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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3760 (chapter 48)

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48. this might've been just a dream, right?

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He says again, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Robert? What are you doing here?" You manage to say, feeling as if your whole body has gone numb. The kitchen almost starts spinning, and you feel your blood begin to boil.

"I invited Rob, he's a part of the family." Your father says, leaving Matt alone, and comes to stand next to Robert in the kitchen. Rob. Fucking Rob. Now it was only you against them both. Exactly the way it always has been.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, y/n?" Robert asks, eyes targeting Matt, his voice as sweet as honey. You're not gonna get the authority in this house, and he knows it all too well.

"Yeah, that's Matthew Murdock. My boss." You smile wickedly, watching everyone's eyes widen. "Murdock as in Nelson and Murdock attorneys office."

Matt tries to read the room, waiting for somebody to snap, but Robert only shakes his hand, obviously swallowing some other words.

"Your boss? Y/n, what-" your mother begins, but a single glare from your dad is enough to shut her up. The atmosphere changes immediately, and Matt feels like an outsider, as if he himself was sitting as a spectator in a courtroom, a mere watcher with no real influence on the Jury's final decision.

"I'm sorry, mind if I have a few words with my daughter?" Your father says, walking out of the kitchen, sparing all the pleasantries. He doesn't need to turn back and wait for you because he knows you'll follow.

"Excuse me." You mutter, walking past Matt. He asks for someone to show a way to the bathroom, so he could listen to you and your father talk without completely blanking out in front of others. It was unfair, cheating, using his powers for not a great cause, but he just couldn't be left out in a new environment. Not when it was you and him against the world.

"What? What boss? Mind explaining something to your father?" Harold closes the doors of his bedroom, not shouting or smashing things. But this calmness was always scarier than anger.

"What's there to explain? I work elsewhere now." You sit on the bed, unfazed.

"How long?"

"Two months or so."

"Why?" Yeah, this was the spitting image of a police interrogation.

"I got tired of kissing asses, especially Benowitz's." You simply shrug, holding strong eye contact.

"You had the world under your feet there and left for what? What does he even pay you?" Apparently one look was enough to crack Matt's character and social status.

"Not nearly enough, but I don't really care about money." A steady heartbeat.

"If you think that leaving Benowitz was a great idea, you're very wrong, kid. He's gonna crush that office of yours like a boot crushes an ant." Harold's voice was still unbelievably calm. Matt sits on the closed toilet seat to listen better. "What went wrong? You liked working there."

"He wanted me to give a false statement to the Jury. I refused."

"That's it?"

"Yes." Your heart skips a beat; but you don't desire explaining every 'silly' thing that lead to your resignation. Not now.

He scoffs and a thunder-like laugh leaves his chest. "Honey, if you think that everyone who works as a lawyer is a saint, then you still don't know shit about the world."

"If you thought I was gonna let a guilty party walk freely among everyone else, then you're..." Insane. Stupid. "Wrong."

"But it's not that, is it?"

Matt stiffens, trying to locate your heartbeat again.

"It's... Love, right?" Harold asks again, noticing your pink cheeks. He could always read you like an open book. "Oh, what have I told you after the last time?" A heavy sigh escapes him.

You break the eye contact with him, looking at your feet. The mattress next to you dips, and your face is pulled into your dad's chest. "I know. But it's different. It won't be like the last time." You whisper, your shoulders rigid and unable to release the tension. 

"I want to believe it. But I have a feeling that this time it will be worse."

"No, I promise."

"You don't have to promise me anything. Promise to yourself." He rubs your shoulder with the free hand, thinking over his next words. "Listen, I know that it never worked out with Robert... Although I really wish it did. But I'm not gonna press you this time."

"Who are you and what did you do to my father?" You pull away to look him in the eyes and he wipes the tears from your face.

"I want what's best for my only daughter."

Matt furrows his eyebrows. So many questions and no answers. He understood that the past is better left behind, but not knowing a lot about you was frustrating. 

*** 

The dinner was nice. Apart from the occasional glares thrown at you and Matt from one of the three. You sat next to Matt, who was seated right across Robert, next to your father, facing you, and your mother by his side. Robert was acting like a real man should - he listened, asked questions, commented something on the game that was shown on TV; to a mere watcher, it would've looked like Robert and Matt got along just perfectly. But the tension was hanging thickly around them, as you suspected it would.

Your father was mostly silent, but when he talked, he only asked questions. Questions you didn't particularly enjoy. When you told him about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, now crowned as Daredevil, about how the whole gang of Nelson and Murdock put the city's biggest criminal behind the bars and accidentally let it slip that you've been poisoned, your father almost choked on the apple pie. Of course, the lecture about being more cautious was inevitable, even in front of a guest, but when Matt placed his warm hand on your knee for reassurance, you felt grateful to have him here with you. 

"Do you agree with this devil, Matthew?" Your mother asks, pouring herself a glass of water. You notice her hands slightly shaking. Obviously, no mother wants to hear about their child getting hurt; not even when that child is a 30-year-old lawyer.

"As a lawyer - no." Matt's voice is firm, he doesn't stutter like he did when Karen asked his opinion about the vigilante for the first time, although it wasn't nice to lie about himself. "As a citizen, a blind one too, I think he's doing a lot more good than wrong. I mean, he has saved y/n, and our secretary, more than once."

"By disobeying and breaking multiple rules." Robert speaks from behind a cup, sending you 'is this guy serious' look.

"Well, you can't have something good without a bit of bad." Matt responds, and you bite away a grin, giving Robert a glare back. 

"Sounds a lot like church teaching." 

"Well, I am catholic." Matt answers to Robert.

"So as a catholic, you believe in his doings?" Your mother asks again. The question hangs in the air for a while, accompanied by the sound of intense commentating on TV.

"Please, let's not involve religion at this table." You groan slightly. 

"No, I wanna hear his opinion." You look at Robert threateningly, but he avoids your eyes. 

"Yeah, I mean... He's not killing people... From what I've heard. Just... Beats them up and gives them to police."

"So what you're saying..." your father clears his throat, "is that police are not capable of dealing with the criminals... and they need another criminal to help them?"

Ah, the police way of talking. You knew this was coming sooner or later. Maybe bringing Matt here was a mistake.

"I usually don't doubt honest work of police officers but-"

"Fisk had at least half of the precinct paid off. I saw FBI arresting them." You help Matt, suddenly feeling the need to defend him from your family's sharp words. You two against the whole world.

"All the good men then left, I see." Harold clears his throat again, this time more embarrassed than confident, "when I was Chief Officer, anyone who was bribed was kicked out of the force... by me. Personally. I guess a lot has changed, in almost ten years."

"Why did you leave the force?" Matt risks a lot with this question, and suddenly everyone at the table tense. You gulp loudly beside Matt, panic evident in your eyes when they meet your father's tired ones. Your mother focuses on the glass of water in her hand, not making eye contact with anyone. Robert notices your eyebrow slightly twitching when you look at Camilla, something about your face now was different; you looked paler, more tired, as if these were your last moments on Earth. He knew some of it, the story, the real reason, but after the time when he asked for more details and was met with your furious father, he didn't dare to look for more details anymore. What he knew, was half of the truth, and frankly, it was enough for him. It was the same for your mother, yet she learned to be humble and silent about it. 

The question hangs heavily in the air, until your father replies, "Uh, just encountered some personal... Health problems."

He's lying. Too obvious for someone who previously worked in the force. Harold's heartbeat is all over the place, loudly pounding in Matt's ears. As is yours. Something about this was not right, suspicious.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Matt sends a small apologetic smile towards your dad, his hand finding your knee under the table again. You almost flinch, but then quickly cover it up with a cough. Your skin somehow feels both hot and cold at the same time, and Matt feels the sudden tensing of your body. "If you were still a captain, none of that mess with Fisk would've ever happened." 

"Don't be so sure, Matthew." Harold's voice is low, with a note of regret, "from what I've heard now, he's worked hard in the shadows to lure powerful people and built his empire from scratch. A man like this is very dangerous and hard to capture."

"But not impossible." Matt strives to bring positivity back on the table, but this appears to be impossible.

"Matthew, take no offense, but you're too catholic for your own good." Harold answers, and you know that this is his final word in this talk.

The men return from the backyard, and you can only guess what they talked about the whole time they were gone. You pass Matt in the corridor, grazing his hand with your fingers as you go and make way towards the bathroom to wash your face. A minute later, someone slips inside, and you think that it's Matt, but when you lift your head to grab a towel, you see Robert standing in the middle of the bathroom, his arms crossed on his chest. 

***

You help your mother get the guest room ready, exchanging only few words. She likes Matt, admits it herself, but doesn't dare to comment anything else. Mother's intuition was telling her that you didn't bring Matt here to simply make a blind man's lonely holiday better, perhaps you wanted to introduce him as your boyfriend, but didn't dare to do so when Robert was in the house. She also liked Robert, he was almost like a son to her, visiting them ocassionally since highschool, he wasn't a rare sight in this house, but... Maybe it was time to move on. For everyone. Camilla knew that if Robert continues coming here, you'll become a rare sight. In her heart, she wanted what's best for you, her dearest daughter, but she also knew about your tough character and how easily you can break apart when you're hurt.

"Occupied." 

"Well, then you should've locked the door." His voice is nonchalant, you notice that he's already changed his clothes, ditched the long sleeved shirt for an old police academy t-shirt. He looks as if he was trying to flex his biceps in front of you, but the thought of that makes you grin. Matt definitely had a stronger body than this Sheriff wannabe.

"Not my fault that there's an idiot in the house."

"Classic y/n." He scoffs, leaning on the door with his whole back. "So, this guy, a new toy of yours?"

"Do I hear jealousy, Robert?"

He ignores your question, going on a ramble, "see, this is why some people think of you as a whore, going around, playing men and then leaving them when you get bored. Even at the dinner table you two can't keep your hands to youself, huh? Are you two fucking?"

"I fuck whomever I want. And it's no concern of yours." You say, leaning on the sink.

"Have you forgotten about us? How good it felt when we were together?" He says, his back still pressed against the bathroom door, keeping the maximum distance in the small space.

"Maybe it felt good for you, but you've never even bothered to ask if it felt good for me." You bite, watching his eyes widen in shock... Or shame.

"Oh please, if someone had heard us, they would've thought that I was the best man on the planet with the way you were screaming."

"Maybe I was screaming because I disliked it? How can you know when you've always turned away to sleep or left after you were done rutting your dick into me?" You wave your hands in front of you in a dirty gesture, noticing Robert's clenched jaw.

"He's gonna break your heart. Like you did mine. I just hope the pain is even worse for you than it was for me."

"I broke your heart? Please." You scoff, crossing your arms, "when I told you about my problem, you basically vanished."

"I needed some time to think, but I still wanted you. I still do." His voice is desperate and it makes you sick.

"Oh, save it for some other poor soul, you just wanted to get me pregnant but when the doctors said that it's impossible, you threw me away like a dirty rag. That's all you wanted - to have nice little children, and not because you loved me, but because you were so obsessed with my father that you wanted a connection between the two of you!" Your voice gets louder and Robert glances at the door nervously.

"I don't need any children to have a connection with your father. I already have it." He boasts, so sure of his place in this house that if he hated you, he would have the power to banish you from here. But he didn't. Deep in his heart, there we still strong feelings for you.

"Oh, right, I forgot that you are the son he wished to have, and not me, the daughter who's whoring around every man she sees, right?" Your voice is strong, displaying years of suppressed anger and not being loved enough in your own home. "Do you know how hard it was for me to be with you after all that I went through? How your touch made me flinch? And you have the audacity to come here to my parent's house and say that you want me back? Don't you understand the reason I left you the second time?" You desperately grab onto the sink with your palms and take deep breaths.

"You said you were better, how was I supposed to read your goddamn mind?" He shouts, and suddenly you feel like you've travelled back in time, before you were even a lawyer, and were arguing about the same things with Robert.

"I said I was better because I was, the therapy was helping, but I wasn't feeling well with you around. You're just... Too similar to him."

"If you think that I'm similar to that psychopath, you're not better than him yourself."

"You-" you grab a tube of body lotion from the sink and throw it at Robert, hitting him in the chest. "Get out of my sight before I throw something sharper than this fucking lotion!"

"You will fuck this up, whatever you two have going on, it's doomed." He leaves the bathroom, closing the door loudly.

*** 

An hour later you're gently knocking on Matt's door, hoping to disappear from the corridor before Robert or your father see you. Robert was staying in the room next to this, and he could exit any moment. Matt opens quickly, much to your luck, a confused look on his face. Without words, he lets you inside. 

"Wow, that is really dark, I gotta," you walk towards the corner of the room and turn on a lamp. Warm yellow light fills the space, and you notice Matt's slumped shoulders. "What did they even do to you?" You say with a humourless laugh, sitting at the end of the bed. 

"Don't worry, we just chatted. What's up with you?" Matt tries to sound innocent, but he didn't know what to do with the information he overheard. He wanted to hug you, and never let you out of his embrace, but you had to tell everything you told Robert to him yourself.

"You want some?" You say, taking a sip of wine straight from the bottle. He doesn't answer, but sits next to you on the bed. "It's wine."

"Where'd you get that?"

"Stole from my parents. I need it more than they do." You push the bottle into Matt's hands, and watch him drink. "I truly hoped that this could be our escape from the problems and the whole Hell's Kitchen, but... I'm sorry it got ruined. By an obvious somebody." Your voice wavers with anger.

"It's alright. I got to spend more time with you." Matt shrugs, his knee resting against yours. 

"Aren't you just full of positivity?" You smile, honestly, for the first time this evening. "So, how bad are the first impressions?" You drink again, not letting Matt out of your sight. 

"They're good. I think your mom likes me a lot." He smiles, and you fight the urge to put your palm on his cheek. "Robert's not very talkative with me, and your dad... I think he has accepted the fact that Robert's not your boyfriend anymore."

"Ah, you know, Matt, I love your ability to see positive aspects of every shitty situation." You laugh, finally loosening up when the wine kicks in.

"You didn't tell me it was your birthday." Matt says, taking a swing from the bottle. The wine is good, not too sweet and just the right amount of sour. "Which day was it?"

"November 13th." You answer, lying on your side with your hand under your head. "I stopped celebrating a long time ago."

Matt drinks some more and puts the bottle away, lying down as well, mirroring you. "Why?"

"Got tired of all the meaningless gifts, and money. I hate when people gift money and say 'go buy whatever you want'. It just completely loses the whole birthday meaning. A gift should be something that screams 'you're on my mind' or 'this made me think of you' and not 'this is shiny and girly, I hope this will pass as a good gift'." You scoff, "One time Robert gifted me a red lipstick because he liked the color."

"Jesus, really?" Matt can't hold the laugh, and you burst out laughing as well, hiding your face in his chest. When the laughter dies, Matt's hand begins gently stroking your hair, "I would gift you the whole world if I could."

"Lying is a sin, Matthew." You smile, kissing his exposed neck. "You should be very careful with these kinds of statements. Or I might twist them around." 

He lets you kiss his neck, his jaw and his chest, but the uneasiness stirring inside of him doesn't allow Matt to fully focus on you the way he'd want to. "I overheard something... You and Robert were talking." 

The words make you stop and you look at him intently, panic setting in, "what exactly?"

Words get stuck in his throat, and Matt's face becomes red, embarassed. He should've just kept his mouth shut, but of course, the devil had to pull his tongue. "Something about pregnancy. I was just passing by and-"

"Oh, that." You close your eyes, bracing yourself. "I was planning to tell you this some time later. I didn't know how far will we go... Because no woman goes around telling that to the first guy in her bed... But I think you already deserve to know." You pause, feeling your own heart beating loudly in your ears, Matt puts his hand on yours for emotional support. He has heard every single word you and Robert said to each other, but he needed to hear it all from you. "I... I can't have children. I can't get pregnant, and... If you had thoughts about family, now it's perfect time for you to run away."

"I won't leave you, y/n." He squeezes your hand, reassuringly, "I... I don't care. Family, no family, I just want to be with you."

"Just please, don't be disappointed later when that honeymoon phase passes." You sigh.

"I won't. I promise." Matt seals his promise with a kiss, one full of love and adoration.

I love you.

***

The night felt like a fever dream for you and Matt. He kissed you the way he has never kissed anyone; his touch was like fire on your skin, exploring your body like he has already done many times before, but this time it was even more intimate. This wasn't just sex anymore; it was a feeling almost divine, as if your spirits were connecting and merging into one. You gripped the sheets, raked Matt's strong back with your nails, surely leaving long red marks, and welcomed his body weight on yours when you both came from the highest of all the highs - it was divine. When Matt continued to tightly hold your interlocked hands next to your head, and panted hot air into your neck, you didn't expect him to say the next words.

This was beyond the description of 'divine' and all the other words that were used to describe a feeling out of this planet. This was something else, something unreal, a thing one so madly in love longs to hear, dreams, expects and waits for... Yet is never ready when these words are said aloud.

If you didn't have to be quiet, you'd surely would have been laughing into his strong, hairy chest, pressing his body into yours a million times until you wouldn't have been able to move a single muscle. But you couldn't. So you showered Matt with kisses, feeling your lips uncomfortably tingling, and swollen, and told him the same three words back.

It was a fever dream, and you both were sick with the worst disease ever - love.

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A/N ::: Was feeling a little psycho at work so I started this on Friday and brought it home to finish. Also, this might be my life now. I haven’t written anything but that blip whenever about Takemichi HC’s. It could also not be permanent? I’ve got about a month left of training before they release me into the wilds of working at D.H.H.S. So maybe after I’m out there, I’ll chill a bit and write more. But until then, I sincerely apologize for how long the shit I’ve written lately is. 

C/W ::: Baji x (.Calmly.)Obsessed F.reader (sorta? She has admired him from afar for way too long. You know that feeling you get when you like someone and you've kept it to yourself the WHOLE time and you feel like you're going to go absolutely fucking nutzo if you don't tell someone? Yes. It's exactly like that. Enjoy bby burbs!

WC ::: 3,303 (10 pages - give or take an inch? - on G-Docs)

MDNI under the cut. Please and thank you.

You watched his hands move across his thighs and the jealousy that bubbled up in your gut because they weren't your hands caught you completely off guard.

You were obsessed with Baji.

Obsessed.

Like, to the point where your friends had started to notice and you could barely hold a conversation with anyone when he was around. You'd taken to hiding in the shadows and watching him from afar. But not in a creepy way. You just really, really liked him. And you had never found a good way to approach him and let him know. So you watch. You watched from a spot where you thought no one could see you seeing him.

