#I been dodging around the question but it really just. idk. the weight of always hiding the most basic aspect of myself is so heavy

[kittlyns]

It's so hard having a genuinely abnormal family that makes most of your past and current experiences completely unrelatable to 98% of the general population

[wishmemel]

so high school, ft. fushiguro megumi

synopsis: you’ve known megumi, nobara, and yuuji since freshman year of high school, but it's only recently that you and megumi have started realizing that your feelings might run deeper than friendship (that is, if either of you have the courage to make the first move...) tags: megumi x f! reader, non-curse au, this might be from megumi's pov idk, friends to lovers, all fluff, all characters are about 17, reader is an older sibling, megumi being his usual reserved self, reader is more bubbly, definitely self-indulgent (reader is a sanrio lover), probably ooc but this is just for fun, no beta reader so let me know if there’s any errors cw: i don't think there are any? please let me know if you spot anything, i'll add it! wc. 5.9k posted: 22/10/23 a/n: i've been working on this fic forever and i didn't think i was going to post it at first tbh... most of my fics stay in the drafts but i spent a little more than 2 weeks on this so i thought why not. also, yes, i know you can't legally drive a car in japan at 17, but we will ignore that for the sake of the fic!

Megumi chewed his lower lip, feeling the weight of the necklace stored in the lower pocket of his black backpack.

He and Yuuji had stopped by a comic book store before school started at the latter’s insistence—Megumi had already stopped by yesterday and picked up the copy he’d wanted in secret, stashed underneath his pillow—so he’d split from Yuuji and made his way to the Hello Kitty Shibuya store a few feet down. He didn’t want his friend to see the romance mangas that he was interested in, and he’d already spent most of his allowance on the two copies he’d bought yesterday. He didn’t want to be tempted any more.

Stepping into the store, dressed in all black, heavy eye bags present, his hair unkempt and spiky, he must have frightened the employees, but they’d done their best to greet him with a cheery smile and welcomed him inside. Megumi had pulled down his snapback and wandered around, wondering what he was doing flipping through a rack of cinnamoroll earrings.

By the time he was at the front counter, ears red, using the last of his allowance to buy a pink heart-shaped necklace of My Melody, he was convinced that he was insane. It was the last one on the shelf and it was… expensive, to say the least. He almost put it back on the shelf after seeing the price, but he hesitated, your sweet smile flashing in his mind. To see you rave and gush about him buying this necklace for you, which was supposedly out of stock everywhere online… Well, he really wanted to see your smile.

The employees at the register giggled over his flushed expression and prodded him about who he was buying it for, when he would give it to you, if you were already his girlfriend or if you were just a friend. They wrapped it in a pink box with a white satin ribbon and he left the store with the tiny amount of dignity he had remaining, his ears brick red from dodging all their suggestive questions. 

He hardly remembers stuffing the box deep in his backpack, underneath a spare sweater he keeps in his bag, and rushing over to the manga store with his hands in his pockets, nonchalantly waiting for Yuuji outside as if he’d never left.

They’d walked to school together, chattering away: well, it was mostly just Yuuji talking. Megumi listened, but that was the way he preferred it. 

He couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been labelled talkative. Even as a child, Gojo, his guardian, had complained about Megumi’s blunt and silent nature. Yuuji didn’t mind the silence—it just meant that he had a chance to talk. Nobara despised it—she was always rolling her eyes or pressing him about one thing or the other. When it came to you, you liked the comfortable silence. You didn’t feel the need to fill it with conversation, and even when you did, it was because you wanted to, not because of some awkwardness that you felt between the two of you. 

The two boys met up with you and Nobara, both of you bleary-eyed and early at school for once. 

The two of you had this awful habit of staying up late and talking on the phone to get your homework done and then waking up hours after school had started, practically missing your first period classes. 

Megumi and Yuuji used to wait outside the gate for you two in the beginning, but now they knew you too well and usually headed inside, talking at Megumi’s locker. On the off chance that one of you arrived on time, you knew exactly where to find them. 

“Where were you two?” you asked, tilting your head to the side with a confused scrunch of your brows. “We looked for you at your locker, but you weren’t there. Nobara and I actually got to school on time! Aren’t you proud?”

Despite your weariness, your makeup was always done to perfection, uniform ironed and straightened, hair silky and shining underneath the scorching sun, so Megumi always thought you looked good.

It was just recently that you had started looking beautiful instead of nice and seemed more funny than even his best friend, Yuuji.

“Megumi and I ran to the comic book store,” Yuuji said, eyes lighting up with excitement. “I got the one-hundred-fifteenth edition of Human Earthworm. Basically, in this edition, Worm Man falls in love with this woman, but there’s a catch! She’s also half-worm, but she’s a worm from the top half of her body and the bottom half—“

“Itadori,” Nobara barks. “It’s too early in the morning for your SuperWorm stories.”

Nobara glares at him, looking like she hadn’t even had time to do her makeup.

Yuuji peers at her. “You look kind of… sick.”

Nobara’s eyes flare with uncontrolled rage and she leaps on Yuuji’s back, wrapping her legs around his waist as she pulls at his pink hair. “Do you want me to kill you?”

Megumi sighs while Yuuji laughs and dodges Nobara’s advances. You just giggle, your arm brushing against Megumi’s, though he wonders if he’s the only one who notices the warmth of your skin on his.

The bell rings, startling them, and Nobara slowly unlatches herself from Yuuji. You bound over to her and fix her hair and she allows you patiently.

“Good?” she asks, checking her phone’s reflection.

“Good?” Yuuji mocks, patting down his own hair. 

“You both look hot,” you affirm, giggling at Nobara’s murderous look. You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and check your phone. Your expression brightens as you glance over at Megumi. “Megs and I have Chem together first. We have a lab today, remember?”

He doesn’t return your smile, mostly because he’s starstruck at the sight, but nods slowly to let you know he’s heard.

Nobara groans. “Yuuji and I have Gym first,” she gripes.

You snort, flicking her cheek. “I don’t want to know why you would ever decide to take that class.”

“It’s not bad or hard,” she defends, but then she puts her fist up and grits her teeth. “But there’s this really stupid teacher who always picks on me for being a woman. He thinks I’m slower ‘cause I have a vagina and that makes me want to pull out his hair.”

“And he hates me because he always says I’m cheating during our run,” Yuuji complains. “It’s not my fault I’ve trained a lot!”

You laugh again before bouncing over to Megumi and wrapping a hand around his bicep. “Let’s go,” you insist. “We have to get the seat at the back before Miwa gets there again! Last time, she took my spot and she knows it’s my spot. I always sit there!”

You drag him with you, calling your goodbyes to a stunned Yuuji and Nobara, the two aware of how much Megumi hates physical touch. They wait, watching for their friend to remove your hand, but he never does. The two exchange nervous looks as they follow you through the front doors.

You’re sitting on a large boulder, your back to him, as you listen to Yuuji and Nobara’s insistent speech. He can almost imagine your confused look: your eyebrows scrunched, lips pouty.

The three of you haven’t spotted him yet, nonchalantly strolling towards you, hands tucked in his pocket, but even at this distance he can hear what the pair are telling you.

“You cannot touch Megumi,” Nobara insists. “He hates being touched.”

“The last time I tried to hug him, he squeezed my wrist so hard I thought it’d break,” Yuuji points out, cradling his arm. “He hates physical touch.”

Megumi sighs and rolls his eyes. 

Just when he’d started getting close to someone, his cursed friends had to interfere. Even if their intentions are in the right place, can’t they mind their own business? He isn’t exactly the people-pleasing type: if he’s letting you touch him, it’s on purpose. 

Both Nobara and Yuuji share exactly one brain cell, he thinks. 

“Oh… really?” Is he imagining the hint of disappointment in your tone? “Ah, I didn’t know. Okay… I’ll try to keep my distance from now on. Thanks for telling me.”

“What are you three talking about?” he asks, stopping at your back.

You still as his leg brushes against your back. You tilt your head back, meeting his eyes with a tentative smile. He’s awestruck all over again, like every time you flash him that smile. 

“You,” Nobara answers truthfully, taking his attention off of you. 

Yuuji elbows her and laughs awkwardly. “She’s kidding. W-we were talking about Human Earthworm 5! Yeah, Human Earthworm. Obviously. I told them we should go see the fifth—“

You roll your eyes, watching him take a large step over the boulder to stand next to Yuuji. “I don’t know why they’re lying. We were just talking about where to go for lunch. Yesterday, Nobara and I got to pick and we went out for sushi, remember? We thought you guys might have a preference today.”

“That’s what we were talking about,” Yuuji affirms quickly with a painfully bright smile. Megumi isn’t so awestruck at the sight. 

There’s a collective moment of silence; they’re all holding their breath, waiting for his answer. 

He looks at you. You give him an innocent smile, blinking, and he finds it slightly frightening how easily you can lie to his face like that.

“Okay.” Megumi shrugs, accepting your words. “I’m in the mood for tteokbokki,” he says, despite his lack of allowance, if only to change the topic. He remembers Yuuji salivating over the thought of the street food yesterday in Math class, even after lunch. 

“There’s a place near here that has corn dogs and tteokbokki,” Nobara mentions, checking the Maps app on her phone. “It’s a five minute walk.”

“I want tteokbokki with a boiled egg,” Yuuji announces eagerly. 

“Tteokbokki is best with egg,” Nobara agrees. “Wanna share?”

“I want the whole egg,” Yuuji warns.

“You can spare me half,” she insists. “I want it too!”

“If we want to go, then we should go now,” you interrupt. “We only have thirty minutes left.”

Both Nobara and Yuuji start bickering over their order and you take that chance to sneak a quick glance at your phone, frowning at the recurring texts you’ve been receiving. 

Megumi looks to you, eyes catching onto the worried crease between your eyebrows. You put away your phone at his watchful gaze.

“Sorry,” you say, feigning a smile. “Let’s go.”

He nods, wondering if he should ask you why you had that concerned look in your eyes. But Megumi isn’t good at words; he always stumbles and trips over them and can never quite get his thoughts out properly, unlike you. He’s always admired the eloquent and seemingly veritable way you speak, even when you lie. You’re always able to put on a mask. 

He’s not so good with words, so in a rare display of bravery, he resorts to offering you his hand, as if extending his heart to you. His ears turn red as he looks away from you, realizing that Yuuji and Nobara have stopped arguing long enough to watch. 

You blink uncertainly, then beam up at him and take his hand. 

Your hand is warm in his and much much softer than the callouses that roughen his. Often, you offer him hand lotion in Chemistry and he hasn’t the heart to refuse you. You squeeze a dollop of the rose-scented cream in his hand before doing the same on your own. He gets the pleasure of watching you beam as the two of you rub the lotion into your palms. As a result of your generosity, his hands have been feeling softer than usual.

You thank him for the gesture and he just shrugs, bumping shoulders with you as you enter the address into your Maps app, trying to avoid the awkward atmosphere in the air. 

“We can get two eggs,” Nobara attempts, to break the tension. 

Yuuji agrees immediately with no argument. 

The jewelry box feels especially heavy in Megumi’s bag.

When the three of you reach the restaurant, Yuuji and Nobara immediately fight over who’s paying for the extra eggs. Nobara insists that it should be Yuuji who pays because he should be the one paying penance, while Yuuji wants to split the cost in half. The two of them bicker a little more, embarrassing you and Megumi in front of the cashier before they place their order, and then continue to do so while taking a seat at a table for four.

You just sigh and muster your brightest smile to make up your friends. Megumi hovers closely behind you as you place your order, feeling slightly protective of you in front of the handsome male noting your order. 

The man is tall, maybe taller than Megumi himself, and he has this air of easiness that Megumi instantly dislikes. What, with his eager grins and frequent winks sent your way, it’s clear that he just can’t—won’t—take a hint. His name tag reads Haru, which has many many meanings, but the one Megumi decides on is sun. He’s overwhelmingly sunny, much like Yuuji. But while Yuuji’s is a natural sunniness, a disposition that comes easily to him, Haru has this overbearing nature, like when he leans over the register to take your cash and purposely lets your fingers brush his. He has these charming chocolate-coloured curls and he keeps brushing them out of his big, dark eyes. Even through his instant dislike, Megumi can’t help comparing himself to the man.

He keeps wondering: Is this your type? Would you be interested in someone like this, so sunny and bright, almost as much as you are?

“A mozzarella corn dog with cinnamon sugar and the small tteokbokki, no egg,” you’re confirming, cutting through the jealous haze that is his thoughts. You glance back at him, finally taking his attention off of Haru. “Want anything?”

“Naah, I ate earlier,” he says with a shake of his head, sidling closer so that your back brushes against his chest. You startle slightly, but don’t move away. Haru’s smile falters a little. Megumi wants to stick his tongue out at him petulantly like a little kid who’s just won a game of rock, paper, scissors. 

Somehow, Megumi can tell you see through his lie, likely because you’ve been with him for almost the entire day, but you don’t argue and he quickly pulls out his phone and distracts himself with the Weather app so that you won’t suspect him further. 

A forecast of rain, he notices, startling. 

He usually stores an umbrella or two in his bag because he knows you never bring one—it doesn’t rain as often as you’d like, but even when it does, you enjoy the water soaking you to the bone. Megumi usually watches you, Nobara, and Yuuji splash in puddles, his black umbrella already opened up to keep him dry. When the three of you get tired or cold, you can count on him to lend you one, and you often plaster yourself to his side, getting his clothes wet as your teeth chatter underneath the umbrella. 

His fond expression breaks when you nudge his shoulder and the two of you make your way to the table where your friends are already seated, Nobara sitting cross-legged on the seat to face Yuuji, hands waving about animatedly. 

“You know, you were checking that guy out for an awfully long time,” you tease with a cheeky smile.

Megumi’s mind doesn’t put two and two together. In fact, he feels like it might be short-circuiting. “What?”

None of what you’re saying makes sense to him—isn’t it so obvious that he’s interested in you? 

“You know, Megs, if you’re gay, you just have to tell me,” you say solemnly, trying not to let your face crack. “I’m sure Nobara and Yuuji will also support you. Nobara likes girls, and, besides, that’s what friends are for. We’re here for you, even if you’re into the douchey cashier.”

“You thought he was douchey?” he blurts, the only thing that his brain seems to process. 

“So, you are gay!” you exclaim, slapping your receipt onto the table where Nobara and Yuuji are sitting. They jump at the thump sound the receipt makes on the table, their conversation interrupted. 

“Fushigoru’s gay?” Nobara asks skeptically with a raised brow as she turns around to face the two of you. An amused smile plays on her mouth. “I knew it. I called it first!”

“I said it first!” Yuuji protests. “Remember when he punched Kai in the face and I said that he did it because he thought his was was just too pretty to—“

“I’m not gay,” Megumi snaps, cheeks on fire. “And I don’t like Kai!”

You stifle a giggle, sliding your receipt in Nobara’s direction. “I got a corndog and tteokbokki. We can share.”

Nobara scans the receipt with a raised brow, letting Yuuji read off her shoulder. “Another phone number?” she teases slyly. 

“What?” you and Megumi blurt at the same time. 

Megumi snatches the receipt from her freshly-manicured nails and his eyes widen in horror at the series of numbers that are, indeed, printed at the bottom in black pen next to a winky emoji. Beside him, you cringe and Megumi crushes it up in his palm and shoves it into his pocket. 

He raises a brow, sliding into the booth, and asks, “Did you want that?”

You shake your head almost immediately and follow after him, sitting across from Nobara. She taps the side of your sneaker with her own and you look her way long enough to see a mischievous glint enter her eyes. 

“You’ve just been collecting phone numbers left and right, haven’t you?” Nobara sings, wiggling her brows at you to break the silence. “Quite the player, aren’t you?”

“This is the first number I’ve gotten all year,” you protest, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “You know that—you guys are always with me!”

“What about the guy at the vending machine yesterday?” Yuuji asks.

“Kai?” you ask in disbelief. “He’s not—We aren’t—”

Megumi blurts, “Kai asked you out yesterday?”

You groan aloud, burying your face in your hands. “No, he didn’t! He just expressed his interest. I told him I didn’t like him and we left it at that.”

And here Megumi was thinking that the guy had learned his lesson—It was true that Megumi had punched him in the face, but not for the reasons that Yuuji predicted. If Yuuji had truly heard what Kai had said about you, he wouldn’t be nearly as lax with his teasing remarks. And, fine, it was true—Kai did have somewhat of a pretty face and Megumi did have this tiny inkling that Kai had feelings for you, but he’d done his best to ignore that small, jealous whisper and tuck it aside. He never imagined that Kai would act on his feelings.

Maybe Megumi hadn’t punched him hard enough. 

Megumi removes his snapback and places it on the table, rubbing the material between his fingertips to soothe the burning in his chest. 

Yuuji raises an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his mouth. He looks like he’s about to make another unnecessary comment, but he’s interrupted by Haru, the cashier, serving them their lunch on a long, silver tray. 

You make eye contact with him and suddenly regret your decision to sit on the outside of the booth when he smiles at you for long moments while serving, explaining each and every dish with precise detail to you and only you. He flatly ignores your friends and keeps his eyes locked onto you, even while serving—you’re half afraid he might drop something that way. On the positive side, he knows exactly what he’s talking about—each dish, each flavour, each part is explained down to a T. 

You know more about canned Coca-Cola now than you ever have in your entire life. Who knew that the drink used to contain cocaine before 1929? Not you. But you’re thinking you could use some right now to get out of this awkward situation.

On the negative side—Yuuji is stifling his laugh, Nobara looks like she might explode any moment now, and Megumi… Megumi is glaring daggers at the man who ignores the icy look and continues his long-winded speech. 

You break eye contact and try not to roll your eyes as you lock gazes with Yuuji across the table. He gives you a knowing look, pressing his trembling lips together to hold in the laughter that dances in his eyes. 

He seems to be saying this is all your fault. 

You just sigh, a smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll pay for your eggs," is what you mouth back at him. 

Yuuji’s smile widens and he makes out, “Deal!”, right back at you. 

Haru has only just moved on to explaining how tteokbokki is made in their kitchen when Megumi tucks his black snapback onto your head, bringing it down to cover your view. He opens his mouth to argue but is interrupted by Nobara who snaps, “I think we know what we ordered. And Chef doesn’t seem like it’s part of your job description.”

The silence that befalls the restaurant makes your face burn hot with embarrassment. You sigh and cover your face with your hands, wishing a hole would appear in the floor so you could crawl into it, roll around, and just die. 

Megumi is not sure whether to feel grateful to Nobara for speaking up or annoyed because he was going to say something first. 

Haru mumbles, “It’s not. I’m a server.”

“I think we can handle it from here,” Yuuji coughs awkwardly. 

“Thank you,” you mutter under your breath, nudging Megumi with your knee. 

“Thanks,” Megumi repeats tersely, unpleasantly reminded of the existence of social etiquette. 

“Men take a hint,” Nobara mutters, glaring at Haru’s retreating back. “Level: impossible.”

You snort under a breath and point a set of packaged chopsticks at her. “And you made fun of me for rejecting Kai. He also wouldn’t take a hint and was incredibly insistent—I mean, what kind of guy waits outside of class for you every. single. day. after you reject him?”

Nobara slides her tteokbokki in her direction, seeing as how all of the dishes are placed in a spot advantageous to you. You give both her and Yuuji a pair of chopsticks, then push Megumi’s smaller tteokbokki dish towards him. 

“Megumi and I wait outside your classes for you,” Yuuji points out, breaking apart his chopsticks with a skeptical eyebrow raised. 

Indeed, Megumi is frozen, awaiting your response with bated breath. 

Do you find him creepy or weird when he waits for you? He’d always thought you might appreciate having someone to walk to your classes and chatter with, especially when Nobara isn’t around. He hadn’t considered the fact that you might think of him as a creep…

“You and Megumi don’t count,” you insist, glancing at him with your brows furrowed. “We’re friends. It’s different. Kai would bring me a different flavoured chocolate each day and deliberately hand it out in front of a group of guys that are known to gossip. He’d make these stupid comments, put his hand on my shoulder, and act like we were dating.”

You unwrap a set of chopsticks, snap them in half and offer them to Megumi who takes them with a troubled look. 

“Stop it,” you argue, nudging his leg with yours. “I already told you: I’m uncomfortable when Kai does it. You guys are my friends—it’s not any different than when Nobara waits for me.”

“Preach,” Nobara says solemnly, shoving another rice cake in her mouth. Yuuji startles and protests at the fact that he’s been too busy conversing with you to even have a bite, but Nobara just sticks her tongue out at him petulantly. 

So now he’s being compared to Nobara, Megumi sulks. He’s not sure which is worse—being likened to a creep or to Nobara. 

You nudge him with your elbow this time, shooting him an effortless smile. “Come on, cut out the whole protective older brother thing. I can see it in your face. Nothing happened, Megs.”

Megumi starts, then just nods, though he hadn’t been thinking of Haru. Unfortunately, your words do nothing to ease his mind. 

Now you’re referring to him as your older brother… He can’t say he’s not used to it, but… he doesn’t want to be your older brother, nor does he want to act like one.

Nobara smirks. “Yeah, Megs, listen to your—”

He kicks her shin from across the table and her eyes blow wide. “Hey! You didn’t do anything when…” Nobara’s train of thought is cut off when Yuuji elbows her. She settles for glaring at Megumi with a look that says I’ll get you back. 

Megumi looks indifferent to her nonverbal threat as he takes the first bite from his meal. Seeing him eat spurs you into action and you open up the container with your mozzarella corn dog.

He knows you see Nobara as a fun, sister-like figure: someone you can laugh with, go shopping with, and call whenever you need advice, gossip, or a pick-me-up. With Nobara, your time flies by in seconds, the two of you always busy giggling and laughing on FaceTime. 

You see Yuuji as a younger brother: someone to indulge and take care of, especially because Megumi doesn’t humour him and Nobara bickers with him day and night, much like a sibling would. You ruffle his hair when you’re pleased with him, making him beam, and you graciously tag along to the movie theater with him when a new Human Earthworm movie is released, since he and Nobara staunchly refuse whenever Yuuji pleads. 

So, maybe Megumi’s role has been predetermined from the start. He’s always been overprotective of his friends and he nags like a mother hen, especially when it comes to you. Whenever you text him that you’re going out, accompanied with a few pictures, asking him what to wear, he always makes sure that you have your location on, your ringer on, that you aren’t on silent mode, or you haven’t muted his texts. He makes sure he knows exactly where you’re going, when you’ll be back; he makes sure his phone is always nearby so he never misses a text from you, in the rare case that you might message him to pick you up. After all, he is your group’s designated driver. He figures you might need him once in a while. 

He chews his rice cakes slowly, trying to ignore the burn in his chest. He glances over at you, busy in conversation. The three of you are used to his frequent silence; you don’t take it as odd anymore, nor do you press for him to join the conversation. You all know he’ll speak up when he wants to. 

Is he overbearing? 

Actually… he’s not unlike you, in that sense. 

You’re the first to remind Yuuji, as always, that he’s left his phone in Megumi’s car, or his books in the classroom, or that his hoodie is in his locker, as always, but you’d picked it up for him because you knew he’d forget. Before he can even tell you that he’s lost his pencil for the third time this week, you’re pressing one into his hands with a skeptical eyebrow raise that asks, anything else? He’s like a little puppy that you look after when no one else will. 

