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sjw-publishings · 4 years

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Stay Straight Babe

“Im so glad I still have my lovely boyfriend with me during Quarantine, Amirite Cherry?”

“Yeah...hehe, so glad to have Sammie with me too...”

Anton, the Drama Queen laughed with his lesbian shy bookworm bestie as they discussed about theatre and all about. Of course, they would’ve invited their lovers along, but they were too busy being techno geeks and talking computer games in their gaming rooms.

“Did you have lunch yet?”

“Yeah, tried takeout from that famous Chinese restaurant downtown! Was super good!”

“Oh my god! Me too sistah!!!”

“OooooooAHHHH!”

A large groan came from their study, where his boyfriend’s currently at. Anton naturally looked concerned for his boyfriend.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know! But something came from Sammie’s room too...”

“Yeah! I gotta check Kenny, Brb!”

Ending the call, Anton left the bedroom, and headed his way outside the study, about to open the door, but then a loud masculine voice rumbled from behind the door.

“Samantha? You’re just such a great fri... girlfriend... eungh so hot...”

Samantha? Who is that....But more importantly, why would his friend...boyfriend be moaning to a lady? Is he...cheating on him? But that can’t be, his geeky nerd cutie is as queer as a three dollar bill! But still, he had to check it out....that deep voice certainly did not sound like a nerd’s...

“SO HOT!”

As Anton walked into the room, his eyes widened at the pile of clothes and tossed garments on the ground. Large XL sandblasted jeans, track pants, sneakers. Tons of sports posters and trophies decorating the shelves, and a large television screen playing the latest soccer match...though for some reason, he vaguely recalled seeing football and baseball at intervals.

But it definitely did not look like a study room...despite him initially thinking that it was. Alongside a couple of dart boards, some sports equipment, and a pool table, seemed like a recreation room...but since when could they afford...

“oooooOOOOAAAAAAHHH!”

A large moan came from the couch, as Anton came to the front of it, all his eyes focused on was an incredibly muscular asian hunk man-spreading in bliss, dressed in a white tee with an iconic sporting good logo in the front, left hand gripping his cellphone while his right hand dug deep into his clean white boxers. The man panted out of relief, and relaxation, like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Whispering into branded phone with his deep husky, asian tone.

“Stay Straight Babe~”

CLICK!

So hot...NO! Anton get a hold of yourself! Who was this Asian man? Where was his roommate? He had to get questions, even if this...extremely hunky cutie, looked so sexy dazed and looking up.

“What?...Who are you!”

The Asian man snapped out of his trace, eyes opened...but ever so slightly. He was asian after all, but he was chill...in control. Still leaning back on the couch, he looked at Anton, puzzled, before looking down at his exposed boxers and then back at the stranger. His mind cleared up in an instant, forcing out a-

“Kevin Lang, Fag!”

The man said it, and gave that signature sarcastic response from only a jock bully like him. Smirking condescendingly, he was in charge, and that theatre gay started to tremble.

“Listen Queer, I know you’re thirsty and all for men during this. But some of us got girlfriends who we can’t visit. So stop being a WUSS and deal with it.”

“I...wasn’t...I...”

Now this really pissed him, not even caring about the stickiness on his right hand, or that he had a pitched tent. All he knows now is to deal with this gay of a roommate who spied on him and his girlfriend. The tall 6ft 2 jock cornered Anton to the door.

“Go jerk to your boyfriend or something...oh that’s right! Even a FAG like you doesn’t have one!”

Anton was in tears, he remembered the countless dates that he had, alongside the taunts made by this douchebag Kevin who somehow managed to wolf his way into his life throughout college. He had to get out of there..., quickly opening the door and running back to the bedroom, locking it.

“I...I have to call Cherry...”

As he typed for her number, a sudden ringing notification popped up for the name Chelsea. Must be a typo when he was saving Cherry’s contact right? Cause that number definitely was Cherry’s.

“Anton....”

“What happened?”

Almost suddenly, his mind shrugged off of whatever his homophobic roommate had said. His best friend was weak right now, he had to help her.

Gripping ahold of the phone, he didn’t notice the warm tanned spot spreading on his palms, down his wrists every second as he held the cellphone.

“Samantha...called me a dyke.”

“Samantha?”

“You know! My roommate, the one that’s dating yours!”

It made sense now, the two of them bonded over how much they despised their roommates bullying...and the strangeness of how the douchebag jock and queen bee couple somehow always interfered in their respective love lives...

Clutching the phone tighter, his wrists tightened as definition thickened his forearms. Curling his biceps subconsciously, toning strongly till they were the size of baseballs.

“Yeah Kevin was such a douche, had to defend myself from him tryin’ to whoop me...”

“Yeah, had to backflip and dodge Samantha’s attacks. Didn’t feel good knowing she still holds a grudge about me being a dyke.”

Heh, he knew his best friend could handle herself. She was still a cheerleader in training, but could whoop Samantha’s arrogant butt anytime. Must also be her half asian genetics like his.

Sitting up straighter, Aiton’s broad shoulders filled out his sweater, which almost ripped if it was not for that white stain sealing up the cracks. That white stain...which came from Kevin...right? Was there a stain?

The white coloration spread all across the attire, shrinking up the sleeves to simply resting just below his shoulders, accentuating his large biceps which he proudly admired. Alongside his large back which occupied his entire bed...wait, didn’t he?

Taking a closer look at his bedroom...wait, looking DOWN at his bedroom. He was on the upper bed of a double decker, with training equipment at the side and a couple of sports memorabilia which looked reminiscent of the recreational room.

Yeah of course that douchebag Kevin had to have most of the room with his crap...though it was not all bad. He worked out quite often during his spare time...outside of that artsy degree he had no idea why he took...did he take an artsy degree? He shrugged, doesn’t matter, he worked out.

Anyways it showed, leaning back and taking full charge of the entire bed. At least he was the alpha HERE! Listening to what his best friend spoke...though she was mostly talking about drama with her roommate, not the kind of thing he was interested in.

But he always liked her voice...

“At least...I think I like girls? But that was an accident! I don’t like Samantha!”