And if you're being honest with yourself, it drove you wild how his lips got to sit there, like smug little assholes, right next to each other. Against each other. All. Of. The. Time.

The unfairness of this was unbelievable.

He doesn't know the luck he has, getting to be in his own skin. That he gets to be with himself 24/7, 365. Day and night. Dressed and undressed. Wet or dry.

It's absolute bullshit.

And you're starting to think it's time you do something about it.

But what? You've never said a word to him. What would you even say?

The question haunts you as you watch him talk with his friends. His eyes light up and his smile is so fucking cute. And the way his hair falls in his face sometimes? God, it's so perfect.

"Hey, you okay?" your friend asks, leaning over and snapping her fingers in your face. "You look a little..."

"I'm fine," you say sharply, trying to shake off the haze of Baji's face that had hypnotized you.

What was it about him that had you so transfixed?

WHY was he the bulls eye on which you honed in?

You've had crushes before, but none have ever been like this. You can't stop thinking about him. Can't stop imagining what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, to make him yours. To let yourself be his.

"I gotta go," you told your friend. "I'll ... later. I'll talk to you later." They looked up at you as you walked away from the table you were sitting at and knew you were up to no good by the expression on your face.

They mumbled something as you left. Something like "Don't do anything stupid" or "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." But you really didn't care.

You were on a mission now.

You were going to tell Keisuke Baji how you feel.

Right now.

You found him sitting alone on a bench outside the school, scribbling something down in a notebook. He seemed to be in his own world.

Perfect.

You walked over and stood beside him, trying not to stare too hard. Trying not to make it so obvious that you were practically drooling over him.

"Hey," you said, feeling your heart race like it's never raced before. "Can I talk to you about something?"

He looked up at you and smiled, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You took a deep breath and just said it.

"Hi, Baji. So - oh, th-thanks for letting me sit here with you. Um, I don't know how to really get into this. So I'm just going to dive head first and hope I don't hit the bottom. Ok. Here ... here - here I go."

You took a deep breath and shook your hands at your sides. It was not discreet. But Baji was looking you in the eye and you were hoping he didn't notice your outwardly expressed nerves.

"Ok. Pfffooo. I ... I like you. I've liked you for ages now. And ... and I don't know what else to do because I go crazy every time I see you and I can't be with you. I want to be with you, Baji. You're so beautiful and I just want to lay next to you for hours and talk about the most mundane shit you could ever imagine. I mean, it doesn't all have to be mundane. We can talk about exciting things, too. I just ... ugh, fuck. I don't know. I just need to be with you. Does that make sense? Fuck. I'm sorry to dump this on you all at once. But I seriously can't take another second of carrying this around on my own."

He laughed.

HE LAUGHED.

"What the fuck is so funny?" You yelled.

Baji reached up and pulled his ear buds from his ears. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear a word you said. Mind repeatin' that for me?"

You felt your entire body deflate. Your hopes and dreams and fantasies and everything that you had been building up to just crumbled to the ground and splattered all over the sidewalk right in front of you.

You shook your head and stood up. "Ffffffucking kidding me RIGHT NOW?!" you screamed, pointing your finger in his face. "You're really going to make me do this again? You fucking asshole!"

Baji looked genuinely confused and a little frightened. He's used to men - large men - being pissed at him. Used to them throwing punches and calling him names. But you, a sweet-looking, chubby (and dare he say, pretty sexy) girl getting in his face like this was something he'd not experienced too often.

He was kind of enjoying it.

"Fuck, Baji!" you said, trying to hold back tears. "Why did you have to go and do that?" You stormed off and left him sitting there. Completely and utterly stupefied.

"The fuck did ... what the fuck just happened?" He stood and looked around to see if anyone else had caught the scene that just unfolded. He didn't see anyone that could help him out here.

Baji began to walk after you into the forest across the street from the school. "Hey! W-wait up! What the fuck was that all about!? Goddamn it, y/n. Stop!" He called out to you.

You stopped. "You ... you know my name?" You were already on the verge of crying again. That was the last thing you needed. Well, short of him telling you to fuck off and never speak to him again.

"Huh? Of course I know your fucking name. Jesus. It's not that big a school."

You turned around and faced him, eyes still wet with tears. "Really? That's the only way you know my name? Nice. Because you've never talked to me before today. And now you're standing here, calling me by my name."

Baji rubbed his face a few times, groaning into his hands. "That ... oh my god. That's not the only way I know you name. And that literally means nothing."

"It means you know who I am. It means you've thought about me. It means you've noticed me, Baji."

He rolled his eyes and tried not to smile. "Don't go making it into something it's not. I've noticed you. But that's all. I just ... you seem interesting. That's it. Nothing more."

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Yep."

"Well, I'm sorry for dumping all that on you just now," you said, wiping your tears away. "Even though you didn't hear a fucking word I said to you."

"Don't go assumin' shit. Heard plenty. An' what I didn' hear, I read your lips when you were screamin' at me. You're kinda crazy, you know that?" He chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole." You said.

"I'll laugh at whatever the fuck I want to laugh at, you shit." He smirked at you.

And god. Your pussy clenched when he spoke to you like that. How could one man have the key to your whole world. How could he have the power to make you melt with just a few words and a look?

"So, you wanna hang out or somethin'?" He asked. "Seems like you've got a lot of thoughts and shit to talk about. What're ya doin' righ' now?"

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile. "N- I'm not doing anything right now. You want to ... hang out?"

"Sure, I mean. If you're cool with it. We can grab a bite. I like biting - bites - fuck! Food. I mean food."

You blushed. "I like bites, too."

"Oh yeh? What's your favorite, um, where's your favorite place to get ... a bite?" He asked, his voice getting low and heavy with darkness. He took a couple of steps toward you and tucked his hair behind his ears.

The smile gracing your pretty face had fallen into some abyss of horny. The depths of which you'd never known. And you wanted to delve deeper. You wanted to delve deeper with him.

"Baji, I-"

"I know what kin'uh bites you're talkin' about, y/n. It's written all over your face." He took another couple of steps toward you, almost closing the gap that remained there between your body and his.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Baji. The guy you had been obsessing about crushing on for months was standing in front of you, saying all the right things, giving you all the right looks.

"I think we should do something about it," he continued, his eyes scanning your face with a determination no one had ever looked at you with before. "'M fucking hungry as fuck, right now. What 'bout you?"

You gulped, trying to steady yourself. You weren't sure what to say. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing, and your cunt was throbbing. But you managed to nod and say, "Yeah. H-hungry. T-too."

He took your hand and led you out of the forest, away from the school and toward his bike. "Let's go somewhere ... somewhere we can be alone." He said, looking back at you with his patent-pending 'Baji grin.'

You nodded again, unable to form any more words because it's hard to talk when you're heart is about to beat out of your throat.

He handed you his helmet and helped you climb onto the back of his bike. "Hold on tight. 'M in a hurry, so, not gonna go slow. Got it?"

You wrapped your arms around his perfectly tapered waist and dug your fingertips into his hard abs. "Got it." You said.

He sped off into the street, weaving in and out of traffic like a pro. You closed your eyes and just held on, feeling the wind whipping against your skin. Feeling his back against your chest. It was like a dream. The kind where you're flying. It was exhilarating. It was the perfect piece to finish out what had been an incredibly frustrating day.

And soon enough, you found yourself in a secluded spot overlooking the city. It was beautiful and serene, and you had never felt more alive (or at peace).

Baji leaned back on the grass and patted the spot next to him. "C'mere."

You laid down next to him and stared up at the sky. "So, what are we doing out here?" You laughed, "I thought we were going to get a bite"

He shook his head, "Well, you're gonna get a bite. Several probably. But you just let me worry about that, doll." He reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. "You know, I've noticed you for a long time too. An' I thought you were the prettiest girl. But I never found a good way to talk to you, ya know?"

You sighed, "I understand. It's hard to just ... walk up to someone and say, 'Hey, I like you.'"

"You did, though."

Rolling your eyes, you corrected him, "No, I screamed it at you, more or less."

He smiled, "Yeah. fair 'nuff. I ain't worried 'bout it though. Least ya told me what you're thinking." He paused and glanced over at you, "You wanna know what I'm thinking?"

You nodded.

"Well, I think you're sexy as hell. An' I wanna kiss the fuck out of you."

"You've got some nerve."

He looked confused, "Wha- some nerve? How the fuck so?"

You leaned in close to his face and said, "Taking this long to do anything about it."

His brow unfurrowed. That signature smile he has returned. And all bets were off.

Baji grabbed you up into his arms and pulled you onto his lap. His lips met yours and you felt like you were in heaven. He tasted sweet and a little smoky and it was driving you wild.

His cologne was filling your senses. You felt heady. You felt so high and it was not any time soon that you wanted to come down from this with him.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so fucking long," he groaned as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

"You?! You've wanted this for so long? Have you not seen me -" you started.

And he finished your sentence, "in the dark recesses of the school? F'k yeh I've seen you. It's fucking hot that you're following me 'round. Spyin' on me 'n shit. I started leavin' my curtains open for you. I kinda hoped you'd come 'round my apartment building s'I could give ya a show. But ya never did."

Your face turned a bright shade of red, "I wasn't ... spying on you. I was just ... admiring you from afar. Closely ... from a-afar. Shut up."

He chuckled, "Same fuckin' thing. An' I'm glad you did. Cuz now, we're here. 'N I get to do this," he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed you again. His tongue moved across your lips and you opened up for him. You felt his hands move up your back and tangle themselves in your hair, pulling it back. Exposing your neck to him.

Baji bit down on your neck and you gasped, "Fuck, Baji! That's - feels - hoh fuck!"

He licked and sucked on your neck, doing little to ease the sting of the imprint of his perfect teeth. But you loved how it felt. He continued kissing you, leaving a trail of wetness from your collarbone to your earlobe. You moaned loudly and he smiled against your skin. "That's it. Wanna hear you make those pretty sounds f'me."

His hands wandered down to the zipper of your jeans and pushed them down over your ass, exposing your panties. "Let's see what you got goin' on down there, y/n."

"Mm, well, Baj' ..." You lifted your hips up and let him pull your pants off, along with your shoes and socks.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he said, smirking up at you. "Don't you know how fucking hot you are?"

You shook your head, "Nope - not really, no." You shrugged.

"Well, lemme show you, then," he said, moving his hand up your thigh and sliding it under your panties. He rubbed his fingers against your slit and you bucked your hips forward. "That's it, baby. Like that? Course you like that. Fuck, you're so wet already."

Baji pulled your panties down and put them in his coat pocket. "For later, when 'm all alone in my room."

You moaned again and he spread your legs wide, "Can't wait to taste you, y/n. Been dreaming about it for so fucking long."

"YOU'VE been dreaming about this for so long? Have you fucking met me?" You were only half kidding. Because you'd been on one about Baji for nearly the whole school year, accounting for the last 8 months of your life. Your time. In school and especially out. This was a fucking dream come true for you.

"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and let me eat you out. Please?" He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and you nodded.

"Please."

He grinned and lowered his head between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick your clit. You moaned loudly and gripped his long, dark hair, pulling it hard. "Oh fuck! Baji!"

He lapped at your cunt like his life depended on it, laving and licking and sucking your pussy.

Your hips took on a mind of their own, moving in a way that you've never experienced. You're not sure if it was Baji or if it was you determining your physical articulations.

You're no virgin. But the people you've been with have never made you feel the way Baji is making you feel.

And he's barely touched you.

Yet.

"I'm ... oh god ... I'm gonna cum, Baji. Don't stop! Please ... don't fucking stop!"

He sucked on your clit and you felt yourself let go. You came all over his face, drenching him in your juices. And he didn't seem to mind one bit.

"Fuck, y/n ... hot as hell."

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to you, kissing him deeply. As he lowered his body down against yours, you could feel his cock. Hard and bated in his clothing.

You thanked every God you could think of in that moment that he wasn't wearing jeans today. This was so much better.

You reached down and untied his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He groaned and you looked up at him, "I need you inside me. Please. Baji. Fuck me."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna fuck you so good, y/n. So hard you won't be able to take a single step tomorrow without cursing my name under your breath and your pussy clenching up around nothing when you think about how fuckin' good this dick felt."

And he did. He fucked you in the grass, under the stars, where anyone could see you.

Baji was unpredictable in his movements but potent in his execution. He kept you poised for almost anything. If you'd been standing, you'd have been on your toes the whole time. Literally and metaphorically.

He felt so good, dragging his cock in and out of your dripping hole. You were moaning so loudly that it egged him on. Driving that intense desire deep within him to show itself in the cool night air.

"I feel you. Gettin' tighter f'me. Fuckin' feel so good, doll. Fuck. Keep that up 'n I migh' jus' cum with ya. You wan' me t'fill ya up? Mm? Where you want this at?"

You moaned, right on the edge of wringing his cock dry, "'N'side, 'n'side, Baji. Want you t'cum inside of me. Please! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He thrust into you, irregularly. Frenzied, almost.

You felt his cock throbbing as he buried himself inside of you. He grunted loudly and held you tight, his body shaking. "Fuckin' take it, y/n. Fuck! Take it all, baby."

Your pussy contracted around him, squeezing him, greedily drawing from him every drop of cum he had to offer.

And you were happy to take it.

"Jesus ... Baji. I ... fuck. I've ... fuck." You giggled and kissed him back as he brought your face to his.

"Mm, don't go gettin' all gushy on me." He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants and you put your clothes back on and stood up, looking at him with a smile.

"Gush is my specialty, though." He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Fine, fine. So what now?"

You tilted your head, "What d'ya mean what now?"

He buried his nose in your neck and said "You know what now."

"Baji, I don't want to leave you."

He nodded, "I know. I don't wanna leave you either. But what NOW?"

You pushed away from him a little bit, "If you say that to me one more time I'm going to shove you off of this cliff!" Laughing, he kissed your forehead.

"Let's go back to town. We'll grab a bite - with our clothes on - 'n I'll take you home - back to my place, I mean."

Leaning into the kiss, you nodded and walked back to his bike.

Hand in hand. 

@kazutora-kurokawa @viburnt @katkusuo @darkstarlight82 @arlerts-angel @southside-otaku @trevengersprincess

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[fluffallamaful]

Remember that old Punz and Dream Server Interrogation thing I had in the past? Well considering the mood you seem to be in rn, let’s bring it back.

Okay, so, new setup: the nuke/reset fails, Dream and Punz kick Tommy out immediately. Tubbo and Jack soon follow suit. Tommy explains his revelation to Tubbo and Jack and then they hatch a new plan — one to unite the server. They organize, talk, shit happens, yadda yadda yadda. The important thing here is that the open communication makes some of the members of the server — specifically Quackity, Sapnap, Bad, George, and Karl — realize that things aren’t adding up, and they need to have a bit of a real, honest to god chat about what the hell is going on.

Somehow they capture the two of them. And then the two of them are tied up so tight they can’t move, and the five of them are trying to figure out how best to go about this, because those two aren’t really in a talking mood. (Quackity is among them. Dream is panicking. Punz is spitting in rage, mostly on his partner’s behalf.) Quackity is the first to step forward, and of course he steps towards Dream. Punz is yelling at him to back off, switching between terror and absolute fury as he tries to find a way to spare his friend. And then Quackity asks Dream if he’s still ticklish.

Dream freezes at that. It’s enough of an answer.

The next five minutes or so are literally just Quackity finding ways to make him laugh. He squeezed his sides, scritches into his armpits, whatever he can think of. But there’s something off about this. He brushes his delicate wings against his skin, he nibbles into his neck, he backs off from the spots that legitimately seem to be making him upset. By the end of it, Dream is actually way less panicked than before, and a whole lot more confused.

Then Sapnap asks if Punz is ticklish, and he’s WAY less gentle, because Punz betrayed him >:( He thought Punz was on his side!!! No mercy. Punz is howling within seconds. After he’s gotten that out of his system, the interrogation begins for real.

Concepts:

- Dream and Punz are both told to volunteer areas to be tickled. And for a while they both pick spots that they know aren’t too horrible for them other, but then Dream picks ribs by mistake because he thinks it’s not a total death spot but — oops, it totally is for Punz. Punz then decides to get him back by asking for tummy tickles, which he knows Dream can’t stand. (Punz is also very good at not getting flustered, so he ends up adding a couple more details as to how he wants their tummies to get tickled. Dream always falls to pieces when raspberries are blown in that spot.)

- Punz doesn’t get flustered easily. Dream absolutely does. After Punz realizes that this isn’t really a dangerous situation — which takes a while — he starts joining the others in teasing Dream. This eventually ends up becoming a 6v1 when Punz manages to untie himself, which is totally unfair but also Dream hasn’t gotten any proper affection in literal years, so.

- The Lers have competitions to see who can make either one of them laugh harder. Sometimes they do it 2v2. Dream gets teamed up on by Sapnap and Quackity at least once.

- Punz does actually get flustered at one point. It’s adorable. But then he realizes just how flustered DREAM is and snaps out of it to tease him.

- etc.

wwweeeehehehehee a new auuuuu!!! :0 :D !! i’m unbelievably excited to explore punz and dream’s relationship in this one coz holy moly. is this the first AU we’ve had where dream isn’t entirely alone? the first one where he actually has a buddy??☹️ my heart sings. and you’ve got punz being so protective that’s so incredibly adorable

(more more more below!!!)