With Nobara, he’s seen you often calling her when she’s alone in a taxi and she texts you that the driver is being weird. You stay on call with her, purposely raising your voice loud enough for the driver to hear you ask repeatedly, “Where are you? When are you getting here? We’re all waiting for you.” You always wait on her text that tells you she’s reached home safe before your shoulders loosen and you feel some of the tension leave you. 

Before Megumi goes out, you’re over at his house, fussing over his clothes (the same ones he wore a day ago), his hair (that never seems to settle, no matter how much gel or hairspray you use), his face. You pinch his cheeks, tell him to go wash his face again because he still looks half-asleep, toss him a rose-scented lotion tube, straight from your bag, and insist that he keep it. You completely baby him. 

And when the four of you go out for lunch, more often than not, it’s you who orders for the rest of them, Megumi tagging along sometimes, if only to insist on paying. You half-listen to their conversation, half-wonder when the food will arrive. And when it finally does, you’re the first to urge them to start: handing them their utensils, breaking apart their chopsticks, and reminding them to eat well. 

You’re used to looking after others and putting their needs before your own, as the eldest daughter of your family. Megumi is overprotective as well, but he’s also hyper-independent, used to caring for himself without anyone else. Around you, he always finds his demeanor molding, softening—he acts more spoiled, more sulky, almost as if he’s trying to catch your attention, to make you fuss over him. And you do. You always indulge him, though he’s sure you can see right through his act. 

You’re laughing at something Yuuji says when you notice him looking at you, as if he’s seeing you in a new light. You hold your corn dog up to him, a sweet smile on your face.

Megumi blinks, ears reddening, as he shakes his head. “N-no, I wasn’t—“

“Have some. It’s good,” you insist, and he can’t refuse you.

So he leans forward in his seat, his thigh brushing against yours—he shouldn’t feel so flustered by that action, right? But you’re still wearing his snapback on your head and it looks ridiculous on you, oversized and just barely hanging onto your head. 

Sharing clothes or accessories isn’t new between the two of you either, nor are brief touches like his leg against yours. For some reason, he’s starting to feel hyper-aware of his every movement around you in a way that he doesn’t feel around Nobara, or even Yuuji. 

Often, when the four of you have sleepovers or movie nights, typically held at Megumi’s house (he’s always playing host, but he’s grateful that you help out by always arriving an hour earlier with bags of snacks. Gojo adores you for that reason alone), you don’t shy away from physical touch. You’ve fallen asleep on his arm more times than he can count, laid your legs in Yuuji’s lap while the four of you argue over which movie to watch, and squeezed Nobara’s hand throughout countless horror movies. 

And yet… Your thighs brushing through your jeans as he leans close is somehow the most intimate feeling he’s had since his kindergarten crush had hugged him tight on the playground in front of his friends. 

You hold your corn dog up to his mouth and he takes a bite, relishing in the stretch of mozzarella as you pull the snack away from him with a laugh. He keeps his eyes locked on your lit smile, unaware of Yuuji and Nobara’s troubled gaze trained on him.

You’re like the sun; wherever you go, you shine so bright, making him want to reflect you: he can’t help smiling back. 

Sharing food has never been a big deal between the four of you—well, three of you. Before you had found them and became involved in their little friend group, Megumi used to firmly refuse to drink from the same bottle as Nobara or eat from the same spoon as Yuuji, on account of “hygiene”, he claimed. Then you’d stumbled and tripped right into their world and the easy way you’d steal Yuuji’s gatorade from right under his nose and take a sip or share a bite of the cake pop you’d brought for lunch with Nobara had been enough to make him loosen up too, just enough. Eventually, he’d forgotten about that little rule, all because of you, with no shortage of teasing from Yuuji and Nobara.

He drinks from the same glass as you when you’re over at his house, and when you find yourself parched at school, he’s the first to offer to run to the convenience store and back in time for your first period class, Chemistry, which you share with him. The two of you often pass the drink back and forth in class and he tosses it out afterwards when you walk out together, complaining about the homework or the in-class lesson. 

Although, he wonders absentmindedly, if you’re eating from the same spoon as him or sipping from the same can from him, can that be counted as… an indirect kiss?

His eyes are inexplicably drawn to your glossy lips as you beam at him and put together a string of words that flies right over his head. What if he leaned forward, just a little? The sparkles on your lips are illuminated by the warm lighting of the restaurant and he finds himself musing about the flavour of your gloss. 

Cherry, perhaps? He’d like cherry. Or even strawberry might be nice, sweet and sugary, he thinks. Anything would do, if it was you. 

You call his name again, snapping him out of his daze, and he stammers, “W-what?”

You giggle, tucking his snapback onto his head and covering his face. Why doesn’t he have a voice recording of that precious laugh of yours? “Idiot. I was asking if it was good!”

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah, it’s great,” he mumbles dazedly with no idea of what you’re talking about as he adjusts his hat.

He blinks, trying to clear the fog in his head as you wait expectantly, ignoring Yuuji and Nobara’s snickers in the background. 

“I-it was really good. The corn dog, I mean,” he clarifies, gaze dipping to your lips again. “I liked it. But… Lunch is on me next time.”

You snort, looking satisfied with his answer. “Lunch is always on you. Pigs won’t start flying if you let me pay for your meal once.”

Megumi has what you call textbook manners when it comes to things like this; he’s overly stiff, overly formal. He can’t remember the last time he’d let any of you pay for him without returning the favour. It’s more than just a matter of his pride and ego (though that certainly plays a hand.) It’s the fact that he can’t fathom depending on any of you like that. He can’t accept this level of warmth or care without his mind whispering that it’s only a matter of time before you’ll all leave, just like his father, just like his mother. 

He exhales deeply and pops open the can of Coca-Cola that you bought him. The bubbles hiss and fizzle before settling down. As soon as they do, he slides the can towards you with a jerk of his head: an order to take the first sip. 

You give him an indulgent smile and follow his instructions, leaving behind a mauve stain on the can. Then, you push the can towards him with the same head jerk motion that he gave you. He resists the temptation of giving in to your antics and smiling as a result. 

You’re messing with his head, he groans silently. He’s never going to be the same after this. More than that, he thinks, glancing towards Nobara and Yuuji who observe him with matching knowing looks, the two of them are never going to let him live this down. 

Maybe you don't know it yet, but Megumi is yours.

comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[thesnowflake18]

JJK Thoughts~

I just finished binging JJK, and I have to say, that it wasn't till like Sea2 that I actually started to click with this show, but now I think I'm here to stay! :D Here's just some general thoughts.

BTW idk if I'll start reading the manga or if I'll be anime only, but plz don't spoil anything past Sea2!! I also know of a movie, which I will be watching sometime this week, so no spoilers!

FIRST OF ALL, Mappa's animation is freaking insaaane, ESPECIALLY the battles, they're eyecandy!! 💕💕 My wholehearted respects to all the animators, esp hearing the studio issues. About the production, is it just me or was Sea1 lacking in some regards? The animation is just fine, but the way characters deliver lines, some really awkward pauses (or too short), the music being a hit or miss (like suddenly being intense for no reason, little/no build up, just doesn't fit the mood?). The genre they picked was good, but I think it could've been done better? Idk but it was a struggle to stay immersed at times, though it might just be me being picky. Sea2 was sooo much better in all regards to the point where the difference is hella noticeable. Side tangent, but the OP's all slap, my favorites in order would be 4, 1, 3, and 2!! ED's are so sweet too!!

Okie now story, (mostly) spoiler free! Though I think the main trio (Yuji, Nobara, Megumi) wasn't the strongest bond-wise, at least in Sea1, I really grew to love all their dynamics-- and I will say they really made me feel the feels later 😭 They're so siblings-coded I LOVE THEM! Idk where I'd rank Yuji in fav MC's because other than being good at fights, early on he was a little flat (to me) character-wise. Anyways, Sea2 gave him a massive boost in my eyes, def made up for that. He's so nuanced now, and I can't wait to see where his story goes! I hope there's hope of something with Nobara, and I'm super intrigued with Megumi's story progression!! Um, Nanami, top 3 probably. I think I adore him (platonically). Iykyk 💔 The classmates all left a decent impression on me, though I will say I don't think they're too prominent, so lowkey kept forgetting most 😅 Maki is best girl tho, 100%. I love Miwa, I eventually liked Mechamaru (ship? 👀), Panda is Panda, Todo always comes in clutch even if I'm ~eh~ on him, and basically I wanna see a little more of everyone! And I miss Junpei 🥲

I will say though, the very heart of this show are definitely the villains!! The type you hate and love to hate because they're that good (bad?). Mahito is a damn menace and loves being a menace- idek how bro keeps dodging death, even avoiding a swing from Gojo, but MAN. I hate him. Jogo is so interesting because he has so much potential, but is so freaking ridiculous sometimes, but then I lowkey understand the grind he wanna be on, so yknow kudos to him. I can see him as a fan favorite. Hanami was ok, definitely weaker in my eyes, but they left a good impression for their dynamic in the group. Choso idk what to think about him but I might like him?? His little intervention in the final episodes really left me w questions, so I'm hooked. I won't say I love him but he has potential to shoot up to my favs! TOJI!!! Talk about an antagonist that legit made me punch the air AKDHDLAL HE'S SO GOOD. I honestly got scared for everyone in his near vicinity bc that guy is unstoppable, and even though I'm supposed to dislike him, again, bros on a destructive grind and I respect that. (Pull up Zen'in clan 😤)

Alright, so uh, the big three eh? Gojo, Geto, Sukuna. I'LL ADD SPOILERS HERE. I love how this world is set up revolving around the fact that since Gojo is "the strongest," he bears the weight of responsibility the hardest amongst sorcerers for failures and accomplishments. I don't blame him for wanting to turn against the system that put them all in that spot in the first place. Lowkey his development between seeing everyone as lesser in his past, to now (still arrogant smtimes) wanting his pupils to join him in that title as strongest. Yeah, he's an OP character, so what. I can see why he's a fan favorite on story alone. He acts self-centered, but after knowing his story, I can see how he fakes it, what he really wants to achieve, and how he's grown to care for others. Idk where his story goes from here, but I'm definitely ready for more Gojo. Okie, GETO! What an interesting villain?? Legit took the best-friend-turn-evil trope and added one tragic spin to it AAAAH. His past friendship and playful rivalry with Gojo made his change of ideals (I totally feel like there was power jealousy btw) so much more impactful. Gojo starting off as the one who didn't care too much for others while Geto wanted to save people, switching over so Gojo wanted to find/make people just as strong to protect others while Geto, feeling left behind, found no point in saving humanity and their struggles. It's too good!? I think there's a hint real-Geto's not gone completely, but I also don't think he's actually coming back, as sweet as that'd be. I feel like there is backstory missing (the movie maybe?) so I'll try to see what or if I'm missing anything on my own. Finally Sukuna, and man what a way to depict an OP freaking villain! Like ok, sometimes it was hard to take him seriously, being over the top and all, but I love how rare his actual interventions are. It makes you give your complete attention to him when he does, wondering what the heck he'll do next. Also, his conversation with Jogo added a new layer to him that I liked, with respecting even Jogo of all people. I haven't seen many protag/antag dynamics like Yuji and Sukuna before, but I'm so intruiged in how long they're gonna keep up this switching thing? Sukuna must desire his freedom after all. I love how he presents himself, and how terrified people are of him, though it wasn't till Sea2 that I feel like he was finally able to show us how he can back up that presence with real power. I cannot lie, I lowkey fangirled at those scenes (bro literally forced a movie screen aspect ratio lmaooo) and also thinking how they actual heck anyone is supposed to beat him 😭 I dun think Yuji's fists are enough, and I'm lowkey concerned whether even Gojo could take him on. Like, yeah Gojo's the strongest, but Sukuna just nuked a city ez bro. Beautiful presentation on how to actually make your villains, well villains. :]

Erm, overall, I think I finally came around to really liking this series, despite the rocky start with Sea1. The power system is cool once I finally figured out the terms, it's got endearing characters that I wish I could save (😭), and cool tropes and story I wanna see the resolution for. I'll probably be mulling over this show more in the coming weeks, so prepare for that! 🫡 I'll be watching the movie and making my mind up for the manga or anime soon. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE, THANKS FOR READING.

[jasmine-iroh]

Sparring Partners

Pairing: Zuko x f!reader

WC: 2.5K

A/N: howdyyyy I’ll be honest idk what this is besides self satisfactory fluff oops. send in some requests pls, I’m bored as heck!

Never let (Y/N) and Zuko spar.

That was an unspoken rule on Team Avatar after Zuko joined the group. The group had witnessed the aftermath of their practicing one too many times; angry gatherings of flames licking at the bark of uprooted trees scattered around piles of rubble and burnt grass.

Simply put, the pair were a force of nature. That wasn’t the reason they weren’t allowed to fight, though. No, nobody really paid much mind to their destructive tendencies, as long as they weren’t too close to camp.

It was their moods after the fight was done that brought about the rule.

Zuko would slink away to his tent and brood, grumbling at anyone who ventured too close to him. (Y/N) would stay with the group, a grin stuck to her face the whole time. It wasn’t a smile that put anyone at ease, though. It was feral, the snapping teeth and predatory curl of her lips more suited to a big cat than a young girl. Even Katara, who was usually found near (Y/N)’s side, avoided sitting too close.

(Y/N) was never mean to the others, but she had a razor sharp edge to her for hours after the duel that made Aang shift nervously in his seat and Sokka focus more on being the meat guy than the sarcasm guy. Suki would stay on edge until it was finally time to split up into their individual tents. Her fighting instincts would be on alert at the scent of scorched earth coming from (Y/N), a completely different smell from the smoke from the campfire.

Zuko, of course, would be the one to start said campfire. There was a tense, almost shy set to his shoulders as the weight of wild eyes bore down on him from near Toph. Toph, incidentally, never seemed to mind the rumbling of thunder in (Y/N)’s voice after a fight with Zuko, or the way Zuko’s heart beat staggered whenever (Y/N) so much as walked past him.

Toph didn’t care if the pair sparred, as long as it would get them over their timid dance around camp. She thought it was an entertaining break in the monotony of training and hiding, and the feeling of (Y/N) earthbending with such raw emotion was as sappy as any romance story there was. It was truly hilarious to her that nobody else could connect the dots between the unbridled chaos of their fighting and their quiet moments together around a campfire.

**

It had been a few days since the last incident when Toph finally decided to ask (Y/N) what their deal was during a training session.

“So, what’s up with you and Sifu Hotman?” She asked, a slightly maniacal laugh falling past her lips when she managed to catch (Y/N) off guard and nail her in the side with a boulder. Toph had taken to using Aang’s ridiculous nickname after she realized how quickly she could get under Zuko’s skin with it. Payback for Zuko burning her feet, she had justified.

Coughing and sputtering from the blow, (Y/N) tried to deflect the question with a volley of rocks she’d been keeping suspended in the air long enough for Toph to half lose track of.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Toph huffed indignantly, dodging the attack before shifting her feet and sending the slab of earth below (Y/N) tilting sideways.

“No, I just saw a weakness and used it,” (Y/N) laughed and leapt from her crumbling perch to position herself in the middle of the sparring area, knowing that Aang, Zuko, Suki, and Sokka were somewhere behind her. Toph wasn’t stupid, she knew (Y/N) was trying to get into a position that would make Toph go easier on her with their friends in the line of fire.

Oh (Y/N), you really think you’re clever, don’t you? Toph thought with a smirk as a plan formed in her mind, pressing her knuckles into the dirt and twisting them sharply. She felt (Y/N)’s growl before she heard it, knowing that the other girl hated when Toph locked her feet into the earth. This time, though, she kept her hold on the rock, sitting down and waiting for (Y/N) to answer her original question.

“Toph, c’mon!” (Y/N) whined, trying to free herself as Toph sat a few meters away laughing.

“Just tell me and I’ll let you go!” Toph called back, bending herself a chair from the earth with one hand while the other kept it’s grip on the rocks around (Y/N)’s ankles.

“You’re such a little jerk,” (Y/N) answered instead, looking around for something to help her. She was weak without being able to use her feet as her center, something Toph had been hounding her about forever.

“I thought best friends told each other everything,” Toph mocked as she felt the others stop fighting to watch the scene in front of them.

“Yeah, but you also told me you’d throw me off Appa because I took Momo’s seat last week,” (Y/N) replied, crossing her arms stubbornly. Toph was a stronger bender, but (Y/N) had more patience, knowing Toph could get bored or frustrated pretty quickly. That’s how they’d always been, ever since (Y/N) had been sent to live with her helpless, blind little cousin all those years ago.

“What’s going on?” Aang asked the pair, scootering over on a ball of air with a peeved looking Zuko trailing behind him.

“(Y/N)’s keeping secrets from me and acting like I won’t find out,” Toph accused, watching as Suki and Sokka joined the group. Katara, who had been assigned camp duties for the day, drew closer at the lack of fighting sounds.

“Toph,” (Y/N) warned, a sharp threat in her voice as the sound of a tree being pulled up at the roots echoed around the clearing as (Y/N) clenched her fists.

“Yes?” A challenge in her voice, her fist twisting further into the earth and sinking (Y/N) up to her waist in tightly compressed rocks.

“Enough.” Zuko stepped in between the pair, and Toph couldn’t help but notice the spike in his heart rate when (Y/N) dropped up to her shoulders in rock.

“Zuko, stay out of this. Toph’s just being a pain,” (Y/N) huffed, having a hard time breathing with the merciless press of dirt and rock around her chest.

He didn’t stay out of it of course, his heart beating faster than a bird's wings as he watched (Y/N) struggle in the ground. Toph thought the duo were nauseatingly oblivious.

She let out a frustrated growl and slammed her foot on the ground, sending Zuko sprawling flat out next to (Y/N) and encasing his hands and feet in earth.

“Fine. You can both stay here until one of you tells me, then.” Toph declared before standing and walking away from the pair. The rest of the group looked from Toph back down to their friends buried in the ground, and decided that maybe they didn’t want to end up stuck next to the pair. They walked off, promising to talk to Toph and have her fix this.

“Spirits, she’s such a little bastard,” (Y/N) mumbled, turning her head to look at Zuko. She blinked in shock, not expecting his face to be quite so close to hers. A tricky little bastard, the girl amended in her head.

“What were you two fighting about?” Zuko asked quietly, not having to speak much above a whisper with their proximity. Had his eyes always been so golden?

“She asked about what was going on between us,” (Y/N) answered, closing her eyes and turning her head away from him towards the sky. The sun pressed red kisses against her closed eyelids while the breeze played with her hair, making her feel for a moment that she was laid out next to Zuko in a spring meadow by choice instead of locked into the dirt by Toph.

“What did you tell her?” He kept his voice low, tone conspiratorial. He stared at (Y/N), the sun loving her throat and pressing kisses to her cheekbones. He thought, just for a moment, that Toph had done him a favor by locking him into this view.

A laugh, and then, “I didn’t tell her anything.”

“Why not?” He prodded, wishing (Y/N) would turn her head so he could… could what? He thought to himself, images of him wiggling closer and closing the distance between them flickering in his mind without warning. A warm blush crept up his neck at the thoughts, wishing he wasn’t so affected by their proximity.

“Because sometimes you need to let Toph think she holds all the cards so she’s a little less of a pain in the ass. And so she wouldn’t question what we really do when we spar,” (Y/N) whispered, opening her eyes and turning to face Zuko. She met his amber gaze immediately, a grin pulling at her mouth as she leaned closer to him, feeling the heat radiating off his body.

“Oh, you mean that thing where you torment me with your comments all day around camp and then try to play innocent when we’re alone?” Zuko huffed with a smile as he wormed his way closer.

“Hey, don’t get mad. I just saw a weakness and used it,” (Y/N) giggled as she leaned in towards him. Her gaze flickered briefly from Zuko’s eyes, to his lips, and then back to his eyes in a way that made him feel like the ground was falling out from under him. He leaned up to meet her halfway, falling just short of being able to seal their lips together. A soft groan from (Y/N) pulled a chuckle from Zuko’s throat, before his head flopped back down onto the packed earth.

“Such a little bastard,” he heard (Y/N) mutter a moment before her face contorted and rumbling from around them was heard.

Zuko’s hands and legs were freed from their earthen prison, letting him roll away only a second before (Y/N) rose up from her hole on a pillar of earth. She hopped down gracefully and brushed her clothes off before helping Zuko to his feet, that wild look back in her eyes.

“You couldn’t have done that earlier?” Zuko asked, brushing the dirt out of his hair.

“I can put you back, if you’d like,” (Y/N) hummed, stepping closer to him and giving him that sharp grin that sent his stomach fluttering.

“I’m fine right here, thank you,” he replied, a deep blush staining his cheeks as (Y/N) pulled him close and finally, finally, pressed her lips to his own in a slow kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly, loving the warmth of her hand cupping his jaw with gritty fingers as the other tangled in Zuko’s mop of hair.

The pillar she’d used to free herself moments before was now scraping against his back as (Y/N) traced a lazy trail of kisses along Zuko’s jaw. He let out a sound that was suspiciously close to a whimper and felt a thrill go up his spine at the glint of absolute trouble reflected in (Y/N)’s eyes when she pulled away.

“How long do you think we have until they realize we’re not stuck anymore?” She pondered, pressing delicate kisses up the side of Zuko’s throat and along the edges of his scar.

“Enough time to get a head start and cover our tracks.” His eyes moved deliberately to the forest away from camp, before flicking back to hers with a bashful quirk of his eyebrow. His breaths trembling, he tried to ignore how his nerve endings were alight with the feeling of (Y/N)’s lips on his skin.

“Very tempting, but I don’t feel like listening to Mother Katara yell at us for ‘running off and worrying the group,’” (Y/N) whispered back, pressing a kiss to Zuko’s chin before moving to pull away. His arms snaked around her waist quickly, locking her against him.

(Y/N)’s brows shot up in pleasant surprise at his actions. She had been the one to make moves from the start, more accustomed to touch that wasn’t soured by pain or anger. Zuko figured she’d like to have more physical affection from him, but the long nights spent untangling his emotions in return for a kiss were enough to keep her happy and moving at his pace. Zuko had been without a loving hand to hold for so long that he forgot how simple and sweet an embrace could be, how the pad of a thumb rubbing across bruised knuckles could soothe his aches better than any balm.

Feeling bold between the column of earth and (Y/N), Zuko leaned down to her height and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, retreating before she could respond. The girl only grinned widely, wrapping her arms around his muscular torso. A puff of air left Zuko’s lungs as he was pulled into her strong arms, before tightening his own arms around her waist and pressing his face into the crook of her neck.

“We have to at least make Toph think nothing’s changed, or we’ll never hear the end of how she’s so right and it's everyone else who is really blind,” (Y/N) told him, pitching her voice in Toph’s bratty little sister voice she used when she won arguments.

“Let her. I’m tired of not being able to be like this whenever we want,” Zuko replied, his warm breath against the side of her neck sending a wave of goosebumps over (Y/N)’s skin. It shocked her in the most pleasant way possible to hear him say that to her, since they’d agreed to keep things quiet until he could figure out his emotions.