Aiton nodded, unsure of what to say, but felt...pretty cool about it. Crossing his legs, as he saw those large trunks that trained...almost like for years. They which reached the end of the bedside, as those khakis lengthened and stretched into XL sweatpants...gotta snatch that back his junk from Kevin later, but not now. He was cool, now. Kicking off his large trainers which went-

CLUNK CLUNK!

As they hit the floor, wiggling his size 12 feet beneath those white socks. Kevin could insult him all he wants later, it was his room too. The fledgeling Jock can say whatever he wants to anybody, and he says-

“You were like ‘I think I like girls’, sounded pretty dyke to me.”

Aiton smirked, teasing the cheerleader from across the phone. He always liked doing that, he was in charge after all.

He knew how icky the two cheerleaders felt towards homosexuals...but then again, wasn’t he a bit rude towards them as well? Not as bad as Kevin but an occasional joke here and there meant nothing right?

“Who you callin’ dyke, Fag?”

“Who you callin’ Fag, Dyke?”

Okay...maybe he didn’t like being called Fag either. But it was just insults between him, Cherlse, and Kevin and Samantha. Anyone else and they answer TO HIS FISTS....except maybe ladies...especially hot babes.

He began to palm himself, and as he kneaded his hard rocket, he sneered in disgust over a rainbow wristband on his wrist. He blinked, in its faggy place was a white sports watch. His rocket doubled up in size, while darkening in tan, its always time to be a Jerk, just like his Bro Kevin.

“You know i get weak when you use my own words~”

Cherlsea opened up her phone webcam, and Aidon did the same. Both smirking at the other. The Jock knew it was always ladies first, but he was a Jerk so-

“Oh damn...she’s hot!”

“Of course I am, do I still look pretty dyke to you~?”

Watching her seductively pose on her bed, it felt like ages since he had seen a woman like that! In that revealing tank and double Ds he could just!

SQUEEZE!

“Oooaahhh!”

Squeezing his own chest, feeling rock solid muscle layering his nipples, pectorals filling his sports shirt massively like the man he was. Feeling those abdominals as a well deserved 6 pack emerged from years of crunches.

“I....I NEED RELEASE!”

“So hawt~”

“I...I AINT A FAG!”

“Course you aren’t hunky~you are so hawt, ooooooaaaaah!”

The Queen Bee’s second in command had let out her mating’s call, the asian babe was too much for the Douchebag Jock’s right hand man, and vice versa. As their desires linked up, with the help of a fortune cookie they ate prior, they were about to finally be set into motion.

Each of them felt a tight stinging to their holes simultaneously. As the Asian Jock’s butt hole tightened, the Cheerleader’s lady hole expanded. Like a trade of preferences, but that is not all.

As testosterone pumped in the man, churning larger sacks, as he watched his babe’s hair lengthen, his shrunk, and BUZZED off the sides and back, leaving a stylish gelled top, maintained with a pair of shavers, scissors, and his Bro. Not actually brothers, but they were asian , jocks, and total jerks. Wouldn’t be surprised if they were related.

Speaking of Asian, his tan had bathed his facial features alongside the rest of his body. Cleansing the GAY away from him as his jaw hardened into a fierce square. His lips snarled in momentary disgust, before his raising his cheeks, as that scowl shifted to an arrogant smirk as he watched his girlfriend do the same.

“Ooooaaaaaah~”

His brows complimented his prominent features, as they frowned, closing his eyes as his girlfriend’s moan was too much to bear...he needed RELEASE! RELEASE!

“OAAAAAAAH!”

Aidan Long expelled a thick goo from below, as his eyes gave way to a thin fierce asian dark brown. Staring into the ceiling in a haze...before the sounds of his lover’s panting sent him back to reality.

“Man...that feels good, but still miss our hot damn ‘Dragon and Empress’ sessions before all this happened.”

“Yeah totally...stuck with bestie the whole day is fun and all but...she and your douche roommate keep doing it all day.”

“Caught him jerkin’ off too jus now...”

“Whaaaaaat! Omg same, saw Samantha doing that too!”

“Course...nothin’ beats my empress...”

“Same for you too...my long muscular dragon.”

Almost instantly, the doors slammed open. Of course, Kevin had the spare keys to the bedroom too, and he was sneering right at the door.

“AND YOU SAY IM A FAGGOT!”

“SHADDUP KEV! YOU GAY!”

“NO YOU GAY!”

“HAHAHA!”

The two jocks laughed arrogantly, before sneering at each other. The two of them were thirsty, and they understood and respected that.

“Ohhh almost forgot, mwah mwah mwah!”

“Mwah mwah mwah back to you GAY!”

Kevin left the room, most likely going to order more of that Chinese take out or something. Doesn’t matter to Aidan though...he was friends with the man, but he wasn’t INTO INTO him.

“I swear this stay at home thing is turning me gay...”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with some bonding sessions. Me and Samantha are pointing each other’s nails later on, and that isn’t DYKE!”

“Yeah, should probably binge watch soccer with that douche. Felt like We haven’t did a sports marathon in ages!...No homo of course.”

The two of them chatted for a while more, loving the company of the other intimately as they teased one another like the lovers they are.

But they eventually have to go to other stuff. And by stuff he wants to do, is CHILL.

“Love you hunky, talk to you l8r!”

The Jock simply posed to the camera,and spoke.

“Stay Straight Babe”

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 4 years

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Infinity War (6)

CHAPTER 6: TRUST

Loki & The Avengers

Summary: A work inspired by @queencfthestarsdrfoster ‘s post of the universe where Loki is alive and Thor is avenged.

Series: Will contain all- and more- that we saw in Infinity War. Will not contain smut and fluff for obvious reasons. Might contain weird humor though.

Chapter content: story time. emotions time. new science bros time?

Warnings: talk about the past

Word count: So my cousin wanted to make sure I knew how to smoke before I wasted his precious joint. I wasted good five drags of his cigarette because I kept ‘mouth-fagging’ (heard that for the first time) but when it came to the joint, I kinda (in my sister-in-law’s words) aced it. Now, this in no way means any of you little ones reading this are encouraged to do this. I am a twenty-five year old idiot who does not know how to breathe right. You guys are better than me. And I kinda impressed my cousin by showing them Tari’s little pet. Hehe.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

“We’ll be landing in ten minutes. You better have something up your sleeve for these people.”

