried on my shoulder until she passed out

Chloe: and now i’m trapped

Rachel: Poor baby.

Rachel: Chew your arm off?

Chloe: not funny.

Rachel: Again, totally funny.

Chloe: Srsly tho, what should i do???

Rachel: idk

Rachel: sneak out?

Chloe: we’re in my truck

Rachel: hahahahahahahaha

Rachel: of course you are

Rachel: so wake her bitch ass up!

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Victoria Chase snores. Nothing in the world could have prepared Chloe for that knowledge. She also drools, which is unfortunate for the state of Chloe’s jacket. Not that it’s the cleanest thing in the world anyway, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.

Victoria’s normally immaculate hair is in a state of total chaotic disarray. At least half of her makeup is gone, and what remains is smeared artlessly all over her face. She smells like a brewery. Chloe’s arm has fallen asleep under the weight of her head. Chloe envies it. The sweet release of sleep would be infinitely preferable to the intense awkwardness of being conscious right now.

The moonlight paints Victoria’s face in delicate shades of pale, highlighting the refined angles of her cheekbone, her jawline, her nose. She’s snoring and drooling and messy and the most utterly awful person; it shouldn’t be possible for her to be beautiful in this moment.

And yet. And yet.

Chloe should shove her awake. She should push Victoria off her shoulder, buckle up both of their seatbelts, and deposit her safely back at the dorms (because even though Victoria’s an objectively horrible person, that doesn’t mean that Chloe is). Chloe should abandon ship, let Victoria sleep it off in the front of her truck while Chloe returns to the party and drinks until she can’t remember what Victoria looks like in the moonlight. Maybe if she drinks enough, by the time she’s sober enough to drive Victoria will have sobered up and found her own way home.

Victoria makes a sleepy sort of grumbling sound and shifts against Chloe’s shoulder, draping an arm over Chloe’s middle and snuggling close. Her hair tickles Chloe’s neck and jaw as it sticks out at peculiar angles, and Chloe wants to laugh or possibly die. There’s really nowhere else for Chloe’s arm to go, so it ends up wrapped around Victoria. Victoria lets out a sound that’s disturbingly close to a contented sigh.

“Hey... Vic?”

“Mphgmhm?”

“Um… Are you aware that you’re cuddling me like I’m your long-lost childhood teddy bear?”

“Grhmphgm.”

“Uh. ‘Kay. Long as you know.”

“Mphkm.” Victoria nuzzles into Chloe’s shoulder, squeezing her tighter. Chloe awkwardly pats her side and Victoria sighs again.

“Hey, uh… I’m sorry about what I said before. I mean, not about you being an asshole, ‘cause I’m not gonna lie. But about your friends. I’m… sure your friends do like you, really.”

Victoria shrugs a little, frowning delicately. “Dsnmttr. Sleeb.”

Sleep. Okay. That’s theoretically possible. Chloe’s slept in more uncomfortable positions in this very truck, after all. So she closes her eyes and rests her head against the back of her seat, and she listens to the steady rhythm of Victoria’s breathing until the world begins to fade into a comforting void.

Shit’s going to be awkward in the morning. But, well. That can wait until the morning.

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like-rain-or-confetti · 5 years

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Two Christmas’ (Alec Volturi x Reader)

You were nervous. You were still working on your relationship with Jane but was disadvantaged since you were romantically involved with Alec. She thought you were taking her brother from her and it especially didn’t go well since you were human. Even Alec himself, had trouble with that sometimes. As of recently things were going well and you didn’t want to ruin that.

You and Alec made plans for spending some time out of the castle on Christmas day which was tomorrow. Alec wanted Jane to come along since they didn’t like being apart unless they had to. Jane decided to go but they were interrupted by Aro, who offered his opinion. “I don’t believe you should, Jane. Such a day should be spent exclusively with your significant other. I don’t think (Y/N) would appreciate you coming along.” The twins were very disheartened by this so much so that they said nothing else about it. Alec only just telling you. While he was away to meet some nomads on the outskirts of Italy, you saw the opportunity to approach Jane and give her what you had been hiding all along.

You dug into your beside drawer taking out a box about the six of your palm. You’d never be ready so you immediately left, trying not to think too hard on what you were about to do.

You knocked on the door, hiding the box behind your back and Jane opened it a second later with a skeptical look. “Hi Jane, I was hoping I could talk to you?” “...Very well. Close the door behind you.” Jane turned away and you hurried in, doing as she asked. “Take a seat.” She gestured to the bed. You complied and she followed suit. “You’ve been awfully quiet. You’ve been locked away in here for about two days now...are you okay?” “I can assure you, im fine.” She said with a stoic expression. It sounded systematic in how she said it. “Uhm, well, Alec told me-” “What do you have behind your back?” Jane tried to peer behind you but you continued to block her view. “I’ll show you in a second. I just want to talk to you about something first.” You said quickly and she remained quiet. “Alec mentioned that you two were talking about tomorrow.” she hummed in agreement, nodding once. “He also told me what Aro said.” You didn’t get a response so you continued. “I didn’t think it fair for Aro speak for me. Truth be told, Alec didn’t tell me anything about this until just before he left. So i didn’t know that you coming was even on table but i wanted to tell you in person that I’d be thrilled if you came with us.” Jane seemed taken aback for a second. “But Aro-” “-was wrong, or at least, he wasn’t accurate. Christmas is about spending the time with the people you love and i want to spend it with my family.” “I dont understand.” Jane muttered. “I know you have your judgements about me and i know you think i’m going to snatch your brother and run away but I promise i have no intention. I find it admirable how close you two are, I wouldn’t dream of separating you. It wouldn’t be right if you weren’t there, not just because i know it would dampen Alec’s mood but also because...you’re my sister.” What really drove it home was you calling Jane your sister. She wouldn’t have believed you otherwise but if you were exceptionally cruel, you wouldn’t have went to such lengths. It made her second guess whether she was really losing her brother or if she was actually gaining someone else.

“So, um, I got you something, consider it a Christmas present that’s also a peace offering?” You gave her a small smile holding out the black box. “I mean, im not really supposed to give you it until tomorrow and I didn’t get the chance to wrap it or anything but-” You were cut off when Jane gently took the box, looking shocked. “How...when?” “I have my ways.” You joked lightly. She opened it and stared at it.

Inside was a silver charm bracelet, already including three charms. “I didn’t know what kind of charms you’d like or if you even liked charms so forgive me if you don’t like them.” You scratched behind your neck. One was red with black roses, another glittering gold and the last white and opaque. “It’s beautiful.” Jane trailed her fingers along it. “Tell me about these...charms.” Jane said quietly. “Oh well, you can pick your own and have as many as you like. Is your first time seeing them?” Jane nodded. “They look like small pendants.” You smiled. “Do you like it?” You asked and Jane nodded again. “Thank you. I’ve never received a gift for an occasion. Gifts are rare.” “Im glad, i didn’t show Alec to see if you’d like it. I haven’t got him anything or anyone else for that matter." Jane heard something as her head perked up. "Alec's returning. He's coming this way." "Hide that!" You said quickly with excitable glee as Jane quickly put it in her desk drawer and made her way back.

