#I’m slowly going insane the longer I don’t draw

[linescribble]

I HAVE DRAAWWWWNNN

Normally I would at least render it a bit but I didn’t have time to actually do lineart properly I’ll render it after seven months ig fuck

Also if anyone sees this does tumblr let you make another blog but under the same account cuz I think I heard that somewhere, and if yes how?

[letorip]

casual

"i thought you thought of me better, someone you couldn't lose, you said, "we're not together," so now when we kiss i have anger issues"

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pairing: natalie scatorccio x reader

summary: you and nat have been hooking up, but it seems the label of "no attachment" just seems to hurt you both.

warnings: explicit sexual content, mentions of sex, friends with benefits with feelings, you're a little bit of a dick

word count: 4.6k

A/N: it's come to my attention a LOT of people have used the chappell roan song casual for nat and i want to say i legitimately discovered this after i started writing. i tried to make it different from the others but there's definitely similarities just because they're based on the same song, but i want it known this was not an attempt to copy other people and i think so many of the other authors are insanely talented and i love reading their works.

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“Nat I swear to god I’m going to kick you out of this bed if you don’t stop moving,” you groaned, smushing your face further into the pillow. The thin cloth casing smelled like her floral shampoo and cigarette smoke, and you pressed it with your nose to make it last longer, squeezing your eyes shut and drawing a slow, heady lungful.

Natalie scoffed at you, pinching your bare side gently with her soft fingers, and you squirmed with a laugh. “This is my bed and you’re hogging the sheets, jerk. I’m trying to get comfortable.” If you had more of a conscience about the whole thing, you would have felt worse about leaving her out in the cold air of the room in what little she was wearing, but you were having all too much fun.

“Mm,” you hummed in response, bunching her comforter up in your hands and tugging even more towards you with a mischievous smile, to the point where the entire thing was wrapped around you and absolutely none was left on Natalie, who you could hear shift on the mattress behind you.

“You have got to be fucking with me,” she said in disbelief, and you grinned. “Give it here,” she demanded, reaching for your burrito of sheets and you jerked yourself away with a laugh, rolling over to see her staring at you with narrowed eyes. “Come on, give me my comforter,” she said again, trying and failing to seem assertive. Nat never scared you like she scared other people.

You raised your eyebrows at her in amusement and stuck your tongue out, rolling back away from her. “Are you serious??” she asked, reaching for you, but you moved from her grip again. “Come here, you idiot,” she laughed, wrapping a hand around your clump of her bedsheets and climbing on top of you, straddling your waist with her legs so you couldn't escape.

You squirmed underneath her, trying and failing to break free. She was a soccer player like you, with strong legs so you could barely nudge her. "Are you done?" She asked with a beaming grin, hands next to your head on the bed to box you in. Her soft blonde hair fell around the both of you and you would have stopped for a moment to admire the view if an idea didn't suddenly pop into your mind.

"Hmm, let me think," you said, and Nat's smile immediately wiped away. "No," you said, and in an instant you shifted your weight, rolling her right off of you and onto the carpeted floor with a soft thud.

"Hey!" She called up from the floor, but you were too busy laughing. You sat up, tossing the sheets off to look at her down there in your triumph. "Jerk," she said, but not unaffectionately.

"Looks like you fell there," you replied, propping your head up on your hand and grinning from ear to ear.

"Aren't you funny."

"I like to think so."

She went silent for a moment, humming at your response and then just staring for a while, looking you over with an unreadable expression. You swallowed, letting her stare with a growing lump in your throat as you watched her eyes trace up your legs slowly from where they hung off the side of her mattress, landing on your waist and then trailing up again, to your chest for a while, and then finally up to your face.

The air in the room had been sucked out by a vacuum, and the two of you were left in a rising warmth and muggy heat. She stood up then, locking your eyes on hers and slowly walking towards you until she stood right over you, close enough to where you could feel her warm breath fanning down over your face.

Her own pale cheeks were flushed pink, and when her hands came up to rest on your shoulders your own went up to her waist, sliding your thumbs up further until they brushed against her ribcage. She shivered and tensed under your grip and you felt it.

Nat leaned down to you in a gentle way one would never assume would be her style, softly pressing her lips to yours. You sat like that for a moment, smiling gently into it as she clambered up to straddle your waist again, never once breaking contact. Her lips grew more hungry, moving against yours with a rising intensity and desire for more, softly breathing into your mouth and pushing on the bare skin of your shoulders.

Your hands moved down to wrap around the back of her thighs, holding her tight against you as she broke the kiss and moved down towards your neck. "Nat," you laughed in between attacks from her lips and small bites here and there. "We literally just did this. Like, not even thirty minutes ago."

"And?" she asked, going back to her business and moving her mouth to the space where your neck and shoulder met. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stop yourself from groaning and instead to form words. "Your hands are so rough," she whispered in your ear, before retreating down again.

Your hands slid up from the back of her thighs. "Sorry. It's the tennis and the water polo," you rushed, a tad apologetic. But Natalie shook her head, pulling back and leaning her forehead against yours to catch her breath.

"Fuckin' rich people," she said, smiling. You nodded, reconnecting your lips together before you trailed your mouth down her neck and to her collarbone, leaving small kisses as you went. One of her hands came up, fingers grabbing and threading at your hair to hold you there. "Wait, you have a butler don't you?" she asked, but the last part was cut off with a breath as you sucked right over her pulse.

You rolled your eyes in amusement at the question, pulling away and raising your eyebrows at her. "You really want to talk about that right now?" Nat had always harboured a fascination with your lifestyle you failed to understand, but you indulged her when she asked.

"I'm just saying," she laughed. "What's his name? Jeeves?"

"Nope," you shook your head in amusement, already knowing how she'd react. "Reginald."

"Now that's hot," Nat joked, smacking you on the shoulder playfully before she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you tighter to her.

"Yeah yeah, get it out of your system, idiot," You shook your head, looking up at her where she sat over you. Light warmed over her blonde hair from the window behind you both.

"Mhm," she hummed, kissing you one last time before she pulled away. "You should probably go soon," she said, looking over at her alarm clock with a frown.

"But I like this position," you teased with a smile, hands back on her waist and slowly tracing patterns on the skin there. Her skin was soft and you dragged the pads of your fingers up and down, tapping gently and doodling random shapes.

"Yeah well, my dad will be home soon. I don't think he'd like seeing us in this position," Nat said back, clambering off of you with a smirk. You felt the weight off your lap the moment she was gone and had to stop yourself from grabbing her hand and tugging her back towards you. Damn her father. From what you had heard of him from Nat, he wasn’t too nice anyways.

But you stopped yourself, watching Natalie go, walking to the other corner of her room to where you had thrown her jeans earlier. She turned to you as she tugged them on. "You're going to practice tomorrow, right?"

You nodded. "Couldn't escape soccer if I tried."

Nat nodded, grabbing a nearby shirt and throwing it over herself. “Want to meet up after? Continue what we started?” She asked with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head with a smile. “I can’t. My father is back from his business trip. We’re having my cousins over for dinner- it’s a whole big thing. Reginald is making a roast.”

“Okay,” Nat said, leaning back for a moment to think. "What about Lottie's party on Friday? You going to that too?"

"Couldn't escape Lottie if I tried," you said, throwing your head back against her bed and splaying out. Lottie Matthews held a special place in your heart as not only your neighbour but one of your best friends, and that meant being dragged to whatever social gathering she so desired to attend or host.

"Ooookay, so...would you want to maybe…go to Lottie's together?" That caught your attention and you froze, looking up to see Nat uncomfortably glancing around her room, arms crossed and mindlessly tugging on the ends of her sleeves.

"Uh...," you stuttered, propping yourself up on your arms and frowning. "I kind of already told Jackie I would go with her and Jeff. I thought you would be going with Kevyn and that one kid...so."

Nat nodded, looking down at the floor and frowning. "Yeah, it's... it's fine.”

“Okay…” you trailed off, watching her fidget. “Are you…?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Jesus Christ. It’s one party.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Nat was very clearly not fine, but you knew better than to push her buttons. She tended to explode upon confrontation, especially when she didn’t want to talk about it. You stood up, stretching your arms out and you could feel her watching you again, soft blue eyes looking over you.

“Listen,” she said, in a tone that was disarmingly sweet for Natalie Scatorccio. This was far from the tough girl who shoved you against lockers after practice or who argued with you about everything and anything she could. Her cheeks were flushed and she fidgeted with her fingers.

“When I said… earlier, when I said you had really rough hands. I like your hands. It wasn’t- I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

“Um…okay,” you replied, nodding gently at her. You had no clue why she was being so timid all of a sudden and it was a bit puzzling. You turned back from her to grab your shirt from the floor next to her bed, tugging it over your head and turning back. "Have you seen my shorts?" you asked, running a hand through your mussed up hair and attempting to tame it.

"Yeah," said Nat, still weirdly quiet. She held them up in her hand, outstretched towards you, and you walked over, grabbing them from her and tugging them on.

"Thanks," you smiled, pulling the drawstrings tight and going to get your socks. The entire time she just watched you, not saying much but clearly thinking a whole lot. "Are you sure you're okay?" you laughed. "Stop being weird, Nat. Just say it."

"Okay...Look, I know you said-" but she was cut off. From outside her bedroom down the hall, you heard the front door open and slam shut. Natalie's face went white in panic and she stood right up, running to the window and throwing it open without even a second to waste.

"NATALIE, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!" the old, gruff voice called from her kitchen, and you knew this was a code red situation.

"Go! Go! Go!" She whispered at you, pushing you towards her window. "Get the fuck out before he finds you!"

"Wait, my shoes-" you said, hopping through the window and landing on the hot pavement in your socks. She laughed, turning back around and grabbing your sneakers off the floor, throwing them out the window and smacking you in the head, bouncing off you. "Ow!"

"Sorry!" She whispered, sticking her head out the window. "See you tomorrow?" Her eyes softened for a moment, looking hopeful.

"Yeah," you nodded, grabbing your shoes off the ground.

"NATALIE! NOW GODDAMMIT!" Her dad called again, and she spun around, heading for the door and leaving you outside her window. You didn't even bother putting your shoes on as you ran off in your socks, to where you had parked your car several streets down.

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It was always Wednesdays in the cafeteria when the food looked most disgusting. You didn't eat it, but Shauna did, sitting right in front of you with a plate of what was allegedly turkey and gravy, and you always wanted to poke it a bit with a straw and see if it would get up and crawl away.

"Stop staring at my food," she laughed, and you shook your head, gagging a bit with overdramatic performance.

"It looks like a science experiment.”

"Yeah, well not everyone can have their food packed for them, now can they? Not my fault I don't have a maid like Lottie or a butler, like you," Shauna said, gesturing at you with her fork.

“Sorry,” you winced.

"You can have some of my sandwich, if you want," Lottie said, turning to Shauna and pulling it from her bag. "The housekeeper makes too much for me anyways."

Shauna shook her head. "I'm really fine, thanks Lottie. It's not as bad as it looks. Tastes almost good, in a weird way.”

“Maybe you’re just weird,” you shrugged with faux integrity, and Shauna stuck her tongue out at you.

“Are you guys going out for track in the spring?” Jackie asked, arms crossed out in front of her.

“I am, yeah,” said Lottie. “My parents think the more sports I do, the more colleges I get into.”

“Mine too,” you nodded. “I’m doing track but only if it doesn’t interfere with spring tennis.”

"What are you going out for?" Jackie asked. "I'm debating if I should even go out."

"Yeah, you should go out," Lottie said. "Track is always fun. (Y/n) and I both do relay and high jump, but you could probably handle the hurdles or short sprints."

"You think?" Jackie asked, staring off in contemplation.

You nodded again. "You'd do just fine. It's no big deal if you already know how to run, and me and-"

"-Oh. My. God." All three of you looked over at Jackie, who had straightened up completely. She was staring off behind you, into the distance with her mouth a bit agape. You hadn't even noticed she had stopped listening to the conversation.

"What?" You asked, puzzled by her expression. "Something on me?"

Jackie nodded, smirking. "A certain someone's eyes are."

You rolled your eyes. "Do I even want to know?"

"Oh come on," Jackie said. "You already know. Nat. She keeps looking over here from her burnout table."

You frowned, turning around and following her eyes. Natalie sat on the opposite side of the cafeteria, at one of the round green tables in the corner near the vending machines. She was indeed looking at you, headphones over her ears and cassette player on the table. When she saw you look back at her, she looked away quickly, turning to Kevyn.

"She's, like, stalking you at this point."

You scoffed, looking back to your table. "She's not stalking me, drama queen. She's probably just looking around."

Lottie turned back to the table, shrugging. "I mean, she does keep looking over here."

"Oh, not you too," you groaned, facepalming.

Lottie held up her hands defensively. "I'm just saying what I'm seeing." Shauna sent you a sympathetic look from across the table, retreating to eat more of her turkey. When someone gave Jackie crumbs like this she was like a dog with a bone. True investigative journalism at its finest.

"You said you two are hooking up right?" She asked, leaning forwards and almost whispering the last part. You frowned, not entirely sure why she was acting like it was a secret.

"Yeah, we hook up. We're not together though," you answered her.

"But she wants to be," Jackie said, flat out like it was a statement and an obvious one at that. She looked back over your shoulder where you assumed Natalie was still watching you. You shrugged.

"Maybe? I don't know. She hasn't said anything to me, so."

"She follows you around like a lovesick puppy, it's genuinely so weird. I've never seen Nat in love before-"

"Woah, slow down. She's not in love with me."

"Come on!" Jackie said, laughing. "You can NOT be that oblivious. Nat practically drools over you all the time whenever you're doing tennis at the courts next door!"

"So? We fuck around. Becoming a thing hasn't been talked about by either of us."

"Tell her that, then," Jackie giggled. "That nutcase is stalking you, I'm serious."

"Stop calling her a nutcase," you glared at her.

"It's just funny," Jackie shrugged. "So the cool, stoner burnout girl fell for the valedictorian, jock, key club president whose parents own a third home in Long Beach."

"Drop it, Jackie," Lottie said from next to you, shaking her head in irritation. God bless Lottie. But Jackie smirked at you again.

"It's just funny. Romeo and Juliet. It's cute, really," she laughed.

"Shut up," you said.

From overhead, the school bell rang, and you stood to gather your things for the final period of the day, bumping into Lottie as she did the same. Jackie spun to you.

“I’m gonna go find Jeff! See you guys at practice.”

“Bye,” Shauna nodded, giving her a warm smile.

The three of you grabbed your stuff and headed for the chemistry lab, turning down the hallway and up the stairs.

“Sorry about her, you know how she gets about Nat,” Shauna said to you, turning as you walked.

You shrugged. “It’s fine. She just needs to take it out on me next time, and not Nat. Nat didn’t do anything wrong.”

“She knows, yeah,” Shauna said, shuffling the books around in her arms so they were easier to hold onto. “You said your dad is back in town, right?”

“Yup. He was in Tokyo for some business or whatever. I don’t know, it’s boring stuff, a merger or something.”

Lottie shuddered. “I still remember when he yelled at us for pieing that old groundskeeper. He's like, scary."

You laughed. "He's not scary. He's just a business dude. No nonsense. And you and I know we were nonsense kids."

"Would he care if I went to the dinner? My parents are having date night and Taissa and Van are busy," Lottie said.

"I mean, I don't think he would care. My mother insisted on making a whole thing out of it. Pretty sure she invited the new neighbours, the Roosevelts."

"Wait, as in-" Lottie stopped, beginning to grin.

"It's not funny," you said, rolling your eyes.

"What? What's wrong with that?" asked Shauna.

"It's nothing, Lottie is being stupid."

"Hey!"

"My mother keeps trying to set me up with their daughter, since she's on the golf team and likes science," you explained to Shauna. "She keeps trying to find me a match in our neighbourhood. Literally almost killed her when I said me and Lottie were just friends."

"Have you told them about Nat?" Shauna said. The three of you turned the corner, walking up to the water fountain you would hang out in front of right before class started. Shauna leaned back against the lockers nearby, and Lottie went for a drink.

"Uh, first of all, they would probably kill me, and second of all, we're not together officially or anything," you shrugged. "We mess around a bit, but we both say it's casual and give each other space. Nat's tough, she knows."

Speak of the devil. From where you stood leaning against a pillar, Nat walked by with some kid you didn't know, shooting a small smile in your direction. You just watched her go, giving her an awkward grimace and looking back to your friends.

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"Eyes open, Lottie!" Coach Ben yelled from across the field near the bench. You could see Misty and Trevor, the manager for the boys' team, in the distance next to him, watching the scrimmage.

"Here!" She yelled. Lottie spun on her foot, sweeping the ball right from between Daniel DuPont's legs and up to Luke Miller, who was being covered down by a kid you didn't know. He looked around desperately, eyeing anyone she could pass to, finally locking eyes with you and booting it in your direction.

You caught it with your chest, letting it fall and then moving forward until Nat could catch up, Jeremy from your English class hot on her heels. You passed it out to her on the wing, letting her take it up the pitch.

She dribbled it, keeping it away from Carter Avery. He was a real prick, with a nasty sneer while he played, and he kept yelling at her, chasing her down the pitch while she ran. You moved up along with Jackie, ready for Nat to cross it to you, but she couldn't make it.

You watched Natalie push forward, but Laura Lee was nowhere to be found, covered completely by Shauna, who was an amazing defender and kept her completely boxed out. Taissa was on you and Jackie, and any pass in Jackie's direction would've immediately let Taissa run away with it.

Instead, Nat turned to Carter, trying to bounce it off his shoe and out, but it ricocheted, knocking off her own cleats and out. "Out on Natalie!" Coach Martinez yelled. "Natalie, if you're going to pull those tricks it has to work, come on!" He said, throwing up his hands.

She nodded, but Carter looked pissed, stalking over to her. "Play some good soccer, why don't you?" He sneered, coming right up to Nat's face. "Pull that bullshit again and I'll show you what happens."

You rolled your eyes, walking over. "Shut the hell up, Carter. It's your throw in anyways."

Carter Avery leered at you, trying to seem tall. "Got something to say to me, (L/n)?"

You put your hands on your hips, glaring right back at him. "Yeah, maybe I do, Avery. There's a reason the girls are going to nationals and the boys aren't. If you played just as well as you talked shit, maybe it'd be a winning team."

"Fuck off," he said. "I don't need your shit, country club."

"You're gonna get it anyways," you glared at him. "Just as long as you keep being a quivering pussy."

"Bite me," he said back.

"Can we play some soccer? Hellooo?" yelled Jackie from behind you. Carter grunted, but didn't say anything else, grabbing the ball from the ground and stalking towards the sideline. You rolled your eyes but backed up to your position, just behind Nat so you could give her support. Laura Lee came up, ready, and you looked back to Lottie to make sure she was behind you when-

-BAM!

A soccer ball collided right with your face, knocking you right off your feet. If it didn't hurt so damn much you would've been impressed by how good of a throw it was. Instead, you were left looking up at the sky, feeling blood begin to waterfall from your nose.

"Carter!" A voice yelled. "What the fuck!?"

"Oh my god!"

"Jesus Christ!"

"A very worried-looking Jackie was hovering over you, blocking your head from the sun. You saw Lottie behind her in a moment, and then everyone was crowing around in a weird halo of concern and disgust.

Nat elbowed her way through the crowd and was right by your head. "Are you okay?" She asked you, insanely worried. Her blue eyes were shining and distressed, and her blonde hair fell around you again like it did in her bedroom. You managed a weak thumbs up and a smile.

"Yup. Never better," you mumbled in pain, and she laughed, shaking her head.

"So stupid."

"How do I look?" You asked her.

"Covered in bruises, dude," she replied, with a smile. You heard some movement in the background and then you were being made to sit up. It was Misty, right behind you, carrying some nose plugs, bandaids, and a first aid kit.

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They let you sit out for the rest of the scrimmage for obvious reasons, and you sat right on the patterned blue and yellow tiles that led to the locker rooms with an ice pack against your nose and eye, head resting right up against the wall.

You didn't know what they did with Carter and you didn't particularly care. The pain in your eye and your nose seemed to radiate through your whole body, and you squeezed your eyes shut. According to Misty it was a miracle you had avoided a concussion, but it wasn't a miracle for your nose, which currently sat stuffed with blood-soaked tissues.

From down the hall near the field you heard the heavy metal door open. "Hey," she said. You didn't move, trying to stop more blood from pouring out.

"Hey Nat," you replied.

"Carter is probably getting detention. Everyone knows it was on purpose."

"Coach Martinez can do that?" you asked.

"Apparently. He gave us this whole long speech and pretty much dissed the boys team for not being good. It was funny."

You smiled at the thought, nodding a little bit. "Remind me not to cross Coach Martinez."

"Will do."

"Is practice over?" You asked, opening one eye to look at her.

"Not yet," Nat shook her head. "I volunteered to check on you."

"My hero."

She rolled her eyes at the title, smiling in that cheesy, toothy way she liked to smile. You liked it when she smiled like that.

"Well, Carter's a douche," she said after a moment.

"I know. Kept on contemplating if it was worth it to knee him in the balls."

"You should've. That guy could fuckin' reproduce one day. There could be more, miserable, little clones of himself that other kids will have to put up with." Natalie walked over, sliding down onto the floor with you.

"Tell me how bad it is, would you?"

She winced. "It's definitely a 'black' eye. Your nose is busted, too."

"Great. My mother is gonna throw a giant fit about it, then," you groaned, imagining it now.

"Why?" She asked.

You laughed. "She's supposed to be setting me up tonight. Has this neighbour girl- Julie Roosevelt- picked out and everything for that dinner I told you about. She's not bad, she's at least nice, but I don't-"

You stopped talking when you noticed Natalie had tensed up next to you. She was staring at the opposite wall, looking absolutely beside herself. "She what?"

"She's trying to set me up..." you muttered. There was suddenly the overwhelming sensation you had just said something very very wrong. Nat stood right up, turning around to go back out the doors. "Nat, what's wrong? What did I say?"

She whipped back around to you, eyes watery, her bottom lip quivering a bit, in a way you had never seen Natalie either. "And you're letting her?"

"Um...I mean, I don't really have an excuse."

"Oh, you don't, do you? God, you're such a fucking asshole!"

"What did I do??" You asked her, standing up too.

"You really don't know?"

"No, Nat, I don't."

She shook her head, tears beginning to fall. "Go to hell, (Y/n)." With that she turned around, bursting through the metal doors. You were left in the hallway all alone, watching her go with a deep frown.

"Ahem," cleared a throat from behind you.

You nodded. "I know Lottie. I know."