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you when she makes you wish you were hard of hearing,” (Y/N) laughed, nudging his head back up to face her. Her senses were filled with Zuko, the smell of smoke filling her nose as the heat from his body scorched a pattern into her heart. Their noses brushed once, twice; their lips a breath apart.

Before either could close the distance, Toph marched around their column of rock, almost slamming straight into them. In a breath, she was gone again, back the way she’d come.

“I knew it, I was so right! You losers are so blind!” She shouted to the others.

Her sudden appearance had shocked the pair apart, making (Y/N) quirk an eyebrow and pulling a rare grin from Zuko at the astounding accuracy of (Y/N)’s impression of Toph.

“Just remember, you brought this upon yourself,” (Y/N) laughed, turning to walk back to camp. Zuko’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, reeling her back in towards him so he could seal a lingering kiss against her mouth.

“I know, but that was worth it,” he hummed, walking alongside her back to camp, their fingers tangling together without a second thought.

[zombryz]

chile, I want my guts DESTROYED by Broly or Whis. Ik saying Whis is a stretch, but idk, he's so fine to meeee. thank you 🥰

Hi Anon! I’m sort of a Whis girl myself (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) please enjoy this lovely Whis one shot ~

TW: smut, and some fluff ✧

Lord Beerus’ planet was honestly really pretty. It was concealed within a nebula and it appeared to be upside down although when you were within it you were always right side up. Strange, but beautiful. There was an enormous tree growing in the center which at the base held Lord Beerus’ castle. Every morning you would take in all its glory with your daily meditation ritual that Piccolo taught you. You have been here for going on four months now. Because you were human you had no need for training, but Goku and Vegeta insisted on you coming along to cook meals and to keep them company. The Saiyan’s would be so lost without you. You had originally rolled your eyes at the invitation but you couldn’t pass up traveling through the galaxy. Lord Beerus and his attendant, Whis, didn’t seem to mind. They were always in the mood for a good meal. It was also a perk having a destroyer on your side, imagine if someone on earth had looked at you the wrong way. Gods, not even luck would be able to help them. It had grown a bit lonely though, your daily routine consisted of; waking up, meditating, watching Goku and Vegeta train with Whis, prepare breakfast, go back to meditation, watch them train some more, cook lunch, talk to Lord Beerus when/if he woke up, sometimes watch godtube with Lord Beerus, cook dinner, go to sleep, repeat. Your routine was becoming tiresome and you ached for a change.

This morning you had been meditating, your regular schedule, you looked down to see Goku and Vegeta going head to head with Whis. Obviously, Whis had dodged every single attack made by the pair of Saiyans. Your hands were on top of your knees while you were sitting in a criss-cross position. You had lifted one eye up to watch them train. The Saiyans hadn’t interested you as much as Whis did. He was so smooth and had such a calming presence. You felt as though nothing could penetrate his defenses. Vegeta once told you that Whis was the one to train Lord Beerus and so that piqued your interest. While watching them train you had usually fixed your eyes on either Goku or Vegeta, but this time you couldn’t take your eyes off of Whis. Something about him was so elegant and intoxicating. He must’ve felt your peering eyes because in the midst of taking on four fists to the face he looked up at you, making eye contact causing you to immediately close both of your eyes. Shit, you’d been caught peeping. You hoped with his many talents that he couldn’t read minds, that would be embarrassing to explain to him the dirty things you had been thinking at that moment. 

Finally, it was dinner time. You had cooked up a large enough meal for your makeshift-god family. You made mountains of ramen, it all looked and smelled so delicious. The spices filling up the room causing your mouth to water. You grabbed one bowl for yourself and let them all dig in. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” Whis looked at you with sincerity in his eyes. He held direct eye contact for a moment. This was a different look for him, usually, he stuffs his face and would give thanks after. 

“You’re welcome, Whis,” you replied, giving a gentle smile. This interaction caused your heart to thump in your chest. He had singled you out before you were nothing more than the cook. If you were being honest with yourself you didn’t even know if he knew your name. 

After dinner, you found yourself in your bedroom, one of the many rooms in the palace. This always confused you because Beerus didn’t seem to be one for having guests over. You had just gotten out of your nightly shower patting your hair dry with a secondary towel. When you walk out of the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom, you see none other than the Angel himself, Whis. You froze, your first thought was that maybe you were seeing things. Why was Whis in your bedroom? He was standing there with his scepter in his right hand while his left hand was behind his back. There was a moment of silence before he began to speak. 

“I am not supposed to be doing this but after the way you looked at me today it confirmed it,” he trailed off at the end. You weren’t really following. 

“Whis, what are you talking about?” You questioned, raising a brow in confusion. He seemed a little nervous himself and you were glad you weren’t the only one having a mini panic attack. 

“I have felt attracted to you for a while now, Y/N. Today, when you looked at me during training your body language had confirmed that you feel the same.” He said this time sounding more confident than before. Your heart started racing, you thought this was just some silly crush but now an Angel was standing in your bedroom confessing how he feels about you. Your face was turning rosy when you realized you hadn’t responded to him yet. 

“Oh, um. Y-Yeah. I’m sorry if that complicates things for you. I didn’t even think Angels were capable of liking mortals.” You finally answered, unsure of where this was going to go. You were beginning to feel the weight of this whole conversation, not even thinking about the fact that you were still in only a towel. Angels definitely didn’t understand social cues, otherwise, this would be way more awkward. 

Without responding Whis hammered his scepter to the ground ordering it to undress you. Your towel dropped to the ground and you had no intention of covering yourself. Your cheeks had become completely red now, you were standing in front of the angel completely naked with your hair still dripping wet. Whis leaned his scepter against the wall and started undressing, removing his long black cuirass first and then his maroon robe not long after. Still in shock, you watched him remove every bit of clothing he had on until you were both standing nude and at each other’s disposal. Standing in silence you felt that this was oddly romantic, his eyes wandered down your body appreciating every part, every curve of it with a hunger in his eyes that you had never seen before. You returned the favor by letting your eyes trail down his body, starting with his perfectly chiseled jaw, just under was his glowing blue halo that fell at his collarbone, his arm muscles looked like they had been crafted by the gods themselves. His chest was perfectly swole and slender. His torso ended in a beautiful v-shape. He was standing with both hands behind his back, allowing you to take in his glory. When your eyes went lower you realized that he was already as hard as a rock. His dick was big and long and a lighter shade of blue than the rest of his skin. It looked so supple in the moonlight, his tip was a brighter pink and it had an iridescent glow of pre-cum at its tip. You wanted so badly to get on your knees, sucking off the Angel right where he stood. Your body tingles at the thought causing you to shiver.

Whis lifted two fingers and motioned for you to come to him, without even having to move your body you were flying to him through the air using his abilities. The space between you was very limited now and this caused your breathing to quicken. He towered over you and you couldn’t help but want to be dominated by him. Whis on the other hand was calm and eager. You stepped closer to him, that’s when you noticed his halo was preventing you from getting any closer. To fix the issue, you stepped underneath and into his halo so that now he shared his space with you. The halo was now wrapped around the both of you causing you to be forced closer together. Chests now touching, you looked up to see his face illuminated by both the moonlight sneaking in through the window and his halo that was humming a low buzzing noise next to both sides of your faces. The feeling was euphoric. He made one last gentle look at you before his eyes turned needy, he leaned down to kiss you. It was passionate and fiery, both of his hands came out from behind his back to grab and cup your face. His tongue wanting to explore your mouth so you slightly opened yours allowing him entrance. A moan escaped your lips sending him into a fury. His kisses became sloppy and hungry. His hands traveled down to your breasts, toying with your already hard nipples. He slightly pinched at your nipples before grabbing a fistful of your breasts causing him to inhale deeply. Growing impatient he reached down to pick you up so that you would be closer to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to your bed. Halo still around you both it was the most intimate you had ever felt with anyone. It was as though you were tied to each other, causing an unbreakable bond. Whis slowly laid you on the bed, you were already soaking wet and ready for him. This time you grew impatient and reached for his cock, once you had him in your hands you lined him up to your entrance making sure to slide him up and down to gather your wetness. Whis kissed you between moans, the moment he slid in you both inhaled deeply feeling the pleasure of him inside of you, your lips still pressed together. With a few more pumps you grew comfortable with his size, you wanted him to quicken his pace. 

“Whis, faster. P-please,” you breathily mewled in his ear, he didn’t hesitate. He began thrusting into you harder and faster causing you to throw your head back in pleasure which only caused him to fall closer to you because of the halo. As he continued fucking you he snaked his hands up to your breasts, with his halo it was difficult but he needed you in his mouth. He leaned down slightly, bending his body enough to grab one of your breasts. He began flicking his tongue over your sensitive skin, you were quite literally in heaven. With his free hand, he began circling your clit with his thumb. Gods, this felt so good. You bucked your hips into him desperate for release.

You wanted to make him feel good too, you motioned for him to switch places. With a quick shift you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your walls. You moved slightly as you got comfortable in the new position. His halo created the perfect closeness you needed to ride out your orgasm. Whis sat up and kissed down your neck and collarbone. He planted sloppy kisses all over your face. He kissed the tip of your nose and forehead, causing you to smile while you bounced on top of him. This reaction made him smile sweetly in return. You continued to grind against him, he lifted his lower body slightly to give you a greater closeness than you had before. While you were riding him he wrapped his arms around you holding you down on his cock shoving his length entirely inside you, holding you still while he thrust into you this time. A loud moan came from the back of your throat causing him to quicken his speed. You were reaching for release and god was he giving it to you, he kept massaging your breasts with one hand while holding you tightly in the other. You rode out your climax, clamping around him, milking his cock, not worried about if anyone else in the palace could hear your moans of pleasure. Whis wasn’t far behind, he quickened his speed steading out his thrusts so that he could come. He held you down on his cock shoving in and out of you while you bounced on top of him. His cock hitting the end of your walls each time. With his eyes closed, he threw his head back causing you to be pulled into the nook of his neck and shoulder. You planted kisses on the sides of his neck as you rest your head on him while he came hard inside of you. He felt so good. Without getting off of him, he remained inside of you, you could feel his warm cum spilling out from the sides of your walls and down your legs but you didn’t care. You were both panting, you were still laid against him quite comfortably where you were. You were in a hugging position and never wanted to move out of this spot. After a minute or two you sat up, still straddling him you took both of your hands and cupped them around his temples, pushing his tall, white hair down while you reached up to kiss him on the forehead. After the kiss, you pressed your forehead against his. He was your angel and you never wanted to leave this halo.

[quirklessidiot]

Title: coward :: obliviousness Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: Atsumu seems nicer these days and you seem to see him more than before. Meanwhile, your kids meet someone they probably shouldn’t have.

notes:

three more chapters till the end!!! I’m so happy by all of the love! really! its definately been one of my favorite fanfictions to write since its angsty and im in love with angst stories skjsksksksks 

i think this chapter is the shortest one amongst the rest idk shhshshshs anyways i hope yall still love it wuwuwuwu. Hope you all are doing well and ilyasm!!!! have a gweat day!!!

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You thought you’d never see Miya Atsumu again but here he was, in your son's sports club, helping out Sugawara. Wasn’t it supposed to be volleyball season? What was he doing here? Helping the kids and picking up volleyballs? Didn’t he hate kids?

“...We train every morning and I personally train every night. You know my sched, it's what I did back then in college too.” He shrugs nonchalantly, “Plus I wanted to personally apologize to the brats too because of what ‘samu and I did.”

You tilt your head in curiosity, “What did younger Miya-san do?”

“Beat’s me, your brat told me that ‘samu made you cry when he confronted you,” he blinked, recalling the first meeting he had with the kid, come to think of it, they did had a pretty good reason to be wary of him from the start, “Must’ve said something really shitty if you cried, L/N-san. You never cried except that night at the frat party when I first actually got to talk to you.”

Nostalgia hits you when you recall that day, it was a shitty day indeed. The only upside was seeing and talking to Miya Atsumu for the first time and getting him to bandage your leg.

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” the blonde stated, wiggling his eyebrows, “He’s just overprotective sometimes which is weird since we used to get into fist fights. Doesn’t excuse him for being an asshole to ya though.”

“He was being rational.” You expressed, watching him pick up the last volleyball.

“He has no right to though.” he retorted, annoyed that you were letting it slide, “Let’s be honest here, who did you left six years ago?”

“What-”

“You left me.” He cuts you off, giving you no chance to talk, you’d think he’d sound bitter by it but he anything but that. It was as if he was proving a point, “And I’ll admit I was angry at first by what you did and how it ended but that doesn’t give my friends and my brother the right to intervene. I’m not a fucking kid, I know what I got into when we started dating.”

“Miya-san, I-”

“So let me make it up to you, alright? Before we started dating, I was your friend first. Now that we’re both responsible adults and you’re a single mom at least let your friend help you. You can handle that shit right?” He replied but before you could even agree to him, your kids went out of the comfort room, fully changed to dryer clothes.

“Kaasan!” They yell in unison but immediately stop in their tracks when they see Miya Atsumu standing next to you.

“What’s this jiji doing here?” Yuuto spat out bitterly, looking the other way. The younger twin followed suit and looked the other way too, making Atsumu laugh and bend down to their level, “I heard from your kaasan that you like to eat cake. How about a truce? I know a good place that sells good cakes.”

Yuuto and Youta eyed him warily and you patted the oldest twin’s head, “Baby don’t you have something to say to Miya-san too?” your voice was softer towards him, Atsumu still couldn’t get used to your personality switch with the twins. He watches in amusement as the twin tries to sputter out a sorry.

“S-so...sorry…” he frowned, “I should’ve been a big boy and not call you names.”

“Youta, you too.” You urged the younger one.

The other twin frowned and also had trouble apologizing to him like his twin, “S-Sorry...I won’t do the same…” he apologized under his breath.

Atsumu couldn’t help but laugh at the dynamic they seem to have created, at least they weren’t as close-minded as they were before, “No sweat, kid.” He said, “I’m sorry for making you feel bad and for what my brother did too. Now, let’s get that cake shall we?”

You hold Yuuto on one hand and Youta on the other as you head to his car, after helping the kids at the backseat, he opens the front seat for you, “Oh, um…” You blinked, the sudden feeling of embarrassment creeped in, “You didn’t have to-”

He rolls his eyes in reply, “Get in, L/N-san. I don’t bite.”

The boys were quiet at the back first until Atsumu tried to strike a conversation with them, “What made you guys like volleyball?”

Youta, being the more open one, suddenly jumps on his seat, “ ‘Kaasan has an old volleyball at home! We saw it and started asking her about it!”

“Oh?” he stops at the traffic light and stares at you, quite surprised since he never pegged you to keep something of his after the break-up, “Didn’t know you kept my old memorabilia with you.”

Yuuto’s eyes seem to widen when he hears that, “No way, that was yours?” he sputters out, shocked.

“Yeah.” he laughed, starting the car again when the light turned green, eyes crinkling in amusement, “Your ‘kaasan and I used to be very close before. I used to sleepover and leave some of my stuff at her place.”

“Hm.” you clicked your tongue, recalling those times when Atsumu would just come in your home unannounced like you both lived together, “He was incredibly all over the place and messy like you two.” 

“Wow!” Youta grins, seemingly excited, “What was kaasan like, jiji? I bet she was super nice and caring and a super good friend!”

The look of amusement never left his face as he agreed to the young boy, the rest of the ride was filled with Youta being overly-excited and asking Atsumu about you during college and about how you met him, “We were in the same class.” You replied, seemingly indifferent by it. You were used to this question before.

“Nope.” He replied, popping the p, an amused smirk worming its way to his face as he recalls differently since he never told you how he met you, “I saw your mom around a lot during the first few months of school.”

You were turned silent by his story, you didn’t know this part. You always thought that the first time you and Atsumu got acquainted was in that minor class you took during the second semester, “...I had also accidentally hit your mom with one of my serves while she was looking for a friend.” He recounts, parking the car in front of a very aesthetically-looking cake shop.

Your brows furrowed in deep thought, that was him? How come-

“Your ‘kaasan’s too famous, she probably doesn’t even remember the minimal interaction we had.” he joked, feigning hurt.

“Wow mom, I bet you must’ve hated jiji when he hit you with those super powerful serves!”

“She probably would if she remembered.” 

You take the kids out of the car but Youta was still too entranced by Atsumu that he went ahead and wobbled next to him. The tall volleyball player was nice enough to match the younger one’s pace as they walked towards the shop, “Traitor.” You heard Yuuto mutter as you trailed behind him.

“I thought you forgave him.” 

“Won’t stop watchin’ at him though, ‘kaasan.”” He grumbled but you can tell he was starting to slowly soften up to the blonde.

Atsumu (after much persistence) paid for the cakes and even got you a sugar-free one, Youta was very elated as soon as his cake was served and Yuuto was muttering something about how unfair it was as he started to stuff on hiw own slice, the blonde laughed at the contrasting personalities. They were so alike yet so different at the same time.

It reminded him so much of ‘samu and him back then.

“Oh, wait a moment. I have to pick up this phone call. Would you mind watching them for a sec?” You asked, Atsumu shakes his head to the side and he watches you exit the shop and take the call, the familiar expression of your creased forehead and narrowed eyes coming into play.

“Jiji, have you ever met our otosan?” Youta suddenly asks.

Atsumu feels his heart waver, this was such a heavy topic to ask but Youta didn’t seem to know the weight of his words. Yuuto was quiet this time too, observing him intently, the blonde setter suddenly cleared his throat, “I heard your kaasan met your otosan right after she graduated early and left me suddenly.” he tried to smile, looking unaffected, “So no, I haven’t met him.”

“Is that why you're mad at ‘kaasan?” Yuuto suddenly asks, head tilt to the side, “Because she left you su-suddenly?” The boy seemed to have a problem with longer words but he seemed very perceptive for his age. ‘Gee, were kids always this nosy?’ the blonde setter thought.

 “Did your mom tell you that?” Atsumu lilted, dodging the question well, munching on his cake.

“She said that she broke something really bad that you owned.” Yuuto disclosed, brows furrowed together as if he was thinking very hard about what you said, “And that she deserved it”

Silence engulfed the table for a moment as he felt his throat dry up with the new load of information, “Your ‘kaasan is a very strong woman,” he began. The boy's eyes,especially Yuuto’s, lights up at the compliment they heard, “And she doesn’t deserve anything bad. So when someone tries to do something bad to her, even me, make sure you give’em a good spike.”

“Really?”

“Really, kiddo.” He hums in agreement, “You have to protect your ‘kaasan since your otosan isn’t here anymore.”

Youta’s eyes flicker at the mention of their father, “Jiji, you’re so funny.” he laughs very suddenly.

Atsumu’s brow upturns at the sudden statement of the twin.

“Otosan isn’t dead.” Atsumu feels his shoulder tense at those words, it seems like the twins were giving him such a field day today with questions and new information, “ ‘Kaasan says that he’s off somewhere following his dreams and he’ll come back soon.”

Atsumu wants to ask about a lot of things.

He wants to ask about what Youta said, he wants to ask who the fucking asshole was, he wants to ask why you’re waiting for him when he left you hanging by a thread there with two kids.

He really does but when he drops you off at your home and a sudden troubled expression graces your features when you see an older woman standing there, he knows that it isn’t the right time. Instead, he quietly says goodbye and watches the interaction closely from a distance. A bit of worry filling him since he didn’t like that expression you were showing.

The twins didn’t seem to know who the older woman was but judging by her body language she knew you very well.

Come to think of it, her features were very familiar. Cold eyes, (h/c) hair, a very familiar facial feature.

Could it be-

“Y/N…” she tries to call out but you immediately walk past her, paying her no attention. He feels nervous, “Y/N, please don’t ignore me. I’m your okaasan-”

Suddenly he realizes why he has never met your family at all.

Judging by the interaction he sees, you were anything but close with them and that your relationship with them was stagnant (it probably worsened since you got kids at an early age and the father left you to dry). The kids probably don’t even know who that woman was, you continue to ignore her as you sons look at her warily.

When she starts to get physical, he gets out of the car and tries to stop the women from getting any closer to you and the boys, “What are you doing? Don’t you know who I am-” the woman tries to yell her way through but the blonde notices how you flinch away from her as soon as you hear her loud voice and hide the kids behind you as if you were protecting them.

“She doesn’t want to see you or have her near her kids, so please leave before I call security.” Atsumu tried to calm the situation down, not wanting to raise his voice, he could be wrong about his assumptions and he didn’t want to let your mom see him in a bad light.

“You don’t understand-”

“Obaasan.” his voice was anything but nice and friendly now, he wanted to try and respect the woman who brought you to this world, he really does, but right now he wouldn’t mind calling the cops on her if she resorted to making a scene here,  “Please leave before I call for security.”

Your mother grips on her expensive handbag tight and with one last glance to you, she immediately walks away. You don’t notice how you’re shaking and that Youta is crying behind you while Yuuto is trying his best to calm his twin down by insulting him and calling him a crybaby.

“L/N-san, are you-”

“I’m fine.” You cut him off, taking in a few deep breaths to calm you down, “I’m fine.”

He grabs your wrist and stares at you dead in the eye, “You’re shaking, Y/N.” He suddenly says your name softly, you're scared that if he goes nearer, he’d hear your ranging heart beat so you take a step further back and let go of his hold.

Atsumu narrows his eyes and tightens his lips at your response but decides against it, instead he turns to Youta and Yuuto, “I have a game next week and I got extra tickets, would you like to watch? The adlers and I will be playing, I heard one of ya likes Tobio-chan so much.”

Youta finally stops crying as soon as he hears the mention of free tickets and turns to a bundle of excited energy. Yuuto even starts jumping up and down at the mention of Kageyama Tobio. 

Atsumu still has a lot of questions for you though, about your family, why you haven’t mentioned them, or the fact that their asshole of a father just left you to fulfill his dreams (he’s angry, very angry especially about this one) yet when he sees the small smile on your lips as you watch your kids jump up and down.

He holds back.

Those questions can wait another day.

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[fairycosmos]

I broke up with someone today because he doesn't believe I'm disabled.

u dodged a bullet!! but still i am so sorry to hear that omg :( while i know it's easy for me to sit here and say something along the lines of "at least now you know his true colours, ur better off without him" etc i know it's still unbelievably hard to lose someone you thought you had a true connection with. break ups are the fucking worst, at their most painful there's no words to even console that sort of pain. i'm just really sorry dude. the first few weeks are always shit, learning how to be whole on your own again, allowing yourself to grieve what has been lost without too much self scrutiny or blame directed inward. but you are so capable of it. and as long as you focus on getting through one day, or even one hour or moment, at a time the more you are going to realize that this was for the best. i hope you have a good support network around you rn. whatever you need - to cry, to lie in bed and hide, to write, to listen to sad music, to eat ur body weight in idk reeces peeces peanut butter cups. whatever you need, it's okay. you deserve better than this and so life is redirecting you, to put it simply. you shouldn't have to be around someone that is going to make you question and justify your own disability. as if you don't live with ur own body every day and know it better than anyone - that is craziness!! there is so much more than that, especially in terms of love, waiting for you. seriously. i can't imagine how hurt and invalidated you must be feeling at the moment, but i hope you know deep down that this situation is not a reflection of you at all. it speaks entirely of him and his character and also just his general lack of knowledge when it comes to health and disabled ppl. sending you so much love rn, you are going to get through this and find a much better form of peace because of it x

[ijustwant2write]

I’ll Be There To Save You-Halfdan The Black x Reader

(GIF credit to @sceawere​)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi, I really love your work! So... can you do a one shot about Rollo or Halfdan pls? idk where he saves the reader from being raped or something like that. Thanks’

Characters: Halfdan x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name 

Warnings: Almost rape, violence, fighting, gore (blood), swearing, remorse, insecurity, fluff at the end

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“I am aching from yesterday. You think we could take a day of rest to relish in the the glory, but no, onto the next village.” my friend Astra moaned, massaging her shoulder.