A minute later, Alec walked through the door. "Im surprised to see you two together." "Yes well-" You spoke up but Jane interrupted you. "We missed you, brother. (Y/N), decided to visit and check on me. It's a sweet gesture, don't you think?" Alec nodded with a soft smile. "I appreciate you looking after my sister whilst I'm gone, cara mia." Alec looked at you before bending down to kiss your forehead. You smiled back at him as he moved to quickly kiss his sister's cheek and sat beside her. Before long he was lying on his back. "Alec, please do not make a mess of my bed." Jane scowled. Alec huffed and Jane lightly shoved his arm. "Jane, you know how to make a bed." "That doesn't mean I enjoy doing it." "We have to do it all the time." Alec muttered and Jane, alarmed, looked to you. "Your brother likes to wrestle. Imagine that, eh? A young guy -however old he is- being fueled with testostero-" Alec rolled over, covering your mouth. "let's go. You've said enough." You groaned. "Alright, alright, I'm going, I'm going." Alec hauled you up as you walked back to your shared room.

He let you go in first, closing the door and wrapping his arms around you from behind. You turned to face him in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck as he smiled at you. “What are you two up to?” Alec’s voice was quiet. “Worried?” You teased. “No, I’m happy to see you both get along but Jane has taken to you rather quickly.” “It’s a start...I gave her a christmas present.” “You did? What did you give her?” Alec seemed surprised. “A charm bracelet, im sure you’ll see it.” “That’s very kind of you cara mia.” “Oh we aren’t done there, my love.” You grinned at him. “Do you remember telling me about your talk with Jane about tomorrow before Aro got involved?” “Of course.” “Well, I told Jane i wouldn’t have it any other way. I insisted that she come with us tomorrow.” “You did?” Alec’s smile vanished, as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You nodded. “Of course I did. She’s your sister. I’m sure she’ll tell you exactly what i sa-” You were interrupted when Alec gave you a kiss before pulling you into a hug. “Thank you.” You heard him say into your shoulder.

Christmas day couldn’t have come fast enough. “Now that is a big Christmas tree.” You said gazing up at the huge decorated tree in the town square but also being met with falling snowflakes to the face. You turned to see both Jane and Alec, also looking up at the tree with violet eyes. “It’s impressive, indeed.” Jane said. All the surrounding stores were shut but the lights on their display windows still on. One particular display window caught your eye. You gasped. “Oh Jane! Come and see this!” You took Jane’s hand and pulled her along, lightly running toward the window. Alec couldn’t help but smile at the sight of seeing the love of his life and his sister, hands interlocked as they rushed ahead. He stayed back admiring the sight before following after you.

You both peered into the window still holding hands. "More charms!" You exclaimed. "Oh, I love that one!" "I like the silver and blue one." Jane smiled. "Where is it?" You looked puzzled unable to locate it. Jane pointed to the charm. It was silver plated and navy blue with a slight shimmer to it, no where near as glittered as Jane's gold charm. "Oh me too!" You nodded profusely. As she lifted her hand to the window, a twinkle caught your eye. There, on her wrist, was the bracelet you got her which you were certain she had been hiding under her sleeve.

Last Christmas had went from uneasy to one of the best. You remembered it well. It didn't take long for Jane to accept you after that. Whilst the twins still preferred to have their own time together. You were included more often and Jane seemed much happier to see you giving you a smile as she would the Masters or Alec.

You bound into the room, Christmas Eve arriving once again. "Why don't you give your love for Christmas!?" You sang out as you enter the room. "Why hello to you too." Demetri turns to look at you with a smile. "So fun fact, I've got you guys presents this year. However...my bestie gets hers before any of you. She's my favourite." You grin handing Jane a small bag. Jane smirks as she opens the small bag to find another three charms, one however was silver and smooth which has her name on it in cursive. The perfect addition.

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not-close-to-straight · 6 years

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First Date (SWS #21)

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST

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“Oh god. Okay. Just be cool. Just be cool.” Peter stood in his bathroom, running gel through his hair and splashing water over his face to calm himself down. “Big night. Big night. First date with Wade. Its a date right? Its fine. You’ve gone on dozens of dates before. Harry. MJ. Gwen. No problem. We can small talk our way through a date. Bought gum so I’m minty fresh. Hair is done, he loves red and black so Im wearing red and black. Its fine.”

He took a deep breath. “Its fine, Peter, stop freaking out. Its just a damn date. Just... just a date.”

He picked his phone back up, scrolled through the messages until he got to the text from Wade that simply said, “buy ya dinner tomorrow?”

Peter had texted back with an equally casual, completely chill, “im always down for free food.” and then had proceeded to freak the fuck out, holding his phone to his chest and spinning around in his living room until he had banged his knee on the coffee table, and then he was jumping one legged and cursing out loud but still smiling and half way to giddy.

He had wanted to go out with Wade for so. damn. long. but surprisingly enough between patrol and late night food runs and saving the city, the topic of dating had never come up between them.

Wade constantly threatened promised to do things to Peters ass, and Peter seriously jokingly commented on how big Wade’s arms were and how much he liked them but this-- this was real. Wade was buying him dinner and it was a date and--

But what if it wasn’t? What if Wade was just asking to have dinner like a normal thing, like something normal people did, and Peter was overthinking this? It wasn’t like their lives were normal, after all. And Wade trusted Peter, so maybe he just wanted a normal evening with someone he could trust not to judge him.

Why would this be a real date? All the times they had saved each others lives and other than suggesting congratulatory blow jobs, Wade had never said anything about a date, or spending time together without their masks.

Really, this was kind of a blind date, because they had never fully unmasked in front of each other. Peter would recognize Wade because of the scars, but Wade might not recognize him.

Oh god, what if Wade didn’t like him?

Peter looked a this reflection critically. His hair was a little out of control, probably, and his glasses didn’t help the fact that he looked barely seventeen even though he was pushing twenty three. Maybe he was too young for Wade. Maybe the man- cuz fuck was Wade all man-- would take one look at him, think he was too young and walk away. Or maybe the skinny jeans were a mistake. Kids wore skinny jeans. Or he should switch out his glasses for contacts so he looked more mature and less like a hipster?

Was he over thinking this?

Of fucking course he was overthinking this. Of course he was.

Peter swore and slammed the door to his bathroom on the way out, throwing himself across his bed and going back to the message on his phone, seriously considering texting the merc and backing out.

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“Red or black?” Wade held up one of the only two shirts he owned that weren’t his Merc gear. “Red...” he held up the pushing-too-small tshirt. “Or black...” a fitted long sleeve. “Red....” the tshirt. “Or black? Which one?” he switched them again, holding the red over his chest critically. “Which one...which one is gonna make Spidey wanna jump these bones?”

Unable to decide, Wade stripped off his ratty “I HEART SPIDEY” pajama shirt he had stolen bought from a vendor a couple blocks over and yanked the red one over his head.

It had been a risk, a shot in the dark to ask Spidey out on a date. The kid hadn’t ever really given him a clear signal that he was interested in more between them, but he certainly wasn’t given off signals that he wasn’t so Wade had typed and retyped and deleted at least fourteen different messages before settling on one that seemed appropriately casual but not so casual that Pete would mistake it for just another chance to hang out.

