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jadequeen88 · 3 years

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Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so... I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

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AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

“TCH!”

Tomura scoffed at the screen of his laptop. The Discord server he helped admin had gone to shit since he let that idiot Dabi loosen the requirements to join. It was one thing when Toga joined. He knew she was a decent gamer. But you? With those stereotypical cat-ear headsets, perfectly done make-up and short skirts? Please… He saw right through you. Just another fake ~uwu~ e-girl trying to pretend they knew what they were talking about.

It didn’t end with you being annoyingly informed in the gaming chat, either. You were always in the anime and manga chats, too… Suggesting different ones that there’s no way you actually enjoyed.

But the WORST part of you being in the server? Spamming the picture chat with selfies and outfit pics. No, it wasn’t against the guidelines and yes, you got lots of compliments (of course, you were clearly hot), but it made Tomura livid. Where there used to be pics of half-built PCs and screenshots of character upgrades, now there were endless pictures meant to tease and bait the guys in the server.

Today’s picture is what sent him completely over the edge. Your hair was put up in two messy space buns, signature pink cat-eared headset perched on your head. Your black, mesh top was straining against your tight, hot pink bra, barely hiding your cleavage and your slender neck was adorned with a chunky, black collar with a large, silver ring hanging from the front. The icing on the cake, though… the thing that broke him, was the face you were making. Eyes crossed, little pink tongue lolling past your perfect hot-pink lips, it was an obvious ahegao face. The caption read:

“New collar! Thank you for da gift @XxXknifey_wifeyXxX”

Followed by a bunch of annoying ass emojis.

Tomura shifted in his gaming chair, his growing bulge making his sweats tight. He gritted his teeth and opened his DMs…

******

You snickered as you opened your text chat with Dabi. Poor Tomura… He had no clue his friend was an old high school buddy of yours and sent screenshots every single time he bitched about your presence on the server. At first, it was just a couple of snide comments, but you quickly decided to turn it into a game. You’d add more emojis than you normally would, flirt shamelessly with Toga in the chat, and be very vocal with your opinions. Then it progressed with more and more selfies, pics showing off your new skirts, and pics of your pink, girly gaming setup. Today you pushed it with the ahegao face, you’ll admit. It was pretty out of character for you, but you couldn’t wait to hear about Tomura’s reaction from Dabi.

It was everything you hoped it would be:

Decay_666_

So can we give those bitches their own chat or what? Seriously, I’m sick of seeing their shit everywhere. Did you see her ahegao face selfie? This server was supposed to be for ACTUAL gamers, not fake e-girl sluts spamming the chat with their bullshit…

Cremation_Daddy

Lol, damn dude, calm down… we can make a separate chat. You’re the only one on the server complaining. Y/N really fucking you up that bad?

Decay_666_

Oh, fuck off… she’s just being an attention whore and it’s getting on my nerves.

Cremation_Daddy

Yeah, whatever you say. Prolly jerkin it to that selfie right now

You didn’t know why, but you kinda had a crush on the skinny loser. Knowing how worked up he’d get over the smallest things you did thrilled you. You wanted to know just how badly you affected him and today was the day you’d find out.

*****

Tomura heard a ping from his monitor alerting him to a new DM. expecting it to be Dabi giving him more shit, he scowled and clicked over to his Discord tab. When he saw that it was you DMing him, it was like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head. He could barely type he was so nervous.

Y/N

Hey :)

Decay_666_

Y/N

How did you like my new collar?

Tomura panicked. Had Dabi said something? There’s no way he’d do that. How did he even respond to that? He decided to feign ignorance.

Decay_666_

What collar?

Y/N

*image*

He audibly gasped. You sent him the selfie you’d posted in the chat earlier. Somehow, it was even hotter than the first time he’d seen it. Probably because you had sent it to him. You wanted to make sure he saw it. The thought alone made him painfully hard. He typed out a shaky response:

Decay_666_

Yeah… you look really pretty :)

He grimaced. He couldn’t think of anything clever when he was put on the spot like that. Plus, how long had it been since he’d spoken to a girl one on one? Much less a hot one? Never. That’s when.

Y/N

Aww, you’re so sweet :) wanna see it in person?

Now Tomura was wondering if he’d died and gone to heaven. Did she want to meet up? Wearing that fucking collar? There’s no way… He stared at the screen for a good ten minutes before another ping brought him back to reality.

Y/N

I’m free now if you are. Plus, there’s a new episode of *insert favorite anime* out and I didn’t wanna watch it alone.

Decay_666_

Yeah. Sure.

His response was almost uninterested but inside he was panicking. When was the last time he showered? How much time did he have to get ready? Did he even have any clean clothes? He leaped from his chair and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Another ping rang out and he raced to check his DMs to see that you’d sent your address. To his surprise, you only lived a short walk from him. Another jolt of excitement shot through his spine as he quickly responded.

Decay_666_

Be over in 30 :)

He turned on the shower then started picking through his pile of clothes finding the ones that smelled the least offensive. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this nervous and excited at the same time.

*****

Tomura shifted from one foot to the other, nervously scratching at the side of his neck. He caught himself before the skin there broke and he ended up having to deal with a bloody neck on top of already being a nervous wreck. He’d only been standing outside your apartment for a minute or two, but it felt like an eternity. He kept checking his phone to distract himself. Just as he was starting to question if this had been a good idea, the door flung open.

His eyes widened and his mouth turned into a thin line. You answered the door in a fucking towel. He began opening and closing his mouth like a fish that had been plucked from the water. You giggled innocently like it was perfectly normal to answer the door nearly naked.

“You’re here a little earlier than I expected! I just got out of the shower. Come on in,” you moved to the side to give him room to walk through the door into your small apartment. You were sure to not move completely out of the way so he’d have to almost brush against your chest. You could feel him stiffen and hold his breath as he passed by.

This was going to be so much fun…

*****

Tomura’s dick had been painfully hard the moment he’d seen you in that towel. Luckily, when you’d gone into your bedroom to get dressed, he was able to position it in his waistband so he wouldn’t be pitching a tent in front of you. The thought of you noticing him popping a boner just by looking at you in a towel was mortifying.

However, what you decided to change into didn’t help his situation. Your baby pink terry cloth shorts would have shown the curve of your ass had it not been for the little row of ruffles around the bottom. Your tank top, the same baby pink color as your shorts, was pulled tight across your chest (holy shit, were you not wearing a bra?!). A fleeting glance at your chest proved to Tomura that you definitely were not wearing a bra.

“You can come on back,” you beckoned from the doorway of your bedroom, “I thought we’d be more comfortable in here…”

He gulped and rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before nodding and rising to walk towards you. Your room was foreign to him. Decorated with all shades of pink and purple, soft, plush bedding, and a soft pink glow emanated from the LED strip lights that lined the walls. Tomura stood awkwardly, looking around for a chair to sit in when you flopped onto your bed and began pulling up the streaming app on your tv.

You looked up at him sweetly and patted the spot on the plush comforter next to you. “Come sit, Tomu! You don’t have to stand way over there. I don’t stink, ya know,” the wink you gave him made his knees buckle.

“Umm,” he chuckled nervously, “No, of course not. You, uhh… you smell…”

No, you were way too close. This was bad. There’s no way he would be able to string together a coherent thought, much less hold an actual conversation with you. You pout and lean in even closer to him.

“Tomuuuuu!” fuck, he hated that he loved that stupid nickname, “You think I smell?!”

“What?! N-no, not at all. I was trying to say that-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you tilted your head to the side offering up your neck for him to smell and he swears his eyes crossed as he tried to absorb what was happening.

“I even wore my new perfume! Go on, smell. Tell me what you think,” you smirk looking out of the corner of your eye.

Fuck.

You were teasing him, he knew you were, but his dick was so hard that he was completely at your mercy. He leaned in to take a tentative sniff and his eyes wandered lower. His breath hitched when he noticed the outline of your hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of your tank top. Before he knew what was happening, you turned your face forward and put your mouth next to his ear.

“Are you looking down my shirt, you pervert?” you purred. Tomura made some sort of incoherent noise and pulled away.

You laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully, “Geeze, I’m just kidding! You’re wound so tight.” you pause making a thoughtful face.

“Oh, I know how to help! Come on, over here,” you pulled him between your spread thighs and proceeded to rub his shoulders, working out all of the knots in his lean back.

After a few seconds, Tomura began to relax into your touch, slumping slightly and letting out a tiny sigh. He was deathly still the entire time you massaged him. He was terrified if he moved too much that his raging boner would free itself from his waistband. When your hands left his shoulders, he started to move away just to be pulled back into your lap. His head landed in your cleavage as your hands trailed down his chest.

“Hmm, so tense, Tomu,” you whispered into the crown of his hair, “Is my massage not working?”

He wanted to yell that of course he was tensed up. That his dick is the hardest it’s ever been in his life and if he doesn’t hold as still as possible, he’s scared he might start humping the air like a pathetic dog. Before he can answer, your hand trails down to the waistband of his jeans, and he freezes. The tips of your fingers brush across his leaking tip and Tomura lets out a low, needy moan before he can stop himself.

“Just what I thought,” you purred as you began to trail your fingers up and down the hard bulge in his jeans, “Pathetic. Look at you, so fucking hard for me. And all I did was rub your shoulders.” He wanted to defend himself, but all he could do was whine as his eyes rolled in the back of his head while you continued touching him through his jeans.

“And to think, I never thought you’d want anything to do with some fake bimbo like me. Because I only game and watch anime for attention, right?” you squeeze his cock through his jeans, causing him to yelp. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself, incel? Wanna tell me why your dick is this hard for me if I’m so annoying to you?”

The realization that Dabi had told you everything flitted through the back of his mind, but he didn’t have room in his brain right then to be mad at him. He had to do whatever he needed to do to keep you touching him.

“I, ahh... I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered pathetically. The front of his jeans was wet from your teasing and the denim was rubbing him raw through his thin boxers, “D-didn’t, fuck, didn’t mean it like… ahh, l-like th-that.”

You loved how easily you could wreck him. You pet his hair back from his sweaty brow as you cooed at him lovingly.

“You know,” you removed your hand from the front of his jeans and he whined from the lack of friction, “You really hurt my feelings, baby. I thought you were so cool and the whole time, behind my back, you said just mean things about me.”

He sat up and turned to face you. His pathetic, needy gaze shot straight to your core. The power you held made you drunk and you desperately wanted more.

“No, no no no…” he grabbed your hands and you realized how clammy they were, “I’m-I’m so sorry. Please! Please…”

“Hmm,” you studied him for a moment, “Well… There might be a way you could make me feel a little better.” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “You were so mean to me.”

“Anything! Please! I-I’ll do anything for you!” desperation started creeping in, thinking you’d leave him hanging with no relief. Little did he know, you had no intention of letting him go any time soon. Your plush lips curled into a devious smile. A soft hand reached up cupping his jaw.

“What a good boy, Tomu,” a tremor passed through his body. You reached over to your nightstand and pulled out the collar you’d taken the selfie in.

“You know,” the collar danced between your painted nails, “This also came with a leash. I was thinking,” your lust-filled eyes meet his, “If you wanted to be a good boy for me… You’d let me see how pretty it looks around your neck.”

Tomura hesitated, his eyes rapidly moving between your eyes and the collar you held. After a moment of consideration, he nodded. You giggled and clapped your hands together excitedly leaping off the bed. You returned with a short, chain-link leash.

“Now,” you leaned in and fastened the collar around his neck. Your bodies were centimeters apart and Tomura thought he might pass out, “When you’re wearing your collar, you don’t call me Y/N,” you nudge his ear with your nose and whisper, “You call me ‘Mommy.’ Do you understand?” you feel him nod against your face.

“That’s not how good boys answer their Mommy. When you answer me, you say, ‘Yes Mommy’ or ‘No Mommy.’ Is that clear?”

“Y-yes… Mommy.”

“Mmm, what a good boy,” you placed a soft kiss on his neck and he let out the most delicious whimper. You hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the collar, “You’re gonna go sit in Mommy’s gaming chair and let her use you as a toy. Okay?”

Tomura’s head was spinning and he almost couldn’t answer until you jerked him by his collar, “Y-yes, Mommy. Please, please make me your toy.”

You stood and dragged him over to your chair and made him sit, “What a polite boy you are! Saying ‘please’ without being asked. If you keep that up, you just might get a reward,” his belt buckle rattled as you worked his jeans down his narrow hips.

A ragged breath escaped his chapped lips as you removed your tiny shorts revealing a black, lace thong. You straddled his lap, your dripping slit hovering a centimeter over the angry, leaking head of his cock. His hands shook as you placed them on your hips and slowly moved your thong to the side. Descending an inch at a time, only teasing his tip, was causing him to come undone underneath you.

“You’re already so close and I’ve only put the tip in. You better be a good boy and not come until I tell you to or you’re going to be punished,” you pushed another couple of inches inside and he nearly wept.

“I-I’m trying, M-mommy! I wanna be a good boy!”

“Mmm, I know, baby. You’re doing so,” another inch, “So…” and another, “Well.” you were fully seated on his cock now. Tomura knew he wouldn’t last. Your velvet walls were sucking him down harder than anything ever had before. It made his fleshlight feel like it was made of sandpaper. You had ruined him for anything else.

With a few rolls of your hips and some high, airy moans, he was about to bust. “Mommy! Mommy, please! I-I’m g-gonna…”

“Tomu,” your voice was authoritative now, “If you come in Mommy’s pussy, I’m going to make you clean it out with your tongue then I’m going to sit on your face until I come as many times as I want.” your hand wrapped around his throat and you started bouncing on his cock. Your filthy words and aggressive motions catapulted him into an orgasm.

“You bad, BAD boy,” a smack to his cheek broke off his moans, “You disobeyed me! Did you do that on purpose?” your hand around his neck flexes, “Are you just a dirty incel that wants Mommy to get mean with you? Answer, Tomu!”

“Yes, Mommy!”

“Tell Mommy what you are…”

“I-I’m a-a… dirty incel.”

“And what do you want?”

“W-want… want Mommy to b-be mean to me…”

You lift him by the collar and attach the leash. He’s thrown onto the bed and you waste no time hovering your dripping slit over his face.

“Now,” you jerk the leash, “Clean up your mess.”

Tomura knew he should be disgusted right now, but his dick was getting harder by the second. With each lick inside your sloppy hole, he shamelessly moaned against your skin. The vibrations were going straight to your clit, causing you to ride his face harder. This went on until you’d almost reached your peak.

“Oh, baby,” you’re making Mommy feel so, so good, “I-I’m gonna…”

Tomura grabbed your ass and moved you back and forth on his face as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your orgasm hit hard and fast. You lifted your body giving him a moment to breathe before sitting back down, earning a startled mumble from him.

“Don’t think that’s all,” you laughed and humped his face, making his eyes roll into the back of his head, “Be a good boy and mommy might even let you come…”

Tomura only nodded as he began to eat you again like he was starved. Maybe all the stuff you posted in the Discord server wasn’t so annoying anymore...

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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the art of modernity [ chapter one ]

chapter one - awakening pairing: xiao x gn!reader warnings: canon-typical violence mention, medication mention words: ~1.6k words fic masterlist [ prev ] - [ next ] chapter summary: sure, xiao might be pointing his polearm at your neck and have an utterly terrifying aura, but you'll get out of this alive, right? right? a/n: THERE IS A PROLOGUE to this! lots of questions raised in this chapter, but very few are actually answered! don't worry, they'll all be answered in due time!

the blade of the polearm is cold as it rests upon the skin of your neck. the disrupted adeptus has a scowl on his face yet holds the weapon with a precision only seen in thousands of years of experience. sure, xiao hasn't sliced open your neck, but one wrong move and he likely would. xiao's amber eyes flicker from you to the group of your friends who stand on the other side of the pillar and, despite your fascination with the being in front of you, you can't help but follow his gaze.

kaeya and keqing look terrified, yanfei looks uneasy, and, surprisingly, childe is the only one who does not look unsettled by the situation. while you were not necessarily fearful of the yaksha before, you are certainly fearful of the defiant look that crosses childe's expression. it's the same one that he gets when he decides he can make a yellow light before it turns red and immediately guns the engine to hurtle across the intersection. nothing good ever comes out of his defiance, so you clear your throat, ignoring how the blade scrapes lightly against your skin as you do so, and redirect the yaksha's attention.

"with all due respect," you begin, causing xiao to narrow his eyes. "i can tell you are a yaksha based on your mask. why do you wish to bring harm to mortals?"

xiao tilts his head in confusion, eyes widening slightly at the challenge implied by your words.

"are you foolish enough to believe that i do not know of my duties?" xiao snaps at you.

"i would use the word misguid-" you begin, but in an instant, you find yourself laying flat on your back, the wind knocked out of you. ah, right. you think to yourself. he has a vision.

the world swirls above you as you attempt to regain your bearings, but the familiar sight of the polearm reappears in your line of vision, once again pointed at your neck as xiao stands to the side of you, glaring down furiously.

"you are not entirely human," xiao states and you bite back a nervous laugh. maybe you were in over your head here. "do not pretend to be what you are not in feeble attempts to correct me."

"w- what?" you sputter in confusion, but before you can actually get an answer, childe finally acts. he lets out a war cry and charges forward, arms outstretched in hopes of tackling xiao. however, xiao steps out of the way and watches as childe stumbles and falls into the water surrounding you all.

"dumbass," you hear keqing mutter angrily.

"fight me!" childe demands as he splashes towards you and xiao once more. xiao only looks at him, unamused.

"i have no desire to hurt humans, as annoying as you can be," xiao states, thoroughly irritated by childe's disruption. "i will not fight you."

"so then why do you want to hurt my friend?" childe pouts. his stature screams defiance, yet even he's smart enough to know that he cannot win a battle against an immortal, especially not like this.

yet, before xiao can answer, yanfei steps forward, eyes glowing threateningly.

"xiao. that is enough," she snaps, glaring at him while standing tall. "i know you can sense their energies too, but, for all intents and purposes, they are human."

xiao retracts his polearm from your neck before tapping the base of it against the ground. it disappears from his hand and he folds his arms across his chest, looking at yanfei judgingly.

archons, you think as you sit up, gaze flickering between the two of them. what is happening?

"you frolic with the mortals too often, yanfei," xiao says disapprovingly. "and yet you let them enter jueyun karst under your supervision."

"it is not illegal. besides, i thought most adepti were living within their abodes after humanity rejected them, xiao," yanfei states. the authoritative challenge that you recognize from her practice of law taints her voice, yet somehow it now feels... otherworldly.

is yanfei..? you think, but xiao's next words confirm your suspicions.

"i still have my contract with rex lapis to uphold," xiao states. "you are fortunate enough to not have had to sign one."

keqing and kaeya stand behind yanfei and xiao, as a sopping wet childe slowly sneaks over to them. all three of them look baffled as the realization slowly dawns over them as well. yanfei is an adeptus.

in your search for the old immortals, you had never stopped to consider the presence of one in front of you. you feel like a fool as shame at your obliviousness begins to set in. yanfei? one of your closest friends? an adeptus?

"does your contract involve pointing polearms at the descendants of gods?" yanfei asks xiao accusatorily. gods, maybe you did hit your head on that chunk of cor lapis. there was no way yanfei was talking about you? descendant of what? was this your moment when the god of your ancestry would lay their claim to you? give you superpowers? give you-

"(y/n) is just a mortal besides that energy they emit. so calm down, i've been keeping an eye on them too," yanfei tells xiao and the hope in your chest dies. sure, you emitted some weird 'energy' or whatever the hell they were saying, but you weren't about to inherit some super cool powers or actually have something to flex to people. instead, you just had some worn-out old 'energy' that seemed to only make adepti wary of you. great.

"what energy?" you finally asked, confused, and both of the adepti's attention snaps back to you. xiao's gaze trails over to yanfei as he shrugs his shoulders at her, expecting her to answer. she lets out a huff and clears her throat.

"strictly speaking, you emit an energy that likely only adepti can detect, considering keqing, kaeya, and childe have never pointed it out to you. i highly doubt it is anything you can manipulate, but it appears to be a calming energy of sorts," yanfei explains, yet it only serves to raise even more questions. but now isn't the time to get your answers for those types of questions. instead, you send a bewildered expression at xiao.

"you were going to kill me because my presence is calming?!" you snap. respect for the adepti be damned, you no longer cared about any of that mythology crap at the moment. you were just irate that xiao had pointed his weapon at you over something so trivial. xiao looks startled at your accusation, yet yanfei cuts him off with a laugh.

"you haven't changed at all, huh, xiao?" yanfei asks, yet her voice is much softer this time. "it is good to see you."

xiao's eyes narrow at her before his posture relaxes. "likewise," he mutters, but you're not entirely sure if he's telling the truth or if it's just a formality. silence settles between the six of you and it does nothing but answer your question. the immortal green dude was really going to kill you over being a walking anti-anxiety medication. archons, the illuminated beasts aren't as cool as you thought they were.

"i do not trust you," xiao snaps at you, breaking the silence, and you bite back a sigh of frustration.

"okay?" you ask, absolutely baffled by the situation. what the hell were you supposed to do about that? his weapon was no longer pointed at you.

"(y/n) is trustworthy," yanfei says, glaring at xiao. "if you want to know more, then why don't you come stay with us in liyue harbor?"

us? you think, wondering what the hell yanfei is getting you into. i'm not trustworthy? you're the one who was lying about being an adeptus this whole time!

"'us'?" kaeya finally speaks up, ignoring the warning glare he receives from keqing because of it. "we don't all live together, yanfei, you're going to have to be more specific than that."

"he can stay with (y/n)!" yanfei chirps and you feel your soul die inside a little. "(y/n) has a spare bedroom they were looking to rent out in their apartment, right? i'll pay xiao's rent and he can stay with them!"

"yanfei," keqing begins, voice cautious. "he just threatened to kill them."

"yeah, yeah, that's just him being a grumpy old adeptus!" yanfei says and you can only watch in shock as yanfei offers up your own place on your behalf to an adeptus. an adeptus. slowly, your childlike wonder begins to creep back into your brain, clouding your judgement. sure, he seemed grumpy, but this was one of the mythological beings you had been wondering about for years. besides, you still trusted yanfei enough to know that she wouldn't just throw some adeptus into your apartment if he would kill you in your sleep. sure, you had questions for her, but..? would xiao smite you if you refused?

you part your lips to speak, but xiao's response to yanfei's proposal shocks you back into silence.

"sure. i will accompany you to liyue harbor," xiao says.

great. you think. i can't just pester yanfei for answers instead?

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ktheist · 3 years

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finale — show me yours & i’ll show you mine

➙ muses. seokjin x college student / gamer!reader ft. best friend! taehyung

➙ genre. best friend’s brother au. university au. working au. fwb au.

➙ word. 2.1k

➙ index. 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | finale | side story 1 |

➙ synopsis.

“show me yours and i’ll show you mine.”

“be nice," taehyung mouths across from you as he sits next to mina.

the red handprints on his cheeks becoming more apparent with each passing minute. it was half-believable to say taehyung fell face first in the snow, got stuck there for more than two minutes and voila, sported a red face upon your return to the kim’s.

but now, you’re just lucky no one’s pointing out the very obvious palm shaped mark on his pudgy cheeks as he stuffs his face with food.