I smiled as I sharpened my sword.“Do I hear you complaining about raiding? I never thought I would see the day.”

“I love raiding as much as the next viking, but aren’t you tired? We seem to be going full force on this one.”

I sat back, checking over my weapon.“Yes, I suppose I am. This is our last stop though before we head home. And it seems that this village is tiny, it won’t take more than an hour to go through.”

“I guess you’re right.” she sighed.“Oh, look who is headed this way.”

Looking up, I followed her eye line, smiling as I spotted Halfdan.“Right on time as usual.”

“Why haven’t you two married yet? You’re both in love, you express that love in front of everyone, may as well take the next step.”

I put my sword away, scoffing before speaking.“Believe me, I ask myself that question almost everyday.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Maybe you’ll be engaged when I see you again.”

I rolled my eyes at her, both of us knew it wouldn’t be true. But she was right, it seemed odd that Halfdan hadn’t asked me. Each of us knew each other’s intentions, this wasn’t a situation where two people needed their beds warmed at night. I had made that extra clear when I started to feel things for him, threatening that if he humiliated me, I would not hesitate to hurt him. He had laughed at that, though I wasn’t offended; he was humoured by it because he had no intention to do that, he confessed his feelings for me too. And it had been surprising how comfortable he had been with publicising it, especially for a man that expressed himself through violence. 

“Good morning.” I smiled, welcoming the kiss he slowly placed on my lips.

"Are you ready for another day in paradise?"

I could never tell if he was serious when he spoke like that."You really do see the more positive side to everything, don't you?"

He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer into his body."You're the one that fell for me, so it must work."

"Are you ready? Do you have all of your weapons?" I asked, looking over his body.

"Yes, do you?"

I nodded.

"Stay close to me today, OK?"

"I always do. Anyway, this shouldn't be hard today."

"Don't underestimate the enemy. Please, don't get overexcited and run off."

"I promise!" I urged."Come on, we need to go."

People parted as Halfdan and I approached. The raid was being led by his brother, Harald, meaning Halfdan was leading alongside him. I just got to tag along. Everyone was gearing themselves up for the charge, frustrated that we still had to walk for a half hour or so before the bloodshed began. Harald hugged his brother, patting each other on the back before he turned to me, grabbing my hand and kissing it. He always treated me like I was some sort of lady. Harald captured everyone's attention as he stood on top of a bench, raising his arms as a sign for people to silence themselves.

"Unfortunately, it is our last day of raiding, our last day of conquering another part of this land. I want to thank all of you, my brothers and sisters, for helping me in my quest to be king of all of Norway! We have been victorious at every battle, because we are strong! Because we are ruthless! Because we are viking!"

Everyone raised their weapons as they cheered, getting riled up and excited for the final battle. I glanced up at Halfdan, loving the expression on his face. Yes, he looked like a madman, but that was him at his best. He lived for this. Halfdan was born for fighting, the passion he had for it was amazing. I remember when I had been naive enough to think that killing was more important him than I was. He soon proved me wrong, countless times.

"Just think," Halfdan caught my attention as we began our short journey to the edge of the village,"after all of this, after we sail back home, we have all the time in the world to ourselves. In that house, all alone-"

"Don't cloud my mind before a fight. We can celebrate after." I winked.

"I'm just talking about the future."

"The future? Halfdan, what do you mean by that?"

"You just said you had to stay focused. We're almost there."

He was such a tease, in and out of bed. He was right though. I needed to think about what was ahead, even if it was going to be easy. We were quiet as we reached the village, though even from a few miles away, you could hear screams of panic. Harald ordered us to move quicker, almost running. Soon enough we were charging, battle cries ringing out and echoing across the land. I kept up with Halfdan, somehow able to not get mixed up with the rest of the army. There were warriors ahead of us who had broken down the pitiful barrier set up, and we were free to reign terror amongst these people.

Halfdan and I continued running as others started slaughtering and pillaging. We cut down those that tried to attack us with ease, smiling maniacally at each other. We slowed down, catching our breath, about to decide where to raid when a group of men charged towards us. Back to back, we fought against all types of attacks, sowrds and axes swinging down on us. I was concentrating so much on not getting killed, that I didn't realise that Halfdan and I got separated. It was finally one on one, but this man had no special skills; he was a bloke that thought he could easily outdo someone smaller than him, a stupid mistake to make. With one final swoop, I cut his neck open, watching as he fell to his knees, blood spurting out rapidly. Taking a second to catch my breath, I headed back to where I had left Halfdan, when someone pounced onto my back.

Crying out in pain as he landed on top of me, I kept a sturdy grip on my sword, trying to get him off me. However, he had a knife, and sliced the back of my hand, and instinctively I let go as I yelped. He grabbed my right shoulder, harshly rolling me onto my back. The sun was shining down, causing him to become a shadowy figure. He straddled me, but placed one knee on top of my torso, crushing my lungs.

He snarled as he leaned down, adding more pressure. I tried swinging a punch across his face when he was close enough, but he smirked as he easily dodged it by sitting back again.

"Get the fuck off me." I struggled to say, running out of air.

He finally got off me, but grabbed my legs, dragging me behind one of the shacks they called a house. I reached out for my sword, just missing it due to the speed he was walking. I couldn't scream yet, still gasping for air as I wriggled around, hoping it would make it hard for him to hold me. Nothing seemed to work, and it was only now that I started to panic.

"Get off me!" I shouted out."Help! HALFDAN!"

The man was laughing, it was sick and dark laugh. He let my legs drop, and there wasn't even time to crawl away. It was as if he jumped on me, and I felt breathless again. Thrashing my arms did nothing, he was even effected when I slapped him. Again, he flipped me over onto my front, lying on top of me. I cried out as I felt his hand travel down to my trousers, yanking them down before I felt him wriggle around.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I screeched, but it was muffled as he shoved my head into the ground, mud sticking to my face.

I started crying, my heart racing faster than it ever had. I was helpless. I couldn't do anything to help myself. No one was around, and if they were, they would think I was one of the villagers. His hips started moving around, and I just knew it was about to happen. Bracing myself, all I could do was cry, and hope this would be over soon.

I heard a man yell out in frustration, before the thudding of feet approached us, and the man holding me down cried out in pain, and his weight was lifted off of me. My body was shaking from fear, confused as to what had just happened.

"(Y/N)..." I heard Halfdan breathe out.

I couldn't move. No matter how much I wanted to, the urge to leave wasn't responding to my body.

"You're safe now. He's dead, he can't hurt you anymore." he whispered, kneeling down beside me.

I realised my trousers were still down, and so did Halfdan. He slowly reached out to cover me up, to regain some dignity, but I flinched away.

"No." I whimpered.

"(Y/N), please let me help you."

I looked up at him through teary eyes, nodding to let him know I was allowing him to touch me. I had never felt a gentler touch from him as he pulled up my trousers, before helping me sit up. My fingers clutched onto the material of his armour, and I felt more and more tears spilling out of my eyes. Glancing to my right, I saw the dead man, my sons becoming wails at this point. Halfdan hesitantly knelt down next to me, wrapping his arms around me slowly, but I quickly hugged him, too scared that if I let go, the man would get back up and continue.

The screams of the villagers was blanked out in my mind, I could smell the smoke from the fires started, and the horrid stench of blood from the man beside me as well as the blood on our clothes, but none of it really registered in my mind. This had never happened to me, I thought I was strong enough to avoid this sort of thing. That if anyone were to do this, I could easily strike them down.

"Let's get back to the camp. I think it's over." Halfdan quietly said, starting to stand up.

He held his hands out to get me on my feet, however, my hands wouldn't move. I was reluctant to hold them, and my heart broke when I saw Halfdan's face. When my hands finally met with his, I managed to stand, my legs also shook, and it was a long walk back for us.

There were questionable stares from everyone we passed. No one had ever seen me cry, only Halfdan, and that was once. They were all celebrating, showing off the riches hidden in the bland village, as well as boating about how many people they had killed. I couldn't even pretend to be happy. My crying hadn't ceased, it was silent now. I hung my head, almost ashamed of what had happened. Why couldn't I have stopped it from happening? Was I weaker now? Was I too cocky?

"And where are you two off to? You must celebrate with us before you enjoy your evening together!" Harald called out, the people surrounding laughing and holldering at his joke.

"Not now brother." Halfdan snapped.

Halfdan walked us to our tent, setting me down on our bed. My eyes were wide as I continued to whimper, desperate to erase that dirty feeling from my body and mind. Halfdan knelt in front of me, reaching out for my hand again when I retracted from it, clutching my other hand on my chest. I realised what I had done as soon as it happened.

"I'm sorry Halfdan." I shakily breathed out."I didn't mean that. It's just...that man, he touched me and-"

Halfdan gently shushed me."You're safe (Y/N). I would never do anything to harm you. That bastard is gone now, I wish I could have given him a more slow, painful death. But I had to save you."

"I know. Thank you Halfdan."

He sadly smiled.

"I feel so weak. Why couldn't I stop him?"

"He played dirty. He was not a man. And you are the strongest woman on this earth. The God's would not have kept you alive on all these raids if not."

"Why me?"

"I don't know."

Although it wasn't very loving, I reached out to cup Halfdan's cheek in my hand, still nervous about this much contact.

"I'm so sorry for not being there with you. I lost you and looked all over when something told me where you were, like an instinct. I should have been there."

"You saved me Halfdan."

"I know but-"

I shook my head frantically."Let's not talk about it anymore. Would...would you lie down beside me?"

"Of course."

He let me move by myself, letting me get comfy before he cautiously laid beside me. I was on my back, and I could feel his eyes watching me. My hand slid across the bed to meet his, and I felt comfort and warmth as he interlaced our fingers. After taking a few deep breaths, I was confident enough to roll onto my side, seeing Harald already looking at me, and shuffling to be closer to him. There was a small smile on his face as he careful wrapped his arms around me, placing a gentle kiss on my head.

"I love you (Y/N). I will always be there to protect you."

[itsclydebitches]

With respect, Ironwood brought an army to deal with a covert threat. In his FIRST appearance he'd had ozpin removed from the tournament staff with secret meetings. He was told many times his embargo was hurting the city, he kept a woman on life support prisoner and his treatment of Robyn convinced a technically legal protest into an outright criminal. Not to mention he abandons the best defense humanity has against the Grimm to keep some control. Shooting a dissenter seem very in character

“Ironwood brought an army to deal with a covert threat” - For which he was suitably chastised by Ozpin. It’s a whole conversation in “Welcome to Beacon” and, back when RWBY was doing a better job of handling these complex issues, that conversation gives weight to both sides. Ironwood isn’t trying to, idk, take over Beacon or something with his army. He wants to be prepared in order to help people. “I’m just being cautious.” Ozpin points out that scaring everyone won’t help, but notably the story acknowledges that Ozpin’s preferences are far from full-proof. “Do you really believe your children can win a war?” Can you prove to me that the kids we’re training will be enough when the shit hits the fan? Ozpin doesn’t have an answer. He dodges answering by saying only that he hopes his kids won’t have to fight, not that he has unwavering faith that they will win. Then Beacon falls. Ozpin dies. Ironwood is left alone with an entire kingdom to keep safe and I think it’s worth acknowledging that he did that. Mantle is far from perfect, there’s a lot there to fix, but the people are alive and that’s in part thanks to the soldiers that keep the grimm from eating them all. The rest? That’s due to Penny, a symbol of hope that Ironwood gave to the people. He learned that from this conversation with Ozpin. 

“In his FIRST appearance he'd had ozpin removed from the tournament staff with secret meetings.” - It’s not Ironwood’s first appearance. He meets with the inner circle, has his talk with Ozpin, introduces his Atlesian knights to the public, attends the Beacon dance, discovers Ruby fighting Cinder, later compliments Ruby for her initiative in Ozpin’s office, confides in Glynda that night, and helps defend Vale against Roman’s attack. So your implication that as his “first” appearance this tells us he’s really an irredeemable person is not accurate. 

Second, I’ve seen this claim a lot the last couple of months and I finally went back to find/watch the scene for myself (it’s in “Breach”). These were not secret meetings. Ironwood “reported” to the council which I assume is what he’s supposed to do. Given that he is a Headmaster. And this is the council overseeing the schools. Keeping updated is their entire deal. Were these reports fair to Ozpin? We don’t know. You might assume they’re full of lies and horrible misrepresentations, but that’s not what the text tells us. Ironwood told the council Ozpin’s plans, then the council said, ‘No way are you holding the Vytal festival with those precautions alone.’ Then the council asked Ironwood to provide troops for additional security. Did Ironwood manipulate the council and paint Ozpin as a villain to get what he wanted? Maybe. Did Ironwood objectively say precisely what’s going on - Ozpin thinks his huntsmen are enough to keep everyone safe in the event of an attack - and the council, independent of him, came to the conclusion that it wasn’t enough? Maybe. Again, we don’t know. What we do know is that Ironwood is doing all this because he honestly believes it will help others. He begs Ozpin to understand that: “This is the right move, Ozpin. I promise I will keep our people safe. You have to trust me.” And you know what? He wasn’t entirely wrong. No one could have predicted that Salem’s minions would take control of his army. Ironwood did, however, predict that there would be an attack too large for a bunch of students to handle... and he was right. Beacon fell because a those half-trained kids weren’t enough to hold off a major attack, but Ironwood did everything he could to try and prevent that. In a slightly better world where his army wasn’t unexpectedly taken advantage of, that could have easily been what turned the tide of battle and saved Beacon instead. The world where everyone views Ironwood as a hero for providing those extra forces is just a smidge away from the world where everyone views Ironwood as a villain for inadvertently providing the enemy with those extra forces... but the forces themselves are not a black and white bad thing to have. Not in a world where your festivities are interrupted by the giant bird trying to eat the audience. 

“He was told many times his embargo was hurting the city” - Yes, the embargo hurts the city financially. Ironwood is attempting to keep it from being hurt in the ‘everyone is wiped out’ kind of way. Post the Fall of Beacon he’s unsure if the other Kingdoms will declare war against Atlas or not, so it’s not wise to continue giving them one of the easiest means of attack. That’s the official story, but Ironwood (and the audience) know that Salem has also been collecting dust for a while now... so how about we stop giving her any more? Was this the right move to make? Are short-term economic difficulties worth avoiding the risk of potentially supplying enemies with the means of destroying you? I can’t answer that, but it’s not a clear-cut bad decision like you’re making it out to be. Retroactively we can say that no one attacked Atlas and Salem seems to have stopped collecting dust because the writers forgot about it... but Ironwood doesn’t get to see into the future. He didn’t know things would turn out this way. Once again, he’s trying to prevent tragedies, not just survive them when they come along. The balance between short-term sacrifice and long-term protection is far from an easy thing to strike and a character’s failure to achieve perfection despite their best efforts says more about their luck than their morals. Ironwood is an incredibly flawed man, but those flaws have always shown throw via his attempts to help others. 

“He kept a woman on life support prisoner” - Are we talking abut Amber of Fria here? Either way that’s a gross misrepresentation of what happened and, frankly, does little to make me receptive to your other arguments. Amber was attacked, Qrow brought her back to the inner circle, Ironwood kept her alive so that the rest of the power wouldn’t immediately pass to Cinder (and, I would think, because this group isn’t in the habit of just letting friends die if at all possible). Fria was the Winter Maiden, she got dementia, and Ironwood had her live out the rest of her days in a facility so that a) no one murdered her, b) a Maiden with dementia didn’t wreak havoc on the city (we saw her powers go wild during the fight), and c) the power passed to an ally when she finally died. How do you know Fria was a prisoner? Was there a scene I missed where she said as much or, just as likely, might she have agreed to these precautions once her memory started to fade? Amber, meanwhile, was in a coma and unable to consent to anything. Ironwood did not kidnap her for nefarious experimentation, nor do we have any evidence that he held Fria hostage. That sort of thinking only makes “sense” when we’re already inclined to paint a character’s every action as morally corrupt. Is a 80 year old who keeps wandering into the street held prisoner because they were put in a home where they could be taken care of? That’s this with the added complications of “The 80 year old could kill everyone with magic. Or reveal to the world that magic exists” and “A lot of people want to kill this 80 year old” and “If they succeed the world is #screwed.” 

“His treatment of Robyn convinced a technically legal protest into an outright criminal” - Robyn is a criminal. Ironwood never stopped her from protesting. He required that she a) not spy on a classified project, b) not keep his men from working on that project, and c) not steal supplies meant for that project... all actions that are illegal. Honestly I’m not entirely sure what this phrase is saying. That Ironwood forced Robyn to become a criminal? If so, we once again need to discuss agency and how Character A doing something that Character B doesn’t like does not give Character B blanket justification for every horrible choice they might make. 

“Not to mention he abandons the best defense humanity has against the Grimm to keep some control” - I’m not sure what this is referring to either. What defense? The wall? Amity? Mantle? “To keep control”? That’s another incredibly simplified and subjective view of events. I’ve already done enough work on this blog to explain why, based on the group’s current knowledge, Ironwood’s plan is horrifying but also the best they’ve currently got. It’s not a grab at power, no matter how easy it is to paint it as that and move along. The morality of these actions is absolutely in question, but the motivation is not. We’ve seen no evidence - and a great deal of evidence against it - that Ironwood is simply out to maintain power.  

Nothing here proves that Ironwood would be willing to shoot an allied kid. “Ironwood did controversial things in the name of protecting others” does not equal “Ironwood is willing to murder an ally.” Rather, these things contradict because we’ve spent six volumes with Ironwood pushing every limit possible to help others, not attack them. Lists like these likewise ignore everything that Ironwood did which doesn’t support shooting Oscar: every conversation he’s ever had where he didn’t attack someone for disagreeing with him, every action he’s taken being in the service of helping others (even if there’s disagreement about how to best go about that), him flipping his gun around when Qrow (presumably) attacked him, reassuring the Vytal students that there’s no shame in running from the fight, confiding in Glynda, standing up for Weiss, sending Yang her arm, being overjoyed to (he thinks) see Ozpin again, willingly training Oscar, choosing to trust RWBYJNR with both his plan and the relic, listening to them later about Robyn and telling the council about Salem, destroying his arm to protect the people, choosing arrest rather than, I don’t know, just trying to straight up kill Team RWBY for daring to say no to him. Because isn’t that the Ironwood you’ve described above? Someone who won’t hesitate to do anything to get what he wants, even murder? It’s a compelling character, but I don’t think we’ve seen that character anywhere prior to Volume 7′s finale. That character is the opposite of who we had before. When things get tough, stressful, and traumatic the show has said, time and time again, that this is how Ironwood treats his allies

So it’s a bit jarring to suddenly go, “Never mind. He shoots them now.” 

[imaginefan]

Life Saving Garden

Ambrose Spellman X Reader 

Word Count: 775

Requested: Anon

Request: OPEN REQUESTS ?? CHILLING ADVENTURES OF SABRINA ???? HERE I AAAAAAAAAM oh God I’m glad you added that to your list ! I would like to request an imagine with Ambrose, the witch he likes gets badly wounded during idk a fight and he buries her in their garden and waits until she comes back? and like fluff and jokes

You were a good friend of Ambrose since you were children, you didn't follow the same philosophy in life, his ended up getting him put under house arrest, you were there for him after his arrest and you were the one that often brought him things that he couldn't get himself, you guys grew really close, you were never really found apart you helped him with his work and you made your own fun at the house, you never really fit in with the witches of your coven but the Spellmans were different and you were lucky to be accepted and treated as one of the family.

This meant that when everything happened with Sabrina you knew as much as they did, they considered trying to keep it from you but with the amount of time that you spent at the house that would cause more harm than good, in the end, it didn't really do much to stop you from being hurt though a demon came looking for Sabrina and the first place that they came looking for her was the house where you and Ambrose were, there was a knock at the door and you told him that you would get it, when you opened the door there was a woman standing there "can I help you?" You asked. "Oh um does Sabrina live here?" She asked. "Can I ask who you are?" You asked and she smiled. "I'm one of Sabrina's teachers from her school in Greendale and I just wanted to talk to her make sure she's okay." She answered and you nodded. "Well I'm sorry but she's not here." You knew that Sabrina was upstairs with Nick. "Maybe if you leave a name she can come by and see you tomorrow." You turned away for a second to grabbed some paper but when you turned back you were hit, you looked to see that in place of the woman was a very ugly and imposing demon and you needed to keep the thing downstairs and away from Sabrina, the commotion must have brought Ambrose upstairs because you caught sight of him to the left of you, you thought that you were doing pretty well dodging out of the way and throwing spells at it until it grabbed you, your eyes caught the other two occupants at the top of the stairs, the demon was about to drop you but you grabbed it's attention again by hitting it around the head, it roared before throwing you to the side, your back it a table it shattered under your weight and parts embedded into your skin and a larger chunk and gone straight through your stomach. "That's unfortunate." "(Y/N)!" Ambrose called to you. "Focus!" You scolded as you tried to pull yourself up into a sitting position, the pain distracted you from what was actually happening in front of you because, by the time you had managed to sit up Ambrose was sitting in front of you, you coughed and wiped the blood from your mouth. "It's gone?" "Yes, it's gone." Ambrose nodded as he sat next to you. "He got me huh?" You asked. "Don't worry about that, we can fix it." He answered as he gently moved you so that you were leaning against him. "Where's Sabrina and Nick?" You asked. "Don't worry about them, they're fine." He answered brushing the hair out of your face "You know there was something that I never told you." "Yeah what's that?" He asked a small smile on his face. "I love you." You answered, he looked down shocked but your eyes were closed, you'd died, he lifted you walked out into the garden where Nick and Sabrina were digging a hole, Ambrose gently laid you in it, they covered you over and Ambrose waited.

A couple of hours later you were clawing your way out of a shallow grave "You didn't tell me that you had a life-saving garden." You chastised as you dusted yourself not that it did much for making you look better. "A family has to have some secrets." Ambrose winked as we walked over, he pressed his hand to your stomach where your wound had been and sighed before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your lips. You pushed him away though. "Ambrose I'm covered in dirt and possibly earthworms." You reminded him. "I don't care I love you but if it bothers you so much we can always go upstairs and have a shower." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and you rolled your head before taking his hand and walking back to the house.

Requests and general question!