And then, in the longest six minutes of his life, Pete had finally texted back and agreed to dinner. And thank god too, because Wade was absolutely going to throw himself out a window if Peter had said know. Not in a dramatic, ‘Ill kill myself if you don’t love me sort of way’, but in an ultra dramatic it took all my courage to do this and now I don’t know how I’m going to look you in the mask on patrol since you said no sort of way.

“Oh yeah. Yeah I look fucking good in this.” Wade flexed in the mirror, grinning when the shirts seams strained to hold him in. All that fast food he ate hadn’t caught up with him yet, and he knew for a fact that his spandex clad crush had a thing for his chest and his arms, so he was definitely wearing the red shirt. “Accents my pecs and my girlish waist and my arms--” the smile slid from his face when he saw how much of his arms the t shirt showed.

How much his scarred, fucked up skin looked all the worse against the soft cotton.

Wade pulled the shirt off and grabbed the black one, relaxing a little when he was covered down to his wrists, but the damage was done, the insecurity had taken root, and he stared at the rough face in the mirror, at the bald scalp, at the eyes that looked startling without eyebrows, at the raised edges that marked down his neck, over the spots he had hoped Pete would want to leave hickeys but who would want to put their mouth on--

Wade turned away from the mirror abruptly, and went to find his phone, scrolling through the messages until he hovered over Peters number, and told himself to text and cancel the date.

This was a terrible idea.

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“Um, Wade?” the soft voice pulled Wade from his admittedly crazy thoughts, and he turned around slowly, tugging his shirt sleeves down over his hands, wishing he had gone back and grabbed his hoodie from his room so he wouldn’t just be out here, scars and all for everyone to stare at and point at and--

“Holy shit. Spidey?!” He blurted, and the kid in front of him jerked forward to clap his hand over his mouth.

“No, Wade, out here I’m just Peter.” he said firmly. “Remember?”

“Peter.” Wade repeated. “Pete. Baby boy what the fuck--” he knew he was staring. Knew he was staring and didn’t care. Just didn’t-- how the hell was Pete’s hair that thick? How did it stand up like that? He thought only deer had eyes that big? And the fucking smile?

“I’m dead.” he announced. “I’m dead and have gone to heaven and all the angels look like a goddamn wet dream.”

“Oh god.” Peter rolled his eyes and stepped back. “Well its definitely you, isn’t it? No one else starts a blind date by revealing secret identities and then offending angels, huh?”

“I uh--” Wade shrugged a little sheepishly. “Sorry. I was just not prepared for how adorable you are. Petey-pie you are fucking adorable. Good christ.”

“Yeah well--” those big brown eyes flitted over Wade’s body, taking in the broad shoulders filling the black sweater, the narrow cut of his waist, the way his jeans hugged thick thighs. Then they moved back up, over a perfectly cut jaw and cheekbones, stopping on piercing eyes.

“Damn Wade.” Peter finished, clearing his throat and blushing a little. “You’re pretty damn adorable too.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Wade rolled his eyes. “Not wearing the mask, cutie pie, I can see all your expressions.”

“Oh, I know.” Peter raised an eyebrow then, all cocky glances and meaningful looks at specific places and it was Wade’s turn to flush a little, unused to scrutiny that wasn’t... judging. Or horrified.

“So.” he tipped his head towards the restaurant so he would at least stop staring at the beautiful kid. “Dinner?”

“Actually.” Peter rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, looked away shyly and bit into a bottom lip that Wade just wanted to fucking attack. “I was thinking you know, this doesn’t really seem like us? Maybe we could just go get some Mexican and hang out.”

“We had Mexican last night.” Wade pointed out.

“Uh no, we had hours old burritos that we ate while running across a roof on our way to catch a burglar.” Peter countered. “That doesn’t count.”

“Is there any other way to eat Mexican?” Wade challenged and Peter laughed, dropped his head back and just laughed and Wade-- Wade was fucked. No way he would survive this date.

“I am so glad that the you are the same even without your mask.” Peter said over a chuckle. “I mean, you drive me fucking nuts, but I am so glad you’re you and not--” he made a vague motion with his hands. “I dunno.”

“Well baby boy, its not like I take off the merc suit and become some hunky hollywood star with a gorgeous wife.” Wade said dryly. “So I’m glad you like my particular brand of charm, because this is the only flavor I come in.”

“Mmm.” Peter made an interested noise, let his eyes linger on Wades lips, and then licked his own. “Sounds good to me.”

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“You’re killing me Pete!” Wade fussed. “That’s not even a flavor! Its like... its like...”

“Its like what?” Peter asked with a frown, curling an entirely distracting tongue around his vanilla ice cream cone.

“Its like milk.” Wade took a big bite of his double chocolate fudge with m&ms and chunks of brownie ice cream. “You are basically eating milk. Like milk that got left in the fridge for too long and they decided since it was a solid, they’d just go ahead and scoop it onto a cone and try to sell it anyway. You’re eating chunky, solid, spoiled milk.”

Predictably, Peter gagged and Wade absolutely cackled when Pete dropped his ice cream cone in the trash can and wiped his hands.

“Thank you for ruining my ice cream, you asshole.” Peter muttered. “I should make you kiss me for that.”

“Normally, I’d be all over that invitation.” Wade admitted, especially since it had taken most of his self control not to drag Pete over the table and kiss him absolutely senseless while they were sharing their fajitas. “But you know, you’ve had spoiled milk on your lips and--”

“Oh that’s fine.” Peter said casually. “I don’t want to kiss you with that messy chocolate crap all over your lips either.”

“Blasphemy!” Wade gasped. “Take it back NOW!”

“No way.” Peter pulled out his phone and made a show of looking through his messages like he had something better to do than pay attention to Wade. “Nope. I’m sure you taste disgusting.”

“Put your phone away and find out.” Wade challenged and Peter grinned, shoved his phone in his back pocket and practically leapt into Wades arms, smooshing a cold, vanilla flavored kiss onto very surprised lips.

“I was only kidding.” Wade explained over a laugh. “But don’t stop now.”

“I should stop.” Peter muttered and locked his arms around Wade’s neck to pull him closer for another kiss. “You taste terrible.”

“At least I don’t taste like vanilla.” Wade shot back, winding one hand through Peters thick hair and tugging sharply, thrusting his tongue past cold lips when Peter opened on a gasp.

“God.” Peter laughed a little and backpedaled, bringing Wade with him until they ran in to a wall and Wade could fit himself right against Peters body. “You wish you tasted like vanilla. Best flavor ever.”

“The most boring you mean?” Wade panted when Peter sucked at his tongue. “I’m gonna get tired of it quick. No one ever gets tired of chocolate.”

“The hell they--” Peters words lost out to throaty moan when Wade started mouthing over his jaw, leaving little bites down his neck. “The hell--”

“You gonna finish that sentence?” Wade teased a little breathlessly.

“Probably not.” Peter shook his head, tightening his hands around Wade’s biceps, his eyes flashing when the big merc flexed beneath his fingers. “But you know, I am wondering how we went from eating ice cream to almost humping against a wall?”