“oh, mina, do you have any plans tomorrow? you could stay over and spend christmas morning with us," mrs kim asks as she passes the bowl of the roasted potatoes seokjin’s been boasting about.

“o-oh,” the brunette stammers, holding the fork with both hands as if citing a prayer of hope, “no, i couldn’t intrude on you any longer.”

“no such thing, we’re all family here.” mrs kim waves a dismissive hand and even that brief gesture feels warm, “___’s mother and i have known your mother since we were kids and i watch you two grow up with my boys - you’re basically daughters i never had,” she shoots you a smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

not seeing the remark coming, you end up almost choking on the mushroom soup you’re just in the middle of enjoying.

“i can’t say i’d love to have tae as a sibling but here we are,” you jest, half-heartedly while laughter erupts from everyone at the table.

if there’s a god, please don’t let mrs kim find out i fucked her oldest son.

“i heard yuukal co is interested in your flower arrangements and wanna buy exclusive rights to have you deliver them to the company whenever they have an event lined up?” namjoon chirps up, dimples digging into his cheek as he digs into his

“the secretary of yuukal co was an acquaintance of mine in college, that’s probably why.” the brunette says shyly, pushing her hair to the back of her ear.

“so, you’re not planning on going back to college?”

but it’s your voice that makes her blink once and stare at you like you’re some tricky math question.

“what- oh,” she shakes her head, as if shaking away the trance that delayed her response, “i don’t know, my major has nothing to do with what i want to do so i’m thinking of taking another year off.”

you nod casually. understandingly. “i’m sure the college has plenty of spots for people who actually wants to be there, i guess.”

it’s not a new low. but it’s a kind of low you never usually stoop to.

no one seems to notice though, as mina laughs. obviously uncomfortable by your remark, “haha yeah.”

“taehyung got offered a job at the company he interned in last year,” with a smack on the aforementioned boy’s back, seokjin proudly announces.

and just like that, taehyung takes the spotlight to himself.

“oh my god, that’s wonderful news. kim taehyung, when were you going to tell us?” mrs. kim is the first to say something, eyes brimming with anticipation as she looks at him, waiting for him to tell everyone at the table more about it.

but the fact of the matter is, kim taehyung is torn between working a nine-to-five, subsequently making his parents proud or going professional as a full time gamer.

he breathes out an ‘uh...’ before his lips curl into a forced smile.

“surprise?”

some time after dinner, you end up drinking and playing card games. mrs kim already went to bed and it's a hour past midnight and all four of your find yourselves in your house to not disturb the kim couples.

the grinch is playing in the background because you, taehyung and mina won against namjoon and seokjin who wanted to watch frozen.

“frozen is so unchristmasy,” taehyung complained.

though, at one point, you did backtrack a little - only a teensy bit - and sided with seokjin who looked like he just won a lottery when you casually say, “i mean frozen’s got that wintry feeling and christmas is in-”

“oh girl, not you choosing a man over your best friend,” taehyung started tickling your sides as giggles erupted from your lips while trying to beg for forgiveness.

“okay! okay! i’m grinch team all the way!”

“is that allowed? yah! you can’t say that after converting to team frozen!” seokjin’s rebuttal sounded every bit casual.

in retrospect, him joining taehyung’s ticklish assault would have felt out of character had you not fucked behind taehyung’s back nor kissed like you were star crossed lovers just hours ago.

“two against one! not fair! seokjin- ah- hahahaha!”

one good thing came out of it though: you ended up sitting next to seokjin. it made you a little too conscious of him - of his cologne, of his thigh that brushes against yours with every movement you make and pretend like it’s nothing and of the ghost of a touch of his pinky finger that lingers on your knee when he seemingly places a hand on his own knee.

still, it’s the closest you could ever be in public and it’s enough to tell mina to back off.

she doesn’t seem to notice but her compliments are equally distributed to everyone in the room. she seems to be the giggly drunk. giggling at every single thing everyone say.

somewhere deep in your heart, you feel the guilt gnawing because of your uncalled for hostility.

“i better get home,” she starts to stand at 3:07 am and you wave a dismissive hand, “no, it’s so late. stay over. please. you promised to make me your special hot chocolate in the morning.”

she objects at first like she turned down mrs kim’s invitation to spend christmas morning at the kim’s. and that’s how you know your views have been blinded with jealousy to see mina for who she is - a cute, lovable girl who’d be the heroine of every romance novel there is.

“oh thank you, thank you!” her arms flail around before they wrap around you in a drunken hug.

you laugh, hugging back.

the memories of how you huddled together like children and fell asleep in the living room, is hazy but when you wake up - the time on your screen displaying a 6 something am - you find a blanket draped over your body.

the light from the kitchen pours over the living room but not enough to wake the slumbering bodies there.

seokjin shoots you a smile when he sees you ambling over to the dining table with hair pointing in every direction, eyes squinting trying to block out the light while holding the blanket around your shoulders.

“you’re working? jinnie, it’s christmas,” you whine, head resting on his shoulder, feeling your heartbeat skip at the small contact.

he chuckles, bumping his cheek against your head before you hear the sound the keyboard again.

you stay like that, blanket curled around your body, seokjin typing away at his laptop.

that is, until his velvet voice cuts through the silence.

“so... i reckon that red handprint on tae’s cheek isn’t because he fell face first in snow.”

“it was because i slapped him in the face,” you wave your injured hand that’s now wrapped with a panda printed band aid instead of the duck ones seokjin used in the beginning.

he takes your hand, making sure not to apply too much pressure on the injury and kisses the top of your hand, “why would you do that?”

your cheeks warm at the gesture but you clear your throat, trying to play it cool, “because he told me we looked good together after all that shit he put us through.”

silence lulls in once again.

it feels like the longest you’ve ever gone with your heart palpitating inside your chest and unspoken words hovering over you but not quite reaching the who they’re supposed to reach.

“do we?” seokjin muses.

“do we... what?” you ask despite having an inkling of what he means.

“look good.” he turns to you, one arm on the table, thumb brushing against your pinky finger.

“i don’t know- we never even took selfies together.” you shrug.

“i think our selfies would look cute,” he pauses, naturally pouty lips curling into a smile, “so cute that the guys in your dm’s would be devastated to know that you’re dating me.”

“i can’t... do this,” the words slip out of your mouth like a waterfall like it’s bound to pour out of your heart through your mouth at some point, “because taehyung was... right. i don’t have a love language - even if i did, it’d be being jealous of every girl that talks to you. lashing out at those girls even though it’s completely understandable why they’d have heart eyes when they talk to you because you’re just that amazing... and... and... you like me? why?”

seokjin’s eyes look like someone personally plucked stars from the sky and trap them in those dark brown irises.

no- actually, he’s looking at you like you’re the star and he’s the moon that shines silver white rays just to have you notice him.

“who’s to say i don’t get jealous?” he cups your face, brows furrowing like you’re a math question without a solution and he’s going mad trying to figure you out, “i get so jealous at the thought of guys sliding into your dm’s, let alone make a pass on you but then i thought ‘if she’s not looking at me then i just have to try harder to make her notice me’ and i might or might not’ve reciprocated mina’s passes to make you jealous...”

you feel the corners of your lips tugging into a smile as you smack his chest lightly, “ass.”

that earns a chuckle from the man before he goes on, “but i’m not even sure what my love language is either, last i used it, i ended up getting dumped because apparently i’m too boring.”

“you’re not boring...” red flashes in your vision as you spit out the word, offended, “your dad jokes are bad but that’s what makes them so lovable. you’re so tall but you’re a literal walking teddy bear. you have biggest, kindest heart... and you’re so hung.”

something devious and prideful flashes across his eyes for the briefest moment before he asks ever so softly, “yeah?”

“yes.” you take his hands and grip them tightly, wishing the touch would convey your feelings.

“isn’t that kind of your love language?” his thumb feels callous against your skin as he rubs circles on the back of your hand. but that’s what makes this feels real - an affirmation that you’re not dreaming, “so... show me more... show yours and i’ll show you mine.”

you’d want to say you share a deep, passionate kiss to seal your promise for each other. but when you open your eyes - not knowing when you closed it - you’re staring at the white ceiling with neon starry stickers tacked up on it.

and seokjin?

he’s nowhere to be found.

the morning air sends shivers down your spine as you pull your blanket over your head, trying to tune out taehyung’s voice.

but the universe seems set on kicking your sleepy ass of your bed when the door swings open with a bang!

“get up! get up! it’s christmas!” the tall boy literally screams in your ears before hoisting you over his shoulder like a sack of potato and setting you down on the toilet in the bathroom with a “you better wash your face by the time i come back!”

you do as told.

eventually.

since the presents are all set under the christmas tree at the kim’s and you’re not looking to upload a christmas morning story in mismatched pj’s, you change into a cute totoro onesie.

mr and mrs kim got mina - she thanked you for letting her stay over last night even though you woke up to an empty house, she even has different clothes on than last night - new kits for the florist.

taehyung almost hugged you to death when he unwrapped his new ps5 that he’s been dying for.

namjoon got a new pair of gucci loafers from taehyung and booked an interrogation slot with their mother because-

“kim taehyung, where did you get all this money?”

you suspect he’s going to reveal his gaming channel to her where he got sponsors from to buy namjoon those loafers.

and seokjin gifted you with a heartshaped necklace as well as a new pc set for taehyung and a signed book of namjoon’s favorite writer that he’d been talking about for ages as well as an all expense paid trip for his parents to thailand.

“thanks for the necklace,” you lightly bump seokjin’s elbow as you come to stand next to him at the sink. he’s washing the mug he used for hot coffee.

he steals a glance at his family and mina in the living room. they’re laughing over taehyung having his head down, sitting on his calves like he’s asking for the forgiveness of a lifetime after confessing that he didn’t want to work a nine-to-five and wanted to go pro.

then his eyes find yours again. the glint in them makes your heart stop before he leans down, lips brushing yours ever so gently yet very seokjin-like.

you think your heart just burst as you freeze in your spot, staring up at the man with slightly parted lips and warm cheeks like a high school girl whose crush very obviously hinted he likes her back.

he raises a quizzical brow at your reaction before realization settles on his face and his lips curve into a smirk, “what? did you think last night was all a dream?”

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whisperlullaby · 3 years

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Just Say It And I’m Yours- Ch.5

Summary: Steve is away on a mission and Connor asks you out again and this time you don’t have a reason to say no.

Words: 1766

Warnings: None? Pining, Steve being dumb...just buckle up he’s gonna be dumb for a while. Allusions to toxic family life. (if I missed anything let me know)

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The weekend went by in a blur. You were heartbroken when Steve told you the almost kiss meant nothing, could mean nothing. You dreamt for months about the feel of his lips on yours and now you would never know what it would be like to kiss him. Steve didn’t want anything more than a friendship with you and after drinking your sorrows away for a weekend you reaffirmed your resolve to be his friend. He was trying to find himself, just like you, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask for more than he was willing to give. After spending all of your free time with Steve, he became your person, and when it boiled down to it you would rather have this version of Steve in your life than try to force something more and lose him altogether.

You knew the toxicity of being forced to do something you didn’t want to do just to make someone else happy. Not just from working in your chosen field, but from your family life. You lived your whole life to please your family only to realize one day that it wasn’t what you wanted at all. When you told them you had a different path you wanted to take they cut you off and cast you aside. It was the best thing to ever happen to you because it let you have the freedom you needed to learn more about yourself and figure out who you wanted to be.

That experience left you feeling self-conscious and compliant, ever the people pleaser with poor boundaries. You were determined to move past those feelings even though it was going to be a long road, you owed it to yourself. Being forced to move to a new city was a blessing as it allowed you to grow into a person you felt more proud of. You met Steve a week later and between feeling confident for the first time in years, and Steve looking at you like you hung the stars, you were beginning to feel like you finally found where you belonged. When he told you that you could just pretend the kiss didn’t happen you swore you heard your heart shatter. But you found yourself once before, you could do it again. It’s not like you lost Steve completely, he just needed a friend more than he needed a partner.

So, you steeled yourself against the heartache. Steve needed to get back to his Captain America duties and you needed that distance to figure yourself out again. He had told you that he was going to be gone for at least a week doing recon work, which meant for the first time since you met him you wouldn’t have Friday movie night.

It turned out to be fortuitous that he was gone because your caseload doubled for the week. By Friday you were up to your elbows in paperwork when Connor walked into your office.

“Hey there, darling. You look busy.”

You looked up and narrowed your eyes. “Yeah, it’s what people who are invested in the wellbeing of others look like. Busy.”

Connor snickered. “Well, I just wanted to know if you wanted to get dinner tonight. No shop talk required.”

You froze. You were expecting it, of course, Connor asked you out every week. This time was a bit different though since you knew Steve didn’t feel the same way you felt about him. Truth be told, part of the reason you always turned Connor down was on the off chance Steve would ask you out. You deserved a chance to be with someone who wanted to be with you too. You were hesitant but you needed to start getting over your crush on Captain America.

“Sure Connor,” you sighed. “Why not? Give me 20 minutes and I’ll meet you outside.”

Connor perked up. “Yeah, whatever you need. It’s not a no this time?”

“It’s not a no this time. I just have a few things I need to finish up,” you tapped the pile of paperwork.

“No problem, I’ll bring my car around.” Connor practically skipped out of your office.

When you heard the door click shut you pulled your phone out and sent Steve a text.

“Hey, I know you’re busy but could you and Bucky come over tomorrow night when you get back? It’s been a long week.”

You flipped your phone over not expecting a response when your phone chirped.

“Of course, doll. I’ll let you know when we land and we’ll come over.”

You let out a cleansing breath. If you were going to tell Steve about your date, you were going to need a Bucky buffer.

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It was around 8:00 pm when Steve and Bucky got to your apartment. You didn’t miss the way you felt relief wash over you when you saw Steve standing outside your door. After they hung up their coats they each pulled you in for a hug. Bucky’s was quick and he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead. Steve squeezed you tight, almost as if he was afraid to let go, swaying as he stood there. You melted into his embrace for a moment before pulling away.

“I’m sorry for missing movie night, sweetheart. I hope it doesn’t happen again,” Steve lamented.

“I hope it doesn’t either.” You nodded, moving into the kitchen. “Thirsty?”

“Sure I’ll take a beer if you have one.” Steve plopped down on your couch.

“Same here sparky.” Bucky sat in the recliner putting his feet on your coffee table.

You gave him a quizzical look. “Sparky?”

Bucky looked at Steve then back at you. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re like a firecracker, so, Sparky.”

You let out a bubbly laugh. “Alright, tinman, whatever you say.”

Bucky pouted as you handed him his beer and kicked his feet off your coffee table. You handed Steve his and watched him drain half the bottle as you sat down.

“You better use a goddamned coaster or I swear to god you’re buying me a new coffee table.” You threw a coaster at Steve’s face just before his glass hit the table.

He laughed as he caught the coaster and placed it on the table under his glass.

“So, what’s new? I have to admit I got a bit nervous when you asked us to come over when we got back.” Steve raised his eyebrow staring you down.

You began to fidget. Your eyes shifted between Steve and Bucky trying to figure out the easiest way to tell them about your date last night. You caught Steve’s eyes as they filled with concern. He knew you better than anyone so you knew that fidgeting was a dead give away that something wasn’t quite right.

“Doll, is everything okay?” Steve reached out and touched your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you rushed out. “I just, um, Connor asked me on a date. Since you were on a mission, I said yes. We went out last night.”

You looked up at Steve searching his eyes for anything to give him away. His hand fell from your shoulder and you heard Bucky choke a little on his beer. Steve’s eyes snapped towards his friend as he leaned down to pick up his own drink. You had hoped Bucky’s presence would make the news a bit more casual so you wouldn’t feel the heaviness fill your chest like lead as you waited for Steve’s reaction.

“Oh, Connor? Isn’t that the guy that irons his jeans?” Steve joked. Only it wasn’t really a joke, Connor really liked ironing.

“I mean yeah, but that seems like a livable concession.” You rolled your eyes. “Besides it’s not like I have any other suitors.” You cocked your head thoughtfully playing with the rim of your glass.

“How did it go?” Steve was staring at his hands. If there was anything you were an expert at, it was reading Steve Rogers like a damned book and he was avoiding your eye contact for a reason.

“It actually went really great. He took me to that French place across town, you know the one that looks way too pretentious to eat at. We have a lot more in common than I thought.” You bit your lip before you continued. “I wanted to know if my dating him would bother you. It would definitely limit my free time and I know how much you love my company. Though I think Bucky’s starting to feel left out.”

You chuckled when you heard Bucky scoff and turned your head to stick your tongue out at him.

Turning back to Steve you tried to catch his eye. “I just want to know if there is absolutely any reason my dating Connor would make you uncomfortable.”

Steve considered your question for a minute. He had no reason to tell you who you could and could not date, especially after he told you he would rather be friends. You had almost hoped that he would admit to the sparks clearly happening between the two of you. You were taking measured breaths waiting for him to say something. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky staring Steve down as if he was trying to have a silent conversation. Steve took another sip of his beer before turning to you.

“I think you deserve to be happy. If Connor can do that for you then I am happy for you,” Steve said, pursing his lips.

You felt tears spring to your eyes and willed them back.

“Great, cool, okay.” You gathered the empty bottles and ran into the kitchen. “I’ll get us some refills.”

That was it. You knew you weren’t going to be able to convince Steve to fight for you, and you owed it to yourself to give Connor a shot. As you grabbed new beers out of the fridge you reminisced about the times when you and Steve would stay up late sharing your favorite songs, how when you saw a kid lose his balloon Steve bought the vendor out just to cheer them up, and how he knew exactly how you took your coffee after the second coffee run you made together.

You hoped Connor would be able to give you some of those happy memories, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach telling you something wasn’t right. You pushed that feeling down a little bit further, refusing to listen to it. It was probably just the part of you still hung up on Steve and nothing a little time wouldn’t fix.

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Bad Timing (Levi x reader) Part 9

Summary: How do you tell your friends that you’re falling for your big brother’s best friend?

Word Count: 4.3K

You bounced your knee impatiently to the beat of the loud party music that was so loud it was vibrating the walls. For the first time in a long while you weren't in the mood to drink. So here you were sitting on a sofa in the middle of a crowded living room on a Saturday night. You were watching Sasha and Connie play a rousing game of beer pong against Bertholdt and Reiner. Annie, the only other sober person at the party, sat to your left scrolling through her phone. The rest of the people at the party were crowded into the kitchen or the basement. You had only been here about an hour and already the majority of the guests were drunk. Mikasa, Armin, and Eren had not yet arrived, you hoped that they would get here soon. Jean and Marco had disappeared about twenty minutes ago, leaving you stranded in the living room. You sighed and looked down at your phone, it was already eleven thirty. Just as you were setting your phone down you got a text.

"Be there in twenty" Mikasa's text put you at ease, you could survive for twenty more minutes.

"Okay, drive safe." You shoved your phone back into your pocket and stood up. Maybe you should drink tonight, your week had been stressful your homework load increasing substantially due to the end of the semester approaching. You wandered into the kitchen, pushing past a group of boys to get to the alcohol. You poured yourself a full shot glass of Pink Whitney and knocked the beverage back with ease.

"I didn't know Erwin's baby sister drank." A voice drawled from your right. You scrunched your nose, still feeling the burn of the alcohol as you turned to see who had addressed you.

"She does." you grumbled as you reached for a bottle of Smirnoff ice.

"I'm impressed." now his hand had crept into your line of sight, hungry for your attention. Hoping to deter the stranger you turned and frowned at him. You noted that he was clearly older than you with a shock of light blonde hair atop his head, when you met his eyes you couldn't help but admire his hazel hues as his own gaze took in your appearance. He slowly lifted a red solo cup to his lips and took a sip, his eyes now locked on yours.

"So, what's your name?" he asked.

"Thought you knew me." you countered as you lifted your own drink to your lips.

"I do, just asking out of courtesy." he shrugged, a sly smirk spreading over his face.

"Fine I'll play along. My name is (Y/n), and yours is?" you scoffed with a dramatic eye roll.

"Pleasure to meet you miss (Y/n), my name is Colt Grice." the boy said with a light chuckle.

"So tell me, how exactly do you know my name?" you quizzed, the alcohol making you feel bolder. The boy sighed and glanced up at the ceiling in thought.

"Hm well let's see...for starters I follow you on instagram. I also went to a football summer camp with your brother once." He answered, flashing you a bright smile.

"Ah gotcha." you nodded as you took a long sip of your drink. You turned, quickly losing interest in this conversation.

"Say, where is your brother?" Colt pressed, ah there it was.

"Out." you answered curtly as you turned to flee. You were shocked to feel a strong hand clasp around your bicep and pull you back. You spun around with full intention of smashing your bottle against this handsy creep. But he caught your wrist, with your hands out of commission he pulled you backwards into a dark hallway. Your eyes felt like they were about to pop out of your head as he pushed you against the wall.

"What. Are. You. Doing." you hissed a blind sense of rage washing over your senses.

"Look, just listen okay? I've been trying to get in touch with him for a few days now, I've got some questions for him." Colt's hazel eyes were wide and vulnerable as he begged for your attention once more.

"Let go of me."

"Please just ask him to check his instagram DMs, tell him it's important."

"Fine, let go of me." he dropped his hands and quickly shoved them into the pockets of his joggers.

"Sorry." he mumbled as he kicked the wood floor with the toe of his shoe.

"Just don't do that again." you snapped as you wrapped your own hand around your wrist, where he had held you.

"I promise I won't." he looked embarrassed now as he waved his hands in surrender.

"Good." you eyed him suspiciously as you moved to slip past him. He let you past, you walked briskly back into the kitchen, which was still busy. Just as you turned to wander back into the living room you bumped right into Eren. Thankfully your drink was mostly empty and Eren seemed to have just walked into the room so he was empty handed. His hand grabbed your bicep to steady you, which you were thankful for.

"Eren, when did you get here?" you asked as he squeezed your arm and smiled down on you. He had recently gone through a huge growth spurt, now standing at 5'9 instead of his previous height of 5'7.

"I just got here." he answered, still holding you close to him.

"What about Mikasa and Armin, did they come too?" you asked as you lifted your drink to your lips to finish the bottle.

"Armin wasn't feeling up for this scene so Mikasa is taking him home." Eren answered as he shifted his weight to prop himself up against the wall, bringing you with him. You grunted as your shoulder hit the wall, Eren let his hand slide down your arm slowly, leaving goosebumps in his wake. It had been quite some time since Eren had been to handsy with you, ever since you had started seeing Jean he had kept his hands to himself. Before you had began talking to Jean, all of your friends predicted that you and Eren would get together.

"Sounds like him." you giggled, craning your neck to peer around his broad shoulders to get a glimpse of the living room. Sasha scampered after a stray ping pong ball, loosing her footing she face planted, the sound of laughter filled the room and you smiled as you watched her snatch the ball and pick herself up.

"Yeah, I don't think Mikasa is coming back here either..." Eren continued, angling his body to block your view of the living room and redirect your attention back onto him.

"Really? Why? I was looking forward to seeing her." you pouted as you looked up at Eren.