[ragnarachael]

Hi! Are you still taking requests for Peter? Your Parker!Reader verse is ssooooo Good!! Can I request one where before Morgan is born, Tony sees Reader taking care of Peter who's Idk sick or something? And he finds it really cute and fluffy cause you're cuddling cause Peter is a cuddle bear and then Tony's like lEt's hAvE kIdS. You don't have to tbh 💙💙

CHIQUITITA, TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG

Pairing: Peter Parker x Sister!Reader, Tony Stark x Parker!Reader

Word Count: 1,508

Summary: Peter's sick and barely singing along to Mamma Mia. You take it upon yourself as Peter's sister to try and make him feel better. Tony helps the best he can before he’s off to a meeting. Later in the day, he accidentally brings up a topic you've yet to discuss in your relationship.

Author’s Ramblings: i went a little wild with this so... whoops. i really should put this series in order, but i’m far too lazy to even think about that at the moment. after this i’m posting the last 3 wip guessing game asks and then going back to work on THE fic! (also i’m trying out this new formatting for when i write whole oneshots instead of drabbles, don’t mind me)

Peter was sick. Peter Benjamin Parker, who proclaimed that he never got sick—which was frankly a lie, due to your family’s history of shitty immune systems—was sick and whining as he lounged around on the couch of the Avenger’s Compound.

He was leaning on Thor’s shoulder while he kept two separate tissues up both sides of his nose, Mamma Mia blaring on the flat screen in front of them. Thor seemed to be enjoying himself, his head moving along with the rhythm of the song that had been playing. You observed them both as you sipped on your coffee. Peter was quietly mumbling the lyrics to the song that was currently playing, sounding like he was in some weird state of delirium.

That’s what worried you. When you watch Mamma Mia with your brother, he’s electric. Usually, he’s up on his feet, doing most of the choreography, singing the male vocals almost perfectly; he’s never not sitting and barely bopping to the music.

“Hey Pete,” you said gently from where you stood near the kitchen island, moving a bit to let Tony get by you to grab a mug, “you okay?”

All Peter did in response was hold a thumbs up over the edge of the couch.

You sighed, placing your coffee mug down on the countertop before slipping past Tony and dodging Steve as you headed to where Peter and Thor were sitting.

There was no hesitation in your laughter when you saw how Peter solved his nose dripping problem. It’s exactly what you do and you completely get what May meant when she said the two of you were almost the same person.

“Peter,” you started, squatting down to meet his eyes, “did you take some medicine?”

“Yeah,” he huffed out, feeling around to his left to grab his bottle of water he had with him. “I took some.”

“How long ago?” You asked, reaching a hand up to press it against his forehead. You clicked your tongue. He had a fever for sure and with his luck, it’s probably rising.

Peter shrugged as he kept watching the TV screen, resting his chin on the top of his bottle.

You glanced over at Thor with a questioning look. Thor returned it just as the music to the scene that was playing stopped.

“What?”

“Were you awake with him when he took the medicine, Thor?”

“No. Loki and I returned from Asgard just over an hour ago.”

You nodded and gave him a smile, turning your gaze back to your baby brother. Emphasis on the baby.

“How’s about I take you to your room and I’ll make some soup for you? That sound good, bubba?”

Peter didn’t even have to say yes or no because you were gently pulling him up from the couch with little struggle, slinging his arm around your shoulders so you could guide him back to his room. 

He was groaning quietly the whole way, mumbling stuff about Mamma Mia and Thor being comfortable. Just before you could get into the hallway with Peter, you nudged your head into the hall in Tony’s direction to get his help.

You continued trying to hold all of Peter’s weight yourself before Tony was coming to your rescue, throwing the other arm over his shoulders.

“Don’t worry champ, we’ve got ya,” he said reassuringly, a hand splayed in between his shoulders.

Eventually, you got Peter in bed and instructed Tony to get all of his things he brought out to the couch while you got on making the soup you mentioned earlier.

Part of you wished May was back in town so you didn’t have to care for Peter like this, since you couldn’t always handle how whiny your brother gets when he’s sick, but another part of you didn’t care that much. You weirdly enjoyed doing this as of late, and you couldn’t place it.

Once the soup was done, you got a bowl and spoon together for Peter and carefully navigated your way back to Peter’s room, telling whoever you passed that there’s soup, if they wanted any.

Tony was lounging in Peter’s bed, staring at one of the walls that seemed to have Star Wars projecting on it.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw how soft Tony looked with Peter in this moment. Even though Tony was still dressed up for a meeting he had within the next hour, he looked so cozy.

“Hey,” you said, kicking the door open wider with your foot, “I got the soup. You’re free to go.”

Tony’s eyes were still on the projection of the movie as he replied with a grunt.

You couldn’t hide your chuckle as you placed the bowl of soup down and gently tug his rolled up sleeve. “Mr. Stark, you’re needed elsewhere.”

Tony immediately looked at you thanks to that title and gave you a pout.

“It’s the best part!”

“It’s literally the opening credits. You’ve got a meeting,” you replied sternly, trying not to let the way Peter looked when you started to gently peel him from Tony’s chest pull on your heart strings.

“Fine, fine! I won’t have Pepper call it off,” Tony relented as you kept trying to get him to leave as he dramatically resisted to get Peter to laugh. You could hear your brother laughing the same time as you when you finally got Tony to the doorway.

“Behave, Tony.”

“What’s in it for me if I do?” He asked, raising a brow as he lowered his vocal register. You knew what he was doing, and you weren’t going to let it work.

“Go, Tony.” You pressed your lips to his and pulled away before he could grab you and pull you closer. “Or I’m going to break some of your tech again.”

“Can you take this away from me?” Peter asked loudly, with a bit of energy. You turned to look at him, raising a brow.

“You’re supposed to be sick, y’know.”

“I am,” Peter heaved, starting to reach for the soup you left on the nightstand, “doesn’t mean I can’t talk. Now can I please have someone watch Star Wars with me?”

You sighed and rubbed a hand over your face, giving Tony one last look for him to get lost before turning back around and quickly passing Peter the bowl of soup he’s still reaching for. 

Tony stayed in the doorway for a moment, watching you walk away before letting a dramatic sigh out, starting to slink down the hall back to the main living space.

Peter actually ate all of the soup, to your surprise. Although he did sip at the broth during the first Star Wars movie before actually eating the noodles and extra things you put in that you knew he’d eat. But he still ate it, and that’s all that mattered.

When Tony came back to check on the two of you after his meeting, he caught the both of you dozed off as the third movie started to play. Peter’s head was resting on your shoulder, his face smushed into your collarbone while your head was resting against the pillows. Your arms were wrapped around him protectively while it looked like Peter was trying to make his body morph into yours.

He had his legs tangled with yours, almost like you were playing twister. It was then Tony remembered that Peter liked sleeping in weird positions like that.

The kid was weird, but he loved him anyway.

Tony couldn’t place why his mind was going haywire over the fact of you cuddling with your brother, it might just be because it was so cute. Both of you were adorable in your own rights, and it was tugging some thought from the crevices of his mind.

“Tony?” You questioned with your sleep filled tone, sitting up slightly, only stopping when Peter shifted his face on your shoulder.

Tony didn’t hold back the smile he had for you and carefully walked farther into the room, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Hey, dear.”

“How’d the meeting go?”

“It went,” Tony replied, not at all thinking before speaking, “you’re great with kids.”

You tilted your head in confusion, pulling one of your arms from Peter to rub at your eye. “Kids?”

Tony shook his head instantly, not wanting to get on that topic right now. With Peter in the room? It’s a dangerous shot to take.

“Forget I said anything, you’re dreaming, this is a dream,” Tony recovered quickly, which caused you to let out a quiet laugh.

“We’re talking about that later, Stark.”

“What? Talking about kids? What’re kids?”

“Babe—”

Tony cut you off again, continuing to pretend you weren’t asking questions about what he said, gently moving to sit on the emptiest edge of the bed possible as you tried to smother your laughter.

Finally, you decided to play along, just so he could join you and Peter in bed for a nap. However, you’re definitely pressing on the whole “kids” topic later.

[megashadowdragon]

itsclydebitches

With respect, Ironwood brought an army to deal with a covert threat. In his FIRST appearance he'd had ozpin removed from the tournament staff with secret meetings. He was told many times his embargo was hurting the city, he kept a woman on life support prisoner and his treatment of Robyn convinced a technically legal protest into an outright criminal. Not to mention he abandons the best defense humanity has against the Grimm to keep some control. Shooting a dissenter seem very in character

sent by anonymous

“Ironwood brought an army to deal with a covert threat” - For which he was suitably chastised by Ozpin. It’s a whole conversation in “Welcome to Beacon” and, back when RWBY was doing a better job of handling these complex issues, that conversation gives weight to both sides. Ironwood isn’t trying to, idk, take over Beacon or something with his army. He wants to be prepared in order to help people. “I’m just being cautious.” Ozpin points out that scaring everyone won’t help, but notably the story acknowledges that Ozpin’s preferences are far from full-proof. “Do you really believe your children can win a war?” Can you prove to me that the kids we’re training will be enough when the shit hits the fan? Ozpin doesn’t have an answer. He dodges answering by saying only that he hopes his kids won’t have to fight, not that he has unwavering faith that they will win. Then Beacon falls. Ozpin dies. Ironwood is left alone with an entire kingdom to keep safe and I think it’s worth acknowledging that he did that. Mantle is far from perfect, there’s a lot there to fix, but the people are alive and that’s in part thanks to the soldiers that keep the grimm from eating them all. The rest? That’s due to Penny, a symbol of hope that Ironwood gave to the people. He learned that from this conversation with Ozpin.

“In his FIRST appearance he’d had ozpin removed from the tournament staff with secret meetings.” - It’s not Ironwood’s first appearance. He meets with the inner circle, has his talk with Ozpin, introduces his Atlesian knights to the public, attends the Beacon dance, discovers Ruby fighting Cinder, later compliments Ruby for her initiative in Ozpin’s office, confides in Glynda that night, and helps defend Vale against Roman’s attack. So your implication that as his “first” appearance this tells us he’s really an irredeemable person is not accurate.

Second, I’ve seen this claim a lot the last couple of months and I finally went back to find/watch the scene for myself (it’s in “Breach”). These were not secret meetings. Ironwood “reported” to the council which I assume is what he’s supposed to do. Given that he is a Headmaster. And this is the council overseeing the schools. Keeping updated is their entire deal. Were these reports fair to Ozpin? We don’t know. You might assume they’re full of lies and horrible misrepresentations, but that’s not what the text tells us. Ironwood told the council Ozpin’s plans, then the council said, ‘No way are you holding the Vytal festival with those precautions alone.’ Then the council asked Ironwood to provide troops for additional security. Did Ironwood manipulate the council and paint Ozpin as a villain to get what he wanted? Maybe. Did Ironwood objectively say precisely what’s going on - Ozpin thinks his huntsmen are enough to keep everyone safe in the event of an attack - and the council, independent of him, came to the conclusion that it wasn’t enough? Maybe. Again, we don’t know. What we do know is that Ironwood is doing all this because he honestly believes it will help others. He begs Ozpin to understand that: “This is the right move, Ozpin. I promise I will keep our people safe. You have to trust me.” And you know what? He wasn’t entirely wrong. No one could have predicted that Salem’s minions would take control of his army. Ironwood did, however, predict that there would be an attack too large for a bunch of students to handle… and he was right. Beacon fell because a those half-trained kids weren’t enough to hold off a major attack, but Ironwood did everything he could to try and prevent that. In a slightly better world where his army wasn’t unexpectedly taken advantage of, that could have easily been what turned the tide of battle and saved Beacon instead. The world where everyone views Ironwood as a hero for providing those extra forces is just a smidge away from the world where everyone views Ironwood as a villain for inadvertently providing the enemy with those extra forces… but the forces themselves are not a black and white bad thing to have. Not in a world where your festivities are interrupted by the giant bird trying to eat the audience.

“He was told many times his embargo was hurting the city” - Yes, the embargo hurts the city financially. Ironwood is attempting to keep it from being hurt in the ‘everyone is wiped out’ kind of way. Post the Fall of Beacon he’s unsure if the other Kingdoms will declare war against Atlas or not, so it’s not wise to continue giving them one of the easiest means of attack. That’s the official story, but Ironwood (and the audience) know that Salem has also been collecting dust for a while now… so how about we stop giving her any more? Was this the right move to make? Are short-term economic difficulties worth avoiding the risk of potentially supplying enemies with the means of destroying you? I can’t answer that, but it’s not a clear-cut bad decision like you’re making it out to be. Retroactively we can say that no one attacked Atlas and Salem seems to have stopped collecting dust because the writers forgot about it… but Ironwood doesn’t get to see into the future. He didn’t know things would turn out this way. Once again, he’s trying to prevent tragedies, not just survive them when they come along. The balance between short-term sacrifice and long-term protection is far from an easy thing to strike and a character’s failure to achieve perfection despite their best efforts says more about their luck than their morals. Ironwood is an incredibly flawed man, but those flaws have always shown throw via his attempts to help others.

“He kept a woman on life support prisoner” - Are we talking abut Amber of Fria here? Either way that’s a gross misrepresentation of what happened and, frankly, does little to make me receptive to your other arguments. Amber was attacked, Qrow brought her back to the inner circle, Ironwood kept her alive so that the rest of the power wouldn’t immediately pass to Cinder (and, I would think, because this group isn’t in the habit of just letting friends die if at all possible). Fria was the Winter Maiden, she got dementia, and Ironwood had her live out the rest of her days in a facility so that a) no one murdered her, b) a Maiden with dementia didn’t wreak havoc on the city (we saw her powers go wild during the fight), and c) the power passed to an ally when she finally died. How do you know Fria was a prisoner? Was there a scene I missed where she said as much or, just as likely, might she have agreed to these precautions once her memory started to fade? Amber, meanwhile, was in a coma and unable to consent to anything. Ironwood did not kidnap her for nefarious experimentation, nor do we have any evidence that he held Fria hostage. That sort of thinking only makes “sense” when we’re already inclined to paint a character’s every action as morally corrupt. Is a 80 year old who keeps wandering into the street held prisoner because they were put in a home where they could be taken care of? That’s this with the added complications of “The 80 year old could kill everyone with magic. Or reveal to the world that magic exists” and “A lot of people want to kill this 80 year old” and “If they succeed the world is #screwed.”

Nothing here proves that Ironwood would be willing to shoot an allied kid. “Ironwood did controversial things in the name of protecting others” does not equal “Ironwood is willing to murder an ally.” Rather, these things contradict because we’ve spent six volumes with Ironwood pushing every limit possible to help others, not attack them. Lists like these likewise ignore everything that Ironwood did which doesn’t support shooting Oscar: every conversation he’s ever had where he didn’t attack someone for disagreeing with him, every action he’s taken being in the service of helping others (even if there’s disagreement about how to best go about that), him flipping his gun around when Qrow (presumably) attacked him, reassuring the Vytal students that there’s no shame in running from the fight, confiding in Glynda, standing up for Weiss, sending Yang her arm, being overjoyed to (he thinks) see Ozpin again, willingly training Oscar, choosing to trust RWBYJNR with both his plan and the relic, listening to them later about Robyn and telling the council about Salem, destroying his arm to protect the people, choosing arrest rather than, I don’t know, just trying to straight up kill Team RWBY for daring to say no to him. Because isn’t that the Ironwood you’ve described above? Someone who won’t hesitate to do anything to get what he wants, even murder? It’s a compelling character, but I don’t think we’ve seen that character anywhere prior to Volume 7′s finale. That character is the opposite of who we had before. When things get tough, stressful, and traumatic the show has said, time and time again, that this is how Ironwood treats his allies

iron-and-ice I never thought I’d see people referring to Ironwood providing comfortable protected residence to an elderly woman in possession of magical WMD powers as ‘imprisonment’. Fria, unlike other ‘good guys’, understood what her duty was. Vol 7 MVP, undisputed.

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Three Can Play At That Game

Follow up to The Beast With Three Backs

Pairing:  Ben!Roger x (Bi) Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Summery: You’re taught how to behave.

Warnings: Smut!!!!, Dom!Rog, Dom!OC, Sub!Reader, drug mention, exhibitionism, public play (to the point where others see, but not full sex), smoking, humiliation/degradation, choking, edging/orgasm denial, restraints + gags, overstimulation, forced orgasm, oral all round (including face fucking and face sitting), facial, very very brief hint at a possible blood kink, nipple + clit clamps, spanking (hand + belt), I think thats everything lmao

Words: 8,896

A/N: Ya’ll, idk what to say. This is the longest, filthiest thing I’ve ever written. At one point towards the end I burst out laughing at the sheer fucking ridiculousness of the turn my life took to get me to this point, writing over 7k words of threesome smut. Literally what the fuck. I would also like to say that google is painfully unhelpful when you’re trying to get info on lesbian sex positions that aren’t oral so hats off to my wlw followers who’ve had to work that shit out on their own. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy this, I’m gonna go scream for three hours!

Tagslist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @labessieisallama @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @shae-is-not-ok

The afterparty was just as wild as Roger had promised it would be. Room after room packed full of people. Between the band and their crew and the various girls trying their best to draw their eyes, there was barely enough room to move. You pushed your way through the crowd, stopping occasionally to say hi to familiar faces, dodging around people dancing together and indulging in their drug of choice, some of whom offered you a hit. Finally, you spotted the man you were looking for, sitting with a drink in hand as he chatted with a couple of people you didn’t recognise. “Rog!” you waved to get his attention as you crossed the last of the distance between you. His hand darted out to grab your wrist and pull you down onto his lap as his friends took their leave. “Glad you could make it, Y/N. Took you long enough.” You poked your tongue out at his teasing, only to have him return the gesture. “You were incredible tonight.” You could tell he was still amped up from the performance, as well as whatever he’d taken before you got there, his fingers busy tapping out a beat against your thigh.   “You trying to tell me I’m not always incredible?” “Shut up, you know what I mean,”   “You’re right though. Was fucking electric up there, couldn’t’ve played off beat if I’d tried.” He grinned up at you but his fingers kept moving franticly over your skin. You covered his hand with your own, forcing him to stop. He blinked like he hadn’t realised what he was doing. “Gonna tap a hole through my leg if you keep that up,” you laughed, “you okay?” “Yeah, just full of energy,” He started tapping his foot rapidly, making his leg bounce, and you with it. “Think I could help with that,” you said softly, laying your palms on his chest as you leaned into his ear. The bouncing slowed and he grasped your thigh tighter, “And what did you have in mind exactly?” “Well, that’s for me to know,” You trailed your hand up his neck and wound your fingers through his hair, “And you to find out,” a sharp tug on his hair had you smiling at the way he gasped. “I do like the idea of making you beg though.” “If anyones gonna be begging tonight, it’s you,” he growled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hands wrapped around both your wrists, bringing them back down towards his chest as he pulled your ear lobe between his teeth. You swung one leg over his lap so you were straddling him, skirt riding up slightly in the process.   “Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” “You’re my pretty little slut. If I want you to beg, you’ll beg.” Your stomach clenched and your breath caught in your throat and you inwardly cursed him for being able to affect you so easily. “You going to start behaving then?” “You’re the one who needs to start behaving,” you said trying to wiggle your hands free. “That wasn’t a suggestion, love,” his grip on your wrists tightened. “But if you really aren’t going to do what you’re told, I’ll find someone else who will.” He shifted so he was holding your wrists in one hand and used the other to grab your face, finger tips digging into your cheeks making your lips puff out as he forced you to look where he wanted, “that girl in the striped top has been giving me eyes all fucking night. She wants very badly to impress me and if I told her to drop to her knees right this second, she would. Same could be said about the one over there in the purple hot pants. And look, isn’t that you’re little plaything, Linda.”   “Girlfriend,” you tried to say despite his grip, as you watched Linda weave her way through the crowd towards you, the bright pink bandana in her hair recognisable from a mile away.   “Same diff. Don’t think I’d have any trouble convincing her to ditch you for the night.” All you could do was whimper as he turned your head back towards him, locking eyes with you. “So you’re going to behave.” Not a question this time. “Yes, Sir,”   He let go of you, almost as forcefully as he’d held you, and brought his hands down to rest lightly on your thighs, watching to see what you’d do. You were tempted to rub the spots on your cheeks where his fingers had been but you resisted. His gaze held firm, even after you let your eyes drop downwards, making your skin tingle with the weight of it on you. He took a moment, sizing you up, before he next spoke. “Strip.” Your eyes grew wide as saucers as you quickly looked back up to his face, “S-strip Sir?” “Don’t pretend that doesn’t turn you on.” His fingers resumed their tapping as if you hadn’t interrupted the beat earlier. “We’ve been fucking long enough now that I’m well aware you like the danger of being caught with you pants around your knees, so to speak. You’ve had no problem letting me finger you in restaurants, or backstage after shows, surrounded by roadies. Never cum harder than when I pushed you up against that big window at Freddie’s place, when you knew that if the boys turned around, they’d see you, tits hanging out, begging me to fuck you harder. So stripping here shouldn’t be a problem.” As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right. The memory of the cool glass under your palms and Roger’s grip on your waist had you rocking your hips, not helped by the rapid tapping creeping steadily higher up your thigh. If you closed your eyes you could still see Brian moving to turn back towards the house. Could hear that voice in your head willing him to see you as your orgasm shuddered through you. The quiet disappointment when Freddie reached out and pointed in the opposite direction catching his attention once more. Roger clicked his fingers near your ear to bring you back to the present.   “Haven’t got all night, love.” You grabbed the hem of your shirt and yanked it up. “That’s what I thought.”

“Hey Rog,” “Lindy, good to see you!” Roger’s voice was muffled by the shirt as you tugged it over your head. “What’s got into her?” Linda asked indicating your now bare chest that had drawn both her and Roger’s attention. Roger absentmindedly played with one of your nipples as he replied, his steady voice the complete antithesis of how you felt. “She’s trying to prove she’s a good slut who can follow directions.” Linda hummed and took a swig of the beer clutched in her hand. She reached out and twisted the nipple Roger hadn’t claimed, pulling a squeak from the back of your throat, “Can I help?” “You want to?” “You seem surprised.” She was still pinching your nipple making you arch your back. Roger shrugged, “After last time I just assumed you’d prefer to be in her position.” “Last time I was nervous and stepping way out of my comfort zone. I’m not always quite so meek.” “Yeah, I think I’m starting to see that.” He laughed as Linda finally released your nipple, and you let out the breath you’d been holding.  

The looks Roger and Linda gave you made you feel like a helpless mouse caught between two hungry cats who liked to play with their food. Your cheeks were burning under their gazes, the knowledge that so many people could see you squirming, topless, on Roger’s lap hitting you harder now that Linda was involved. You were certain there’d be stories spread through London, and further, about this moment. Exaggerations would be made about the state of your undress, assumptions made about what exactly was going on – surely more than just straddling his lap. You shivered at the thought and stifled a whine that would only have added fuel to the rumour mill’s fire. Linda placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up as she leaned closer, her breath tickling your slightly parted lips. You tried to close the gap but she wrapped her hand around your throat before you could. “Not yet, sweetie.” You pouted, throwing her your best puppy dog eyes but she just squeezed your throat tighter as Roger slipped his hands round to grab your arse. “What say we get our brat somewhere a little more private?” Linda held onto your throat as she pushed you off Roger’s lap. She gave you a quick peck on the lips before she released you. “Be a good girl and wait for us in the car, love,” Roger said into your ear, “driver should be there, he’ll let you in.” “Can I have my shirt back, Sir?” “You’re lucky I’m letting you keep the skirt. We’ll be down soon,” he leaned forward to swat your bum and push you off into the crowd. “And don’t try to cover yourself,” Linda’s voice followed you as you headed for the door.