🦙🦙🦙…

ok so lemme just make sure i’ve understood the timeline here,,

so tommy dream and punz have had their chat in the prison,, and have come to the realisation that maybe they actually all want similar-ish things on the server after all? tommy finally sees dream as more than a crazed villain and dream finally has a moment of remembering his original motives… but the nuke still flies towards them and the sirens still blast and they all have the horrifying moment of realising that they’re all going to die and that their no way around it.

and then the nuke fails.

tommy is promptly escorted out by the sleeve of his shirt and punz and dream are left in the prison — hearts still racing and ears still ringing from the nukes warning siren

it’s cute coz it kinda offers the opportunity of exploring drunz being emotionally vulnerable with each other? like punz would be able to question why tommy’s words got to dream so much,, and they’d both be able to help each other through the nightmares and flashbacks should they have any about the nuke. i can imagine that they’d both be feeling more alone and motivated to continue with their reset plan than ever,, particularly the immortality aspect of the plan… i also imagine that dream would be far more affected than punz by tommy’s betrayal.

it’s interesting that from dream’s point of view, the minute he tried to see tommy as more than just an annoying brat who can’t forward think in the slightest,, he tried to drop a nuke on his head. whereas from tommy’s pov, he’s left thrown out of the prison with a new humanising light shed on dream — a halo of hope. he runs to tubbos arms and exclaims that they’ve possibly got dream wrong this whole time!! he new about the nuke and still didn’t kill him??

the comparison between tommy and dream/punz’s thoughts on each other post-nuke are super exciting to me. tommy has been left with hope that his and dream’s relationship could improve, whereas dream has been left with the bitter remind that he should never trust anyone on this server… thankfully it’s tommy who’s on the outside of the prison, and therefore tommy’s side of the story spreads faster than dream’s.

now this manhunt with punz and dream both being caught is HECKIN EPIC. i LOVE!!! the way you described punz getting all protective over dream coz he knows how much prison and quackity had shaken him eeeeee that’s so cuteeeee

so does the interrogation start because people aren’t understanding/believing tommys explanation? so like they’re interrogating them to try and determine their motives? (as well as working out why the hell tommy is suddenly wanting them all to give drema a second chance,, it has to be some kind of trick!)

but regardless ahhhhhh gosh the chosen method of persuasion that quackity uses is tickles :((( that’s adorable. it’s adorable that punz is so angry about it, as well as the comparison between quackity and sapnap’s techniquessss 😭 dream is practically given comfort tickles that for once arent just being used as yet another way to break him,, and punz is getting absolutely wrecked until his learns to ‘use his manners while sapnao os speaking to him’

the little game they play is also heckin adorable and i absolutely adore the trope so much. like where the two lees have to pick spots for each other and accidentally end up picking each others worst spots ☹️ and punz being able to say all these flustery sentences to mess with dream and dream just being hopelessly embarrassed by it all

i want to go into these tickles moreeeeeeeeee. i love love love that they’re both just tired to a tree getting tickled silly until they explain their motives

also i’m thinking so hard about dream’s reaction to hearing that the reason that he’s not being murdered right now is because tommy had somehow convinced them all that he may actually have a side worth helping.. like that’s so exciting to explore coz i feel like he’d explode when he hears that

🦙🦙🦙…

#THE AU NEEDS a name i need a name for it #maybe just ‘failed nuke au’ ? #‘tickle interrogation au’ ? #‘drunz au’ ?😂 #llamas concepts #lee!dream #lee!punz #llama asks #soup the destroyer

[thatstroubling]

DANGANRONPA V3 SPOILERS FOR TRIAL 5 2/3

continuing...(I made it into one post so it wouldn't be spamming your dash)

this is incredible incredible incredible

What is this, a K-drama?! Ahhh, how meaningful it is, writers went offff

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10/10 Trial, this is so gooooooood :D

MONOKUMA DOESNT KNOW!

KAITO YOURE SO CLOSE DONT FUCK IT UP

SHUICHI YOU'RE SO CLOSE, SEE BEYOND THE TRUTH AND NOT THE ACTUAL TRUTH PLEASE

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oh I can FEEL Kaito grinning from the Exisal and Kokichi giggling from the afterlife, all satisfied, silently cheering them on 💙

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IT'S NOT FAAAAAIIRR and it's really not okay (you're supposed to care but all you do is take)

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Here's a random fact: I've been listening to the Kokichi's voice file to fall asleep for about a month (I usually fall asleep around the 2min mark) and even though I had no idea what he was talking about most of the time before starting V3, there were 2 parts of the whole 75min file that I assumed were totally made up or spoken in an alternate reality or something because they just seemed so jarring. The first one being the Meteorites and This School Is Mine! part and the other one being exactly this segment. It's not because it's so unbelievable that Kokichi would challenge him but because his delivery sounded just a tad insincere and calculated compared to the rest of the voice lines. But, it's real, wow. I do know at least why he doesn't sound like himself here 😭

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Not a big fan of how they tied up the previous games with this one but I guess it doesn't matter in the end that much

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HERE WE GOOOO

God I can't wait for everyone's reactions

Edit: Maki. It was Maki who could articulate it first. Of course.

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Kokichi being so uncharacteristically nervous makes ME nervous ha ha 😥, great performance (I checked the Japanese version too, also flawless)

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NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...okay fine I want to hear him explain

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I have this image in my head of Shuichi (probably a version of him that enjoyed the Love Hotel dreams with Kokichi lol) just jumping over the podium and trying to attack the Exisal out of sheer frustration of how unfair it all is. But that's not gonna happen because he's closer to Kaito as any normal person would, so he'll be going through a different hell than I 😰. So I guess our motivations are parting ways here, you sweet nerd. Hope I still like the ending in spite of that (cause oh boy did I HATE the conclussion of Ch5 in sdr2 bexause of the dissonance)

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Maki...no...don't...

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Kaito.. hold it together please ...I know it's hard to watch...

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I'm fucking sobbing my heart out, taking back the Jumping Over the Podium AU, we defeating this with the power of love and friendship as we should! Let's fucking go!

This is truly A moment.

...But...it can't work anymore, can it?

#danganronpa #drv3 #drv3 spoilers #game log #kokichi ouma #💜 #danganronpa spoilers #this might just be my favorite trial of the whole series end of sentence #txt

[astrxealis]

the love of my life,,, g'raha mfing tia grr barkk abkenas woof arf bark whahhahahahshshshdjbsdjbsishs hng HAJSHHSJSJSJAAAKObark,

#i think the ffxiv were completely unfair when they made him #unbelievably unfair. he has my whole heart and has not let go #kinda embarrassing bcs mention him my mood gets better ngl :D #songs connected to him also make me happy ngl :D ^^ /gen #thisjlskkwns so EMBARRASSING /hj #he is very pretty #and SO MFING UNFAIR BCS. #why js there a dialogue option in which he replies w sht like 'a long future w you' #like BRO THATS CROSSING friendship zone... haha...... #the balant admiration fr ur character too #UNFAIR #he broke my heart and has it in his hands but also mended it and i dont blame him at all /lh #graha tiaaahahhajsjqkbeiwbwofjaijdowjdowndosjdoajdoajsoajdowjdowjdowjwowjwow #no but hes a HUGE simp.... but then im a HUGE simp for him too :D #and hes makewife #LIKE COME ON WTFIQHDKWJ #my type consists of malewives. my most faves are malewives #or if not they're the poetic lil annoying (affectionate) shits #uhh thoma raha dimitri sandalphon #then!! feower kazuha felix alisaie??? #uhm #they overlap #yeah im tired #/lh

[notnctu]

jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences. 

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center. 

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy. 

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask. 

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.” 

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare. 

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed. 

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.” 

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?” 

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?” 

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.” 

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.” 

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker. 

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request. 

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?” 

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.” 

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy. 

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw. 

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed. 

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs. 

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match. 

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?” 

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow. 

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos. 

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed. 

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself. 

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process. 

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.” 

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego. 

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release. 

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth. 

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly. 

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling. 

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild. 

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel. 

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein. 

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high. 

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth. 

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together. 

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.” 

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan. 

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.” 

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.

#neosmutcollective #neowritingsnet #kpopscape #nct-writers #neothestars #nct smut #nct scenarios #jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun scenarios #nct #jung jaehyun #jaehyun scenario #housemating

[lovelybarnes]

stood up- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, anderson x reader (?) warnings: angst, getting stood up, language, unrequited feelings about: prompts (DA29) “i got stood up.” + (DF30) “i think you’re my soulmate.” +(DF41) “are you going to cry? please don’t cry. a/n: i love to hurt but dw it’s a happy ending, i actually like this fjsk, a the time i finished this, i just posted another imagine, so i can’t wait for you guys to read this one in a couple days

every passing second makes you hyperaware of all the sympathetic stares that are currently directed at you. the feeling of pity is enveloping you whole, wrapping you in a thin layer of shame that you think must be related to the careful makeup you caked on your face for this date. your recently manicured nails scratch at the tablecloth, trying to avoid your new expensive dress, deep midnight color clinging to your nervous self. teeth stress your dark wine bottom lip, anxious eyes darting across the restaurant.

with each face that enters the place, none of them being his, the presumption that he isn’t coming solidifies. with it, comes the embarrassment. you can feel the warnings of tears, already threatening to ruin the mascara you had applied so carefully, not bothering to choose the waterproof one because why would you be crying on your date?

you suppose it’s your own fault- how dare you attempt to get over bucky? how dare you trust the words of a shield agent? you pick at your nails, gathering up the courage to stand up and leave. your waitress, however, beats you to it, a faux apologetic look on her face. “oh, so you’ve been here for, like, half an hour and it seems no one is coming, and we kind of need the table, so…”

you hold back an uncomfortable cringe, nodding stiffly as you stand. “right. i’m sorry. i don’t need to… pay for the water, right?” you ask dumbly, ducking your head when she shakes her head condescendingly.

pushing the door open, you step into the brisk air of the night, clouded over with an uneasy disappointment that you’re sure is because of you. you stand for a second to look at the stars, realizing how pretty of a night this would be if you weren’t so damn frustrated. the upset hasn’t passed yet, although the beginnings of anger are peeking up in your stomach.

while you stare up at the moon, the universe decides your getting stood up wasn’t enough, choosing to gift you with cold droplets of water that make your mascara run. it’s unbelievable, you nearly scoff tearily.

you walk to your car then, the moonlight that should have been romantic when you walked out of the restaurant now only making you feel lonely. you don’t let the tears come yet, having enough pride to not let the smitten couples appreciating the romance of the rain see you cry, deciding to put that off until you’re in the quietness of your room.

you drive in the sound of the pattering rain, concentrated on keeping your breathing even so as to push back the tears, not wanting to have an accident on the way back home because your vision was clouded over with sadness.

-

the relief you feel when you arrive at the compound is immeasurable; the knowledge that all you have to do is walk quietly to your room, and you can release the pent up emotions that eat you whole is unbelievably satisfying. the horrible itching feeling that comes with the tears arrives again when you notice your reflection in the impressively clean windows of the stark compound. through the stains of your ruined makeup, you can see the remnants of how dolled up you were, how much time was spent with the intricate details that made you smile when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you swallow back the painful lump in your throat, opening the doors and sniffling at the dimly-lit room. your heels click tiredly on the floor, precious bracelet lightly jangling when you move. you can’t find it in yourself to care when you realize you’re dragging water inside, resigning to letting stark lecture you in the morning.

as you stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor, the emotions you’ve pushed so far down decide to spring back up in the form of an overwhelming dejected exhaustion that makes you physically slump. you lean against the cool of the metal railing, shutting your eyes hard to avoid looking at yourself. you only pry your eyes open when you hear the soft ding of the elevator, surprised and once again embarrassed to see bucky standing between the open doors.

“y/n?” he asks quietly. his demeanor immediately changes when he takes you in, body softer in the way it always is when you’re with him. his reaction makes you fall deeper, which reminds you exactly why you were going on your failed date. you straighten, clearing your throat, “um- i have to get to my room.”

your voice is thin, heightening his worries and stopping you with a gentle hand to your arm before you step off the elevator, “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay?” he asks, and you nod blindly at all of his questions, realizing that the longer you stay with him- with his warm hand that you can’t help but lean into pressed against your cold arm- the more you really want to cry and scream because it’s not fair that he’s been given to you, yet you can’t have him, even if he has you.

“i’m fine,” you lie obviously, forcing your eyes again from his. “y/n, what happened? you’re clearly not fine,” bucky pushes, the hand on your arm beginning to rub stressed circles into your skin. you give up then, looking back at him. “i got stood up,” you say finally, words cracked. you shake your head, “and i just spent so much time on everything and-”

“that’s stupid. who would stand you up?” bucky interrupts, eyes genuinely confused while you scoff. “apparently anderson from security,” you respond bitterly, looking away. “he’s stupid, y/n. he has to be to not go to a date with you.”

you exhale frustratedly, “maybe not. maybe there’s something wrong with me and i’m the stupid one for even thinking someone would want to go out with me,” you countered. “hey, no, you are- you are amazing, y/n. amazing and stunning and intelligent and he missed his chance to be the luckiest guy in the world,” he insisted, gently pulling your attention back to him with a gentle hand on your cheek. you give him a watery laugh through the loud, unfair questions in your head: why don’t you love me like i love you, then?

you don’t realize the tears that run down the streaks of already ruined mascara until bucky points them out, wiping them away with his fingers, “no, no, don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he begs. you can’t help it, though, biting your lip to hold back your unrequited confessions of love.

“nobody wants me. i don’t even think i want me anymore,” you weep, oblivious to the breaking of bucky’s heart when he hears your words, pulling you flush against his chest. “don’t say that, doll. that’s not true-”

“it is. what other reasons can you think of that explain why i’m the only one that’s shown up to the rare dates i’ve been on? why have i had to go on those stupid dates just to forget how pathetic i am that i can’t get over you?”

you’re too deep in the ocean of your thoughts to realize what you’ve said, too little light available in the dark to let you realize the hints you have and will undoubtedly let out if you continue blubbering into bucky’s shoulder like the mess you are. your feelings are scattered, words so disorganized that any way you piece them together will be a mistake. “why else does the one person who i actually want to love me back not want me?”

bucky can make sense of the words you’re saying, the heavy weight they carry when he realizes exactly what they mean, and what you imply. he’s frozen, heart simultaneously fluttering at the mere thought of his feelings being returned and breaking at the cries you’re letting out because of him.

he’s refused to ever be the source of your pain, restricting his own poems of confessions because he didn’t want to hurt you, never wanting to be the reason you cried. he supposes now it was the wrong choice, one he needs to fix.

the bead of insecurity buried stubbornly in his mind shrieks, however, because he’s as clueless as you are and can’t possibly imagine someone like you- so kind and pure and good- loving him back. so he needs to make sure, needs to hear you say it in your voice.

“what?” you let out a watery scoff, full of embarrassment rather than annoyance at him, “don’t make me say it, bucky, please-”

“please say it- i- i need you to say it.”

a beat of silence passes before you sniffle, pulling away from the man you’ve called your best friend and wanted nothing but to be able to call him more. “i love you, bucky. in a way that makes me pretty sure you’re my soulmate because i don’t even believe in that but you make me feel like i should.”

bucky’s storm clouds lighten, doubts dissolving when he listens to what you said, tasting your words and examining each one just to remember it. he pulls your lips to his when they’ve barely processed. “you should,” he says when he pulls away for a second, only to make you lose your breath again when he aches for you immediately, kissing you again, “believe in soulmates.”

“why is that?” you ask breathlessly, letting him pull you back in because you both have been waiting- dreaming about this for so damn long, and he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to keep away from you now that he has you. he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, so perfectly imperfect when your teeth clash and you both laugh gently, noses nudging each other when he leans his forehead on yours, “because we’re meant to be, y/n. in that way that soulmates are.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #angst bucky barnes #fluff bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #fluff bucky barnes #angsty bucky barnes x reader #fluffy bucky barnes #angsty bucky barnes #fluffy bucky barnes imagine #fluffy bucky barnes x y/n #fluffy bucky x reader #angsty bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff fanfic #bucky barnes angst fanfic #bucky barnes fluffy fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction angst #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic angst #bucky barnes fanfic fluff #bucky barnes fluffy fanfic #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine

[thewangshuinn]

Gamer Xiao prompt: he wears a mask during his streams so no one, not even his S/O, recognizes him.

This S/O is a huge fan of his and he really has to control himself whenever they unknowingly gush over him.

twinning momence i wear a mask when I stream to hide my identity

thats so cute tho

i

oKAY SO i might go off a little this is going to drive me insane i love it

im too tired to format so just take my affections for him and go with it

normally I'm one for knowing of him and streaming or just generally gaming with him because cute (gamerboys can be ridiculous, though) but OH MY GOD I have never thought of this

xiao likely uses the same username for everything

its probably like. VigilantYaksha or A1atus something (give or take a few adjectives and symbols)

he wears the mask for security reasons- he doesn't want people to be able to find him on the street or anything

his brilliant amber eyes aren't really visible- think yaksha mask

people found him interesting because of it, perhaps

or maybe it was because he spoke completely nonchalant the whole time, as if he didn't notice that he was playing a first-person shooter game and had just taken down an ungodly amount of people with difficult shots

i should note here that i have not played any first person shooters yet

i just feel like xiao would be into stuff like that because he'd be good at doing them without startling

it would be funny

You found him during his earlier days, when the streams were quieter

You would get so excited when he would say hello to you or respond to your comments

you still do, now that he's more famous

he always says hello to you, if he can

you barely miss his streams and he always makes you happy

if you're having a bad day, you tend to look through his content

it makes you smile

Eventually, you meet this guy

he's a little awkward, and he has these brilliant amber eyes

he's so sweet

he clearly cares a lot about you

you find yourself falling for him easily

he has a beautiful, soft, rare smile that only you ever get to see

the way he looks at you is a sight in itself

he gazes at you like you're the only thing that's ever been worth his attention

like you're too wonderful for his affections

he feels so unbelievably lucky to have you

the two of you don't really hang out when he's streaming

the first he heard of you being a fan was when you mentioned how much you enjoy games and streaming yourself

perhaps you're a small streamer, if you want

you'd mention that [his streamersona] had gotten you into some game or another, or perhaps streaming itself

when he inquired further, you could mention how much you enjoy his content and gush about him

he'd blush. a lot.

perhaps he doesn't want to tell you for your safety

perhaps something else

that's up to you

but he nods, remarking how interesting it is that he likes those games too

he's very much restraining himself from outright telling you

his heart is beating very, very fast

he wants to see how you'd react

he wants to hold you and whisper it to you

but he can't

instead, he just says he's heard of a1atus-nemes0s or whatever, and that he'd love to hear more from you

perhaps he'd promise to watch a couple streams/clips/compilations so that he'd get your references

he already got them all

he always watches you gush about his streams with a soft smile

he loves the sound of your voice

he loves the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love

he watches you, laughing because something he did made you laugh or gazing at you like nothing in all of existence could've ever made this moment better

or like he's glad he could've made you his happy

you like cuddling close to him a lot to watch recorded streams, but he never seems available for live ones

I wonder why.