"Where's horseface huh?" Eren quizzed, a playful gleam in his striking green eyes.

"Who knows?" you shrugged, your attention turning back to the counter where all the alcohol was. Eren chuckled and followed your gaze, he nudged you off the wall and the two of you crossed the room to get more booze. You poured out two shots of pineapple Bacardi Eren accepted the shot glass with the most alcohol with a smile. You clinked the glasses together before knocking them back. Eren hissed as he sat the glass down, you coughed and slammed the shot glass down next to Eren's a triumphant grin on your lips.

"That was some pussy shit huh? " Eren laughed as he licked his lips.

"Yeah." you agreed. The alcohol left your stomach feeling warm, and your tongue felt numb already. Eren pulled out two more screwdrivers for the two of you and once again grabbed your bicep to drag you down the hall. You were a bit confused but you trusted Eren so you allowed him to guide you through the house, it was clear that he knew his way around. He paused in front of a door to knock, when there was no response he pushed through the door. You realized that Eren had pulled you to a den, a couple of arm chairs and a love seat. The back wall had a huge window with an oak desk. The walls were lines with bookshelves and a large fireplace that radiated heat and light across the cozy room.

"Why'd you bring me back here?" you asked as Eren dropped down on the love seat.

"There's something you should know." Eren's eyes turned dark as he leaned forward to prop his elbows on his thighs.

"Okay I'm listening..." you sank down on one of the arm chairs opposite of Eren, your mind spinning due to the drinks.

"Jean's cheating on you." Eren stated rather bluntly. You blinked stupidly at him, Jean hadn't even asked you to be his girlfriend yet, and now Eren was accusing him of being a cheater? Nah this reeked.

"Ha ha very funny Eren." you rolled your eyes and stood up, not wanting to get into this.

"I'm serious. Connie told me that he saw Jean and Marco kissing in his car after Marco's shift at the cafe." Eren pressed, reaching out to grab your wrist.

"Marco?" you whispered, everyone knew that Marco was gay, but Jean? Not that it would be a bad thing if Jean was gay but the cheating thing....that was bad. But then again could you say anything after what you had done with Levi?

"Yeah, I'm sorry but I had to tell you before things got too messy." Eren apologized as he dropped your wrist once he realized you weren't going to run.

"I mean Jean hadn't even asked me out yet so is that really cheating?" You pondered as you dropped onto the sofa by Eren.

"I don't think that's any excuse for him to be fooling around with other people while seeing you." Eren shrugged, turning his eyes to the fire instead of your face. You followed his gaze a cloud of sadness was settling above your head as you thought back to every interaction you'd had with Jean. Where had you messed up? When did he decide that you weren't enough for him? You took a long chug from your screwdriver. Eren watched you with a blank expression, his green eyes filled with pity.

"What should I do Eren." you moaned, dropping your head into your hands as you slumped forward. Eren inhaled sharply as you tried to hold back your tears.

"Well if it was me...I would confront Jean." Eren answered earnestly. You nodded and blinked away your tears.

"But how? I honestly wouldn't had known if you hadn't told me." You fretted, sitting up to face Eren once more. Eren brought his hand up to cup his chin in thought.

"Just tell him what I told you." he shrugged, clearly not interested in how this confession would affect his relationship with Jean.

"But I wouldn't want to make Jean mad at you." you pointed out, Eren scoffed and rolled his eyes at that.

"As if I care about that. Jean and I always make up." Eren replied nonchalantly. You envied him, if only girls could be as simple.

"Agh this is all too complicated." you groaned and pulled your phone out. You couldn't stay here any longer or else you'd do something you would regret.

"What are you doing?" Eren asked as he tried to peek at your phone screen.

"Calling Hange to come pick me up." you mumbled as you scrolled through your contacts.

"Stay." Eren insisted, once again catching your wrist and demanding your attention. The firelight was casting a warm shadow over Eren's angular features. His teal eyes were shining with determination.

"I really shouldn't. I don't want to do something I would regret." you sighed as your eyes flickered over his features. He squeezed your wrist and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

"Just stay, you don't even have to see that horsefaced jerk." Eren shifted closer to you on the couch, his hand sliding from your wrist and into your own hand. Your mouth fell open in surprise, Eren usually wasn't so clingy, not even when he drank.

"Eren..." your tone was warning as he brushed his thumb over your knuckles.

"Don't leave me here all by myself (Y/n)." Eren chuckled as he licked his lips and lifted his gaze from your intertwined hands.

"Eren I-" you were cut off by the sound of your cell phone ringing. You both turned to see who it was. Eren frowned when he saw Levi's name and contact photo lighting up your screen. You answered the call and lifted the phone to your ear, grateful for the interruption.

"Hey, hope I didn't wake you." Levi greeted. You smiled at the sound of his velvety voice.

"No, not at all. I'm actually out right now." You admitted.

"Really? Where at?" Levi quizzed, you could hear the sounds of water being poured and glasses tinkling.

"Marco's." you quipped as you shot Eren an apologetic glance.

"Ah the freckled brat." Levi mused as he dunked his tea bag in the boiling water.

"Yeah that's Macro." you chuckled nervously.

"You been drinking?" Levi asked as he allowed his tea to steep.

"Uhh yeah." you admitted as you rubbed the side of your tingling face.

"Tch." Levi clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Sorry did you need something?" you asked, Levi scoffed once more, you heard him take a sip of his drink before responding.

"No, I was just....checking up on you." Levi grunted, the last part was spoken softly, so quiet you almost missed it.

"O-Oh well thank you...I'm fine." your voice came out a bit shaky, Levi frowned at your unsteady tone.

"You don't sound fine." Levi observed, clearly not in the mood for your bullshit.

"It's just a bit overwhelming here." You admitted, not really wanting to dump your issues on Levi. Eren still had a firm grip on your hand as you spoke on the phone.

"Then leave." Levi's blunt response made you smile.

"I'm trying." you chuckled humorlessly.

"Call me when you get home." Levi grunted, before you could say anything else he had ended the call. You huffed and pocketed your phone, shooting Eren an apologetic glance before slipping your hand from his grasp.

"Sorry Eren but I really should go home." you cringed at his disappointed expression, but you knew that you needed to be alone.

"Text me when you get home." was all the brunette said before he got up and left the room. You took your phone out and texted Hange.

"Can you drive?"

"Yeah why?"

"I need a ride."

"Where are you?"

You shared your location with Hange before you also left the room, you had about twenty minutes before she would arrive. So why not knock back another shot? You were relieved to find the kitchen empty because the party had moved into the living room. You leaned against the counter as you retrieved a fresh solo cup and a bottle of Captain Morgan rum the golden liquid sloshed into the cup quickly, you scowled at the large amount of liquor and decided it would go down easier with some coke. You dumped in the soda, filling the cup the rest of the way. You took a long chug before wandering towards the living room. The room was crowded and loud, drunk teens milling about engaged in drunken conversations that they wouldn't remember in the morning. You slid your shoes on undetected and slipped out the front door. You tapped your shoe on the front porch as you looked out at the snowy trees.

Marco's house was like yours, nestled in a grove of trees with a large lawn. However Marco's house was mostly surrounded with pine trees, which were drooping under the weight of all the snow. You sipped your drink as you looked out at the quiet scenery, you tensed when you heard the sound of someone trudging through the snow. Your breath caught in your throat when you recognized Annie padding through the snow. Her cold eyes were distant, she hadn't noticed you yet. Your eyes were drawn to a small blunt that she had balanced between her slender fingers. She lifted the blunt to her lips and took a short drag. You knew little about the blonde, what you did know was that she had moved to the states from Russia when you were in middle school and that she was good friends with Bertholdt and Reiner. You tilted your head as you watched her blow the smoke out of her nose. Odd, you smiled and took a sip from your cup in an attempt to muster enough courage to talk to Annie.

"Staring is rude." Her voice echoed off the trees and the side of the house, startling you.

"Sorry..." you say meekly as you brush some snow off the porch railing. Annie scoffed and kicked a the snow in front of her.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked in an attempt to fill the silence.

"What does it look like?" she quipped as she lifted the blunt back to her lips. You chuckled awkwardly and gripped your cup a bit tighter. Annie exhaled another cloud of smoke before dropping the butt of the blunt and stalking over to the porch. She paused when she reached the top step, her eyes roaming shamelessly over you.

"You look like shit." she commented before she stalked past you and disappeared into the house, leaving you confused. You didn't have long to analyze Annie's cryptic way of conversing before Hange pulled up the driveway. You grabbed your drink and carefully stepped down the stairs and shuffled over Marco's icy driveway. You pulled the door open and climbed inside.

"Hey sweetie what's wrong?" Hange asked, her brown eyes softer than usual.

"Hey Hange, sorry to bother you. I guess it's just not my night." you muttered as you fiddled with your scrunchy on your wrist. Hange frowned but turned her attention to backing out of the driveway, throwing her hand over the back of your seat as she turned to check behind her. You relaxed into the seat, your head spinning from the alcohol.

"Erwin will want to know." Hange broke the silence a few minutes into the drive.

".....Jean cheated on me." you admitted, knowing that she would only continue to pester you for answers.

"O....kay." Hange was clearly taken aback by your bluntness. She said nothing as you knocked back the rest of your rum and coke and crushed the plastic cup.

"It's fine, I was thinking about ending things anyway." you shrugged nonchalantly as you looked out at the snowy scenery.

"Still..." Hange mumbled as she turned onto your road.

"You should know, Kenny is over....for dinner with your mom." Hange informed you, carefully choosing her words.

"Great." you huffed as you brought your knuckle to your lips and took the skin between your teeth.

".....great?" Hange was thrown off by your standoffish attitude and your indifference to being cheated on and your mother having a man over for dinner.

"Yeah, I mean this night wouldn't be complete without one more thing turning to shit." you chuckled darkly as you leaned back into your seat.

"I think that you're drunk and you need to go to bed." Hange said sternly as she pulled into your driveway.

"Me too." you agreed, your head spinning. You barely registered Hange shutting off the car and rounding the car to help you out and up the stairs into your house. You leaned heavily into Hange as she guided you through the kitchen and up the stairs, not even bothering to take your shoes off. She dropped you onto your bed with a grunt, you felt her tug your shoes off and then your jeans.

" Woah, Hange you're dating Erwin." you state gripping her wrist as she tried to lift the hem of your shirt over your head.

"Yeah I am now let me put you to bed." she was becoming impatient as she tugged your shirt off the rest of the way.

"No I....I have to call Levi." you insisted, your hand reaching for Hange's in an attempt to keep yourself grounded.

"No that's not a good idea sweetie." Hange frowned as she took your hand and helped you under the covers.

"Yes it is. He told me to call him when I got home." you stated as you tried to sit up to find your phone.

"You can call him in the morning.... not that you'll remember much of this anyway." Hange muttered the last part as she watched you pat your sheets down.

"Please Hange." you pleaded as you pawed around your messy bed.

"No (Y/n) just go to bed." Hange scolded as she stood up, subtly slipping your phone into her pocket. You whimpered as you leaned back into your pillows.

"What if he stops talking to me? We just started being friends Hange I don't want him to leave me." you whined as you gave Hange puppy dog eyes. Hange frowned, not sure who exactly you were referring to.

"Just....go to sleep." Hange sighed as she stood and crossed the room, pausing at the door as she flicked the light off. You sniffled and rolled over with a sigh of defeat, Hange's shoulders sagged with relief when you stilled and your breathing became steady. As soon as she shut the door she felt your phone buzz, she pulled it from her pocket and unlocked it.

"Did you make it?"

Her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Levi's message. So you weren't lying about Levi wanting you to call him. How odd, Hange pursed her lips as she scrolled through your previous messages. Her eyes widened when she realized how many messages the two of you had shared over the past two weeks. What made Levi want to get so chummy with you all the sudden? She ducked into Erwin's room, Erwin rolled over in bed and sat up to see what all the ruckus was about.

"How is she?" Erwin yawned as he watched Hange pull the covers back and slip underneath them.

"Eh she's been better, but get this! Levi's been texting her, can you believe that?" Hange squawked as she held your phone up for Erwin to see.

"Huh that's weird." Erwin mused as he took the phone and scrolled through at his leisure.

"I know! I'm so proud of them, I knew that one day they would look past their differences!" Hange giggled as she took the phone back and plugged it in.

"Yeah that's a relief, hopefully they can be civil when he comes back." Erwin sighed as he rubbed a hand down his face as he reclined back into his pillows. Hange rolled over and pulled the covers up over her shoulders.

"Hopefully." Hange yawned, Erwin reached up and flicked off the lamp.

"Only time will tell." Erwin commented as he pulled Hange flush against him and nuzzled his nose into her shoulder.

______

Levi frowned at his phone, you still hadn't called or texted him. He hoped that you had made it safely back to your place, he would certainly scold you in the morning for failing to communicate with him. He sighed heavily and reached to pour himself a fresh cup of tea, the sun was casting soft morning rays across the kitchen. He dunked in a fresh tea bag, leaning heavily on the counter, although he had already spent a full two weeks in France, his body was still struggling to adjust to the time change. Not that he got much sleep when his body was in sync with the time zone anyway. He assumed that you had managed to get a decent amount of sleep since you had stopped responding to his texts and snaps around one am your time. He frowned, catching himself thinking about you for what felt like the millionth time within the past couple of weeks. He had fallen into a strange rut, thoughts of you running rampant in his mind. He found himself wondering what you were wearing, who you were with, what were you thinking about?

Did you think about him they way he thought of you? Probably not, why should you? He was puzzled on his sudden infatuation with his best friends younger sister. At first he figured it was textbook lust, but now he was doubting that. He had lusted after others before you, but none had held his attention for so long. He scoffed at the thought, of course he would become attached to the very person who had been a thorn in his side for the past six years. Someone who he'd had honestly, little to no interest in until he was supposed to leave the fucking country.

"Bit early to look so angsty don't you think?" Farlan hummed as he padded into the kitchen still in his pajamas. Levi simply clicked his tongue and took a long sip of his tea.

"I'm not angsty, it's called thinking, you should really try it some time." Levi jabbed as he watched Farlan shuffle around the kitchen as he went about making breakfast and brewing a pot of coffee. Farlan snorted at his response, pleased with Levi's snarky attitude.

"I was thinking that we could visit campus today? Maybe grab a beer." Farlan offered as he cracked an egg into a pan.

"Hm." Levi hummed as he stared into his dark beverage.

"You might like it, maybe enough to stay and study?" Farlan smirked as he turned to see his friend engrossed in his tea.

"Maybe." Levi agreed, images of him sitting in a lecture hall, of him up late flipping through a textbook, sitting in a cafe with an open laptop. It was a bit disturbing how easy it was to imagine a life away from his friends, away from you. He frowned, suddenly it didn't seem so glamorous, in fact it seemed lonely. But necessary, once he finished his degree he could come home, to you, to his friends. He had made a promise after all.

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The Five Minute Adventures of Snake Noir: Ch 3 - Best Laid Plans

Chapter 1: I Want It To Be You

Chapter 2: Best Friends

Chapter 3: Best Laid Plans

Chat Noir was wearing the snake miraculous this evening as he always did now, but he hadn’t activated it. Tonight, he needed Alya to remember he had been there. He landed on the balcony of Alya’s bedroom and peered into the room cautiously. He had never actually been here before, and wanted to confirm he was in the right place.

Sure enough, Alya was sitting at a computer across the room.

He tapped on the glass. She looked up, and her amber eyes widened when they landed on him. He waved. She got up immediately, and slipped through the sliding glass door.

“Sorry to drop in on you like this,” Chat said.

She smiled warmly. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Chat Noir?”

He couldn’t help the hand that went to the back of his neck. “Well, this might seem like it’s out of nowhere, but I was… kinda worried about Nino?”

Her eyes popped out of her head. Whatever she had been expecting, that had not been it. “What? Why?”

Read on Ao3

“Well, Hawkmoth has impersonated him twice now. Once as actual Nino and another as Bubbler. It seems like Nino has become a target. I just… if it was me, I would worry about my friends and family mistaking an imposter for me. And I would want to protect them.”

If anything, Alya’s eyes grew larger. “I don’t know if Nino was the target,” she whispered. “I think Hawkmoth is using him to get to me.”

Chat frowned. “Why would Hawkmoth be targeting you?”

“I… uh… I think he thinks I have a special connection with Ladybug… you know, because of the Ladyblog.”

Chat Noir nodded. “I suppose that makes sense.”

She sighed and leaned against the railing next to him.

“So what do we do?”

He stared out into the skyline. “I was thinking it would be fairly easy actually. You and him just need to set up some kind of call and response code. Something that only you and he know. You could tell him to do something similar with all the people he’s close to. And maybe you could do the same with people in your life… if you’re worried.”

She nodded. “That sounds good.” And then she considered him for a moment. “Why did you come to me instead of going to him directly?”

He tensed at the question. He had been rather hoping she wouldn’t ask that. Honestly, he could have mentioned it to him as Adrien, but he felt that Adrien had less reason to notice something was up with Nino, and Adrien didn’t exactly have the background to be thinking about threats constantly. His father hired people for that. And Alya and Nino - they were just super close - and seemed to communicate well. He just thought Nino would be more receptive if the idea came from his girlfriend. But it’s not like he could explain all that.

But maybe, he could explain some of it.

“Well… uh… I don’t know him?” he lied. “But I do sort’ve know you. And I’m sure he would take it better coming from someone he knows and cares about rather than a random superhero.”

She scoffed. “You’re hardly some random superhero, Chat Noir.”

“Nice to know I have a fan,” he purred, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

She shoved him back with an eyeroll and he grinned. “Stop,” she scolded. “You know I have a boyfriend.”

He smoothed out his face and gave her a genuine smile. “You are both very lucky to have each other.”

She smiled. “I definitely think so. Thank you, Chat Noir. I appreciate you looking after my boyfriend this way.”

He gave her a two-fingered salute. “Of course! Just doing my job.” He was about to leave, but then he hesitated. “Do you have a pen and paper?” he asked.

“Uh… sure. Give me a second.” She slipped inside and returned with his requested items.

“If you run into any issues that need my attention, this is my username on the Ladyblog. You can DM me.”

She blinked at him, at the offered paper stupidly. “Oh my god!! You’re on my blog?!”

He grinned cheekily. “Of course! I am Ladybug’s biggest fan after all. And you seem to have the best scoops in that regard. I don’t know how you do it! Sometimes, it seems like you know her better than I do.”

She burst out laughing. “Well, a girl can’t give away all her secrets, now can she?”

He smiled again. “I suppose not,” he said. “Thank you, Alya.”

“No, thank you, Chat Noir.” She stepped forward and he stepped easily into the offered embrace. He squeezed her tightly.

“For what?” He pulled away.

She smiled sincerely. “For everything you do.”

He blushed at the praise. “Like I said. All in a day’s work. See you around, Ladyblogger!”

“See you, Chat Noir!”

And he launched himself back into the sky.

…

He should have gone back home. It’s what he had planned on. He had a history exam coming up next week that he wasn’t entirely prepared for, but he was already so close by, he couldn’t help, but want to check in on Nino. He would set the time loop, check in on how Nino was doing, reset it, and head home without Nino ever knowing he was there.

He landed in a crouch in Nino’s bedroom.

His friend was sitting on his bed, swiping through his phone. His golden eyes snapped towards Snake Noir the second he had landed. His eyes narrowed. He did not so much as crack a smile.

Something was wrong.

“Is there an akuma?” Nino bit out, his voice hard and unwelcoming.

Adrien shook his head. “No,” he said, and then frowned. “Dude, are you okay?”

“What do you want?” Nino demanded, ignoring his question entirely.

Snake Noir took a step backwards. “Nino?”

“I think you should leave,” Nino said, and turned his gaze away from his unexpected guest.

But Adrien didn’t want to leave. Not when Nino was so clearly upset. “Nino, it’s me. Adrien.”

Adrien expected Nino to soften and pull him into a hug like he had every time Adrien had revealed himself, or at least explain why the hell he was so upset. But that’s not what happened.

Nino eyes shot back towards him, wide with shock. “W-what?!” He took in a shaky breath. “Dude! How could you do this to me?!” Nino was screaming now. He had bolted to his feet.

Adrien took another step back, raising his hands in surrender. “Nino! What are you talking about?”

“Like you don’t know!” Nino snarled.

“I don’t know!” Adrien insisted.

“I think you should leave.”

“What?! Nino! Please! Can we talk about whatever this is?” Adrien begged.

“No! I don’t think we can.”

“Second chance,” Adrien mumbled to himself, and he was outside Nino’s window. He glanced at Nino’s slumped form sitting on the bed for just a second before vaulting upwards to the roof of the building.

He sat down on the tiled roof. What the hell had happened? Why did Nino hate him now? What had he done? Adrien’s hands were shaking even transformed. Nino was his rock, and now he felt adrift without that support.

He lost the transformation and pulled out his phone, and immediately dialed his best friend. It wasn’t Adrien he was mad at - at least, not until he knew Adrien and Chat Noir were the same person. But why the hell would Nino be angry with Chat Noir?

Nino immediately answered.

“Hey dude,” Nino greeted, his voice sullen.

“Nino, what’s wrong?”

Nino sighed. “I think Alya is cheating on me.”

“What?” The idea didn’t even compute, it was just too incomprehensible.

“With Chat Noir.”

“What?!” Adrien said again, more in shock.

“Dude, I don’t know what to do!”

And Adrien could hear Nino’s pain. He had to fix this. It was clearly a misunderstanding.

“I’m here,” Adrien told him. “Now, explain this to me from the beginning. Why do you think Alya is cheating on with you? And with Chat Noir?”

“She’s… been off for awhile now. I don’t know what’s going on, and I didn’t want to pry. She usually will tell me things when she’s ready. But she started missing a bunch of our dates, and her reasons… they don’t sound… right.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means… I think she’s lying.”

“Could there be any other explanation?”

“For the avoiding me and making weird excuses? Probably! But I saw her earlier today with Chat Noir.”

“Okay, did you see them kissing or something?” Adrien asked. He knew there hadn’t been anything to see. He had maybe flirted a tiny bit, but even then she had only rolled her eyes and chastised him.

“Nothing like that, really. But she was laughing. She was so at ease, open, and lively. And I… I haven’t seen her like that in… weeks.”

“Nino…” Adrien trailed off, uncertain what to say. “I don’t claim to know what’s going on with Alya, or why she’s been distant. But she wouldn’t do this to you.”

And neither would Chat Noir.

“You didn’t see them together!” Nino shouted, and Adrien had to pull the phone away from his face. “I know what I saw!”

Adrien’s phone buzzed. And he opens it to reveal a picture of Alya and Chat Noir in a hug.

“Nino, this…” how did he explain this wasn’t what it looked like? “There’s no way Alya would cheat on you. Not even with a superhero.”

Nino dissolved into tears. “I just don’t know anymore. She’s hiding something. And I don’t want to pry, but my mind just keeps going in these spirals and I don’t now how to get it to stop. I just can’t… help but wonder if she doesn’t love me anymore. And she’s always loved the heroes. It would be difficult to compete with a guy like that.”

“Nino, what are you talking about?!” Adrien asked, wanting to point out that Nino was a hero, too. “You’re a fantastic catch!”