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so this took awhile. first non jenna ortega fanfic of mine, so it's probably a little bloated, but i wanted to get it out there because there will definitely be a part two. i like nat so much and i love the show, and there will definitely be more nat and more lottie from me and shauna (?) but next will be a tara carpenter fic

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer

When a relationship not known by Chris’ family is suddenly front and center when he insists on her coming to his family Christmas festivities. Just how insane can she expect it to be? And how bad will it effect her relationship?

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“I just need my bathing suit and I’ll have all my clothes ready to be packed.” I tell him as I hold the laundry basket in my arms

He nods as he remains half out of it staring at me

“Chris?”

“Mmhm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

He sighs as he sits up saying “I’m not liking the idea of not being together on Christmas. The best holiday.”

I drop the laundry basket and walk over to him, I sit on the armrest of the chair as he pulls me towards him

His lips press to my shoulder as he says “The Bahamas are so lame right now. Change your flight. Let’s go there for New Years. Boston is so beautiful right now.”

Sighing I say “My whole family is there, and they would love to meet you. You know that. I talk about you all the time and my mom already loves you. Why don’t you come with me? And then we can celebrate New Years with your family?”

Slowly he considers giving in as my eyes practically melt him and my lips press to his as I smile widely

The corners of his lips curve upwards in response to me and he groans saying “My mom and sisters would kill me if I missed Christmas. My nieces and nephews are expecting me there.”

Nodding I sigh saying “So basically we can’t spend the holiday together. And we’re back to square one.”

He smiles to me and says “Yeah. I guess so.”

But that look on his face for a split second was awfully mischievous and I know he’s up to something.

He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my collarbones as we draw closer to each other

“It’s snowing in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston when it’s snowing?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Winter is my second favorite season there. A white Christmas is my favorite. And my family goes all nine yards.”

“Oh really? What do they do?”

He smiles and says “Well my whole big family pile into my childhood home and we spend the whole week together. My mom has us baking and cooking all week and we go see a Christmas play on Christmas Eve. And we have a Christmas Eve party after. And Christmas Day is the best, seeing my niece and nephews excitement over the gifts is the best. My mom makes us spiked hot chocolate and we have this massive dinner. It’s literally heaven.”

The pause sits for awhile as I think on my family, my parents have my sisters and all their friends in the Bahamas with them currently

I paid for the vacation, called it an early Christmas gift.

But… Boston doesn’t sound too bad

“If.. I can change my flight, I’m in.”

His eyes widen suddenly as he looks to me surprised saying “You’re serious?”

I scoff saying “Was that not a real offer?”

“No! No it was real. I’ll.. I’ll call my mom telling her you’re coming along.”

I nod and stare at the laundry across the room. I sigh saying “im not going to need that bathing suit am I?”

He laughs whole heartedly and I grumble saying “You owe me time at the beach. I need ocean and sun time.”

“Promise. New Years with your family in the Bahamas. We can stay a week longer than your family. Just us.”

I sigh into him as I grow relaxed, nodding saying “That sounds perfect. Just what I need after the shit-show movie I just wrapped.”

“He was a terrible director.”

“He made me pull my hair out. I need to strictly rely on Greta and Sofia for work. They’re the only tolerable directors I’ve worked with. Besides obviously the marvel projects.”

He nods saying “Making everyone work on a holiday is crazy.”

“Well you saw how well that worked out for him.”

Chris laughs saying “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie crew so happy that an actress went full diva for them.”

“They all deserved to be with their families, regardless if they celebrated the holiday or not.”

“Trust me, I know they were thankful.”

I sigh saying “Yeah…. Now tell me what I need to pack for Boston.”

“You need to start with at least 3-4 coats or jackets.”

I make a winced face and say “You’re kidding.”

“That doesn’t include winter coats. Do you have a winter—”

He pauses as he looks to me as I produce a pinched expression and shrug saying “I don’t own anything like that.”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do then.”

The flight was simple enough, I overpacked and had to check my bag. Chris didn’t have to, he had a small enough bag for it to be a carry on

I realized how big of a mistake it was to check my bag the minute I started looking through the carousels for my suitcase

Only to my surprise it never came around. Chris felt terrible as the flight attendant informed me that my suitcase, along with half the passengers were left to fly out on the next plane

I blinked in response to her, feeling anger rise within me “what do you mean you left my suitcase?”

“It will be delivered here in a few hours. We can ship it to the address you—”

“I just want my things! Why couldn’t you fit my suitcase on the plane?”

“There are certain rules and regulations we need to follow, the flight was sold out and we couldn’t exceed a certain weight—”

“Everything I need is in my suitcase! It’s 25 degrees out! I need my things!”

Chris wraps his arm around me attempting to calm me down saying “Honey… honey it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

I scoff saying “Don’t give me that. You carried your suitcase on. You have everything you could possibly need. I have nothing. My scripts were in there. I needed to run those lines.”

He sighs and attempts to comfort me as he looks to the lady saying “How soon will it be shipped?”

“The second it’s in our custody. You should get it by tomorrow.”

“That’s not so bad, you’ll have all your things by tomorrow. In the meantime we’ll figure something out.”

The Bahamas are sounding a lot better now

“Yeah. Okay..” I say unconvinced and on edge

Chris had called his mom a day ago telling her he was bringing his girlfriend and she was surprised to find out so late in advance

Pretty frustrated this is one of the few times she’d even heard about me.

But before I wasn’t even his girlfriend, we were just going on a few dates. He thought it was easier to just say that to his mother instead

We were both so busy, there was no time to share with anyone else but each other

And we used every single minute we could find with the other

He’d fly to me and leave in the morning. Or I’d fly in at 9am and have to leave at 12am.

He knows he should have mentioned his girlfriend earlier, to not only his mother but probably his sisters and practically anyone else in his family

I ask as he drives our rental car towards the house “Scott’s there already?”

He’s the one person I really knew from his family, considering how often he visited

“Yeah. He just got to the house this morning.”

I swallow hard saying “And your mom, Lisa knows I’m coming to Christmas?”

“She knows, relax y/n. There’s nothing to worry about. My mom will love you and we’ll have a great time.”

“So your older is Carly, and Shanna is your younger sister. Then there’s your dad and he’s a dentist. And then there’s miles and—”

“Clearly you’ve done your research.”

I sigh as I run my hands down my face saying “I wouldn’t even need to. You love your family, you talk about them constantly. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve met them. I could probably recite their birthdays at this point… oh my god. Don’t let me say that to them. I’m losing my mind. I’m so nervous, were you this nervous to meet my mom?”

He laughs as I scramble my sentences together quickly, talking way too fast

“Your mother gave me no warning, I met her in my boxers while I was getting the paper. I had no time to be nervous.”

I smile and look to him saying “She thought you were handsome immediately.”

He shakes his head saying with a chuckle “No, her first comment was asking why I was so pale.”

Laughing I shake my head saying “I can’t believe she said that.”

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He livens up my mood just switching the topic, I feel better already. He squeezes my hand saying “Just don’t overthink this and you’ll do great. Promise.”

And that’s when we turned down a street where I saw a suburban neighborhood, it was different than I was used to

There was an inflatable Santa on the large patch of grass in the front yard and lights thrown up onto the gutters, brightly colored

The driveway was full and it made me uneasy. Chris put the car in park and once he turned off the engine he looked to me “you ready to go in?”

“The gifts were in my suitcase, Chris. I have nothing for them—”

“You have your bright smile. That’s enough, we can go shopping in the morning or wait for your suitcase. All that matters is the gifts under the tree by Christmas.”

A sigh releases my lips as I look to the sprawl of inflatables across the front yard that I hadn’t noticed earlier

Some that are so clearly Boston suburbia that it’s odd to me

“Oh. That’s Jim. Moms had that inflatable for decades. It’s older than all the grandkids combined.”

“What is… it supposed to be?”

“It used to be an 8foot tall snowman, one of the first to be released. But it’s face wore off so is kids drew a new one on with sharpie and… yeah that was the result.”

Scott slowly sneaks around the car, and slams his palms into the glass of my car door

I scream as I jerk my head towards him and heave heavy breaths as my screaming stops

Chris laughs loudly and boisterous as I nearly kick the door open. It hitting Scott as I climb out, pushing his shoulder as his laugher only annoys me

“You’re an asshole!”

He and Chris just think my reaction is the funniest thing possible

“Did you hit your head when you jumped that high?”

He tumbles to the ground as he falls in the snow and practically cries with laughter

I huff in annoyance saying “Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Scott struggles to say as he gasps for air as his laughter slows

I look to Scott saying “We have a whole competition going, scaring each other. We do this basically every time everyone’s home.”

Chris smiles as he says “She has an out, it’s her first Christmas with us. She is free of the jump scares.”

“No way! She needs to experience the evans family Christmas in every way.”

Chris gives Scott a look and I walk away saying “I’m freezing. Can we please go inside.”

Scott nods saying “that sounds like a great idea.”

Chris nods as he lifts his suitcase through the snow and pulls his jacket off as he drapes it over my shoulders

I look to him thankfully as I tighten it around me. I slow to a stop as I wait for one of the two brothers to lead the way

Chris steps in front of me as he says “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just cold—” but I’m cut off by Scott running towards us and throwing a snowball into the back of Chris’ head

Scott laughs as I feel the corners of my smile turning upwards quickly as I laugh quietly as Chris huffs out a breath of annoyance

“oh… little brother you so shouldn’t have started this.”

“Chris.” I plead as his hand digs into the snow

“Just let me reach this little punk a lesson.”

And they’re already at it with each other. I stand there as Chris creates a snow ball throwing it towards his brother as Scott ducks out of the shot

My sisters and I were never like this. They were 12-15 years older than me. By the time I was 5-6 years old they were out of the house or in college. I was basically an only child with occasional visits from my sisters

But Bree moved to England for a job and Elise lives across the US. Hawaii, with her husband. Her husband is stationed in the navy there

I wince as both Scott and Chris tumble roughly into the snow but I smile because it’s hilarious

“They do this often.”

My shoulders jump at the voice, I thought I was alone out here

I look to the woman and say “And I’m sure it’s entertaining every time.” My smile shines towards her and she breathes out a laugh saying “Yeah. Most of the time. I’m Shanna. You must be y/n, his girlfriend. Right?”

Nodding I say “yes, that is me. I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas, he insisted I have a Boston Christmas.”

“You don’t have family around here?”

I pause and say “They’re in the Bahamas for Christmas.”

“And you picked this over that?” She laughs as I shake my head saying “I couldn’t leave him. We try to spend any second we can together. I’m sorry, are you Carly or Shanna? Chris talks about his sisters so much but I can’t place your name.”

She smiles saying “Shanna. His younger sister.”

“Oh okay. Thank you.

She nods saying “How’d the two of you meet?”

“Work. Of course. There’s not really anywhere else I could’ve meet someone.”

“You’re an actor too?”

I nod and say “Yeah.”

“Are you cold? We could go in while they sort this whole thing out?”

I look towards Chris as he has Scott pinned down with knee pressed against his back.

Scott’s face doesn’t leave the patch of snow as Chris tells him to tap out

I look to their sister saying “Is this normal?”

Shanna smiles saying “Yes. When they’re around each other they get like this. They’re brothers that’s for sure haha.”

I bite at my lip saying “I really am freezing. We could go in.. I’m just anxious.”

“Why don’t you head in while I get these idiots into the house?”

She steps away before I can argue the offer

I swallow hard and walk towards the house, I so don’t want to go in alone

Scott is pulled up from the snow and pushes his brother as he looks to me as Chris brushes off the snow on his clothes

“Babe, you can head in. You look like you’re about to freeze.”

I nod to Chris and ask “Just walk in?”

“My ma doesn’t care, she has everyone just walk right in.”

I stare at the door as I push it open and enter the house. Shutting it behind me to keep all the warmth in the house

I’m first hit with voices and I slow to a stop as I attempt not to intrude

But then I quickly realize they’re talking about me

“No, this is really the first time he’s ever brought her up. He told me all about her a day ago and that she was coming for Christmas.”

“Shanna is laying into her for answers and to find out what kind of person she is. God I hope she’s not some arrogant brat.”

My eyes widen suddenly as my arms drop to my sides quickly

“God knows Chris has poor taste in women. Should be interesting to meet her. From what he’s told me she’s a bit high maintenance.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that and I huff in annoyance

“I can only hope she isn’t some privileged obnoxious child. Chris didn’t give me much, only that they didn’t want to be apart. It sounds like they’re pretty serious.”

“How close could they be if he kept her hidden from us? She’s got to be the reason he skipped literally everything for thanksgiving but the dinner. He literally rolled in here at 3 and left by 8.”

The pause in conversation leaves me frozen in the entry way as I feel like I just stepped into something I shouldn’t hear

“You think he’s fallen for a girl who will keep him from us for holidays? That’s often what happens when a son marries someone.”

“You think they’re getting married?! He hardly knows the girl. God bless her but Chris could never commit to something like that. You know the cycle, give it a few more months and they’ll have moved on.”

“He said she can be difficult, especially under pressure. Like I said super high maintenance.”

“Probably means controlling.”

Excuse me?

“If this girl is wrong for him I’ll have a conversation with him. He’s my son, he’ll listen to me. She’ll be just another ex girlfriend if we don’t like her—”

I can feel the lump in my throat growing as I reach for the door handle but it opens and I take a step back as Chris steps in

He looks to me confused as I remain hovering by the door like I wanted to bolt, his arms find their way around my sides saying “you alright?”

My shoulders tighten and wind up as my whole body tightens up, I shrug in response as I slip from his grasp

Scott shouts “Ma! Chris and y/n are here!”

Chris huffs in response to his brother

The group of people file towards us as my hands pull at the zipper sides of Chris’ jacket that’s tightly wrapped around my body

Tightening it around me

“Chris!”

He bounds for his mother, and you could tell how much he loves him mom. That’s a strong hug around her. Clearly he missed her

Maybe she was right, I didn’t think I was keeping him from his family

Suddenly I feel super out of place as their whole family hugs and speaks to each other

Slowly I slip into the background of the family as my back presses to the door, everything growing overwhelming

“My sweet boy. I’m so happy you’re here.”

Controlling.

That word wanders around my head as I feel the weight of it

High maintenance

How could she have all these opinions of me before even meeting me?

Scott pulls away from his older sister saying “y/n, meet my sister Carly… y/n?” He looks behind him not finding me

I’m practically melting through the door as Chris suddenly pulls away from the conversation him and his mother are having

“honey?”

The people in front of me, serving as I wall suddenly break into two groups and the whole Evans family turns towards me

Chris looks to me with a widening smile and walks forward, grabbing my hand and saying “Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/n. I’ll introduce you to each person in a minute. Firstly, this is my ma.”

The woman looks to me and I feel the nauseous feeling grow as I stare at her nervously

She takes a step towards me as Chris’ warm hand leaves my back

She smiles and says “I’m Lisa. It’s so great to meet you.”

My grin slips as she pulls me into a hug and I grow frustrated as she says “Chris just adores you.”

I swear there’s sarcasm coming off her words

“Love, mom. I love her.” Chris confirms as his smile falls from his lips and I’m released. I’m basically introduced around and the minute I’m free from introductions I find Scott

He’s with Carly but I grab his wrist tightly and give him the crazy eyes. He excused himself from his sister as I pull him out front

“I have to get out of here.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

My hands pull down my face as I frown and say “Your mother doesn’t know I heard what she and Carly were saying in the kitchen.”

“What we’re they saying in the kitchen?” He leans forward, practically begging for the information

“Am I controlling?”

“What? Why would you…. Oh.” He pauses as he looks inside the glass panels for a second saying “she doesn’t know you. Don’t take what she said to heart. She probably read a bad article about you.”

I shake my head as I sit down on the front steps and he follows shortly after “They lost my suitcase. I have nothing. I’m feeling insecure enough already. And I know Chris is loving every minute of this but I’m just… overwhelmed and annoyed.”

Scott nods as he rubs my shoulder, and I continue saying “He never told his mom or anyone about me. They don’t know me. Would he have ever told them about me? He basically worships your mom. But I’m not important enough to be a topic?”

“I’m sure he has good reason, bee.”

I huff in response and cover my face saying “This is going to be a long week. You have to promise me you won’t leave my side. If Chris isn’t glued to my side you have to be. Please.”

His eyes widen and he says “That’s a big job.”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Scott.”

He smiles lightly saying “Fine deal.”

“This is going to be a long week.” We both say in sync

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It's Always the Wife

Bucky Barnes x BlackCat!Reader

Chapter 4/6

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Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: It's the danger part of the story so we've got guns and threats, talks of murder, alcohol, and language.

A/N Not a huge fan of this part but I got to the point where if I kept tweaking it I would go insane so.... here ya go. Part 5 coming this week!

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

How the hell had you missed this? How had you not realized that the lynchpin behind all of this was the wife? It’s always the wife, how could you miss that? 

Fuck Bucky Barnes. You’d bet your whole life savings on this somehow being his fault. If he hadn’t made you go to bed early you could’ve done some more digging and you probably wouldn’t have missed it. It was his fault. It was his stupid worrying and caring about your well-being that got you into this mess. 

“Ms. Longborne, I have to admit, you’re not exactly the first person that comes to mind when I think of a potential investor in our little… business. Didn’t you say that money should be used to help others, why are you interested in making more if you have all you need?” Mrs. Bowman looks you up and down, far more critically than she had when you two had first met when Bucky was at your side. He’s not here now, you’ll have to cover your own ass. 

“Mrs. Bowman I’m sure you’re well aware of the more theatrical part of society, playing the role of the wholesome heiress is good for business that's all.” 

“Dear, I’ve been playing my part for longer than you have and I never once had to lie to people to boost myself up in the world.” She takes a sip from her glass and sends you an all too condescending smile.

Thats bullshit shes not a natural blonde first of all you can see her roots growing out, and secondly, your pretty sure backroom and under-the-table dealing while keeping the facade of a happy and wholesome nuclear family to the American people counts as lying.

“Mrs. Bowman, lying is a bit of a harsh word I don’t think I ever lied to you. I find that when my money goes to charities and the like it makes people less likely to look into the way that I make that money. A small contribution to the commissioner’s wife’s favorite cause and suddenly he’s all the more willing to loom the other way. It's strategic, that’s all.”

“So, that’s what the sizable donation to my charity was, a red herring?” 

“Yes and no,” You take a sip of the whiskey in your glass, and resist the urge to make a face, you have no idea how Bucky drinks this stuff it tastes like disinfectant. “I needed to make sure that I got an invitation and I knew that such a large sum would draw some eyes, it cost a pretty penny but it got me this far didn’t it.”

“That it did, but I have to ask, why did you want to meet my husband so bad?” Mrs. Bowman placed her drink on the table next to her and began sauntering towards me. “I wouldn’t normally feel the need to step in when it comes to deals like this, I prefer to stay in the background I’m sure you understand. But you… Your very presence sends off alarm bells so tell me. Deborah, why shouldn’t I just kill you now and be done with this.”

The gun cocking behind you makes the hair on your neck stand up, you slowly turn and make eye contact with Hunter, a Smith, and Wesson leveled at you. He doesn’t make eye contact.

If you get out of this you’re going to slap the shit out of that metal-armed bastard. Didn’t he say he’d be right behind you?

You take a deep breath, if you show any weakness any hesitence you’ll get a bullet between the eyes. And you aren’t planning on dying today.

“Other than the fact that if I just suddenly go missing it’ll only raise questions? I think you’re bluffing. If you didn’t trust me even if a little bit you wouldn’t have brought me back here and you definitely wouldn’t have let me get a glimpse behind the curtain. If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was a test. And judging by the smirk spreading across Mr. Bowman’s face I think I just passed.” You cock your hip out to the side and rest the arm holding your glass on it. “Am I right? Or can Hunter get on with it and pull the damn trigger already.” 

“I wasn’t sure about you Ms. Longborne but anyone who can look a pistol in the eye and come out on top is someone I want on my side. So… let’s talk business.”

Holy Shit, that was too close, for a moment there you had a glimpse into an entirely different end, one where Bucky hears a gunshot and runs into the room only to see you bleeding out on the carpet, unable to do anything but hold you as life slips between your fingers. You can’t die, not until you tell a lot of people a lot of things. 

You shake your head to pull yourself back into the moment. 

“That’s the thing, Mrs. Bowman-”

“Julie, if we’re going to be partners we have to do away with the formalities now, I don’t deal with kiss-asses.”

“Alright, Julie, I need to know more about this business before I decide on anything. I may not have the most strict of morals but there are some things that even I won’t be involved in.” 

“Smart girl, alright what do you want to know.”

“Hunter let me in on a little bit of the financial aspect, said that you were looking for investors. Is that as far as I’ll go, I give you money and you give me back my returns or will this partnership be a more… involved one.” 

“Investor is a fun word, it implies that you have power. That won’t be the case. See unlike the shareholders of the corporate world I won’t be bowing to your whims, trying to satisfy whatever hold you think you have over me. I’ve worked far too hard to have someone think they can wave a couple thousand dollars around and control me.”

“I'm not in the controlling business Julie, I just want to be sure that my money isn’t going to be going to waste.” 

“So you want to know what’ll happen with your buy-in is that it?”

“Precisely, I don’t need to know all the gory details after all, I’ll need some plausible deniability if this whole thing falls apart after all.”

“Dear, why don’t I explain this part after all, it was my idea.” The governor cuts in, and you almost jump. You had forgotten he was even there, to be honest. 

“Sure, dear.” Julie pats her husband on the arm, her tone that of a mother speaking to a child. 

“Did you know that 8.8% of people in Alabama didn’t have health care as of two years ago? When I was elected I quickly and quietly ran a bill through the Senate and the House that mandated health insurance coverage. It’s now illegal to not have coverage which made a lot of people mad but created a big opening for opportunity. So I came up with an idea, and the best part is that It’s just on the right side of legal, legal enough that is. NexCare LLC; an insurance company entirely on paper, runs through several shell companies, and all the profits are shuffled into offshore accounts but it's mostly legit. And it insures over 25% of Alamaba’s citizens. They pay 24 Dollars a month for ‘complete coverage’,” he puts air quotes around the words and you start to feel the urge to punch his teeth out, “The coverage is just enough to make sure that people are following the law, but just convoluted enough that we don’t actually have to pay out for anything. We have the right to deny all claims yada yada. Essentially, we’ve created a way for the fine people of Alabama to essentially deposit their money right into our pockets.” 

Now you really want to knock this guy the fuck out. If he’s right and this is all on the right side of legal then there really is fuck all that you can do. You can’t arrest the man for owning an insurance company and if he’s crafted the contracts just right so that he doesn’t actually have to shell out for anything then there really isn’t anything you can do.

“Well Mr. Governor, that really is a spark of genius. And it’s all legal?” 

“It’s legal enough, we paid a lot of lawyers a lot of money to make sure of that.” Julie pipes in.