He starts recording more of his streams to watch with you

if you're a small streamer, he'll definitely follow you

and sub to you

and be active in your chat

and you'd freak out every time

remember how i said he wants to hold you close and tell you quietly? he can't do that, so he just holds you close

he loves to feel like he's protecting you

you love the feeling, too. its comfy

he loves seeing you smile

there are very few things he won't do to see that smile

every time he sees your name in his chat, he smiles beneath the mask

the smile is kind of evident in his voice

which gets you and everyone else in his fanbase very confused

if you end up figuring it out, it's because of his voice

or maybe you pay him a surprise visit during a stream

or you've moved in with him and walk in on a stream

either way, you would lose your mind

he would probably mute his stream or something

he'd definitely apologize for keeping it from you and explain himself

he doesn't want to leave you in the dark because that would be unfair to you

if you let him, he'd take you in his arms again

perhaps he'd even sweep you off your feet bridal-style

everything falls into place

the smiles, the attention, the way he looks at you when you talk about him

it all makes sense now

he'd end the stream early so he could spend time with you and answer your questions

he just loves you lots

he lets you stream with him if you really want, but the two of you tend to play a lot together off stream whether you know of his identity or not

he's really really good

as already clarified

he carries and defends you no matter what

no matter what happens, he thanks the archons for every moment he gets to have with you

#im not dream how dare you #im talestohavetold on twitch if you feel like finding me ig #compliment my eyes and ill know ur from here #hi im in love with this man #i am simping #modern au genshin #modern au xiao #gamer xiao #gn!reader #adeptus xiao #xiao x reader #headcanons #impromptu headcanons

[avengers-age-of-fanfics]

a second chance

pairing: thor odinson x reader

word count: 1,757

request: @clownerlyluv asked - if you write for thor, could do you a fluffy fic about the reader's and his arranged marriage? :))

warnings: thor basically ignoring reader and her feelings at first, choosing jane over reader, asgardian mead, getting drunk

summary: you and thor's arranged marriage does not work out until it does. :)

author's note: I honestly loved this idea and had a lot of fun writing it, so thank you for requesting!

You had known early on that your father and Allfather Odin did much business together, attending many of his parties and becoming well-versed in the royal life. You were not royal yourself, no, but your family was on the wealthier side of Asgard, and was well-respected. The people of Asgard knew your family name and in turn, you made it a task of yours to at least know everyone in Asgard; they were all so kind and welcoming that you could not help but be respectful in return.

Because of your time spent around the royal family, you had grown to know Allfather Odin and Allmother Frigga sons, Thor and Loki. When you three were kids, you would always cause havoc within the palace, forcing the guards to have an eye on all of you at all times. However, over time, your closeness slowly dissipated and it seemed as though you three were strangers. Oddly so, you and Loki conversed much more when you were older, compared to you and Thor.

Thor had always been arrogant and loud, while Loki was reserved and quiet – which was probably why you two talked more than the other brother. You never disliked Thor, no! If anything, you’d say you have been chasing after him since you were kids, your childhood crush developing into one that caused you to admire Thor every second of every day.

So, when word was passed onto you and Loki about Jane of Midgard, well…your heart broke. You knew Thor never belonged to you, and he most likely never saw you as a potential wife in the future, but knowing that there was another woman, a mortal at that, you knew you had a reason to cry. You had tried to fall in love, to convince your heart to fall for someone else besides the god of Thunder, but it would not budge; you loved Thor, but he did not love you.

And that was the hardest pill you had to swallow when looking at him in front of you, seeming so disinterested, disengaged, that he had an arranged marriage with you.

Did you ever see this coming? No, absolutely not. Marriage to Thor was something you wanted, or at least dreamt of, but not like this – not forced. He clearly was unhappy about his father’s decision to marry you both, and you hated seeing him like this.

You wanted nothing but the best for Thor, but this was not the way to go about it. The vows seemed fake, written by someone else for you both, and the whole occasion within itself was just…awkward. After sealing your marriage, becoming Princess of Asgard, line to the throne after Odin handed over his kingship to Thor, the party began.

Asgardian Mead was tossed around, getting almost everyone drunk except you and Loki – Thor had immediately begun drinking once formalities were over.

Sitting on some stairs before they sunk into the dining hall of the palace, Loki shifted his gaze toward you, “feeling a bit melancholy, are we, Lady Y/N?”

You huffed towards the younger brother, “I am in no mood for your riddles, Loki.”

Loki went quiet for a few seconds before he continued, “would you prefer to talk about it? About all of this?”

You picked at your beautiful dress, skin softly grazing over the design pattern as you seemed more interested in that than anything else, “he doesn’t – nor will he ever – want me as his wife. I am not enough for him.”

Loki grasped your hand from picking at your dress, “my brother is an idiot, and it may take him a while to realize what a beautiful woman he has in front of him. He just needs time to move on from Jane; be patient, Y/N.”

You wished you could smile at Loki, but it was more of a grimace as you squeezed his hand, “I just wish there was something I could do for him, for him to – to love me as a wife, like a queen.”

The younger one nodded, agreeing with you, “and in due time, he will. He just has to use that embarrassingly small brain of his.” At that, the two of you giggled like Asgardian school girls.

Throughout the night, more and more party-goers seemed to feel the effects of the mead and headed home, saying goodbye to their future King and Queen. Your friends had already left, but not without telling you that they were going to spoil their future ruler the next day – that put a smile on your face.

Thor had been loud and boisterous all night, cheering to things that made no sense and yelling gibberish. As the night settled down, you took it upon yourself to bring Thor to your now shared chambers, telling him that there would be more mead tomorrow. With that, he wasted no time slipping your arm into his and making his way down the hall with clumsy footing.

Along the way, Thor and you sort of conversed – his words were so mixed together that you could barely understand what he was saying, but from what you gathered, he was happy. He was happy to see his friends and have a great time, and he was happy to see you dressed up so beautifully, just for him.

That had made a blush form upon your cheeks.

Entering your chambers, you helped Thor undress until he was left in undergarments, comfortable enough for sleep, as you took off the many necklaces his friends had put upon his neck. Once you were finished, he grasped your hand, rubbing it gently.

Your cheeks heated up, “are you alright, Thor?” His eyes grew glossy as he nodded, “I-I am, you looked so, so beautiful tonight, Lady Y/N… the beautifullest Asgardian there, I swear – I swear to you.”

You chuckled, “well, I sure hope so; I am your wife, after all.”

Thor gasped and a shocked expression appeared, “you’re my wife? My queen? Is that why you’re dressed so pretty?”

You ran a hand over his hair as he almost purred at the feeling, “tonight was our wedding, dear. Now get some sleep, it will do you good.”

And sleep did do Thor good as the next day, he remembered nothing of what he said and continued on as if your marriage hadn’t happened.

You knew he was still angry, furious, about the fact that he could not see Jane anymore, yet you knew he asked Heimdall almost every day to see through her, if she was alright. You did not hate her, no, but you hated how much power she had over Thor. You, along with Asgard, needed the future king – but here he was, obsessed with a Midgardian.

This habit of his had continued for weeks and during that time, your therapeutic sessions spent with Loki did you good. At first, much of it was crying and being so heartbroken that Thor just could not stand the fact of being married to you. However, Loki had persuaded you to stand your ground to him, to tell Thor how much this was hurting you, how much he was hurting you.

One night, Thor had come back from his nightly visits to Heimdall to see you standing in the middle of your chambers, arms crossed and an absolute furious – yet hurt – look on your face.

The god of Thunder was speechless, “Lady Y/N, I thought…you were asleep?”

You gritted your teeth before you answered, “I haven’t been sleeping since the first night you visited Heimdall to see Jane, Thor.”

Thor tensed, “how did you-“

You dropped your hands, “I am no idiot, Thor! I am not blind to your utter distaste for this arranged marriage, nor am I blind for your disinterest in me. I know I am not who you want, Thor, I know – but I am trying to make this work! I want this to work, but you are making this so unbelievably hard with your daftness, and of course, being in love with someone else. So please, I am begging you, just please treat me like I mean something to you, like I have at least some value in your life.”

Thor stood silent, eyes dropping to the ground as took in your words. He had been, what his friends say, an absolute asshole, to you; it was unfair and he deserved everything that you said to his face and most likely, behind his back. He lifted his head, “I am…so sorry, Lady Y/N. I have been unfair to you and for that, I apologize.” You sighed in relief, “thank you. And I have to apologize, too – I cannot imagine the heartache you are experiencing with your Midgardian.”

Thor let out a breath, “Heimdall has not allowed me to see her anymore. He believes I am – was – being unfaithful to you.”

Another point to Heimdall for being the best Asgardian ever.

You nodded, “while I wish I could say otherwise, I am somewhat glad of that decision.”

Thor walked towards you, hands reaching out to hold your hands, “I know I have been unfair, and in a way, unfaithful to you, my wife, but allow me to redeem myself?” Tears welled in your eyes but you pushed them away, trying to focus on the moment taking place, “of course, Thor – and I will do better to care for my husband, Asgard’s future king.”

Thor’s hands then moved to your cheeks, thumbs softly grazing your skin before he smiled, leaning down and catching the corner of your lips. You smiled softly, feeling his lips just barely meeting yours before he pulled away, “I do not mind proving myself worthy over time of being able to taste your lips, Lady Y/N.”

You smiled at him before grasping his cheeks in your own hands, brining his lips to yours as you both sighed in happiness and relief. Thor leaned back slightly before kissing you once more, laying kiss after kiss upon your lips as you giggled against his own, “I will never grow tired of that sound, nor the taste of your lips, my queen.”

You kissed Thor before you leaned back on your own, “and I will never grow tired of your compliments, nor your show of affection, my king.”

Thor’s heart raced in excitement and joyfulness as you, a woman that he initially had treated poorly, had given him a second chance; your own smile grew as you gave Thor, a man who had initially treated you poorly, a second chance.

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Death and an Angel part 14.5

Death!Din x Cupid F!Reader

Summary:  And it’s unbelievable, truly, that he’s found someone who makes him feel as though he’s flying and falling simultaneously. 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,701

Warnings: angst, dialogue heavy, language, angst, Violence, plot plot plot, did I mention angst? Cuz it’s here

Author Note: Texas weather is no laughing matter and never have I hated snow more than these last few days. This is definitely more of a transition segment so I wrote shorter snippets as a result, but there is some serious plot development nevertheless. The response to last chapter was so amazing I can’t thank everyone enough for all the love and support 💖💖💖

Links to Part 1 and Part 14 and Part 15

Cross-posted on AO3.

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Ahsoka hijacks the Razor Crest as soon as Din teleports her aboard the ship. She pushes Din out of the cockpit, refusing to let him so much as glimpse the coordinates of the destination she inputs into the nav computer. The Oracle hadn’t been kidding when she said she didn’t trust him going alone to rescue his soulmate.

Bo-Katan hadn’t been phased by Ahsoka’s arrival, adapting to her presence with the same ease as a duck to water. However, Din couldn’t help noticing the moment her mask of cool indifference slipped when Ahsoka asked the reaper to stay in the cockpit with her, claiming they had important matters to discuss. 

Din climbs down the ladder into the hull, recognizing that the conversation about to ensue is not one he needs to be involved in. Fingers twitching restlessly, he commits himself to checking each of the weapons in his armory, sharpening his vibroblades and loading a set of whistling birds into his vambrace. He’d made a promise to Ahsoka against killing Moff Gideon, but he’d made no vow against scarring the Seraph beyond recognition.

When Din’s finished with him, Gideon will be a warning to the rest of the galaxy what happens if you steal from Death. 

He stills at the thrum of satisfaction that runs through his body at the thought of pressing Gideon’s eyeballs out with his thumbs. The darkness within him has grown stronger since he killed Hess and it’s becoming an increasingly harder challenge denying its craving for bloodshed. If not for Ahsoka’s intervention, he would have reaped Xi’an’s soul, breaking another sacred rule. He should feel grateful, but the darkness expresses annoyance instead, upset to have been denied its kill. 

There is a thought that has been plaguing the back of his mind, shackled in the same corner as his other doubts and regrets. He once had iron control over his powers and emotions, but now he’s holding onto his human façade by a mere thread. So slowly he hadn’t even been aware it was happening, his darkness has usurped his morality. 

He’s meant to be a neutral entity, but when he looks at his reflection in the fresher mirror all he sees is a weapon. 

Obsidian orbs have replaced brown eyes. Flawless tan skin has become dissected by lines of ink that once were blue veins. 

Darkness is corrupting him from the inside out, making him a slave to the power he once mastered.

And he doesn’t have a fucking clue how to stop it. 

~~

Bo-Katan joins him in the hull an hour later. She doesn’t say anything , just leans against the wall across from him, and Din continues cleaning the barrel of his amban rifle as if he doesn’t see her. 

The silence isn’t tense or uncomfortable, but he feels her gaze trying to penetrate his helmet. He knows the reaper well-enough to tell there is a question on her mind, but her hesitance to voice it unsettles him. Bo-Katan rarely holds her tongue around him, preferring blunt honesty over sugarcoating, which means whatever is on her mind must be serious. 

He bites back a sigh when she starts restlessly shifting in place and pauses his task. “Ahsoka told you,” he says at last.

“That Moff Gideon fucked with our lives?” Bo-Katan snorts humorlessly. “Yeah, she showed me everything.”

“I’m sorry about your sister.”

“Me too. But it’s...good not being in the dark anymore. I needed to hear the truth,” she replies stoically, but the pointless adjustment of her headband betrays her internal strife. There is a moment of pause before she looks at him again. “I heard about your promise,” she says, and it’s not really a question, except that it is.

Din’s fingers tighten around the rifle. “Did she make you swear the same one?”

“No.” Bo-Katan shakes her head. “No, she didn’t.”

He’s not surprised by the answer. He actually thinks he should have expected it, considering the universe has always held him to a stricter standard than other entities. 

“Ahsoka made it clear to me that this is something between you, Gideon, and your angel alone. I cannot interfere just like you cannot kill him.”

There is bitter resignation in her tone. He recognizes it because he felt the same when he made his promise to Ahsoka. No one likes being told no when they want something. But this—knowing with absolute certainty Gideon is the one responsible for hurting their loved ones and being told you can’t do anything to avenge them? This is the kind of pain that will linger for years to come as an ache in their bones and a scar over their hearts.

It isn’t fair. But Din’s lived long enough to know the universe never intended life to be that way.

“Can I ask you a favor?” Bo-Katan asks, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He blinks at her, realizing this is the question she’d been withholding since she came down the ladder. Never has she asked him a request before. “What is it?”

“You must separate Gideon from the Darksaber,” she answers, expression one of absolute seriousness. “The Armorer warned my people if the Lightsaber was ever mishandled, it would turn against the wielder by transforming into the Darksaber. Instead of empowering you, it deceives you. Fills your head with delusions until you lose your grip on reality entirely.”

“And you want to spare Gideon’s sanity?” Din asks slowly.

“Of course not. The son of a bitch deserves to be punished for his crimes. Even if I did want to,” her lips curl into a snarl at the thought, “there’s no way of undoing the damage done to his mind. What I want is for the weapon to be returned to the Armorer. She’s the only one who can properly dispose of it.”

“Right,” he agrees quietly. Anything that comes out of the Armorer’s forge is built to last the length of eternity. He could toss the Darksaber into the center of a sun and it’d remain whole and unaffected, waiting to twist the mind of the next wielder. Nodding his head, he assures her, “I’ll take care of it, even if I have to cut off his hands.”

“Good.”

~~

Din paces the length of the hull, each thud of his boots making contact with the metal floor blends with the low hum of the engines. Usually he’d ignore the creaks and groans of his home, but the metallic symphony is the only thing capable of drowning out the thoughts in his head urging him to storm the cockpit and retake control from Ahsoka.

“Pacing isn’t going to make us arrive any quicker,” Bo-Katan tells him, not even bothering to open her eyes as she lounges atop one of his storage crates. “Ahsoka said it will be another hour at least.”

He has a retort ready on his tongue when a voice calls out his name from somewhere beyond the Razor Crest.

“Din!”

Din freezes in place as unexpected, heart-wrenching hope slices through his chest. He knows that voice. It’s his favorite in all the galaxy.

“Death?” Bo-Katan asks, concerned by his stillness. “What’s wrong?”

He tentatively reaches out towards the bond, giving it the slightest of tugs. When he feels the distant flicker of a reaction on the other end from his angel he nearly forgets how to breathe.

“The bond,” he murmurs, voice thick with awe and relief. “I can feel it again.”

Longing fills his chest where the hollowness used to reside now that the invisible block separating them is gone. It wraps around his heart, squeezing so tightly he nearly falls to his knees. Din pulls at the bond again on impulse, possessed by the all-consuming need to see her, to have her at his side where she’ll be safe.

The bond protests the harsh treatment, too weak to physically bring them together across the vast distance separating them. He snarls a curse under his breath, hating being helpless to protect her. It’s unfair, he finds himself thinking for a second time. Unfair how it hurts more now being able to feel her presence compared to when he couldn’t at all.

A paper airplane flickers into existence on the horizon of his mind, flying straight into his hand when he reaches out for it. I can’t leave this place. Not yet, the note says. The words themselves are unsettling, but it’s the strength of the emotions she’s attached that has him reeling with shock. For one crazy, electrifying moment he thinks he’s passed onto the afterlife. 

Another note arrives. I miss you, Din. I want to see you so much it hurts. And it’s unbelievable, truly, that he’s found someone who makes him feel as though he’s flying and falling simultaneously. 

As he sends a message of his own, never has he been more certain that if anyone can put an end to the darkness inside of him—it’s her.

~~

“The Moff is an expert when it comes to defensive warding,” Ahsoka says as the three of them stand looking up at a canyon wall that extends in either direction as far as their eyes can see. “But even he can’t hide from my sight.”

Din scuffs at the salt-covered ground with his boot, still coming to terms with the fact all this time Gideon’s been hiding out on Crait of all planets. As much as he wants to believe Ahsoka’s right, his powers can’t detect even the barest hint of the Seraph’s presence.  

Bo-Katan’s eyebrows arch with skepticism. “You’re sure this is the right place? It’s kind of remote.”

“Perfect for building an army,” Ahsoka replies without missing a beat.

Din exchanges a look with his reaper, realizing this is the first time either of them are hearing about this. 

“Gideon has an army?” he asks. “Who—”

“Mercenaries,” she interrupts, turning around to face them. Her blue eyes are distant and cloudy, entranced by a vision. “When I break the warding, all but one will meet the end of their mortal lives attempting to overpower us.”

“All but one? I don’t think so.” Bo-Katan rests her hands deliberately on her blaster pistols. “Anyone who works for Gideon is an enemy in my book.”

“Migs Mayfeld is not to be harmed.” There is steel in Ahsoka’s voice as she blinks back into the present moment.

Din nudges Bo-Katan with his arm when it looks like she wants to continue arguing. The reaper huffs a quiet breath of annoyance, but eventually jerks her head in the tiniest nod of compliance. 