“Sure, but he’s Chat Noir! Have you seen his butt in leather? And he’s funny! And… charming! And who even knows how many times he’s saved Paris!”

Adrien was grateful this wasn’t a video call, but he could still feel the heat from his cheeks to his ears.

“He flirts with everyone!” Nino continued.

Adrien stiffened. He didn’t flirt with everyone. But he had flirted a tiny bit with Alya earlier, but he hadn’t meant anything by it. He was just being friendly.

“He could totally steal away someone’s girlfriend!”

Whether or not that was true (and Adrien had his doubts), Adrien knew he would never do that.

“Or even someone’s boyfriend!”

Seriously?!

“Does Alya need to be worried about you coming on to Chat Noir?” Adrien interjected.

“What?! No! I would definitely put him in his place! I love Alya so much!”

“And she would do the same!” Adrien insisted.

Nino didn’t say anything. And a few seconds later, he realized Nino was crying. His visit to Alya had made Nino cry. He had only been trying to help. He had to fix this.

“Nino, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean…” he trailed off sadly. He couldn’t truly say what he wanted to. Not without revealing himself. Which… he probably would have if Nino wasn’t so pissed specifically at Chat Noir.

“You don’t understand,” Nino sobbed. “Chat is not just some superhero to us.”

“He’s not?” Adrien asked cautiously. He really hoped this wasn’t going where he suspected it was going.

“Alya and I know him.”

“He has saved you both more than once,” Adrien said. Please, take the excuse. Please take the excuse.

“No!”

Adrien could hear Nino pulling his own hair out in frustration.

“That’s not what I mean,” Nino said. “Dude, can I tell you something? I’m not supposed to, but I’m going to lose it! I don’t know who else to talk to about any of this!”

Adrien squeezed his eyes shut. It didn’t really matter if Nino told him what he already knew, was it? But he knew Ladybug might feel differently about it.

Of course, he didn’t have to say anything to Ladybug. What was more thing he couldn’t talk about?

“You can trust me, Nino,” Adrien assured.

“Alya and I are superheroes, too.”

“You and Alya?” Adrien repeated, covering his face with the palm of his hand. How did he not see this coming?! Ladybug was going to kill him.

“She’s Rena Rouge. And I’m Carapace.”

Which made so much sense it wasn’t even funny. He was so close to losing it to hysterical laughter anyway.

Seriously, was everyone he knew a superhero? Who was next? His father?

“Please say something,” Nino begged and Adrien shook himself out of his thoughts.

“Wow,” Adrien said. “You’re a superhero! What’s that like?”

“Dude! I can’t even explain it. It’s exhilarating, and terrifying, and I don’t know how, out of everyone in all of Paris, Ladybug chose me to help her.”

Adrien smiled. Yeah, that was a pretty amazing feeling - the only fond memory he had as his time as Aspik.

“I mean, Alya showed me some footage of Anansi. You were pretty badass even without a miraculous. It doesn’t surprise me that Ladybug would recognize that.”

“Thanks, dude. That means a lot. I just… I don’t want to be mad at Chat Noir. He’s my friend.”

Adrien found himself tearing up.

“Or he was,” Nino added on. And Adrien sighed.

“Nino, this isn’t really about Chat Noir. This is about your relationship with Alya. Do you trust her?”

“I don’t want to be mad at Alya even more than I don’t want to be mad at Chat Noir.”

“Have you talked to her about any of this?”

“No,” Nino admitted.

“I’m telling you, Alya loves you. She wouldn’t do this. Not even a superhero who she happens to work with or be friends with. You’re her hero.”

“You really think so?”

Adrien snorted. “Yeah man, I really do. Will you please go talk to her before you make assumptions.”

“I don’t know where to start,” Nino said.

Adrien thought for a second. “You could probably start with what you told me. Tell her that you feel like she’s been avoiding you. See what she says.”

Nino laughed. “You don’t think I should start with accusations?”

“I mean…” Adrien hedged. He wasn’t going to lie. He was definitely scared of Alya. Just a little bit. “I wouldn’t?”

Nino laughed. He actually laughed, and Adrien breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright dude. Thanks for talking me off the cliff. I’ll call her now, and see if we can meet up.”

The call ended and Adrien stood up, hoping that Nino’s conversation with Alya went well. He knew that hug had been her thanking him. Surely, she would explain and everything would be fine.

He transformed and ran across rooftops anyway. He wouldn’t be able to stand it if Nino hated half of his identity. He wouldn’t be able to visit anymore, even with the snake.

Adrien had to have faith in Alya. It would be okay.

…

Nino knocked on the door. Etta answered. Or maybe it was Ella. Honestly, Nino hasn’t learned to tell them apart yet, and today, it wasn’t his highest priority.

“Alya! Your nerdy boyfriend is here!”

“Hey! Be nice!” Alya chastised her younger sister. And then she pushed her back into the room as she came out on the patio, closing the door behind her.

The beaming smile she offered him went a long way toward soothing his tortured feelings. Adrien was probably right, but there was still an inkling if doubt that he couldn’t quite quash. He managed a weak smile back. She deserved more.

“Nino! I was just about to call you!”

“You were?”

“You won’t believe who paid me a visit earlier today?!” She told him, her voice literally oozed with excitement.

“Chat Noir?” he guessed, unable to keep the hurt out of his voice.

Her eyebrows furrowed together. “How’d you know?”

He pulled out his phone, and flipped to the picture. “I was on my way to visit you.” He squeezed his shoulder, trying to reassure himself.

She took the device from him eagerly, her smile only widening. “This is such a good shot! I’m so happy you caught it!”

“You are?” And he might have sounded a little accusatory. He was trying to clamp down on it, and not start with accusations like Adrien said.

She glanced at him, startled. And for the first time, she seemed to sense something was off. “Nino? What’s wrong?”

“Okay, so this might seem ridiculous, but what does Chat Noir mean to you?”

Her eyes narrowed for a second, and then went wife as she rapidly connected dots. “Oh my god! Are you serious right now?! You think that I would do that to you?” Her eyes had returned to hard narrow slits; she was pissed!

But for the first time in his life, Nino was thrilled that she was furious with him. Her anger put to rest all her fears. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It’s just you’ve been so… distracted lately. And you’ve bailed on several of our dates and it feels like when I ask you dodge the question.”

She softened. And he barreled forward.

“I didn’t know what to think! I was actually coming over to talk to you about it when I saw you so... umm... friendly with Chat Noir. And I just… I haven’t seen you that open and happy in awhile. So I can’t help but wonder if I’ve done something wrong?”

He was wringing his hands. He didn’t even realize how much he was hurting himself until she took both his hands in hers and rubbed soothing circles with her thumbs onto the back of his hands.

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” she murmured, her eyes staring straight at him. “I’m sorry. I have been distracted, but it wasn’t anything to do with us. It’s just a bunch of Marinette stuff. And… she didn’t want me to talk about it with anyone, and it’s all driving me crazy, so I just… am having a hard time being completely there the rest of the time.”

“But… you looked so happy when… Chat Noir was there.”

“Nino! He’s a superhero! And I run a superhero themed blog! I get a little fan girly, it’s true.”

She pulled him into a hug. And he melted into her arms.

“The truth is,” she murmured into his ear, “I feel like I don’t have to pretend around you. I didn’t mean to push you away or out. I was feeling overwhelmed and crazy and around you, I thought I could just be low and it would still be okay.”

His arms tightened around her. His eyes were burning with threatened years. “I’m sorry I doubted you. Doubted us. I want to be able to be a place where you can be less than one hundred percent and still feel loved and supported. I’m sorry I didn’t live up to that.” And he was horrified that his voice cracked on his last word.

She pulled away just a bit, and pressed her forehead to his. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel guilty. I told you that because I love you. And next time I’m feeling detached, I will try to tell you so you don’t have to worry or wonder.”

He leaned forward and kissed her, letting the last of his hurt roll off his shoulders. “I love you so much.”

She smiled, and kissed him again. “I love you, too.”

They hugged, and Nino just let himself stay wrapped up in her familiar embrace.

At least until she pulled away with furrowed eyebrows. “Chat Noir was here like… hours ago. I only didn’t call you immediately because I had to watch the twins. Have you been stewing in this that whole time?”

Heat bloomed across his face, and he wanted to duck his head behind his hat, but this was Alya. He didn’t want to hide from her. “Yeah… I was really upset,” he admitted. “I assumed the worst, and kinda wanted to track down Chat Noir and start a fight!”

“Nino!”

He held up his hands. “I know. I know. But Adrien called me at like the perfect time, and he kinda talked me down. He was insistent that you loved me and that you would never cheat on me.”

“I’ll have to thank him,” she said, smiling.

“You and me both,” he said. Then started fidgeting with the brim of his hat. “So… ummm… am I out of line if I ask what you and Chat Noir were talking about?”

“I was going to tell you anyway! Before you freaked out on me! But yes, if you must know, we were talking about you!”

Nino blinked for a minute. “What? Me?”

“He was worried about you.”

His eyebrows scrunched together. Chat Noir was worried about him? And here Nino had been thinking the worst of the superhero. “But why?”

Alya reached out for his hand, and their fingers were quickly threaded together. “He was worried at how much Hawkmoth has been targeting you, that he has been impersonating you. He thought that maybe it might happen again, and he was worried about how it might be affecting you mentally.. He suggested I get you to come up with some call and response passwords with the people in your life, so you could protect yourself and your loved ones.”

Nino’s eyes could not get wider. “Really?” How had he completely misjudged the whole situation that badly. Chat Noir wasn’t trying to steal his girl at all - the hero was trying to look out for him and her by extension. Instead, the hero was like, reading his mind, and coming up with ways for Nino to address his fears head on.

“Really,” Alya said.

“Why did he go to you instead of me?” he asked. He felt so sheepish and embarrassed, and a tad bit guilty.

She shrugged. “Honestly, I think it’s just because he knew where I lived.”

Nino laughed, and pulled her to him once again. His head rested on her shoulder. “Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you,” she said, her tone smiling even if he couldn’t see her face.

“How much?”

“More than a superhero.”

He grinned. “That should be our call and response code.”

She rolled her eyes. “If it makes you feel better.”

“But only if I ask you to tell me you love me, or vice versa. We don’t want other people to overhear it.”

She nodded sagely in agreement. “Sounds good.”

“I’m sorry I was an idiot.” “You’re my idiot.”

And she lifted his head, and then she was kissing him.

He smiled against her lips, his hands snaking around her waist.

He really was a lucky guy.

…

Chat Noir sat across on a rooftop across the street from Nino’s empty bedroom. His legs were kicking back and forth in a way that would have seemed playful to anyone that didn’t know him well, but actually was a sign of how anxious he felt.

He breathed in a deep sigh of relief when Nino returned to the room with a huge grin plastered on his face. As soon as Nino had closed his bedroom door, Chat launched himself across the street and into the room, landing with his trademark thud.

Nino looked up at him in surprise. “Ch-Chat Noir! Uh… hey!”

“Hi Nino,” Adrien said, his voice subdued.

It was silent, and Adrien didn’t know what he was waiting for. He had come here with the intention of clearing the air. He hadn’t even transformed with the snake. He wanted to come clean. He spun the ring around his finger. This would be it. Nino was going to know who he was, and he wouldn’t be able to take it back. And he didn’t even know why he was nervous. He had told Nino dozens of times at this point, and his reaction had always been rock solid.

Well, except for the last time.

Maybe that was the problem.

“So… uh… Alya, didn’t seem to think you knew where I lived. I’ll have to tell her that she was mistaken,” Nino said.

Adrien nodded. “I may have led her to that conclusion. If it’s all the same to you, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t rat me out.”

Nino frowned. “Is there a reason you don’t want her to know?”

“There is actually, but I can’t explain it yet. Maybe later?”

“You’re being awfully cryptic tonight, dude.”

Chat rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I’m just a bit nervous.”

Nino stared at him, his eyes blinking in shock. “You’re nervous? Why?!”

“You seemed pretty pissed at me earlier today.”

Nino frowned. “How do you even know about that?”

Chat’s gaze dropped again. “I may have cheated?”

“Huh?”

“I’m wearing the snake miraculous.”

“That’s the one that creates a time loop?”

Chat Noir nodded.

Nino eyed him up and down. “You don’t look any different than normal.”

“I haven’t activated it yet, but I’ve been using it to, well, cope, I guess would be the best word.” Chat Noir trailed off.

“Cope? Cope with being a superhero?” Nino guessed.

“Yeah, it allows me to confide in someone without anyone remembering. And honestly, you’ve been really supportive the last few weeks. You have no idea.”

Nino’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What? But I don’t…”

“Remember? Yeah, I know you don’t. That’s what I’m saying.”

“But you’re not transformed now, so that means I’m going to remember this conversation.”

Chat nodded.

“So, what’s different about today that I get to remember?”

“I just… the last visit made me realize that I wanted you to know this was happening. I want you to remember giving me permission to do this.”

“I’ve given you permission to do this before?”

Chat nodded again. “I realize the why might not make sense to you, but you did.”

“Why me?”

Chat Noir looked up with a small smile. “What? Don’t think you’re good enough?”

“That’s not what I meant! It’s not everyday that you learn that you are the secret confidant of one of Paris’s superheroes and don’t even know it!”

“Because you’re definitely good enough! You saved me from being akumatized like I don’t know how many times.”

Nino frowned. “We’re not like having a secret affair or something are we?”

Chat laughed. “Umm… no, but you know, I’m beginning to think you have a crush on me.”

Nino blushed. “It’s a celebrity crush!” he defended. “Leave me alone! I didn’t know that we knew each other outside of akumas that well.”

“Well, I’d like to explain everything to you if that’s okay. Clear the air so to speak.”

“On a timer? Or without?”

Chat took in a deep breath. “You choose.”

“What do you want?”

“I really want you to remember this time, but it might be dangerous.”

“Dude! As you totally already know, I’m already a target of Hawkmoth.”

“Which is probably a reason I shouldn’t let you remember this. Which is part of the reason you let me erase your memory over and over again.”

Nino frowned. “How often have we uh… done this?”

Chat Noir winced. “Ummm… I don’t know?”

“Shit dude. That’s…” Nino looked away. “Answer one question for me without giving away the thing you’re worried about?”

“Anything.”

“Why did I agree to it the first time?”

Adrien thought about it for a moment. What could he say?

“You saw me have a breakdown where I was likely to be akumatized. I needed to talk to someone, but it wasn’t safe for me to talk about any of it without literally risking the world. You told me not to leave this room until I was okay.”

“And would you be risking the world by telling me now?”

Chat gripped the back of his neck. “Ummm… I don’t think so?”

“Dude! That’s not reassuring.”

Chat’s claws tore through his hair. “Yeah… you’re right. We can do it the other way. I’ll transform and set the timer, and explain everything. Then with context, you can make an informed decision about whether you want to remember or not. But either way, now you’ll at least remember that this is something that happens on the regular. You won’t bite my head off or assume that I’m trying to steal your girl when I’m talking to her.”

“Thank you for that by the way.” Nino’s voice is small. And embarrassed.

“For what?”

“Talking to my girl? Apparently you were worried about me?”

“Yeah…”

“I’m sorry,” Nino said. “For assuming the worst.”

Chat Noir shook his head. “It’s fine.” He wasn’t sure if it was, but he understood now why Nino had reacted the way he had. “I’m used to far worse.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better, dude,” Nino told him, his eyes staring at him with a concern that Adrien was far too familiar with.

He pasted on a bright smile. “Well, let’s get this show going, yeah?”

“Sure,” Nino said, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. “What do I need to do?”

Chat grinned. “Don’t worry about it, man. I got it covered. Sass, Plagg, unify!”

Nino put a hand over his eyes to block out the light. “Woah, dude. That’s quite the light show.”

Snake Noir laughed. “Second chance.”

“Alright mec, lay it on me,” Nino said.

Snake Noir took in a deep breath, and then looked right at Nino. “I’m Adrien.”

Nino paled. “What?”

“I’m Adrien,” he said again.

Nino’s eyes were as wide as the Seine. “Dude! You came here earlier when I was pissed at Chat Noir?”

“Yeah.”

“Please tell me I didn’t hit you,” Nino said, his eyes never leaving Adrien’s masked face.

Adrien frowned. “You didn’t hit me. Were you worried that you might’ve?”

“With where my head was at? I definitely wanted to punch you. Chat Noir, you, I mean.” Nino cringed. “I guess… that’s not much better.”

Adrien tried to smile, but didn’t pull it off. “Your… umm… hostility toward me was a bit of a shock,” Adrien conceded.

Nino snorted.

“I just… I think I had gotten used to your… easy acceptance. I realize that I took it for granted.”

“Dude! Stop! I was definitely in the wrong this time. And I’m sorry.”

Adrien smiled. “It was just a misunderstanding.”

“This is how you knew to call me?”

Adrien nodded.

“I’m so sorry! I never meant to lay into you about… well, you! I just kept thinking about things being off with Alya, and obsessing over how I was supposed to compete with a superhero.”

Snake Noir bumped Nino’s shoulder. “But Nino, you are a superhero, too.” And then his head hung. “And we all have doubts.”

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Not really,” he admitted. “The whole reason Ladybug gave me the snake was so that I could confide in her, but I haven’t really done that. I keep using it to talk to you.”

“Why can’t you talk to Ladybug.”

“I can! And I can’t. So much of what I want to say is about her and that just makes it awkward. And every time I tell her who I am she starts crying.”

Nino’s brow furrowed. “She has better not be disappointed!”

Chat shook his head. “No! I don’t think so. I think she’s sad that she has to forget.”

“Why exactly does she have to forget?” Nino asked.

“Us knowing each other’s identities apparently led to the end of the world.” It was getting easier to say.

Nino starred at him flatly. “What. What do you mean, end of the world?”

Chat threw his hands up in frustration. “I don’t know! I didn’t see it. She did! But apparently, I was akumatized and had the power of unlimited destruction, and blew up not just the earth, but the moon as well!”

And yeah, maybe it was getting easier to say, but Adrien was shaking in agitation.

Nino considered him for several seconds before finding his voice. “Dude. That is… heavy.”

Snake Noir slumped down on the floor. “You’re telling me.”

“I’m glad you’ve been able to come here,” Nino finally said. “I cannot imagine going through this alone.”

“I don’t know how I can ever thank you,” Adrien admitted.

Nino pulled him into a sideways hug. “You don’t have to. That’s what friends are for.”

“Little did I know, you taking pity on me for having Chloé as my only friend was one of the luckiest days of my life.”

“Ha! I’m glad you have more options now.”

Adrien smiled. “So, what do you say? Is this something you want to remember?”

Nino nodded. “If you want me to know, I want to know.”

“Even if it puts you in more danger?”

“Dude! Do you think it’s possible for me to be in more danger at this point?”

“Nino, I destroyed the world. Not Hawkmoth.”

Nino frowned. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong. You said you were akumatized. That’s all on Hawkmoth.”

“I doubt Hawkmoth’s goal was to destroy the world,” Adrien said softly.

“Which just means, you must have broken from his control or something.”

“To destroy the world?” Adrien asked sarcastically.

Nino placed a hand on either of Adrien’s shoulders. “Dude, look at me.”

Adrien looked up.

“I’m not going to lie. Seeing you transformed as Snake whatever with Adrien’s brooding face is majorly trippy.”

Adrien laughed. “Sass, scales rest. Plagg, claws in.” And in a burst of light, he was just Adrien sitting on his best friend’s bed.

“You were saying?” Adrien prompted when Nino continued to just stare at him in shock.

Nino seemed to shake himself lose. “Right! I’m saying this once and I will say it as many times as you need to hear it. You don’t really know what happened in that timeline. Like you said, you didn’t see it. And, you haven’t destroyed the world. Just look outside, you can see it!”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but Nino silenced him with a waggling finger. “No, dude! I know what you’re thinking, but I know you. You would never destroy the world if you were in control of yourself. You are too good. Too pure for this world. And you’re fucking Chat Noir! You literally throw yourself into death’s jaws like every week to protect everyone. I will not let you feel guilty for all of time for something you haven’t even done.”

Adrien watched Nino through his monologue, unable to help the smile that stretched across his face. “Are you done?”

“That depends. Are you still beating yourself up?”

Adrien smirked. “I’m feeling better at the moment actually, but I don’t promise I never will again.”

“Well, you just have to promise to come back whenever you’re feeling that way.”

Adrien offered an open hand at chest level, and Nino clapped his own hand into it, and they pulled each other into a hug. “Deal, as long as you promise to talk to your girlfriend whenever you’re having doubts.”

“What? I can’t talk to you about my girlfriend?”

“I mean, you can! You can talk to me about anything.”

“Oh my god! You’re Chat Noir!”

“Uh, yeah?”

“And I’m Carapace.”

“Yeah, you gave that away in like my second loop.”

“We can literally talk about anything,” Nino concluded.

Adrien smiled again. “I guess we can now. I hope you don’t come to regret that.”

“Dude!” Nino squealed. “This is going to be so cool!”

…

Chapter 4: A Thank You

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nervousmendes · 3 years

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Unsent Part 1 - Shawn Mendes

shawn x reader

a/n : so I'm finally back afer a really long break and I've been so excited to edit and post this one. I should also mention that is my first time writing angst so please be kind. any feedback would be much appreciated!

warnings : none, just 1.5k words of amateur angst and heartbreak

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It was a pleasant Saturday, the sun was long gone and the moonlight that spilled through the window was just enough to relax you while you worked on your research paper. Doing a PhD was never easy, and now that classes were going on in full swing, you were almost convinced that it was impossible. Your days mostly just consisted of you going to classes, working on essays, trips to the library and maybe watch a little Netflix before you hit the sack. It was a routine now, and you were always used to this life. You found your calm in the chaos whenever you could talk to your boyfriend who was touring somewhere in some city across the ocean. With your time zones never matching and him constantly traveling it was impossible to keep up with his schedule but you both did your best to stay as connected as possible.

When tour first kicked off, you missed Shawn so much. You hated the distance and you spent hours on end talking to him on facetime, blowing kisses and whining about wanting "virtual cuddles". It was a nightly ritual for the two of you to facetime immediately after his show, and since he was still in America at the time, it was easier to find a way to talk when you were both free. Even when you'd be too busy looking into your laptop screen while he was performing for thousands of excited teenagers every other night, there was some kind of warmth, some affirmation, that at the end of the day it was always going to be the two of you together until forever. Even though the physical distance made you sad, your relationship with him never seemed to burn out. Your love for each other was always so strong that the thought of being apart from each other never threatened your relationship.

But things shifted with time and the routine facetime calls went from after every show to every alternate show and then to every few days. You'd only text each other once or twice a day and it always felt like it was just for the sake of it. Sometimes you would go about your entire day and only realize before going to bed that you hadn't thought of him or spoken to him once throughout. You now knew more about him through his Instagram stories than you did from what he told you about tour. The quick ‘I love you’s exchanged before hanging up felt more mechanical than natural. Of course it hurt you, it made you feel guilty and made your heart ache at the same time, but you knew deep down that he was feeling that way too. It's not like he remembered to text you every single day either. It now turned into a subconscious competition of who would start the conversation first. Every text was thought out, typed, backspaced and rephrased. It felt like you didn't know each other as well as you once did. You would overthink not knowing whether a read receipt would do or a reply would be more reassuring. Everything seemed different, and not at all in a good way. As much as you hated to even think of it, a part of you felt that maybe you didn't love him anymore but your heart would never let you admit that.