Loki smirks at Rhodey. “Is our beloved Captain going to be there?” The curiosity is laced with pure mischief. So much that even Tony can smell it from the cockpit.

Rhodey crosses his arms across his chest and tilts his head at the God. “What is it with you and Steve? You have a crush on him or something?”

Loki shrugs and leaves the silence to be taken as whatever answer they please. Giving up, Rhodey walks and seats himself down in the cockpit next to Tony, who does not seem as welcoming to the company. “What are you doing here? Go in sit the back with the Grinch.”

“Relax, he’ll be fine,” Rhodey reassures, lying back into the seat.

“I didn’t mean-”

“I know who you mean. The wizard is back there too.”

“That guy is on some meditative high floating about like-”

“Relax!”

Loki looks in the direction before easing himself into his seat. The soft streak of light coming in from ahead falls on his dehydrated and wounded skin. For a simple moment, the warmth on his face feels beautiful. It feels free. This star always had a different effect on him; to the point that Loki closes his eyes for a brief moment and soaks up as much of that warmth as it can. His Jotun form feels a different comfort for those minute specs of time and all the memories of the day he has had, float in the space of his mind. No noise. Just the inaudible pictures running at a slow pace, every grain of colour remembered just as it was. Every fire, every explosion, every tear down the eyes, every tear in the enemy’s skin, every drop of blood lost, every drop of blood avenged. The space shows it all till it brings him back on earth, in this jet, under the sun rays falling on him till he starts to feel a chill on his neck.

Loki opens his eyes and sighs, tired as he is. He knows what is the cause of his discomfort- nothing harmless. It’s just that he is still not used to the little human looking at him with the curiosity of a child with those huge dark eyes and surprisingly not scared of him or judging him unlike his father. Scratch that; from his mentor.

“I know you are curious,” Loki utters, his head still resting on the headrest of the seat, tired of life in general, “just ask what you want.”

Peter’s eyes light up, his body adjusting itself in the seat next to Loki on its own. “Oh, okay,” he begins, making Loki wonder in slight surprise how long has this kid been holding himself back, “why did Thanos use you in Battle of New York? How did he get to you? Like did he leave you a text or something or was a like a proper meeting where he called you in his dungeon? Or did he booby trap you to get there? And once you said no, did he like put some spell on you? And why didn’t you tell your brother about it? Thor would’ve helped you, right? And I heard he’d taken you back to Asgard once the battle ended. So, like, you guys must have talked then. Thor must know about Thanos too. Did you make a plan on how to take him down? Are there more necklaces out there like Doctor Strange has? What do they do? Are they here? On earth? Will Thanos be coming to earth to get them? Do we make up a battle plan to stop him? Will we be able to stop him? If we don’t stop him what’s gonna happen?”

Peter finally breathes, something Loki is surprised to witness. Such concern weighing down those young bright eyes. And to think he once had the same fervour. Once. The pocket dimension is accessed to bring out a green packet. Peter eyes it as pale fingers tear it apart from one side to reveal little violet spheres inside, their smell reaching those inquisitive little nostrils.

“Here,” Loki offers them to him.

“Kids don’t take things from strangers here,” Tony announces from the cockpit. Rhodey looks back while Strange opens one eye to observe whatever it is Loki holds.

“It’s chocolate, Stark. Calm down and fly your toy. Take one while you’re at it. It will help get rid of your anxiety for a while,” the God declares.

“It’s fine, Stark,” Strange adds, going back into his meditative pose, “it’s harmless.”

Peter has already popped one in his mouth, the expression on his face reflecting- without any filters- how good it must be. “It’s better than any I’ve ever tasted before!”

Loki smiles at him, feeling one softly crunch under his teeth. With a content sigh, he begins.

“Before the battle of New York, the last time I saw my family was when I tried to take over Asgard. I had a falling out with my...with the Allfather. And Thor. He was to be announced the king by Odin but I felt it was not the right thing to do because he was not ready to take over that role yet. So, I did what I thought the best. I conspired with the Jotuns. They are...were at one time a species bent on dominating the world, monsters in the eyes of all. I did so to delay Thor’s kingship and destroy the Jotuns once and for all. What I did not know at that time was that I...was one of them.”

“The Jotuns?”

“Yes. I was a Jotun who, when an infant, had been taken away by Odin to be raised as his own. I had been abandoned by my father because unlike those frost giants, I was weak and small and hence a disgrace to the king to whom I was born as a son. So, I was left at the alters of forgotten temples where Odin decided my fate after he won the battle against the Jotuns. I was raised just like my brother to look at the frost giants as monsters; the greatest evil of the world. Once I realised what I was, and tried to do right by...Odin, I killed my father, the Jotuns and when that did not suffice...I killed myself.”

Loki can see the emotions brewing in Peter’s eyes. He notices the silence going further than just these puppy eyes, at the foreign ears pretending to be in a world of their own but paying full attention to whatever history is unfurling around them.

“Then?” Peter is almost too afraid to ask.

“Then the universe decided to intervene,” he continues, “I was supposed to die once sucked into a wormhole. But somehow I survived. I figured it was the accelerated healing due to the Jotun blood that flows through me. Or maybe it was a magic that had long protected me from the world. Either way, I found myself on a barren moon, half alive, waiting to die till it felt much arduous than living itself. I gathered whatever strength I had to walk. And walk I did till I found the lowest of life living in the dark corners. I mixed within, to survive before I found resources to move to other planets and lay low. It was an easy task once I regained my strength. I was able to shapeshift into what people wanted to see. The underbelly of certain galaxies found my talents with magic quite useful, which got them objects nowhere within the reach of normal aliens and I got to live on the highest price paid for my efforts. They did not go unnoticed by the assassins who were looking for someone like me to do their bidding. The only downside was they belonged to Thanos and I was going to be paid in kind.”

“In kind?”

“In kind.”

“I don’t ge-oh...Oh...I’m so sorry.”