Ahsoka grabs her twin sabers from her belt and ignites their blue blades. She handles her weapons with deadly grace, altering her appearance from peaceful Oracle to fierce and cunning warrior. Turning back to the canyon wall, her gaze trails over the red-brown rocks only to pause and narrow at seemingly random points.

Bo-Katan tries and fails to follow her line of vision. “What are you—”

The Oracle leaps into the air with surprising agility, lashing out with her sabers against the rock. Blinding light bursts forth from the point of collision followed by a flickering glimpse of a gigantic metal door. 

“—looking at,” Bo-Katan finishes quietly, watching Ahsoka swing herself higher to attack another portion of the canyon wall where the next segment of warding is hidden. 

There is something undeniably satisfying about seeing the door materialize as the wardings cloaking it are destroyed. Every precise strike of Ahsoka’s sabers brings Din one step closer to reuniting with his soulmate.

As if spurred by the mere thought of her, fear ripples across the bond like a gust of icy wind, stopping his heart cold. His angel is terrified. Din reaches out as far as the bond will allow in its fragile state, trying to get her attention by pulling at it and shouting her name, but none of his attempts breach the storm of panic. 

“She needs me,” he mutters to himself, stepping forward with clenched fists. His vision narrows until all he can see is the door in front of him, an obstacle that must be dealt with. “She needs my help.”

“Wait,” Bo-Katan calls out, but her voice sounds as if it’s coming from thousands of miles away. “Ahsoka isn’t finished with the warding yet!”

If he were capable of rational thought in that moment, he would have heeded her warning. As it is, he summons his power into the palm of his hand, the darkness inside of him crowing in wicked delight. He winds his arm back, preparing to slam his fist against the door, only for a whipcord to wrap around his wrist with an audible zip. 

He’s pulled backwards onto the ground, breath knocked from his lungs as he lands with a heavy thud. Bo-Katan appears not a second later and pins him in place by straddling his waist. The darkness is demanding he push her aside, knowing with absolute certainty the reaper is no match against him, and it takes all his strength to wrestle the urge under control. 

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” She glares at him, eyes resembling green flames eager to incinerate him.

“I—” he rasps, breathing heavily. His hand starts trembling, a burning itch under his skin. “I can feel her fear. She needs me.”

Bo-Katan blows out a long, frustrated breath. “Well, shit.” She jostles him then, forcing his head to momentarily clear as his helmet smacks the ground. “Look, soulmates are soulmates for a reason, right? I heard it’s like being two halves of the same whole. So if your soulmate is anything like you, she’s not going to give up without a fight. You have to trust she can take care of herself right now. That she’ll be fine.”

Din bristles. Trust is not the issue here. There is no one he trusts more than his angel—not Bo-Katan, not Ahsoka, not even Kuiil. The issue is he’s being asked to deny the instinct to shield her from danger which is woven into every cell of his being.

“She’ll be fine.” The words come out sounding sharp around the edges, cutting his tongue like shrapnel. “Everything will be fine.”

Bo-Katan disconnects the whipcord and rises to full height, apparently satisfied by his agreement. Din pushes himself onto his feet at a slower pace, his hand still shaking as if it's electric. He looks down at it, noticing for the first time the flesh is gone, replaced entirely by shadow. His expression tightens as he observes the change, realizing the black tendrils are slowly creeping up towards his wrist. 

An alarm rings out, reverberating off the canyon walls like an explosion. Din’s gaze snaps up just as Ahsoka lands on the ground in a defensive crouch. Now that it's been fully unveiled, the door bears a striking resemblance to ones he’s seen at military fortresses across the galaxy, ridiculously massive to intimidate enemies and impenetrable from outside attacks. It makes sense, he thinks with a scoff, someone as power-hungry as Gideon claiming an abandoned base as their lair. Without the wardings, Din is able to detect the massive number of souls gathering on the other side, resembling vermin crawling over one another in their haste to arm themselves. 

He searches for his angel’s soul, even just a glimpse of her bright light, only for his powers to instead encounter a massive cloud of dark, negatively-charged energy within a distant corner of the underground tunnel system. It fills an entire room, prohibiting him from sensing if anyone is inside. There is something strangely familiar about the energy, like he’s encountered its essence before, but he can’t recall the specifics of when or where. 

“It’s time.” 

Ahsoka’s voice reels his focus back to his physical surroundings. He notices the way her grip on her sabers tightens in anticipation and out of the corner of his eye Bo-Katan withdraws her blasters from their holsters.

The bottom of the door begins to raise with an earsplitting groan, but the mercenaries only wait the minimum amount of time it takes to pass under without hitting their heads to start charging forward. 

Every mortal has a beginning and an end just like everything else in the galaxy. These mercenaries are no exceptions, having long sealed their fates when they agreed to accept Gideon’s payment. So when Din’s shadowy hand phases through a man’s chest and tears his heart out of its cavity, staining the white salt under their feet crimson as blood bursts from the vacant hole, Din tells himself he’s simply fulfilling destiny. 

He repeats it when he discharges an assault of whistling birds, each one puncturing the throats of each target they encounter with a shrill warcry. And also when he rips a devaronian’s horn out of his head, a fragment of skull and bits of brain matter still gruesomely attached. 

Again and again, with each permanently silenced voice and every shattered fragile bone, destiny is fulfilled. 

~~

Din would be lying if he said he’s never wondered what it would be like to die. To pass on from this world into a new realm for him to explore. He’s imagined the idyllic afterlife mortals have written poems and novels about, describing it as a blissful safe haven where sorrow and tragedy have no definition because they do not exist. He’s familiar with their opinions of damnation’s appearance, too, as an infernal place of fire and brimstone and screaming.

They were wrong about that.

Damnation is not a distant hell. It is found in an underground lair on Crait. 

Instead of flames and sulfur, a Cupid’s blood is split and a soulmate bond is snapped in half. 

Instead of screaming, a madman laughs.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” Gideon says through his chuckles, hauling himself onto his feet. His voice is an abrasive rasp, as if he’s shredded his vocal cords by screaming. “I’ve had to be patient, wait to find your weakness so I could catch your attention. It’s a shame, really, she had to be the one you fell for. She was quite the little spitfire.”

Din stares at his soulmate’s motionless body, frozen in place. Please, he pulls at his severed half of the bond, resolutely ignoring how cold it feels. Open your eyes, angel. Don’t leave me. Please.

There is no response. Just heartbreaking silence.

“I sense your anger, your hurt, and grief. Those are mortal emotions.” The Seraph grimaces in disgust, then lets out a low hiss when he agitates the wounds on his face. “By living amongst their kind you’ve forgotten your true potential. You are not their equal, Death. You are their superior. Immortals are meant to be better than them. To rule over every aspect of their pitiful lives.”

“I don’t want to rule anyone,” Din says, dragging his eyes away from his angel to glare at Gideon. Both his hands begin to shake as his mind plunges into a gaping abyss of remorse and despair. “I just want a life with her.”

“Even dead, she continues to blind you.”

Din snarls viciously in response. His control is pushed closer to the brink, holding on by mere fingertips, and darkness engulfs the entire room as a result. 

The glow of the Darksaber persists, reflecting off his beskar and Gideon’s armor. It reminds him of moonlight, and he thinks for all that Bo-Katan warned him about the weapon’s sinful qualities, she did not mention its beauty. Even Ahsoka’s vision had failed to truly capture its radiance, just as a holovid can never compete with a face-to-face conversation. 

His powers are drawn to the Darksaber. The energy it emits matches the one encountered earlier when searching the tunnels for his angel’s aura. This close, there is no ignoring its familiarity, not when his brain feels seconds away from exploding. 

“I used to believe love conquers all,” Gideon prattles on, seemingly oblivious to Din’s torment. “I chose it as the Cupid motto because I thought there was nothing mortals cared more about than the health and happiness of their loved ones. Only after our fateful encounter did the Lightsaber reveal to me the truth.”

Lightsaber? Din’s head jerks up to stare at him, biting back a wince when the throbbing in the back of his mind intensifies at the movement. Does Gideon not realize the weapon has transformed? 

By connecting Ahsoka’s claim that Gideon didn’t fully understand the consequence of corrupting the Lightsaber with Bo-Katan’s explanation that the Darksaber deceives its wielder, the answer is an obvious one: he doesn’t.

Gideon mistakes Din’s confusion for interest and his lips slowly curl into a smile. “Mors aeterna. It means—”

“Death is eternal.” The translation slips unbiddenly from Din’s lips before he even realizes his mouth has opened.

“There is no one more feared or respected than you. But for what reason? What have you done to earn your reputation?” Gideon demands, spit flying as his anger flares. “You are no more than the universe’s favorite puppet. Mindlessly obedient to its every demand.” 

Hearing the truth always hurts, but hearing it from Gideon is especially torturous. Din’s creed to the universe has dictated his actions the entirety of his existence. He never fought against its orders, never thought of his own desires as more important than what it wanted.

Until he matched with his soulmate. She changed his priorities and shifted the center of his entire world by revealing to him even Death could experience love. 

There had been no hesitation when he broke his creed for her.

And he doesn’t hesitate breaking Ahsoka’s promise now.

“I just murdered your soulmate right in front of you and you do nothing. Did you ever love her at all?”

“I do.”

Din summons every trace of power and darkness he possesses and combines them together within his core—a volatile, pulsating mass of pure chaos. His beskar armor starts to crack and chip away, unable to withstand the increasing pressure. 

He thinks of his angel’s smiling face, the sound of her laughter, how bright her soul shines, and he thinks all those things are gone now. Not even a chance to say goodbye.

“More than anything.”

And Death lets go.

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This is part 4 of my Assasin!Marinette au based around @bambicambi ’s prompts. Thank you for reading!

Lesson 4: Only Entrust Your Secrets To Those You Find Worthy

Prompts:

“Okay, okay, listen, listen,” Marin took her brother’s face into her hands and stared intently into his eyes, “I’m not a good person. I will never be a good person. I am not you. You are not me. Stop. Trying. To. Change. Me.”

She smiled sharply at him, waiting for his response. She’s tired. She is very tired. She has tried, so many times, to change for him. To change her whole world view and be ‘herself’. She has tried to let her guard down, to let her real thoughts be known, and to stop pretending. But shes tired of trying to be something she’s not.

She can’t stop pretending, she can’t stop being alert, she can’t voice her thoughts, and she can’t change for him. She has tried and failed to change for him. She loves her brother, so much, but she can’t be what he wants her to be.

“Ukht..”

She slowly let go of his face, ignoring the urge to flinch at the name. She calls him Akhi. She calls him Damian. She calls him Little Brother. She does those things. He never does. He only ever calls her Marin. Her name. Never Ukht. Never little sister. Never nicknames.

Her natural reaction was to lash out. To be bitter and mad and to put up a wall and keep him at a distance. It’s a defense mechanism. But shes been taught to do the opposite of her natural reactions. So… she grinned.

“Akhi.”

She could see the signs in his face, in his body language, in the way he’s breathing. He knows she’s putting up a show. He knows. He sees right through her.

But at the same time he doesn’t. She’s fine with that.

“Ukht.”

—————

Damian: ...what??

Jon: she completely changed-

Damian: her molds.

Jon: no. no, you don't understand. Her heart beat was beating unbelievably fast and them once she shrugged it went from 100 to 0...

Damian: what are you saying.

Jon: I'm saying thats... not normal. She could change her heart beat by will, Damian!

Damian: i can do the same.

Jon: no you can't.

Damian: I can? We were trained to-

Jon: yes and no, there is a difference between you two, Damian. Her's was completley natural. Completely. I could tell-

Damian: isn't everything natural-

Jon: Damian!

Damian: I'm just trying to understand, Jon.

Jon: her heartbeat. Went from 100 to 0. It was like she completely changed into a different person.

Damian: I explained to you already, Jon. Those are her molds... they are similar to different people.

Jon: ... that's messed up.

Damian: I agree.

Jon: so messed up.

Damian: yes.

Jon: I hate the league.

Damian: as do we.

——————

Marinette: *crying* ...

Tim: *sitting beside her* ...

Marinette: ...

Tim: do you ever think about whether or not what we're doing is worth it?

Marinette: *whispers* yes.

Tim: *grabs her hand* what do you feel about it right now?

Marinette: *curls around herself* that it's so unfair and so not worth it.

Tim: *squeezes her hand* I know.. *sniffs, hoarsely* I know it doesn't feel worth it at the moment…

_____________

Damian stared out the window of the small car occasionally picking at the strap of his bag.  It was complete silence for the majority of the ride, only the sound of the car moving on the road and through traffic could be heard.  That was until Grayson cleared his throat and asked,

“You doing okay?”

Damian simply rolled his eyes, never taking his gaze away from the window.

“I’m fine Grayson.  She can take care of herself.  Besides, she’ll contact me when she’s ready.  She would never abandon me.”

He clenched his fist around the strap of the bag ignoring the thoughts saying, ‘but didn’t she just do that?’ or, ‘she’s already gone.’  No, she did what she felt she needed to do for survival.  Father had threatened her and-and he had pushed her too far.  Their fights resurfaced and he bit his lip to hide his sorrow and frustration.  One fight specifically came to mind, and now it would forever haunt him.

*

“Okay, okay, listen, listen,”

Marin took her brother’s face into her hands and stared intently into his eyes,

“I’m not a good person. I will never be a good person. I am not you. You are not me. Stop. Trying. To. Change. Me.”

She smiled sharply at him, waiting for his response.   He could see the tired look in her eyes, the bags that colored under her eyes from her sleepless nights.  She was waiting for him to refute.  He believed she could change, that she was a good person, that she could drop the molds completely.  He believed that one day she could push through the trauma and be herself and let her guard down.  They weren’t in the League anymore, their father would keep them safe and away from them.

“Ukht..”

He began but stopped seeing the small glint of fear in her eyes.  Did she not like it when he called her sister?  Did he do something wrong?  He continued to stare at her, her face not body betraying how she truly felt about the name.  Slowly she let go of his face and took a step back with a sigh replying,

“Akhi.”

He continued to watch her and saw the ever so slight twitch of her fingers and knew she was either frustrated or nervous.  She was putting her walls back up, using a mold.  It wasn’t Marinette, but he could tell she was using one of them.  He saw through her act, saw that she was trying to shove everything down and hide again, he knew that she was still pretending in front of him, and it hurt.

“Ukht.”

He said one more time and watched as she walked out of the room.  She was done with the conversation, but it certainly wasn’t the last time they had it.

*

That was one of their more civil conversations about that topic, sometimes they got heated and there was lots of yelling.  He wouldn’t be surprised if the others had heard them argue about it those few times.  Dick didn’t say anything else but looked rather tense and kept glancing at him.  He could see the worry and pity in his eyes and it irritated him to no end.  He was fine, he knew she would be fine and that she would come back when she was ready, she always came back in the end.  She was too strong to ever fall at the hands of anyone, she just needed time to find who she was….without him.

He didn’t know how long they had driven when they began to drive up to a large ‘T’ shaped tower.  When they stopped he quickly hopped out of the car and saw a bunch of other teens and Jon jumping excitedly in place.  He looked to his other side and saw his brother Grayson shake hands with a tall lady with orange skin, fiery red hair, and glowing neon green eyes.

“This is Damian, Damian this is Koriand'r, also known as Starfire.”

The lady bent down and gave him a bright smile that he despised,

“Hello Damian, it’s nice to meet you.”

She stuck out her hand for him to shake, but he just glared at it and turned away.

“I’ll be in my room.”

As he walked to the entrance all of the other children parted, except Jon who just followed him.

“So..”

Jon began once they were in the elevator,

“Where’s Marin?  Is your dad finally beginning to-”

“She left.”

Was his brief response as he crossed his arms and glared at the door.  Silence filled the small space for a few brief moments before he nervously asked,

“Like on a mission?”

“No, father… ‘tested’ her,”

He said placing air quotes around the word, “tested”,

“It was too much and she ran away.  She said she was going to go back to the league and that she left with Todd.”

The silence that followed was so tense it was almost suffocating.  He glanced over at Jon when he heard him breath a sigh of relief.  Damian raised a brow in question at his friend’s companion’s reaction.  He gave a shy smile and rubbed his neck in an awkward motion before replying,

“I checked for her heartbeat and found it.  She’s with Jason, but she isn’t with the League.”

That’s right, Jon has super hearing, he could find her and tell him!  He turned to face his friend and demanded,

“Where is she?!”

Jon gulped and shook his head as a shiver ran down his spine.

“I’m sorry Damian, but have you met your sister?  She is worse than you, if I told you..”

Another shiver ran down his spine as he hugged himself,

“I’d rather keep my life and not be tortured by her.  You didn’t hear the threat she told me when we first started hanging out.  She’ll tell when she’s ready, until then, I can’t say anything.”

Damian glared at him but knew that he was right, that didn’t mean that he would give up.

“I have kryptonite in one of my pockets.”

He threatened as they stepped out of the elevator that was now open to the hall that led to the rooms.

“Yea well Marin told me that she would…”

He stopped and paled,

“you don’t want to know.  How are you considered the violent twin?”

“She always uses her molds.”

A short pause,

“Right.”

Was Jon’s reply.  Jon remembered when he had been talking to her about school work and her molds.  She had been nervous, her heart rate had spiked, then it… just…..changed.  He had talked to Damian about it right after.

*

Damian had looked at him weird when he had asked what was wrong with Marin and if she had some kind of condition.

“...What?”

He had asked with a raised defensive brow and he could see his hand reaching for his katana.

“She completely changed-”

He began in a non accusing manner raising both of his hands up in an act of surrender.  Damian quickly relaxed immediately responding,

“Her molds.”

As he looked back down at the book he was currently reading.  Jon raised a brow and quickly said getting closer to Damian trying to get him to understand what he was trying to convey,

“No.  No, you don’t understand.  Her heartbeat was beating unbelievably fast and then once she shrugged it went from 100 to 0…”

He began to trail off as Damian let out a sigh and looked back up at him.  Raising his brow once again he asked,

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,”

Jon said trying to emphasize his words for his friend to understand what he was trying to get through to him,

“That’s… not normal.  She could change her heart beat by will, Damian!”

Damian rolled his eyes returning to the book offhandedly replying,

“I can do the same.”

Jon sighed in frustration replying,

“No.  You can’t.”

“I can?”

He replied in a sarcastic question,

“We were trained to-”

Jon then interrupted him, understanding what his friend meant.

“Yes and no, there is a difference between you two, Damian.  Hers was completely natural.  Completely .  I could tell-”

“Isn’t everything natural?”