It was easy to keep yourself from covering your chest as you weaved through the crowd, passing other half-dressed people as they shared drinks and smokes. Once you got outside though it became much harder. For one thing, you no longer had the warmth of bodies in a confined space, left only with the cold night air biting at your skin. For another, you could no longer feel Roger’s or Linda’s gazes following you. It was much harder to stay obedient when you were on your own. You wrapped your arms around your chest as you walked towards the car, rubbing some warmth back into your arms, keenly aware of the driver looking you over. He let you into the back seat with a grin as you allowed your arms to fall back down to your sides now that you were in the relative warmth of the car. The wait for Roger and Linda was excruciating. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, tempted to just quickly rub one out while you waited. Knowing the driver was watching only made the temptation worse since you were sure he’d tattle and it’d result in you being punished. The idea of being bratty enough to earn a spanking had you biting your lip but the decision was made for you as the door opened once more and Linda climbed in next to you. You could see Roger through the windscreen, leaning against the hood of the car as he chatted cheerfully with the driver. Your attention was diverted as Linda’s fingers trailed up your side.   “I like seeing you like this,” she said as she palmed your breasts. “Like what?” “Obedient. Submissive.” She let one hand fall to your lap, pushing your skirt up your thigh so she could tease you over your underwear as she leaned in to kiss you. “I could say the same of you” You tried to keep your voice steady but it came out slightly more breathless than you would have liked. “Rog reckons you’re gonna be a real brat.” “Does he now?” “We’re going to have so much fun breaking you.” She slipped off the seat to kneel between your feet, hooking her fingers into your underwear and dragging them slowly down your legs. “God you’re so wet. This cos you had your tits out for everyone?” You whined as she ran a single finger along your cunt up to your clit. “Oh that is a lovely sound,” Roger said as he climbed into the car, bringing a faint whiff of smoke with him. A second later you heard the front door close and the car start. You began rolling slowly out of the carpark.   “She’s soaked Rog, you were right.” “Told you she likes when people know what a slut she is.” You whined again as Linda continued to tease you, trailing her fingers up and down your slick folds. Roger leaned past you to wind down your window. “On your knees. Hold on to the door.” You got into position, shivering slightly as you were once again exposed to the cold night air. “I’ve just found out something very interesting about our slut. Apparently, she decided it was okay to disobey us. Covered up her tits on her way down to the car.” “Well that is naughty.” Linda said from her position on the floor, tracing her wet fingers up and down the inside of your thigh, already making you feel slightly breathless, “you gonna defend yourself?” “It was cold,” you yelped as Linda pinched you. “Aww, it was cold was it?” Roger said in a mocking baby voice. He then spoke to Linda, “Finger her, but don’t let her cum just yet. She needs to be reminded who’s in charge.” Linda laughed as she pushed two fingers into you, making you whine out the open window. You felt Roger’s hand tangle into the ends of your hair and he tugged on it as he spoke, pulling you inside so you could hear him clearly. “You’ve got a long ride ahead of you. Don’t even think about moving your hands off that door until I say you can.” “Yes, Sir,” “You’re our pretty little toy tonight.” his fingers began their tapping again, trailing over your backside, “We tell you to drop to your knees, you’ll drop to your knees. We tell you to be silent, you’ll be fucking silent. Clear?” “Yes, Sir,” He hummed, “I hope so.” He released your hair, and you dropped your head forward, the movement of the car making the wind sting your cheeks.   At that moment the car came to a halt at a red light. Linda was relentless as she fingered you, pulling a constant stream of gasps and curses from your lips. “Please let me cum, I wanna cum, I wanna cum, please, so bad.” Your voice was loud enough for a couple passing on the street to notice you, stopping in their tracks to watch your bare breasts bounce as you tried to force Linda deeper.   “Told you that you’d be the one begging,” you heard Roger say as grabbed your hips to stop you. The light changed and the car took off again, the night snatching the moans and frustrated cries from your mouth as you sped off. Your hair whipped around your face, the entire top half of your body was covered in goose bumps and your fingers, resolutely clutching the open window, felt numb with cold. Roger’s hands shifted from you and you felt him moving around. Moments later something was placed against your lower back and you felt Roger writing on what you realised what a crumpled piece of paper. You could hear Roger and Linda talking, their conversation interrupted as Roger wrote or crossed out something, but couldn’t make out what they were saying over the roar of the wind and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. It was humiliating, knowing passers-by could hear you whining and catch glimpses of you as you drove by, knowing you were dripping down Linda’s hand, while they were more concerned with using you as a table.

You jumped slightly when Roger pulled you back into the car. Linda’s fingers left you as she moved to wind the window back up and you felt like you could breathe freely again. You shivered slightly as Roger pulled you against him, rubbing your arms to warm them up. Linda got off the floor and pushed your legs open. “Can’t have you clenching your thighs together, now can we?” she asked as she leaned over you. You whined as she traced a finger round your nipple before replacing it with her tongue.   “Oh! She’s all cold,” Linda laughed, “gonna have to warm her up a bit.” She switched to your other nipple, sucking it into her mouth. The contrast between the cold of the night and the warmth of her touch almost stung as she kneaded your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers, her breath tickling you as she left a wet trail across your chest. Roger pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck, and began nipping and sucking at your pulse point. It was only another two minutes or so before the car pulled up outside the hotel, but by the time the engine had been turned off you were begging to cum again in between breathless pants.   “Time to let the real fun start,” Roger growled against your ear before he got out of the car, offering you his hand as you tried to stand on shaky legs. Linda wrapped her arm around your waist and you both followed Roger towards the counter. The brush of Linda’s hair on your neck and her shirt tickling your side reminded you of just how undressed you were, and your cheeks grew hot as you realised the very few people in the lobby were staring at you. You watched Roger lean against the counter as he talked to the woman stationed there. Her eyes flicked back to you every few moments but otherwise she maintained her professionalism. He handed over the crumpled paper he’d been writing on and you saw her smile and say “we’ll do our best to get these for you”.   “What was that about?” You asked when Roger returned, leading you towards the elevator. “Nothing to worry your pretty little head over. Yet, anyway.”

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow. Roger grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back as soon as the doors were shut. Linda slipped her hand under your skirt as you watched the floor numbers tick by, praying that no one else was going to get in. Two floors away from where Roger’s room was, you jerked to a stop and the doors slid open. Linda pulled her fingers from you just as a young couple, dressed to the nines, stuck their heads into the open door. “Are you going up or down?” “Up,” Roger replied with a smile, his grasp on your wrists tightening. The couple withdrew again, unabashedly staring at you. “Oh my god,” you half moaned softly, closing your eyes as you tilted your head back against Roger’s shoulder. “Must have hit the wrong button,” Roger said, throwing Linda a wink.

Thankfully you didn’t meet anyone else on your way to Roger’s room. He unlocked the door and pushed you inside, making you stumble slightly. “Skirt and shoes off.” You hastened to obey, leaving you completely naked next to the still fully dressed other two. Once you’d kicked your shoes to the side Roger strode forward, grabbing you by the throat. “Such an eager little whore we’ve got,” he said to Linda, who was hurredly removing her own clothes, his grip on your throat tightening. “Knew she liked being seen but didn’t realise it’d make her drip so much.” You opened your mouth try to argue but he just squeezed tighter.   “What’s that, whore? Couldn’t hear you,”   Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your chest got tight, as Roger walked you backwards through the short hallway. He finally released your throat, leaving you gasping for air, as you were flung onto the bed. Before you had the chance to recover Linda, now in just her underwear, straddled your lap, pushing your arms over your head as she brought her lips to yours. You whined into her kiss as Roger secured your arms to the bed head with a couple of ties he’d got from his suitcase. “Hey! No fair,” you whined as Linda pulled away from you.   “Fair is whatever we say it is, now be quiet,” Linda said as she reached up to grab Roger’s shirt and pulled him down into a fierce kiss. You struggled against your restraints, unable to pull your eyes from where their lips met, catching flashes of their tongues delving deeper into each other’s mouths. Roger’s hands slid around Linda as he deftly undid her bra, letting it drop to the ground, all without breaking the kiss. You jerked your hips up as you pulled at the ties, and Linda broke the kiss giggling. “She’s so cute when she struggles, isn’t she Rog?” “You can talk,” you spat out quickly, “Should have seen her the other night. Face down, arse up, trying so hard to rock against the fingers I had buried in her cunt while she begged me to go faster. She was a mess by the time I gave in and fucked her.” “That’s an awfully bold thing to say, coming from someone who can’t move. You’re at our mercy tonight and if I were you, I’d keep my fucking mouth shut.” “Thought you liked my mouth?” Your cheek stung from the slap Roger laid on you as he growled out, “Gag her. The dumb bitch seems to have forgotten what I told her in the car.” Linda tugged the bandana from her hair and slipped it between your teeth, tying it off behind your head.   “Knew she was gonna be a right fucking brat. Gonna have to teach her how to behave.” “How? Spanking?” Linda’s eyes lit up and you decided she sounded far too excited by the prospect for your liking, though it was what you’d been hoping for earlier.   “I had something else in mind. Actually, I have two ideas and I’m not sure which one would be more fun so,” he dug through his pocket until he found a coin. He held up the 50p so you could see it, “we’re gonna flip a coin. Heads, the bitch isn’t allowed to cum until we give her permission. Tails, the opposite.” You whimpered around the gag as Roger flipped the coin high into the air, catching it and slamming it against his other hand. He paused for a moment, watching you squirm, before he slowly revealed the coin. “Tails it is.” “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Linda moved off of you, letting Roger pull one of your knees towards him, spreading your legs wide. She settled between them and bent down, blowing a stream of cool air over your dripping wet cunt before she leaned in, laying her tongue flat against you and licked a line all the way up your slit. You moaned, bucking your hips up to meet her as she reached your clit, vaguely aware of Roger pulling his shirt off beside you. In the back of your mind you knew you should try and hold off your orgasm, knew that it wouldn’t be long before you were too sensitive, but she felt so fucking good as she sucked your clit between her lips. The edging from earlier had left you desperate and it was all you could focus on, the orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, getting stronger with each swirl of her tongue. Roger’s hand sliding up and down your thigh only heightened your need and you screamed into the bandana as you were finally allowed to cum, the orgasm drawn out by Linda continuing to suck on your clit. When your cries quietened into small whimpers, she released your clit moving back down to lap up the evidence of your first orgasm of the night. Tingles spread through your body starting where her tongue met your core as she continued licking over your folds. Roger tapped his fingers up your body until he was stood over your head. He pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching the way your head rolled back as you were pushed closer to the edge again.   “Thats right, gonna keep cumming for us aren’t you?” You whined as Linda began pumping her fingers into you again, never giving you a moment to pause as she found that spot inside you that made you see stars.   Roger ran a single finger up and down your neck as he spoke, his voice rough and impossible to ignore, “Not gonna let you stop until we’re finished with you. You’ve been such a fucking brat tonight. Talking back to us like you did. This is what you deserve. Reward for being a disobedient bitch.” Your legs shook as another wave, smaller than the first rolled through you. The bandana in your mouth was wet and you could feel excess saliva dripping over your lips and running down your cheeks and chin as you rolled your head to the side, wanting to escape Linda before she could toy with you any longer. Your hips jolted as her attention focused on your sensitive clit and you tried to squirm away, clamping your legs shut, but without your hands there was nothing you could do to block her. “You think your poor little pussy is sensitive now, you’re gonna be in for a rough night.” Roger grasped your hair and pulled your head up slightly so you could watch Linda burying her face between your legs. “She’s doing a wonderful job isn’t she?” He forced you to nod up and down, agreeing with him, and you felt tears shake loose and fall down your cheeks, “Are you ready to behave?” You did you best to say ‘yes’ but it was muddled by the gag and the way your voice shook as Linda continued to tear you apart. Roger untied the knot at the back of your head and pulled the bandana away from your mouth, soaked with your spit. Your cries were louder now that you weren’t gagged, but that only seemed to encourage your tormentors.   “Ple-e-ease, no mmmm-oore,” you managed to choke out. “Hearing you beg makes me so fucking hard.” As if you needed proof, he pushed his pants down, setting his cock free, “Now, tell me, what are you going to do next?” “Wh-at ever S-sir and Ma’a-am want,” “Good, you’re learning.” He gently rubbed his thumb over your cheek, stroking himself with his other hand, “Think it’s time to put that pretty mouth of yours to use though, since I like it so much.” He echoed your words from earlier as he kicked his pants off entirely and kneeled on the bed next to you, pushing himself between your lips.  

Your bound hands and the angle of your head made it difficult to move freely up and down his shaft. Roger solved this problem by holding your head up while he fucked your mouth, working himself deeper and making you gag. Linda was still between your legs, alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking it with her tongue as she roughly fingered you, drawing more noises from you that only encouraged Roger to use your mouth harder. You couldn’t decide who to focus on, one moment only interested in the shockwaves Linda sent through you, the next distracted by Roger telling you what a perfect whore you were. You tugged on your restraints as every muscle in your body tensed against the onslaught of pleasure and you were pushed into another orgasm. Roger slammed into you again, pushing as deep into your throat as he could and holding you there. “Fuck, feels so good to have you choking on my cock. Gonna make me cum soon. You love being a good girl and swallowing Sir’s cum don’t you?” You moaned your assent but Roger only laughed as he pulled out of you, letting your head drop back to the bed, heaving for air.   “Such a greedy little cum slut, but I don’t think you’ve behaved well enough to earn that yet.” He started stroking himself again and you only had a moment to screw your eyes shut before he was finishing over your face with a groan. Linda noticed what was happening and sat up to watch, finally giving your cunt a break from the endless attention. You held as still as possible as you felt hot spurts of cum hit your cheeks and chin and lips. The next thing you felt was Linda crawling up your body and licking along your cheek. You opened one eye cautiously and saw Roger sitting back watching Linda cleaning up the mess.   “Our little slut learnt her lesson?” she questioned, trailing her finger over your chin and bringing the cum she collected to her lips. “Yes Ma’am,” you said, voice shaking slightly. “She’s getting there,” came Roger’s voice from further down the bed, “but she still has trouble knowing when to keep quiet apparently.” Linda giggled as she leaned down to lick the last traces of Roger’s cum from your lip, pushing it into your mouth with her tongue. You sighed into the kiss, relaxing more than you had since you sat down on Roger’s lap hours earlier.  

The shrill shriek of the phone rang through the room, the unexpected loudness making Linda jump as she pulled away from the kiss. You hissed as you felt a sting and tasted blood and you realised Linda had bitten your lip in her shock.   “Sorry, sweetie,” Linda said quietly as Roger moved to answer the phone. “‘s alright,” you ran your tongue over your split lip, noticing the way Linda was staring. Definitely something to bring up at home.   “That was the front desk,” Roger said as he put the phone down, “they weren’t able to get everything we asked for, but someone’s gonna bring up what they did find.” Your stomach tightened as you remembered the crumpled paper from earlier. It had been completely pushed from your mind in the wake of everything else but you were sure whatever was written on it was going to be used against you. Linda clapped her hands excitedly which only confirmed your suspicions. “What do you mean ‘everything’? What are they bringing up?” You asked, failing to keep your voice calm as you jerked at your restraints. “You’ll find out soon enough,” Linda cooed, tapping your nose, “think I better give you something else to focus on though.” She rolled off you, pulling off her underpants as she moved up the bed. Turning so the headboard was behind her, she placed a leg on either side of your head and lowered herself onto your mouth. She was dripping, having spent so long torturing you without getting off herself. You flicked your tongue back and forth over her pussy, as she rocked her hips, already panting as her orgasm approached.   “Fuck, Y/N,” she moaned softly as you circled her clit, “such a good slut, gonna make me, oh! Make me, god fuck,” she rutted against your tongue until her legs shook and her juices dripped into your waiting mouth. You slowly licked along her cunt, collecting every last drop, relishing the tangy, salty taste. Her hands dropped to your breasts, squeezing them as she continued to rock her hips above you. She left one hand there as the other trailed down your body, coming to a halt when she reached your clit. She pressed her thumb to it, rubbing small fast circles that had you whining against her pussy. The short reprieve you’d been allowed meant you weren’t quite as painfully sensitive as you had been though it was still enough to make you try to squirm away from her touch.

You felt a hand wrap around your ankle as it kicked out in your effort to escape. The bed dipped slightly as Roger settled himself at the end, rubbing your legs as Linda’s fingers left you, and it was only then you realised he’d left the room.   “I’ve left the stuff on the table over there.” He said to Linda as he pushed your legs wide, sliding his cock through your wet folds.   “How m-much of it did we get?” a small stutter the only indication she was still using your mouth. “Most of it, actually.” Roger buried himself completely in your cunt.   A moan was pushed from your throat as Roger began pounding into you but it went unnoticed as they continued their conversation. You thrust your tongue into Linda, but other than a small pause as she gasped it didn’t interrupt them. You moaned again, louder this time, but they kept ignoring you, treating you like nothing but a set of holes for them to use, a way for them to get off. You were torn, half stupidly aroused by the idea of existing for their use alone, half desperate for some kind of recognition. You found yourself hoping for one of them to touch your clit again, no matter how painful it was, doing everything in your limited power to get their attention. Judging by the way Linda’s speech fell away to be replaced by a series of higher and higher ‘oh’s, she was getting close, and that made you double down on your efforts, switching between tonguing her roughly and sucking on her clit. Before you could be rewarded with her orgasm though, she removed herself from your face. “Want to cum on your cock Rog” she whined as she crawled towards him. He withdrew from your cunt as he pulled her into position over you. Her face was above yours, just out of reach of your hungry lips. She mewled, closing her eyes, as Roger thrust into her a few times. Your hips jerked upwards, rutting against thin air in your desperation to have him inside you again. Roger obliged, pushing into you with a grunt, before switching back to her. You watched Linda’s mouth fall open, wishing she’d drop her lips to meet yours, or let you lavish her neck with kisses and love bites, but knowing you were lucky to be receiving the attention you were and that if you pushed it you ran the risk of losing it entirely. “So close,” she whined over and over, pushing back against Roger as he rammed into her again. Roger leaned forward and muttered something in her ear, before he withdrew from her and entered you again. Linda’s eyes shot open and she reached up to free one of your hands. Holding it tightly, she brought it up to her lips, sucking two of your fingers into her mouth for a moment before bring it down to press against her clit. She held you there as Roger thrust into her again, pushing her harder against your fingers as you rubbed her clit steadily. You could tell she was right there as both you and Roger worked to pull her over the edge, moaning at you not to stop until she was trembling and collapsing on to you. “Oh, fuck,” Roger gasped as she clenched around him, making him hit his release. He pulled out of her as he came, and you felt his warm seed dripping onto you from where it was leaking out of Linda. You were still rubbing Linda as she rode out her orgasm, your chest bursting with pride at being such a useful object, able to please the other two enough to make them cum.

Linda rolled off you, panting, and Roger moved to untie your still bound hand. “How’re you doing?” he asked softly, his thumb rubbing soothingly over your wrist. “Good, Rog,” you breathed out. “Not tempted to safe word?” “Hasn’t even crossed my mind.” “That’s my girl,” he said pressing his lips to your temple. You had a moment to breathe deeply before all trace of soft, caring Roger were gone, replaced once again by your Sir who demanded control. He grabbed you by the throat again to haul you to your knees, readjusting his grip as you pressed your back against his chest. “You ready to find out what was on that paper?” “Yes, Sir,” your voice was small as the anticipation and nerves made you tremble slightly, your stomach full of butterflies. Linda moved away to collect the brown bag that had been delivered and came back to kneel in front of you.   “I am so excited to try these on you.” You whimpered as you realised she had pulled out a set of nipple clamps.   “You want me to put them on?”   You nodded, breath shaky and body tingling at the very notion. “Why don’t you ask me then, tell me you want it.” She held up a clamp so you could see it, the black rubber on the ends making a dull sound as she opened and shut them. “Please, Ma’am. Please put them on me.” Linda’s smile widened as she leaned forward and took your left nipple in her fingers, rolling it to a stiff peak. Roger was still holding you by the throat, through his grip had slackened, and he was leaving a trail of chaste kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders. You gasped as Linda let the clamp close around your nipple, the sensation diametrically opposed to the soft feel of Roger’s lips. “That okay?” she asked as she adjusted the tightness, “don’t want it to hurt, just squeeze,” “It’s good, doesn’t hurt,” you said as the pinch you’d first felt settled into a dull ache. Linda moved to your right nipple to attach the second clamp and you couldn’t help but arch your back eagerly, making Linda chuckle. The light metal chain that connected both clamps was cold as it knocked against your skin, and it was only once both clamps were attached that you noticed the second chain, trailing down past your stomach. “One more,” Linda said as she ran her fingers along your slit, collecting the fresh wave of wetness that had been elicited by the clamps and bringing it up to rub your clit, “And you thought you were sensitive before.” She leaned down, kissing your clit once before she put the clamp in place, looking up at you as she adjusted the screw. “How’s that feel,” Roger asked, letting go of your hair. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, needing to take a few steadying breaths before you could reply, “fucking amazing, Sir.” You rolled your hips, panting as the clamp held you so deliciously tight. “What about this?” He pulled on the chain that hung between your breasts, sending a jolt through you that made you squeal. His laugh tickled your ear as he turned back to Linda, “What should we show her next?” Linda met your eyes as she spoke, “Well unfortunately they weren’t able to get me the crop I requested, so we’ll have to stick with a more traditional spanking.” You let the two of them move you into position, on all fours over Roger’s lap. Roger rubbed your arse, sending excited shivers up your spine, before he slid his hand up over your back to hold you in place.  