You often went to bed not feeling sleepy at all, replaying all the memories from the initial stages of your relationship. The giddy first date, the awkward first kiss, the butterflies, the cheesy gifts and all the sneaking around. It felt like you were both different people back then. And maybe you just grew up or grew out of it, but does real love ever fade away? Does it suddenly empty itself and leave a void in your heart? How does it just make everything go away? You always thought, no you knew that he was the one. You still remember eighteen months ago at the fair, when he went down on one knee holding a huge stick of cotton candy in his hand, asking you to be "his honorable girlfriend until the end of time" and promised to never break your heart, you kissed him with everything in you right outside the Ferris wheel knowing in your heart that you already kind of wanted this forever. He had always been the one.

You both appreciated the little things, it was kind of what built your relationship with him. The reassuring glances from across a crowded room that made you uncomfortable, the hand around your waist when a distant friend would be “too nice” to you or the way his fingers played with your hair after a long, disheartening day were some of the many things you loved about your relationship with him. You always felt the need to be physically connected to him and it was almost common knowledge that Shawn's love language too was touch. You desperately missed the way his hand would automatically lace with yours while you walked together and the warmth it spread in you when his hands would go to the back of your neck to leave a tender kiss to your lips. And when one of you had a rough day, the other would kiss the stray tears away and you would both hold each other so tight until your ragged breaths would slow down and your hearts would beat to the rhythm of each other's pulse. All of that now felt like a distant memory, it was like you had him and lost him at the same time. Everything you once had with each other slipped right through your fingers. You would kill to go back in time and figure out anything you could've done differently to give this all a miss because the thought of even having to talk about the collected weight on both of your chests physically pained you. What if this was over? And even if it's not, what if there's nothing left to give? How were you going to go on knowing he's not yours anymore? While you learnt to live a life without him, you never once forgot that he would come right back to you. And now maybe he won’t and there’s nothing you could do about it. So many questions and so many thoughts ran through your head as you were still staring at the text you received about five minutes ago.

Hey I landed sometime back. On my way to Pickering. See u tomorrow? - Shawn

No “babe”. No “honey”. Nothing about the movies he watched on the flight, or the occasional "Omg we're SO watching it together". It was a plain text just to keep you informed. Mechanical. You thought back to the last time he came home from tour, when he first showed up at your door and pushed for you to come spend the weekend with him and his family in Pickering. Gone were those days when he'd ring you up as soon as he had service on his phone again to tell you how tiring the flight was or how much he hated the food, and on hearing that you would order his favourite pizza before he got home. You read and re-read the insipid words on your screen and after a lot of thinking, with a doubtful mind, you typed out a simple response.

Yes. Hope your flight was okay, get some rest tonight!

After humming and hawing for long enough, you hit send and patiently waited for the thumbs up he left under your text as an instant response. His lack of interest in continuing the conversation did sting, but you quickly pushed it away considering the fact that you were going to meet him the very next day and he’d clearly already had a tiring flight back to Toronto. You shifted around, pulling your blanket closer up to your face and just as you turned away and closed your eyes, the screen of your phone lit up again.

We need to talk, don't we... - Shawn

Shawn sat in his car parked outside his childhood home, right leg bouncing unconsciously and staring intently at the text he had just sent. He patiently waited for it to go from 'delivered' to 'read'. But it didn't. His bouncing leg was now shivering and the words he regretted typing out were staring right back at him. His fingers trembled over the screen, and with a shaky breath he unsent the message without giving it another thought. He took his bags and walked up to Karen and Manny at the door smiling widely as he silently thanked technology for saving him. But little did he know that your eyes were on the screen of your phone as you read those nauseating words under his contact name, and then watched the pop up disappear a minute after.

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bumblebee-moreno · 3 years

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LGBT EDUCATION EVENT

I posted a bit ago to see who might be interested in an event for anyone to ask me any question they want about my LGBT identities, or the LGBT community in general, and there seemed to be quite a bit of interest, so here we are!

Event goes from midnight to midnight March 30 (starts in 5 minutes, lasts for the full 24 hours).

For those of you who don’t know me (you can skip this part if you already know who I am):

My name is Bumblebee, but you can call me Bee. I am white and use he/they pronouns. I am FTM nonbinary, queer, demisexual, and polyamorous. I work part-time at a non-profit targeted towards trans youth. At the non-profit, I moderate our 24/7 chat (I’m not the only moderator, don’t worry, I do sleep), am a facilitator for our middle school support group (When one of our high school facilitators cannot make it, I also step into that group occasionally). I also help create and present workshops (We are currently in the process of creating a presentation for Microsoft). My other job is as a receptionist for a Veterinary Clinic. (For safety reasons, I will not be sharing which nonprofit I work at, or which veterinary clinic I work at. If, for some reason you find out where I work, please keep this information to yourself). I was diagnosed with ADHD in February, and was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder two years ago. I have lived in the USA my whole life, and was raised in a non-religious household. My extended family is mostly Christian, with a few relatives who are Norse Pagan (we are originally from Norway). I am agnostic.

The purpose of this event:

Education. That’s literally it. I’ve noticed a lot of misconceptions about the LGBT community, and want to combat that with a good ol’ fashioned Q&A.

Here are a few rules before we start:

(I do have a TL/DR at the bottom, but if you have the time, I encourage you to read the full thing)

- This is a safe space.

This means a few things: You can ask any question you like and I will not be offended. Nothing is to be taken personally, it will always be assumed that you are trying to learn, unless you’ve clearly proven otherwise. If you’re hurt by something someone (including myself) has said, you’re free and encouraged to say something about it. All identities are welcome. Everything will be tagged with appropriate content warnings (If I don't tag something you need tagged, let me know and I will happily tag it!)

- Who can participate:

Anyone wanting to learn about anything LGBT, including but not limited to:

Cisgender/heterosexual people who want to become better allies, Writers who want to learn how to be more inclusive, People questioning their gender/sexuality, literally anyone prepared to be respectful to anyone else participating

(I do want to note: this event is open to NSFW conversations. If you are uncomfortable with this, please filter the tag “adult conversations”.)

- Any question is okay to ask.

This is a space for everyone to learn, regardless of their prior knowledge. I will never get offended by a question. I will not be offended by the phrasing of a question. If I am not comfortable answering something, I will explain why, but I will not be annoyed. Part of learning is making mistakes, and I want to be courteous to that.

I am super open, so I will answer almost every question, regardless of how personal it is, with a few exceptions (see the “my boundaries” point.

Yes, this means you can ask questions that you’ve been previously told never to ask. I want to clarify though: I will make it clear when a question is inappropriate to ask in normal circumstances. Since I am telling you beforehand that it’s okay to ask personal or private questions, it is acceptable to do so in this context. However, I will always add a note explaining why you shouldn’t ask people this in other circumstances so that it’s still clear which questions I am making exceptions for.

- My boundaries

I’m not going to share identifying information. That includes: My legal name, where I live, where I work, photos of myself, etc.

I’m not going to share my deadname either, though I am willing to have conversations about deadnames themselves.

I’m not going to share what my plans for bottom surgery are. I am fine to talk about bottom surgery itself, I am fine to share where I’m at right now, and have next to no boundaries about top surgery. But I’m not going to share what my plans for whether or not I’m getting bottom surgery are.

I’ve worked as a receptionist and trans advocate for long enough that I take nothing personally. Because of this, I ask that if you need to get upset or aggressive about something related to this event, please come to me directly instead of attacking a participant. I’d rather you send me hate than sending it to someone who is trying to use this safe space as a learning opportunity. This includes if you’re frustrated with a participant. I’m happy to facilitate a healthy conversation about a disagreement, but I will not tolerate anyone attacking others.

- Hate will be blocked.

When you’re talking directly to me, I’m going to assume you’re well-intentioned. HOWEVER. If you’re directly attacking others who are involved in the conversation, you will be blocked. If you have a problem, please come to me and I will work to resolve it. Sending hate to people other than myself is in violation of the safe space.

- My intention is never to speak over anyone

I don’t know everything about every identity. As a white person, I experience white privilege. As someone who passes as male about 80% of the time, I experience male privilege. I am able-bodied. I try my very best to educate myself, but I am still learning (and always will be).

If I speak on an identity that is not my own, I will always add a note to clarify this. I will only be speaking from the stories shared with me by people who have that identity, and from the additional research I have done.

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The Secret We Keep - Pt. 6

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Here’s part 6! Fresh off the press! And I just wanted to say that one of my followers commented on the last installment asking if maybe Hans’ had gotten Maddie a dog like she had mentioned. And I was just sadly thinking to myself “Oh, honey... no...” But don’t worry. Hans is a giver. Just... maybe not in the traditional sense. :D

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He woke with the first light of the dawn, blinking sleep from his eyes and drawing in a slow, deep breath. The small room was washed in soft, faded greys as the light slipped in through the closed hole in the roof. Dark, slate blue eyes considered it critically, his lip curling into something that seemed almost like profound disapproval for the ramshackle skylight.

But then those eyes fell on her, sleeping beside him. Her arms curled up, her hands resting lightly next to her cheek. Instantly, he felt himself becoming mollified. She fit neatly against his torso; with her legs tucked up, he could curl his body almost completely around her. He found he liked that. Being able to cocoon her with his own flesh. Gods knew she needed all the shelter and protection he could offer. To him, it was a wonder she had survived this long on her own.

Slowly, and surprisingly quietly despite his huge frame, the big orc slid out of the bed. Though perhaps ‘bed’ was the wrong word now. A soft nest, made from the wreckage. He glanced about the mess guiltily, rubbing the back of his neck. She shifted in her sleep, and he froze, wondering if she was waking. But after a breath, she lay still again.

Good. Let her sleep. Just a little longer at least.

Hanste’kosh donned his stockings and boots quietly, then retrieved his discarded tunic and gathered his armor into a pile. Heat licked at the back of his neck as he moved, the disbursement of his gear reminding him vividly of the previous night. His eyes flicked back to the remnants of the bed, and its sole occupant. Part of him longed to rejoin her; to wake her with a warm kiss, to pull her into his arms and run his mouth across every inch of her. Until he had every curve, freckle, and scar committed to memory. He brushed the desire aside with a soft grunt, and silently slipped out the door. He had work to do.

In the yard, he dumped the armor on a stump, pulling his tunic over his head and adjusting it across his torso. It seemed like he was just in time as well, for there was a soft groan coming from the ruined stables at the opposite side of the yard.

Stretching his broad shoulders and square jaw with a pop to shake out the last of his sleep, Hanste’kosh stomped over. At the sound, a large green head popped up. At first, the big orc stiffened, but a moment later he recognized his second and relaxed his readied fists.

Bar’tok gave him a smirk, and the larger orc saw his eyes flicker over to the door of the house. But when his eyes returned and found the deep scowl waiting for him, Bar’tok wisely chose not to comment on his boss’s evening.

“Just got here, figured he’d be coming to soon.” He explained softly, then delivered a swift kick to the heap on the ground beside him. “Though you should really get some better security set up here, Boss.”

Hanste’kosh responded with a rumbling growl as the heap in question groaned, moaning and rolling onto his back. His hands were bound tightly in front of him with rough, fraying rope and large bruises and welts speckled his body like spots on a dalmatian. The man was large by human standards, with lean muscles and a chiseled jaw. But compared to the orcs? The tanned skinned human might as well have been a child.

The larger, darker skinned orc gave a grunt, grabbing the man’s binds and effortlessly dragging him across the ground. Over to the old metal hooks generally used to hoist beasts up to drain blood from their carcasses. With one flex of his arm, he lifted the man off the dirt, hooking him between the cords on his hands to leave his toes dangling uselessly just above the ground. The man looked around wildly, panicking and struggling against his binds briefly as he came fully into the conscious world once more. His eyes settled on the cooking spit nearby, then the various skewers and other sharp implements. His lips tightened nervously. Probably wondering if orcs really did enjoy munching on human flesh.

“Have a good night then, Bhalt? Did sleeping in the mug jog your memory?” Asked Bar’tok cheerily, coming over to lean on the old wooden post next to him. When the man turned his head to look at him, he grinned at him around his broken tusk. “Think you might have something to share now?”

The man rolled his bruised jaw, then spat at the ground in front of him. “Fuck off.”

Hanste’kosh’s fist cracked like stone against his cheek, and the man stifled his pained cry as he slowly pivoted in a circle. The orcs waited patiently for his momentum to slowly spin him back around, his feet still dangling. The human glared at each of them, but there was something different in his face than the night before. Hanste’kosh’s brow twitched. He recognized defeat when he saw it.

Bar’tok did as well, and grabbed the man’s shoulder, giving him a none-too-gentle shake. “Where is she?”

“... I don’t know.” The man mumbled. He visibly shook at Hanste’kosh answering growl, flinching deeper into his shoulders. “B-but I know where she’s going! I know where she’ll be!”

The younger orc grinned, smacking the man’s wounded shoulder with the back of his hand. Bhalt winced in pain, but it just made the orc’s grin wider.

“There now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Placing his hands on his knees, the orc leveled himself with the human. “You’re also going to tell us what she looks like, right? After all, we haven’t had the pleasure.” He winked. “Yet.”

The man snorted, but his gaze flicked fearfully to the larger of the two orcs. For his part, Hanste’kosh only had to scowl deeper to have the man rushing to spill his guts.

“She’s a half-elf!” He gasped, scrambling and struggling against his binds as if he could possibly maneuver himself further away. “Bright red hair. Scar over the left side of her nose. Can’t miss her.”

Hanste’kosh grunted, and the human winced. Uncertain if the behemoth of an orc was pleased, angry, or just some senseless beast making a random noise. The uncertainty left him quivering in his boots. But Bar’tok smacked him on the back, painfully spurning his injuries.

“Excellent!” He turned to his larger companion. “Whatcha think, Boss? I’ll get the boys ready. Should we take the lout with us?”

“N-no! No no no…I’m done, I’m out!” Stammered the human, his voice growing louder. “You said you’d let me go!” Bar’tok raised a hand as if to calm him, but the man’s voice only grew in volume. “If I told you what you wanted to know, you said-”

This time, Hanste’kosh’s fist connected squarely with the man’s temple. He spun like a top by his wrists and his head lolled back as he went limp again. Bar’tok sighed, considering the unconscious human, rubbing at his jaw with one large hand.

“Really Boss?” He grumbled softly, “Now we gotta wait for him to wake up again-”

The larger orc’s deep growl signaled him to silence as the soft creak of the front door filtered across the yard to them.

....

Having found myself alone when I woke, I followed the sound of the muffled voices toward the yard. A frown settled on my lips as I slowly pushed open the front door, nervously pulling my shawl tighter around my shoulders.

“Hans?” I called softly as I moved.

I saw Hans moving quickly, turning to face me directly and tucking one hand behind his back. There was another orc with him, and after a moment I recognized him from the previous evening. At the sound of my voice, they slammed their shoulders together. Effectively creating a strange wall of orc at the side of my yard. A huge barrier of green flesh and toned muscle, though I couldn’t imagine why.

The smaller orc grinned sheepishly at me as Hans gave a deep, rumbling grunt in his traditional reply. I felt my face flush slightly at the sight of the other orc, but brushed my hair back out of my face and tried to look as if he hadn’t just caught me rolling out of bed. Which of course, he had.

“Good morning, ma’am!” He called with an almost false cheeriness.

I gave him a shy smile, fiddling with the handle of the door. “Um,... Good morning,” I glanced over at Hans, “...Are you here for Hans?”

I hesitated when I looked at him, and my frown returned. He seemed… different. He shuffled his feet under my gaze, and his brow seemed more scrunched than usual. My head cocked to the side as I considered this.

“H-Hans?” Echoed the other orc, looking over at his companion in surprise at the name. Hans shot him a warning look that could have seared skin, and he quickly cleared his throat. “Oh. OH! You mean the Boss? Ah… No, I was.. .we were just…”

My mind raced at his response. If he wasn’t here for him, perhaps we could have more time then. A little hope tickled at my chest at the thought, and I stepped further out into the yard. Suddenly eager to extend the interaction, for any excuse to spend longer with Hans. Even with additional company.

“I’m sorry, I’m being rude. I’m Madara; I never caught your name.”

His sheepish grin returned, and he started to move forward with his hand extended. “The name’s Bar’tok-”

His introduction ended in a grunt as Hans elbowed him sharply in the ribs. Quickly, he straightened, flattening his shoulder back against his larger companion’s. As if he had stupidly forgotten something important. I raised an eyebrow at this, even more curious. I wondered if it was perhaps some sort of orc custom, or sign of respect. Though I had never seen such a thing before. Not that I was any kind of expert on orcs. It briefly occurred to me that it might have something to do with my new budding relationship with the larger orc, and swallowed nervously at the thought.

“You work for Hans?” I gave him a polite smile, my gaze flickering over to Hans, who gave a deep grunt at my scrutiny.

Bar’tok reached up with his free hand, rubbing the back of his neck. “I.. yeah.. I do.”

“Seems like he keeps you busy.” I offered conversationally in the face of the awkwardness that seemed to be stretching.

A soft laugh escaped the smaller orc’s mouth, but a look from Hans quickly had him clearing his throat again and shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“You could say that.”

Before I could press more questions to the talkative orc, I caught sight of the rusty chain of my butcher’s hook behind them, swaying slightly. As if it was currently burdened by a load. I frowned again, and I thought I saw them stiffen as my eyes moved to it. Though it could have been my imagination. They seemed to be making a point not to check where I was looking.

“Are you using my equipment?” I asked, my voice peppered with surprise. I hadn’t left a carcass there overnight, that much I knew.

Both orcs exchanged a look. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have said they looked panicked. Though I couldn’t place why. Suspicion began to creep into me at that point, and I placed my hands on my hips.

“What? Ah, no-”

“I can see it swinging. What’s going on?”

Bar’tok did glance over his shoulder then, and I saw Hans shoot him a dark, warning look. My frown deepened a little more. The larger orc rubbed at his beard with one big hand, grunting a deflection.

“It’s… We were just… ah, We just put...um..” Bar’tok looked desperately at his boss, wringing his big hands before him.

“Meat.” Growled Hans, speaking up for the first time, his deep voice heavy and booming in the quiet morning air.

I considered him again, my eyebrows raising slightly. He held my gaze, but I thought I saw his flat expression falter briefly.

“Meat?”

Bar’tok quickly latched on. “Yes! Yes, we, well, we had a good... hunt, and thought you wouldn’t mind us using your equipment to clean the kill-”

“Oh, well,... I would have preferred you ask first. But no harm done I guess,” I started to move across the yard to them, “Would you like some help?” I chuckled lightly. “I do have some skill-”

“NO!” Bar’tok practically shouted.

I jerked to a halt at that. The pair had pressed even tighter together, almost staggering from the pressure passed between their shoulders. My eyes widened slightly, and my mouth must have dropped open in surprise. Hans’ scowl deepened, and he shoved Bar’tok so forcefully the orc struggled to keep his feet. There was obvious discomfort between them. It almost looked like Hans was displeased to have to share shoulder space with the smaller orc. But then, why touch him at all if that was the case?

“That is, I mean… We’ve... finished.” The younger orc explained. One of my eyebrows raised again. “But my apologies!” He added quickly as I opened my mouth to inquire into exactly what he meant, “I am keeping the Boss from you too long and I am certain he’d much prefer your company to mine!”

The larger orc jerked as if he had been slapped. I felt my face flush bright red at the implication, sending all other thoughts flying from my head instantly. Hans shot the orc a look that had him shrinking back a step and holding up his hands as if ready to block any blows that might be thrown his way. With his thick lip twitching, Hans looked like he was considering doing just that.

I gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of my neck. “So I suppose that means he can stay for breakfast?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light. Hoping that Hans’ reaction was more out of embarrassment than distaste for the idea of spending more time with me.

His slate blue eyes flashed over to me, and I thought I saw his face darken a few shades. His lip seemed to quiver, and the huge orc seemed more at a loss for words than normal. I smiled shyly, dropping my eyes and wrapping my arms about myself. I saw them glancing at each other out of the corner of my eye. His affirmative grunt a few moments later had my little smile growing.

I glanced over at Bar’tok. “Would you like some breakfast as well?” I offered sincerely.

Part of me hoped he would agree. I certainly had a fair number of questions, and the smaller orc seemed to have a hard time keeping secrets. Or at least was more talkative than Hans. A big grin split his face, and he opened his mouth. But then he caught sight of the dark look settling on the thunderstruck brow of his boss. Instead, he cleared his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Ah, no, thank you for the offer ma’am,” He replied sheepishly, “But I’m afraid I have… prior engagements.”

I nodded forgivingly. “Of course. Next time, then.”

I waited, but neither moved an inch. I blinked a few times, surprised. The pair exchanged a look, shoulders still locked together. Bar’tok shuffled his feet awkwardly and Hans glanced down at the ground.

“I’ll… I’ll go get it started then?” I posed the statement as a question, and left it hanging in the air between us.

A slightly relieved look seemed to settle over Hans’ large features. He nodded, giving one his deep, affirmative growls. I hesitated, but turned back to return to my kitchen. I paused with one hand on the doorframe, glancing over my shoulder at them. Still joined together, bodies tense.

“... It was nice to formally meet you, Bar’tok.” I told him, giving him a smile.

He grinned back, dipping his head politely. “Absolute pleasure, ma’am. Until next time.”

I nodded back, then turned, dipping into the house. I grabbed a log and went over to the stove, stoking up the fire and grabbing my little tin pot. At the larder I found plenty of eggs, strips of raw bacon, and some butter, which I quickly put into the pan. A few moments later, the butter was sizzling and I laid the strips of bacon across the metal.

In the yard, I could almost make out the soft murmurs of conversation through the opened doorway behind me. I thought about moving closer to try to better hear what the two were saying (or more, what Bar’tok was saying, as I couldn’t imagine Hans was much of a talker in any sense). But I decided after a moment I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. A rock of unease settled in the pit of my stomach, and my frown creased at the corners of my eyes. Shortly after, I heard the chain distinctly rattling, and it sent a chill down my spine.

I started at the soft sound of boots approaching, but let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding at the familiar scrape of Hans’ broad shoulders against the doorframe. I forced myself to relax, and took a deep, steadying breath.

When I glanced over my shoulder, the big orc seemed to be watching me. I felt my cheeks flush again, and turned back to what I was doing. Honestly, I was beginning to think my face would become permanently stained red if I kept blushing so much. I swallowed nervously, using a long two pronged fork to poke at the bacon.

I heard his boots moving across the dirt floor again, and the hairs at the back of my neck rose as his heat filled the air behind me. The bacon spat grease about, and I carefully flipped the pieces over. I could almost taste his own hesitation, and my tongue felt dry in my mouth as I tried to sort through my racing thoughts.

“... You slept well?” Came his deep, booming voice by my ear.

I jumped a little, then smiled at my own foolishness. I turned, looking at him over my shoulder again. His brow was a little furrowed, and his thick lower lip seemed a bit more turned out than normal. When I turned, his slate blue eyes anxiously studied my face. They lit on my lips, taking in my small smile, and his whole face softened again.