He offhandedly asked.

“Damian!”

Jon yelled, crossing her arms and glaring at him slightly.  Damian sighed once again and closed his book completely and looked him in the eyes.

“I’m just trying to understand, Jon.”

“Her heartbeat.”

Jon said slowly emphasizing his words,

“Went from 100 to 0.  It was like she completely changed into a different person.”

Damian glared at the wall past Jon’s head and said as he steepled his fingers together.

“I explained to you already, Jon.  Those are her molds…”

He paused for a moment before continuing,

“They are similar to different people.”

Jon was processing what he meant and he felt his heart sink as he thought about what his friend must have gone through to be able to do that.

“So messed up.”

He whispered as he stared down at the ground beneath them.

“Yes.”

Damian simply agreed, slowly opening the book back open and trying to find the page he left off on.

“I hate the league.”

Jon spat.  He had seen all of the scars and injuries that littered her body.  There were so many, he often wondered how she was still alive.

“As do we.”

Damian whispered as silence filled the room they were in.

*

They had arrived at Damian’s room and Jon sat on his bed while he watched Damian unpack.

“She’ll come around when she is ready Damian, we both know it, she’s too loyal, especially to you.”

Jon quietly said as he watched Damian place a dagger on a holder with the utmost care onto the wall.  Damian didn’t say anything and he only knew Damian had heard him was the slight nod he had given him.  Quickly Damian turned and started stalking to the door,

“I demand you show me where the training facility is.”

He called as he left, Jon gave him a sad smile and quickly flew over to him and led him to where the training room was.  He knew that his friend needed to let go of the pent up rage and aggression that he was obviously hiding, so he wouldn’t say anything more about the topic.  Instead he rattled on about how they would both be able to carpool together to school, and about some of the missions they had gone and that he would be a part of, and about how cool the others on the team were.  Hopefully he would be able to make a good impression for them so that they won’t meet the end of Damian’s blade for their first meetings.  He had been there and done that, and even if the sword he had couldn’t hurt him, it still scared him to no end.

__________

Damian had found his new team…...interesting to say the least.  They were similar to his family, but also very different in the way that they interacted.  Beast Boy was his least favorite on the team, but he could turn into animals, so he was adequate he guessed.

Next was Blue Beetle, he was very powerful but relied too much on the alien stuck to his back to protect him.  He needed more training and to learn more self reliance or else he would end up dead.  Not to mention that he did not have full control over the thing, that could be his downfall one day if it got upset and attacked leaving Jaime vulnerable to an attack.

Raven was a very interesting character, and one that he respected.  She mostly kept to herself, but he didn’t trust her.  She held too many secrets, she was too much of an unknown for him to feel comfortable around her.  She could put them in danger because one day the magic she has won’t be enough, or it could lead to their doom.

Starfire was too cheery.  She doesn’t completely comprehend things or think through things like she should.  She didn’t look into any of their pasts, didn’t put up any contingencies, she just led blindly and that would weaken their team.  It didn’t help that his brother Nightwing had an all too obvious liking for her.  Subtlety was never his strong suit.

Damian watched in silence as his new team interacted with each other.  He needed to find their weaknesses and study them so that he knew what to do in case they turned on him for any reason.  He could tell that Raven was studying him too, she was aware and absorbent and slow to trust, he respected that.  Better to be weary and live than be trusting and be dead.  They didn’t talk to each other, but there was silent respect that passed between the two that both could feel.

His thoughts wandered back to their father and what he was doing and if he was trying to find Marin.  There was a part of him that wished he was, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t true, but he didn’t want to believe it.  Their father would not be like their grandfather, he wouldn’t be like Mother, or her old handlers.  He would do what was right, and that would be to find his sister, his daughter, and try to bring her home after asking for forgiveness.  It was all wishful thinking though, he knew it was, but he could imagine that’s what was happening.  In reality Drake and Gordon were probably the only ones looking, Pennyworth probably already knows where they are or will know very soon.  Alfred knows everything and while frightening at first, one would get used to it after years of living with him.  It didn’t help that Kent knew where she was but refused to tell him.  Not to mention that she was with Todd of all people.  No, it did not hurt him that Todd was more trusted in her eyes than he was, he didn’t care, but one bit.

He needed to clear his mind, this kind of thinking was never good and would cloud his judgment.  He could not make a mistake, he was above it.  Quietly he stood and walked to his room where he practiced his forms.  It was relaxing, almost therapeutic the way the sword moved with him.  It was an extension of himself and he felt naked when he did have at least one of his katanas with him.  The movements started out slow, but the racing thoughts only grew louder.  He wasn’t good enough, he wasn’t trusted.  He thrust his sword forward making a whooshing noise, his grip tightened on the hilt.  He was a failure, he helped break her, he didn’t help her in the way she needed it.  Fast, his forward thrust harsh and promised a painful demise if someone was in front of it.  Self deprecating thoughts were too loud in his head, too much, he had never felt this way before and it was overwhelming.  The sword escaped his grip seamlessly flying through the wall where a startled cry sounded.

“Watch it dude!”

Beast Boy yelled as he banged on the wall harshly,

“You could hurt someone with that.  Hasn’t your mother taught you not to play with knives!”

He rolled his eyes at that.  It was quite the contrary actually, he was encouraged to play with them.  Tasked to find the most comfortable weapon for training so he could carry out his tasks flawlessly.  He turned to stare out the window, ignoring the sword still embedded in the wall.  It was dark, the moon was out, but it wasn’t full.  Clouds covered the skyline covering up the few stars that were able to shine through the light of the city.  He looked down and saw Raven in front of a fire meditating, he didn’t know what to feel about her.  He had hacked into the database, but there was nothing about her, no information, only that she wasn’t from this world.  That could have fatal consequences, not to mention she was a magic user which made her all the more dangerous as magic was spontaneous and hard to plan around.

He hadn’t realized he had been walking towards where she had been outside until was in the tree line watching her.

“It’s rude to stare.”

Damian’s glare grew, he didn’t understand her and it frustrated him to know end.  He needed information on everyone, but he just couldn’t seem to get any on her.  He stepped out into the light of the fire and stared the girl down.  She hadn’t opened her eyes or even flinched, meaning she could sense other presences.

“What are you even doing out here?”

He demanded as he stared the girl down.

“Meditating, anything beyond that is none of your concern.”

He grit his teeth in frustration.

“Everything here is my concern, just like it should be yours.  You're hiding something.”

She opened one of her eyes and looked at him before dryly replying,

“So are you.  We all are.  It’s none of your business what until it’s time to be said.”

His glare deepened as Raven simply closed her eye and resumed what she was doing as if he was never there in the first place.  He growled and stomped away.  It was his business, secrets equaled faults, faults equaled failing, failing equaled death.  It’s why Marin had to leave, she kept secrets, she wouldn’t let anyone know anything, it created problems, it created a rift, then she left.  If he could get the others to trust their secrets to him then he could keep the team together, there wouldn’t be any betrayal.  How would he do it was the question, maybe he could get Grayson to gather the information and report it back to him.  Maybe, just maybe, he could finally do something right.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *

Tim stared at the blank screen in front of him.  He looked at the tracker on her Hummingbird uniform and noticed it was atop a building, he highly doubted that was where she was.  She was too careful, she planned more than him, her mind was constantly on high alert and paranoid.  They were similar in a way, where his goal was to never make a mistake, hers was to always be perfect.  Most people would think it was the same, but there was a difference.  She and Cass got along really well together, the three of them seemed almost inseparable.  He realized that Cass didn’t know what had happened, she was currently on assignment with Kate and Steph in Hong Kong.  He had often heard Damian and Marinette arguing, he tried not to eavesdrop……, buuuuuut he was curious.  Damian had been loudly yelling about her being herself and not “Marinette”, she was yelling about how he should stop trying to change her, and that she was a terrible person.  Of course he knew she was acting when he first met her and when he watched her interact with the others, there was no way someone from the League of Assassins, especially born and raised there, just came out of that unscarred both mentally and physically.

Bruce had told him his suspicions of her and told him to be on the look out for if she would try to harm them in any way.  The more he was around Marin though, the more similar they seemed.  Both had the same sleep schedule, which is to say they didn’t sleep at all.  He could tell when she was plagued by nightmares by how glazed her eyes would be, they both were driven by caffeine, they both had a more calculative way of fighting; she was better at striking and fast acting than him though, his goal was to never make a mistake, hers was to be perfect.  Those were two different things, yet they were still similar in a way that only Marin, Cass, and Tim would know.  She wasn’t a threat, not once had she ever acted out physically on them, but she had said and acted in a completely different way before.  Tim bit his lip realizing what she must have been doing.  Marin didn’t show much, she was guarded and knew how to keep herself in check at all times, but sometimes her fingers would twitch ever so slightly, or her nose would scrunch up a bit, or her eye would twitch ever so slightly.  She had tiny tells, tells you would need to pay close attention to to even notice they existed.  He had seen them, and they happened frequently when she had changed so suddenly.  Now that he thought about it, and adding some of the information he got from their fights, it was her trying to be herself.  They pushed her away though by leaving her alone, by Bruce never talking to or acknowledging her and her efforts, by attacking her for no reason.

He typed at the keyboard harshly as his thoughts flickered around.  Dick and Damian were lucky to be able to leave in his eyes, Tim wanted to be searching for his little sister, the only one, besides Cass, that truly seemed to understand him.  She constantly was someone else around them, she didn’t like to be herself.  There was something she hid from, it wasn’t just them, it was something else.  No doubt things from her memories, if memory served him correct she was considered one of the league’s best field agents.  She didn’t talk about it much, but what little he’s gotten she was tasked with things that not even Damian has been through.  Ra’s was sexist, she was born first, she was their experiment to see what was enough or too much for the future heir of the League, for Damian.

There were a few nights that stood out to him, when she would reveal small things to him knowing that he would be able to piece what she said together eventually.  One night though, one night stood out to him the greatest.  He could never forget it, because it was the first time he had seen her break, her guard had dropped.  No one else was in the house besides Alfred, but he was in the batcave monitoring the others on patrol.  Tim had been benched for a stab wound he had gotten about a week prior, and because no one could tale or follow Marin, she was benched too.  They had been in one of the main rooms resting on the couch, Tim working through some cold cases and Marin just staring blankly into the distance.  She had been eerily quiet, and he was getting worried because usually she would talk or joke with him, even work with him.  She just sat there though, and that was never a good sign.  He looked over at her and noticed her sleeve was pulled up, which was very rare as she always wore long sleeves and refused to show her upper arms.  From the light of the computer he could make out scars, old ones, but painful ones.  He hadn’t realized what he was doing until he touched her arm and traced the length of it. Her sleeve was rolled to her elbow, but he could tell that the scar went farther up which was scary considering it also rounded almost her entire arm.

“What happened?”

*

He asked breathlessly, he couldn’t take his eyes off of it even if he could barely see it from the dull light his laptop provided.  He heard her suck in a sharp breath and was quickly snapped out of his trance.  He looked up at her face and saw her eyes glaze over in what appeared to be held back tears.  When she opened her mouth all that came out was a soft sob, and by her reaction to it she did not intend for it.  Tears fell down her cheeks and Tim didn’t know what to do.  She was always so well composed, always wore a smile, even if it wasn’t real, she never let her emotions get the better of her.  He knew that it was only a matter of time until her bottle finally cracked, especially since she could never let it at the League.  She was like everyone in the family in the way they compartmentalize everything until they just couldn’t take it anymore.  Marin didn’t say anything after that, but the tears kept flowing down her cheeks as she finally just let herself feel.  Tim didn’t move, but stayed by her side knowing that even a silent companion could help.  A few minutes of silence passed them before Tim whispered out,

“Do you ever think whether or not what we’re doing is worth it?”

There was another few moments of silence before Marin whispered back,

“Yes.”

He looked back down at her arm and saw her tracing different scars she no doubt memorized on her skin.  Gently he took her hand trying to show her that he would be there for her, that he would be her brother no matter what.

“What do you feel about it right now?”

Marin brought her knees up to her chest, she wasn’t faking, she was allowing herself to be vulnerable.  She had never had this opportunity like this before, it was new, and she didn’t really know how to feel about it.  She didn’t know how to respond to the question either.  She often thought this in the league, she thought this after she had finished her mission, she thought this when a target had been dealt with at her hands, she thought this as she stood next to her father that never acknowledged her existence, she thought this when Damian tried to get her to stop pretending, she thought this often, but she didn’t really know what to feel now.  Though, when she thought of all the blood her hands have been stained with, as she thought about how different she was from her brother and his expectations, as she thought about her handlers and her training, as she thought about how little trust her father had in her, she had her answer.

“That it’s so unfair and so not worth it.”

Tim had watched her while she thought. Her face was blank for the most part, but he knew what to look for, the little things that gave away what she felt.  Her answer though, he understood it.  He had lost his parents, while they weren’t the best and constantly neglected him, they were still his parents.  Jason and Damian had tried to kill him multiple times, Dick had simply rejected him when Bruce had disappeared, he had thought his teammates had died multiple times only for it to be a trick, not to mention the Joker Jr. incident.

“I know...”

He could feel his own tears start to well up in his eyes and had to sniff a little to make sure he didn’t let his nose run.  He squeezed her hands a little tighter trying to convey his understanding and care.

“I know it doesn’t feel worth it at the moment…”

*

He took a deep breath getting his words in order so he could do something right and comfort her.

“I promise though, one day when you find out for yourself what you truly want to do and be, that everything that has led up to that moment will make it seem like it was worth it.  Things for you, and you especially have been challenging and just horrible.  You are not like Damian, and I mean that in so many ways.  He shows his emotions, he is not afraid to let them out, but you, I can by the way you talk and the actions you take, that you just can not.  You have been trained to change, to adapt in a way that he does not understand.”

He paused, gauging her reaction and letting her process his words before continuing,

“It definitely doesn’t seem worth it now, and maybe it may never be worth it.  That is for you to decide, and only you.  One day you’ll be able to escape and leave, find yourself, make a name for yourself by yourself.  Marin, you’re more than your scars, more than the training you were forced into.  Fate has a weird way of messing with us, so it may seem worth it now, but I promise you, it will be.”

Marin stared into his eyes, and it felt like he was staring into his very soul trying to figure out the hidden motive behind his words.  Truth be told, there was none, he respected her too much to trick her.  She was his little sister after all, and he would protect her with everything he had.  After she had found what she was looking for he wasn’t expecting to be pushed onto his back on the couch.

“You all need to stop trying to tame me, I’m the tiger here.  Damian is the house cat, and while he will accept it I will destroy you all.”

Tim blinked in surprise, a smile soon taking over his face as he realized what was happening.  Quickly he grabbed her wrist and dragged her down with him, but that backfired as she proceeded to roll and shove him off the couch as she stole his laptop and began to work on the cases he was working on while in his spot.

“Go to bed Timothy, it’s been four days.”