“Sorry.” Wade pulled away instantly, running a self conscious hand over his scalp. In the heat of the moment, wrapped up in Peters smile and the near glow of those beautiful eyes, Wade had forgotten they were in public, had forgotten that people were probably staring. It was amazing enough that Peter wanted to be seen out with him, but this sort of thing-- probably best done in the dark. That was fine.

“I didn’t say it was a problem.” Peter held out his hand coaxingly. “I was just wondering how it ended up like this. It was only a kiss.”

“Are you gonna start singing?” Wade narrowed his eyes but Peter gave a little wiggle of his hips that had Wades eyes widening right back up.

“It was only a kiss.” Peter sang quietly, teasingly. “how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss.”

“Damn even when you’re being ridiculous you’re cute.” Wade laughed and went back to him, tilting Peters head up for a longer kiss. “Do you always let your dates get to firrrrrrst---” he dragged the word out as he slid his hand under Peters shirt and up to his chest. “-- second base?”

“If I knew this was a date, Id probably let you get to home plate.” Peter said honestly, and sounding maybe a little vulnerable and Wade pulled away to look down at him.

“What do you mean, if you knew this was date? This is a date. I showed up, bought you dinner and dessert, was mostly appropriate, and copped a feel. I mean, that’s a date, right? Normal people do that shit all the time. What else is supposed to happen on a date?”

“I almost cancelled because I thought maybe you just wanted to hang out.” Peter admitted. “And I wanted this to be a date too badly to just be... platonic. Didn’t want to just hang out it it was just... hanging out. Too far past that at this point.”

“Oh.” Wade rubbed his thumb over Peters cheeks gently. “Well, its definitely a date. I wouldn’t have dressed in my fancy clothes and shown off all this skin if we were just hanging out.”

“This is your fancy clothes?” Peter plucked at the black sweater with grin. “And what do you mean, all this skin? You’re practically dressed like a nun. I helped a little old lady the other day who was showing more skin than this.” he made a face. “Not that I ever need to see that again.”

“I think this is probably enough skin to show.” Wade tried to sound like he was joking. “No one needs to have nightmares.”

“Wade.” Peter murmured and kissed him lightly. “As hard as I’ve been staring at you, I’m wishing you had shown up shirtless. You should be glad I don’t have laser eyes or something, because you would be shirtless. And maybe pantsless and maybe--” he quit talking in favor of crushing their mouths together in a hungry kiss.

“Yeah?” Wade licked his lips nervously when they parted again. “You’re alright with-- with this?”

“So alright with it.” Peter copied Wades earlier motion, and slipped his hands underneath the shirt until he could feel the rough skin sliding under his palms. “Wade, I am so alright with this and so much more of this, just all of--” he scratched his nails lightly and Wade groaned under his breath. “You’re amazing. You are amazing with your mask on and I’m so glad this is a real date because you’re just amazing without your mask on and I want to...”

Another kiss, longer this time and heated, tongues tangling and hands roaming, breath coming harder between them until Wade yanked himself away and took off running, dragging Peter along with him.

“Your place?” Peter called, laughing as he chased him and Wade hollered back--

“Hurry the fuck up baby boy! I don’t want the clock to strike midnight and the date to be over before I get to you and that booty!”

Peter laughed all the way down the street.

The chocolate ice cream lay on the ground where Wade had dropped it, forgotten.

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#sundays with spideypool #peter parker #wade wilson #first dates #spideypool

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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64.2008° N, 149.4937° W (Katlaska) - matryoshka

A/N: This fic is pretty vague and confusing. But i’m leaving it up to you and your interpretation and explanation on the events here.

I know this is not yet the Christmas fic, but it was something that went to my head, and I’ve written in my phone.

Again, it’s all over the place because it’s by me. It is a bit Katya-centric, and she is trans here, the story kind of revolves around baby Brian figuring it out, and throw in some Alaska, so it’s Katlaska.

The title of the fic is actually just the GPS coordinates of Alaska (accdg to google at least, im not a geographer,) and it will make sense once you’ve read it. So, hope you enjoy!

She doesn’t know when it all started and when it all stopped, but she’s back. Katya’s back and she doesn’t know why, where. All that she was able to recall was that when she was still a tiny little boy, she had this place. She would always want to be tucked early because she had this place, where little boy Brian turns into this princess Katya, and she had Alaska, and everything feels right.

The first time she’s been in the place there were snowy mountains enclosing a giant field of grass, and there was a lake. She thought that she’s seen this pace before. It was Alaska in photographs from her geography class. But she knew this wasn’t Alaska because it feels too personal, that place was all hers, until someone pulled at the hem of her sleeve.

“My name’s Alaska, what’s yours?” “…Alaska,” she remembers the first time she saw her. She hasn’t seen this Alaska in photograph before. She was actually convinced she ascended to heaven and saw an angel. Alaska was this tiny little blonde girl, with fair porcelain skin so unlike Brian’s bruised ones from playing outside, big doe eyes compared to Brian’s deep dead blues, rose pink lips, wearing all white and smaller than her, and somehow she thought that the name Alaska doesn’t sound fitting for her. She was so awestricken that all she could do was repeat her name. Alaska was the prettiest girl she ever saw, still is, and at that time, little Brian wanted to marry her and also wanted to be her. “Silly, you’re not Alaska, I’m Alaska!” that was the first time she saw her laugh and smile, and her eyes and nose crinkle when she does that, and it’s the best sight and the best sound ever. Since then, she made it so that Alaska always smiles. “I don’t know what my name is, I don’t want to be called Brian here.” “Brian? Why don’t you want to be called Brian?” “Because that’s my boy name, and I don’t want that,”

“why do you have a boy name?”

“because I’m a boy?” “But, are you a boy?” Alaska had asked that question with pure curiosity, looking up at her, and it struck baby Brian that no, she wasn’t a boy. It explains baby Brian’s love for pink, envy for his sister’s dolls and ribbons and shoes, why he wants to grow long hair, and that it was alright, Alaska is fine with her being a girl, then it should be fine, right? “Hmm, never mind. I’ll call you Katya. Because see,” Alaska grew impatient at her silence, and grabs her wrist and grins, pulling up the wrist she’s grabbing to show Katya, “caught ya,” and this place was suddenly her favorite place, containing her favorite person, so she breaks into laughter, feeling genuinely happy. She can be Katya.

When she returned that first time, she remembers being the little Brian who had excitedly told his parents that he’s not a boy only to be slapped by his father. She didn’t understood then why she was slapped, how come back there things were so easy, dresses, dolls, dandelions, daisies, but in here, it was as if dresses, dolls, dandelions, daisies, and she were wrong wrong. Father had hit him, and mother told her to stop talking about it. She obeyed. Pretty soon she got addicted of sleeping because sleeping would mean being there, being herself, being with Alaska. She slept and slept and wished she would not wake up to leave. Wake up in the body of Brian, in the clothes of this boy, go to school, listen to his parents, interact with people, but not Alaska.