I gave him a shy nod, dropping my eyes but looking up at him through my lashes. “Yeah.. I did actually.”

His rumbling approval vibrated in the air between us. Bashful, I turned back to the bacon, pulling it off the heat and adding a few more strips to the hot grease in the pan. He was so close, I could hear his lips move as he opened, then closed his mouth. The orc softly cleared his throat, and I heard the scratch of his hand through his beard as he rubbed at his face.

I noticed his movement out of the corner of my eye, and so didn’t jump as he brushed his fingertips over my hip. My blood rushed in my ears, and I suddenly found myself unable to think straight. I snuck a peek down at his hand, saw it hesitantly line up with my hip. Slowly, haltingly, he rested his big palm on top.

I let out a fluttering breath, feeling his other hand slowly snake onto my opposite side. My hand shook as I flipped the new strips of bacon, but as he eased himself a little closer, I couldn’t help leaning back against his firm chest. His next rumbling chuff felt nice against my shoulders, and I felt him slowly bend closer, curling his frame around me.

The heat of his body against mine had my legs weak, and I completely lost all semblance of coherent thought. Especially as I felt his breath next to my ear, and the soft huff as he drew in air through his nose. I could almost picture his nostrils flaring, and it brought to mind the image of him laying across from me in the bed. Breathing in my scent. Chest bare, lips close enough to kiss…

“... It’s burning.” He muttered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

I blinked stupidly. “Wh-what?” A bit of grease splattered out of the pan, hissing loudly, and I jumped. “Oh, crap!”

I quickly fished the last of the bacon strips out of the pan, setting them on a waiting plate. I thought I heard something like a soft, rolling chuckle from behind me. My face burned hotter than the grease, and I fumbled a bit of butter into the pan trying to distract myself. I put it to the side of the heat, reaching for the eggs. I had to bend to scoop up a few from where I had left them, and felt my bottom press into his hips as I did. His hands tightened on my hips, and I nearly dropped the eggs as I heard him growl softly.

As I straightened, he slid his huge arm around my waist. Pulling me a little tighter against his body. It took all my willpower not to become distracted as I moved to crack the eggs against the pot and whisk them together. Especially as he shifted, burning his big face into the side of my neck. My pulse ricocheted, and I felt a bit dizzy. I had to lean heavily against him to keep my balance, and my breath came in shallow little spells as he ran his lips along my skin. I felt his tusks at my throat, and nearly dropped the fork. My eyes fluttered as I felt his hot tongue roll out, tasting the flesh of my neck, tracing down to my collarbone.

I placed my free hand on top of his huge arm about my waist, trying to ground myself. The smell of the eggs filled my nose, bringing me back to the present. I stirred them into fluffy chunks slowly as I enjoyed the feeling of his lips running over my skin.

“Well, breakfast is ready,” I told him distractedly, my voice breathy, “...But it seems you’ve found a taste for something else.”

My words made him jerk in surprise, straightening quite suddenly. I heard a loud THUD and spun, eyes wide. I found Hans rubbing his head, face a few shades darker once more, and a small scowl forming on his lips. He shot an accusatory look at the low beam over the stove top.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, moving the pot off the flame and turning back to him. “I.. I keep doing that, I’m sorry,” I reached up, cupping my palms against his bearded jaw, “I-I didn’t mean to… ah,” I laughed haltingly, blushing fiercely, “Next time I’ll.. I’ll just let you… you know, do whatever you want to me... Oh-” His eyes widened slightly and his complexion seemed to be darkening by the minute “-Oh that’s not… Um…”

I groaned, dropping my face into my hands in embarrassment. I had ruined it. Again. He had been so bold, so forward. Had taken such initiative and I was enjoying it and then I had to open my big mouth. Just when he had started to get comfortable with touching me. How could I be so-

I jumped a little as his fingers slid over my shoulder, his big palm completely engulfing it. I spread my own fingers, sneaking a peek at him between them. His face was still flushed, but his features were soft. His other hand came up, tucking beneath my chin. Thumb resting on my lip. Tilting my head up to face him. I let my hands drop, wrapping them hesitantly around his wrist at my chin. I thought I saw the corners of his mouth twitch upward, and my attention darted down to his thick lips quickly before returning to meet his dark, slate blue eyes.

“...Whatever I want?” He echoed in a murmur, and my knees quivered at the husky baritone of his voice.

I smiled, blushing again, starting to look away shyly. I saw his tongue trace over his lip, and he cleared his throat lightly, stepping back in. Closing the gap between us once more. He kept me from turning away completely, steering me by my chin, maneuvering me back into place.

I closed my eyes as he bent down to kiss me. As our lips folded together, I felt the tension in my muscles ease, and I melted into him. Tender, delicate, careful. All words I would use to describe the way he moved his mouth against mine. How could I ever believe this man was capable of anything but the abject gentleness with how he treated me? I felt my worries slip away, knowing that whatever I didn’t know about him… it couldn’t be that bad. Not with the way he kissed me.

He didn’t rush the kiss, nor seem to have any other thoughts on his mind. I lingered in the moment, letting myself float away, lost in his scent and taste. The sensation of his warm lips running against mine. The feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath my hand. The way his tusks scraped ever so slightly against my cheekbones.

Eventually, I pulled back, sighing against his mouth as I did. He ran his big thumb along the edge of my jaw, looking down at me through hooded eyes.

“Good?” He asked softly, and I was still too far gone to have the ability to form words. So I just smiled.

“Are you still hungry?” I murmured back finally, smoothing my palm over his neck muscles, running my hand up the back. His eyes grey hot, and I bit my cheek to hide my smile. “... I meant for breakfast.”

He responded with a low growl, curling down as if to kiss me again. He stopped short, letting the tip of his nose brush mine instead. My smile grew, and I drew a circle with my fingertips on the back of his neck. He nodded slowly, then straightened, dropping his hands from my body with a reluctant huff.

I brought the plates and food over to the table, supplementing the eggs and bacon with some bread as well as cheese from the larder. As I set the last of it at the table, I rested my hands on my hips, considering the big orc sitting at the bench opposite.

“Gods, I never noticed how small this place was before,” I told him apologetically when he looked up at me with a quizzical look, “I suppose it was always big enough for just me, but now, it seems tiny.”

Hans gave a grunt that sounded almost amused, and I smiled as he picked up some bacon. Sitting on the opposite bench, I plucked the piece of bacon from his fingers and took a bite of it myself. He raised one brow, and his lips twitched as I smirked at him. But otherwise he did nothing at my teasing, picking up another as well as a piece of cheese.

I scraped some eggs onto a piece of bread, thinking quietly to myself as I chewed. “You know, I heard from the villagers the day before yesterday that old man Hinson is thinking about selling the tavern.” I jerked my head at the back wall, indicating the adjoining building.

The big orc’s chewing slowed, and he seemed to be considering me carefully with his slate blue eyes. Swallowing, he reached for another piece of bacon.

“You want it?”

I shrugged, turning the idea over in my head. “It might be nice to have a bigger place… especially if… you know… you wanted to come around more often…” I dropped off, quickly stuffing some egg into my mouth to avoid having to say anymore words.

I felt his rumble of approval, and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He watched me, his eyes warm, and I almost shook beneath his gaze.

I waved my hand in the air, swallowing the mouthful I had been chewing. “But it hardly matters. Hinson would never sell to me. Some old family grudge, I guess.” I picked up a piece of cheese, popping it into my mouth. “And if he found out I was interested, he’d be sure to make it cost more than I could ever hope to afford.”

Hans’ growl shook the table, and when I looked back over at him, he was scowling. His brow dark, his lips pursed. I smiled, picking up a strip of bacon and holding it out to him. His big eyes glanced at it, then back at me. His lips twitched into that softer shape I liked, and he leaned forward, taking the offered piece with his teeth. It made me laugh, and my smile nearly split my face as he worked the piece of bacon to the inside of his cheek, chewing slowly. He caught my hand in his as I started to retract. His lips found my fingertips, and he licked the bacon grease of the ends. My breath hitched in my throat.

“... I don’t suppose you can stay?” I asked softly, running my thumb over his lips.

He gave a great, heavy sigh, pulling my hand closer to his face across the table. Rubbing my knuckles against his cheek, then along his tusk. I could see the regretfulness in his face, and didn’t need an answer further than that. I felt disappointment curl in my gut, but swallowed it with another bite of egg and bread. Letting him play with my hand in his. If this was the time I had with him, then I would enjoy it. Rather than waste it wishing I had more.

We finished the food hand in hand, and he brushed his booted foot against my ankle under the table as well. I made some light conversation, but mostly we just relished the companionable silence. Weighted by the fact that we both knew it would end sooner than either of us wanted.

As the plates emptied, I glanced over to the heap of furs and straw in the corner that had once been a bed.

“So, should I be hiring a carpenter today?” I teased, nodding to the pile.

He didn’t look over, grunting. I thought I saw a flush wash across his face, but it was quickly dispelled. Thumbing my wrist, he smacked his lips in pleasure as he swallowed his last bite.

“I’ll build you a new one.” He assured me.

“If you’re busy, I don’t mind-” He growled deeply, and my lips twitched in my effort to keep from smiling. When he glanced over at me through his dark lashes, my control slipped. “Save me from the stubbornness of orcs.” I breathed, grinning. Without any real weight behind the words, it sounded more tender than scolding.

His responding rumble vibrated against his lips as he skimmed them over my wrist. I felt like I was floating, sitting on a cloud and looking at the world far below. But the lingering look of remorse at the corners of his eyes reminded me that he would be leaving soon. I tried to remind myself of all the things I had to do that day. I would be too busy myself to spend all day in bed with a big, gentle orc. Even if that’s all I really wanted to do.

Finally, the plates were empty, and there wasn’t much else to keep us lingering at the table as we were. But neither of us quite wanted to admit it. As it would mean parting ways for the day. He rubbed his big thumb back and forth over my knuckles, his brow scrunched. The sun had fully risen by now, and neither of us could completely deny its existence anymore.

He rose, slowly, reluctantly letting my hand slip from his. I followed after him, out the door into the yard. I leaned against the house with my arms crossed as he slowly began to strap on his armor.

“... Will I see you again later?” I asked quietly, glancing down at my bare feet in the dirt.

He gave a deep grunt, but I wasn’t sure if it sounded affirmative or negative. Perhaps because he wasn’t sure. I lifted my gaze as he came over, armor buckled up. My breath caught in my throat as he leaned one arm against the side of the house, bending closer to me. Surrounding me with his bulk. His eyes ran over my face, as if committing it to memory. I did the same, studying the way the morning light shone off his dark green skin, the way his tusks moved as he shifted his jaw, the shape of his hair as it fell in thick locks around his square face.

He moved in for a kiss, and I stretched up on my tiptoes to meet him. It was slow; lingering and tender. I missed it the instant it ended, and he hesitated with his mouth just a hair’s width away from mine. Then he kissed me again, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his thick neck. He gave a rolling sigh, feeding it between our mouths, lamenting the need to part once more and putting it off as long as he could.

Finally, he did lean back. As he straightened to his full height, my hands naturally slid down, unable to reach around him anymore. I let my palms linger on his armored chest, looking up at him forlornly.

“...Sunset.” He promised me, his rich voice soft as a whisper but no less powerful.

I nodded my understanding, and he cupped my cheek in his huge palm. I pressed into it, closing my eyes. I heard him sigh again, then give a determined grunt. Pulling his hand back slowly, he reluctantly turned and headed out the gate. I watched until he closed it behind him, leaning back against the wall with a heavy sigh of my own.

...

Bar’tok was around the outside wall, and straightened up as his boss approached. His greeting shrank quickly at the dark, angry look shot his way. He knew better than to try and skirt the pending conversation, but still winced visibly. He could only hope the little butcher girl had left him in a good mood. That way his retribution for Bar’tok’s earlier disrespect might not be quite so hefty.

Hanste’kosh considered his second, scowl deepening. Then turned, leading the way around to the other side of the building. The smaller orc started in surprise, then raced to follow after.

“Everything alright, Boss?” He dared ask.

He was answered by a deep, rumbling growl that rippled through the early morning air like thunder.

“We’ve got a quick stop to make.” He snarled, stopping briefly outside the tavern door before shoving it open.

...

UPDATE : Part seven HERE

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angrylizardjacket · 4 years

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the band with no name {Douglas Booth} 2

A/N: 1654 words. A bit shorter, but we’re getting into things now. idk how i feel about it, please give me feedback.

[PART 1]

Flop of The Month, your band, has an instagram account with exactly two posts on it, and Douglas feels like both and idiot, and a creepy stalker, for the amount of time he spends flicking through the two photos without actually liking them, for fear of you realising who he was.

Colson, however, seemed to have no such reservations.

“Look, I’m on their story,” Colson’s grinning from ear to ear as the cast and crew break for lunch the Monday after they’d seen your band play, showing Douglas his phone, and your band’s instagram story. It showed their notifications, highlighting how Colson had liked both photos and followed them, and had the caption ‘how’d the rap devil find us?’ and ‘not complaining tho’.

“Bloody hell,” is all Douglas can bring himself to say, wearing a half-smile as they made their way to the costume department to get changed before lunch. It had been a low effort day, just jeans and t-shirts, but it was always safer to not eat in costume. Hair and makeup could stay and be touched up however.

Your band’s page had begun the day with 217 followers, and ended it with over a thousand. There wasn’t a link to your personal page, and so all he can do is scroll through your Facebook while waiting for Colson to be ready to go.

Y/N: weird question Y/N: also, hi Y/N: but yeh, weird question Y/N: was your friend last night mgk?

Douglas takes a moment to compose his thoughts before typing out his response.

Douglas: hi back Douglas: and yes.

There’s a few minutes of silence, and Douglas can feel his scalp itching beneath his wig, just a little, but he tries to ignore it.

Y/N: cool. Y/N: well it was nice meeting you guys!! Y/N: looking forward to seeing if ur band is real btw Douglas: probably wont be for a while Y/N: im happy to wait Y/N: if u want me there that is Douglas: if we ever actually play a gig, you’ll be the first to know

You send a blushing smiling emoji back, and Douglas finds himself strangely pleased.

“Is that her?” Colson asks, eyes shining as he pulled on his leather jacket; with his wig and makeup, he still absolutely looked the part. Douglas quickly slipped his phone in his pocket, knowing that a faint blush dusted his cheeks despite his best efforts. As he waffled his way through an affirmation, Colson’s smile just grew wider.

“I still don’t understand why you were being so vague; she probably would have jumped you there and then if she knew you were part of the Motley Crue movie, man.”

“Yeah,” Douglas said, his discomfort mounting at the insinuation, “that’s the problem, dude; first of all, I don’t know if she like the band themselves, or just the music, and if she does like the band,” he paused, shrugging a little, quietly embarrassed, “what if she likes them better than me?”

“They’re all married,” Colson says, like it immediately solves everything.

“Man, you know that’s not the issue,” Douglas sighed, but it’s clear he wasn’t done, and Colson just waited, eyebrows raised, “you know, girls who are like... like... how did you say it the other week? When that girl from Instagram was in your DMs every other minute?”

“Clout chasing,” Colson nodded sagely, suddenly understanding all too clearly his co-star’s apparent fears, “well she doesn’t know who you are yet.”

“Exactly,” Douglas exclaimed, glad the craft services tent was finally in view, feeling himself grow hungrier by the moment, “and I think I wanna keep it that way, just for now.”

“Better pray she doesn’t watch Jupiter Ascending,” Colson snorts, just as Douglas punches him in the arm.

The next day, he messages you first, sends a photo of himself and the rest of the band out of costume, but holding their instruments, all wearing heels to help make it easier to wear them around set.

Douglas: the band says hi Y/N: shit, you guys have instruments and everything Y/N: getting less sketchy by the minute

You follow it up with a winking emoji, and a photo of yourself, out in the sunshine, dressed impeccably, makeup dark and sharp, holding a stack of posters beside your head, advertising your band’s next gig; this Saturday.

Douglas: are you inviting me? Y/N: only if you’re saying yes

Your confident coyness amuses him, despite the way the shoes are pinching his toes, and he tells you he’ll be there.

The next day, you send a link to a band name generator, but more interestingly, you send it right around the time he’s getting his makeup done, early in the morning.

Douglas: early start? Y/N: my shop won’t open itself Douglas: your shop? Y/N: mini mall tattoo parlor hahaha

“She owns a tattoo parlor?” Daniel asks, reading over Douglas’s shoulder between takes, “you’d better make your move or Colson’s gonna go for her.”

“Go for who?” Colson himself calls across set where his makeup’s being touched up.

“You weren’t meant to hear that!” Daniel shouts back, though he’s grinning, and adds, “Y/N. She owns a tattoo parlor.”

“Really, shit man, Doug she’s cool as hell,” Colson muses, before snorting, addressing Daniel, “gimme some credit, I’m letting the man shoot his shot; he’s my bro, not my competition.”

“Thanks man,” with the slightest smile, Douglas puts his phone away as the scene is reset around them, and Colson joins him in the middle of the living room set.

“I expect free tattoos, however,” he says with a faux seriousness, “because if you like her, like really like her, I’m gonna wingman the shit out of you.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely, man,” he claps Douglas on the shoulder with a surprisingly sincere expression.

It’s Colson who suggests, the following day, sending a video of Douglas playing the bass, asking if you had any pointers. They’re at band rehearsals again, blasting through their repertoire, when they get to Take Me To The Top, and as the song dies down, Colson makes the suggestion.

“Why are you filming it?” Iwan asks, and Colson’s smile is all teeth where he’s holding Douglas’s phone, answering before Douglas has the opportunity.

“Tryna help impress that punk chick from the band last weekend.”

“You’re actually talking to her?” Iwan asks with a bright, almost incredulous smile, “after everything that happened? She must really like you.” He muses, and Douglas feels his soul leaving this mortal plane.

“Smart move; asking for advice from her, lets her know you think she’s talented, and, well, you know,” Daniel shrugs, wiggling his fingers with a casual air. Douglas frowns, but Colson’s nodding.

“Exactly what I was thinking,” he agrees, and finally Douglas clues in. Dexterous fingers.

“Don’t be gross, guys,” he sighs, already regretting letting Colson help at all, “just take the damn video.”

It only takes thirty seconds for you to respond in All Caps.

Y/N: ARE YOU IN A MOTLEY CRUE COVER BAND

“I’m fucked,” Douglas mutters under his breath, staring wide-eyed at the message.

Y/N: you play so well dude just relax your stance and shoulders Y/N: fkn love take me to the top Y/N: seriously a motley cover band??? Y/N: you just instantly got 100x cooler

“Okay, maybe I’m not fucked,” he concedes after a moment, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.

Y/N: now i have to see u guys play!! Y/N: if that’s alright of course

“Nah, you’re definitely a little bit fucked,” Daniel offers over his shoulder, and Douglas pushes his face away.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Douglas grumbles, and Daniel shrugs bemusedly.

“At least she thinks you play well,” but Douglas isn’t listening to him, he’s frantically tapping away on his phones, scowling, “what ‘re you doing?”

“Trying to come up with a name for our band -”

“Our fake band?” Iwan asks, arms crossed over his chest wearing an amused little smile, “do we have to play along with this too?”

“Not if you don’t want, just don’t... don’t tell her it’s fake is all.” Douglas offers, and the rest of the band nods.

“So how long are you going to play along with this bit?” Daniel ask, and Douglas heaves a sigh.

“Not sure; until I can trust that she’s not just in it to meet the actual band -”

“Which she doesn’t know you know,” Iwan interjected again, and Douglas nodded a little. After a beat, the rest of the band looked to each other, and seemed to share some sort of silent communication, before turning back to him.

“Okay,” Colson agrees easily, “if you’re serious about this chick you’ve known for five days,” he emphasizes, though Douglas doesn’t seem phased, “if we ever run into her, we’ll pretend we’re in a Motley Crue cover band.” He agrees, while Iwan and Daniel silently agree, though they look rather amused at the whole situation.

“There’s just something about her,” Douglas muses quietly.

“It’s the fact that she’s the coolest chick you’ve ever met,” Colson tells him with far too much authority, “and your little posh, school-boy brain wants to try something new.”

“Hey -” Douglas scoffed, though he was quickly talked over.

“She looks like she’d punch me in the face but I’d be okay with it,” Iwan adds, which, strangely enough, the rest of them agree to with various mischievous smiles. Douglas doesn’t exactly deny that he feels the same way.

“What’s our band name gonna be?” Daniel asks finally.

“The Fourskins,” Colson answers back immediately, grinning wide and proud of himself.

“Absolutely no-”

“That’s kind of genius,” Daniel snorts over Douglas’ protest, and so, on a three-to-one vote, their fake Motley Crue cover band is named The Fourskins, and Douglas kind of thinks he’d rather come clean there and then to you, rather than suffer through ever typing or saying that name to you. But he doesn’t.

He really hopes you’re worth it.

#Douglas Booth #douglas booth x reader #douglas booth imagine #colson baker #mgk #machine gun kelly #daniel webber #iwan rheon #The Dirt #the dirt cast #the dirt cast imagine #the dirt imagine #the angry lizard writes

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prettyboybarzal · 4 years

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51 with Anthony Beauvillier! Please and thank. 💕

here you go, my friend 🥰 thanks for requesting

51: “Enjoying the view, beautiful?”

You didn’t want to be at this bar with these people, but you had to suck it up. That’s what you were supposed to do for the people you loved, right? And you loved your roommate, so you were glued to a stool at the bar while she danced with her friends from home and you stressed about your first day at work that following Monday.

She tried to keep you on the dance floor at first, and she’d succeeded, but it had been hours since you first arrived and your capacity for socialization was quickly dissipating.

You ordered another drink, hoping it would be your last of the night, and thanked the bartender as he slid it across the counter towards you. You turned your stool so you were mostly facing the dancefloor but could still lean an elbow against the bar. You caught Becca’s eyes and flashed a smile. She was the drunkest you’d ever seen her and grinding up on a good-looking guy who looked to be around her age. All her other friends were preoccupied as well. That was a good sign. Maybe you’d be able to sneak out without any of them convincing you to stay.

You leaned your chin in your palm as you surveyed the bar. It had filled up a lot since you arrived without you even noticing. At one end of the bar there was a bachelorette party and at the other a group of guys who were floating from their booth to the bar every so often. Your chin felt heavy in your palm as you zoned out in the direction of the men at the booth.

Your mind shifted to other things, most specifically work oriented and how you’d fit in in that new environment. You most certainly weren’t thinking about anyone in this bar, let alone checking anyone out.

“Enjoying the view, beautiful?”

The question ripped you from your thoughts and you found yourself face-to-face with one of the guys from that group. He had striking blue eyes and a cocky smirk to complement it. Two of his friends stood behind him, not looking your way but giggling about the encounter. Your face immediately settled into a scowl.

“Excuse me?”

“You were staring,” he stated. There was a quick shrug to his shoulders before he took a sip of his beer. “I don’t blame you, but you could at least come say hello.”

You stared at him a moment longer, hoping that maybe the scowl would scare him off. He kept his feet planted, unwavering beneath your glare.