“And nobody knows that you own NexCare? How’d you work that out?” You bat your eyelashes at the man, hoping, praying for him to spill anything that you can use. 

“More legal mambo jumbo, I’m not too sure. Like you said, plausible deniability.”

“So why do you need my money, seems like you're pretty set up?”

“Expansion is expensive and the lawyers are demanding a higher cut in order to keep their mouths shut, this way everyone stays quiet and happy and we get to get more money from more people.”

“I don’t know, if you’ve already got people on the verge of spilling the beans then why would I want to be anywhere near that.” 

“Trust me Ms. Longborne we have ways of keeping people quiet.” 

“I’m going to need a little bit more than that Mr. Governor, I’m too pretty for prison.”

“God, Charles stop beating around the bush, Debrah here can handle some dirty work, can’t you darling?” Julie stepped in. “Being in power has its privilege and with an extra 3,000 a month into the hands of some police captains, we ensure that specific deaths don’t get investigated. That’s all, it’s a small percentage that reaches that point but it has happened.”

You can sure as shit arrest them for that though, bribery and accessory to murder at the very least. With enough digging, you could probably get the captains being bribed too. That wasn’t your job though, leave the digging to the team at Shield and they could do their arrest too for all you care. You just want to get the hell out of here as soon as possible.

“Let me get all this straight, you have a little arrangement with some shady as hell lawyers who are constantly on the verge of turning you in or extorting you and you need my money to keep them quiet so we can all keep charging the good people of Alabama for insurance that they’re legally required to have but will never see a single dime from?” 

Hunter sorts from his position lounging on the old couch behind you, “Pretty much nailed it, I told you guys she was smart.” He nods to his parents.

Julie purses her lips and looks back at you, “She may be smart but she still hasn’t given us an answer.”

“No, I haven’t, and I don’t plan to. At least not tonight. I’ve got some thinking to do but you’ve certainly piqued my interest.”

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what might happen should I hear that you’ve been a little loose-lipped about what we’ve told you.” Julie raises her eyebrows at you. God, you really hate these people.

“No, you don’t. I can assure you word getting out that I was even meeting with you about this would ruin my reputation as much as yours, my lips are sealed.” You sink back the rest of your drink. “But if you’ll excuse me, I’ve been away from my date for a little too long and I’m sure he’s wondering where I am. He’s a worrywart.”

“Well, I look forward to hearing from you.” The governor grabs your hand and shakes it, his grip just a tad too tight to be comfortable.

You don’t say anything after that, just push your way through the doors and sag against the wall once they’re closed. 

“Bucky? Can you still hear me?” 

“Loud and clear Kitty.”

The nickname makes you smile, leave it to Barnes to lift the mood after one of the most tense moments of your life.

“Did we get enough?” 

“The comms recorded the confession and the fact that all three of them are in on it, yeah we got plenty. You did good work.” You nod your head.

“James?”

He just hums.

“I’m ready to go home.”

“Two steps ahead of you.” The voice is all of a sudden much closer, you look up and see him standing over you, holding your coat in one arm and offering the other to help you off the floor. You don’t even remember getting down there.

He pulls you up effortlessly and you stop yourself from crashing into his chest by putting your hand out, it lands on his chest.

He practically pushes you off of him and shoves your coat into your arms. 

“Let’s go.” He doesn’t look to see if you’re following him, he just begins to stride away. 

What the fuck is wrong with him? One moment he’s complimenting you on a job well done and helping you off the floor and the next he’s acting like being too close to you will set him on fire or some shit.

You follow after him nevertheless, you weren’t lying when you said you wanted to go home, and you aren’t going to let Barne’s shitty attitude keep you from doing just that.

Bucky is handing some bills to the valet when you finally catch up to him, the car that the two of you drove here pulls up to the curb you’re standing at. You move to open the door to the passenger side, but before you can get there Bucky already has the handle in his hand and he swings it open for you. He gestures for you to go ahead and you don’t even try to stop the scoff that bubbles up your throat.

You get comfortable in your seat as Bucky walks around the trunk of the car and gets in on his own. He doesn’t buckle just pulls away from the curb quickly.

You don’t like this sense of deja vu, being trapped in a car with James Barnes, neither one of you speaking it’s all too familiar. Except this time, you aren’t uncomfortable, you’re angry, more than angry actually you kinda want to rip off this asshole's metal arm and beat him with it for being a dick. 

Minutes tick by. You don’t speak but you silently fume from the passenger seat. You look over at him a couple of times, you can’t read him. You’ve never really been able to read him and this time is no different. What you wouldn’t get for a glimpse inside his head though.

The car pulls up to a red light, the two of you are bathed in the deep color.

“What the fuck is your problem this time Barnes?”

“I don’t have a problem.” He shrugs.

“Obviously you do or you wouldn’t have acted like my very presence is annoying to you and you wouldn’t be giving me the silent treatment right now.”

“I don’t have a problem.” He insists again.

“Fine. Whatever, when you’re ready to talk to me like a goddamn adult then I’ll be here to listen but if all you’re going to do is ignore me then you can let me out of the car right the fuck now.”

“What?” 

“You heard me, let me out of the goddamn car.”

“I’m not letting you out of the car Y/N! You’re insane.”

“Let me out of the car, or tell me what’s wrong.”

He doesn’t speak, he looks into your eyes and all across your face but he doesn’t say a word.

You nod a solitary nod and reach for the door handle.

“I love you.”

 That stops you cold in your tracks.

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The Feeling's Mutual - Ominis Gaunt

Requested! - Mutual pining! (Couple of similar requests merged together!)

Word Count - 1.2k

Theme - Fluff

Breakfast was never a dull affair for Sebastian, watching you closely as you gazed at Ominis like a lovesick puppy. You’d been the same way for weeks now, staring at him with wide eyes, escaping into a fantasy land of some form. He couldn’t help but cringe slightly at how you looked at Ominis with adoration and love, it was almost like someone had slipped you a love potion.

He sighed, turning back to his breakfast that was slowly going cold. He knew that you liked Ominis, and that Ominis liked you in return, but somehow you were both clueless to that fact. Quite frankly it was driving him insane. Every class that you all had together, he’d sit with Ominis and hear all about how wonderful you were, outside of class he’d hear from you the same things about Ominis.

Pursing his lips, he turned his head towards the Hufflepuff table. He smiled when he spotted the perfect person to help him. Quickly, he stood from his seat, stepping over the bench and walking towards his future accomplice.

“Hello Poppy, I need your help with something.”

You were sat outside in the Transfiguration courtyard, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the sun on your skin when you heard someone sit next to you. Your eyes gently fluttered open, taking a moment to adjust to the light. Once they’d adjusted you turned and spotted Poppy sat on the bench next to you, a bright smile gracing her lips.

“Hello (Y/N).” She spoke quickly, her smile only seeming to grow.

“Hello Poppy, how are you?” You responded softly, returning her smile.

“I’m well thank you, I’d actually like a hand with something if you’re free?” She mentioned casually, explaining to you that she’d agreed to help Mr Moon find some demiguise statues that he was convinced were tormenting him, but there was one that she was unable to access.

“Of course I’ll help you Poppy, where is it?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Follow me, I’ll show you.” Poppy gestured, quickly standing up and motioning for you to follow her. You followed her all the way to the room of requirement, climbing up countless steps in search of a demiguise statue. It wasn’t the way you’d planned to spend your afternoon; however it was a lot more fun. Once you were outside the room of requirement, the door opened to grant you entry revealing a room stacked from floor to ceiling with books and old paintings. Your brows furrowed as you turned to Poppy.

“The demiguise statue is in here?” You asked incredulously, Poppy nodded her head in confirmation before pushing you inside the room, quickly closing the door behind you.

“Have fun searching!” She called out as you hear a click of a lock turning. She’d locked you inside the room of requirement.

“I didn’t even know that was possible.” You thought to yourself, pondering why she would have locked you in until you heard faint shouting coming from behind a wall of books. Your brows furrowed as you thought about finding the person, the books immediately parting to reveal Ominis, trapped under a pile of fallen books. You couldn’t help but laugh slightly which caught his attention.

“Who’s there? Is that you Sebastian?” He spoke, anger lacing his tone. “Sebastian, if you don’t free me this instant, I will jinx you into next year.” Ominis threatened, drawing another laugh from you.

“No Ominis, it’s me (Y/N).” You said with a smile, thinking about Ominis being freed from the book mountain that had been created around him. The books levitated away at your command, reforming themselves into neat piles.

Ominis sighed slightly, enjoying the feeling of not being trapped under the books any longer. He pushed himself from the floor and brushed off his robes, small speckles of dust floating up into the air.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked softly, helping him to get the last specks of dust off of his robe. Ominis laughed slightly.

“Sebastian asked me to help him find a demiguise statue for Mr Moon, but once he brought me in here a pile of books collapsed on me, the last thing I heard from him was his laughter as he left the room.” Ominis explained, annoyance evident in his words. You couldn’t help but laugh, unable to contain the bubbling laughter.

“That’s interesting, Poppy asked me to do the same thing. For some reason she locked the door.” You explained, Ominis’ brow raised slightly.

“I didn’t realise you could lock the room of requirement.” He responded in slight surprise; you hummed in acknowledgement, scanning your surroundings.

“I could do with a place to sit down for a moment.” Ominis mentioned, making you smile as a table with two chairs appeared out of thin air. You guided Ominis over to the seats to sit down, assuming he must ache slightly from being trapped.

You sat for a while in comfortable silence, gazing around at the room and looking at how different it was to yours. It was quite incredible.

“Why do you think Sebastian and Poppy locked us in here?” You asked softly, jolting Ominis from his thoughts. He smiled slightly.

“It’s something that Sebastian has been teasing me about for a while now.” Ominis started, his cheeks turning slightly red at the thought of what he was about to say. “I have a crush on you (Y/N).”

You blinked once, then twice, unable to believe the words that Ominis had admitted, it brought a wide smile to your face and turned your cheeks a bright shade of pink.

“Ominis, I have a crush on you too.” You admitted, immediately seeing his face light up, a bright smile appearing. You gently reached for his hand, linking your fingers together.

Your moment alone together ended quite quickly, at the sound of the door unlocking Ominis shot to his feet, however he still held your hand, fingers interlocked with yours. You couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Is that Sebastian walking through the door?” Ominis asked you gently. You hummed a yes, watching as Ominis pointed his wand at the figure.

“Ominis, I know I shouldn’t have collapse those books on you but you need to understand, it was for the sake of you both.” Sebastian began to explain. Ominis’ eyes narrowed as he thought about his choice of words carefully.

“Sebastian, I’m going to give you to the count of five before I jinx you into next year.” Ominis spoke, slight frustration ebbing its way into his words. Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly as he began to back away.

“One, two.” Ominis spoke clearly as Sebastian continued to back away from him, his hands slightly raised in surrender. Ominis paid no mind to his friend’s hand gestures. “Five.” Sebastian took off running down the corridor, trying to escape Ominis’ wrath, Ominis was in hot pursuit following Sebastian down the corridor until they were out of sight. You couldn’t help but laugh at their antics, secretly thanking Sebastian and Poppy for pushing you together.

A/N - As always, feedback is appreciated! 😊

[naussensei]

Art by Eialuna

Scene from Beyond The Walls

The fresh air helps clear his thoughts. It cools his mind and body, and he no longer feels like breaking someone’s face.

It’s just a matter of time that Erwin comes looking for him. He always does, and he always knows where and when to find him.

It is only another moment before Erwin comes.

“Enjoying your night?”

Levi lets out a sigh in frustration. He doesn't feel like talking, not right now. He can barely put his thoughts together coherently, because none of this makes sense.

“You’ve been here for quite a while,” Erwin says, and he walks to stand beside him. “What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong,” Levi blurts out. Something is really wrong with himself tonight, that’s the only way he can explain it. This turmoil that hollows his chest. “This place fucking sucks.”

“It really does,” Erwin sighs, and looks up at the sky. “I ran out of things to talk about already.”

Levi’s still looking at the start when he feels Erwin’s arms against his on the railing.

“But at least it's a beautiful night.”

Levi can't help but huff an anxious laugh.

“You could try dancing for once,” Erwin says, elbowing him playfully, “you know, to blend in.”

“Absolutely not.” Levi sways, pushing Erwin gently, “I can't dance.”

“Everyone can dance, if they really want to.”

“Well, I don’t fucking want to,” Levi grumbles, louder than he intends to.

Erwin turns to him then, his eyebrows furrow. “Why are you so ill-tempered today?”

“I’m not, damn it. Just— fucking finish your business and let’s go back already.”

A grin is slowly building on Erwin’s lips, and Levi shudders, because he knows that grin. It can’t mean anything good. Not for Levi anyway.

Erwin offers Levi a hand, and with a playful smile, he says, “not until you dance at least once.”

Levi clicks his tongue in disapproval, and begins to walk away. “Fuck off, Erwin.”

“Come on, it's easy.” Erwin’s laughing as he chases him. “I’ll show you.”

“Forget it.”

In spite of Levi’s protests, Erwin tugs at his sleeve, drags him away from the railing, and Levi soon finds himself unable to resist his grip.

“I promise you it’s just practice,” Erwin says, and takes Levi’s hand to place it on his own waist. It's warm and firm and thick under Levi’s small hand, even over Erwin’s clothes, and the contact makes his heart race.

“The music marks the tempo of the steps, like this…”

Erwin takes Levi’s hand now, and spins with him around slowly, guiding Levi’s steps. One, two, three, one, two, three. He counts, and Levi follows. Levi’s feet tangle with Erwin’s, who gives much longer strides than him.

“This is stupid,” Levi groans, but he finds himself drawing closer to him with every turn. His grip tightens on Erwin’s waist, and his cheek rests on Erwin’s chest. There it is again, that smell, so particular of him. The air is still warm outside, but the heat of Erwin’s body somehow doesn't bother him. He's even craving for more of it.

It’s Erwin now who holds him by the waist, and Levi’s entire body vibrates at the touch, sending a rush of blood to his groin. He looks up, and Erwin’s watching him closely. His stomach swoops in a strange way.

“You’re doing great.” Erwin smiles, and every bit of anger leaves Levi’s body in an instant.

Erwin’s smile really is like the sun, rising in the middle of the night; exorbitant, impossible. Levi orbits around it, no matter how blinding or overwhelming it is. He draws closer, and closer still, because watching him from a safe distance is no longer enough. He needs to feel him, touch him, even if he burns with him. Anything is better than this agonizing need that’s taken control over him.

“Erwin,” he calls for him, and Erwin tilts his head down slowly, his lips are softly parted, and his breath brushes on Levi’s lips. Erwin’s scent is all over him now, there's no escaping it. It’s driving Levi into insanity.

His hands grip the collar of Erwin’s shirt, he pulls him in as he pushes on his toes, and before he can stop to think about it, his lips are closed on Erwin’s.

There’s a quiet gasp, followed by a sigh of relief, from both. And then, nothing. No sound, no words, no movement.

Levi recoils.

He looks up at Erwin, eyes wide in astonishment. At himself, at his own stupidity, at what he's done. A moment of reasoning flashes before his eyes, and he panics.

Erwin’s staring at him, eyes as wide as his, and Levi shivers as he realizes what he’s done.

“Erwin, I’m—“

Erwin closes his eyes, eyebrows knitted. He turns. Then turns again, runs a hand over his face.

When he looks at Levi again, his eyes are glassy, his nose is flaring, and it’s the scariest face Levi’s seen from him yet. Terror seizes him.

“I’m sorry,” is the only thing Erwin says, loud and clear, then he turns to head back into the ballroom without another word.

The wind carries the merriest melody from inside, where the pairings keep dancing and toasting with champagne glasses in their hands. It lingers in the air for another moment, the tapping of high heels, the loud chattering, the clinking of glasses, while Levi watches Erwin disappear into the crowd.

The door closes. Levi stands there in silence. The moon is bright up in the sky, and it’s the most beautiful night Levi’s ever seen since he first watched the stars. It’s the sweetest irony.

[gurugirl]

hi, guru! would it be possible to get a little teaser for the bfd update 🥹🥹

Ahh sure! Why not? 731 word teaser from the next part below.

“So you don’t think I’m a bad person?”

She chuckled, “Well, I don’t agree with what you did but I could never think you’re a bad person. You can’t help who you fall in love with.”

You drank your hot tea and tried to enjoy yourself with your friend but the longer you and Paloma chatted, the more you missed Fae. No one could replace Fae. She was your other half in so many ways.

“Can I ask you a really personal question? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want.”

You shrugged, “Okay. Sure.” You had an idea of what she was going to ask based on the fact that you’d gotten onto the topic of birth control.

“Is he good? Now that I’m thinking about him like that I can imagine he is.”

You breathed out laughed through your nose and smiled as you looked down into your tea, “He’s good. Yes.” You weren’t sure how deep into it you wanted to get but you’d entertain her for a bit.

“And I bet he’s got a big… dick.” She whispered the word dick quietly.

That’s where you drew the line. You sipped your warm tea and turned your gaze to the corner of the room where someone was just taking their seat.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” she spoke, drawing your attention back to her.

“It’s okay. I’m not sure I want to talk about that anymore, though. Tell me what you’ve been up to.”

It turned out that Paloma didn’t have much to say about herself. She gave you the tiniest bit of information, where she was working, that she’d dated someone a couple of months back and that it didn’t work out, and how she was planning a vacation to Cancun. But that’s it.

It felt strange to divulge such personal things to someone who gave you so little in return. And you should have known that’s what was going to happen. She wanted the dirty details about you and Harry. She wasn’t there to be a friend. Not really. She wasn’t rude but you saw that her motivation was to sate her curiosity.

Maybe you were better off just confiding in your mother. Though, she never asked you things about how sex was with Harry. She always only wanted you to be happy and doing your best.

And it would have been fun to discuss in detail how good you were getting it with Harry. And if Fae weren’t his daughter you’d do that with her. Tell her all about how insane his body is, how strong he is, how big his cock is, and how he eats you out almost every day. You’d totally brag about him with her if things were different. But instead, you were stuck with Paloma who you didn’t want to give too many details to. And besides, you and Harry were still healing. To talk about how he was in bed didn’t seem right. Especially when you didn’t know who she was going to tell.

You stopped at the grocery store on your way home to get some things you needed and you picked up one of those cheap grocery store flower bouquets. Harry had stopped having them sent when shit hit the fan and he moved in. You didn’t know if it was because they were so expensive or just because he hadn’t thought about it what with everything going on, but you figured a small bouquet might feel nice to have in the apartment.

But when you pulled into your building’s parking lot you saw, what looked like Mrs. Styles’ car parked at the front. Of course, perhaps it was someone else’s, you were a bit paranoid lately. You always had your eyes roaming around just in case you accidentally ran into her or Fae.

With one arm occupied by your grocery bag and your other hand holding the small bouquet, you slowly walked up the steps toward your door and thought, maybe it wasn’t Mrs. Styles. Perhaps it was actually just someone with a car like hers. Plus how silly for her to confront you. What good would that do anyone?

“Y/n. I’ve been waiting for you.”

You heard her voice before you saw her and then felt her pull your bag from your arm, “Let me help you. Looks like you’ve got your hands full.”

[loadednachosao3]

I wrote the first bit of what will hopefully turn into a full-fledged tailor au story and I want you guys to see it

let me know what you think!!

“Naaaachiiiiiitoooooo!”

Nacho bites back a sigh and longs for the days when Lalo would call him “Señor Varga.” He holds the phone a little bit away from his ear; Lalo gets loud when he’s excited.

“I thought I told you I’m with family this weekend,” Nacho says. “And not to call unless it’s an emerg—”

“It is an emergency!” comes Lalo’s whiny voice on the other end of the line. “They moved the date of the gala up, and I need you to make me something new!”

Nacho pinches the bridge of his nose while his father and aunt glance over at him through the doorway. “What’s wrong with what I’ve been working on?”

“Get. This,” Lalo says in the most serious tone possible for him. “Fring’s gonna be there — personally!”

“I don’t see what that has to do with—”

“He’s been rubbing elbows with Eladio for the past year and some change,” Lalo says, gossipy as usual. “If I can really impress the cabrón, he might throw some money our way, some connections. You know, bigger magazines and brand deals and — I bet he can get me on the cover of Vogue!”

Nacho bites his lip and lowers his voice, trying to hide the irritation in his tone. His little cousins shriek and bolt past his knees, firing cap guns at each other.

“And what’s wrong with what I’m making you already?”

“I mean, it’s fine, it’s good, but—” Lalo sighs. “Fring’s tastes are… You know how they are, right? Simpler. You know… Crispado, liso. I’m just worried the outfit we’ve got going on now is…”

“Demasiado colorido,” Nacho mutters.

Just like you, he thinks.

He hears Lalo snap his fingers. “Yeah! You get it. We need to go back to the drawing board on this one. Can you talk to Jane?”

Nacho really does sigh this time. “When’s the gala?”

“In two weeks! That’s why we need to move!”

“Two—?!” Nacho sees his family’s heads swivel toward him, so he lowers his voice to a harsh whisper. “Lalo, that’s insane. I have other clients, and you know how long it takes to—”

“Can’t you just, I dunno, push everything else back? Work on mine? This is a real emergency, Ignacio!”

The nerve of him. Nacho can’t believe he’s asking for something that’s borderline impossible.

“Just wear what I’m already—”

“I’ll pay you triple! No — quadruple!”

Nacho pauses. Four times his usual rate is nearly ten grand. He knew Lalo was well off, but… How can he be so desperate to impress someone he doesn’t even like?

“Eyyy, there’s my Nachito,” Lalo purrs, and Nacho can hear the Cheshire Cat’s grin spread over his face. “How’s that sound? Good?”

Nacho puts a hand on his hip and breathes out slowly, head tilted back, wondering what his life would be like if he could get some peace for one single weekend.

“...I’ll have to talk to Jane,” he finally says. “If, if she can get a design done by Monday, then—”

“Eres el mejor! I knew I could count on you!” Lalo says.

“Okay, but if she ca—”

“I’ll text you my ideas! Me has ayudado mucho, Ignacio. Gracias!”

Click.

Nacho sighs, longer, louder, more exasperated than before.

His father calls from the next room, “Is everything okay, mijo?”

“Yeah,” he calls back. “Yeah. Just great.”

[chronosbled]

Mister Dickson, how have you come to love a witch?