“Their kindness came with the price of my sanity. Not that I was a completely balanced being before. But Thanos made sure I was moulded into a weapon he could use to wage war on Earth to get him the stone he desired. The space stone. It was-”

“In the tesseract that SHIELD discovered with Captain Rogers,” Peter quips in enthusiastically before he absorbs the hint of amusement lining Loki’s face. “I uh...went through some of their files,” he whispers.

“Illegally?” Loki asks in a whisper himself, bending a little in the little one’s direction.

“...maybe,” Peter shrugs, making Loki chuckle. “Good boy.” The praise takes him by surprise, but it makes his eyes lighter nonetheless.

“Now, Thanos would have invaded earth ages ago if he wanted to. But he did not do it because the last time his henchmen tried to, someone had sent them running back with their tails between their legs. Some say it was a witch that glowed. Others said it was a demon. And the ones with brittle egos announced that the earth had sent a God in the shape of a woman to throw them off their guard. Of course, I thought they were making excuses until I saw it for myself.”

“How?”

“It’s a whole story for another day, child. But to be brief, Barton helped me understand a lot of this planet’s history when he was under the influence of the mind stone. And Nicholas Fury has been one busy man.”

“Son of a bitch,” curses come flying from the front of the jet, “I knew it.”

“So, I was a mere pawn in Thanos’ plan to invade earth. I was controlled and forced to bend to his wishes of procuring the stone in exchange for my life. He was inside my head the entire time I was here on earth. Except for all the moments the sceptre was separated from me. That was the only time I was able to keep a part of my conscience alive and sane enough to think of ways to survive while making sure the stones never got into Thanos’ hands again.”

The blue ocean gives way to African lands beneath them, deserts and grasslands stretching for miles. The sun directly above them makes the inside of the flying machine glow brighter, striking off every reflective surface it can find once it finds its way through the glass. And in that brightness, a thought washes away those long-forgotten anxious bugs sitting in some dark corners of Tony’s mind. The bugs that had sucked on his own rationality ever since the battle of New York. The questions he wanted to ask the God himself but never had the time or resources for it.

“It was you,” Tony declares as his dark honey eyes looked at some void in the distance outside, “you built the failsafe in the portal.”

“Of course, I built the failsafe in the portal. What am I, a monster?” Loki scoffs in Tony’s direction, clearly being bothered by the fact that it only dawned the genius now. “Doctor Selvig helped me with the restricted technology you people had and I made sure there was a way to stop the attack. And a way to stop me. And not to mention I could not have let the earth be destroyed or I would not have heard the end of it from Thor or his girlfriend.”

“Oh tone it down, Maleficent, you killed Phil,” Tony fumes.

“Oh relax, he is alive!” Loki sings back, annoyed.

The jet feels a turbulent jerk before finding its balance but throwing Strange off his. Turning on autopilot, Tony gets up and walks in the back to face Loki. “What did you just say?”

Loki can see all the shades slowly crawling over Tony’s face- anger, denial, resentment, shock, more denial, fury…

“Go ahead,” Loki challenges, “ask Fury.”

“...you killed eighty people.”

“Collateral damage. I’m not a saint either.”

Only the hum of the engine makes up for this deafening silence between these two that makes Rhodey, Peter and Strange uncomfortable. Soon enough, Tony sits down opposite Loki, taking all three of them by surprise.

“Ignoring that statement for now,” Tony narrowed his eyes at Loki, “after Thor took you back-”

“I was imprisoned, Thor’s girlfriend discovered the aether and my mother was killed, the dark elves were destroyed and Thor was given the freedom to go back to the love of his life.”

“That was you too, wasn’t it?” Tony added without a pause. “You sent Thor away. And if I’ve seen the pattern correctly, you sent the aether away and kept the Tesseract on Asgard.”

Loki lets the smirk play on his lips. He is impressed by Stark’s deductions and the same time is internally a little envious of not having met this man during a better time. The things we could have achieved together.

“Yeah,” Tony nods only slightly, giving that two-second smirk that vanishes as quickly as it had appeared, “smart move. Sending your family away. Keeping the stones apart. Thor told me his father made peace treaties when he left. So, adding to the previous list you increased Asgard’s defences in case Thanos ever came looking for you or the stones there.”

“Stop before you start sounding impressed, Stark,” Loki mentions with a gentle smile, “this colour does not suit you.”

“Rest it, daddy issues,” Tony chimes, “I’m only appreciating your strategies. Not really a fan of this persona. Never have been.”

Loki does not miss the tick in Tony’s beard as his fingers move in some calculative thought. “What has been bothering me is you had it all- every piece of information on that bastard and never once did you bother to warn anyone. Not even your brother. Do you have any idea how much lives could have been saved had you kept your fucking ego aside and tried to make amends for all the crap you put people through.”

It isn’t much but the reflection of the warm glow from the sun outside touches Loki’s eyes enough to reflect a veiled pain behind those few fast blinks and the movement of his fingers on his other palm. If hadn’t been for his own experience, Tony would have missed reading Loki’s shallow breaths, the urge to fight off the tears building in those tired edges, the sweat collecting on his neck.

“Tell me honestly, Anthony Stark,” Loki states, catching Tony off guard for a fraction of second, “Why, for the love of all things alive, did you not tell your family about the threat you saw coming earlier? And when you did, what exactly did they do?”

Tony opens his mouth just to shut it back up, a thing out of the usual for the people who know this man all too well. He stands up, turns around, only to turn back at Loki and point his finger at him, to try and speak again. And again, he fails. Hands on his hips, he clinches his jaw. “That doesn’t make us the same.”

“Oh, no, it does not,” Loki agrees, “it only shows our shortcomings. Battles on the field are much easier to run into than the battles in our minds.”

There is much disbelief internally but a part of him cannot help but look at Loki in a new light. And Tony curses this part again and again for no reason but the imminent truth that comes out of that Silvertongue.

“We’re here,” Rhodey announces from the cockpit, trying to get Tony to come back and breathe.

“Don’t listen to any advice he gives you,” Tony warns Peter, making the boy nod in uncertainty and the God chuckle in delight. Tony goes back but not before he has taken those exotic chocolates from Peter’s grasp. “First rule of stranges, kid!”

“Those are chocolates, Mr Stark,” Peter whines as he watches Tony walk to the cockpit and take a seat.