“Listen, I wasn’t looking at you,” you finally muttered. “And I wasn’t planning on saying hello either. It’s the end of my night and I don’t feel like dealing with douchebags like you.”

You hopped off the stool and shoved his shoulder on the way past, muttering incoherent thoughts under your breath in frustration. When you found Becca to tell her that you were leaving, she pouted again. But, this time, you were so pissed off that you didn’t even care about her pleading you to stay.

The Uber back to your apartment was silent. You were thankful the man behind the wheel hadn’t tried to engage you in conversation because you didn’t think you could handle another ounce of human interaction.

The silence gave you a minute to gather your thoughts and feelings, and suddenly you felt kind of bad for how bitchy you were to the boy at the bar. And, then, you were over it because 1) you were never going to see him again and 2) he was only looking for a quick fuck and he’d find someone else, someone more willing than you.

On the morning of your first day, you woke up two hours in advance. It was a mix of the anxiety and need to prepare that had you shooting out of bed so early, but you were glad you could do it. After doing hair and makeup, you put on the outfit you’d had planned for two days and left the apartment in search of a bagel and some coffee.

After the bagel and coffee were secured, you headed over to Brooklyn for work. Buzzing into the employee entrance, you texted your supervisor for her whereabouts and soon found yourself walking down the Barclays Center stands to join her at ice level as the New York Islanders practiced.

“YN!” she called as soon as she saw you. “Come on over. I’ll introduce you to some of our staff.”

You smiled and stepped up to the home bench, shaking hands with a few men who were already busy at work with equipment and the practice going on. As they went back to work, your boss handed over a clipboard and started explaining what practice days meant for you. She ran through the little things, but assured you that she’d be with you for the first few weeks until you got your feet on the ground.

Feeling a little more confident in yourself, you leaned up against the boards to watch the men on the ice practice while she ran to the bathroom.

That’s when you saw him.

The blue-eyed boy from the bar the other night was across the ice staring right at you, eyes wide. One of his teammates slid up next to him, nudging his shoulder in a silent greeting. They exchanged a few words and the other boy looked up to meet your eyes before he started laughing.

And you thought everything was going well.

Your cheeks flushed as you pried your eyes off the boy you reprimanded at the bar, but they shifted back to him as he skated toward the net and poked a puck into the goal. He looked up at you again, seemingly having a silent conversation with himself. Finally, he changed course for the shooting line and slid up next to you.

“Hi,” he said. He was out of breath. “I think we met the other night.”

“Yeah, I think we did.”

There was a beat of silence as his eyes fell back to his teammates, and you stared at him. He was really cute from his big blue eyes to the little tufts of hair peaking out of his helmet. You were suddenly cursing yourself for the way you reacted to him the other night.

The boy turned back to you and ran his tongue over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. God, he had the nicest lips.

He sighed. And then you both spoke at once.

“I’m sorry about the other night,” he said. “I was being an asshole.”

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

You both stopped, and a small smile came to his lips. He leaned against his stick before speaking again, “I was drunk, and I’d been checking you out all night, so the boys made me go and talk to you. My approach was rough.”

“Yeah, it was kind of bad,” you teased lightly although you couldn’t forget about him saying he’d been checking you out the whole night. He grumbled something under his breath.

“Thanks, I know,” he murmured. His cheeks turned redder than they already were. “They were chirping me all night because I never go up to girls at bars. I’m more than Instagram DM type. But, since I’m stubborn, I needed to prove them wrong.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t reciprocate the flirting,” you stated with a laugh. He perked up at the lighter tone of voice you were using. “If I had known you were trying to prove your friends wrong I might have played a long.”

“Yeah, well, it’s over now,” he sighed. “I hope you’re happy to know that I was mercilessly chirped all night after.”

“It satisfies me a little bit,” you admitted. He shook his head before taking his hand out of one of his gloves and extending it for a handshake.

“Anthony Beauvillier,” he said. “You can call me Beau, or Tito, or Anthony.”

“I’m YN.”

“Great to meet you, and welcome to the team.”

You gave you one last bright smile and skated off to rejoin the team, glancing over his shoulder once more to catch you watching him.

That night, as you settled into bed, your phone pinged. You grabbed it from your nightstand and flipped it to see who could’ve been texting you at 11 p.m. What you found was a message request from none other than Anthony Beauvillier: I told you I was more of an Instagram DM guy

You responded with a grin plastered on your face: Is this your attempt at redeeming yourself for the other night?

It wasn’t long before he sent another message: That depends… Are you going to call me a douchebag this time?

You typed out: No, I won’t. You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood this time :)

It took him longer to respond this time, and you thought maybe he was done talking to you. So, you placed the phone back on your nightstand and turned out the light. Moments later, just as your eyes began to shut, you got another message.

I’m going to take advantage of your good mood and ask you what I was going to ask you the other night before you stormed out

You tried to stop yourself from smiling, but your mouth defied your logic and split across your face as you typed out: And what is that?

His next message read: Can I buy you a drink?

Are you planning to bring your chirpy teammates?

Absolutely not

You sighed happily before responding: I would love for you to buy me a drink… Although, I feel like I owe you one after calling you a douchebag

He answered: You can get me back on our second date.

Second date? you typed out. You haven’t even made it past the first.

Without missing a beat, he sent his response.

Call me confident

#anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier fic #hockey imagine #mk writes

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miracle-sham · 4 years

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Our Faces are Hidden Behind Masks of Glass.

| {Maribat 2k20 – Day 1: Late Night Discussions} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

| Sometimes, when secret identities are revealed, you just need a cuppa tea and some reaffirmation—and maybe some cuddles too. |

| Word count: 1534. |

==–==

| A/N: So I really thought SCAB would be my first piece of writing posted on here/for Maribat but then I got mugged in a dark dank alleyway by the Maribat2k20 MariTim prompt calendar and stabbed by the knife of inspiration. So uh yeah enjoy. |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then send me a DM or an ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

==–==

Heck-heck-heckity-heckles, Marinette chants in her head, desperately needing to find an empty alleyway that she can detransform in. She flicks her yo-yo towards a random skyscraper, and swings her way across the Gotham night skyline, scanning the streets below for somewhere that met her criteria.

Just as her earrings bleep thrice to signal that she was down to two dots, she spots it, an empty alleyway not in plain view of any roads, or windows. There! She cheers internally, dropping down into the alleyway and whispering a “Tikki, spots off!”

However, her relief at finding a place to detransform is short-lived, for as soon as the bright pink glow fades away, she's faced with the sight of Red Robin half changed into civvies, domino in one hand. Marinette stares at him in shock, and he stares back. Blinking blankly, she tries to wrap her mind around the fact that one of her "civilian" friends is actually a hero. A hero she's allies with, friends even.

The two stand there for a solid minute as their brains reboot. Tim cocks his head to one side, gaze flickering between looking her up and down, and staring at her earrings. Marinette also cocking her head to one side but her gaze switches between his bare face and the domino in his hand.

Once their brains finish rebooting, immediately the two blurt out the first thoughts to come to mind.

“Tim... You're Red Robin?”–

–“Wait, Marinette, you've been Ladybug this entire time?”

Marinette swallowed, blinking back tears, suddenly very aware of how vulnerable she was in the open with her secret exposed and—oh god, Tim's the first person to know my identity bar Master Fu… This is the first time I've ever had my identity revealed and I didn't even get a choice—She manages to choke down a sob before spitting out, “I think we should take this somewhere more private.” The words burning her tongue with the acrid taste of fear.

He nods sharply—almost more of a jerk than an actual nod. “I agree.”

Neither makes an attempt to move, both still staring.

“My place or yours?” She asks, hesitantly, half frowning.

He nods again, more softly this time, “Mine, but lemme just um…” Gesturing towards the amalgamation that was half his Red Robin suit and half civvies as he speaks.

Marinette's eyes widen in realisation, practically squeaking, she stutters. “Oh. Uh yeah, sorry!” She stiffly turns her back to him in an act of respect of privacy and cradles her face in her hands as her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment. God, I'm never going to live this down, am I?

After about a minute of stewing in her embarrassment, she hears Tim clears his throat from the other side of the Alleyway. “Okay, done.”

She turns around to face him again, the blush has faded somewhat in the time passed but it's still very clearly noticeable. She can't help but glance at his civilian outfit. “Oh, er, nice?”

He sort of just blinks at her, rather bemused. “Uh, thanks… I guess?”

An awkward silence hangs over them as they shuffle and dance around each other on their way out of the alleyway. The walk to his theatre house is just as silent and awkward despite the hundreds of questions on each of their lips. A good thing then—Marinette supposes—that we didn't go to my place, I'm not sure I'd be able to handle an even longer awkward silence.

==–==

They take the civilian route inside—also known as using the door like a sane person—because apparently, vigilantes will only use windows as entrances provided there are windows to enter and that the vigilantes in question are suited up. Tim spends a good thirty seconds opening his front door, deactivating a bunch of different security protocols most likely. The hallway and lounge lights were already on probably to try and deter potential robbers—the house is in Crime Alley after all—but once they enter said hallway, all the ceiling lights on the first floor switch on.

Tim guides her to the sofa, which she perches on the edge of, facing the massive fish tank before disappearing into the kitchen. The sound of shuffling feet, cupboards and drawers opening, and the click of a kettle—or perhaps a coffee machine? She can't quite tell from this distance—are the only things to give away what he's doing in there. Marinette has no doubts that he's making the noise on purpose, he's a bat. But she's not quite sure if the noise is because he's comfortable here, or if it's because he's trying to make her feel more welcome?

A minute later, Tim re-emerges with two teacups in hand. He gently lays both on a coffee table between the sofa and aquarium, one of the cups pushed towards her general direction. He plops himself down on the sofa as well, albeit leaving enough space between the two of them that a third person could sit there.

She picks up the drink and peers at it, perplexed, for a second, question falling from her mouth before she can stop herself, “Earl Grey? With lemon?” I thought he was a coffee person?

“Alfred.” Is his clipped response.

She nods and 'oh's under her breath. That explains it. Marinette takes a sip and her eyes light up. “Oh wow! This is delicious!”

Tim raises his eyebrows in amusement and snorts but doesn't comment. The conversation lulls again. They sip their tea in silence.

When Marinette finishes her tea, she carefully puts the mug back down, with an audible clink, on the coffee table. She hesitates and the words Kagami once told her come unbidden to her mind. She grimaces, glances to Tim.

He's watching her with that calculating gaze of his, however, it seems far more tumultuous in nature this evening. He's hiding his mouth behind his mug like another mask.

Marinette leans back against the sofa and stares at his ceiling before idiomatically biting the bullet and physical biting her lips. “How long are we going to do this?”

He freezes. “Do what?”

She gestures vaguely in the air between the two of them. “This, tiptoe around the elephant in the room or I suppose in our case, the vigilantes in the room.”

Her phrasing manages to bring a small smile to his face but not a second later it fades and he purses his lips.

Solemnly, he gives her a once over. “So you're Ladybug then?”

Marinette huffs. “And you're Red Robin.”

“Does anyone else know that you're her then?”

She turns her head away from him, “No, you're…” Her throat closes up and she's forced to blink back tears again. Barely holding back the sniffles, she chokes out the last few words. “You're the only other person to know.”—Not technically a lie, it's not like Master Fu remembers anything about the miraculous, let alone my identity.

Tim deflates slightly, curling his shoulders inwards. “I wish you had told us before, we could have supported you. You shouldn't have had to deal with all that without help”

“What? Like Batman didn't start off alone?” Marinette snaps back automatically, no real heat behind her words.

“Batman's not exactly a pillar of good life decisions or emotional stability.” He retorts with a raised eyebrow.

Sighing, she shakes her head and whines, “Tim…”

“Marinette.” His lips twitch upwards like he's in on some joke she doesn't get, “On the bright side, now we know each other's identities, we can help each other on cases and patrols, or cover for the other in or out the masks.” He offers, sounding so calm and nonchalant.

Marinette shuffles closer to him on the sofa. “That would be useful. I just. I.” She stutters, brain moving faster than her mouth.

Tim grins ruefully. “You're worried I'm gonna tell the rest of the bats who you are, right?”

She curls up instinctively. “Yeah…”

“Don't worry, they're also detectives. If they can't work out your identity then why should I give them the answer?” He tries to joke but it falls flat.

“The magic of the Miraculous stops people from making the connection between my two identities.” Marinette responds.

“Ok, but what I'm trying to say is that I'm not going to give you away even if they ask.” He also shuffles closer to her and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him.

“Thank you, Tim.”

“No problem, Mari.”

Marinette pauses. “So this won't affect our relationship in or out the mask, right? We're still friends?”

“Of course! This doesn't change a thing.” Tim, emulating Dick, pulls her in for a hug, and if Marinette melts into his arms—well he's not going to say no to that, not when he's so touch starved.

==–==

When Dick breaks into the house the next morning to check on Tim, seeing as he never checked out for the night nor did he return to the cave, he finds the two cuddled up together—fast asleep on the sofa. He nabs a spare blanket and pulls it over the two of them, snaps a pic to serve as evidence to Tim being okay, and then skedaddles before either can wake.

==–==

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being-demisexual · 4 years

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Hiii

I hope this is okay to ask as it isn't really about demi but about romantic attraction, please feel free to not answer if you feel that this ask doesn't fit with this blog.

For about a year/ a couple months now I was slowly starting to overthing if I'm aro and it has been giving me so much stress it's honestly ridiculous.

Short story of important things in my life: I never really felt aromantic. Since a small child I liked the stereotypical films about princesses and princes and all that stuff. I had crushes on boys, at least I think so... For me it was being interested in the idea of dating them, to be specific.

Ages 13-16, so middle school here, I was getting aware that I was asexual- though I found this term only at the end of middle school as being a then christian in a largely christian country I honestly was largely unaware that lgbt was even a thing. I still liked the idea of getting a boyfriend, though I was getting aware it will be harder for me to find someone since the whole dont-want-sex thing. I was also largely imagining that if I find a person it will probably be someone I'm already friends with at least to some extent.

Well skip to me now, single for a few months now, after a 2-year relationship with my ex girlfriend and ex best friend... Somehow having a mild existential crisis if I might have not noticed that I'm aromantic, feeling like an impostor. The thing it, my ex changed their identity to demisexual, previously identifying as asexual during our relationship- which is totally fine and I had no issues with that, to be clear. Before she told me though, unconsciously I've been noticing we're a bit different in how we experience attraction and Istarted to fear if I should feel more, if romantic attraction should be a physical feeling and not just "I want to spend my life with them, I like being close and hugging, cuddling, kissing even if for the most part I don't feel anything physical from it." That maybe I don't know myself and I've been accidentally "faking". There was a period of maybe half a year when I did feel a bit more, but it could have been some leftover crazy hormones, I have no idea. I can also be rather reserved in public and so I preferred to save more intimate gestures than hand holding/a hug/ a fast kiss for a private place. Being questioned if I'm aro in the falling out part of the relationship really stung me and clearly didn't help with this issue, even though after some time she apologized, it's still eating away at the back of my brain.

So I'm writing all this to ask you, can you try to describe what romantic attraction is like to you? Do you literally feel something physically or is it more desires to be close to someone and thoughts?

Now that I'm single I'm scared of both never finding anyone again and of finding someone but making them feel unloved with how I express my feelings and messing it up again.

I dug at AVEN for answers too and found people describe romantic attraction both ways and I'm still not at peace with myself somehow, but maybe one more description will at least help with it a bit. I just want some internal peace :,(. I might be a bit desperate to find it.

Thank you for reading all this, and sorry for the long text, I felt like it's necessary to my situation

Hi there! I’ll give answering this my best shot, but probably not in the way you exactly want. I don’t really know what romantic attraction is, but it seems highly variable from person to person. Some people like a lot of PDA, some don’t. Some people find cuddling important, others want to celebrate a lot of little anniversaries (first date, first kiss, etc). I think it really does differ from person to person. I’ve never even been on a single date, let alone developed a romantic attraction to a person.

That being said, I feel like I have the answer for you. Have you, in all your digging on AVEN, heard of the term QPR? It stands for queer platonic relationship. A lot of exclusionists like to paint this as just being friends, but its deeper than that.

See, a lot of aro people desire companionship and commitment but without the dating part. A lot of aro people want someone to give them hugs, hold their hands, or maybe even kiss, but without the expectation of romantic feelings or actions, like going on dates and such. This is where a QPR comes in, which is basically a very committed, platonic partnership. I love my best friend, but I wouldn’t move in with her, adopt a per with her, or put her on my life insurance plan as a beneficiary. Those are all things you do with a spouse or romantic partner, or a QPR. You wouldn’t need to counsel your best friend before taking a new job to see if it’s financially responsible to do so, you wouldn’t need to discuss moving across the country for different opportunities with them, you wouldn’t put them on your health insurance plan. You would with a QPR.

Most human living is designed to be done, at minimum, with two people. Most human living is better done in communities, but I digress. Almost everyone wants companionship and life partners, but they don’t have to be romantic or sexual in nature. It is probably worth seriously considering if a QPR style “relationship” is something you might want. If you don’t care about having sex and don’t have romantic feelings towards anyone, then you might be aromantic asexual - aroace. That absolutely DOES NOT mean that you are doomed to spend the rest of your life alone.

Also, if you don’t think a QPR sounds right for you, or you try it and it doesn’t work out, then you can go through life having friends and connecting with family and being a member of your community without having relationships necessarily. I don’t have any romantic interests right now, and I really don’t need them since I am getting plenty of human connection with friends (both IRL and online) and through family.

To sum up, I don’t know if there really is any consistent definition for how romantic attraction is expressed. Maybe it is physical, to some people it certainly is. Maybe you are aromantic and a QPR is what you need. Maybe you aren’t aro and are just a pretty reserved person who prefers to express romantic feelings outside of physical gestures - like making sure the house is always clean because that’s what your partner likes, and picking up the type of coffee they prefer when you know you’re out. Little things, that might not seem romantic but do convey a lot of love and appreciation and attention to your partner when they all stack up. I’m not sure, and it sounds like you aren’t totally sure either. But that isn’t an inherently bad thing. You can take the time to list out what you think romantic attraction is to you and how you express it. I did that with sexual attraction when I was exploring being demisexual. You don’t have to rush, and you certainly don’t have to panic. There is always time to figure it out, and there is not bad outcome here - just you, being more confident and settled in your identity.

Feel free to reach out (through a dm, if you want) if you want to talk more. I hope this helped!

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just-another-author-i-guess · 5 years

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The Unholy

Warnings: she/her pronounced reader, very detailed making out, hickeys, some dry humping, Tae and Hobi being horndogs, mentions of blood and biting, i was too lazy to edit it through so yeah

Pairing: bts ot7 x reader, nun! reader, princess! reader, vampire! Jin x reader, hybrid! Namjoon x reader, hybrid! Yoongi x reader, vampire! Hoseok x reader, vampire! Jimin x reader, hybrid! Taehyung x reader, hybrid! Jungkook x reader

Parts: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 -

Authors note: uuugh so part 2 is finally up! I’m sorry I’m so bad at getting things done, please don’t yell at me); anyways I’ve been really excited to make this! But tbh, I have no idea where this story is going, this is just kinda what pops into my head! But still, I hope you’ll enjoy the story nonetheless!

(Updates; every Sunday)

Summary:

The king and queen, your mother and father, rules the southern kingdom. The eastern and the western are ruled by kings and queens alike, but the northern are ruled by the most unholy of creatures. Or so you’ve been told.

Every citizen in the three kingdoms, have been warned about the creatures of the north, and it is with good reason they’re all terrified. All your life, your parents have tried to keep the knowledge of the northern creatures from you, but that just made you more curious.

Everyday, you would sneak down to the castle library, and read everything you could about the north, wanting to know the secret behind the unholy land. That of course didn’t go well with your parents, and when they found out they decided to send you to the most holy of places, to forget about everything you’ve read. One of the biggest church organizations in the south agreed to take you in, to rehabilitate you and learn you that you should never question such things as the northern creatures.

By day, you follow the strict prioress around as she lectures you about the holy and the unholy, and by night, you have to go on patrol alone through the church as a punishment for reading about the unholy.

But one night, everything changes, when you find the prioress dead, with bite marks all over her body. Of course, you have read about this, and you know exactly what killed her. But what happens when that exact creature you’ve read about, shows up right in front of you?

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The carriage bumped yet again, and you flew forward for the fifth time already. Quickly, steadying yourself with a string of embarrassed coughs.

Not a word had been spoken between you and Seokjin, since the arrival of the black carriage you now were sitting in. You weren’t quite sure were the carriage at come from, and how the driver knew that it was needed; you weren’t even sure it was actually Seokjin’s, but anyhow you ended up sitting stiffly inside it, trying not to stare too much at the vampire before you.

He hadn’t made a move the entire ride, not even a facemucsle did he move, the only thing showing that he was actually alive and not a statue, being his Adam’s apple that would bop almost violently every few minutes. You wondered what he was thinking about.

Your eyes followed the almost hypnotic motion of his Adam’s apple, focusing intently on the way it seemed to grow bigger in his throat before helplessly plopping down again in a swollowing motion.

Your mind instantly flashed to when he had taken your blood, just a couple hours earlier, how it must have bopped even more violently as he sank big mouthfuls of your precious red liquid down.

The thought made a strange sensation shoot through the two wounds on your neck, your hand absentmindedly coming up to delicately brush your fingertips against the slowly healing surface. The pain that once had almost numbed your entire body, was now a dull ache. It felt almost nice, the throbbing sensations in your wound running out to the rest of your body, feeling almost like a second heart.

You noticed how the two wounds seemed much warmer than the rest of your body, swallowing hard, as the tips of your fingers seemed to create a delicious friction against the itchy exterior of the wounds.

The nice feeling, making heatwaves rediate off the wounds, shooting directly down into your belly, creating even more warmth.

Slowly, you let your fingertips slip away from the wound, as your hand tiredly fell down into your lap, where the other one was already resting. Carefully, you tipped your head, leaning it against the cool window, trying to escape some of the heat that had now also travelled to your head.

You let your eyelids fall down and rob you off your vision, as the weight of the last few hours began to weigh you down. So much had happened, and so much was about to happen, but one thing was for sure; you could never return to your old life again.

You knew that if your parents, or anyone else found out you had willingly ventured into the north, and not even alone but accompanied by one of the creatures from said place, you would be executed the moment you sat foot in one of the other regions.

The princess who traveled to the land of her kingdoms most feared enemy.

The thought of worry were quickly being pushed aside, by the continuing thumps and throbs shooting through you like a clock. You didn’t get scared by how hard the throbs had gotten, quite on the contrary it calmed you and you let out a content sigh, focusing completely on the way your wound warmed you up.

Not long after, your eyes fluttered for the last time, and your breathing became heavier by the second, lulling you into a peaceful, heavy sleep, your mind going out like a light as drifted off to nothingness.

You awoke by the feeling of cold hands gripping you, and soft, smooth fabric against your hands, as you subconsciously gripped it harder, sliding your fingers over it.

Your mind was foggy, as you tried to open your eyes, feeling like you should be alarmed by your current situation, but your mind wouldn’t let any worrying feelings shine through, and the only feeling there was, were the warmth you had fallen asleep with, accompanied by the cold hands locked around you.