☣ — “A witch?” The words that come forth ever so clearly lack the usual playful tone that his voice normally possesses, making it evident that — whether she was a witch or not — he didn’t appreciate the term in how the question was asked. ‘How have you come to love a witch?’ As if she wasn’t worth loving in the first place. As if, just because she wasn’t human, she wasn’t worth loving. As if she wasn’t lovable. That thought alone was more than enough to make the smile on his face fade, leaving nothing but a blank canvas for an expression. “Do you think she’s a witch? Do you think that, because she’s different, she isn’t worth the time nor the effort I put into her?” His voice soon turns cold as he speaks, taking a single step closer towards the stranger, until they were backed against a nearby wall. “I can assure you that she is worth it. Every. Single. Second. She has always been worth far more to me than most of these useless human females that want nothing more than someone’s money and reputation.” Yes, that’s right, because every other woman that he’d met only ever wanted him for one thing or another — his money, his looks, his family name, his reputation, the things he could give them, the things he could do, the things they could brag about — but in reality, would scream and run in fear once they found out he wasn’t what they thought he was. Those that called him a monster. Those that no longer breathe after making such a claim.

☣ — “I love her because of the fact that she’s different. I love her because she isn’t afraid of me. I love her because she understands the pain and suffering I have gone through because she has also suffered. I love her because she loves me for how I am and doesn’t try to change me, instead she tries to help me achieve the things I strive for, she encourages me more than anyone else ever could. She doesn’t care that I am not mentally stable, nor does she care that I have done things that would make most humans claim me insane. She simply loves me. She loves me.” The fabled tale of achieving true love that had been spun for as many years as he could recall, dancing around within his mind ever since his mother had read him his very first fairy tale storybook — it was something that resonated deep within his being, even when he couldn’t understand such a feeling — he had been fascinated with such a concept, not because it seemed ideal, but because it seemed so foreign to him. The older he became, the more he began to crave the love and affection of someone he held dear, but alas... he had never been blessed by such a thing no matter how hard he strived for it — perhaps it was his fault for wanting such things from people that he clearly meant nothing to — his grandfather had never been capable of love after all. “Crystal will always be more important to me than anything else. She will always come before my studies and my work. She will never be second place in any sense of the word. She was able to take someone utterly incapable of feeling any type of human emotions... and somehow able to make them feel every positive emotion that could ever be felt. She was able to make me feel as if my heart didn’t belong to that of a monster, but a human being. She was able to make me feel human.”

☣ — His hand moves slowly, eventually coming to rest upon the strangers shoulder while the other hand seemingly disappears behind his back, emerging only a few seconds later with a rather large blade, the serrated edge resting gently against the other’s throat. “Now,” a barely visible smile begins to take over his features, “surely you see just how lovely a person she is? I’m sure that you understand completely why I love her, because if you don’t, then I’m afraid I’ll have to show you just how far I’m willing to go to show you my love for her. After all,” blade pressing further into the other’s neck just enough to draw droplets of blood, “I’m sure she would love to meet you. You would make a nice snack for her... and how she does love to play with her food~.”

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOO LinkedIn coming in clutch but either way still exciting!! Does this mean after this you’ll be able to channel your inner yuki for fic writing omg you’ll have all the scoop on what the modeling process is like firsthand

AHAHA affirmations that’s the word I was looking for but FR before you sit down to write you hype yourself in the mirror draw on the stubble and get into the zone

FUNERAL INVITES SHEHWJSISJS I have no words for that I’m sure the graphics would go hard as usual though

STILL ALIVE AND NOT POSSESSED I’m crying yes please we don’t want to BECOME Barou…Karasu taking care of baby birds and tullias pokemon…no stop I thought we agreed on no swerving IM SWERVING I’m fr mentally imaging all of this and omg….wait the apron and the jeans and t shirt….its so domestic looking…..im in danger….

SHSHS excited either way!!! I bet the fluctuations are kinda annoying LMAO actually lowk reminds me of bot activity ik there’s a lot of those on twitter

No because what happened to our thinking skills there’s no way Nagi’s getting kicked out be so real…SHSH HELP LMAO ALSO YEAH the princess thing is also something i find annoying like he doesn’t LIKE being called princess…ill also add in that half the time they stick another word in jp on it that gets lost in translation sometimes but they’re explicitly saying like “bossy princess” for lack of a direct translation but whenever they use princess even alone because of that context it’s heavily implied that they’re using it to describe how spoiled chigiri acts…? Like how he takes extra long getting ready at the expense of others, so like how a princess would act like being the center of the world LMAO so yeah his visuals are just a bonus but the nickname is usually a jab at his “my pace” sorta personality lol….ok anyways that rant turned out a lot longer than I expected I find that people misconstruing things because the nuance got lost in translation is my pet peeve although I can’t really fully blame people ig if they don’t get it LOL

When I first saw the SpongeBob my first thought was “me???” but I ignored it because I thought I was being too insane but YESSS KEEP TJEM COMING I love getting silly content honestly even if it’s not bllk related I’m happy to receive anything you find funny I’ll never turn down a good meme NAGI CHIGIRI EDIT wait that one part where chigiri slowly opens his eyes kinda…..um anyways

People filly ignoring the rectangles for building ass background when jjk s2 first aired (they’ve since adjusted it in the blu ray release iirc) but let’s be real none of us are watching it FOR the animation so why are so you pressed….

LMAOOO wait on that note imagine going to the gym with Barou I’d be scared shitless fr I bet he’d be good at making sure you’re doing everything correctly though LOL omg didn’t know we had a gym bro amongst us…/j LMAO wait that routine sounds refreshing lowk??

Also commentary on some posts I scrolled past while getting to your response THE BAROU POST “let’s talk about him OUT of the uniform” IS CRAZY thats actually peak brain performance though that line hits hard im excited to see that scene animated ok but my turn to convert ooooh you wanna convert to hiorism so bad oooh (i need that gif of the hypnosis hand wave) I think I saw the vision after LN digging when I heard there was Karasu content and then ofc nel had some nice panels of him and the rest is history….come join us….i bet pursuit will seal the deal though trust….you know you want to…I’ll admit the vibe feels very different from Karasu and Barou for obvious reasons LMAOO but he’s still got the sassy streak too (unlike isagi) I’m a sucker for duality lowk

- Karasu anon

linkedin always comes through HAHAH my pfp for that is just a random headshot so i figured it worked and ig it did!! omg oaeu yukimiya is abt to be so accurate you’re right

i’m reciting aikulations every time i sit down to write!! the stubble please 😭 using eyeliner to draw it on and whenever someone sees me i’m just like dw abt it i’m oliver aiku (which incidentally is a very aiku thing to say)

okay but…imagine reader is too sad to make the invites…so she gets nagi (and his reuniclus) to do it…and this is what they come up with it

please appreciate my calligraphy/artistic skills LMAOAAO nagi does his best (the handwriting is neat because reuniclus uses its psychic powers to do it not because nagi suddenly took a penmanship class or smth)

no because not to further the swerving agenda but i was listening to music earlier (tik tok audios) and a chemtrails over the country club audio came on my fyp and it’s so karasu x reader coded 🌝 “you’re in the wind” karasu with his birds “i’m in the water” reader with her gyarados “nobody’s son” karasu runs away from the gym to prove himself to yayoi “nobody’s daughter” barou left reader to go on his journey…younger siblings who are desperately pursuing their older siblings (karasu figuratively as he’s pursuing yayoi’s talent and reader literally as she’s pursuing barou wherever he is) UNITE 😰 NAGI COME BACK WE NEED MORE PARALLELS WITH YOU KARASU IS WINNING AGAIN also omg domestic karasu is killing me just imagine him cradling a baby pichu (tullia’s infernape is a boy and eggs are the same species as their mothers + infernape and the pikachu line are in the same egg group so it’s possible) in one arm walking around outside of his gym with a bottle because the pichu’s mother rejected it so it has to be fed formula hourly and tullia’s too busy that day so karasu takes in the role…imagine you just see the intimidating butler coded gym leader walking around babying this little pichu while he has his phone between his ear and shoulder saying bullshit like “you’re a mediocre dumbass otoya why would you send out a fairy type against yukimiya’s fucking steelix bro give up chris prince does NOT want you” LMAOAOAO

yeah i’m sure i have bots following me because i never go through and look at my followers like some people do and delete the bots so there’s def a few!! sometimes someone will have an account that looks like a bot though and they’ll comment on one of my posts and i’m like hello you’re a real person??? so aside from not caring/not having the time or energy to comb through my followers i also don’t want to accidentally remove someone who’s just shy or doesn’t want to set up their account because i get that!!

that’s what i always understood it as!! like they’re making fun of him for being self centered and prissy it’s no different than nagi calling barou “maid barou”/“maid king” HAHAHA whenever people are like “chigiri’s a princess that’s why everyone likes him and thinks he’s pretty 😌” i’m like bro chigiri would genuinely crash out if he heard you rn LMAOAOA honestly i didn’t know abt the japanese extra word but i feel like it’s made relatively obvious that it’s meant to be rude?? like a) chigiri gets annoyed when people call him that, b) isagi straight up says he’s a “selfish princess” at one point, and c) if nagi, karasu, AND otoya (bllk trash talking kings) are calling a character a name it’s safe to assume it is not meant to be kind 😭 LMAOO no because like him or hate him no one can deny that nagi will have a comeback i don’t understand people who genuinely believe he won’t (although i will say i saw a comment calling him “the interviewer” and i had to laugh)

HAHAHA OKAY I WILL KEEP THE EDITS AND MEMES COMING!! you have unleashed a monster…pls no nothing is ever too insane for me that was literally my first thought OSFJJDSN AND YESSS NAGI CHIGIRI DUO ‼️ i completely agree that clip of chigiri is sooo good that’s the chigiri i need people to write about more because it’s who he really is!! like he’s very much more so 😏👹 than he is 😜💖 bro saved isagi from death in the and was fully ready to square up with shidou in the last ep of s1 LMAOAO LET’S TALK ABT IT 👆🏻

i love my routine it’s so fun!! not too high stress or impossible either because the gym should be enjoyable and imo it’s better to do less but be consistent than go crazy for a week, burnout, and never go again 😰 okay ykw i think barou would be sweet to workout with like he’d either leave you alone and be focused on himself or he’d kindly correct you (given that this is off field barou he’s probably used to dealing with his little sisters so he knows how to gently tell someone they’re wrong) actually you know who would be insufferable though??? KARASU 😭 as much as i love him i would never go to the gym with him unless it’s as a spectator because bro is constantly in your business, critiquing you, and he’s a younger sibling (and if his actual older sister is anything like yayoi well…) so he has no concept of sensitivity about it either he’d just be like “yo that squat was mediocre asf do this instead so you don’t suck 🤣” his advice is flawless though because he’s a gym regular (have you seen his quads and arms 🤤 i KNOW bro lifts) but you def cry at least twice per session 😓

HELPP I WAS LIKE WAIT THIS SOUNDS WRONG LET ME INCLUDE THE PANEL I’M REFERENCING no because it’s literally an entire subject of conversation in the barou version of the oaeu that he’s always taking his shirt off LMAOAOA nagi fr cooked calling him the stripper king 😭

i feel like hiori is more in line with nagi when it comes to my favs vs karasu/barou…like pale haired sassy gamer who seems quiet and sweet but is actually secretly brutal at heart?? which one am i referencing 🧐 i think i always imagine wb hiori when i think of him and while i love wb hiori he’s very heavy on the melancholy aspect of his character and not so much the humor and sass potential that he has (it’s touched on a bit in fwtkac but he’s kind of irrelevant and also kind of childish there so it’s not the same) okay wait lowkey now that you mention pursuit imagine spin-off reader inserts with the side characters 🤩 like a hiori x reader but it’s not pursuit reader (who’ll just be referred to as the reluctant champion if she’s mentioned in the spin-offs) it’s someone completely different…or a yukimiya one…or even karasu or otoya…maybe a barou prequel?? the verse is just so developed they’re all honestly possible

wait omg imagine a karasu spin off after he’s a gym leader where he’s like “i’ll never find love” and then he ends up lowkey beefing with the new reader who’s the gym leader of a different gym and slowly ends up falling love and we get to see him all domestic and cute but also as a pro battler and gym leader…BONUS POINTS IF NEW READER HAS A CRUSH ON YUKIMIYA JFCJDNDJS it’s giving “we’ve got five ways to kill a crow at home” the five ways to kill a crow at home:

okay today’s video is a tabiori edit!! do i ship NO (as you know) but the edit itself is cute and this ask has been very karasu and hiori focused so it’s all good

[yieldtotemptation]

ROMEO ft. Yuna

yuna x male reader smut

15k words

"Well, that fucking sucked."

Tonight was supposed to be special. Right now you should be enjoying a candlelit dinner with your girlfriend of exactly one hundred days - eating overpriced food, drinking wine that's older than you are, and ending your night in the hotel suite you've risked personal bankruptcy to afford.

But instead here you are - dressed in your nicest, second-hand suit and holding a crumpled bouquet of flowers, walking along the cold streets of Seoul - alone.

The cold, rainy streets of Seoul.

"Oh, fuck off!" You yell, earning stares from the other pedestrians doing their best to avoid the crazy young man shouting at the sky.

You've had many, many lows before - but this was brand fucking new.

"Looking good, Romeo!"

But of course, there’s always room to fall even lower.

Your shoulders slump as you instantly recognise the voice, hearing the mocking nickname you've been given for being anything but a Romeo.

Well Romeo did die at the end.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to end up like him.

You turn, nearly blinded at the sight of the ungodly expensive and ridiculously gaudy car that has pulled up on the sidewalk next to you. Tinted glass rolls down, and leaning over the passenger seat and sticking her head out of the window is your closest friend - who also happens to be the very last person you want to see at the moment - Shin Yuna.

She gives you a wide, toothy grin and a thumbs up.

You give her the finger.

"Don't be like that!" Yuna calls out from the car. "Get in - it's raining!"

You pretend you don't hear her, choosing instead to keep your eyes straight ahead and continue your trudge through the rain. Normally you would have time for her, probably fire back some snappy comeback and trade insults like usual, but not today - today is a day for some good old self-loathing.

You grimace to yourself as you hear the engine of her car start back up again, and you do your best to pay no attention to the vehicle crawling slowly next to the sidewalk, keeping at pace with you, and drawing even more unwanted stares.

Of course, Yuna doesn't care.

Throughout the entire time you've known her, all the way from when she was just a dorky trainee to having grown up to be a full-fledged idol, she's remained the exact same person - the sweet, goofy, girl-next-door whose favourite hobby seems to be torturing her best friend.

"Roooomeooooo," she sings out the window, "get in the caaar, Roooomeoooo."

You attempt to hide your face behind your crumpled bouquet of flowers, even though if there's anyone that should be trying to remain incognito, it should be her.

Still, it does little to stop her from following you even further down the street. It doesn't even stop her from honking at you.

"Shhhh!" You finally turn to her, and you're annoyed to see how delighted she is at the small victory. "People are looking. You really want someone to get a photo of you stalking a guy in the middle of the night?"

"I knew you could hear me, Romeo!" Yuna laughs back, in her sweet, 'everything is awesome' tone of voice. "What do you mean? If anything, they'll get a photo of me helping out a poor, sad, charity case. It's great for my reputation!"

"You're insane, you know that?" You ask her, though judging by the expression on her face, she takes it as a compliment. "Also, since when do you drive?"

"Got my license today! Fifth time's the charm!" Yuna boasts, clearly unaware that it's not something she should be proud of. "And I wanted to go out for a spin in this brand-new car, and I saw you! How lucky is that?"

"Yeah, real lucky." You roll your eyes, concluding that Yuna must have finally found an examiner she could bribe.

"Hop in! I want you to be my first official passenger!"

"And last," you reply, deadpan.

"Come on, you're going to get drenched if you stay out here any longer. Then you're going to get sick, and then I'm going to have to be the one that takes care of you," she says. "Get. In."

You've never managed to win when it came to Yuna's whims, and you already know that if it came to it, she'd follow you around all night until you caved. You take one last look at the crumpled bouquet of flowers, the remnants of your 'Greatest Date Ever' plans, and dump them all in a nearby trash can.

With a heavy sigh, you give in - like you always did - to Yuna, leaving the cold, rainy streets for the warmth of her luxury vehicle.

"Here," Yuna says, handing you a box of tissues as you climb into her car. "Don't worry about it, I'll charge you a cleaning fee after this ride."

"How nice of you," you reply, taking out a heap of tissues in a futile attempt to dry yourself.

"It's all part of my great service! A free ride and getting to be in the presence of such a beauty like me - you really are a lucky guy!"

Yuna doesn't even wait for you to close the door before she takes off, slamming the pedal to the floor and accelerating the car into a racing start. You buckle your seatbelt as fast as you can, hoping the thin strap can save you from Yuna's complete disregard for speed limits.

"Didn't you say you had big date plans? Or are you going to tell me all about how Romeo got his heart broken again?" She asks, spending a little too much time looking at you and not enough time looking at the road. "What happened with - what was her name again?"

"Let's not get into this, Yuna," you say, knowing full well that she's already not listening to you. "Please, just focus on driving."

"Misoo? No that was the one that dumped you on your birthday. Mirae? No that was Christmas." You groan as Yuna keeps talking - rattling off names and surfacing more painful memories to your mind. "It was something like Narae, Nahye?"

"Nahee," you say, hoping to end the conversation and be put out of your misery.

"Yeah. Nahee. That bitch." Her face scrunches up as she says the name, as if the syllables alone have a disgusting taste. You hadn't even thought she was capable of speaking with the amount of venom in her voice that she uses to say your now-ex's name.

For someone you think you know so well, she still surprises you from time to time.

"So what went wrong - did she find out about your tiny dick?"

Well, not all the time.

"I'm going to take your silence as confirmation that like always - I'm right!"

"Like you would know if you even saw one, Yuna," you shoot back.

"I guess you're right, I couldn't possibly be as knowledgeable as you, the certified Professor of Penises."

"God, I'm gonna throw myself out of this car."

"Okay, okay, I'll be nice." Yuna clears her throat, composes herself, and puts on her best fake, saccharine voice. "Please, my dearest friend, tell me what happened so I may help you feel better?"

You test the handle of the passenger-side door, only to realise that she must have activated the child-lock in advance. You sigh dramatically, knowing that for at least the next twenty minutes, Yuna has you trapped.

Judging by the way the car is swerving across multiple lanes, you come to terms with the fact that this may very well be the last car ride you ever take, so you might as well humour her.

"What always happens. She said she didn't trust me. We were supposed to be celebrating our anniversary and she said she wasn't sure we had a future."

Yuna laughs. "I could have told you that."

"We only just started university and she's worried about a future," you say incredulously, the wounds still raw from being dumped mere hours ago.

"I told you from the start - I know a snake when I see one - and I always got bad vibes from her. But, still…" Yuna says, before turning her gaze to you, squinting her eyes as if she was inspecting you through a microscope. "This is like the third girl in a row that doesn't trust you? What are you doing that's so… Skeevy?"

"Please pay attention to the road, Yuna!" You shout, your heartbeat suddenly starting to race as the car starts to veer into the next lane over.

"Oh, right!" Yuna replies, swerving the car back into the centre of the road, barely caring about the fact that she nearly killed the two of you. "Now, answer the question - what is it about my best friend that makes him so untrustworthy to women?"

You take a deep breath, both needing to collect yourself from having avoided a near death experience and preparing yourself for what you're about to say. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?"

"What I do to give these girls trust issues," you say, looking at your friend's face as she tries to think over all the different possibilities, running down the mental list of your flaws that you know she keeps.

"Have you been cheating on all these girls and not telling me?" Yuna shouts, and you jump in your seat. "I swear if you turn out to be some fuck-boy-scumbag I will drive this car into the nearest river and kill you myself!"

"Yuna!" You shout back at her.

"What?"

"It's you."

"Wh - what?"

"None of these girls trust me because of you."

Once again, you're almost thrown out of your seat as Yuna slams her foot down hard on the brakes, bringing the car to a sudden stop.

She turns to you, a look of such confusion on her face that in any other situation would be utterly hilarious. Well, it still kind of is.

"What do you mean?" Yuna says, ignoring the cars that start to blast their horn behind her, jeering at the two of you as they recklessly swing around you to overtake. "We're just -"

"Yeah - friends - I tell them that," you say. "It always goes the exact same way - they meet you, they're excited because you're an idol and all, and then after a while they all get jealous. They see you've called me, or messaged me, and they just flip out!"

"But, but - I - I don't - " Yuna's face starts to turn red, for once in her life actually lost for words.

"Congratulations, Yuna, you are the biggest cockblock in my life."

Yuna digests your words, trying to think of something to say, only coming up with, "but I haven't even done anything! I mean - we've never done anything even a little romantic!"

"That's what I said! I told her I don't have feelings for you, and even if I did - you're an idol."

"What does that mean?" Yuna asks.

"You know what I mean, Yuna. It would never happen," you say, with an air of finality in your voice. You can't pretend you've never thought about it before, can't pretend you've never noticed how long her legs are, or how soft her lips look, or how even in the darkness of the car, the streetlights cut through the window and strikes her eyes at just the right angle that she looks - fuck.

"That's…" Yuna's voice trails off, but chooses to let her words go unsaid, and instead lets an awkward silence fill the car in its place. The tension in the air is exacerbated by how alien it is to the two of you - this was why you were such good friends; things were never awkward. There was always a joke to be made, or a careless insult to be thrown, but never this - never this strange feeling like you may have actually hurt her somehow.

It's why you were so reluctant to get into the car in the first place. It was only a matter of time before you two talked about this - this subject the two of you have never broached, the elephant in the room you had always danced around but never spoke of, and for good reason too. You're both young, attractive, and you know each other better than anyone else in the world. But what good would it do to ruin the one positive relationship in your life?

Yuna turns away from you, and you feel like you've let something vital slip through your fingers. But too much time passes for you to pick up on that strand of the conversation, and the silence is far too surmountable to get over, and before you can even muster the courage to say something, Yuna starts the car again and resumes the drive.

"You can drop me off here, I can catch the next train home," you say, desperate to get out of the silence that has fallen over the two of you.

"Don't be silly, we're almost at my dorm," Yuna replies matter-of-factly. "Besides, I'm not going to let you be alone right after you got dumped. Tradition's tradition."

You're reminded of all the other times over your friendship when you'd been dumped and Yuna was there for you - to laugh with you, to talk you through your emotions, to make you feel like everything was going to be okay. And after spending time with her, it always was.

The rest of the short trip to her building is uneventful and eerily quiet, and Yuna seems to be deep in thought for the remainder of the drive, even right up until you ride up the elevator and arrive at the dormitory itself.

"The other girls are all out this weekend," Yuna explains, carelessly swinging open the door to an extremely spacious and luxurious apartment. She nonchalantly kicks her shoes off her feet, sending the pair flying somewhere into the living room, and confidently strides inside like she was the sole resident. "So, we have it all to ourselves!"

You hesitate behind her at the doorway - it's not like you haven't been to her dorm before - you're a known entity to the other ITZY members. You're familiar to them, and they've always been more than happy to have you around, seeing as you're the one thing that can always put a smile on their maknae's face. But yet this time, somehow, being alone with her in the apartment feels different.