“What do you do when I’m not here,” “Nothing, It gets really lonely without you here, so I just lie down and sleep, I guess. The grass is really soft here, and the weather is always nice and perfect.” “You mean, you just lie down here? Don’t you go home or something?” “What do you mean, this is home. Silly Katya,” and there she believes that she is actually just silly Katya, not a trace of the poor boy, Brian. Don’t get her wrong, she loves Brian, but Brian just feels wrong, like a curse, a cage, and she knows she’s not him, but Brian also needs help. By being the cage, the poor boy is also caged, trapped. She feels like Brian was his own mistake, and she doesn’t want him to feel that anymore. And to do that, she needs Brian gone, they both need him gone, at rest. When she’s awake, she feels dead, and when she sleeps, she feels alive and truly herself. She started skipping classes, sleeping, skipping meals, just sleeping. The school warned her of expulsion, she became very skinny, and that was okay, she gets to be at that place, as herself, with Alaska. Years have passed, and they basically grew up together now. But then her parents decided to intervene. That’s when they forced her into therapies, sessions, school, and the church. They made her drink pills and tablets. Until she just got sick of it. When she sleeps now, she doesn’t always see Alaska, which was weird. She suspected the pills being given to her were the reason. And she can’t take them anymore, so she throw them away, but her father saw it. “Son, we love you, and we worry about you. Please do this for us, but more so for yourself” She wants to laugh at that. It’s funny how they claim to love, care, and support her when they don’t recognize the first thing about her. She decided she’s been “I’m not your son, please. Dad, I’ve told you, I’m your daughter, Katya.” “Brian, we’ve been through this. Listen, son–” “Call me son one more time!”

Her father decided that that was enough. They forced her to forget about the conversation (if you would call slapping your child a conversation) they had when she was younger, took him shopping, strictly making sure she shops in the men’s section, introducing her to their neighbors, giving her strict monthly haircuts. It was suffocating, and she thought that she was doing them a favor by letting them do what they want because at least she still has that place and Alaska, but now, they’re taking her away too, and she can’t have that. Alaska is probably the only person keeping her sane, accepting her, and she can’t lose her. So she lost everything else, but her heart feels light, she feels free. She’s a she. She moved out. And got rid of all of Brian. At that moment, there was only Katya. But then she stopped seeing her, she stopped getting back to their place. She thought she’ll wait for the pills to stop working, then she’ll be able to be with Alaska every time she sleeps. But she felt like life just fucked her over, when it’s already been a month, and she was never able to return. That’s why she started doing drugs. She never understood how she got there, maybe she was just crazy, ill, she doesn’t know, but she thought that it was a magic of her brain, so why not help my brain remember, get there. She did all the jobs she could get, prostitution, stole from the shop she worked at, became an entertainer, well, the funniest jokes usually had the darkest foundations, she got high and very high each day. She was just so desperate to be back. She promised Alaska, she’ll see her tomorrow.

“Hey, Katya, mawma, let me hook you up with this,” a friend from one of a club that she works in approached her one day. “What’s that?” “Oh, it’s strong, mama, okurrr, I heard you’ve been looking for real strong ones, so” “oh, sure, give me, what’s it called,” “Alaskan Thunderfuck”

Katya thinks this is it. Her key to getting back to her. She could finally be pulled out of this chaos, this storm, and be with her. In her calm, warm presence. She probably took too much of it, but fuck it. If death’s the only way back to Alaska, so be it. She’s coming home. She imagines Alaska lying down, for years and years, waiting for her. Alaska’s lonely. Alaska. She thinks of her as she sees how near she is from finishing the pack. Alaska. Where does she live, how did she get there. Did Katya just created her, designed her in her brain, was she just crazy? Were everyone else right? Fuck that, the question Katya wants answered most know is would she still be there, lying down, waiting for her? Katya realizes that the person she’s been obsessed for in so long was a total stranger to her. But at the same time she’s not. Katya knows Alaska’s favorite time, her greatest fears, she knows how she whines when she loses, and so Katya lets her win, most of the time. The other times, she’d just love to tease her. Katya also knows, for a fact that Alaska is the most beautiful being she would ever lay eyes upon. She remembers almost crying at how much she misses Alaska so bad, it’s like losing her own person; Alaska’s actually been a huge part of Katya, just Katya, never Brian, and she needs that. She remembers plunging into her sofa and watching her ceiling melt into goopy colors before she is being pulled into a very nostalgic sensation, and then she’s back. She forgot how long it has been. The place is still the same field of dandelions, the pleasantly warm sun, the single tree, and beneath it, within its shade was Alaska. It was her. Her heart sinks at the thought of Alaska staying there, thinking she’ll never be back, and shit, she missed Alaska. Katya thinks she’s probably been away for a very very long time because gone was the naive little girl, gone was the pretty blonde, this Alaska is gorgeous, probably already taller than Katya, and she looks so peaceful. Katya just stood there watching her until she stirs and opens her eyes. Katya could feel every emotion coming back to her all at once, she felt her knees weaken and buckle, and she’s kneeling now. “Hey, I’m back,” Alaska just watches her as she sits up. Not sure what to do when the person she’d been expecting the most and also the person she’d been expecting least shows up in front of her. There’s so many emotions welling up inside of her right now, emotions she’d tried to calm and diminish, but proved to be stubborn, just like the woman, in front of her. Katya had changed a lot, but she still owns that perfect smile that Alaska loved so much, and the smile that she’s searched for and missed the most. “Are you… just a figment of my imagination, like if I close my eyes, do you disappear, am I the only one who can see you, do you–” Katya grabs her hand and Alaska immediately has her eyes open, not sure when she had it closed because she was overwhelmed. Alaska focused on the girl touching her hand, Katya’s blues, and she was not surprised that it still has that calming effect on her. But she’s not calm. She’s way far from calm. The love of her life has returned after so long. Alaska felt like she’s been saved once again. Thoughts of spending all her time alone as a kid, popped up until Katya had saved her by taking her into adventures, swimming in the lake, treasure hunting, and believing that she exists before, and she is saving her from that same loneliness again. She was real enough for Katya, and that is the only validation that she wants, and all that she needs.

“I’m here, Alaska” Katya says as Alaska looks at their joined hands. Warm, Alaska closes her eyes and Katya squeezes her hand. “Alaska, pl–” ‎ “You’re real, Katya,” Alaska says as she opens her eyes, pure wonder and joy in them and Katya is overwhelmed at how beautiful her name sounds in Alaska’s lips. “You’re actually here, it took you long enough, I–” Katya did what she’s been wanting to do for a long time now. She’s crying now, she thought she’d never be able to taste her lips, hold her. Sure, Alaska’s taller than her now, which was not how she imagined it to be, but she’s reciprocating with as much passion, and it finally sinks in. Katya has Alaska back in her hands, and damn, it’s the sweetest feeling ever. Like all of her hardships and hard work and patience paid off. “Can I do that again?” Katya asks once they’ve break apart. “Depends on when you’ll be back.” “I don’t think I’m going anywhere else,” and as promised, Alaska kisses her then, and Katya feels like she’d finally completed Katya.