Linda started out with a few shallow strikes, enough to make you hiss at the small sting they left, but not enough to actually hurt, the chain from the clamps jangling softly with each one. Suddenly she hit you much harder, catching you off guard and making your arms buckle slightly. “You can do what you like with her cunt Rog, just keep clear of her arse.” Roger slipped three fingers into you, holding them still as Linda hit you again. It was hard enough to make you jolt forward, changing the angle of Roger’s fingers and making the clamps jangle louder as you let a whine escape. Roger began fingering you in earnest with a series of short sharp thrusts that were pushed deeper every time Linda spanked you. Between the two of them and the incredible way the clamp on your clit was squeezing you, it wasn’t long before you were coming undone with a moan. Linda rubbed over the pink spots she’d created as you shivered through your orgasm, soothing the warm sting.   “Good girl,” Roger cooed as he brought his fingers to a stop again, leaving them inside you, and rubbing your back with his other hand. Linda came round to your front, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “Remember what I looked like after the first time the three of us did this? I had all sorts of bruises and marks up and down my body. I couldn’t wear shorts for a whole week because you’d so thoroughly covered my thighs. And don’t even get me started on my tits. What I mean is, think it’s time I return the favour.” You whimpered as she walked away from your again, the seconds before the next strike dragging on as she moved around the room. Roger kept his hand on your back to stop you from turning to watch, pulling his fingers out of your cunt so he could play with the chain that fell from your tits. Your breath hitched as he pulled the chain upwards and then let it drop, swinging down to hit your skin again. The next thing you knew was a whoosh sound as Linda brought a belt down against your skin. “Fuck!” you cried out as you collapsed completely. “Get her back up for me,” Roger grabbed your hips with both hands, pulling your arse back into the air and then pushed his fingers back into your cunt. Your chest was still pressed against the bed when the belt hit you again, emphasising the pressure from the nipple clamps. She hit you again and again and again, Roger fingering you deep and hard, his other arm pulling you against him so you couldn’t wriggle away. Every swing of the leather seemed harder than the previous one until each blow had you screaming and crying into the sheets beneath you. All the while the clamp on your clit held strong, constantly stimulating you, bringing you closer to another orgasm. “Every time you hit her, she clenches round my fingers. Think our slut might be enjoying herself.” Linda paused, her touch gentle as she soothingly rubbed your arse, but still making you flinch. “Gonna give you three more, okay?” “Yes, Ma’am,” you choked out, voice muffled in the bedding. “And I want you to count them off, nice and loud. So get you’re head up now.”   You pushed yourself back up on your hands shakily.   “Here we go.” The belt whipped through the air, landing on your arse with a sharp thwack. “One!” you yelled, struggling to stay upright as she lay the belt gently against your lower back. Roger reached around and carefully removed one of the nipple clamps. Your breast throbbed as blood rushed back to your nipple but you didn’t have long to dwell on it before Linda was bringing the belt down on you again. “Two!” Roger removed the second clamp, faster this time, flooding your chest with a warm tingly sensation that was more painful than the actual clamp had been. “Last one,” Linda warned before she hit you again, pulling another cry from your throat. “Three-e-e!” You said through your tears. The moment you clenched around Roger’s fingers he removed the clamp from your clit. It felt similar to the way your nipples felt but heightened, throbbing and hot and almost too much. This time when you collapsed no one pulled you back up. You rolled onto your side as you tried to stop sobbing, not wanting anything to touch your nipples or your bum. Roger ran his hand up and down your thigh to calm you as Linda dropped the belt and kneeled at your head. She reached out to stroke your hair softly. “Oh, sweetie. That hurt didn’t it.” “Yes, Ma’am,” you said tearfully. “And removing those clamps made you all sore, didn’t they?” “Yes, Ma’am,”   “Good. That was the point. Now what do you say?” “Thank you, Ma’am. Thank you, Sir.” “Good girl,” she pressed her lips to your temple, “Are you okay?” You took a couple of deep breaths to stem the flow of tears, “Yes.” “Do you want to use your safe word?” You considered for a moment but now that the immediate pain was subsiding you felt okay, “No, I wanna continue.” “You sure? You don’t have to.” “I’m sure. Kinda curious to see how my clit works after the clamp,” Linda chuckled as she leaned in to kiss you softly before she looked back at Roger, “you happy to keep going?” “If Y/N is okay, absolutely. Haven’t had a chance to fuck her properly yet.”

With that Roger lifted your legs off his lap so he could scoot out from under you. He took his cock in his hand stroking his a few times as he pulled one of your legs up into the air, letting you stay on your side so as not to further irritate your stinging body. You propped you head up on one arm to watch as he pushed into you, leaning your leg against his shoulder and neck as he set a harsh pace. Linda grabbed your free hand and pulled it between her legs. “Gonna be a good girl and make me cum aren’t you, otherwise there’ll be consequences.” You nodded, unable to form coherent words as Roger began rubbing your clit. The clamp had left you extra responsive to his touch, still tingling slightly from its removal and feeling every stroke more acutely. You tried to focus on Linda pulling your fingers into her core, encouraging you to finger fuck her but the way Roger was drawing circles round your clit with his thumb had your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned out your release. He kept stimulating your clit as he pounded into you, drawing your orgasm out until your moans turned to painful whines and pleas for him to stop. The hyper-responsiveness in the wake of the clamp had fast become hyper-sensitivity to the point of pain. “Sir, please it’s too much,” “I’ll stop when your pretty little cunt is full of my cum. You clench around me so fucking tightly when I touch your clit, shouldn’t take long.” You let your arm fall back to the mattress, biting down on it to muffle your whimpers as Roger continued his relentless pace, grabbing onto your stinging bum for leverage. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared his peak, releasing into you with a string of grunted curses. As soon as he’d left your core Linda was pulling you up to your knees, your back against her chest. You watched as Roger found his discarded pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out his pack of smokes and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, taking a long drag on it, as Linda reached down to swipe up the cum that was leaking out of you. Once her fingers were coated, she brought them up to your mouth, making you suck them clean. “Taste good?”

You hummed, unable to speak around her fingers. “And was that fucking worth it?” She pulled her fingers free and lay a short sharp slap to your clit that would have had you doubled over in pain if she hadn’t been holding you up, “Told you to make me cum or there’d be consequences, so now you gotta face them.” She pushed you forwards, your hands hitting the mattress with a thud, as she turned to dig through the bag again. “Oh, you poor dumb slut,” Roger laughed, waving his cigarette through the air, “too fucked out to pay attention. I know what’s in that bag and you are fucking in for it.” You could hear Linda moving around behind you but you kept your eyes glued to Roger as you sat back on your knees, not wanting to make matters worse for yourself. He offered you his cigarette and you gladly took a long drag to try and stop the trembling in your hands.   “After that spanking, I wasn’t going to pull this out. Decided you’d been through enough for the moment. But plans change.” At a signal from Linda, Roger placed the smoke back between his lips and grabbed your arms, pulling you down onto your back, your head at the edge of the bed. You raised your head as you felt Linda bend your legs and kneel between them, surprised to see her wearing a harness, a bright pink dildo protruding from the front. “Thought it was time I got my own one of these, and I’m glad I did since you seem to like cock so fucking much,” With that she slowly pushed into you, drawing almost all the way out before sinking in again deeper. She drew unintelligible whines from you with every thrust but it wasn’t until she was fully sheathed inside you that she let out her own soft moan. “But being fucked again isn’t really a punishment for you, is it?” You were silent, biting on your lip to stop from begging her to move. “I said, it’s not a punishment is it, slut?” She said as she slapped your thigh, jolting you enough to make you whimper. “No, Ma’am, it’s not,” “Good thing I’ve got this, then.” She reached down and picked up a small thin vibrator which she held against your clit. Even without turning it on, it made you jolt. “Please don’t Ma’am, I’m sorry. I’ll pay attention properly next time. I’ll lick your cunt again right now. Please, sit on my face or spank me again, please, anything but that.” You begged, breath coming faster. “Nice try, sweetie, but if you don’t listen to me why should I listen to you,” With that she turned the vibrator on and began thrusting into you properly, building her rhythm. Your clit felt like it was on fire, the force of the vibrations when you were already so sensitive making you howl. You tried to wiggle free, but Linda was having none of it, slapping your thigh whenever your squirming started up again. The worst part was that you could feel your orgasm building again, behind the pain, and part of you was terrified she’d stop before you could cum again. Roger was still standing over you, he moved away at one point to find an ashtray but, when he came back, he held down your arms to stop you from thrashing about so much. Linda removed the vibrator from you for a moment, letting you catch your breath, and you vaguely wondered what people in the rooms nearby must be making of your wails. But then it was back against you, pressing so hard you were almost going numb, and every other thought was shaken from your head. You whimpered the word ‘please’ over and over, knowing it wasn’t working but unable to form any other words. “Rog, be a doll and shut her up,” you heard Linda pant and the next thing you knew Roger’s cock was in your throat, fucking you at an equally bruising pace. You were trapped between them, hands fisted in the sheets as you drew closer and closer to your orgasm. Roger swore as you gagged around him, leaning over to pull on your nipples. Your body shuddered as your orgasm rippled through you, stronger than you thought it would be with how close to numb your clit felt. Linda removed the vibrator from you, pressing it instead against her own clit until she came, slowing her thrusts back down to a stop. Roger pushed himself into your throat completely and you half expected him to pull out and cum on your face again. Instead he released your nipples, coming undone with your muffled whine.  

You were still twitching slightly as Roger picked you up and moved you to the middle of the bed, breathe ragged after he’d used your throat so harshly. He pushed your hair back off your face and squeezed your hand, bringing it up to his lips as he praised you for taking so much. “Was I a good toy?” you asked quietly. “Better than good. Fucking brilliant.” He pulled you into a soft, firm kiss, wiping a tear from your cheek.   “Thank you,” you smiled against his shoulder as he pulled you into his arms. Linda returned, having removed the harness, now carrying a warm washcloth. You gingerly cleaned yourself up, before falling back against the pillows, laughing softly as Linda peppered your jaw with kisses. Once you’d thrown the washcloth into the mess of clothes on the floor Linda turned your head, dropping her lips to yours. Both of them threw their arms over you, pulling another laugh from you as they squished you between them. “When I’m not feeling quite so sore and drained, you’re gonna have to tell me what else was on that list. Show me what else you got.”   “Naturally,” Roger said against your neck, “Might have to go for a walk tomorrow and see if we can’t find the shop that concierge bird said she got all this from.” “Might have to play around with those clamps some more, see if you can get away with wearing them under your shirt. I’ve got a couple of ideas.” You shivered slightly at the prospect. “Let the poor girl get some rest before you go planning out how to torment her next,” “Don’t worry, Rog, I’ve got a couple ideas of my own.”

[idkxwriting]

World Spins Madly On

Author: idkhaylijah

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader - Professor AU

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Endgame spoilers at some point - but the Russo brothers lifted the ban...so that’s more a courtesy ;) 

Also this is AU - so while it does take place after Infinity War, the time line does not follow Endgame - hopefully if you’re flexible you’ll enjoy it, idk!

A/N: So this is for @thatfanficstuff​‘s 1500 challenge. I couldn’t decide what to do, so Kat gave me the Professor AU. Everyone (including myself) kind of assumed I’d write it for Elijah - but I wanted to go out of my comfort zone a bit. I’ve never written Steve, but I adore him and also Professor Elijah has been done quite a few times (even though I love them all). Thought I’d switch it up a bit.  **Also sorry this is late - it’s been in my drafts but I haven’t had a chance to post yet!

He hadn’t intended on staying.

It had been weeks since the snap. Weeks since he had failed, since he watched his friends disappear right before his eyes.

And it hadn’t just been the battlefield.

The world had gone dark, quiet...empty.

Empty was exactly how he had felt. It was how they had all felt. There was no fixing it. No replacing what they had lost.

And they had lost everything.

But life went on, time moved forward, and just like he had done when they pulled him out of the ice, he kept moving. It was the only thing he knew how to do. If he stopped it all came crashing down around him, suffocating him, and he couldn’t afford that.

He hadn’t intended on staying. 

He had meant only to check in on her, make good on his promise, and move on.

Instead he had found himself watching her, entranced by the way she moved. His world had flipped on its axis once more, and for the first time in a long time he felt hope. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was about her, but he held onto it, and the idea of that hope being ripped away from him was too much.

He was so tired of loss.

So he had stayed. At first it had been for a few days, waiting for his moment, but then Nat called with an assignment.

“How do you feel about teaching?”

He was grateful for the distraction, though he was sure his skill set was being wasted on this mission. S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen apart since the snap, agents struggling to rebuild without their commanding officers, and Captain America being a fugitive was the last thing on their mind, so he took it.

He knew Nat threw him a bone, giving him the opportunity for an easy assignment gathering intelligence. He was sure the position of interim history professor at the college where she attended as a senior was no coincidence. Nat was observant, and giving him a chance to do what he came to do. He didn’t fight it though, needing life to slow down, at least for a little while.

It was an easy get in, get out job - but she had walked through the door to his classroom and he was ruined.

And so a week’s intel mission turned into a month, which rolled into two. 

Two months in, and what was left of his team wasn’t pushing him, though they chatted weekly - if nothing else to remind each other they weren’t alone. The calls always ended the same, that there was nothing new, but they’d keep hoping.

And the more time he spent with her, the easier he found it to be hopeful. To keep moving. He let his mind wander to her, instead of the dust that haunted him. He thought of her eyes, the way the Y/E/C of her irises danced when the sun hit them just right. He thought of the blush that would creep up her neck, and he found himself wanting to know just how far down it went, feeling the guilt settle into his stomach like iron.

She was technically his student, and even if it was temporary, she was still so young. She would be graduating college in just a few months and had her whole life in front of her while he was so tired from the weight of it all. Even so, it didn’t change the fact that she-

“Professor Rogers?” A soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He jerked his eyes up to his office door to find a girl he vaguely recognized from his class. She rapped her knuckles on the door frame as an afterthought, blushing furiously under his gaze.

He was not unfamiliar with the way women reacted to him, though he never seemed to get used to it. He swallowed, clearing his throat, trying to ignore the way she batted her lashes. “Yes, Miss….” he trailed off realizing he didn’t remember her name.

“Please,” she giggled. “Call me Allie.” She shifted further into the room, placing her books on the edge of his desk to reveal her tight shirt, leaning forward so her cleavage was on display.

He averted his gaze, busying himself with a stack of papers he was trying to get through. Paperwork, as it had turned out, was not his forte. “What can I do for you, Allie?” He asked politely.

She bit her lip, leaning further in until her perfume clouded the area, a sharp overly-floral scent filling his lungs and burning his nose. “I was just hoping for some one on one tutoring,” her lashes fluttered, and she pushed her arms together, accentuating her chest. “I could really use the help...Captain,” she added flirtatiously for good measure.

He stifled a cough, wondering if it would be too obvious if he stood to open a window and let the room air out. Deciding he’d wait, and he had faced worse, he smiled up at her. “Of course,” he quickly grabbed a pen and scribbled down some information on a pad of paper, tearing it off and handing it to her. “Tutoring is available on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the library, but you have to make an appointment, so be sure to check in with the librarian to see which tutors are available.”

Her face fell and she stood, straightening her shirt and taking the paper from his hands. “Right…” she mumbled, grabbing her books and storming out.

He leaned back in his chair, sighing in relief. Dodging bullets was something he knew.

“Ugh, open a window.”

He sat up, smiling at the familiarity of her voice washing over him. “Y/N,” he stood. “What are you doing here?”

She ignored his question, dropping her bag in an empty chair and crossing the small room to open a window. “Let me guess, Allie?”

He chuckled. “How did you know?”

“Please, the stench of her perfume can be followed all the way from the library,” she joked. “So she finally made her move, huh?”

He shrugged. “She was looking for tutoring.”

Y/N laughed at that, tucking her Y/H/C hair behind her ears. She cocked her head, studying him, and he was sure she could see everything - every inappropriate thought he had since meeting her, the guilt he felt at his ever growing feelings, the tiredness he felt at fighting them. He was sure just by her looking at him she had stripped his layers away and saw it all.

“Here in 2019, that’s called flirting,” she teased.

He nodded sarcastically. “Very funny,” he groaned as she once again pointed out their age difference.

She turned to look out the window, her face falling slightly. “I was just wondering if I could eat lunch in here?” She asked.

It wasn’t uncommon. He had become a mentor to her, which had blossomed quickly into an easy friendship. They often shared lunch, at first under the pretense of discussing history, which quickly turned into sharing their experience in the After.

He learned that she had lost her family and a boyfriend, and he shared about his failures. She was quick and confident in her reassurances that he was a hero, that he had done everything he could, and sometimes he even tried to believe her. He let her words sink into him, replaying them in his darkest moments when he’d wake and try to shake the memory of the dust away.

Their talks had started out weekly, which turned into two or three times a week. He cursed himself for never finding the right moment to tell her. He should have told her when he had seen her that first day, she deserved to know and he had made a promise.

But as time went on he found it more and more difficult, the words dying in his throat as new words tried to force their way out.

I want you. I need you.

This week she had been by every day. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind her, leaning back to sit on his desk and crossing his arms. “It’s a little late for lunch,” he commented.

She shrugged. “Early dinner?”

God, just the thought of being able to take her to dinner was exhilarating. He wished he could ask her. “I’m sure you have something much better to do on a Friday night,” he said instead.

She laughed sadly at that. “Today would have been my dad’s birthday,” she explained. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

He stiffened at the mention of her father, swallowing thickly. “Y/N….”

She turned to him, her eyes glossy. “It’s okay,” she forced a smile. “I should get going. Have a nice night.”

She picked up her bag and rushed out of the room as he watched her go. Even after she was gone, he watched the space she had left, waiting for her to come back in. Wishing he could chase after her, knowing it was best to let her walk away.

He tried to work the rest of the day, his mind racing with thoughts of her. Deciding it was useless, he sighed heavily, packing his own things up and heading out for the night.

*****

He didn’t cook. It seemed pointless to cook when it was just him, and he was just so damn tired. He missed home. Missed Nat, missed Banner. He missed Thor.

Hell, he’d even take the racoon at this point.

He wandered the city streets, searching for a place to eat and resolving himself to ending his stint as a Professor first thing Monday morning.

He stepped into an Italian restaurant he had discovered the first week he was in town. It was a family owned hole-in-the-wall, quaint and homey.

The hostess greeted him with a sad smile. “Just one?” She asked. They had served a lot of tables for one recently.

He smiled tightly at her, but before he could answer his eye caught a table in the corner. “Actually, my party is already here, thank you,” he said before crossing the room.

“Y/N,” he greeted, drawing her attention from her menu.

She looked up, startled, her eyes red rimmed and glossy. She wiped underneath of them with the sleeve of her sweater, taking a deep breath and plastering on a smile. “Professor Rogers, hi,” her voice was laced with question.

He shrugged. “One of my favorite spots,” he offered. He gestured toward the chair across from her. “May I?”

She shifted in her seat. “Yeah, of course,” she nodded.

He took a seat and they sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, both unsure of what to say. Outside of the classroom or his office was unfamiliar territory.

The waitress brought wine and took their orders as the silence stretched on. Y/N picked at her napkin, shredding the edges into strips until it was almost gone.

He thought it was better to not acknowledge the fact that she had been crying, figuring the less he knew the less he’d want to pull her into his arms, but that didn’t last long. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

Her lip trembled and a tear fell down her cheek. He offered her his own napkin, which she smiled at before dabbing under her eyes. “I just miss them, you know?”

He nodded. He knew all too well. Without thinking he reached across the table, placing his hand on top of hers. He took in a deep breath at the contact, stilling as he felt the warmth of her delicate hand beneath his calloused fingers.

She froze for a moment and looked down at their hands, the pink tint he had come to adore crawling up the skin of her neck, but recovered quickly. “I'm sorry, I’m a mess,” she took a deep breath, pulling her hand out from under his and throwing her head back as she centered herself.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for,” he reassured her.

She shook her head and when she tilted her chin back down she looked more relaxed. “Nope, no more crying for me tonight,” she chuckled. “So tell me, what big plans does a professor have on a Friday night?”

The laugh that escaped him was self deprecating and he ran his hand over his beard before throwing his arms up. “You’re looking at it, I guess.”

She made a show of wincing. “So sad and pathetic,” she teased.

“It is, isn't it?” He looked around at the empty restaurant.

She smiled at him, and his heart lifted, the weight of the world that rested on his shoulders a little easier to bear for a moment.

“Beats sitting in my apartment grading papers,” he offered.

She pressed her lips between her teeth, holding back her laughter.

“What?”

She shook her head in amusement. “Just the idea of Captain America grading papers,” she snickered. “It’s a little ridiculous when you actually stop and think about it.”

He smiled at that. “I feel ridiculous,” he admitted.

“Don’t, you’re an excellent history teacher.”

“Thank you,” he nodded.

“Of course it helps that you were there,” she jabbed.

He clutched his chest, feigning hurt. “Ouch!”

“Oh come on, big, strong Steve Rogers hurt by little ol’ me?”

He smirked, his eyes falling to his lap. He shouldn’t feel pride that she thought of him as big and strong, but how she saw him mattered - whether he wanted it to or not.

The waitress broke the moment, bringing their food out, which they were both quick to dive into. They made easy, light conversation, and Steve imagined it was exactly how a date would have gone.

It was the best non-date he had been on, and it was ending all too soon.

He offered to walk her back to her apartment under the guise of being a gentleman and making sure she got home safely, but if he were honest his motives were selfish. He just wanted to be in her atmosphere a little while longer.

When he got to her doorstep they lingered. He rocked on the heels of his feet, his hands in his pockets as her laughter trailed off.

“Thank you,” she said when she turned the key.

He smiled tenderly. “Of course,” he said. We’ll do this again, he wanted to promise.

She was about to head inside, when she caught him by surprise, turning and leaning up on her toes, throwing her arms around his neck. Before he could react her mouth was on his.

Her lips were soft and smooth - and so much better than he had imagined.

She pulled back just as quickly as she had kissed him, her hand moving to cover her mouth, her eyes wide in shock.

Steve stood, frozen on her doorstep. He wanted to open his mouth, to say something - anything. But he was so afraid he’d ask to come inside.

Or worse, he would tell her all the reasons it was a bad idea and she’d walk away.

Instead he stood there dumbstruck.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She gasped.

He shook his head, but before he could form a clear thought she disappeared with a promise to forget it ever happened and a slam of her door.

He wasn’t sure how long he lingered on her doorstep, but when he went home he dreamt not of a snap and the dust, but of her lips.

*****

Monday morning came, and Steve paced the classroom, waiting for the first class to come piling in.

Waiting for her.

She came in at the last second, her head down and made her way toward the back of her room, sinking into her seat and avoiding his gaze.

He did his best to conduct a lecture, but his mind was reeling, so instead he offered a pop quiz, letting students leave as soon as they were done.

Y/N was one of the last few to remain, her pencil working furiously over the page, her eyes darting to the clock. He knew she was trying to get out of there quickly, but she also cared about her grade.

He didn’t give a damn about the quiz.

She dropped her pencil, grabbing her bag and slinging it over her shoulder as she made her way toward his desk. She slipped her answer sheet wordlessly onto the pile, but before she could get out the door he called after her.

“Miss Y/L/N, I’d like to speak to you in my office, please.”

She froze on the spot, her eyes finally meeting his, and he recognized the fear that flitted across her features. “I have another class after this,” she explained.

He nodded. He knew her lunch hour was free. It was always free. Free for him. “I’ll see you at 12:30,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

*****

When she knocked on his door, it was so timid he almost didn’t hear it.

“Come in,” he said.

She stepped inside, careful to leave the door open, he noted. “Hi.”

He stood and stepped around his desk, taking a breath. “Close the door,” it was a question, not a command, and she pushed it closed gently.

She dropped her bag, her eyes holding a hint of anger. “Is it true?” She asked.

So she had heard.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back onto his desk, the answer in his eyes.

“So you’re leaving? Just like that?” Her eyes burned with tears she refused to shed, but the anger that they held faded quickly into hurt. “I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I don’t know what came over me. It was stupid and ridiculous and oh my god, so humiliating and I’m sorry.”

“Y/N…”

She crossed the room to him, just out of his reach, and he balled his hands into fists at his side, aching to touch her. “Please,” she begged. “Can we please just forget it ever happened.”