"What that also means," Yuna says, ignoring you and turning a corner into the kitchen, "is that we have access to all of Ryujin's soju!"

You hear her rummaging around her fridge and sifting through the kitchen pantries, before she pops out again to catch you still waiting at the door.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go drink this in my bedroom," Yuna says, somehow managing to balance multiple bottles of soju and bundles of snacks all in her skinny arms.

Again, you pause - if you were any other guy and Yuna was any other girl, it would be a no-brainer. Especially when you take into account the shortness of her skirt, or the way her sweater’s cut off specifically to show off her tight, flat abs and - you stop yourself, reminding yourself that it’s Yuna you’re fantasising about, and that the only reason you’re doing so is because of how pent up you’ve been in the lead up to your anniversary date with your girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

Yes, that is the reason. Certainly not Yuna’s legs.

You shove those thoughts into the back of your mind, asking your friend - "are you sure?"

Yuna sighs and pouts - a single, undeniably cute expression that makes you doubt everything you just rationalised to yourself. "Don't make this weird. Forget about what we talked about in the car and drink with me."

"Yuna -" you start to say, but she cuts you off.

"We're going to talk about that bitch one last time so you never have to think about her ever again, and then we'll spend the rest of the night discussing how you have literally zero game. As is tradition," Yuna finishes. "Now, stop standing there like an idiot and be a proper gentleman and help me out."

You have to hand it to Yuna, she always knew the right things to say to get her way, and you dutifully follow her orders, taking the bundle of goodies out of her hands and walking behind her to her shared bedroom.

Yuna’s bedroom is twice the size of your own, and is packed full with clothes, gifts, souvenirs and mementos - all strewn around the room with little care for any logical sense of order. Against either side are two queen-sized beds, and despite how cluttered the room is, there’s still enough space cleared in the centre for the two of you to sit and gorge yourselves on alcohol and junk food.

"This will work!" Yuna says, retrieving a folded-up table and bringing it with her into the bedroom. She carries it to the centre of the room, and with her back turned you she bends forward to set up the table, making you suddenly aware of just how short her skirt is. You try to convince yourself that you're only interested in the chequered pattern, and not the fact that as it rises higher and higher, you're treated to more than just a glimpse of creamy, vanilla-white thighs and the lace of... is that her panties?

She couldn't be doing this on purpose could she?

"Thanks for your help," Yuna says sarcastically, her head turning around just in time to catch you standing there like a fool, obviously gawking. You brace yourself for whatever jab she has prepared, knowing that catching you red-handed was far too good an opportunity for her to pass.

To your surprise, she doesn't say a thing, instead she sits down on the carpet next to the table and stretches herself out on the ground, making herself far too comfortable for your liking. Long, gorgeously slim legs reach out across the floor, and as she stretches her arms above her head, her sweater - her cropped-off, midriff-exposing sweater - rides up higher on her chest, revealing a hint of a black sports bra underneath.

You follow the trail with your eyes, all the way from her legs, up her flat, toned stomach and higher still until you reach her eyes - watching you, dancing with delight at having you caught dead to rights.

But again, she ignores it.

"Sit! Open up a bottle - let's drink!" Yuna instructs, enjoying bossing you around.

It's hard not to be suspicious of her now, and you keep a careful eye on her as you take off your jacket and take a seat on the ground across from her, placing two shot glasses on the table between you, and filling both of them with peach-flavoured soju.

Yuna snatches up the shot glass before you're even done pouring, lifting it in a toast - "Cheers!"

"Cheers," you reply, with just a tad less enthusiasm as Yuna.

"Ding dong, the bitch is gone!"

And the night goes on as it always does - you play bastardised forms of drinking games to suit two people, you slip into your usual topics of conversation - she blabs about her company, her members, drops pieces of gossip about idols that you have absolutely no business hearing about, but whose secrets are far too juicy for her to keep to herself.

Talking to her is so easy - Yuna is so separated from the rest of your life, just as you are to hers, that you can open up and tell each other everything and anything and know that you're free from judgment - save for a few bits of shit-talk here and there.

"God, you really are corny!" Yuna says. "Candlelit dinner, fancy restaurant, wine, hotel suite - what are you, forty?"

"Okay, okay, I get it."

"Seriously, no wonder she dumped your ass. This," Yuna says, waving her shot glass in front of your face, "is all I need for a good night out."

"Well, unfortunately not everyone is as cheap of a date as you," you sigh, before gulping down your third shot for the night. "Why do I get the feeling that you enjoy seeing me miserable?"

"Because I do!" Yuna replies, a little too gleefully in the face of your misery. "I don't get to go on dates, so I have to live vicariously through somebody."

"You dated that trainee," you point out.

"Yes, I held hands with one guy before you punched him in the face because you thought he made me cry."

"He did make you cry."

"It took months to convince other guys that they could even talk to me after that!"

"Good," you say, puffing out your chest with pride.

"Whatever!" Yuna declares, throwing her hands up in exasperation. Only, she forgets about the half-full shot glass still in her hand, throwing soju up in the air and spilling liquor right on her sweater. "Ah! I just bought this!"

Yuna pulls on her clothes, fruitlessly trying to dab out the soju from her top, eventually giving up and deciding to remove the sweatshirt entirely. She raises her arms to pull up her sweater, stretching up high and lifting to once again give you a picture-perfect view of the tightness of her stomach, the ridges of her abs, and her impossibly small waist. She catches her shirt underneath as she pulls off her top, and for the briefest of seconds she flashes you her two small, round, perfect handfuls of black bra-clad breasts.

"Like what you see?" Yuna's voice snaps you out of the spell cast by her body, as the sweater is tossed across the room, leaving her in just a cut-off shirt. "I know, it's hard to be around someone that looks this good."

"As if," you scoff, fumbling for your words, "I swear your ego has gotten out of control ever since you debuted."

"I can't help it - I am the visual."

"I guess they were going for someone more relatable then."

"Oh really? Should I just keep pretending that I haven't caught you checking me out - what is it - three times now?" Yuna asks, shuffling uncomfortably close to you, close enough that you catch the scent of roses in her hair. As if that wasn't enough, she even dares to place a hand on your knee. That was new. "Doesn't being next to such a beautiful idol like me make your heart race?"

You swallow, ignoring the fact that she has you nailed to a T - trying your best to ignore the thumping of your own heartbeat rattling through your eardrums. "Not even a little bit."

Yuna shifts her weight onto her arm, leaning even closer to you, closing the gap between your two bodies - so close that you can't look anywhere but at her. She looks up at you with her wide, brown eyes, intoxicating you far more than any shot of soju could. "How about now?"

You decide to up the ante - needing to launch an offense of your own, placing your hand over hers, and inching your own face close enough to hers that her exhales become your inhales. "You've forgotten, I've been here before, Yuna. But have you - Miss Never-Been-On-A-Date?"

Yuna's eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment it feels like her lips have a magnetic pull on your own - they just look so irresistible. And then you see it, the blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of her eyes down to your lips, and you lean into her just a touch closer so that you can -

"Got you," she whispers, claiming her victory in this game of chicken.

"Fuck!" You cry out, instantly recoiling, as if you had just been hit, leaving Yuna to collapse to the floor in a fit of laughter. God, you were never going to live this down.

"S- sorry, but that was cute - you really were going to kiss me there, weren't you?" Yuna struggles to say through her ceaseless laughter.

"Not funny, Yuna," you try to growl, but obviously failing the impossible task of looking intimidating while your face was beet-red with embarrassment. You reach for the closest bottle to you, not caring to pour it into a glass, guzzling it all straight down your throat.

"Hah-hah, you think I'm hot!" Yuna teases, and you know you're seconds away from Yuna getting up to do a victory dance.

"Well done, Yuna - I actually forgot about Nahee for a second."

Yuna snaps her gaze back up to you, her mood suddenly swinging as if you had just slapped her across the face with the mention of your ex's name. The temperature in the room sharply drops, and Yuna doesn't attempt to hide the bitterness in her voice as she says, "you really had to ruin my fun by mentioning her. I haven't seen you get this torn up over a girl before. You must have really liked that bitch."

You sigh, staring into your now empty bottle. "It's not like that - she was… Nice. For the most part."

"I don't understand why you settle for these girls," Yuna says disdainfully. "Every single time it ends exactly the same - and I have to listen to you bitch and moan when you were clearly too good for them in the first place."

"Yuna," you say softly.

"No, you really do deserve better than letting yourself get treated like this," Yuna continues her rant. "A guy like you, who actually cares and listens, and is funny and smart and… It's just. You deserve - "

"Yuna?"

"Forget it. I bet this isn't how you planned your night to go anyway, right?"

"Well," you say, "right about now I would probably be in that fancy hotel room."

"Cheesy," Yuna interrupts.

"You wouldn't get it! I planned this whole thing - tonight was going to be a big deal. I was really hoping to - "

"Why wouldn't I get it?" Yuna asks, somewhat offended.

"You're an idol, isn't that being the same as a nun?"

""I am not a nun."

"Oh, so do you have some secret sex life that I don't know about?" You ask, only to be met with silence. "Thought so."

"Just because I've never done any stuff doesn't make me some virgin-Mary whatever-the-fuck!"

"Sure, sure."

"Not everyone is as much of a man-whore as you," Yuna fires back.

"Hey - better than whatever cobwebs you have between your legs," you reply.

"I do stuff… And I'll have you know that it is perfectly fine," Yuna says, before dropping her voice to a whisper, "down there."

"You’d be more believable if you weren't so afraid to call your pussy a pussy, Yuna," you say, laughing at her.

Yuna grumbles something under her breath, clearly having enough of your jabs, and swallows down another shot before slamming the glass onto the table. With a huff, she stands up, striding over to her closet and scouring through the mountains of clothes and shoes piled up within.

When she's found what she's looking for, Yuna stomps back over to you, and dumps a shoebox at your feet.

"Look," Yuna says, standing over you to watch you open the box to see the contents inside. Of the few things you knew Yuna hid from you, you would have never included a single silicone dildo, and a small, silver, bullet-shaped vibrator, on that list. "See."

"Lia's sex toys?"

"Mine, idiot."

"Ah, that must be why they look brand new. Need someone to show you how to use them?"

"Fuck you," Yuna growls, bending down to pick up the dildo, waving it dangerously close to your face. "You're just jealous because you're probably smaller than this."

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Pfft," Yuna replies. "As. If."

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the lack of fucks you have to give after having been rejected once already tonight, or maybe it was the fact that you were so close to kissing her moments ago, but you decide to take Yuna's challenge and raise the stakes. "Yuna - you couldn't even handle what I'm packing."

Yuna pauses, and your words hang in the air between the two of you, suspended right over that uncrossed line you have never dared to tread, and that is very close to being permanently broken. She takes one look at the dildo in her hand and one look down at your crotch, doing some form of mental calculation to find the truth in your statement. "Prove it, then."

"Fuck it," you say, deciding to end, once and for all, the game you’ve been playing the whole night. You take one last pull from your bottle, tossing it aside when you're done, and stand up to meet Yuna.

Yuna stares so hard at your crotch that she could burn a hole through your clothes, watching with rapt attention as you pop open the button and unzip your pants, pulling down the waistband of your briefs and letting your clothing fall to the floor, setting your cock free.

"You wanna measure them side-by-side?" You say, amused as you display your cock for her, your length rendering her lost for words.

Yuna gulps, seemingly unable to unglue her eyes at your cock. "I- is that all?"

You take a hold of your cock, and start to slowly stroke yourself, watching Yuna's face the whole time. Her mouth is frozen open and slack jawed, and you imagine what it would be like for your cock to be between her lips. You can see the shimmer of saliva building up in the corners of her mouth as you bring yourself to your full erection, and it's when you let go of your cock, proudly presenting it in its full hardness, that Yuna lets the dildo slip out of her fingers, leaving it to clatter on the ground.

Yuna's eyes dart between the fallen dildo and your cock, now able to accurately compare the two with a disbelieving stare, unable to hide the expression of shock on her face as she takes in the full measure of your length.

"This is the first cock you've ever seen in person - isn't it, Yuna?" You ask. "Is it everything you imagined?"

Yuna manages to somewhat collect herself, snapping her jaw shut, even now finding it difficult to accept that you were right. "No, I'm just… Surprised! You've never radiated big dick energy."

You smirk to yourself at finally managing to make Yuna eat her words. But now there are more important things to address - now that she has you pants down and fully exposed, it’s time to even the odds. "Your turn, Yuna."

"W-what?"

"If you really do use those toys as much as you say - show me. Prove it," you say, throwing her words back at her and gesturing towards the vibrator laying in the shoebox. You can see the thoughts racing through her mind, fighting a battle between lust and rationality, and you give her a helpful nudge by asking, "or are you chicken?"

"No," Yuna says firmly, finding her resolve. "You want a show? I'll give you a show."

Yuna bends down and reaches into the shoebox, retrieving the vibrator and moving towards the bed. She wastes no time - unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to her ankles, and then crawling onto the bed, barely giving you a chance to fully appreciate her cute, lacy, cotton, white panties, and to admire the way the fabric stretches over her plump, full ass.

She takes the pillows from the head of the bed and props them up against the wall, creating a makeshift backrest for herself. She turns around, leaning back into the pillows and stretches her legs out, dragging her panties down her long limbs, and then kicking them off her feet.

"You," Yuna says, addressing you as she spreads her legs apart, her knees pointing outwards and forming a 'V' shape, giving you a full, unguarded view of her bare, pink, juicy pussy. "Watch."

You kick off your own briefs and pants, and stand there awestruck, as Yuna switches on the silver bullet vibrator and brings it down between her legs. Yuna starts carefully, inhaling sharply at the first touch of the toy to her body, slowly dragging it along the bottom of her slit, coating it in the juices beginning to leak from her pussy. She then draws the toy all the way up her folds, finally resting the vibrating device against her slick, ripe clit.

"Yes," Yuna hisses softly as she starts to gently rotate the toy around her clit. She falls into a natural position, sinking slightly down into the bed, her legs parting further apart and giving you an even better view of her, as she stirs her own arousal with careful, practiced movements.

You're completely hypnotised by her - by how effortlessly erotic she is, watching as she grinds the toy against her clit, seeing her in a way you've never even imagined - her eyes half open, teeth biting into her bottom lip, and her hips gyrating back-and-forth, as if she was fucking some phantom cock in time with the movements of the vibrator.

It's truly a sight to behold as her pussy gets wetter and wetter with every circle of the vibrator around her clit, each pass slightly faster than the one before. Soon her heavy breaths turn into restrained moans, blending in with the low buzz of the toy vibrating against her mound, and it's after one particularly loud moan that her eyes flitter open, and her gaze locks onto yours, settling on you with a fierce, predatory smile.

"I - ah - told you so," Yuna says, relishing in the wired look on your face as you shamelessly stare at her, watching her fuck herself. You follow her eyes to your cock, seeing her smile expand into a wide grin as she drinks in the sight of your throbbing hardness. "Oh - mmph - is that for me?"

"Yeah," you say, not even attempting a denial, because frankly, it was true. "It is for you, Yuna. I didn't know you could look this fucking hot."

You let your baser instincts take over your mind, giving yourself over to that part of your brain that wants nothing more than to be in the moment with the scorching hot girl playing with her pussy in front of you, making herself aroused for your pleasure.

Yuna's eyes go even wider when you return your hand to your shaft and start to stroke your entire length from base to tip, pumping your cock in rhythm with the circles she draws around her stiff clit.

The two of you stay locked in an intense performance for each other, duelling with heated gazes and exasperated moans, with pumps of your cock and swirls of around her clit. It lasts until Yuna decides to push even further, and as if she was taunting you, she presses a button on her vibrator, causing it to whir even faster.

She moans again - the loudest yet - as she ups the pace of the toy against her mound. You stroke yourself harder in response, squeezing around your shaft while you pump yourself faster, matching her speed and refusing to fall behind her in this lustful battle of self-pleasure.

Again, Yuna pushes onward, and keeping her eyes on you, she uses her free hand to undo the top buttons of her shirt, showing off more of her creamy, porcelain-white skin, and exposing the curve of her collarbone.

Another button goes undone, this time showing you the dip of cleavage you had only caught glimpses of before, and then another, and another, until her cropped-shirt is wide open, and you see her black sports bra, before its quickly yanked down to free her breasts.

It's no surprise at all at how perfect her breasts are - two bountiful handfuls, wonderfully perky and round, treating you to a slight bounce as they're freed from their clothed prison. It's torturous, how close they are to you - you could reach for them right now - you could pin her to the bed and take her breasts between your lips and seize them into your hands. But Yuna reads your thoughts, taking her right breast for herself, pinching her nipples, and treating you to an elated sigh as she plays with her own chest.

"You like this - ooh - don't you?" Yuna asks, struggling to keep her eyes open while she watches you stroke yourself. "Look at you, so God - ah - damn hard, just from watching me play with myself. God your cock looks so good."

Her words barely register with you, just the sweet sound of her voice in her ears is enough. With Yuna right in front of you, pussy in full display, your mind is flooded with thoughts of what it would be like to hold her against you, to feel her lips on yours, to run your hands over her body - to take a hold of her slim waist and bury your cock in the warmth of her glistening, wet pussy.

You're so enraptured by the view of her wonderful pussy that you fail to notice the vibrator slip from Yuna's fingers and onto the bed, as she slowly flips herself over and gets on all fours. Like in some sort of trance, she crawls over to the edge of the bed and towards you, her mouth hanging open, tongue licking her lips.

She attracts you towards her with her eyes alone - you step forward to meet her at the bed, letting go of your cock so she can see it in its entirety. You watch her as she studies your cock, lustful curiosity getting the better of her - not that you even care, you're more than eager to find out what she'll do next.

"I - I - " she pants. Yuna's close enough that you can feel the warmth of her exhalations against the tip of your cock - it would only take a small push of your hips forward and you would be between her lips. "Can I - ?"

"Yes," you say, not even caring to hear the end of her request, more than happy to give her the approval to do whatever she wanted with you, as long as it involves your cock. She reaches out for you, and shatters the already tattered boundaries of your friendship, grasping your shaft and wrapping her delicate fingers around your length.

"It's so -" Yuna shuffles further across the bed, teetering on its edge, sidling up even closer to properly inspect your cock. She treats your length like some precious artefact to be examined, using her eyes to fully take measure of its size and shape. "So big."

"Ah!" You groan as her grip around you suddenly tightens, painfully squeezing on your cock like a stress ball. Her mouth stays open, eyes alight with wonder as you achingly twitch and throb in her hand.

She continues her experiments with your length - gripping you far too hard, roughly pulling down on your shaft far too fast - seemingly forgetting that it was an extension of you.

"Yuna!" You cry out, grabbing a hold of her wrist and stopping her callous stroking, managing to pull her attention away from your cock. "Is that how you always do it?"

Yuna eyes snap up from your cock to your face, her expression heated and her brows furrowed, annoyed at the interruption. "What do you mean?"

"It's not one of your toys, Yuna. You can't treat it like that."

"Are you really going to criticise me while my hands are on your cock?" Yuna asks, in total disbelief that you wouldn't simply be grateful that she was even handling your cock in the first place. "You. A man."

"You have to be gentle before you can be rough," you say. "Anticipation, Yuna."

"I can see why you get dumped so often," Yuna says with a sigh. "I thought all guys liked it hard and fast?"

"Sure, but -" you start to try explain yourself, but eventually decide that sometimes, the best way to learn is not by saying, but by doing. "Yuna. Put your hands behind your back."

"You're really going to tell me what to do -"

You interrupt her, repeating yourself - "hands behind your back."

It's only for a moment, but you see a flash of mischief cross Yuna's eyes as she contemplates defaulting to her usual habit of automatically dismissing any request you’ve ever made of her. But something in her expression changes, as she suppresses her need to rebel against your instructions, and instead she does as you say, letting go of your cock and holding her hands behind her back. She adjusts herself so she's on her knees and sits back on the heels of her feet, and in this position Yuna waits for you.

You move closer to her, equally surprised at how obedient she is being, and thrilled at the prospect of having her so subservient to you. You place a hand on her chin, cupping her face, and run the pad of your thumb over her pretty lips, feeling their softness, knowing that in seconds those very lips would be wrapped around your cock.

Yuna leans into the palm of your hand, chocolate pools looking up at you expectantly, matching the same excitement you could feel pumping through your veins. You move your hand to the back of her head, threading your fingers through her silky midnight hair, and tenderly draw her closer to your cock.

You direct her. "Kiss it."

Again, Yuna obeys, shifting around the bed so she’s flat on her stomach, and with her hands still behind her back lightly press her lips on the tip of your cock. It's immediately electric, the gentlest touch sending shivers running up your spine, enough that you can feel the beginnings of your pre-cum begin to leak out from the tip.

Yuna sees it, kisses the tip again, spreading the drop of your arousal across her lips like gloss. She keeps kissing - light, dainty brushes down your shaft, puckering her lips more and quietly moaning each time she presses their pillowy softness against your length.

You help her, holding your cock with your free hand, keeping it still and upright to ensure she can cover the entire surface area of your shaft. Her hungry eyes remain transfixed on your face, fascinated with the way that she can make you shudder so easily with just her lips.

She does as she's told and more, taking her time with her lips, and after properly, passionately, showering your shaft with kisses, she lands back on your tip, giving it a last, longing press. She waits again after she’s finished, in anticipation of your next instruction, her lips barely an inch away from your tip, a thin rope of saliva forming a translucent bridge connecting her to your cock.

"Tongue out," you command next, and Yuna's lips part, opening her mouth and extending her lovely, pink tongue.

You lay your cock flat on her tongue, testing her patience, pushing how far you can take this new dynamic in your relationship. She remains frozen still, statuesque, save for the trace amount of drool that starts to drip down the corners of her mouth.

"Lick," you say, and Yuna eagerly drags her tongue upwards, licking the underside of your shaft and over the ridge that separates the head of your cock. It's a simple motion, but it makes you weak at your knees, forcing your hand to tighten on the back of Yuna's head, a gesture that does not go unnoticed by the idol.

She flicks her tongue along the slit of your tip, scooping up the glob of pre-cum that had leaked out, before manoeuvring around to the other side of your cock, lathering your length from the head right down to the base of your shaft.

Yuna doesn't even need to try that hard - her tongue is long and wet and soft, and manages to stir strained groans and sighs of pleasure from you, using only simple, slow movements along every inch of you, leaving your cock covered in a sheen of her saliva.

Like with her kisses, Yuna takes her time, now understanding how the game is really played - just because she’s the one on her knees, hands behind her back, didn't mean that she isn't the one in control.