**A/N: So it’s kinda vague did Katya die, did Alaska really exist in the first place, was Alaska an imaginary friend of Katya, where did Alaska come from, is Alaska an actual alien, a ghost, was she stuck in the purgatory. See, i have all these questions too, and I didn’t want to establish anything so idk feel free to tell me what you think about it, i hope.

#matryoshka #katlaska #alaska thunderfuck #katya zamolodchikova #trans!katya #lesbian au #girls au #tw transphobia #tw drug addiction #tw slight hints of depression #rpdr fanfiction #submission

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soaimagines · 7 years

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No Strings Attached

Request: Imagine your Bobbys daughter and FWB with Tig.

I kinda went a different direction here, I hope you guys like it.

Smut 💦

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“Tig!” You moaned as he rubbed his thumb against your clit. You stopped your hips from rolling against his, the double sensation becoming too much and you placed your hands on his chest, leaning against him to catch your breath. “Who said you could stop, baby girl?” He scolded. “I did,” You panted. “Ya know, since I'm doing most of the work.” Tig shrugged. “Hey, you're the one who wanted to be on top.” “I like being in charge.” You smirked. “Is that so?” Tig bucked his hips, pushing his erection further into you and you moaned. “Mm-hmm.” You moved your hips back and forth, slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slid inside you. TIg smirked and grabbed your hips tightly, and you knew you'd have bruises there tomorrow. You slid your hips back, so only the tip of him rested inside you before you rolled your hips forwards once more and both of you moaned as every inch of him filled you. “Ohh baby,” Tig moaned. “Shut up.” You ordered and slapped his hands away from your hips. He raised an eyebrow but obeyed. You grabbed his wrists and held them above his head, pinning them to the bed. He licked his lips and breathed in your scent and you rolled your hips slowly against him once more before letting go of his wrists. He didn't try to move them and you sat straight, a soft moan escaping your lips at the change of position . Tig eyed your bare chest hungrily, admiring the soft curves of your breasts and the small bite marks already bruising across them. You leant back and placed your hands on his thighs before pulling your legs forward so you were squatting on top of him. He growled in approval and you smirked as you pushed yourself up. You hovered your body over his, teasing him with just his tip inside you. His eyes were glued to your core, seeing your folds wrapped around the tip of his cock, dripping wiht your juices was driving him wild and if you didn't start fucking him soon he was gonna have to take control. Suddenly you slammed your body down, taking all of him inside you in one abrupt movement. “Oh god baby,” Tig groaned, fighting hard not to move his hands. You grinned and lifted your body up and down. Each movement brought you closer to the edge. Tig could tell you were close and he couldn't resist any longer. He licked his thumb before pressing it against your clit and rubbing circles. “Fuck, Tig!” Your walls began to tighten around him and you were overcome with pleasure. “Good girl, baby.” You dropped to your elbows, either side of him as your body trembled around him, both of you moaning through your orgasms as he found his release. Tig wrapped his arms around you, holding you to his chest as you both caught your breath. After a few minutes you rolled off him and lay beside him, a thin layer of sweat coating both of your bodies. You laid like that for a few minutes before you swung your legs off the bed and stood, shaking out your arms as you did. “Well, that really was as fun as I remembered.” You walked around the room, picking up your scattered clothing. “Im surprised you remember last time.” Tig laughed. “You were wasted, doll.” You turned towards him and put your hands on your hips, a mock stern expression on your face. “You takin advantage of drunk girls, Tiggy?” “Please, if anything you took advantage of me.” “Yeah, who could resist, huh?” “I cant help that I was blessed with good looks, (y/n).” You laughed and walked around the bed. “I know, Tiggy. I know.” You leant down and kissed his lips before heading for the shower. With your back turned, you didn't notice the strange expression on his face. When you returned to the room he was still in the same position; lying naked on the bed, a sheet draped loosely over him and a joint between his fingers. You quickly dried off and pulled on your clothes, Tig watching you thoughtfully. “You leaving?” “Yeah,” You fished your shoes out from under the bed and tugged them on. “Dad wants to take me out for breakfast so I gotta get home before he gets there.” “Why don't you just go grab him, he's in his dorm.” “What?!” You turned to Tig. “He crashed out last night.” He shrugged. “Old man cant handle his booze these days.” Your eyes widened in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, Tig! Why didn't you say anything?!” “Really, doll? You think your dads gonna recognise the sound of your moans?” You swore steam was coming out of your ears and you were about to argue when he cracked a smile. “Im just kidding baby. He went home last night.” “I swear to God, Trager I am gonna kill you one of these days.” You fumed. Tig frowned, still as casual as ever. “Then who are you gonna fuck?” You laughed. “Thankfully theres plenty more dick in the world.” Tig clutched his hand to his heart with mock hurt and you laughed again more leaning over him and pecking his lips. “I’ll see you later?” “I’ll be here.” Tig watched you leave, checking the hallway was empty before sliding out of the room. ~

Tig laid there for several more moments before it became too cold to tolerate, and the joint in his hand was almost burnt out. Goosebumps waved over his skin as a cool breeze wafted over his sweat covered body and he forced himself off the soft bed sheets. He stubbed the remains of his joint out in the ashtray on his bedside table and headed for the shower. Standing under the shower head, Tig let the steaming hot water wash away the scent of you. He closed his eyes and stepped under the stream. And as the water splashed his face and flowed down his skin he thought back to the day you had come into his life.

The door had slammed and Tig had turned towards the door, only to see her marching into the room. “Is my dad here?” It was only Juice and himself in the room and Juice had turned his head to the side, a blank look on his face. “He could be.” Tig said. “What?” “I could be your daddy.” He licked his lips. She raised her eyebrows and stared at him for a moment before turning to Juice. “Is this guy serious?” Juice had nodded. “Sadly, yeah.” He smiled apologetically. She turned back to Tig and sighed. “Is Bobby here?” “Wait Bobbys your dad?” Juice had interrupted. “Yeah.” “(Y/n)? Long time no see!” Clays voice boomed through the room and you all turned to look at him. She smiled at the familiar face and walked towards the President. “Hey Clay, is dad here?” “Hes in his dorm, sweetheart.” She thanked him before heading down the hallway he had pointed to. Tig and Juice were standing there, staring at Clay with confused looks on their faces. “Dont even think about it.” Clay had warned before walking past them and heading into Chapel.