Slowly, tiredly, your eyes fluttered open, and you were met by the mop of Seokjin’s black hair, as he stood bend over you, trying to as carefully as possible, to tuck your body into the awaiting bed.

He felt so cold. Why was he cold?

Worryingly, you furrowed your eyebrows, mind still fuzzy as you tried to figure out how he was so incredibly cold, and why you were so amazingly warm.

“Lie down. Sleep. I’ll be back soon, don’t leave this room, understood?”

He asked, face expressionless, as he let you drop down into the soft pillows and blankets, merely nodding in response, as the bed consumed your body whole, making you even more tired and fuzzy, fog already clouding your eyes.

“Understood?”

He asked again, tone more commanding this time, and you wanted nothing more than to answer him, like you would of it weren’t for the fog completely numming your brain.

“..yes.”

With slurred words, you almost vomited the words out, and watched as he nodded once, before turning to leave. You felt like crying, as he slowly disappeared, trying to remember how to beg him to stay. You couldn’t remember the words, you couldn’t remember any words really, only pathetically lifting your hand from the pillows, making grabby motions towards his back.

The further he got from you, the clearer your mind got, until you could remember everything vividly, how he had sucked you almost dry, how he had killed all those men on the square and how he had forbid you to leave the room just a couple minutes ago.

You sat up in the bed, the tiredness disappearing along with the fuzzyness. You exhaled, a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding, as you carefully swung your legs over the side of the big, queen sized bed, freeing yourself of the almost suffocating, dark red covers.

What had just happened?

Did Seokjin do something to you? You were almost sure he did, but what exactly did he do?

You pressed your palm against your forehead, sticky from sweat, as a pounding began, feeling like your brain slammed against your skull with every thud of your heart.

You groaned, and stood up fully, to slowly walk yourself over to a full body mirror in the corner.

You gasped.

You looked like you had been dragged through a battlefield, tied to a wild horse. You black dress was ripped and dirty, blood splatters everywhere, especially visible on the white sleeves of the dress you wore under. Your hair that was once pinned back neatly, looking almost like a lions mane, all tangly and big. But worst of all your face, you were pale, white as a ghost, with multiple bruises covering you, trailing downwards to the bitemarks on your neck, two red dots almost glowing red, but not leaking blood anymore.

You sighed in annoyance, trying to comb your hands through your hair, fingers instantly getting stuck, ripping painfully at your roots.

You gave up, just as your stomach began to grumble impatintly. You began to contemplate, the last time you had gotten food was the morning before your night shift with the prioress, which was about two days ago.

Surely, Seokjin wouldn’t leave you here to starve?

Restlessly, you began scanning the area for something eatable, which you found none. It wasn’t that the room lacked anything, it had almost too much, but the only thing you could spot was something that looked suspiciously a lot like alcoholic drinks standing on a table in the corner.

He said he would be back soon, right?

You thought back, trying to remember his words, maybe he’ll bring food?

With an annoyed huff, you slumped down on the bed, your dress sprawling across the silk sheets, the most illogical solution would be to wait. And so you did.

But a few minutes soon turned into hours in your head, and your tummy continued to grumble unhappily.

And so at last, you decided it would be best to go look for food yourself, doing exactly the opposite of what Seokjin had ordered you to do.

Your fingers curled around the golden handle, and you hesitated a moment before slowly turning it, deciding if this was really worth it. But surely Seokjin wouldn’t have abandoned you, if there really was something dangerous outside. You shook the thought off you, before stepping out into a beautifully decorated hallway.

You looked down, where you could see another hallway and a staircase forming, a smile curling on your lips. The room you had been staying in, was located at the end of a fairly long hallway, littered with other rooms alike, but in your rush to fill your empty belly you didn’t have any time to explore further.

Lifting your dress up, you began carefully walking down the staircase, afraid you might trip in the long garment, alarming whoever else was in the house, which to you seemed like a very bad idea.

The big staircase, let down to what seemed to be the main entrance of the house, or should you say mansion, you were in. You stood there a little, unsure of where to go amongst the many doors, rooms and hallways, when your eyes landed upon another staircase, leading down to a room that you could only assumed was the kitchen, or at least some kind of food storage.

Your stomach grumbled in response, and you were quick to make your way down the stairs, cool air hitting your face the further you got down to the cellar.

The cellar were covered in all consuming darkness, expect for the candles hanging far apart on the stone wall, reminding you too much of the church where you had met Seokjin just a couple hours ago.

Grabbing your skirt once more, hoisting it up just above your ankles, you began to hastily walk further into the room. After just a few meters, your were met with a big door, slowly pushing it open, your eyes shined with delight, when you were met with a big kitchen before you.

Luckily, windows were installed into the walls, so natural daylight shined through, lighting up the big kitchen, which to your disappointment seemed to be almost emptied of all eatable things.

Your belly growled angrily, as you began to sulk, desperately going through empty cabinets and closets. Suddenly, a big barrel cut your eyes, and you internally prayed that just the smallest crumbs of something worth eating would be stored in there.

You quickly ripped the lid off, only to take a few steps back in horror. The barrel was filled to the brim, with something way worse than you could imagine, at was filled with red, metallic smelling blood. You dropped the lid, with a loud thud, echoing through the halls of the empty kitchen.

You suddenly felt sick, thinking about how much blood was in there, and how many people that must have died to fill it. You could have been one of those people. Suddenly, the idea of coming here didn’t seem so good, now that you knew you could be turned into a barrel filled with blood at any moment.

“Why can’t the brat get it himself?”

A deep, unfamiliar voice suddenly ripped through the silent, making you freeze in your spot and your heart race in your throat.

“He’s sick, you know that,”

A second voice responded, and you quickly began to look around for a hiding place, putting the lid back on the barrel, eyes frantically scanning the place as voices and footsteps approached you.

“I know, but-“

The voice stopped abruptly, as both males reached the door, already unlocked, and instantly spotted you, trying to hide yourself inside a cabinet.

With big eyes, you stared at them, like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, scared out of your mind, for what they would do. Maybe they were the reason you had to stay in the room, maybe they were dangerous? Your heart pumped in your chest, and you were sure that they both could here the blood splashing around inside your body.

One of them, the slightly taller one inhaled deeply, looking directly at you with a look that spiraled between intense hunger and confusion. You knew the game was over for you, and decided that if they were to kill you right here and now, you would at least crawl out from the cabin first.

“Taehyung, I know what you’re thinking, don’t,”

The other male, put his hand on Taehyung’s arm, sniffing around the room himself. You noticed how both of them got a strained look on their pale faces, looking like they were about to swallow everyone and everything whole.

They were wearing similar clothes, dark robes, also similar to what Seokjin had been wearing, both of them had jet black hair, the closer you got, the more you noticed the unmistakable beauty of both of them, skin just as white as Seokjin’s, your mouth suddenly went dry. They couldn’t be the other rulers Seokjin had told you about, could they? They sure did look like they both belonged on a throne, mighty and intimidating.

“She looks like a scared bunny,”

Taehyung mused, a dangerous grin stretching his plump looking lips, completely ignoring the other, taking a step forward, while you hesitantly took a step back.

“Who are you? And why are you here?”

The male you still didn’t know the name of, swallowed hard, taking a step towards you as well, before he spoke, eyes everting from you to glare at the barrel by your side instead.

“I-I’m (y/n), Seokjin brought me here,”

Your voice was just above a whisper, breath coming out short and laboured, as you felt the warmth from the one called Taehyung emit off of him and creep around you like a suffocating blanket, strangely he wasn’t cold as Seokjin but warm, even warmer than you.

Taehyung closed his eyes and let out a hum, gradually stepping closer to you, backing you up against to counter as the other male slowly followed.

“Shit, Taehyung we can’t- you can’t, she’s hyung’s,”

He swallowed harshly, making Taehyung groan, a sound that sent chills down your spine, as you felt his breath hit your face.

“Hyung can share, Hoseok. He shouldn’t be this selfish, locking her in a room, forgetting to pay proper attention to her,”

Taehyung snapped, fists curling around the counter on either side of you.

Hoseok, looked at you with hazy eyes, stepping up besides Taehyung and completely caging you against the counter.

“Poor little bunny, did Seokjin neglect you?”

Taehyung pouted af you, mockingly, a dangerous shine in his eyes, as he looked down at you, pupils blown wide.

You swallowed, looking away from Hoseok to stare up at Taehyung’s crimson orbs, and when he smiled again, you saw not only one, but two sets of fangs, he seemed a lot different from both Hoseok and Taehyung, but somehow still the same.

Suddenly, Taehyung leaned down, nosing viscously up and down the side of you neck where Seokjin at bit you, inhaling and exhaling deeply, pressing his body into yours.

He let out a loud groan into your neck, pressing a open mouthed kiss to your two wounds, making you slightly shudder, contemplating wether to push him away or pull him in.

“She smells so sweet, I bet she tastes even better,”

Taehyung drawled into your neck, as you shut your eyes tightly, and desperately tried not to enjoy the feeling of Taehyung’s lips on your neck, but holy hell, it was one of the best feeling you had ever expirenced.

Hoseok groaned loudly, somewhere behind you, sniffing the air close to you, licking his lips with a torn expression.

“T-Taehyung, we should stop, hyung’s going to kill us-“

Taehyung cut him off with a sharp growl into your neck, pressing kiss after kiss to your wound.

“I don’t care what hyung’s gonna do, just smell the air, she was made to be fed on by us,”

Taehyung whined, slowly straightening himself up, so he once again was on eyelevel with Hoseok. Silently, he took Hoseok’s hand and placed in over your two bite wounds, licking his lips viciously.

Hoseok groaned again, strained and torn, as he finally got a good glance at you. He felt bad for you, he really did, he wanted to help you out of here, or at least offer you some food, but the intense flames of lust swallowing him allowed him nothing, but to feed from you like he was meant to. He was meant to feed from you, and you were meant to be fed on.

“She smells too much like Seokjin,”

Hoseok finally complained, the torn expression long gone and replaced by the hunger of a beast.

“Let’s change that, yeah? She should smell like us, she were meant to be ours,”

Taehyung growled, and turned his lustful gaze towards you.

“Would you like that, bunny? Would you like to be properly fed on, and properly cared for? Would you like to smell like us, let everyone know who you belong to?”

Taehyung’s voice came out husky and even deeper and raspier than before, as his wide smile and intoxicating eyes filled your mind, and the only thing you could do was helplessly nod.

Seokjin wouldn’t mind, right? Like Taehyung said, he could share.

“I need you to say it bunny,”

Taehyung’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed as he desperately held himself back, and you swallowed again, hard, making eye contact with Hoseok and slowly nodding.

“Y-yes, I would like that,”

You breathed, and immediately, Taehyung grinned at you, lifting you up like you weighted nothing, and almost slamming you down on the counter, quickly stepping between your legs and grabbing your wrist.

Hoseok stepped closer from the other side, slowly sliding his long, cold fingers around your hips, gripping hard and kneading the flesh just above your bottom to hold you in place, as he began to kiss and suck on your neck like a man possessed, making a galaxy of purple and blue bruises appear.

You let out a little squeal, as Taehyung grabbed your wrist, and extended your arm, kissing all the way from the top to the bottom, leaving hot trails of salvia all the way down to your wrist.

Hoseok began to suckle particularly hard right where your neck meets your shoulder, and you had to fight the urge to moan at the sudden sensation, instead letting out a breathy whine, as he tilted your head a little to the side, sharp fangs poking your fragile skin.

Taehyung did the same with your wrist, tongue running all over before his two pairs of fangs sharpened, and he bit down, sinking his fangs into your wrist.

This time, the pain you were prepared for didn’t come, instead the sensation of blood flowing through you and into him filled you, making you let out a sudden moan at the surprising pleasureble sensation.

You felt Taehyung smirk as he sucked, groaning and panting like a animal, only spurring your quiet moaning on, as you lost yourself in the feeling of him.

That’s when Hoseok decided it was his turn, nosing up your neck, and planting hot, open mouthed kisses all the way down leaving a shiny path of salvia, and he finally bit down right at the base of your neck, making you cry out in pleasure, even surprising yourself by how loud you were.

His fangs sank in your neck smoothly, sinking as deep as they could, until his gums hit your neck, and you shuddered. You felt their salvia mix with your blood, as they lapped up everything they could, and you could almost feel how good you tasted on their tongue, how well they were being fed by you.

They continued to suck your life essence, only being spurred on by your small moans and whines, as you reached out to grab what you could; their hair, and slightly tucking, the pleasure almost overwhelming you.

They only stopped, when their cheeks were nice and round, and they both looked and felt well fed, more alive.

Hoseok was the first one to part from you, the feeling of his fangs sliding slowly out of the fresh made wound, making you cry out again, as he with half lidded eyelids and bloodstained lips, delicately curled his long fingers around your chin, turning your head to him and kissing you deeply.

The kiss took you by surprise, but not that you minded, instantly you let go of Taehyung’s hair to grip Hoseok’s hair tightly, and tugging him closer, closer, closer.

Hoseok’s soft tongue poked at your bottom lip, and you instantly opened up for him, tasting your own blood on his tongue, tasing how good you were for him, letting him feed on you. Unholy slurping noises escaped the both of you, and you moaned more and more into the kiss, forgetting that you were sitting with too vampires in a underground kitchen, in the middle of a land where humans like you would surely be eaten alive is anyone saw you.

“Hoseok,”

You whined, as he quickly parted from you, a string of salvia connecting the two of you, as he looked at you with a burning desire, igniting all sorts of flames in your lower belly, and you wanted more, more, more.

Taehyung, suddenly jealous with the attention you have Hoseok, parted from your wrist, as he began to abuse your neck with his rough kisses, biting, licking, sucking, making you moan out his name instead, as he reached down and wrapped your legs around his waist, hips pressing against yours.

Hoseok resumed kissing you, lips smoothly gliding over yours, swallowing every moan and noise you made, as Taehyung began to slowly, but harshly rut himself against your clothed heat.

First, you felt Taehyung’s hardness against your core, but then you began to feel Hoseok desperately rutting his own member against your other thigh, whines and groans leaving him.

You began to almost pant, thinking of how they might just take you right here, in the kitchen.

They seemed to both battle each other, who could get the loudest moans from you. When Hoseok had made you moan and whine, Taehyung went harder and faster with his hips making you cry out louder, and you were sure that by now, all residence of the house had heard you, but the three of you were too lost to really care at this point, only craving more, more, more.

Just as Taehyung began to lift up your many skirts, and feel up your legs, the door slammed against the wall, and both Hoseok and Taehyung hazely craned their necks back to see the interrupter, making you let out a whine of protest.

“Stop it, both of you,”

Seokjin’s sharp voice cut through the air, instantly making both boys straighten their posture, looking shamefully at the floor.

“I sent you to get blood for Jeongguk, and when you don’t return after almost thirty minutes I expect you to be hurt, or lost, but here you two idiots are, trying to shimmy your way into my bunny’s dress?”

He spat, full of venom, as he looked angrily at your almost fucked out expression, eyes glossy and hickeys littering your neck, and the little bit of exposed skin on your chest.

“Come on, Hyung! She smelled so good, we couldn’t resist, why can’t you just share?”

Taehyung whined, voice still thick with lust, as he now could smell both your blood and arousal, Seokjins nose flared.

“She’s my feeder, and you two dipshit’s nearly drained her, look at her,”

Seokjin gestured to you, even paler than before, due to the loss of blood.

“Not fair! You already drank from her yesterday, we’re hungry too hyung,”

Taehyung continued to whine, while Hoseok just stood there, already knowing from the start that he was gonna get in trouble.

“You know how it is, Taehyung, you’re better off with animal blood, she’s my only feeding source,”

Seokjin sounded more tired than angry now, bags under his eyes that definitely weren’t there yesterday.

“But hyung-“

Taehyung protested, but was quickly cut off by Seokjin.

“Enough. Go to your rooms, both of you. I’ll send Namjoon or Yoongi to get you later,”

Seokjin turned to you, both boys angrily stomping out the door, and you swallowed, prepared for what was about to come.

“And as for you, didn’t I tell you to stay in my room?”

He asked, voice cold and eyes hard as he looked at you, like you were a ruined toy, stepping closer, taking the spot between your legs were Taehyung once stood.

You nodded, slowly.

“Y-yes, sorry, I-“

“Spare me your apology, there’s a meal waiting for you back in my room, I’ll escort you this time, make sure you don’t run in to anyone else.”

He replied coolly, wrapping his arm tightly and forcefully around you waist, hoisting you down from the counter, and setting a quick pace, which you almost had to run to follow along with, his arm never leaving your waist as the two of you made your way upstairs to his room.

..to be continued

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A Christmas Invitation

Hey everyone, this is my very first writing on tumblr, I hope you like it. I tried to get all of my typos out of it so please DM if you see any.

Warning: Extra fluffy, 1500 words

Victor X Reader

It was the week before Christmas, the annual holiday party at LFG was in full effect. This years theme was the North Pole & everyone was so excited to be dressed up for the party.

“Boss OMG your costumes looks so hot, Victor is going to love it, you look like Santa’s sexy little helper” Kiki shouted over the music.

“Geez Kiki don’t say things like that so loud, also I am not dressed up for Victor why would you even say that.” you snapped as your face was searing with embarrassment.

You were festive from head to toe. Elf ears, rosy cheeks, a white low cut v-neck top with golden jingle bell buttons chimed as you moved about on the dance floor. The red velvet suspenders complemented your short green bubble skirt perfectly. The cherry on top were your red thigh high wedge boots.

“Sure you definitely did not go all out for the CEO” Anna chimed in sarcastically

You roll your eyes at Anna comment as you proceed to pull she and Kiki to the dance floor.

The party was in full effect as everyone was dancing, drinking, and generally having a great time. “Where is he?” You mumbled to your self. It had been 2 hours at the party and you still had not seen Victor yet. Not that you were looking for him, but he should be here it is his company after all.

Across the room unbeknownst to the girl Victor a man usually composed was feeling a bit anxious. While sitting watching her a question he wished to ask her was heavily weighting on his mind

As you walk up to the open bar for your third drink you sense a tall intimidating figure strolling up behind you. “Haven’t you had enough, that is your third one, are you trying to get drunk and embarrass yourself?” it was VICTOR he had been sitting across from the bar sipping a bourbon.

For some reason you felt guilty, as if being busted by the principle for skipping third period. They always say be careful what you wish for and after wondering where Victor had been all night he found you at the worst possible time. You turn around slowly with and awkward smile, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Victor, haha... fancy meeting you here”

“Dummy did you forget that this was my company, of course I am here” from the tone of his voice he seem to be in an unusually playful mood, although his razor tongue was as sharp as ever. “Don’t drink too much, you know you can’t handle your liquor”

“I can too handle my liquor” You pout. “Besides it’s just I hadn’t seen you all night so I thought maybe you skipped the party or something” Oh no why did I say that, now he is going to think I have been looking for him.

“So you were looking for me?”

“NO!” You look right up at him sticking your tongue out. He smirked It was apparent that the greatest Christmas present he could receive was to make you fidget. Once your eyes met you gave him a good look over, he was wearing a black suit, with a black shirt, with black shoes and a RED tie.

“What are you wearing, this is suppose to be a costume party why aren’t you festive?’

“Fool, do you need glasses or something? Can you not see the mistletoe on my tie? he says with straight face. Correction Victor was wearing a black suit, with a black shirt, with black shoes and a RED tie with mistletoe confettied across it As if that made him out to be more in costume. “You certainly look like you went all out, you are the most festive person at this party”

“Is that your way of saying I look good?” you tease.

Victor gives no answer yet, he does get a mischievous look on his face. You wonder what he could be thinking, then he leans in intimately. If not for the red makeup on your cheeks everyone would be able tell that you were flustered.

He whispers in your ear “It is pretty noisy in here let’s go somewhere more quiet, I want to ask you something.” He grabs your hand and lures you into the elevator. Your head is spinning, what could he have to ask you? What was that look? Why did he grab your hand that way? It was unlike him.

On the elevator ride up, the silence, was killing you. Victor said he wanted a quiet place to talk and this elevator was basically the city morgue so why wasn’t he saying anything. You rocked back in forth in anticipation.

“Don’t squirm, it will all be over soon” he taunted. That did not make me feel any better VICTOR!

We arrive on the main office floor. Once again Victor clutches my hand and pulls me into his office. He closes the door behind us, the room is dark, but instead of turning on the light he says “There is something you need to see, but first you need to cover your eyes” Not that it would matter cause it is pitch black in this room.I cup my hands over my eyes as Victor says. He slowly pulls me toward the back of his office, my feet slug forward reluctantly “Trust me” he whispers softly. I rarely heard Victors voice so tender. As he walked away from me I could hear him fondling around in his desk drawers for something.

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Patience ___”

*Click* With that sound the most beautiful bright lights appear behind my eye lids. Did he turn on the lights?

Victor slides up behind me as my heart begins to flutter. He wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls my hands away from my face “Open your eyes”

Your eye flutter open to the breathtaking view.Of Loveland city covered in a wintry paradise the city was ablaze with Christmas lights, the streets were overflowing with cars, and fleeting snow flurries were twinkling to the ground. I ran up to the window for a closer look, overjoyed with this view my eye welled up with emotion.

“This view is absolutely gorgeous” you gasp

Victor not taking his eyes off of the girl “Yes, yes you are.”

“What did you say?” You were stunned, was that an illusion, a fraudulent slip?

Victor walked up a gently grasp your arm pulled you tightly to his chest. You were engulfed in his scent and it was more intoxicating than the drinks that you had at the party earlier this evening. You could feel his warmth taking over your body like a furnace oh a chilly winters evening. Your heart begins to race the deeper you stare into Victors stormy grey eyes.

“I said, you are absolutely gorgeous.” he repeated

You were speechless for the first time in your life.

“It has been almost two years since we have known each other, I have hinted of my feelings toward you. I have decided that I can not let this year end without being completely honest with you.” Victor spoke with sincerity

Cheeks steaming, heart thumping, goose bumps all over your body “Victor I don’t understand what you are trying to say here.” you express with shear disbelief.

Victor pulls you in ever closer, ear to his chest you can hear his heart beat flutter as he searches for his next words.

“Let me be crystal clear” he coos into your ear, “ I don’t know why nor do I know how, but I have fallen completely in love with you. I will not allow another year to go by without asking you to be MINE”

Victor then gently lifted your chin, his eyes were shimmering from all of the dazzling light of the city behind you, he leaned forward and lightly kissed your lip lovingly.

Victor then pulled away waiting for your response to his sudden confession. Maybe it was the romance from the scene of the city behind you or maybe it was the alcohol, but you wrapped you arms around Victors neck and drew him in for a deep passionate kiss. With this something had awoken in Victor that you had never seen in him before. He held you tight, his fingers en-laced in the hair on the back of your head, his tongue dance around yours as if they were doing a wistful tango.

You felt faint as your knees became unstable and started to quiver. In tuned with your body emotions Victor lifted you up and propped you on his desk. Gazing into your eyes, his month covered in red shimmering lipstick he hums “I want too take you to my family home for Christmas, will you come home with me as my girlfriend?”

To Be Continued

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