He pops one in his mouth, feeling the silken magic work in his mouth.

“You ready?” Rhodey asks his friend, “you’re going in a completely foreign country with a criminal, a magician and a whole lot of unresolved emotions with Cap.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it,” Tony remarks, popping another one in his mouth.

“Dammit, why are they so good!” He whispers in surprise, making his best friend roll his eyes and pray for whatever was about to come.

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shikastemari · 6 years

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smoking hot - s. n.

pairing: shikamaru nara x reader

request:

word count: 1,644

warnings: hot make out sesh?

when it happens: after kakashi became rokudaime

a/n: i have a huge test tomorrow and here i am writting fanfic, what am i doing with my life? and i don’t know if you wanted the make out like rough or just mentioning it so i decided to make a hard one hehe hope you like it.

masterlist on my profile bio

You were sitting on the grass, feeling the wind play with your hair as your eyes were shut. With a cigarette on your left hand, you pulled in a deep drag of your freshly-lit cigarette, closing your eyes at the burn. Most people wouldn't understand, but smoking actually help you to calm down. Working on Konoha Torture and Interrogation Force was damn hard, even though Ibiki always complimented you about your skills. The truth was you have done some things you would rather forget, and smoking just helped easing your mind.

Heavy steps took you from your thoughts. With a bang, you felt someone sitting next to you. You didn't have to open your eyes to know it was your smoke buddy, but today he was unusually late. Opening your left eye, you glanced over a jaw clenched Shikamaru, his hands were grabbing the grass on the ground tightly, pulling some with his strength. A put out cigarette was hung on his lips.

"Wow, someone is in a good mood today," you teased, but he just scoffed as he grabbed his lighter from his pocket and tried to light it up. He tried one, two, three, four times, but his lighter didn't work. He threw the object on the nearest tree, leaving a hole on it.

"Bad day, huh?" Your eyebrows arched, as you watched the stressful boy next to you. He didn't bother to ask for your lighter, getting closer to you, he put his hand on your pocket and grabbed it himself. "That bad?"

"Bad life," he finally spoke, he shuffled his feet as he exhaled loudly, more a groan than anything else, and you knew exactly how he felt.

You remembered the day you asked Anko how you were supposed to live peacefully with your line of work. She caught you completely off guard when she answered you weren't. Some people have to carry the weight of the bad things, so others can live peacefully. Looking at Shikamaru now, you knew that was exactly what she was talking about. Since the day you two met randomly on this exactly place, trying to run away from a second from your obligations, you understood it wasn't as easy as people thought to be the Hokage's advisor. It always took its tolls on him.

“You’re staring again.” His voice was cut like rock salt.

"Not my fault if you are smoking hot, Shika." you grinned at him, but he didn't mimicked your action. "Wanna talk about it?" you asked, knowing he would refuse. He couldn't talk to you about his work just like you couldn't talk to him about yours. He was fully aware you were one of the best of your division, being encountered him and Kakashi-sama many times to report your missions and some other stuff you couldn't easily report, but Shikamaru Nara was the smartest person you've met in your life and you were sure he knew you also had things you couldn't tell him.

Smoking together by now were kind of your thing together. That was literally the only hour on the day you two could have a break, and you always passed it with a cigarette in your hands. It didn't take much until you two became friends, talking about everything and nothing simultaneously. You ended up being very fond of the smart guy next to you, this being the feeling you always held on too during dark times.

He shook his head, sighing deeply. You pull in a big drag and threw the smoke on his face, earning a nasty glance from him. If you weren't good as noticing details, you could almost not be aware of him almost smiling at what you have done. "Not even this is helping today, what a drag," he stated, looking at the fag on his hand. He dropped his head back to look at the sky. Shikamaru was used to watch the clouds, but today the sun was out and there wasn't a single one in the blue sky.

"I just don't know how to let this..." he trailed off, scratching the back of his head. "Stress go."

As you glanced over him, you could swear you felt your heart shrink, you wanting his pain to go away. Shikamaru meant so much to you that you were certain about one thing: if you could take away all his pain and bear it yourself, you would without hesitation.

"I think I can help you," the words left your throat before you could even pound them. You took one last good drag, tossing the cigarette away, not before than checking it wasn't burning anymore. That was not the kind of wildfire you wanted to start in that particular moment.

"How?" he asked, in a disbelief tone. "Are you going to find another person to advise Kakashi? Because I don't think there is someone more suitable for the job th-" you shut his mouth by brushing your lips together. His whole body froze next to you, his breath becoming uneven. For a moment, you regretted the stupid idea, what if he never wanted to kiss me?

You broke the kiss so you could both breathe, looking down to see how shaky your hands were. Your mouth opened to apologize about the kissing out of nowhere idea, but he quickly pulled you against him and smashed his lips against yours. He grabbed your waist, sitting you on his lap, positioning each leg on one side of him.

In a matter of seconds you two started to kiss quicker, with more passion. Shikamaru bit your lip, asking you for permission to enter. You eagerly consenting by opening your mouth to let his tongue start exploring your mouth. You met his in the middle, the tongues fighting over dominance which Shikamaru soon won. He brought her closer to him - like it was possible, it seemed like your body were glued to his - as he kissed you harder, grabbing your ass in the process. When it happened, you couldn't fight the urge you felt to laugh against his mouth.

"What?" he asked, his brows knitted.

"Honestly, Shika, I have pictured us two kissing in a lot of different scenarios," your mouth found its way to his neck, your breath making him shiver. "I never thought it would be this..." you stopped, not finding the right word to describe it.

"Smoking hot?" he tried, smiling as his both hands started to play with the hem of your dark green jacket. You brushed your lips against his neck, before giving him a lovebite and making Shikamaru moan in the process. For sure, it would leave a mark but he didn't seem to care. His eyes were now locked on yours. His heart was beating so faster you could actually feel it against your own chest.

"It seems I have failed my plan, you don't seem relaxed," you whispered.

"I swear to you, y/n, in my life, I don't think I have ever been more excited for a plan that went wrong," he told you, before crushing his lips again on yours. A low moan escaped your mouth, which made the kiss more intense. Your hands were inched into his shirt, trailing them his body down.