Tig had been very interesed in her sudden arrival and had finally learnt (thanks to Gemma) that she was, in fact, Bobbys daughter from a one night stand many years ago. Her mother had kept her a secret from her father for years before finally allowing them to meet once she was a teenager. She had accepted the fact that her father hadn't known of her existence and they had slowly built a relationship, despite her living out of town. It was still unclear as to why she was in town, and Tig was interested in finding out. Or rather, he was interested in her. She had spent the day with her father, but now the sun had set and she was still here, drinking at the bar with Juice, while Bobby talked club business with Clay. Tig sauntered across the room and leant against the bar. “Sorry about earlier, doll. I didn't know who you were.” She looked at him and smiled. “And who are you?” “The man of your dreams.”Tig said. Both her and Juice groaned, before she laughed loudly. “Im Tig.” “NIce to meet you, Tig. (y/n).” She introduced herself with such charm, but it had been the mischievous glint in her eyes that had made Tigs interest peak. Juice could sense it and he shook his head before standing. “Ill leave you to it. Nice to meet you, (y/n).” She had waved goodbye to Juice and Tig had stepped around her and slid onto the barstool where Juice had sat. “You look like someone who needs something a little more fun than..” He picked up her glass and tasted the drink. “Ugh what is this?” He reached behind the bar and poured himself a shot. “What makes you think I need more fun in my life?” She asked. “Drinkin all alone on a friday night. All dressed up with no where to go.” “I wasn't alone, Juice was h-“ Tig raised a finger, hushing her. “Shh shh Its okay, doll. Tiggy's here now.” She had raised her eyebrows but then she had laughed before she downed the rest of her drink. “Well, Tiggy. I may be all dressed up but I got somewhere to go.” “Oh and wheres that?” She had smiled playfully before she had grabbed his shot glass and downed that too. “Away from you.” She placed the glass back on the bar and walked away. Tig might have thought she wasn't interested, had he not kept his eyes on her. But luckily for him his eyes had followed you across the room, and he definitely did not miss the playful smile and the wink you threw him on the way.

Tig stepped out of the shower and dried himself before heading back into the room and climbing back into the bed. It was probably for the best that you had left, he thought. He wasn't used to sharing the bed anyway. At least that was the excuse he gave himself as he drifted back to sleep.

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Tig answered the door to find you leaning against the wall opposite his dorm room. “Hey you.” You smiled seductively. Tig smirked and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the room. “Four nights in a row, huh?” You rolled your eyes and walked past him into the room. “Dont flatter yourself, Trager. Charming’s a boring town.” Tig smirked and closed the door behind you. “Thought you'd be watching Elvis performing at the Boulevard tonight.” “Please, like I wanna see my dad in those outfits.” You sat on the bed and peeled off your shirt, exposing your bra. “Can we not talk about my dad?” Tig chuckled and walked to stand in front of you. He leant downed kissed your lips. “How bout we don't talk at all?” You reached for his shirt and pulled him down again. “I like the way you think.” You kissed him hungrily and he reached down and lifted your legs, pushing you further up the bed and he hovered over you. His hands moved up your thighs, caressing the soft curve of your ass cheeks. His lips stayed on yours, his tongue exploring his mouth but the usual hunger was lacking. He kissed you slowly and deeply and pushed himself against your core. You moaned and he pulled his lips away and kissed down your neck. This time though, he didn't bite you. He kissed you softly and sucked gently at your skin. You bucked your hips, desperate for friction. “Come on, Trager. I didn't come here so you could make me come with kisses.” You whined, pushing yourself up to rub against his crotch. “Patience, baby girl.” Tig hushed and kissed along your neck once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed, rolling the both of you till you sat in his lap and he was lying against the bed. “Fuck your patience.” You kissed him hungrily and reached behind you to unclip your bra. His hands roamed over your skin, holding your body close to his. You pulled away from him and sat straight, unbuttoning his shirt with hurried fingers. Tig lifted his hands to caress your breasts and you met his eye. The gaze that met yours frightened you. You'd seen it before, only a couple of times but you knew what it was. It wasn't a hunger, it wasn't desire. it wasn't just lust, there was a longing.. possibly even love? You pushed the thought to the back of your mind and kissed him again. He rolled you over so he lay on top and this time you didn't resist. His hands moved to your jeans and he tugged them down your thighs, leaving only your panties. Tig kissed you, with more passion than you had expected. It had been a long time since you'd felt such passion in a kiss and when he pulled his lips away to catch his breath he stayed close. His breath was on your lips and he rubbed his nose wth yours gently. You opened your eyes to meet those piercing blue eyes and you saw that same longing look once more. You were quick to bring his lips to yours again and you pushed your tongue into his mouth. Your hands ran down his body and unbuckled his belt and his hand left your body long enough to push his jeans and his boxers down. He Tugged your panties to the side and ran his thumb through your slick folds before lining himself up at your entrance. He met your gaze as he pushed into you,causing you to gasp and when you saw that same look in his eyes you clutched yours shut. Tig always felt so good inside you, stretching yu and pushing into you over and over. The room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your moans and it wast long before waves of pleasure were rolling over you. Yet every time you looked into those blue eyes as he pounded into you that same look was there, that same yearning. Like he was searching the very edges of your soul for some kind of connection. The more you saw it, and he more you thought about it, the more uncomfortable it made you feel. Until he pounded into you harder and your orgasm drove all those thoughts from your mind.

Tig brought the joint to his lips and watched you from his spot on the bed as you got dressed, Like usual, you were quick to leave after your encounters. Normally that wouldn't bother Tig, but with you he wouldn't mind if you stayed, maybe just a little while longer. “You going to Gems dinner tonight?” You turned to look at Tig as you pulled your shirt over your head. “Yeah, told her Id be there.” “You can ride with me, I’ll pick you up.” You raised your eyebrows. “And whats my dad gonna say when I turn up riding bitch with you?” “Oh he wont be there.” He took a drag of his joint. “Clays sending him and Hap up to Tacoma to sort some business.” “Oh,” You frowned. He hadn't mentioned it to you yet. “I dunno, we should probably take seperate rides.” Tig nodded. “Well maybe you could stay here after, since Bobbys gonna be outta town.” You stopped what you were doing and sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed. “You know Im leaving soon, right?” “Right, in a month or so.” “No, Tiggy. Im leaving at the end if the week. Im going back home.” Tigs heart sank and he took a long drag of the joint before stubbing it out in the ashtray. “Guess we better make the most if our time then, huh doll?” “I don't think thats such a good idea.” You smiled sadly and looked down at your hands. “Maybe it'll be best if we just stay friends- without the benefits.” Tig frowned. “I thought were having fun.” You stood and leant over him. “We were.” You pressed your lips to his, kissing him deeply. You could taste him on your tongue and when you pulled away you stroked his cheek gently. And just like that you turned and grabbed your bag before heading out of the room, without another glance. The moment your lis had pressed against his Tig knew it was over. It wasn't a ‘see you later’ kiss. It wasn't a ‘thanks for the sex’ kiss. it wasn't a ‘maybe one last time’ kiss. It was a Goodbye kiss. Tig sighed and rolled over, the memories of you beneath him taunting him, knowing he'd never see you like that again and the taste of your Goodbye still lingering on his lips.

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April: the sky looks like it was injected by a needle-point sewing machine, my eyes look like a paint-by-number dream. nobody told me life eventually got stale, i thought the people who warned me of dullness were all crybaby misfits who were prudes towards colour. maybe i should've payed more attention in science class when they spoke about how the illusion of getting cold is really the absence of heat. my father started making buttermilk hot-cakes every Sunday, he said the weather is just right. it's really because he buys too much cream.

May: heat has crept up on me. the stale breath of the orchids down the street started seeping down the drainage pipes and up evaporated concrete. i didn't have time for lunch because I'd rather be filled till i'm full on decadence and watch plagiarized clouds till my pupils dilate. i turn fifteen and watch my skits start to wrinkle, i'm just paranoid; but maybe my life really is collapsing. my mouse pad was peeling so i ripped it right off. it's sad that i have a tendency to pick at the imperfect, that may be why i have so many scabs. summer is relaxing alone while bluebirds are basking in riverbanks, the wind feels like ghost-silk on the nape of my shivered neck. this is what it's like to be afraid of home.