Realisation dawns on her dark chocolate eyes, studying you with a look so lustful, so erotic, that you have to remind yourself that it's Yuna that is on her knees before you, that it's your best friend that is turning you on far more than you've ever been before.

It's after a long, greedy lick of your cock that ends at your tip that you give her your next instruction - "now, use your - "

But Yuna's already ahead of you - she swirls her tongue around your head with such sudden immediacy that you nearly lose your footing, before sealing her lips around your cock and slowly taking an inch of you into her wet, hot mouth.

She can't go much further - only a few inches at first - but she makes up for it with enthusiasm, sucking tightly around you as she begins to bob her head back and forth on your cock. She takes you into her lips again and again, occasionally mixing up her noisy slurps with swishes of her tongue around your head, gaging your every reaction to her lips and tongues to direct the motions of her sucking.

After several gratuitous slurps of your length, Yuna's hands leave her back and joins the fray. She's learnt her lesson - approaching you with tenderness, she wraps her fingers carefully around your shaft and strokes you along with her sucks on your cock.

"God," you groan, your voice coming out far louder than you intended. Yuna smiles around your shaft, but rather than let her relish in how good she's already making you feel, you push down on her head, urging more of your cock past her wet lips and into her hot mouth.

As much as you want to match your hips with her back-and-forth pace on your cock and thrust freely into her face, you give her the time to adapt to your length and your girth. While Yuna's eager, she's clearly inexperienced, and while in the past you've experienced truly skilful blowjobs, just the fact that it was Yuna - that it’s her hot, wet lips suctioned around your cock, that it’s her hands stroking you up and down - makes everything feel utterly surreal and so much more exciting.

You tenderly stroke her hair, keeping the stray strands out of her face as she lovingly familiarises herself with your length - even though you’re the one getting your cock sucked, this is about her exploring your shaft with her wonderful mouth. The fact that it feels so God damn incredible is just another amazing bonus.

You can feel herself challenging herself on your cock, every odd bob of her head down your shaft she dips further down, gurgling slightly around your cock, before backing off to resume her previous pace. Yet each time, with each pump of your cock in and out of her mouth, she's able to take just a little bit more, extend the reach of her lips down your shaft that tiny distance farther, aided by the build of spit and slobber that now covers every inch of your length.

"Umm finnk mmmph mmph mmph!" Yuna sounds around your cock, unintelligible, muffled words vibrating around your shaft.

"What?" You ask, and Yuna gives you a sly, cute look, and she lifts her face off your cock with a loud smack of her lips.

"I said - I think I'm getting the hang of this!"

Her lips are already back on you as soon as the words have left Yuna's mouth, her hands on your hips, bracing herself and diving back onto you, pushing her her head down on your cock and taking in the most of your length so far, stealing an involuntary cry of "fuck!" from you.

Yuna pauses as your cock meets the back of her throat, hitting her right in her gag reflex. She coughs against you but keeps still, feeling your pulsating length tickle the back of her mouth before she withdraws again, letting your cock pop out of her mouth with a satisfied 'ah', punctuating her action with a generous swirl of her tongue, drawing around the circumference of your tip and eagerly licking up the dribbles of her saliva she had left behind.

"So much for a nun," Yuna teases, catching her breath between more scant kisses on your shaft. She can see your face, can hear your own laboured breaths, but she still has to ask - "do you like the way I suck your cock? I bet you love getting to watch your very own idol give you a blowjob?"

It feels good - far too good, and you know that with how quick she's learning, and with how eager and enthusiastic she is to have you in her mouth that it would be no time at all until she has you cumming down her throat.

She moves to take your cock back with her lips, but you hold her steady by the back of head and take her wrist with your other hand, stopping her stroking of your shaft.

Somewhere in the back of your mind - the childish, competitive part of your mind - you know you don't want to give her the satisfaction of making you cum so soon, you don't want to have her hold that over your head until the end of time, to throw it in your face in some future argument.

Not that you were even sure what would come next for your relationship - could you even be just friends with someone who was slurping down your cock?

Did you even want to be just friends?

"Hey!" Yuna gets your attention, pouting once again. "I wasn't done yet! Are you afraid of cumming too soon?"

You grit your teeth, a lie already prepared. "Like a first timer could make me cum so easily. Let me show you how it's done."

"Oh, really?"

"Lie back."

"What are you - "

"Lie back, Yuna," you repeat, this time with deliberate firmness.

Your change in tone flicks a switch inside Yuna, turning her docile once more, and she turns herself over, letting herself fall back into the bed with eager obedience.

Yuna stretches herself out backwards, reaching the wall with her fingertips, and lying her head on the set of stacked pillows. With her ass already on the edge of the mattress, she posts her legs on either side of her, reading your intentions and parting her thighs for you. "Show me what you got, Romeo."

You've never seen her look so vulnerable before, purposefully laying herself bare and completely at your mercy - just for you. She's naked, save for the shirt, doing little to hide anything at all - wide open and exposing her humble, perky breasts, and showing off her tight, skinny, little waist.

Nothing covers her from the waist down, however, and it's between her legs that you take your position, falling to your knees in front of the bed, taking in an up-close view of her bare, cleanly shaven pussy. She's already wet - her lips juicy and glistening, well-prepared from her earlier masturbation, and at the top of her mound her clit stands exposed and stiff with arousal.

Your eyes follow downwards, and you smirk at the way the generous cheeks of her ass squish into the mattress beneath her, and as much as you want to flip her over and bury your face between those gorgeous cheeks, you know that you have work to do.

Proving your point to Yuna means pleasing her entire body - beginning with the very tips of her meticulously manicured toes. She can't see you from her position, and she shivers with surprise at your starting point, as you take her right foot - as flawless and blemish-free as the rest of her - into your hands.

"I knew you were a weirdo," she murmurs, but you ignore her quip, carefully massaging the pads of your thumbs into the slope of her foot. You knead the ball of her foot with your fingers, and slowly raise her foot up higher as you bend down closer to her painted toes.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," you reply.

"As if - ah -" Yuna gasps as you kiss her first toe, and you smile to yourself as you feel it curl against your lips in response. You take care to give each digit its own kiss, and while Yuna is out of remarks as you reach the smallest of her toes, she does hold a breath as you lift her foot higher, giving you access to the sole, and allowing you to familiarise your tongue with its velvety texture.

You continue massaging and caressing her foot with your hands as you drag your tongue over the ball of her foot, up its arch, and towards her heel, indulging yourself in the soft, salty-sweetness of her skin.

You resist the urge to say 'I told you so' when she lets out a whimper as your tongue leaves her foot. You return your lips to her ankle, however, kissing your way up the long runway that is her slender leg.

It's much time spent, but no time wasted - how could it be wasted when your lips are pressed against her shin, or your tongue tickles underneath her knee, or you get your first, proper taste of her firm, muscled thighs.

Yuna's legs are as long as they are lovely, and it takes time to give them the attention they deserve - to give the right amount of gentle coaxing that makes her mewl and moan and sets Yuna's whole body on fire.

She adjusts her body as you make your way up her leg, trying to rush you through to the wet, pink treasure that lies at the end of your journey. But you take your time, ignoring her futile efforts to reach for the back of your head, desperately needing you to find her pussy with your tongue as soon as possible.

You plant kisses on her creamy-white thighs, and as if you entered some secret passcode with your lips, her thighs part even wider for you, giving you explicit access to her slick, inviting pussy.

Yuna sighs in relief as you move closer to her heat, and a pained moan escapes her lips as she feels your breath over her lips, only to be replaced with a whimper as you dodge her pussy and veer to her other thigh, latching on to her skin and tasting the dewy residue that lingers on her.

Kissing into the groove that separates her leg from her crotch puts you in range of her hands, and it's with a harsh yank that you're pulled by your hair back to her pussy.

Despite the momentary sting, you still grin when you see her face, as she lifts her neck up to lock eyes with you - eyes communicating need, lust, want - begging for more than what you're giving her.

"Like I said," you say, "anticipation."

You stay there, breathing on her mound, watching Yuna's face, emotions torn between doing what she swore to never do - admit you're right - and needing her pussy to be eaten by you.

Yuna makes up her mind and looks down on you, eyes wide and alluring, lips pursed in a pout, and she begs - "please."

The word is like a trigger, a simple request laden with sexual desire, leading you to breathe in her pussy, giving her a long, slow lick starting from the very bottom of her folds, and dragging your tongue up to the very tip of her clit, getting your first full, sweet taste of Yuna's hot, wet cunt.

"Oh, oh fuck!" Yuna moans, thighs squeezing tighter against your ears, pulling your face closer into her trembling folds, while raising her hips higher to push more of herself against your tongue.

You resist her urging, determined to take her at your own pace, gracing her with slow, purposeful, long licks. You gather all the juices that had lined her folds on your tongue, tasting each nook and cranny of her beckoning pussy, enjoying the quiver of her thighs on either side of your head as you drink in Yuna.

Yuna moans and gasps with each lick, with each kiss against her sensitive flesh, and you revel in the opportunity to tease out each agonising sigh from her pretty, pink lips.

"More," Yuna whispers in a hushed, desperate voice. "Please, I want it."

"You need to say it, Yuna," you say, far from done hearing Yuna say just how much she wanted you.

"I - I need it!" Yuna exclaims, "I need you to eat my pussy."

She's waited long enough, and you reward her accordingly - you snake a hand between her legs, carefully spreading apart her glossy pussy lips with your fingers, pulling back her hood and leaving her clit standing alone. You have intentionally been avoiding the centre of her arousal, but now you make it your sole focus, testing her with a light lick with just the tip of your tongue.

Yuna's legs wrap around your shoulders, holding you in place, leaving you with nothing to do but satiate your appetite with her pussy, pressing your lips to her mound and sucking on her needy clit.

"God - ah - yes!" Yuna cries out, as her fingers claw at your hair and her ankles lock behind your neck. You fall face-first into her cunt, suctioning your lips around her, working at a steady pace on her pussy, giving her more generous licks with your tongue, passionately frenching her folds and drinking in the sweet, tangy nectar that dribbles into your mouth.

Yuna disappears into her own world - she moans and writhes and squirms and you need to take hold of her thighs to keep her steady while you suck harder and harder on her swollen clit. She responds in kind, fucking herself against your tongue, grinding her hips onto your face, suffocating you with her drenched, delicious heat.

With each lick Yuna gets louder and louder, her body gets hotter, and from your vantage point between her luscious thighs, you spy an expression of true bliss painted on her face, as she hurtles towards her orgasm.

Still, your job isn't complete and in the corner of your eye you spot the gleam of the silver vibrator, previously discarded and nearly forgotten.

Unnoticed to Yuna, who's far too busy basking in the sensations your tongue is making her feel, you reach over and take the toy. She doesn't even hear its buzz when you switch it on, and it's only when your lips loosen from her clit, and your tongue leaves to explore further south that Yuna finally opens her mouth in protest, whimpering, "no - FUCK!"

Yuna throws her head back into the pillows, holding onto handfuls of your hair for dear life as you press the vibrator up against her clit, keeping the buzzing toy steady while you plunder her needy, soaking wet hole with your tongue.

Time barely passes but it's all too much and all too sudden, and she can't even last another second before her hips involuntarily rise off the mattress and she loses complete control of her own body, a slave to the rapturous elation you're making her feel.

"Th - that's it!" Yuna shouts, her voice bouncing off the walls until all you hear, all you taste, and all you know is her. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm actually - fuck - about to - FUCK!"

Yuna's thighs close in on you, sandwiching your head in their warmth, trapping your face up against the heat of her sopping wet pussy. You ride out her orgasm with her, keeping the vibrator pressed flush against her clit, while maintaining the pace of your tongue on her hot, slick flesh.

She shakes against you, her hips convulsing and rocking against your lips, loosening a steady stream of warm, sweet juices that freely flow onto your waiting, lapping tongue.

Her grip loosens on your head, her fingers slipping out from your hair and her arms carelessly swing outwards. She loses herself in the throes of her orgasm - a pillow flies off the bed, sailing over your shoulder and hitting the table next to you, sending half-finished bottles of soju tumbling over and rolling onto the carpet, spilling out their contents onto the floor.

She barely cares, barely even registers the fact, still trembling and quivering upon you, trying to endure the remaining waves of pleasure crashing over her tight body.

A long minute of heavy breathing and quiet whimpers pass, and Yuna manages to somewhat recover, allowing her legs to slip off your shoulders, and rediscovering her own voice.

"I didn't know," Yuna gasps, trying to catch her own breath, her hips twitching against you, smearing her wetness all over your chin. "I didn't know it could feel like that."

You chuckle to yourself, proud of your work, lifting your face from her pussy and licking off the juices that linger on your lips. You wipe the remainder off your chin with the back of your hand, taking a moment to examine its lustre, before licking that up as well, savouring the taste.

Yuna reaches for you, and you take her offered hand, helping yourself up to your feet and onto the bed with her. You crawl over her, posting your knees on either side of her thighs and your hands on either side of her shoulders.

You bring your face level with Yuna's - despite the fact that she just came on your face, she still looks so innocent, so demure, so much like the Yuna you know. Her cheeks are a bright rosy red, whether from the aftermath of her orgasm or the alcohol, or just plain shyness, you can't be sure, but it gives her an ethereal, other-worldly glow.

You want nothing more in the world than to kiss her, to take the lips that you realise you've spent years longing for - often fantasising about, but never imagining that they could actually be yours. You carefully brush a strand of hair from her face, leaning down and moving in to finally kiss her.

"Wait," Yuna stops you, reaching up for your face with both hands, cradling your cheeks in her palms. "I - I want you to know that you're my first."

You absorb her words, appreciating her admission, appreciating her willingness to cut through all the games, all the silliness, all the safeguards the two of you have used to protect your relationship and make herself vulnerable for you. "Tell me what you want, Yuna."

"I want you," Yuna breathes the magical words into existence, and you can't help but smile in response. "I want you to be my first. I've always wanted you."

Everything - every mixed feeling of friendship, of love, of lust, every ounce of tension that exists in the space between the two of you and has grown over the past few years - it all culminates in a kiss - a slow, gentle, sweet kiss.

Hands become tangled in hair, bodies are pressed together, and you become intimately aware of how sweet and wonderful Yuna tastes. A moan into your mouth and your lips part, breathing her in, deepening your kiss and letting her tongue seek its partner within your own mouth.

It's tender and loving and passionate, and it's through your kiss, through the dance of your tongues that you say all the things that you've ever wished you had said to each other.

She holds your face in her hands, pulling you closer to her, while you run your own hand up her body, tracing the curve of her waist, stopping when you take hold of the lining of her bra.

Her shirt and sports bra come off all at once - you carefully roll the clothing up and off her body, treating the reveal of her chest like some precious ceremony, needing to see more of her.

You break the kiss, avoiding her chasing lips to take in Yuna's unencumbered chest. Without the clothing in the way, you can truly appreciate the perfect shape of her breasts - small, firm, and round, tipped with dark chocolate nipples, already raised and taut and ready for your lips.

You do what you've only been able to dream of before, diving in on her dark, dusky nipples, greedily taking the stiff bud atop her right breast between your hungry lips, while taking her left into the palm of your hand - massaging, pulling and pinching.

Kissing turns to licking turns to sucking, and soon Yuna's gasping as you feast on her tight, needy nubs, tasting their pure deliciousness, committing the texture of Yuna's nipple on your tongue to memory.

You submerge yourself in her chest, haphazardly marking your territory, sucking and squeezing and licking, swapping from breast to breast, filling your mouth with as much of her as you could, while Yuna writhes beneath you, moaning beautiful cries of pleasure into your ear with every swirl of your tongue and graze of your teeth.

You're only stopped by Yuna bunching up your shirt into your hands and pushing you off her chest to hold you above her. Rather than make any effort with your buttons, Yuna simply rips your shirt apart, sending buttons sailing across the room.

It's her time to show her own hunger, her own greed for your body, pulling you back down to her and attacking your own chest with her tongue and her lips, kissing into your body and marking you as you did her. As her teeth brush against your own nipple, you grasp her shoulders, separating her from you and pinning her down into the mattress below.

Frenzied, torrid eyes mirror one another, and you voice the words you had been waiting to say all night.

"Yuna," you say, your voice raspy and low. "I'm going to fuck you now."

"Do it," Yuna breathes, her hot breath tickling against your cheek. "Just - please - be gentle, okay?"

"Whatever you want, however you want." You lean down, pressing your lips to hers, sealing your promise to her with a kiss. "It's all yours."

"No," Yuna whispers back, "I'm all yours."

You kiss her again, throwing yourself back in immediately from where you left off, slipping your tongue back into her mouth and intertwining with hers. You help her take off your shirt, tossing it aside before you fall back into her waiting arms.

You manoeuvre around each other, naked bodies twisting into one, finding your way between her legs and positioning yourself between her thighs, resting your cock a hair's breadth away from the hot, slick lips of her pussy.

You continue your kisses onto her cheek, down the curve of her jaw, finding your way to her ear to whisper your final instruction - "put it in."

You wait for her, needing her to be the one to take the lead - she has to be the one to cross that final threshold and take your cock for her own.

Yuna grasps your shaft, and you gasp as she runs her hand down your length from tip to base, wrapping her fingers around you and giving you a long, slow pump, and aiming the head of your cock at her dripping entrance.

Your eyes remain on her face the whole time, watching as she closes her eyes and opens her mouth to release a breathless moan, pulling you into her, drawing you past her plump, wet, lips and into her waiting, juicy pussy.

Yuna is hot and wet and perfect, but most of all she is tight. As wet for you as she already is, even with your cock barely inside her, you know she is by far the tightest girl you've ever been with.

You need to take it agonisingly slow - need to feed her pussy every inch of your cock bit by bit, let her mould herself around your length, let her walls ripple and close around your shaft. Like with her mouth, Yuna adapts her pussy to you, generously lathering your cock with her juices, wrapping you in a silky embrace that's so easy to sink into.

Yuna sets the pace, closing her legs behind you, squeezing her thighs against your hips, and drawing you in deeper and deeper inside her. With each additional inch Yuna's whimpers rise in pitch, and it's through your soft kisses into her neck that you let her know it's okay for her to take her time.

It gives you the opportunity to relish every moment, to feel the intimacy of having her so close to you, wrapped around you and pressed against your body, to truly experience the divine depths of Yuna's pussy.

Her whimpers in your ear soon turn into full, loud moans, and it's when you finally, triumphantly, fully impale her on your cock that Yuna loses all sense of self and cries out your name - not your nickname, not Romeo, not an insult, not a taunt, but your name - and you swear you've never heard a sound more beautiful than your name leaving her lips.

Yuna's eyes snap open and go wide - both from being so totally filled for the first time, and in surprise at herself that she let your name so shamelessly slip from her lips.

You lift your head up, releasing a breath you weren't even aware you’ve been holding, and search for Yuna's eyes, asking her, "you okay?"

She smiles up at you - a smile filled with affection, love, satisfaction - telling you all you need to know. "Yes… It - it feels good. I just didn't expect it to feel this big inside me. I've thought about this so many times but I never thought it would feel like this."

Yuna shifts her hips around you, sinking into the feeling of being so completely filled for the very first time, moaning softly as she grinds her hips against you, letting you know she's ready for more.

"I'm better than okay," Yuna whispers. "Please - keep going. Make love to me."

You give her a small nod, carefully drawing your hips back, trying your best to withstand the feeling of her pussy desperately grasping onto you as you pull your cock out of her. You only take out a few inches at first before you push back into her, fucking her at slow, loving pace, letting her adjust to your length, letting her pussy get wetter and wetter, get more used to taking you to the hilt and having you fill her.

Yuna moans with each entry and gasps with each exit, her hips raise to meet you with each thrust, and you feel every squeeze, every clench of her tight walls around you, as you do your best to stretch her out around your thick girth. Every pump into her perfect body gets easier and easier, every stroke longer and deeper, and before long you're fucking her to a steady beat.

The pleasure is almost mind-numbing - each thrust is better than the last, your only disappointment is that you can't see your shaft disappear again and again into her incredible pussy. You're both still so sensitive - Yuna from just having orgasmed, and you from spending the past hour on the edge of your own - and it makes everything feel so unreal - it makes Yuna feel so unreal.

"It's so good - God - so good!" Yuna gasps. "But you can - you can fuck me hard - ah!"

You slam your hips into her before she can finish her sentence, penetrating her completely and fucking her down and into the mattress. You try your best to reach the deepest parts of her pussy, only letting your cock slip out halfway before you drive back into her body with enough force that the bed starts to buckle and creak beneath you.

You don't fuck her faster - not yet - you just maintain the steady rhythm of your hips crashing into her body again and again and again, drawing out a slew of words that you have never thought in your wildest dreams could possibly come out of Yuna's lips.

"Oh - Oh God! That's so fucking deep," Yuna cries out. "Just like that - ah - stretch me out just like that - fuck!"

Her words spur you, driving you mad with lust and need for more of her body. You shift yourself up, letting go of her body and posting your hands on either side of her shoulders into a half push-up, giving you the perfect angle and leverage to fuck your cock down and into her.

Her whole body is rocked each time your hips meet - delighting you with the bounce of her small, perfectly round breasts, shaking with each thrust of your cock into her, and with the up and down flickering of her stiff, glistening nipples, still wet and marked with your saliva.

You reach up with your hand, squeezing her breasts, teasing her stiff nipples, pinching and groping at her chest, wantonly having your way with Yuna's body.

"Fuck!" Yuna exclaims. "I've wanted this for so long. All those girls - those bitches - "

Yuna grabs your face with her hands, turning your face to hers and making sure you're looking in her eyes. She's the perfect contradiction of filth and purity, beautiful features twisted in serene pleasure, unmatched visuals voicing the lewdest thoughts.

"They were right to be jealous of me," Yuna declares. "Now fuck me faster - more - please!"

Your pace picks up - her pussy is wet enough, has covered your cock with enough of her juices that you can glide in and out of her with increasing ease. She settles into the rhythm of your fucking, encouraging you with her whimpers and moans and gasps, losing herself in the overwhelming sensations you're making her feel.

Yuna's movements beneath you grow wilder and unrestrained - she kisses into your neck, whispers sweet nothings into your ear, desperately roams your back with her hands. You've had your fair sure of partners before - partners who had wanted it rough, or who had wanted it hard or fast, or wanted nothing more than a quick orgasm - but with Yuna it's different. It's at once filthy and loving, a true feeling of someone matching you on both a primal and intimate level, of being joined with someone, of experiencing every single ounce of pleasure your bodies had to offer each other.

It’s like her pussy was made for you, moulded specifically around your cock, built to drive you wild with it’s impossible tightness, blazing heat, and unending wetness.

"God… Oh God," Yuna gasps in your ear, "oh God that feels so good! So God-damn good inside me!"