"Fuck," he slightly said against your mouth as his hands grabbed your thigh, his fingers rubbing it gently. Before things could become more, well, intense, you heard someone approaching you both. The two of you were so focused on each other that you completely forgot about the surroundings.

"Shikamaru, Kakashi-sensei ne-" a blonde boy came out of one tree, stopping when his eyes finally saw the two of you. He swallowed hard, dodging his ocean blue eyes to a rock next to him. "I am so sorry, Kakashi told me to look for you because he needs you."

You tried to move away from his lap, but Shikamaru's grip on your thigh became tighter. "I am on my break, Naruto," he hissed at the boy.

"Kakashi said it was urgent," Naruto's cheek were blushing so hard, you felt bad for him. Making Shikamaru let you go, you stand up and offer Naruto a big smile.

"Hi, I am y/n," you moved towards him. "I am Shika's friend."

"Friend?" Naruto repeated you, his brow arched. You couldn't help but laugh. "I would like to be your friend, too," he smiled, teasingly.

One second later, Shikamaru was behind you, his right hand placed on your waist. You ignored the electricity running through your body, clearly wanting more and more of him, that make out session wasn't even the tip of the iceberg of what you desired. Naruto turned and started to walk away as Shikamaru leaned in to give you a kiss right below your ear.

"We haven't finished it yet," he whispered. "Thank you for giving me something to think about in stressful situations."

"You are very welcome," you shot him a grin, not before giving him a quick peck on his lips. "Same time tomorrow?"

"Shikamaru, you coming?" Naruto asked.

"Yes," he answered, and you weren't sure if his answer was for you or Naruto. All it took was one last deep stare in his eyes and you knew it was definitely for you.

"Do you think she could be my friend too? Lord knows I need one like her," Naruto elbowed Shikamaru once he reached him. Naruto's eyes stopped on Shikamaru's neck, the exactly place you had bitten him. "Or at least me tell me how you manage to find a friend like that."

All you could see was his back, but you were sure Shikamaru was smiling when he opened his mouth. "Forget Naruto, she is too much for you and there is no one like her."

Pleased by his answer, you light up another cigarette, very excited by tomorrow encounter.

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so roommmates part4

The drink started flowing a lot faster when they got sat in the vip bit , Alex sat next to anyha now and then his hand would brush her leg but she didn’t think much of it, Marco kept looking between them that would go back to his chat with Travis “well look who showed up” Katheryn spoke looking at James with his arm around his wife “babysitting problems” she spoke looking at him , Alex and the rest of the cast broke out laughing, anyha just looked around at them “don’t you mean that you just wanted to fuck you wife” Alexandria shoutouts laughter erupted from the table “well what can I say I have a beautiful wife” Jamey said as he let his wife sit down and he taking the set next to her “hope it was a good fuck” Travis said ,

Anyha was dancing in her set to the music “fuck it who coming to dance with me” she looked around the table , the girl all got up so they could go and dance... out on the dance floor they was dancing sexy and anyha keep looking over at the table , the hole time Alex's eyes were on her and he kept biting his lip , seeing Marco whisper something in Alex ear she watched as Alex got up and made his way over to anyha “so their a lot more to you” she smiled sexy at him “their a lot you don’t know about me” Alex pulled her to his body dancing with her his hands slowly getting lower “ I know you been drinking Alex but don’t be a cunt” she spoke onto the shell of his ear , his hands came back up to her back “sorry” she turned around in his arms and the sway of her hips grinned up against his cock , Alex sucked in a sharp breath as she did this “your playing with fire” he breathes out “sorry drink makes me like this” she said stepping away from him “don’t be sorry” taking her hand and spinning her round then pulling her back into his body and swaying with her .

“Never seen him like this with a girl” James said to Marco , Marco looked over his drink at Alex and anyha then back to James “same here man something about her that he likes” they watched as they danced, “ but I don’t think they would sleep together” James looked at Marco “why that” Marco watched as Alex said something to anyha and Marco had idea what he had said to her “in his words, he don’t shit where he eats and from speak to anyha she don’t want to be the girl that fucked her way to the top and by the sound of it she got a man back home” “if she got a man back home and she almost giving Alex the fuck me eyes , I don’t think no man could keep her happy” Marco giggled at this , after knowing Alex for a long time he know there was something dark about Alex and he didnt keep girls for long and most of the girls that had been with Alex all had funny marks like bite marks and rope burn on them after spending the night with him. But Marco didnt say a thing about that because it was not his place and if his friend was happy then what could he say.

Marco got up and made his way to the bar for some shot getting three he necked his and taking the other two to Alex and anyha “drink up” he said passing one to Alex and then to anyha they both nodded and drank them , anyha pulled a face “oh god what was that” they laughed at her “cherry bomb” “ god I think you just killed me with that” still making a face as she said this the boys just laughed at her , the night was going good everyone was happy have fun and drinking “has someone got lighter?” Anyha said as she got up to go out to have a fag “yes I will come with you” Alex said grabbing his jacket.

Outside

“Thank You alex and thanks for inviting me out ” she handed him the lighter back “i couldn’t not invite you, your the new girl” he smiled at her brushing some hair behind her ear , she blush at him as he did this , her phone started ringing “hello, yes am free tomorrow, we’ll I will see you there then bye love ya” she looked at him as something in his eyes looked hurt “ my girls are coming to see me tomorrow “ “ oh didn’t want it to be a boyfriend hehe” she giggled at him “ no no boyfriend for me not after the last knobhead I dated, don’t get me wrong the sex was good but the always wanting to know where I was that was not good” “sound like a real ass” they laughed at this “shit it getting cold” she rubbed her arms , before she could say something alex had put his jacket on her shoulders “that will keep you warm” pulling around her body “please tell me am not going to get a girl going mad at me in the morning” shaking his head “ Marco maybe but no girlfriend ... Marco is the close thing I have to a girlfriend” she smiled at him “Marco I can take , just give him food and he happy” there was a flash from a phone and behind the phone was Katheryn “yes got a pic” she showed them it was a cute pic of them talking “this is going on my Instagram” she snapped some more pictures with them and put some of the pictures on her story “so what we all doing after this” Katheryn asked “well I would like to go home got to be up in the morning so I will be getting a taxi soon” anyha said “let me walk you to the taxi place ok” “aww am a big girl Alex but yes you can walk me” as they walk inside anyha walk to the table “hey guys going to head of home but It been a goodnight and thank you all for making me feel welcome” she hug all the cast members as her and Alex when to go James shouted them “Alex where you going” Alex looked back at him “walking her to the taxi office” he smiled at him “ok man of you say so , best be back in 30 minutes or less” James said with a knowing smile on his face , Alex shakes his head and walk off after anyha.