He slammed his eyes shut. He reminded himself of all the reasons he couldn’t have her, and shared the least of which. “Y/N, you’re my student.” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or her.

“I know, and I take full responsibility. Please stay. Just forget it...”

“I can’t forget it!” He blurted, his ocean eyes crashing in waves as he finally met her gaze.

She froze, swallowing nervously, unsure of what it meant.

He sighed, taking a step closer. “I have to go,” he offered half heartedly, his gaze darkening.

She took a step towards him, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Please stay.”

He shook his head, but advanced another step towards her.

She thought for a moment, as if realizing her next movement would change everything. A step away from him and she’d likely never see him again - but towards him…

She moved into him and he crashed his lips into hers, desperate to taste her. She reacted immediately, pushing up onto her tiptoes as he dipped down, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. His hands found her waist, squeezing there in a chivalrous attempt to keep them from roaming.

His tongue traced across her soft lips, begging for entrance and when she opened up to him he couldn’t help the groan that escaped.

She moaned in response, pressing her body into him. She ran her hands through his hair, as his own trailed up her sides until they rested along her face.

He pulled back as they gasped for air, and she relaxed into her stance, her heels finding the ground beneath her once more. “We shouldn’t,” he began.

But she had been done with thinking, so she kissed him to silence him, and he quickly got lost once more.

He turned them around, pushing her up onto the desk and gently nudging her legs apart so he could stand between them, pressing against her center.

Her hands rested along his chest and she ground her hips against him, shooting pleasure straight up his spine. He nipped, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth before tracing his tongue across it.

She pulled him into her, impossibly close, and he tugged at her waist, hating the barriers between them. His thumb traced just under her shirt. His rough, calloused fingers against the smooth skin of her sides sent shivers up her spine.

It wasn’t enough, and so she reached under his shirt, letting her soft hands dance along the muscle beneath them. She wrapped her legs around him, caging him in as she leaned back. Her Y/H/C hair fanned out along the papers that scattered his desk. He followed her movements, leaning down over her, knocking his desk lamp to the floor in the process.

He stilled his movements, the crash of the lamp pulling him back to reality and reminding him of exactly why he shouldn’t be doing this. He stood, distancing himself from her, an apology already on his lips as she sat up.

Her hair was a mess, her lips kiss swollen as she tugged her shirt back down. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and he wondered what he was doing.

But god was she was beautiful.

He averted his gaze and looked at their surroundings. He slammed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose. She deserved better than being taken on a desk in a dusty, old office.

“Was it something I said?” She asked, an attempt to lighten the mood.

He smiled softly, dropping his hands and meeting her gaze. “Y/N, you’re my student,” he reminded her.

She nodded, hopping off the desk and sauntering towards him. “For the rest of the day.”

His jaw clenched, because she was right. He wasn’t staying, and even if he had, she would be graduating in the summer - but it didn’t matter.

She stepped into him, crowding his space and running her hands along his chest. His hands shot up to grip her wrists and still her movements, and he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I want you,” he confessed with a whisper. The words he had been holding in for weeks left and took the weight of them with it. He let out a shaky breath.

She smiled, pecking a kiss on the tip of his nose. “I want you, too, Professor Rogers,” she whispered.

He groaned. “Steve,” he corrected, leaning back to look her in the eyes. If they were going to do this he couldn’t handle any extra guilt, and he didn’t need to be reminded she was a student.

She beamed. “Steve,” she said, trying it out.

He liked the way his name rolled off her tongue - loved it. “God, I want you,” he said again.

She leaned up, eager to continue where they left off, but he stopped her.

“Not here,” he glanced around the room. “Not like this.”

Her lips formed an O and he wondered if she knew just how serious he was, what the weight of what they were doing meant.

He was all in, he had been from the moment he saw her, but that meant he had to tell her the truth.

“Have dinner with me,” he said before he could stop himself. “Tonight, at my place.”

She smiled shyly, the blush he was so eager to trace with his fingers returning, and she tucked her face into his chest.

He brushed her hair back from her face with his hands, tilting her chin up so she looked at him.

“Okay,” she said with a grin.

[yeppeojiwrites]

biggest fan epilogue//kang yeosang

warnings: mental health mention, kidnapping/abduction mention, swearing

word count: 1,929

so here’s the real, final end to my first ever fic,,,i hope you’ve enjoyed this series and that you aren’t too disappointed in my writing abilities but yee this was interesting to write and dare i say...fun?? idk

yeah he looks pretty here and what about it???

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Yeosang stared out of the barred window from his place in his bed. Dark circles surrounded his dark eyes and bruises and scars littered his exposed arms from times that he took his anger out on himself. His lips were cracked from a lack of water; Yeosang refused to drink the water from the mental institution because of its taste. 

Outside of his room, Yeosang could hear the laughs, screams, and cries of his fellow patients at the Seoul Institution for Mental Health. Yeosang has been here for the past five months and would continue to be here until he was no longer deemed a threat to society.  Today is Tuesday which means that it is visiting day, a day that comes twice a week at SIMH (Tuesdays and Saturdays) but never seems to fulfill its patients’ constant need to see their loved ones.

Yeosang’s mom and brother always come to visit him on Saturdays. His mom always sits next to him and holds his hand and strokes his hair while his brother talks to him about his niece and nephew and things that are going on in South Korea. His brother always manages to dodge news about you but Yeosang understands. It’s probably for his own good. 

Yeosang continued to face the window, even when he heard someone walking down the hallway; even though everyone else was in the main room, Yeosang figured that the person who was walking around wasn’t coming for him. Suddenly, a soft knock against his open door broke Yeosang out of his trance. 

“Yeosang, you have a visitor,” Miss Sori, Yeosang’s favorite staff member said, a sweet smile on her face. Yeosang turned from the window to look at her, a confused expression on his face. 

“I do?” he asked, his voice weak from disuse. Miss Sori nodded and gave a sweet-sounding mhm. Yeosang moved from his bed and put on his hospital socks, meeting Miss Sori at his doorway. She bent her arm so that there was an open space for an arm to go through, offering the arm to Yeosang. “Shall we?” she asked, looking at him expectantly. Yeosang slipped his arm through the loop and gave a small smile. “We shall.” he said. 

Sori and Yeosang walked through the hallway and into the common room where there were many small groups of people visiting with their loved ones. Miss Sori pointed to an empty table that sat near the edge of the room. “Sit there and do not face the door, alright?” she said. Yeosang turned to look at her in confusion but Miss Sori looked at Yeosang with a certain look that told him not to object. Yeosang shuffled across the room and made it to the chair that faced away from the door and sat down in it. 

“Where is Yeosang?” Yeosang heard a familiar voice say. 

“He’s over there, he just sat down.” Miss Sori said. Suddenly, the sound of rubber-soled sneakers moving against the hardware floor filled Yeosang’s ears and became louder and louder. Yeosang kept his eyes low and looked at his hands which were laying in his lap. 

You sat down in front of him and leaned back in the weighted chair. “Hey,” you said. Yeosang’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice. You took one look at him and said, “You really look like shit, Kang Yeosang.” which caused him to laugh. 

“You look different too,” he said. In truth, you did. You had a new ear piercing, your hair was cut into a bob and was a newly-dyed dark red, you had a small heart tattooed on the outside of your left hand, and your style had changed. 

You nodded. “That’s what going home does to you.” 

“Why are you visiting me?” Yeosang asked. “I thought you were still in (your home country) and that you wanted nothing to do with me.” he finished, a surprised tone in his voice. 

“I was in a place like this for a few weeks after I got home. Everyone I’ve met in this country wanted me to go to an institution in South Korea but I didn’t want anyone to recognize me or try to talk to me or get information about me regarding what happened so I waited until I got home to get help. Here in South Korea, I’m a foreign K-pop idol who was abducted by a crazed fan. In (home country) I’m just a person who was abducted in another country by a stalker. No one knows who I am at home, and it’s nice.” you say.

“You didn’t answer my question-”

“I’m getting there. I feel like you should know not to cut me off by now but it’s fine. We haven’t talked in a year. As I was saying though, I suffered from a lot of PTSD and anxiety and after a really bad break, I was sent to an institution. I was put on some medicine and I saw a therapist and things started to suck less. This experience led me to a question which led to me wanting to seek closure regarding this entire situation.” you said before pausing to lean forward in your chair. 

“I remember in the trial that the defendant said that you stopped refilling your medicine and seeing your therapist and psychologist about a month after Paradigm debuted. You said that you stopped taking it because you felt like you didn’t need it anymore because you found a new source of happiness, me.” you said. “Yeosang...you weren’t just taking medicine for depression. You’re delusional and you were taking medicine to decrease the amount of delusions. Why did you stop taking your medicine? This whole thing could have been avoided if you had just taken your medicine.”

“I have a very unhealthy obsession with things,” he started. 

“Clearly.” you said, causing him to sigh. 

“I see you still haven’t lost your sass,” he said as he rubbed his forehead. You shrugged. 

“Sass keeps me alive.” you respond. 

“Like I was saying, I have a very unhealthy relationship with things. I depended on my friends to keep me happy after my medicine stopped helping my impulses but when they failed, Paradigm had just debuted and I saw you as a way to divert my attention away from my mental issues but because I wasn’t focusing on them, they got worse.”

“But I don’t understand why you didn’t just visit a psychiatrist to try new medicine or change something about the way you were living,” 

“Like you said, I’m delusional,” he sighed. 

“Like the prosecutor said during the trial, ‘Your mental health doesn’t excuse what you did to me. It might have helped create the idea but it was your true self who abducted me.’” you said as you rested your arms on the table in front of you. 

“I’m sorry that I did what I did to you,” Yeosang said, reaching across the table to touch your hands. You moved your hands to your lap under the table. 

“We aren’t friends, Kang Yeosang. We haven’t been friends and we never will be friends.” you tell him firmly. He nods sadly. 

“Yeosang...I just came here to receive an answer to my question. I...I don’t think I’ll be back here again. Maybe we can meet under better circumstances in a different life or maybe we have a better relationship in a different dimension. But in this life and in this dimension, I don’t want to build a relationship with you and I refuse to.” You stand up and pull your cardigan around yourself.

“Have a good life, Yeosang.” 

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“Digmies! Look who’s back in South Korea!” Minami yelled into her phone. She turned the phone to face you and you waved. 

“Hello!” you said with a wide smile on your face. 

Comments began to speed across the VLive screen. 

“is that who i think it is?”

“(y/n)???????”

“we missed you!!” 

“are you guys gonna have an ot10 comeback soon??” 

“is a paradigm form debut coming???” 

“she’s back!!” 

“It’s been a while Digmies!” you laughed. 

“We missed her a lot!” Minami yelled and kissed your cheek, your eyes widening. 

“Hey! Minami!” you exclaimed as you chased her around the dance practice room. 

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(four months later)

“Set the form! Hello, we’re Paradigm!” you and groupmates greeted your audience before sitting in your seats. 

“Paradigm is back with all of their members in their new title track ‘Got This’ and full studio album Re:Zume. Ladies, can one of you tell us about your new comeback as well as your concept for this album?” the host asked.

“I can do it!” you say you raise your hand eagerly. The host nods and gestures for you to speak. You turn towards the audience and smile brightly.

“‘Got This’ is an upbeat song about doing something that you’re afraid to do or that you feel that you can’t do. One of the central song lyrics is, if my members can help me,

‘You got this (”Got this!” your groupmates sang enthusiastically.)

Go do what you want to do!

Live your own life

And do the things that are good for you.’” you rapped lightly while smiling. Your groupmates laughed and clapped and the audience cheered along with them. 

“During the time that I was...apart from my group, I would say ‘You got this’ to myself very often. The second part of the song came from an interaction with someone while I was apart from my group. He wasn’t living his own life and doing things that would help him,” you stated. “If he had...we probably would have had a comeback earlier.” you laughed slightly.

“But overall, I feel like it’s important to know that everyone has the power to make a positive change in their lives. You can pass that test; you can lose that weight if you want to lose it; you can get that date; you can get that job; and you can love yourself, even if it seems like you can’t right now. Everyone is capable of great things. You got this!” you state. 

“I think that’s a beautiful statement, (Y/N),” the host smiles. “I think after that explanation, we should see the performance! What does the audience think?” the host asks. The audience cheers in response. 

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Breaking: Paradigm Member (Y/N) Has a Boyfriend

Paradigm’s fifth youngest member and member of the sub-unit Paradigm Form (Y/N) was in the press not too long ago after a heart-wrenching abduction court case. However, the young woman is in the press for a new reason, a relationship. Her boyfriend, Choi San, an up-and-coming choreographer who received his start from his YouTube channel, is very smiley when talking about her as seen in the videos below and (Y/N) seems to be just as happy when he is brought up. 

Her company as well her groupmates, fellow idols, and television personalities are very supportive of the relationship. However, there has been some negativity surrounding the relationship. How do you feel about the relationship?

Comment below!

Comments: 

1. [+ - 10392] I’m so happy she’s at peace now! After everything she’’s been through, she deserves to feel happy! 

2. [+ - 9942] Look at their smiles!! Young love still exists, what a miracle kkkkk! I’m happy for the couple!

4. [+ - 9523] wah, theyre so cute!! i’m happy to see her smiling again!!

1100. [+ - -5837] isn’t she tired of being around men? he’s probably going to take advantage of her like her abductor is kkkkkkk foreign bitches never learn

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this is the end of a biggest fan!! i hope you enjoyed it! 

ellie <3

[lockyle-and-skull]

Oblivious George

Lockyle fic

I posted this on AO3 but decided to put it on here too

Description: A one-shot for Lockwood and Co, focusing on Lockyle. I tried for some humor but idk if it came through. Basically just a typical day at Lockwood and Co and KIPPS PUT DOWN THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER!

aka Lockwood and Lucy have been dating for a while and George finds out only after they’re engaged because of a certain Relic-woman taking up all his time, and when he finally does find out a lot of shit goes down.

The first time I noticed the new weight on my hand, it was when we were fighting a particularly humorous shifter. This Visitor, whether consciously or not, was taking the shape of three animals at once. Currently, it had the head of a lion, the belly of a hippo, and the legs of a kangaroo.

     “Liohipparoo!” A disembodied voice came from my rucksack.

    That would be the skull. As opposed to giving advice, as was requested by both Lockwood and myself on multiple occasions, it instead opted to provide a great number of sarcastic comments and ridiculous names for the creatures the shifter changed into.

    After throwing an annoyed glance in its general direction, I returned my attention to the ghost and the nuisance on my finger. The item in question was a large silver ring with a square emerald in the center, surrounded by writing that had long since worn away as to now be illegible. Lockwood had said his parents brought it home after their trip to Peru, and estimated it to be over 200 years old. He had given it to me the night before, having finally asked for my hand after two months of dating (or an agent’s equivalent of it). This was my first case as his fiancé, and the ring made my grip looser and kept digging into my finger, and was heavy enough that, after nearly an hour of playing cat and mouse with a Visitor, my blade was slowing and my arm was beginning to lower.

    My train of thought was broken by a shrill cry of “MERMACOW!”

    Indeed, the Visitor now had the body of a mermaid and the head of a cow. Lockwood ducked a spout of ectoplasm and continued twirling his rapier, keeping the Visitor penned in. I jumped in to help him, slicing at the bits of ectoplasm that were trying to escape.

    “Lucy, look out!”

    As a last attempt the shifter had swung its tail around, but both Lockwood and I dodged it easily. It was obvious it was loosing strength, but we had seen it do this before. On each occasion the ghost had disappeared into a different wall, which gave us no clue as to the location of the source. This time it went past us into the kitchen and slipped through the cupboards.

    Lockwood sighed. For the fourth time that night, we dug out our crowbars. Mrs. Poward wasn’t going to like us very much when she returned the following morning. There were already piles of paneling and wood chips in half the rooms in the house (not that it was a very large house, but still).

    We began hacking at the newest wall, with encouragement provided by the skull, which I had placed on the table out of harms way.

    “Put your back into it, woman! I can hit harder than that and I don’t even have hands."

    “Ooh hit it again there! I almost saw the board jiggle a little bit.”

    “Tell Lockwood to shift a bit to his right, I want to have a clear view when he falls on his behind.”

    Unfortunately, this was the norm for me. Sweaty excursions at odd hours of the night with a skull jabbering in my ear.

    Finally, Lockwood called for me to stop. We had been at it for ten minutes, and had found no source, no clue as to its whereabouts, nothing to help us contain the Visitor. All I had gotten was a more persistent throbbing in my finger.

    “Aren’t you going to ask me for help?”

    “We have. You've been useless.”

    Lockwood glanced at me. I gestured distractedly at the silver glass jar sitting on the kitchen table.

    “Well you haven’t asked nicely,” the ghost in question replied. “If you had I might have answered.”

    “Fine. Could you please give us any insight to the nature of the ghost, location of its Source, or any other useful information?”

    “No.“

    I groaned in frustration and lobbed a sliver of wood at it. It bounced off the jar with a very unsatisfying noise.

    “I can tell you that there is a secret room behind that wall."

    “That would be considered useful information!”

    We didn’t know much about the history of the house, or the ghost because George was out for most of the day, as was becoming increasingly common. No one knew what he was doing, but our suspicions were that he spent more time with Flo than recommend if you wanted to remain healthy, as he often returned to Portland Row caked in river mud and reeking like, well, Flo. Whatever the reason, he seemed to spend more time away from our house than he did in it, and as a result we were going into this case blind, so all we had to go on was the news that there was a secret room, and that was delivered by a talking skull, but it was enough for me.

    "The skull says that there's a secret room!" I told Lockwood, who wasn't able to hear its half of our exchange, as I began poking at the wall, hoping to find a board with a pressure release.

    Lockwood quickly joined me, starting at the other end of the wall. We worked our way in towards each other until our hands were on the same panel.

    "On three." Lockwood said, grinning at me. "One, two... three!"

    We pushed, and I felt something click, and a moment later a door that had been invisible a moment before creaked open.

    I stole a glance at Lockwood, who was already examining the passageway, checking for traps. I went back and picked up the skull, placing it back in my rucksack before squeezing past Lockwood, who was bent over poking at a pile of rat droppings as if it might be hiding a Raw-Bones, trailing my hand on the stone wall, hoping for my Touch to give me a glimpse of the past. I got nothing until I rounded the corner and found myself in a small, square room. The psychic residue was strong, and I was thrown into a vision of the past so hard that I backed into Lockwood, who was coming up behind me, having decided there was not a ghost about to jump out at us from the rat droppings, and only got a glimpse of a woman standing by the desk in the corner before my hand jerked away from the wall. I tentatively replaced it, and was again struck by the vision's strength, but this time Lockwood was there to support me, and I didn't flinch. I saw the same woman I had seen before, but this time I was closer. She was holding a large wooden box engraved with carvings of people along with what looked like hieroglyphs. She was standing by the same desk, and as I watched put the box in a drawer.

    When the scene began to repeat I wrenched myself out of the memory to find Lockwood on the other side of the room, leaning impatiently against the wall. That was the problem with Touch, you couldn't control it. You were just standing there in a trance while everything happened around you. When Lockwood saw that I was back, he raised his eyebrows questioningly.

    "The desk," I said, "Some sort of Egyptian box."

    He calmly pushed himself off the wall and strode over to the desk, pulling open the drawer. It was at that moment the shifter decided to reappear.

    Lockwood felt the psychic disturbance and left the desk, instead taking up guard duty while I located the Source. We had done this so many times in the time we've worked together that we didn't even have to speak. I just walked over to the desk and stuck my hand in the drawer. I moved it from side to side, ring scraping on the wood, until I felt the stickiness I had grown so accustomed to, the one that meant I had found the Source. Tugging out the box I had seen, now wrapped in layers of spider webs, I turned around to check on Lockwood. He was holding his own, darting in and out, faking to the right then thrusting up into the head of a dolphin. This form resulted in very high pitched clicking noises echoing around in my head, so I decided to wrap this up (pun intended).

    Pulling a silver chain net from one of my pockets, I draped it over the box, causing the ghost Lockwood had cornered to flicker, then disappear completely.

    Lockwood pulled me in for a celebratory kiss before pulling me out, back into the kitchen. I was glad for this, because I think we were both getting a bit claustrophobic.

    "Nice work in there, Luce."

“What, no kiss for little old me?”

    I ignored the voice, choosing instead to focus on Lockwood. "Thanks. Think George would like this one?"

    "Oh, he would have a field day. You know how much he likes shifters, always trying to figure out what lets them change shape."

    "Good," I said with a yawn, "didn't really want to take a trip to the furnaces."

    "Let's give it to him in the morning, we need a good night's sleep."

    We exited the house, locked it, and hailed a Night Cab. I fell asleep on the ride, and have a hazy memory of Lockwood carrying me up to his bedroom.

    When I awoke the next morning, Lockwood was already up and downstairs reading on the couch in the library. He glanced up when I walked in, and flashed me a smile, the one he reserved just for me.

    "Morning, Luce. Sleep well?"

    "Very well. Did you give George his gift yet?" I asked.

    "I thought you might want to do the honors." he responded, holding up the silver chain net containing the Source from last night's case.

    "You thought right." I said, taking the bundle from him. "Is he back yet?"

    "Yeah, he's in the kitchen."

    I turned around and made my way over to where George was writing something on the thinking cloth.

    I held my hand out to George, and was about to tell him about the shifter from last night, but was cut off by a very high-pitched squeal.

Holly came running in from where she was dusting the skull lamp in the front hall.

    "What is it? What's wrong? Is someone dying? Is there a fire?"

    Kipps, upon hearing the word 'fire', came running through spraying a fire extinguisher and screaming something nonsensical (we know not to joke about fire when he's around, apparently Inspector Barnes told him about the client's house I set fire to, and he now lives his life in fear that we will do it again (...again)).

    George's mouth was moving, but no words were coming out, and Holly had already started cleaning up the foam made by Kipps' fire extinguisher, before rushing out of the room to stop him from doing any more damage. Lockwood still remained in the library, even though the house was falling into chaos. But why was the house falling into chaos?

    My question was answered when George finally found his voice. "LuCY, WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR FINGER???"

    "LOCKWOOD, HOLLY GET IN HERE, LUCY'S GOT A RING!"

    "LUCY WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU WERE DATING?"

    It was at this moment Lockwood finally appeared, with a bemused smile on his face. Holly came rushing in after, grabbed my hand (still holding the very heavy source), examined the ring, then glanced at Lockwood.

    "So you finally got around to asking her?" she asked him.

    He just nodded in response, because George had resumed his inhuman screeching, making talking impossible. When George finally calmed down, he asked, "So, who's the lucky guy?"

    I just nodded at Lockwood. George still looked confused, so Lockwood strode across the room, cupped my face, and kissed me. It would have been one of the best, but it was cut short by George screaming louder than before, and a shout from Holly.

    "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GEORGE NO DON'T TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF!!!!"

    This got our attention, and we turned around just in time to see George running out of the house in his underwear with Holly giving chase, and Kipps setting up a video camera.

    We later learned three things; one, the box we found contained a canonic jar containing the organs of a dead guy, two, that Kipps made a bunch of copies of the video he took and will use it as blackmail, and three, that George is very bad at dealing with emotions.