Her hands clasp behind your neck, snatching you up and pulling you down into her, burying her sweat-covered forehead into your neck and pressing her tight, heavenly body up against yours, desperately doing everything she can to have as much of you joined with her as possible.

"That - that feels so fucking good. I can - oh God - I can feel all of you. "

Your pace builds and builds, and your hands feel for her - feel the curves of her waist, the ridges of her stomach, the softness of her breasts - and you kiss and lick at her neck, her cheek, her lips - receiving her sighs and moans as you devour Yuna with your hands and your tongue.

"As fast as you want - you can - fuck - you can do whatever you want with me."

You do as she says, hooking your hands onto the back of her shoulders and thrusting up and into her without restraint. You do as you want, savouring her, leaving her no more room to adapt, only to experience, to quiver and tremble beneath you, to give herself over to you as you fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out and in and out of her incredibly tight, wet pussy.

Yuna flexes herself around you, tensing her muscles, squeezing around you as you penetrate her, making sure you feel the embrace of her slick walls around your cock as you fuck her with all the strength you have in your body.

"God - yes - fuck yes! I need - I want you so bad! I want your body - I want your cock." Yuna's words are no longer simple pleas, instead desperate demands, lustful desires that you're more than happy to fulfil. "I want your cum - I want to make you cum - I've wanted it for so damn long."

You can only muster grunts and groans in response, all your effort and mental focus devoted to the sole task of giving Yuna the fucking that she deserved.

"Why do you think I bought those toys? I fuck myself on that dildo thinking of you - but I should've known it doesn't even come close to the real - ah - fucking - ah - thing!"

It's her moans, mixed in with the slapping of skin to skin, and the sound of your cock bathing itself in the juices of her pussy that is enough to send you over the edge, to drive you to fuck her with every last bit of energy you have while you can still hold yourself back from your inevitable climax.

"I'm gonna -" Yuna tries to speak but can't even finish her own words before they're overtaken by her gasps and moans. You're no better - you can only acknowledge her attempt with a grunt, drunk on the feeling of her arms and legs coiling around you tighter, her warm, wet walls clenching and her whole body giving itself over to your cock.

She's so, so close - her back arches, her body possessed by her own pleasure, lifting itself up and pressing her nakedness against you. It's then that she lets go, doing away with the idea of holding on for any longer - letting her oncoming orgasm wash over her, letting it rock her being and overwhelming her with pleasure - her face twisting in pained bliss, her body turning hot, and her pussy gushing around you.

"So good," Yuna says, her breaths becoming moans becoming words, repeating over and over in a declaration of pleasure. "So good - so good - it's - SO- FUCKING - GOOD!"

Her heels dig into your back, forcing you into a harsh thrust deep into her quivering, shaking cunt, and sending a shock of pleasure throughout your body that becomes far too much for even you to handle. It's enough to push you to the brink, to pull you into joining her in bliss, and it's one excruciatingly delightful squeeze of her walls around you that forces your own orgasm forth, drawing the first thick stream of hot cum straight into the depths of her pussy.

She pulses and tightens around you as you throb and spasm within her, matching her orgasm for orgasm - your cum lining the walls of her pussy as her juices continue to flow freely around your waist - your two bodies intensifying and magnifying the pleasure taken from each other.

Through the haze of your own orgasm you manage to glimpse the beautiful visage of Yuna lost in the throes of her pure ecstasy - her eyes shut, lost in a world of her own satisfaction, and her mouth frozen open - a soft, warm exhale where an endless moan used to be.

The two of you remain as one for several more glorious seconds, your every burst of semen into her answered by the trembles of her body around you, filling her to the brim with cum and cock, until finally, every drop of your cum and every drop of her juices is entirely expended, pooling in the very place where your two bodies meet.

Your cock stays buried inside her warmth as the last vestiges of your respective orgasms fade away, leaving the two of you breathless, naked and vulnerable in each other's arms.

Eventually you roll to your side, with Yuna following after you, settling on top of you, draping a leg over your thighs and an arm over your chest. You hug her close, holding her as if she would float away if you let go.

You both need time to come down from the high of your fucking - Yuna herself remains silent against you, save for her heavy, laboured breaths, completely exhausted and overstimulated. She's never looked so small to you as she does now, nestled against your chest, so comfortable in your arms as if it’s where she was always meant to be.

She summons enough strength to lift her head, opening her wide, brown eyes to meet yours. Seeing her then - bathed in the lovely afterglow of sex, looking absolutely angelic - makes you wonder how you went so long without ever being with her in the first place.

You kiss her - the most natural thing to do, the only thing to do - and confirm that yes, the unreal beauty in your arms is real. The kiss is soft and sweet, her perfect lips lightly brushing against yours, her tongue gently caressing your own. You can feel her lips turn upwards into a smile as she kisses you, and you know it would be impossible to hold back your own stupid grin.

It's with a small giggle that she breaks your kiss, nuzzling her head against your chest while she looks down at the lasting evidence of your sex around your waists and on the bed below.

"God, you really made a mess of me, Romeo," Yuna murmurs dreamily into your chest.

'Mess' is the last word you would use to describe Yuna, but you still take your own peek at the very obvious stains on the bedsheets beneath you, as well as the spilled soju bottles now sprawled across the bedroom's carpet. The room is filled with the mixed aromas of soju and sex, and you know it’ll take more than an open window to rid the bedroom of the smell.

Yuna kisses your skin over where your heart is, tickling your chin with her hair as she does. Her kisses are soft and cute and loving, in the same way that Yuna is all those things and more, and she only stops when a thought suddenly occurs to her, and she lifts her head and look back up at you again.

"Oh," she says.

"What?"

"This isn't my bed."

"What?" You ask.

Yuna giggles once again, before answering, "Lia is going to be so mad when she sees this. Oh well! Future Yuna's problem. But we should probably at least attempt to clean up."

"It is getting late," you say.

"Stay," Yuna says, not giving you the chance to even dare suggest that you leave her side. "You’re staying with me tonight."

You kiss her on her forehead reassuringly, and even now you’re not putting up a fight against Yuna’s whims. Still, you glance in the direction of the bathroom, just outside the door. "Then how about a shower?"

"Together?" Yuna proposes, the implication so thick in her voice that you start to crumble all over again. "You wash my back, I'll wash yours?"

Yuna excitedly unravels herself from you, slipping out of your grasp and rising from the bed, standing before you in her full, glorious nakedness. You stare at her, mentally reminding yourself that yes, you did just have sex with the perfect, slim, tight idol before you, and that yes, that is your cum, thick and white and viscous, running down her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Yuna asks, her voice bringing you out of your reverie.

"Remembering this," you reply, and Yuna extends a hand to you, helping you up from the bed, and bringing you with her to the bathroom.

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"Argh! What the - " You exclaim as something hits you in the face, forcing you awake. You open your eyes just in time to catch Yuna drawing her foot back to kick you in the face.

"Come on, I thought you liked this sort of stuff?" She teases, stamping her foot onto your cheek, sending you rolling across the bed. "Hurry up and get out of my house, Romeo."

"Fuck, okay!" You say, but Yuna keeps poking you with her foot, to the point where you have to tumble out of the bed to escape her prods.

"I'll give you five minutes to get dressed and then we both have to be out of here," Yuna says, already leaving the room. "Unlike you, I have to work, and I definitely don't trust you enough to be alone in our dorm, so chop chop!"

You rub your bleary eyes, adjusting your vision to the sunlight seeping through the window and directly onto your face. You scan the room for your clothes - your shirt is crumpled in a corner, your pants are hanging from a bed post, and your socks are suspiciously missing and presumably lost forever in the mess that is Yuna's room.

If you were slightly more coherent, you would make a quip about how disorganised she is, but instead you just grumble and get to your feet and start picking up your clothes.

It's when you're putting on your pants that you spot Yuna leaning on the bedroom door frame, watching you with a small smile.

"Just enjoying the view," she giggles, making you suddenly aware of your own nakedness. "Nothing I haven't seen before, anyway."

"Yeah," you say, far too tired and a little too hungover to feel any sense of shame. Plus, she was right - she had seen more than enough of you last night. Yet that still didn't stop her ogling.

"Anyway, I don't have time to waste," Yuna says, more to herself than anything, before adding, "I'll message you when I'm done with my schedule today."

"Right."

"Make sure you pick someplace nice," she continues. "And wear something better than that. Maybe try a haircut too."

"Uh - what?"

"For our first date, dummy."

"Our first - " you start. "You're not allowed to date."

"I never said that," she says. "I may have let you believe it, but I never said it."

"Then why - "

"Because I like you, idiot."

You have no idea what to say to that - have no idea what to even think. Of course you like her - but... But what?

Yuna doesn't give you any time to sort out your thoughts or your feelings, and steps across the room towards you. You can't help the thumping of your heart, nor the lump in your throat, or your shortness of breath, you can only stand still as your friend - the girl you've loved longer than you have even been aware of yourself - approaches you.

It could just be a trick of the light, but you swear she’s never looked so good, and you feel like you're truly seeing her for the first time. Were her eyes always so bright? Did her smile always make your heart race? Was she always so beautiful?

Yuna theatrically sweeps her long, dark hair over her shoulder, tilting her head slightly, and asks - "how do I look?"

You blink, and try to think of something to say that isn't totally stupid. "Uh - "

"That good, huh?" Yuna smirks, leaning even closer to you. She even smells incredible.

Yuna places her right hand on your cheek, while snaking her left her hand onto your waist. She stands on the tips of her toes, leaning forward to press her lips against yours, giving you what feels like will be the first of many of these kinds of kisses.

She holds her lips against yours for a precious few seconds, enough for you to wrap your arms around her back and keep her with you for just that little bit longer.

Reluctantly, you let the kiss reach its natural end, and Yuna falls back on the heels of her feet.

She starts to separate from you, letting herself out of your grasp, but it’s then when you both simultaneously become aware of your cock, having itself just woken up from its slumber.

“Ah, that’s -” you say, floundering to find an innocent explanation for your morning wood.

Yuna stops you, and a smile grows on her face, spreading into a dangerous, lustful grin. "I guess I could be talked into being late today, Romeo."

[epictacobird]

Saw another ball shaving ad, so anyone who saw this knows why this is here

Anyway here’s your sub!Azul x Dom!MC thing ya filthy animals (affectionate)

Obviously, NSFW below. I don’t use gendered pronouns for MC, only “you”. Have fun ;)

I haven’t written smut in so long let’s see how this goes

Contains: edging, overstim, handjob, bit of a ruined orgasm, MC is a bit of a sadist lol, 100% porn w/o plot

Maybe a lil ooc? It’s probably fine

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“Azul, you’ll cum too quickly if you stay so tense.” You warn as your finger draws a delicate line up his weeping dick.

He opened and closed his mouth in a poor attempt to respond, but Azul could only muster a weak groan. He leaned back into your chest and rested his head on your shoulders. You could feel him relax as you whispered sweet nothings to him.

“Good boy… just like that alright? Now let’s see how much longer you can last.” A devious smile graced your lips as you heard his breath hitch. Azul bit his lip, much harder than he intended, in an attempt to stifle a moan.

He just couldn’t admit that every touch made him insane. So as you wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it as you rested your head on his shoulder he couldn’t stay quiet. A slew of curses and breathy moans left his lips, all while you hummed in content.

“Please…I need to cum-“ Azul whimpered, his mind hazy from the pleasure- and truthfully, a part of him wanted you to say no. He loved relinquishing control to you, it felt so freeing. He wanted, even needed, to be your toy.

You kissed his neck gingerly while he squirmed under your touch. His pretty, curved cock was slick with precum. Your hands equally so, and as you pumped it again you could feel his cock twitch.

“How about a deal?” You teased, “We count down from 10, and when I say 1 you can cum.”

“And if I…” Azul stuttered out, “If I cum before then?”

You gave a warm smile, “Well, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk properly for a week.”

Azul bit his lip, he already felt so close. His only hope was that you would count fast- but even then…

“Ok.” He shuddered, “Ok ok, it’s a deal. Just please-“ His voice went uncharacteristically high pitched as your hands worked his dick. Azul threw his head back, biting his tongue as he moaned.

“10.”

“Say it with me,” You paused as Azul let out a desperate, “Ok”

“10.” Azul tried everything to calm down. His body felt so heavy against yours, with his back resting against your chest. No, he couldn’t think about your chest now.

“9.”

“9.” Azul repeated shakily, your hand seemed to go faster. And he couldn’t neglect how you kissed his jaw so softly. He felt himself melt, and at the same time tense with your movements.

“8…Azul.” You spoke low, “You’re- actually I don’t think I’ll help you this time. It’s a challenge after all.” You laughed.

Azul frowned, “That’s not fair.” His breath hitched as you squeezed his dick lightly.

“It’s not?” You hummed, “I think it’s perfectly acceptable.”

Azul opened his mouth to respond, but he quickly shut up as you went faster. He resisted to scream as pleasure overtook him. “No-no it is! I’ll be..I’ll be good alright?”

You slowed down as you heard him whimper, and as a quick reply you said, “I’m glad you agree. Now, 7.”

“7…”

“6.”

Before he could reply he moaned loudly. You were picking up the pace again, the deliberate and long strokes became faster. Azul knew he was going to lose when he replied shakily, “6.”

“5…”

Azul’s breath became more erratic, at this point his body was so tense it was a miracle he could move at all. He could barely respond through his moans.

“4…”

And as you moved your hand hard down his cock you felt Azul shudder followed with a suppressed whimper. You didn’t let him ride out his orgasm, instead choosing to cruelly hump your hand for pleasure. He apologized over and over in a whispered prayer. He clasped a hand over his mouth, but it truly did nothing to hide his moans.

“I told you earlier to not stay so tense.”

Azul wanted to give some sort of snarky reply but he couldn’t find the words. Instead he chose to whimper pathetically over heavy breaths. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or nervous to find out his punishment. Maybe it was both.

You looked at the cum covering your hand and smiled. “Azul,” You spoke in a singsong tone, “Looks like you couldn’t fulfill your end of the deal…”

Azul looked over his shoulder with half lidded eyes. He couldn’t read your expression well in his haze.

“Now,” You began to pump your hand faster, “I’m going to milk you dry since you want to cum so bad.”

Azul squirmed, his mouth letting out lewd sounds. He saw stars, and as you picked up the pace he gripped the sheets with such intensity you became sure they’d rip.

He began to moan out your name, repeating it over and over as if it would convince you to slow down. “Fuck- MC please-“ He threw his head back again, his back pressing so hard against you it was a battle not to fall over.

You rested your other hand on his stomach, gently running circles around the soft skin. “Relax, Azul.” You cooed, bringing your hands up to rest on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your fingertips and you found another smile reach your lips.

Azul took in shaky breaths, relaxing for a moment until you picked up the pace once again. For a moment you thought that everyone on the dorm could hear, although you didn’t think Azul could care at this point.

“Please, please.” Azul whined, his body felt weak and you could tell how close he was.

“Cum whenever you want alright?” You grinned as you continued to work your hand on his dick. As it twitched in your hand you brought your other hand to his nipples. His breath hitched as he let out a small warning.

A high pitched moan escaped his lips as he shuddered. Despite his weak protests you continued at the same pace. Playing with his soft chest simultaneously. It didn’t take long for him to cum again, he cried out your name while he painted your hand white. And when you refused to let up your pace you could see the tears prick his eyes from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure.

Azul didn’t know whether to ask you to slow down or speed up. His body and mind felt so confused, he saw stars and his body screamed for a break; but he loved being at your mercy. The feeling of your hand working his cock was addicting, and it didn’t take long for him to reach another climax.

“MC, MC, please-I” For once, Azul truly couldn’t bring together a coherent sentence. He moaned breathlessly, straining under your hands as he tensed up again.

“Please, what? Azul, are you really in a position to bargain right now?” You laughed quietly, “Unless you want more? You know I have a few toys you might like…”

Azul shook his head, unsure if he could really take anything more of what you had in mind for him. You just hummed in response, focusing once again on his dick.

“Fuck- please, more, MC-“ Azul begged, hopelessly thrusting his hips into your hand. “I’m so close…!”

You smiled, you had to remind yourself that this was supposed to be a punishment. But watching him become putty in your hands in an attempt to cum wasn’t something you could overlook. You simply made a small note for later in the night.

Azul bit his lip, thrusting in your hand for any sort of pleasure. He was a bit too relieved when you began to match his pace. He moaned loudly, legs feeling weak as he felt himself cum again into your hand. He shuddered, his breathing and heartbeat slowing from his previous high. He threw his head back and rested it on your shoulder.

“You look so pretty all exhausted like this.” You hummed, “But you didn’t think I was done, right Azul?”

You were truly going to be the death of him tonight.

[bowiebond]

I entirely believe Jonathan has anger issues like Billy; but he’s a bottler. It’s what happens to a lot of teens who become parentified (unfortunately most poor kids with single parents get parentified/become a stand in for a spouse, and Jonathan definitely has had to take on that role so Will can grow up like he has two parents even if he only has one).

Where Billy lashed out because he got sacked with Max who wasn’t related to him/hadn’t been around long - Jonathan has always had Will. Probably always looked out for him, especially during Lonnie’s abuse. I’m sure when Jonathan lived with Lonnie he did pick fights to steer him away from Joyce or Will. Jonathan has all the indicators of being the protector, of knowing when to shut up and shut down, and when to fight. He knows how to. Likely got taught by his dad during the ‘good times’ when Lonnie was just being ‘dad’ and not ‘asshole’.

From the framing of the show, we can estimate that they got away from Lonnie a year or two before the show began. Seeing as Jonathan shows Will the song ‘should I stay or should I go’ when he was about 11. Jonathan would have been about 14/15 when they got out seeing as the brothers have a 3-4 year difference like Max and Billy. (If my math is wrong I apologise).

Jonathan was lucky. He had a support system, lived with Will his whole life and already knew he had to protect him above all else. When Will goes missing and ‘dies’, both Jonathan and Joyce act like they’ve lost a child. Their son almost. Jonathan blames himself like most parents do for ‘not being home on time’ the night he disappeared, and Joyce goes on about him still being alive, in the walls, and the bottle bursts for Jonathan on the street where people watch him scream at his mother. He cries himself to sleep because of the guilt and mourning, the pressure of Wills funeral on him because his mother is going ‘crazy’.

Jonathan only allows himself to lash out when people target his family (not even really Nancy, as much as they tried to push that in the police station scene 🙄). Steve calls him a queer, a perv, a freak, breaks his camera, shoved him around, and he’s obvious angry but he doesn’t lash out. He chooses to walk away and you can see him slowly drawing in and up, containing himself, and it isn’t until Steve digs at his dead brother that he punches him.

If he just wanted to win that fight, he probably could have instead of practically wrestling with Steve. He’s not happy about the fight, he looks downright miserable, like he wants to cry, and he’s not really hitting Steve because he insulted him. He’s hitting Steve because he insulted his family. The brother that’s possibly dead, that is still missing, his mother who’s going insane and leaving everything to him, even prodding at how he was a ‘screw up’ like Lonnie.

In this moment, Jonathan is very much like Billy. Billy taunts and picks fights, but he doesn’t like them. He’s easing the lid on his own bottle, his own anger, and it eases the anger sure but then you just feel shitty, your hands hurt, your face hurts, you get backed into corners and panic, you lash out because you’re angry and you’re scared if you don’t stop fighting, your opponent will win. Your abuser will win. You’ll fear being seen as weak.

Jonathan’s lucky. He did get out. Steve provoked their fight, and he got his brother back, so it was okay. He got to focus on being a protector instead of on surviving. Billy had to focus on surviving and protecting the kid that’s been thrown into his lap.

Jonathan and Billy are very alike. Jonathan was just forced to grow a longer fuse and already had a heavy attachment to Will. Billy’s fuse is as short as the chain around his neck that Neil holds.

Maybe once, Jonathan was like Billy in some ways outside of the house. The ‘freak’ loner kid who punched other kids for calling him a pussy because his father already did at home. Because it made him manly even if he cried alone right after. Would explain why he had no friends, why people avoided him, why he didn’t seem to want friends until someone (Nancy) needed him to help them. Because he was a quiet kid with a fuse ready to blow at any second if someone said the wrong thing about him or Will. Maybe he got labelled a queer too because he brawled with the older kids who made fun of Will for being one too.

Who knows? We don’t know a lot about Jonathan pre-series outside of implications. The show relies on a lot of those when it comes to their abuse victims…

[rcksmith]

Mine — Kaz Brekker

(photo not mine)

Requests: “9 from the fluff prompts with Kaz brekker please? It could be where they're keeping it a secret and it slips out? Thanks”

“Could you possibly do a kaz brekker and reader imagine where they are both like in their mid twenties. Number 9 from the fluff prompts “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" "No, that girl is my wife”, I could just imagine him with the smuggest grin saying it. Your a very good writer and thank you if you decide to write this.”

“Could I get a kaz brekker x reader secret relationship with fluff prompts 5, 7, 12, and 14 please?”

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

7. “I feel like i cant breathe when i’m around you.”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

12. “I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!”

14. “I don’t like to pretend we’re not together.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mention of fights, mention of post-traumatic stress, fluff too.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: Thank you💖 I hope you guys like. I changed some details a little, hope you don't mind

Normal Rules. Smut Rules.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you❤️

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Fissure. That's what mercenaries, thieves, assassins and his enemies were looking for. A fissure to drive Kaz Brekker to ruin. Burn his empire, wood for wood, until there is nothing left but funeral ashes swept away by the winter wind. Even the most infinitesimal fissure would ensure that his enemies infiltrate, like hungry parasites, into the heart of the dungeon of his deepest secrets. Swallowing, absorbing, any hint of what could do the infamous the Bastard of the Barrel down to his own knees.

And Kaz Brekker feared that if they looked into the most secluded corner of his dungeons, where it was reserved to hide the greatest truths of his soul, they would find the one only thing to beg on his knees for would be something he would do without hesitation.

You.

You were like the last summer solstice in a world ruled by darkness, cold and empty. Which he kept in a chest locked with seven chains.

If he had to describe you with the five senses, Brekker would remind that, when he was in the bitter cold of the ocean, clutching the stiffness of dead and putrefying flesh like a lifeboat, a ray of sunshine, warm as the summer, it opened up through the thunderclouds and came down to his face, warming that spot of skin like a kiss from the sun.

And it would be with that memory that he would describe you.

Kaz Brekker shouldn't have fallen in love with you. He was the person who most understood the disastrous consequences if he let himself get carried away by the way his heart sped up whenever he saw you. If he allowed herself to taste the way all of your heat radiated into his body and made him feel alive. But he fell in love.

Everything was all too much. The feeling of life every time you said his name, like a devotion, something religious, lyrical. The sweetness in your eyes, the warm voice. Everything had been too much.