#so roommate #part4 #ivar lothbrok #ivarxco #alex høgh andersen #fan #fanfic

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minsquare-blog1 · 7 years

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Chapter 4

Twlight Moon sky

It wasn't like i felt anything. Sitting in jail. Looking out the window. You might ask yourself. Why am i here? I guess i killed someone.. My two best friends.. Shyriu..And leen. On their 18th birtday I guess..I kinda owed Shyriu my life. Where to start? I guess when i was born. You know there are other worlds out there. So i was born on a world called 'Darkite'. There were the poor and the weathly the poor weren't alowed to talk to the weathly. But my mom and dad talked. They even made me. My world went to war once they found out i was born. So my mom sent me to this world. Where i could have a life without war. I crashed here. On this world. Terra. A young woman found me. She was working on a haunted house looking for ghosts. She was inlove with a man named Vincent. He was...So hansom A year later those two moved into the house. Since she liked the house so much. Vincent and her adopted me. They didn't want spria to find me. Spira was basicly the FBI for this world. I was from another world..And they knew that. I looked more like Vincent. Red eyes..Black hair. I mean..Red eyes aren't normal for this world. But whatever. I was maybe 7 when my adopted mom and Vincent got into a big fight. She did have a son with some else.. And she ran off with the father of that son. Leaving me and Vincent. I grew up..Without really knowing her. I knew Vincent really loved her. More then anything. After 10 years i knew he still missed her. She saved his life. He would always tell me that story. How they always went on date..And he wanted to marry her. Luci...Was her name. The same year she left i met shyriu.. And leen. They became my best friends within a week. When we were 10. Leen make us all necklaces. Mine was a dark red flower. Shyriu's was yellow. And leen's was pink. We all shared everything. By age 13 i started falling inlove with Shyriu. He was just so perfect for me. A year later Leen asked him out. He said sure. I felt so broken. I wanted him to be with me. I hid in my room for a week. Not even a month later Shyriu saw how hurt i was and broke up with leen..You didn't have to do that Shyriu..I'd be with you in heaven so..All 3 of us..Together again..To bad i can't die. I tried so many times. Suicude...Getting killed by the cops. nothing.

I guess i should start my story. Quit my mindless talks. Like i use to do with Shyriu... i was about 17 when this happend. My birthday was in Octotber. This was in the summer. Well the begining of summer. Around may. Finals were comming up. Not like i cared. School is just a place to baby sit you till your 18. Anyway. Shyriu always walked me home from school. Today he was walking me home. We had just dropped Leen off. My house was far into the woods. Right before i walked inside he grabbed my arm. "Twlight.." I looked at him. "Be my girlfriend" He looked into my red eyes. I blinked. "Okay.." He hugged me. "Thank you.." He whispered in my ear. He ran back to his house. I walked into the kitchen. If i could i would use this place as a haunted house. I laughed as i walked to get a drink. Vincent stood in the door way. "I hear you.." I said as i poured myself some wine. "You shouldn't be drinking that" "You shouldn't be telling my what to do..Your not my real dad.." I said as i took a sip. He grabbed the glass from my hand. "Room..Now" Uhg why does he always tell me what to do? "No..You can't tell me what to do..Dick" His eyes flashed a bright red. I knew that meant he was pissed. I grabbed my bag and ran up the stairs. I sat on the floor of my room for a hour. I looked out the window. I went to lock my door. I ran to the window and unlocked it. Vincent can't tell me what to do. I jumped out the window and ran to Shyriu's house. By the time i got there it was dark. I knocked on the door. His little sister Aria opened the door. "Is..Shyriu here?" I asked. She closed the door. I stood there waiting for him. i heard a window open. "What you doing here sweet stuff?" He said as he sat on his window smoking something. I smiled. "Looking for a little fun" He got away from the window. I climbed up on the side of the house. I rolled into his room. It was your normal emo room. Posters everywhere. I loved him for that. My best friend...And boyfriend. "Leen should be here soon.." He said as he poured me some drink. I smiled at him. "You think we have some time for fun?" He looked at me. "What kind of fun?" I shrugged. He picked up a ligher. "Wanna smoke?" I shook my head. We heard a knock on the door. "Shyriu? you in there?" It was leen. He grabbed my hand. "Come with me.." He opened his window again and we jumped out in and ran. We ran to the beach. He slid down in the sand. Making me fall with him. He looked at the night sky with all the stars out. "It's nice..Isn't it?" I looked up at the sky too. "Nice..Like you" He said as he looked at me. I looked at him. He Kissed me. My phone rang. I looked at it. 'leen' I just threw my phone and kept kissing Shyriu. We just made out on the beach for awhile. His phone rang. It was leen. He sighed. "Ey Leen? Oh Twilight? She's with me..Her..Dad wants her? Ugh..She just ran off..Maybe to go home" He hung up on leen. "Your dad wants you.." He looked at the sand. "Maybe you should go.." I also looked at the sand. "Or stay here with me.." He looked at me. I got up and grabbed my phone. "I should go.."