She said with an eye roll as he continued to just lay on the floor and glare up at her.

~~~~~~

He hadn’t realized how lost in thought he had been until he felt someone poke his side and he jumped.  He turned and glared at whoever it was only to see Babs.  He gave her a sheepish smile and went back to typing up the report he was working on on the Batcomputer.

“Think she’ll come back?”

Babs whispered.  The Marin and Babs were never very close, but they were close enough and enjoyed messing with Damian when able to.

“Honestly, I don’t know.”

Tim began pausing his typing but letting his hands hover over the keyboard.

“I just hope that whatever she decides to do now that she’s away from B will make her happy and that it will be worth it to her.”

Babs silently nodded and stared at the giant screen before them.  After a few moments of the tense silence she asked,

“Want to leave this to B and help me mess with Bruce’s stuff?”

Tim smiled wickedly.  Oh, they would do more than mess with his stuff, he drove their baby sister away from them.  Bruce would regret all of his life choices once they were through, especially when they contacted the girls about the situation, which he would leave to Babs.  All Hell was about to break loose, and it would all be Bruce’s fault.

Next

#Maribat #assassin!marinette #Assassin marinette #Marinette is one of Marin’s molds #marin al ghul wayne #sibling daminette #platonic timari #sibling timinette #damian al ghul wayne #based off a tumblr post #teen titans #damian and jon #dick grayson #barbara gordon #angst #hurt/comfort #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #mlb x batman #miraculous ladybug #batman #crossover

[pearlcaddy]

35? 🥰🥰

35. An awkward kiss given after a first date (All-Human AU, Aged-Up Jukebox because I no longer remember how to write them as teenagers)

Rock Paper Scissors

In seven years of knowing Julie, Luke has never felt awkward around her. Awed and nervous, sure. Ever since she wandered into their high school auditions for Wicked, opened her mouth, and nabbed the role of Elphaba as a freaking ninth grader, she’s had his full, often fumbled, attention and adoration.

But he hadn’t ever meant to ask her out. She’s been one of his best friends for years, and they’ve been each other’s first sounding board for song ideas—her for her solo career, him for Sunset Curve—and he’d never wanted to mess with that. But last week, they’d been working in their shared rental studio until late in the night, and he’d been too sleep-deprived and too overwhelmed by her beauty in the low, golden lighting of the music stand lamps and so he’d asked “You wanna get dinner this week?” without a thought because he is an actual disaster—

“Of course.”

Two greatest words spoken in the English language? Confirmed.

But the actual date is… weird. When he picks her up at her place and tells her that she looks really pretty, she immediately focuses on her feet and mumbles, “Oh, um, thanks.” And she then proceeds to act aggressively normal on their date, making the same jokes, the same banter, the same musical conversations. Which is exactly what he wants out of a relationship with her, but the vibe is off. He thought there would at least be some soft looks and sheepish smiles and discussion of feelings. But it feels the same as every single dinner they’ve ever had. In a last, desperate attempt to capture some date-like vibes, he leaves his left hand stretched toward the middle of the table the whole night, hoping she’ll take it eventually, but his hand remains empty. And when it comes time to pay the bill, they decide who pays the way they always do—rock paper scissors—even though he’s heard her say that she always splits the check on dates.

So he’s feeling entirely wrong-footed, especially when he pulls up in front of her place and turns off the car.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“… walking you to your door?”

She raises an eyebrow and lets out a bemused chuckle. “Okay?”

Fuck. Is this the worst date in the history of dates? She’s that desperate to just flee the car? But she doesn’t just tell him to stay, and she would have if she wanted him to, so it’s not a rejection exactly. Not a rejection of his presence, at least. Just of the concept of dating him.

He wants to drive back to his apartment immediately and sulk under a pile of sad blankets with some mopey Bob Dylan, but he’s already committed to walking her to her door. So he shoves his hands in his pockets and trails after her as she opens the gate of her building, the door almost slamming him in the face when he doesn’t get his hands out in time to catch it. She leads the way across the small courtyard to her apartment door and turns around, bemused expression still filling her face. “Ta-da?”

He chuckles nervously. “Okay, I get it. Don’t walk you to your door.”

She forces a smile. “Just seems a bit excessive.”

The same nervous chuckle slips out of his lips as he rubs the back of his head. She tracks the movement of his arm, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion.

“Uh, thanks for coming out tonight,” he says.

“Well, you paid. So thanks for that.”

“Thanks for being a really predictable rock paper scissors player.”

For the first time since he stopped the car, the confusion and awkward tension drops from her body and she shifts closer to him. “What?”

“You always do paper if your meal was the cheaper one, and scissors if your meal was more expensive. Like you’re trying to get more aggressive to make sure you pay the bill?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yeah, you do.”

Her mouth falls slightly open as she looks off to the side, like she’s replaying every game of rock paper scissors she’s ever played. “I… huh.” She cuts her eyes to him, peering up at him partially through her eyelashes. “Are you saying the game’s been rigged this whole time?”

“Pretty much.” She narrows her eyes, so he bumps her elbow with his. “I keep it even. For now. You’re pulling bigger royalty checks than we are these days.”

She snorts. “Right, cause that’s where we make our money. Royalties.”

“Any day, you’re gonna be filling the Garden, and then I’m definitely letting you win every time.”

She swings in closer, peering up at him from a distance that’s… unfair to the continued function of his brain, honestly. “So my reward for getting rich and famous is that I get to buy you dinner?”

“Or you could get better at rock paper scissors, but that’s probably impossible.”

“And me getting famous isn’t?”

“Nah, that’s inevitable.”

She’s gazing up at him with this unbelievably fond, open expression, eyes resting on his face like he’s her own personal source of joy, and it finally feels like a date. A different kind of tension running between them that’s filled with anticipation and affection. And when her eyes flick to his mouth, he doesn’t let himself second-guess before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

The height difference, which he’s never thought of as substantial before, makes it awkward, and his lips land slightly off-center, but the bigger issue is that she leans back almost as soon as his lips find hers.

Fuck.

“What was that?” she exclaims.

He holds up his hands and skips back, giving her space. “I’m so sorry, I completely misread that.”

Her hand comes up to her lips, tracing the skin like she’s just woken up from a very immersive dream. Her eyes slowly drift to his. “Wait. Was this a date?”

What.

“Uhh, yeah. I asked you to dinner.”

“We have dinner basically every week.”

“But I never ask. It’s always, like, ‘you’re up for food, yeah?,’ not ‘do you wanna go to dinner?’”

Oh god, why is he so bad with his words when he’s not writing lyrics? How did he so totally screw up this amazing, precious, important thing they have?

But she bursts into giggles. “That’s not a clear enough distinction.”

“I thought it was pretty clear,” he mumbles.

She steps in closer, a bright smile sliding over her face, and hope slips into his chest as she tilts her chin up. “No. Here’s how you ask someone out: Luke Patterson, do you want to go out with me?”

Is it possible to overload his heart with happiness? He cups her face, grinning as he thumbs the soft skin of her cheek.

“Yeah. You free tonight?”

She pops up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against his: sweet, gentle, pure, and filled with a fondness than even his insecurities can’t deny. Before he can get lost in the kiss, she pulls back and rolls her eyes at him.

“Of course. All you had to do was ask.”

#jukebox #juke #palina #julie x luke #luke x julie #jatp #jatp fic #my fic #my fic link #pearlcaddy tumblr fic #prompt #pearlcaddy kiss prompt

[binniesthighs]

hi ro!!

i really love this ask idea lolololol it's so cute!!

how about this heart kids room jilix pic?? i love this picture they're so cute

✨send me your fave pic of a skz member (or members) and I’ll make a lil scenario out of it! ✨ (CLOSED)  

i was NOT kidding when i said that you really hit me in my feels with this pairing AH for some reason jilix has been on my brain like crazy??🥺  and for no good reason?? this image is screaming at me to write a full poly fic (if someone would like to enable me 👉👈) but for now i’ll just write a lil blurb to tie us over for the night! ;) 

reader x jilix threesome, cuties in love/friends to lovers, subs!jilix, dom!reader, fluffy tones, mutual masturbation, a poly fic if that’s how ya wanna read it ;) 

more under the snip! 

felix suggested the idea, even though he was the last person that you could have guessed suggest something as such. 

jisung agreed, maybe even a little too quickly, but it wasn’t like you were thinking the exact same thing. 

the technicalities were a bit complicated considering that you were working with two twin sized xl beds pushed together to make a mega bed of sorts. still, the was plenty of space to share. 

it was unfair how cute the both of them looked beside you: it was almost like it was impossible for you to not harbor some kind of attraction to your two best friends when they gave you every reason in the world to. jisung was the kind of friend that you could take anywhere, the kind who would do anything with you as long as it was you he was with. felix was patient and kind; an inherent good listener and a general calming presence and voice of reason when anything would feel wrong. 

you came together together on the one morning when none of you had anything to do and it was particularly snowy and cold. the whole world appeared to covered in a blanket on white the day that school had been cancelled, and outside the fogged window, you could hear the laugher of students making the most of the day. 

you cuddled the two of them close, a mess of legs all tangled with socks that were slipping off of feet and cotton tees that would ride up to expose the dimples over hips and belly buttons. 

both of them gasped out with tiny silent hitches to their breaths, both of them burying their faces into you, hands trembling while they explored the expanse of your body which they both of them craved to touch. 

in your right and left hand, you wrapped your fingers around their adorably cute pink erections which dripped with pearlescent strings of pre-cum onto you. their bodies shook in tandem, slipping under you and the power that you held over them. you squeezed tighter to the symphony of both of their choked little moans filling up your ears. 

felix’s eyes sparkled looking over to you while you toyed with his slit, and he jerked his hips to get even closer to you for ease of access. jisung held onto your shoulder tightly with brows furrowed and a hesitant breath like he was holding himself back. 

with a kiss to his forehead, you soothed him, “you don’t have to be so quiet sungie, if it feels good, i’d love to hear.” 

he nodded with a fast lick to his lips, then gazed upon you with the same infatuation as the other boy had. 

both of their hands felt euphoric on your body--they left nowhere to be untouched, nowhere to wonder what it might feel like. 

jisung gently pulled your thighs apart to gift fluttering touches to you in the area that would flinch from the slightest amount of attention, and felix moved to press little kisses and kitten licks to your neck where he sucked in tiny bruises. 

with each passing twist of your wrist, their breathing grew heavier; dry gulps down their throats indicated to you that they were beginning to come undone just from you--the thought was so unbelievable that you you had to keep it from rushing to your head. they were the two people that you held most dear, and here they were at your mercy: pliable and willing all for you. 

felix pleaded with a small whine to his voice, “please...harder...faster?” 

jisung nodded to echo the sentiment, going to also give the heat between your legs attention as well. every factor added to your own state, and from feeling his long fingers right where you needed him most, you also found your hips keening into the air. 

the three of you giggled out with how crazy it all seemed, how odd it was that you had gotten to this point, but none of you wanted to back out. 

jisung shivered beside you, and thrust his hips into your palm, growing more vocal too. 

“sungie...you’re getting impatient aren’t you?” 

“s-sorry...” he apologized headily, “just feels, really, really good.” 

your friend took his turn rubbing at you even harder, erratically so, trying to get as much as a response from you as you did him. 

with his smaller hands, felix turned your head to face him, giving you fluttering kisses with his lips that tasted like peppermint. jisung made a little disgruntled sound seeing that he wasn’t getting the same treatment, to which you then let him take his turn filling you up with his sweet cinnamony taste too. 

“can i maybe...feel your mouth too?” felix gingerly asked. 

jisung’s eyes widened at the proposition with a little glint to his wettened lip. 

“hmmm, well, i wouldn’t mind that” 

the both of your friends beamed wildly, forgetting momentarily that you were still in their control. you gave them a harsh squeeze as a reminder, and both of them toppled groaning out sinfully. 

“i wouldn’t mind doing plenty of things to the both of you if you’ll let me.” 

#binniesthighs 💌 #cutie moots #lechanters #skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #skz hard hours #stray kids hard hours

[ak47stylegirl]

No.20- Doctor’s Visit/ Check-up (centralising Scott and Alan, of course). Enjoy ;)

Anon, you should not have enabled me lol 😂 this fic took over my life for the last couple of days, and reached 7840 words!! 😅 So this fic is definitely a chapter fic, as it's just too big! 🤣😅

//Talking to myself// I'm not making this into an AU series, I'm not making this into an AU series, I'm not-Damn it! //done talking to herself// There may be some reappearances of this AU in the future😅

Also, I want to thank @tsarinatorment and @janetm74 for listening to all my crazy rambling about this fic XD

I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter 😂 (Don't worry, this fic is completely written already, i just need to post the chapters, no long waits for this fic lol 😅)

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Alan sighed heavily, staring out the car window as Scott pulled into the specialist section of the hospital car part.

Scott had parked Thunderbird one at a local airbase, not wanting to draw the unwanted attention that came with said Thunderbird.

And if the media somehow shows up? Oh boy, they would quickly learn what happens when you piss off Scott Tracy.

Scott, under no circumstances, wanted to deal with the media today.

The 7-year-old looked over at Scott, a miserable expression on his face. Alan was sickly pale, skin almost a light grey colour, which broke and bruised so easily.

Alan was also unhealthy skinny, having lost a whole lot of body fat in the years since he was diagnosed with this dreadful generic disease.

It's been a hard couple of years, with Alan's diagnosis and Dad’s…

It has been and still is unbelievably hard, Scott thought with a sorrow-filled expression, looking over at Alan in the back, secured in his car seat.

Alan whimpered softly, baby blue eyes moist.

Scott sighed sadly,

“I know you don’t like these appointments, sweetie..” Scott leaned over his chair, gently cupping Alan’s cheek, “I don’t enjoy them either, but….”

Alan closed his eyes, leaning into Scott’s hand, causing Scott’s heart to ache.

Because his baby brother, the child he had practically raised since Alan’s birth, should never have been this sick!

“But…” Scott’s voice wavered for a second, feeling the biggest urge to just pull Alan close and cry at the unfairness of it all. He had been telling the truth. These appointments weren't easy for him either.

They never got easier.

“But…I need you to be brave, okay?” Scott asked with a small comforting smile, “Can you do that for me?”

Alan blinked up at him, his face all scrunched up and eyes undeniably wet.

Scott’s gut twisted, getting a feeling that he may have a full-blown waterworks on his hands.

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Alan’s shoulders dropped, and the kid nodded with a pout, still looking as miserable as ever.

“I’ll…I’ll try….” Alan mumbled weakly, still looking as miserable as ever.

Scott smiled softly, “That’s my good boy….”

Alan looked down at his chair restraints, and began to fiddle with them, but his fingers wouldn’t cooperate with him.

It should be easy…But it wasn’t.

Alan tried weakly tugging on it, his bottom lip beginning to tremble. Alan tried to undo it again, but instead of it coming free, his wrist and fingers began to hurt.

While his wrist braces stopped him from doing any real damage, Alan really wasn’t supposed to be so rough with them or any of his limbs-

Why won’t they unbuckle already?! Isn’t anything easy for me anymore?!

“Oh, baby…”

Alan’s eyes widened as a much larger hand than his own, gently undid his restraints.

Alan looked up and found Scott smiling sadly down at him.

In the time Alan was struggling with his car chair, Scott had grabbed his satchel and walked all the way around to Alan’s side of the car.

Alan frowned, “I almost had it, Scotty….” Alan huffed with a grumpy pout, crossing his arms across his chest.

His arm braces made a scraping noise as they met each other.

Scott smiled fondly, “I’m sure you did, sweetheart, but it’s time to get out of the car, okay?” Scott ran his hand through Alan’s hair, smiling as Alan complains-

‘Hey! You’re messing up my hair!’

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop….” Scott chuckled softly, holding his hands up in surrender, “now come on, give me your hands...”

Alan dropped his pout, unable to stay mad at Scotty. Especially when, deep down, he was terrified of what this day entailed. This chronic disease had taken over his life, and he didn’t know how to deal with it.

He didn’t recognise himself anymore…

Sometimes there were just days where he would crawl into one of his big brother’s arms and cry the day away.

Alan put his hands in Scott’s much bigger one, who took hold of them with a firm but gentle grip.

“Okay, be careful now….” Scott slowly guiding Alan out of the car seat, “one leg after the other, good, that’s it-“

Alan’s legs instantly buckled as they touched the ground, causing Alan to cry out as gravity pulled him to the ground.

Strong arms caught him.

“Whoa! I got you! I got you… ” Scott comforted, stabilising and taking some of the weight off Alan’s trembling and seriously wobbly legs. “It’s alright….”

Alan whimpered, leaning heavily against Scott, struggling to find his balance. His legs were slipping about like there was ice underneath him, instead of concrete.

“Sweetie?”

Alan ignored Scott as he finally got his feet to stop slipping, his eyes lighting up as he looked up at Scott to cheer his victory-

Alan’s knees gave out. Why?! Alan thought beyond frustrated and upset, his face scrunching up.

Why was this his life now?!

He hated that his limbs were so weak that he couldn’t even walk without assistance! Or that he practically had zero balance!

It just wasn’t fair!

He hated it; he hated it all!

“Oh, baby…” Scott lifted Alan’s chin up gently, his expression terribly sad as he wiped away tears that Alan didn’t even realise he cried. “Don’t cry, I’m here, it’s alright….”

Alan hiccuped, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to get control of himself. Emotionally and physically…

Stupid legs…

Scott sighed softly, “Do you want me to get your hover-chair out of the car, Allie?” Scott gently stroked Alan’s fringe to the side, regarding Alan with a sad frown, “it’s okay if you need to use it….”

Alan sniffled, shaking his head.

“No..” Alan mumbled, determined to get his footing and walk, even if he had to lean heavily on Scott to do it. “I…I wanna…I wanna get this..”

Scott frowned slightly, debating if he should let Alan try one late time or not. The first option wins out with a weary sigh, “okay….”

Alan took a little step forward, holding on tightly to Scott’s arm. He wobbled dangerously, and Scott moved to step in-

But Alan stabilised himself, his leg braces finally starting to help support his weight. Alan looked up at Scott with a little smile, a bit uncertain and scared, but nonetheless happy. “see?”

“I see…” Scott smiled proudly, even though he knew that Alan was very much leaning on him still for support.

Seeing Alan happy these days was a rare sight, so he wasn’t going to ruin it by mentioning it.

But they were going to be late if they didn’t get moving soon, Scott thought with a frown, looking at his watch.

“Okay, we better get going, kiddo….” Scott locked his car, and began leading Alan towards the hospital. “or we’ll be late for your appointment….”

“Oh..” Alan’s smile dropped, that miserable expression appearing once again as Alan took a wobbly step to follow Scott, “Okay….”

TBC...

#thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #alan tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #sick character #sicktember2021 #sickfic #tw: chronic illness

[shhhlikeme]

“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #11:

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A/N: welcome to the final post tonight!!!!!! Thanks for staying for this marathon everybody🥱🖤 I told y’all to get ready right? Lehgo:

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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A 1-Year Anniversary For The Books 😳....🎡❄️🌃

over the next 6 months, you and Aone have had a remarkable relationship 💗

He’s beyond caring, attentive and sweet to you: even when you are moody on your period and dont want to talk to him he would drop off a basket at your house filled with a heating pad, your favourite treats, DVDs of your favourite movies and a note that explained how he felt about you

Your sex life was amazing, sex was insanely passionate and few and far between because you were both busy + Aone wanted you to know he wasn’t here for sex, though he loved it, of course

Takanobu listened to every story of yours, filled in at your cheer practices when you needed him, brought your team to competitions whenever some people didn’t have rides, and he attended the popular kids parties with you and let you do your own thing...

In addition, of course he was the best tutor you’ve ever had, letting you know before you started that you weren’t allowed to mess with his hormones to get out of it:

“Y/N. we have to study. No seduction tricks. They’re not fair.”

“Okay—!” You smiled.

“No cute-duction tricks either.”

You pouted.

“Want me to leave?” He asked, getting bold because he knew you were getting clingy, and even though he’d love to be balls deep between your heavenly legs, School came first. He needed you to graduate with him. It wasn’t an option.

“No no no baby please I’m sorry.” You pleaded.

He kissed your cheek. “Good.”

you attended baby’s intense volleyball games, so you saw his losses and it broke your heart

But you knew just how to comfort him: have him lay his head on you as you stroked his hair....give him lots of kisses and go to the pet store and spend hours the turtle section 💕