And what should he do? Tell you he missed you every time you went on a mission? Saying that he were jealous and envy of Jesper because the man managed to make you laugh with a silly joke and hug you tight, something Kaz still hadn't been able to do? Tell you it was almost religious the way he venerated your smile? Of course not. Because all these things would have been sensible, and Kaz couldn't do anything sensible around you.

Because when he saw life offering him, with such joy, the one thing that had been denied him all his life, and that he swore never to crave, his first impulse was anger. Stupid, irrational anger.

So, for the first few moments, his entire reaction to you had been cold, distant, almost avoidant. Because the way his whole body shook in hot spasms when, in that summery tone, you called his name, it was too much for Kaz to handle.

“Kaz!” You call, one night.

He heard your voice from across the crow club, and had to close his eyes tightly at the way his heart leapt in his chest.

"Hey, hey." You appeared beside him, your cheeks chased away by coral red, the happy smile and the sparkle in your eyes as someone who have the path to true happiness. "Jessy said you were wanting to find a new way to invade that bank."

Oh perfect. In the same way his body exalted when he heard the sound of your name and your lips, hearing you call Jesper by that infernal nickname had a much more destabilizing effect. And fierce.

Kaz raised an eyebrow at you, in a nonchalant gesture but inviting you to keep talking.

“I happen to know of an underground path.” For an instant, the pride in your smile made Kaz want to smile too. “You and I can put together a map today and we'll be right tomorrow to go.”

That was one of the times Kaz should have made some dry, disinterested, trivial comment, something that made you not want to spend time with him, something that made you turn around and walk away. He should have turned around and left. He had done this over a thousand times with other people and knew it to be one of the best outings.

Still, the acid comment didn't come and he couldn't turn his back on you.

So, like the idiot he became whenever it came to you, Kaz couldn't help but spend an hour in your company. Even if it resulted in him lying in bed at the end of the day, alone and feeling the guilt gnawing at him more and more.

So, before he even knew it, Kaz was already in his office with you, listening to you chatter about things he knew he should have been paying attention to. But the way the crackling of the fire flames in the fireplace flashed across your face was a distraction of unimaginable proportions.

“Jessy and I…”

“You want to stop.” He found himself saying before he even realized it. “That nickname is already exasperating me.”

“Why? Jealousy?” You joked, oblivious to the truth.

Kaz looked at you like your comment was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. He wanted to screaming: ‘I’m not jealous! Its just...you’re mine!.’ But he didn't. Instead, the words that came out were:

“No. It's childish and immature, and it doesn't fit with...”

"What if I call you ‘Darling’?” You rested your chin on both palms of your hand, your elbows resting on his desk in his office.

Kaz's heart skipped a beat.

“That way you won't be jealous of Jessy's nickname and…”

“It's not jealousy!” He countered, and too late realized that he didn't disagree in the first instance about the nickname, but about the green color that emanated from his body.

And you didn't let that go either.

Your eyes took on a caustic gleam that you quickly hid, turning to the map on the table and going back to drawing the paths. “Okay, Darling.”

After that night, Kaz's self-control began to crumble.

He gave you death glares whenever you called him that nickname, but he never dared contradict or scold you. Much less deny it. The truth was, the core of his soul wanted this. He wanted every part of your caress warm as summer. He wanted to appreciate how perfect you looked when you called him that way. As if that nickname was born just to be used between you.

Something unique.

Over time, his body's physical reactions began to be stronger, coercive and overwhelming. Kaz felt dry, burning, and you soothed and inflamed him at the same time. You were the breath of peace, and also a glass of hot brandy.

And everything that he once felt dead, frozen or putrefying, slowly began to blossom, reborn and shine.

"Darling." You said, going behind the chair Kaz was sitting in, submerged in the Krisha security system sheets in front of he. “You've been there for hours.”

He ignored you, though his body was all too aware of yours behind him, the way your breath hit the top of his ear, how your heat hit his back like a high summer breeze. Kaz swallowed hard, ordering his eyes to stay on the pages.

“What are you reading?”

Your voice rang out from the top of his head, and Kaz felt his heart race into a cardiac arrhythmia the second your hands went to the back of the chair and your face tilted, chin hovering millimeters from his shoulder, your nose almost brushing his cheek.

Fucking Saints! You were hot! It was as if you had sun bathed, swam in the flames of fire, and been born into the summer.

Kaz lost his breath. His sanity. His soul.

“Do not do this.” His voice was no more than a whisper.

You looked at him, the furs not touching but breath hitting each other's cheeks. Kaz followed your gaze, and suddenly the world subtly turned hot. Pulsing and muffled.

“What?” You whispered, your heart so fast.

This was the time for Kaz to use the touche in a very valid argument. To make you move away as fast as you approached. To nip in the bud any path this interaction between you could take. He should have said about the touch. But he didn't remember. Kaz didn't remember his limitation, his traumas, his demons.

In that second, of insanity and magic, you couldn't do that just because…

"I feel like I cant breathe when I'm around you." He said.

After that day, Kaz realized that life no longer made sense without having you by his side to share it. Money didn't have the same value anymore if you weren't there, the robberies didn't make sense anymore if he couldn't tell you how it was at the end of the day, or have you by his side to fight.

Very quickly, Kaz Brekker realized that he had lost the battle against his own feelings. Loving you was inevitable. And having you close to him was made as essential as breathing. That's when things between the two of you developed faster, more solid, more right. The weeks turned to months, the months to years, and your relationship fortified as gloriously as the hilt of a sword.

Kaz still had very difficult moments with touching, days when a single brush of fur was unbearable and the mention of a kiss was impossible. But you stayed there. Firm and unshakable. Giving your summer smiles,your warm winks, and his nickname that had the power to soothe every nerve in Kaz's body.

However, the more Kaz understand that he was need you to he still live, the deeper he hid any trace of public affection for you. Any clue that could sparked the theory in someone that you were the reason, for Brekker, for the sun rose every morning. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Never.

Kaz Brekker became very aware that his soul was harnessed to yours. And there was nothing in the world that would take you away from he. Not while he lived, and even seven feet from land, Kaz would still find a way to fight for you.

It was a logical decision when he said you two should get married. Kaz was still trying to maintain his serene posture as his soul burned in a fire too eager and excited to make official anything that said you were his. That he had finally managed to have that ray of sunshine in the midst of the atrocious ocean. You, unlike him, exhaled your happiness in excited squeals, little jumps of joy and a passionate, quick kiss on the man in front of you.

And Kaz understood, as perfectly as the sky are blue, that he would do anything, for the rest of his life, to be worthy of that overwhelming happiness that sparkled in yours smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said, feeling himself smile because your happiness for the wedding was exorbitant.

And you, like the little tease you were who loved to make him piss off, smiled even more and hugged him. He love you. Unconditionally.

But, just like the ocean waves, Kaz and you have had your ups and downs. He wasn't a man who had a lot of patience, and you weren't the most obedient, calm woman in the world. You found him exasperating and he found you as stubborn as a door.

"I already said you can't do that!" And there he was, once again, lecturing you because you showed too much affection, in his mind, for him in a public situation.

And, as Kaz fucking Brekker liked to point out, ‘all walls have eyes and ears’.

"We've been together for six years, Kaz!" You tried to keep your blood calm, but you weren't a person to put up with sermons. “Is this going to be our life? Living as if we have the same connection as a boss and an employee?!”

“And what do you want, Y/n?!” He placed both hands on his office desk, looking at you from the other side “Want us to have a party and tell everyone?! Or do you prefer to hang a red target on your chest?!”

"I did not say that!" You were starting to get really angry. “I'm not asking for a billboard saying we're married and you know it! The only thing I'm saying is that you let me choose to sit next to you, take your hand, or tell you I love you when any of us go off on a dangerous mission!"

Kaz shook his head, impassable, his gaze flashing with anger. How did you not realize he was trying to save you?! Save everything you two built, your lives! And all this for what? Walking hand in hand on the street? It was ridiculous!

“This is indisputable!”

“Kaz…”

“I said no!” He slapped his hands on the table.

A less brave woman would have cringed. But not you.

“I don’t like to pretend we’re not together!”

“And I don't like a fucking girl who complains all the fucking time about something I do to save her! But it feels like I've been put up with it for six years, doesn't it?!”

The words hit you like a slap. Crackling, burning and electrifying. You felt yourself holding your breath and your shoulders instinctively tightening back. The room was silent. Loaded with tension, as if lightning had just hit the ground.

You looked at Kaz in amazement. And he pursed his lips when he realized what he'd said.

“Put up with? And you call me ‘fucking girl’ ?” You repeated, your voice low, serious and in a mixture of hurt and outrage. “Good to know.”

You turned your back, walking out of the office and slamming the door behind you hard, making the thud reverberate through the corridors of Kaz's soul.

"Y/n!" He called you, striding to the door "Y/n!"

But when Kaz pulled the doorknob and took a few steps down the hall, it wasn't you he bumped into. It was Nina, trying to hide, in a very terrible way, her curious and shocked expression. In female hands she carried a small stack of documents, probably something important that Kaz needed to check.

He had to check that out. But his eyes, restless and quick, wandered the great hall of the crow club below, watching your figure pass between the bodies, advancing towards the exit.

"Sooo…" Nina started, even though the attention wasn't on her. "Couple fights, right?"

But Kaz didn't think before nodding, trying to get past Nina to catch up with you. But of course the girl wasn't going to let Brekker get away with it that quickly. She was betting with Inej how long you two would pretend to have nothing. And now she was going to get the truth!

"So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?" The smile of shock and excitement was wide open on her face.

Kaz muttered a curse, gently pushing the girl aside and moving towards the stairs, aiming to catch up with you. But not before answering:

"No, that girl is my wife!"

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I’ve been drawing these the past few days, so have a sketch dump of Layton characters, though it’s basically just all Des

(If you want context and headcanons, look under the cut!)

The one with the round glasses is just what I imagine Sycamore was like during university, a nervous and clumsy student who’s always tripping over himself and can’t navigate a conversation to save his life. Don’t be fooled though, this is (for the most part at least) all an act, he’s probably one of the most competent people there. Not that many people know this, only ones who cross him. He was probably voted “[University]’s Pathetic Little Meow Meow” (maybe Gressenheller? I haven’t decided yet)

Next I decided to draw Rachel and Leon. I very much like the idea of Rachel being taller than her husband, and just wanted to draw that

Then we have Des with Angela, currently under the name Simon Foster. I’ve heard the theory about Desmond actually being Angela’s brother who supposedly died in the Akbadain ruins, and I very much like it. Here he’s supposed to be teaching her how to change your voice for disguise purposes; he taught her what she knows, she took to it very eagerly

Then I drew that picture of Descole having a breakdown. Personally, I imagine at some point this man’s going to have a breakdown about his identity after the events of Azran Legacy, since Sycamore’s been dead for years and Descole no longer has a reason to exist with Targent gone. In my head, after someone asking him this question, he sort of slowly spirals to insanity, chuckling and then laughing as tears roll down his face and he falls to his knees, and it devolves into a mixture of laughter and crying as he literally doesn’t know. I wasn’t sure how to convey that with a still picture, and I don’t know how to animate, so this was the best I could do

Next we have a picture of Hershel Bronev with a young Dimitri. I saw like, one picture where they were both kids and friends, and I just really liked that idea, so my headcanon is that the two were childhood friends. Dimitri was that sickly kid who would usually just stay inside, and he didn’t really have friends, until one day another kid went up to him and asked him if he wanted to go look at rocks with him or something (I dunno the exact scenario, but basically Hershel just approached him one day and dragged him somewhere to look at things) and afterwards they found that they both liked weird things and were both sort of outcasts, and they just sort of became friends. Here Hershel is probably dragging Dimitri home so that they can look at his things while talking about puzzles and archaeology, while Dimitri just follows, a bit shocked that this kid’s being so friendly with him. One day however, Hershel just suddenly disappeared, along with the rest of his family. Dimitri never found out what happened. He later assumes that they must have moved away, but something about that always seemed off to him, as it was the middle of the school year, and Hershel had never mentioned anything about moving soon, nor the rest of his family. But as I said, he never got the answer. He probably mentioned to Clive one day while pretending to be evil Layton how it was funny, he used to be friends with a kid named Hershel. Or he mentioned it to Claire

Okay, maybe having Des connected to two characters is a bit much, one or the other on their own would have been fine, but I like both headcanons, so

Hershel’s arm looks weird, I didn’t know how to draw it. I was trying to draw him holding Dimitri’s hand while leading him somewhere, but I couldn’t find a reference for what I wanted. Also I originally had him facing Dimitri, but I flipped it, but without moving the arm, so it just looks off

Whether you want to see this as Desmiti or not, that’s completely up to you, I’m still not sure where I stand on the ship. The blush I gave Dimitri was just supposed to be because he’s young, as most child characters in Layton have blush, but if you see it for shipping, go right ahead

So yeah I think that’s it

[yesimwriting]

All The Good Dreams

A/n this one is based on a request from @ateliefloresdaprimavera who requested a fic where General Kirigan has been dreaming of the reader for as long as he can remember and that’s one of his few reasons to smile and the reader has been having the same kinds of dreams about him and when they meet they just know. 

This one is being written in third person bc it’s the only way I can see this fic being done but I’m a little insecure about writing in third person so be gentle lol

Also a little personal update I’ve been working on my original novel and it’s coming together y’all!!

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ALEKSANDER. 

The morning sunlight seems to only come to take her from him, peaking through the curtains and stirring him awake and away from his dreams. Aleksander keeps his eyes closed for a moment longer, trying to will her features to remain in his mind. She had looked more angelic in last night’s dream, dressed in all white and watching him with an adoration he doubted real life could duplicate. 

The girl has haunted his dreams like a ghost of promise since before he began to change the world. Since before anything in his life was solidified. He lets out a sigh, something similar to a smile playing at his lips. Thinking of her would not bring her to him, if he could manifest her, she’d be by his side right now. He has things to do, duties and obligations that will bring his final goal closer. Each day is a step closer to victory, and each night brings the promise of dreams. The promise of her. 

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Y/N.

“Y/n.” The voice is gentle and distant. “Y/n,” a little harsher. “Wake up, you’ll be late.” 

Fighting against grogginess, y/n wakes up, eyes squinting open. “What time is it, Danna?” 

“Late.” Danna’s reply is curt as she steps away from y/n’s cot. “I thought you were awake already and then I came in to look for my boots and you were still asleep with that ridiculously peaceful look.” Danna paces around the room. “You must have been dreaming of your prince again?” 

Y/n feels her skin warm. “He’s not a prince!” It’s a weak defense. “I regret telling you that almost every time I dream I see the same man.” 

Danna drops down, grabbing her worn boots and pulling them on quickly. “You’re making me believe in soulmates, l/n.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes, sitting up and placing her feet on the ground at her own leisure. “It’s nothing like that--I’m not even sure he exists.” 

Lacing her shoes, Danna narrows her eyes at y/n. “Sure.” Y/n opens her mouth to protest, but Danna beats her to it, “If you need to argue with me, do it while getting dressed, we can’t be late today--General Kirigan’s visiting this camp for the first time and I doubt he’d appreciate being interrupted by a non-Grisha medic.” 

At that, y/n wrinkles her nose, but she stands anyway. “Ugh...Grisha.” She walks towards her uniform. “They can get away with anything and I hear Kirigan’s the worst of all of them because he’s in the same order as the Black Heretic that began all of this.” Y/n pauses, crossing her arms. “And it’s ridiculous that the army even needs non-Grisha medics. Healers exist and they should not be primarily reserved for other Grisha who rarely get injured, especially to the extent that the rest of us do.” 

“I know, y/n, but don’t speak like that until the General is gone.” Danna draws her lips into a thin line. “And hurry up before you get us both in trouble.” 

Y/n lets out a sigh. “Go ahead without me, I’ll catch up.”

Danna eyes her friend wearily. “Alright, worse comes to worse I’ll try to cover for you.” 

“You won’t need to.” Y/n isn’t sure she believes herself. “I’ll be there.” 

Danna pulls on her second boot, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t really believe you.” She stands easily. “But knowing you, you’ll talk yourself out of any trouble the way you always do.” 

“I do not always talk myself out of trouble.” 

Turning to leave, Danna pauses, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.” 

Y/n rolls her eyes. If she had more time to argue with Danna she would take it. But she doesn’t. She’s quick to get dressed, thoughts of the mysterious stranger from her dreams keeping her company. Last night he seemed more tired than normal, a crease between his dark eyebrows as he sat by her side. A part of her she keeps buried worries about him. It’s ridiculous, to concern yourself over a figment of comfort your mind created for you. 

By the time y/n’s changed, she knows she doesn’t have much time to get to her station. She’s rushing out of her tent, one boot still untied. The medic bag she slings over her shoulder swings as she jogs towards the medical tent. Today the camp is hectic, everyone desiring to appear efficient and reliable for General Kirigan. It’s all ridiculous to Y/n. General Kirigan will never be impressed by them. If he’s revered even among Grisha, Y/n can’t imagine the superiority complex that man must possess.

Her eyes scan the soldiers and workers she knows so well, each of them behaving so differently than normal. There is no friendly chatter this morning, no casual banter. There is only the business of war. 

Y/n watches the people she knows, so focused on their nerves that she barely registers the person she crashes into. “Sorry!” The apology leaves Y/n on instinct.  Her bag falls off her shoulder, gauze and antiseptic falling onto the ground on impact. Y/n bends down instantly, beginning to pick up her supplies. She mentally curses herself for being so easily distracted and not properly shutting her bag this morning. “Everything’s so hectic today and I was running late and I just--I have no idea how I didn’t see you.” She drops her supplies back into her bag. “I guess it’s a good thing they keep me off the battlefield and in the medical tents.” 

Reaching for the last of her supplies, Y/n’s eyes land on the shoes of the person she just crashed into. They’re leather. The fine kind of leather meant for marble halls, not trekking through the unknown. Y/n’s mouth goes dry as the possibility of the graveness of her mistake sets in her mind. She exhales slowly, daring to look upwards as she closes her bag. 

When her eyes meet those of the stranger, she is left with no choice but to gape. She’s not staring because she’s now at the mercy of General Kirigan. She’s not staring because nothing could have prepared her for his beauty. She’s staring because she knows that face. She knows those sharp features and steady eyes.

His lips are slightly parted. Y/n is struck with the odd thought that perhaps he too has words wedged into his throat. 

“It’s you.” The whisper leaves her faintly. 

The words seem to unfreeze Kirigan, his expression moving from shocked to stoic. “Excuse me?” 

Awkward regret floods through Y/n. She drops her head downwards, desperate to escape the power of his gaze. “General Kirigan.” She uses her words as a way to dismiss the emotions her chest seems to be brimming with as she stands. He’s not the man from her dreams. That’s impossible. “I apologize for my inappropriate behavior an--” 

“No, no,” he shakes his head once. Y/n bites her tongue at his dismissal. “You said ‘it’s you.’”

Embarrassment knots her stomach. “I just hadn’t realized that I ran into you, General. I--I knew you were coming today, but I wasn’t expecting to see you much less like this.” 

Kirigan’s eyes seem to be nothing more than inviting pools of kindling emotion. So familiar yet so distinct. He can’t be the man from her dreams. The man from her dreams must be nothing more than a composition of traits she finds generally attractive. General Kirigan just happens to possess those features. That explanation is the only thing that keeps Y/n’s feet rooted to the ground, but the longer she looks at him the more that explanation loses its strength. There’s just something so knowing behind his expression, so specific to the face that she’s only seen while asleep. 

Tearing his gaze away to scan the area, Kirigan reaches forward, placing a hand on Y/n’s arm. The touch leaves Y/n warmer than it should. Maybe that’s why she lets him lead her forward, ducking into an empty medical tent. She keeps hold of her bag as he turns, his eyes full of something dark and unknown. But not angry, Y/n notes, no, not angry. The look is too peaceful for rage, perhaps even hopeful. 

“When you looked at me…” He exhales, voice low and sacred, “You said ‘it’s you’.” Y/n can only blink, still mesmerized by something so foreign and familiar all at once. “Do you know me?” 

In his urgency, Kirigan’s hold on Y/n’s arm becomes more assured. Something in Y/n wants to pry herself free in order to prove to herself that she’s capable of resisting his drawl. But his touch is not to trap her, the look in his eyes tells her that. His touch is pleading--desperate and hopeful. 

“Everyone knows you,” when Y/n finally finds her voice, she is not convinced it is her own. 

The corners of Kirigan’s mouth fall downwards, something in him threatening to deflate. “I meant--have you seen me before?” The question is not one Y/n is too willing to answer. How could she tell this strange man, this general she was convinced she’d dislike on some fundamental level while never speaking to him, that she knows him? She knows him like she knows her own beginning. “Because I’ve seen you.” 

Y/n can’t help the way her eyes widen. This doesn’t mean anything, she warns herself, he could have seen her walking. “I didn’t see you, that--that’s why I ran into you--” 

“No, you’re avoiding the question.” Her face is warmer than it was when Danna was teasing her this morning. It’s warmer than it’s ever been. “Because you’ve experienced it as well.” 

The swelling in her chest is overwhelming. “Experienced what?” 

Kirigan eyes the entrance to the tent once more, confirming that no one is approaching. “All of the good dreams,” he exhales, “They have been of you.” 

Y/n can’t help the way everything in her melts. She’s not insane. She’s not projecting something dangerous onto the Shadow Summoner. “I see you in my dreams always.” 

Slowly, he releases his grip on her arm. Watching her like she might be a mirage, Kirigan raises his hand, brushing his knuckles along Y/n’s cheek. She lets him, holding her breath until his hand falls back to his side. A part of Kirigan expected the girl to be a trick of the light, something that his touch would reveal to be a fallacy. But she remains true, watching him with eyes the size of saucers. 

“How long I’ve been waiting for you, you’ll never know.” His voice is as heavy as a lament. 

Y/n feels her back straighten slightly on instinct, desperate to pass whatever scrutiny is being passed over her. “How--how does this happen? How do two strangers dream of each other for so long and...” 

Something knowing colors his smile a shade of ambitious green. “What is your name?” 

“Y/n.” 

Kirigan’s minds flit through lifetimes worth of faint memories. The girl laughing, the girl teary eyed, the girl embodying all the stars he’ll never have, the girl representing all he needs. Y/n. There’s finally a name to her. 

“Y/n,” the name is a gift. Kirigan pulls a ring from his fingers before grabbing Y/n’s arm. Too lost in a strange euphoria, she lets him pull her arm forward before pressing his ring into her skin. Her brow furrows as he begins to guide the metal down her skin. That slight confusion quickly turns to total shock as a thread of light begins to spindle down her skin, following the path he’s creating with the ring. “You and I are going to change the world.” 

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