The next morning i woke up in shyriu's room. I sat up holding my head. I saw him getting dressed. I looked at the clock. 6am. I looked at him again. Oh man..That's a nice ass. I put my long black hair behind my ears. He put his shirt on then looked at me. "Oh..How long have you been watching?" Hehe..Enough to get turned on. "I just got up.." He pointed to his couch. "There are some clothes..Leen left them." What happened last night? "C..Could you leave the room for a second?" I asked as i got up. He nodded. He left the room. I looked at the clothes. I put them on then looked at myself. I looked like a preppy fag. I just looked at myself. He knocked on the door. "You..Okay in there" I ran over to the door and opened it. He looked at me and laughed. "You look cute" He said as he hugged me. "We gotta get tho school now.." He grabbed his backpack. We left his house and walked to school. "EEEKKK SHYRIU!!" oh i forgot..Our friend Elia..She loved shyriu more then anything. Can she could get him. Since she was the queen and she could get anyone she wanted. She ran over to him and kissed him. He looked at me as she kissed him. "Oh..Don't you love me anymore Baby?" She asked. She was a bit younger then us. Her long blue hair was like a shitty scene kid's. Good thing we didn't have any classes together. The bell rang. Me and Shyriu ran to class. After school i saw Shyriu talking to leen. I ran over to them. "Hey.." Leen looked at me and smiled. "Hey..Your dad is fine with you staying at Shyriu's place.." Oh thank god. "But you should have told him before you left" Fuck her. "Listen here leen. I needed something fun. Not some bitch to tell me what to do. If i wanted some bitch to tell me what to do i'd look for my mom" I ran home. I opened a wine bottle and took it into my room. i drank the whole thing. I just sat on the floor drinking. I walked downstairs to throw the bottle out. I saw a picture of Luci, Vincent and me..I use to be such a good kid.

"Hey! Shyriu! Look at me!" I said as i kicked a ball into a rabbit hole. He laughed. When i was 10..It was so much fun. Everyone didn't care what we did. It was cute..When did i stop being cute? I don't remember. I threw the bottle away and looked in the woods. I wonder where Vincent was...I grabbed that picture. I took it to my room. I grabbed my lighter and some weed Shyriu gave me. I rolled the picture up and put weed in it. I lit it up. Smoking made me forget everything. I passed out on the floor. I woke up later that night. I looked at my phone 20 texts from Shyriu. I looked around. Life was the same. I heard a knock on my window. It was Shyriu. I got up and opened it. He jumped inside. "I texted you like...a thousand times!!" He yelled. I started to cry. "I'm sorry.. I'm ruining my life" I looked at the half burnt picture on the floor. He hugged me. "It's okay..Shh" I just cried.

The next two weeks were the same. Smoking drinking sleeping. Finals were next week. Then summer break and Shiyriu and leen's birthday. I asked Leen for forgivness. I knew i was mean. One day me and Shyriu were smoking in his room one day after school. "Hey.. Twlight?" He looked at me. "I think we need a break" I looked at him. "Till after finals..Then i'll buy you a ring to marry you" Why would he want a break? Maybe he didn't want me to bug him. I stood up. "Okay..A break for a week?" He nodded. "Before you go.." He looked in a box under his bed. He took out a necklace. It was in a heart shape. "Here.." He put it on me. "Open it.." I unlocked it and opened it. It had a picture of me and him in it. I looked up at him. "Thank you" I whispered. Finals came and went. I passed I got tickets for me, Leen, and Shyriu to see the robot our town was buliding. I heard it was big. Me and Elia covered their eyes as we walked there. Elia could just get in for free. We got past the guy at the gate. We walked down a long hall way. Then heard people running after us. "Hey Kid! you can't be in here" Elia looked at me. "What are we going to do?" Leen looked scared and held onto Shyriu. "You two run..Go find the robot" I told Shyriu and leen. The both nodded and ran off. Me and Elia stood blocking the way. Elia was a healer. She was once since she was little. And me? Only knew how to fight with knifes. "Go with them" Elia said "I'll told them off" I nodded and ran to go find them. I heard leen yelling at Shyriu to get down from the robot. My foot slipped i fell. I held onto the platform I heard people run in and get ready to shoot them. I looked up as i pulled myself up a little. Shyriu held Leen in his arms. The people shot them. I got myself up and ran over to them. I grabbed shyriu in my arms. Blood was everywhere. He coughed. "Twlight.." I brushed his hair away from his face. "Save your tears" I knew it. I was crying. "I'll come back" He said before he finally died in my arms. I looked over at leen. She was already gone. "You there!" yelled one of the guys who shot them. I kicked the guy off the platform and grabbed his gun. I amied it at the others "You bastards" I heard a clap come from the guys. Elia walked out. "Nice work men" She laughed. "Did..You do this?" I asked. She looked at leen and Shyriu. "If i can't have him..Then no one can" I shot her point blank. "Go to hell" One of the men ran off with her in their arms. I shot most of them I ran off after some were gone. I ran as far as i could. They caught me. Took me to jail. And as i sit here. Thinking of life. I can't help but think..It's my fault. I closed my eyes. I looked out the tiny cell window. The stars. They remind me of him. A tear fell down my face. i closed my eyes A knock came from the window. They broke it. It was a girl. "I can get you out of here" She held her hand out. I grabbed it. "I knew who Leen was. Big fan. I found Elia's old boyfriend." Boyfriend? She had one? She dragged me off to a grave yard. A guy was sitting by a grave on a hill. "How long was i there?" I asked the girl. "Two years" I shook my head and took the gun from her hand. "Who is that guy?" I pointed to the guy at the grave. "Her boyfriend..Fenrir" I shot him. "Go before i shoot you" The girl backed away then ran off. I walked home. I opened the door. It was unlocked. Weird. He doesn't normally keep it unlocked. I walked into the kitchen. Vincent was sitting on a chair drinking his pain away again. "Twlight?" He said. He looked shocked. "Yeah..Got stuck in jail" He shrugged. "You have mail.." He pointed to a letter on a small desk. I walked over to it. I opened it. A letter..From Shyriu... "I'll love you forever, Twlight.. Even in death i will. I know i'll die first but..Hey whatvever" I started to cry. "I didn't read that..But it must have touched you.." vincent said. I ran upstairs and packed my bags. I grabbed a box from under my bed. Blue and pink hair dye. I dyed it. It looked like cotton candy. I ran back down the stairs. "Daddy..I gotta go" "Wait.." He said as he got up. "You look like you haven't aged..at all" He sighed. "There is something i gotta tell you before you go..When luci and i were together..She gave you something..That won't let you age unless you find your soul mate..You aged... because of shyriu..He was your soul mate.." A tear fell down my face. "Now go..My daughter.." I nodded and ran off into the woods. Forgetting my life forever

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