You got super close to his friends which was obviously incredible to Aone

And he’d been trying to get you to meet his family for a while, but you were too nervous

One day at the movies when Koganegawa was complaining yet again about how much his parents the other 2 members of the iron wall treated him like a baby, you interjected in the line for tickets. Aone had his arms around you from behind, making you feel safe

“Hey, wait a second. If Aone is ‘mom’ and Futakuchi is ‘dad,’ what does that make me???” You whined.

Kanji looked down at you like that was the most obvious question in the world. “You’re the hot side chick that Aone cheated on Futakuchi-senpai with.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—“

“Wrong.” Aone stated, glaring at Kanji. “Don’t ever associate cheating with me and Y/N. I would NEVER.”

Futakuchi rolled his eyes. “We know. Learn to take a joke,”

You turned around in Aone’s arms and got on your toes straining for a kiss. Aone smiled and leaned down to press his lips on yours. He tried to pull away but you held onto the collar of his hoodie and pulled him down again, prohibiting him from ending the kiss.

“Y/N, you better keep the same energy.” Futakuchi mumbled under his breath, walking forward as the line moved. “If my best friend ends up heartbroken I know someone else’s Cheer captain best friend who can end up being hurt just as bad in return🙃..........” he sung.

Without breaking your fantastic kiss, you stuck out your foot in the direction you knew Kenji was walking, making him trip.

“Ouch, fuck! Why do you invite her, Aone-san?!”

You smiled into the kiss.

Tbh: your relationship was..........perfect💘

........too perfect, you sometimes thought.

It kept you up at night sometimes .... the fact that you couldn’t really pin point anything wrong with him , even months later

How is it possible that while all your friends went through trials and tribulations.....ups and downs in their relationships and crushes ... and weird squares (*cough cough* Kenji, Katana, Koganegawa, Kusa 🤧 *cough cough*....but that’s for another outtake time) while you didn’t have to endure anything

Aone was protecting you from going through any pain . Proving to you his worth

Your boyfriend surprised you everyday making you happier than the last

Not to mention you have an adoptive son named Perdu that you adore 🐢💚

But you couldn’t shake the feeling deep within that told you that you didn’t deserve this

Yes, you have come to love Aone with all of your heart—he is literally an angel

But that conversation that Aone was so reluctant to have 6 months ago about how much he pined after you........it really affected you in various ways....

For one thing, why did someone so beautiful and pure and perfect have to fall for someone like you?

You had faults. You didn’t even notice him for years while he suffered in silence in the background, for God’s sake

It was as if, only after he defended you against the Class Snitch and did something for you, that’s when you noticed him—and then he just jumped at the opportunity

You could’ve played him, used him, and you’re pretty sure that he would let you. 😞

He was Not realizing how selfish the whole thing seemed

And then there’s the whole fact that Aone has liked you for 2 years..... and no one else? Even when you didn’t notice him?

Yeah, you couldn’t even lie about that one to yourself. He really only liked you and only had eyes for you. Even though you hadn’t even known he was even an option for you.

It broke your heart—

Yes, you loved him now.

But that conversation 6 months ago...... it made you understand how much of an amazing, absolutely unbelievable human being he is, even before you two started dating = you haven’t been able to shake this feeling of unfairness....

The feeling that you do not deserve him

Maybe you wanted him for the sex that felt so good it made you cry every time?

Or all the things he does for you because he was so whipped?

Meanwhile he endured relentless cockteasing from you because he tried not to give into his urge so you wouldn’t think he wanted you for that ...always putting you first..... what hormonal male DOES that?

He’s perfect

But Maybe that was the big pull...you know?

perhaps it was just a pull and this isn’t how it is supposed to be

Aone deserves someone as amazing and selfless as him, no?

What if he deserved better? As long as you were in the way he’d only accept you and shut out any girl who could be even better for him.

A girl that wouldn’t have ignored him for 2 years .

When you started expressing your concerns, Katana, your best friend knew this point would come.

“Do not self destruct, Y/N. Just because you get scared when y’all are getting serious. That man is crazy about you.” Katana pleaded with you at your locker one day as you shuffled through your messy locker.

“I’m not self destructing, and I know he is..... but maybe that’s the problem? I get a perfect boyfriend and what does Aone get? I just hope that this is, a fair transaction in the Universe.....”

“You love that man too. I know you do! Besides, everyone can see the way his entire demeanour has lit up and changed since you two got together. He’s like a new person and it’s almost been a whole year.... look at him.”

You found your pencil case and closed your locker, looking over in the direction Katana called your attention to. Aone was talking to Koganegawa and Kusa, laughing loudly...something no one had ever seen him do a year before now. Your heart sunk because you were the cause of that happiness. He was a new man, and he was so happy to be with you. It made your heart hurt.

Aone glanced over in your direction just then, making eye contact with you and instantly smiling brightly. He said some form of goodbye to his friends like he always did when he spotted you, dropping everything to greet you and hold your books.

What made you so special... to deserve such a man?

If you asked Aone, he’d have a list of ways he could answer that question, but, for you, you forced yourself to believe he was just taken away with your looks....and that he just convinced himself he liked you deeper because of how pretty you were. He loves sex but tries not to have it, maybe it’s because you’d catch on to him being like every other guy that just wants you and the rest of the cheerleaders for your bodies? I mean, even his best friend Futakuchi is like that!

No, he was a terrible liar.

Aone is gorgeous, tall, muscular, handsome....... girl after girl check him out and want him. Maybe one of them deserved him more than you do....

Thoughts like that whirled through your mind all the time from summer to winter...

Tonight, on the night of your 1 year anniversary, it was no different. Aone had made it clear for months to his team that he wouldn’t be attending practice on this date

🥺

Instead, he treated you to a luxurious dinner on a yacht and then you both went one of the highest Ferris wheels in the world that gave a great view of the city night lights of Japan:

It was so romantic, and Aone was just the happiest man on earth holding you closer as you leaned into his side because you loved Ferris wheels but you were chilly in this temperature.

Your boyfriend pulled your hat down for you so it was covering your ears

He took your hands in his and blew hot air on them to keep you warm, spreading the heated blanket he’d bought so it covered more of you than him.

“Still cold? Want my jacket?”

“I’m good.” You grinned.

His heart warmed.

“Y/N.”

You looked up at your boyfriend, hearing the sudden change to seriousness in his tone. Aone sported that blush that he had the first time you’d kissed him on the cheek. He was still nervous around you even after an entire year and it had to do with his strong feelings of love toward you. He was sure they’d never go away.

Takanobu dug into his pocket and pulled out two small individually wrapped boxes. One square and one rectangular. The silver boxes were wrapped in little yellow bows, yellow-your favourite colour.

“More gifts, Aone?” You asked softly, you couldn’t help but frown. He was always spoiling you beyond belief. “You promised the dinner was your only gift,”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Happy 1-year anniversary. You make me so happy and I really hope you’ll be so kind as to bless me with more years.”

You took off your mittens and took the boxes from him, your stomach in knots the entire time.

You felt so different. Your heart hurt.

You placed the boxes in your lap and Aone tried not to smile. You delicately untied both bows, removing the lids before gasping.

“Aone..........” you said quietly. “Oh, Aone, they are beautiful.”

Mountain man smiled. “You don’t have to wear them.....I just really wanted to gift them to you because—“

You interrupted him. “You don’t think I’d wear them?” You asked, hurt. Hurt for him because you could tell that he still felt that you were too good to be true.

“Well the promise ring m-might be too flashy, or the turtle might be seen as a little juvenile by your teammates, so—“

That did it.

Your heart broke.

It couldn’t be any more clear now.

You didn’t deserve this man.

“Aone.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. You willed yourself not to cry.

But this time it wasn’t tears of joy that almost fell the day he confessed, these were the truest of all types tears..... tears of sorrow.

Aone leaned down and brushed your hair out of your face so he could see your face. “Y/N? What’s wrong? I-I can always return them if you don’t like them.... it-it’s not a problem in the slightest—“

“—We need to break up, Aone.”

Freezing, Takanobu thought he hadn’t heard that.

He paused for a good ten seconds.

“W-what?” He asked, his voice cracking.

You refused to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you could say without bursting into tears. “I can explain more on a later date, but I’ve thought about it for a while, and that’s my decision.”

Aone’s heart shattered, instantly feeling like the world had been turned upside down on him. I mean sure, Aone thought maybe one day you’d realize you deserved better—but that’s why he spent every day devoting his time to treating you well so maybe you’d choose him.

He guessed he hadn’t been trying hard enough.

“I-is it something I did?” He took a deep breath. “Something I can change? Please,”

You shook your head, feeling the cold breeze of this winter night in your core. “Nothing you did. You’re amazing, Aone-san.“

“The-Then can you please reconsider—“

“No,” you choked. “Can we get off now? Please?”

Always listening to you, Aone shakingly pressed the button that let the Ferris Wheel operator know you wanted one final spin.

Which meant Aone had about 1 minute to change your mind while his whole world fell apart. He felt dizzy. He didn’t even know how he was still functioning, running on pure adrenaline, no doubt. He felt like this was another dream—no, a nightmare.

“If-if it’s something I did, Y/N, I sincerely apologize—“ He felt stupid to think you were actually enjoying yourself in a relationship with him.

You looked out into the skyline, directing your attention to the Japan night lights. The cold air quickly dried the single tear that escaped your eye.

“It’s nothing you did............” yet. Not until you realize you deserve so much better, You wanted to say.

“Then can I have one more chance? Please?”

Your boyfriend....no, ex-boyfriend threw everything he’s every heard from Futakuchi about being cool around his crush and begged for you. You were basically his world, the reason he’s truly lived a life of happiness and not just remained quiet and stoic like he used to be before you entered his life.

Aone stayed silent for a second and raked his brain for things he might have done to upset you. He couldn’t find one, but you wouldn’t do this for no reason, so he hated himself for not figuring it out.

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All too soon, the ride came to an end and you handed the gifts back to him before quickly scrambling out of the Ferris wheel.

Aone took a second to stare at the necklace and ring before stumbling out after you, feeling like there was an extra thousand pounds on his chest as you walked away from him in the dark night. You two were in the empty parking lot of the Ferris wheel.

“Y/N..... at least let me drive you home!” He yelled, dropping the heated blanket and gifts on the snow. He was in so much pain he couldn’t hold onto anything.

“I texted Kusa. She’s coming.” You called back, not daring to turn around because if you did you would just jump into his arms.

Aone couldn’t stop the tears that welled up behind his eyes. He’d never felt this level of pain before. He would choose to endure going through the pain of losing his last volleyball game in 3rd year everyday if it meant he didn’t have to feel what he was feeling now.

Before he started crying—something he hasn’t done since he was maybe 7 years old—Aone ran over to you, stepping in front of you to beg one last time.

“Y/N. Can I at least still be in your life? As fr-friends, even?” He asked heartbrokenly, unable to cope with not being anything to you anymore and going back to loving you from afar. He wouldn’t be able to handle that.

You walked around him, wiping your face of cold tears that luckily blended in with the pelting downfall of snow. “Okay.” You had to say, unable to refuse such a broken man. “Friends.”

The word friend stopped Aone where he stood. It was the last word he heard you say before he confessed to you at the bowling alley exactly a year ago, and now it was the last word he heard you say after you crushed his heart in front of a Ferris Wheel...

You kept walking further and further away from this mountain man that was so internally destroyed, he couldn’t take another step.

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It was 40 minutes later when Kenji had reached the empty Ferris Wheel lot. He saw a mountainous figure drenched in snow, its head slung down and shoulders dropped as if he was at a funeral. Kenji ran over and threw a blanket over his best friend’s shoulders, basically pushing him toward his car because he could barely move himself. On the drive, Kenji turned all of the hot air vents toward Aone so that the heat was blasting on him. The shell of a man just stared out the window like he had no purpose. Futakuchi couldn’t help but go in best-friend-protective-mode, tossing questions at him:

“I had to GPS your location after Kusa texted me! What happened?! Did Y/N break up with you, on your anniversary?! Really?! Ughhhh I knew this would happen. Aone, I’m here for you, big guy. Okay? It was me, you and the team before her, and it will be us after her, even though our season is over. I’m here. Okay? Can you please talk to me so that I know you’re okay?”

Aone didn’t answer his best friend that night, and Kenji knew it would be that way. As we all know, he is great at predicting things.

But what Kenji didn’t predict, however, was that it would be two and a half weeks until Aone would speak to anyone.... again.

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A/N: I cried several times. Would love to hear y’alls thoughts

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A Little Too Perfect

Pairing: Reader x Sugawara Koushi

Genre: Fluff. Pure, tooth-rotting fluff.

Turns out, cooking pasta together is a pretty good way to gauge how unbelievably perfect your boyfriend is. She feels like the luckiest person on Earth.

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He watches her dance around for a solid few minutes, smiling fondly at the sight. This was one of the rare moments Sugawara saw the love of his life completely off guard. Y/N hadn’t noticed him enter the kitchen, the music from her earphones drowning out any outside sounds. She was getting ready to cook dinner, he assumed. Pushing himself off the doorframe, Sugawara slowly makes his way behind her and wraps his arms around her middle, hugging her from behind. 

He snickers when she jumps and yanks the earphones out of her ears. 

“K-Koushi!” she exclaims, turning around in his grasp and smacking his chest with a wooden spoon. “You scared the hell out of me.” she pouts.

He laughs. “That was kinda the point, love.” he gives her a sweet smile and boops her nose. Looking over her shoulder at the various pots and pans and ingredients set out on the counter, he clicks his tongue. 

“I thought I told you I was going to make us dinner tonight.” he raises an eyebrow.

“You did...but I was bored and wanted to help”

“Are you sure?” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. 

“I don’t mind.”

“Alrighty then.” He leans in and kisses her forehead quickly, before pulling away and rolling up his sleeves. “Pasta?”

“Pasta.” Y/N nods, a little red in the face.

They fall into a comfortable silence, as Sugawara starts cutting up the chicken and Y/N starts dicing the vegetables. When he starts humming softly to himself, Y/N starts to sneak glances at him. Her mind starts to wander and she can’t help but admire how perfect he is. A little too perfect. It almost seemed too good to be true. How she had ended up with someone like him still baffled her. 

The more she thought about it, the more curious she got. There had to be something he wasn’t good at, some kind of flaw. Scraping the vegetables into a bowl, she decides to test her theory. No time better than the present, right?

“Could you put the water on boil?”

She hums in response and moves over to fill the pot of water. Placing it on the stove, she pauses, before turning it on to the lowest setting. Going back to chopping vegetables, she sees him move to check on the water about 10 minutes later. Tilting his head in confusion when Sugawara notices it still hasn’t boiled, he shrugs and leaves it alone, giving it more time. He waits by the stove with the bowl of uncooked pasta, patiently, turning to Y/N to ask her about her day. Y/N keeps track of the time and about 20 whole minutes later, the water finally boils and Sugawara grins and puts the pasta to cook. While he’s busy, a small ‘ding’ from beside Y/N makes him glance towards her. 

“Could you see who that is, love?”

“Yep!” she calls back, typing in his passcode. “It’s Daichi, asking for the...” she scrolls down, “-new plays you’ve been working on?”

“Oh, I forgot about that. Uh...Tell him I’ll get those to him later.”

Y/N nods and types out the message, before moving back into the kitchen.

Patient? Trustworthy? Check. 

Hiding a small smile, Y/N focuses on dicing the bunch of tomatoes they needed.  A few minutes of silence go by, before she feels something itchy on her leg, she looks down and drops the knife in horror, letting out a screech. 

Sugawara nearly gets whiplash with how fast he turns around. 

“Y/N?!” he moves to her, worried. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He eyes the knife.

“Get it off, GET IT OFF!” she shrieks, clenching her eyes shut, not wanting to see the large spider crawling up her calf. The boy lets out a sigh of relief. It was just a spider. With the way she screamed, he’d though she cut off an arm or something. 

“Stay still.” He looks around and grabs a glass and a piece of paper, easily scooping the little creature off her leg, trapping it in the glass. “It’s just a spider.” he chuckles, showing her the glass, to which she scrunches her nose in disgust and looks away. 

He laughs, “I’ll set this little guy free outside. Wouldn’t do much good to kill him.” he says over his shoulder as he leaves to do just that. 

Shuddering a little, Y/N turns back to the tomatoes. 

“You okay? It didn’t bite you, did it?” he comes back inside with an empty glass. 

Kind? Caring? Check.

She shakes her head. “I don’t think so. Spiders just freak me out.”

He hums, ruffling her hair affectionately. When she closes her eyes, he sneaks a chunk of tomato and pops it into his mouth. Shoving his hand away lightly, Y/N rolls her eyes and turns away. 

“Aw, don’t be like that! I just saved you, you should be thanking me.” He jokes, letting her pass as she goes to wash the knife. 

“My knight in shining armour.”

“I was thinking something more along the lines of ‘Prince Charming’.” he sneaks another few pieces. His luck runs out, however, as Y/N turns, catching him chewing. 

“Are you...eating the tomatoes?” She puts a hand on her hip and raises an eyebrow. Instead of denying it, like she expected, he gives her a sheepish look and nods. “I like tomatoes, sue me!” he sticks his tongue out childishly. 

Honest? Check.

“Honestly, I’m more disgusted at the fact that you like eating raw tomatoes.” she bats his hand away as he tries to grab another piece and places the chucks in a saucepan.

“Hey, tomatoes are great!” he moves to strain the pasta, staring at the tomato filled pot dejectedly. 

“Gross. You’re gross.”

“I’m hurt, Y/N”

“That was the point, love” she mimics his voice from before and is rewarded with an amused snort.

“Touche.” Setting the pasta aside, he grabs the box of cornflour and reaches over to grab the pot with the sauce. He reaches over Y/N’s shoulder to get it, and the box bumps against her back. He rightens it quickly, preventing it from toppling all over her. When she doesn’t notice, he’s struck with an idea. A playful smile growing on his face, he taps her on the shoulder, prompting her to turn around.

“Koushi-?” She’s cut off when he shakes some of the powder in her hair, dusting it white. Her indignant protest is cut off with a small sneeze, which Sugawara finds adorable.

“See? We match now!” he points to his hair.

“You’re hair’s grey not-”

“Nope! We match.” he insists. “Guess we were meant to be.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and spots the half-full box behind him. SHe pushes down a smirk and steps closer to him. His hands instinctively move to her waist, and he looks down at her. 

“Maybe you’re right. We were meant to be.” She gives him a sweet smile which has his breath hitching in his throat ,as he leans in a little closer. The smile soon turns into a smirk, however, as she quickly grabs the box and tips the entire contents over his head, leaving him coughing and spluttering.

“Now we match.” she laughs, dusting her clothes.

“You just-” he cuts himself off with a sneeze, before bursting into and adorable fit of giggles. “You’re right. Now we match.”

Playful? Good sense of humor? Check.

This was the turn of events that lead to them sitting at the table with bowls full of pasta, covered in cornflour. As they talk and eat, Y/N notices yet another thing about Mr. Perfect Boyfriend. The whole time, his attention was solely on her. 

He looked at her like she was the only thing worth looking at, and it made her heart flutter.

Sighing, she puts her fork down and crosses her arms, alarming Sugawara. 

“Is everything al-”

“How are you literally perfect?” she confronts him. 

It takes a few moments to process her words, but when he’s successful, heat starts creeping up his neck. 

“I mean, you're literally the perfect partner. How did I end up here? How did I get this lucky?”

“Well,” he puts his fork down and gives her a sweet smile, “You deserve perfection. Nothing less.” he gently grabs her hand across the table and runs his thumb over her knuckles.

“No, but-”

“It goes both ways. You’re perfect in my eyes.”

“This is what I’m talking about! It’s not fair.” she pouts, looking away.

“Not fair?” he tilts his head, a fond smile playing on his face.

“You can’t make me fall for you harder by saying stuff like that. That’s not fair.”

He’s sure she could hear how fast his heart is beating now. Talk about being totally smitten.

“Well, what can I say? It’s my natural charm.” he jokes. 

“Unfortunately, it is.”

He laughs, and they go back to their dinner, keeping up the banter. They end up washing up together. 

Both can’t help but think how unfair it is, the effect the other has on them, as they end up snuggling together on the couch.

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