June: savoury solitudes are spread across my bedsheets. i've been trying to find sweet ones for too long because i'm tired of sleeping on spiced spruce and sourdough that rots of dead roots. the shipwrecks of ice-caps have found their way to the bottom of the pond. i used to run above seaweed when i was six till i got sick of the feeling of fingers on my feet. i wear socks now so my toes don't get so pale. the ocean's sea spray stings my throat but only for cleansing because it knows im hooked on the alcohol that i've let control me. sometimes i wake up in the dead of night, watching it screech up my floorboards in red and yellow and blue. the band-aid on my left ring-finger-knuckle is gnarled and frayed from how many times i scrub it with salted soap. i've wasted eight now.

July: my brother buys a shirt that has the pattern as one of my own, similar at least kids at school scream profanities, it's for a girl. he doesn't care. i remember when he'd crack as deep as a sidewalk crevasse when someone else disagreed. i daydream about what it's like to live a life that free. my body has never looked normal to me, i've always hated how my thighs remind me of jelly fish in southern oceans and my smile as wry as bruised bone structures at age ninety-nine. gulf streams soak up too much of my black pants so I'd rather not put them on at all. but i have to, i'm insecure. speaking of, the pockets on the side of my jeans cup my hands like my mother used to. her skin was softer than this denim. but then again she washed the dishes four times a day. i'm now used to the dampness behind my knee-caps and screams under the slits of my tongue.

August: a birthday party under the saturated sun leaves me singed on the back with a ringing in my cars. my brother is growing up and it's not long until he's dead. it's like everything ?ye ever loved is evacuating from flames. i don't see them but i'm engulfed anyway, i smell nothing but God. there's grapefruit slices in the sky and my window broke its nose trying to breathe so loud i woke up. i remember when sunrises looked more cool toned and took no back to alpine mountains, now it looks like the devil under my bed has thrown up blood and burn stains. pain accumulates on my palms, when he looks at me i'm blue, no i'm red. at least, i feel like it.

September: i see him again and statistics are proof i am no longer shallow. something tickles my throat when we kiss so after i go home, i gargle with cough syrup. my teeth are putrid of grape flavouring and dye number 16185. the dog across the street finally shuts up and whimpers when the sky bleeds. it's not that i'm afraid. i mean. i am but it doesn't matter. my new desk at school smells like rotting moons and werewolves that scream at new ones, maybe they haven't yet marked their territory. tomorrow i'll find carved hearts and ill-fated fantasies. my father said i shouldn't get so caught up in love; i am too young.

October: banshees lay their heads on my shoulders and their tongues shackle to my wrist. i feel as if i can't move without waking up the guard dogs and making them shriek. everyone i ask tells me to keep going, they must not know what it's like to balance demons against your hips and listen to the secrets they say underwater. i wish my collarbones would be striking enough to strangle me like the briar brushes strangle rabbits at the edge of my neighbours yard. fences twist metal words from safe to scared from new to old and old to young. they have stories engraved in their bones. i see him at school and i puke out nervous water weeds, the ones that have sprouted inside me. he says i'm becoming broader and that i should stay small, he can pick me up that way. he sounds like a city man 3 thousand in his pocket and his name scrawled on half the town. i loved a small town boy who smelled like the cherry tree its front of my bedroom blinds, not whoever he is now.

November: i'm homeschooled and i don't see him anymore. he swore he'd come around but his excuses echo how little effort he's flossed between his gums. i guess i shouldn't be complaining but the air i'm surrounded with now tastes technicolor ebony, a muted damsel in distress, a silenced plead. snow attempts to bite at my cheeks, i bite back, except it won't budge and i do. i'd trade the clothes i'm in and the food in my stomach to go back to when things were easy. all the mistakes i made no far have been moulding between my pillow cases. i didn't mind the stench before but now that i spend my life indoors i'm starting to cough a lot more. my father won't make breakfast so I'm stuck with bread and curdled milk.

December: i don't wash my clothes. i've been wearing this sweater for a month and a half and i've only showered twice. every time i step into cold air i look at myself and wonder how anyone could love her. people look for happy girls with shrivelled hips and baby blue eyes. i am the opposite. my front door lock has rusted shut because of how no one will open it anymore. our house is a spirit home made of aged mumbles and clenched fists, the old ache of love has bludgeoned me. i forgot to colour my hair black, he said that was his favourite shade and at the time my hair was a charcoal brown. i promised i'd fix myself and he promised he'd stay so i believe that makes both of us liars. how cliché.

January: people say a new year is a fresh start but the sixty seconds between yesterday and today has done nothing but make me nauseous. i'm done hurdling over high trees trying to reach heaven. i think i'm here already. he hasn't called in 3 months and today i don't care. because people say a new year is a fresh start and maybe their fresh start can be shared. i've stopped missing sun rays because i have hope they'll come back tomorrow. if not i'll still have hope then. i refrain from cracking my knuckles. he did too. it makes me sick to my stomach, which has already been bruised. i'm not fixed but i'm getting there. every afternoon i've began blowing the snowflakes off our tree swing so i can swoon below the sky. i'm waiting for blue to move to gold and gold to wave goodbye.

Februaq: Hallmark's profit went up this month but it was no longer because of me. 'he' is just a pronoun and love is something i'm no longer familiar wills. am i complaining'? no, not any more than i am about my body. which, by the way, isn't as bad as it seems. i still feel like i'm an antiseptic to an open cut but i hope it'll pass like everything else has. a program on television told me i needed weight loss pills and wrinkle cream? i think i look fine. skin folds come with aging and maybe i'll still look beautiful its pounds over one hundred-twenty-five.

Mairh: team broke through my stained glass walls and strained my eyes to purple. everything's in a blue hue and i'm afraid i've gotten bad again. i've worked so hard to climb this peak, this prominent place of ease. i am scared that what i'm looking for at the top of the next one. the veins in my arms haven't yet grown back. they look more like agitated vines on corroded brick walls. rain has visited me again and unfortunately it's making me miss how comfortable i felt knowing i was slowly dying. alas, i'm no longer worried of the dark that looms after six. i go walk for five miles in hopes someone will strike me with their front license plate instead of passing me with their back one.

April: well, this is it. relapse is okay, recovery is better. i'm not afraid to love. yes i am vulnerable but i'm not strung together with cuttable cord. my limbs are stationed with metal pipes and i'm not as fragile as i was before. nobody told me life eventually got harder, i thought the people who warned me of the lack of light were pessimistic outlanders who were afraid of their own shadow. maybe i should've payed more attention to the world when it told me i'd eventually come home. the sky now looks like cotton candy and my eyes breathe burgundy butterflies. i've travelled further than i started, i understand that's the whole point. i find beauty in the most mysterious things, this ground beneath me has bellowed in praise. i've accepted things may become difficult, but i'm no longer afraid of the change.

— ; g.k.

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