#I've steadily been working through it and oh boy

[myblacknightworld]

"I should stop watching movies that make me cry," I say crying as I start yet another movie that will undoubtedly make me cry

[jadeddangel]

can you do

angel x reader x husk poly

They neglect the reader, but with a good ending

"Not too important"

Husk x reader x Angel Dust

Summary: In which Angel and Husk struggle to balance their work lives and personal lives, leading to a mild argument and a struggled apology

Warnings: swearing, abandonment issues, talk of Valentino, talk of physical abuse

You, Husk, and Angel had been dating for a little over since the incident with Charlie and Angel getting into an argument, you didn't really know what happened since you weren't there but you could piece together that it almost got messy. The hotel had been growing steadily after the extermination so you, husk and angel struggled with making time for eachother, especially with Val trying to make angel "pay" for the incident at the club and for ignoring him. And due to the hotel gaining popularity, husk had been forced to work as Alastor's little errand boy for the time being. And then there was you, after zestial found out about carmilla's incident with the angels, zestial has been making you work like crazy, errands, working as a temporary bodyguard in certain rings, despite him not needing it. It was getting exhausting trying to give all of your energy towards zestial and having a good attitude while also remaining the hinge that really brought angel and husk's relationship, to say you were burnt-out was an understatement.

You had gotten home after a long day of errands and escorts. As you finally got into your shared room, you stripped out of the green and black cloak along with semi-formal clothes in a darker theme After a very much, well-deserved bath and some time to decompress, you headed downstairs in some more casual clothes. After seeing Angel sitting at the bar to talk with husk, you nearly skidded down the stairs eager to give your lovers the attention they deserved, you hopped onto the bar chair next to angel before wrapping him in a hug, " Angie! Oh, how I've missed you! How was work?" You nearly exclaimed in the poor boys ear. Angel's body went ragged as his muscles tensed and tried to relax, realizing it was just you but still didn't quite relax. Angel used his second set of arms to carefully remove your body from his tucking your arms into your lap and rolling his eyes exhaustedly, "It was the same as usual, long and hard, Val has a stick up his ass" Angel complained a bit, as you listened closely, his tone wasn't like how it usually was, and the lack of dirty jokes really made you concerned. You nodded a bit before turning your attention to husk.

"Don't think I forgot about my favorite little kitty. How are you doing? Alastor isn't being too much of an unbearable prick, is he?" You asked, taking notice of the alastor's lack of presence. Husk's body went ridged at the sound of alastors name causing him to overpour his glass over alcohol he was serving himself, Husk let out a hiss as he stepped back and away from the overflowing mess of his glass. "It's the same as it always is, Listen, Our days were hard enough, we don't need you and your peppy attitude to make it worse, you don't know what it's like so don't even try and act like you know what's going on." Husk hissed out through gritted teeth, narrowed eyes focused in on you, pupils forced into the shape of sharp slits.

Husk's words bounced around in your brain for a few mere moments before your body tensed as you tried not to take them to heart. You could feel your body relax as your mind disconnected from your emotions in order to protect itself. Your nails subconsciously dug into the hard linoleum of the countertop as you struggled to ground yourself, "Oh...." The sound fell effortlessly I the silent air as you struggled to find the right words, not caring how they hurt yourself or the people around you. "Right.... YOU both have had a bad day, and me trying to cheer you up makes me the bad guy? Get a grip, HUSKER... " You spoke monotonously aside from enunciating certain words. You pushed your chair back as a sickening crackle filled the thick air; your chair had scraped up a good amount of the wood, which would most certainly get you in trouble later.

Your blood was boiling in anger at his insensitivity as you "calmly" walked away from the bar to your room to get some space. You laid down face first in the cold covers. You felt the bed dip slightly and a cold, wet nose pressing into the underside of your forearm. "Hi fat nuggets.." You sighed s bit sitting up so you could pet Angel's beloved pet.

Time had passed rather quickly as you ranted to fat nuggets about everything that happened, avoiding using any slurs or cussing in front of the sweet animal. You had left your emotions calm down as you felt a familiar feeling of guilt from having acting that way. You may not hold grudges, but you weren't apologizing first. You were tired of being the bigger person in all of these situations, and it exhausted you. You let out a heavy sigh as you looked down at the adorable little creature that seemed to be hanging onto your every word, " I need to get some sleep now, zestial has me planned for an early meeting again.. never thought I'd regret selling me soul, " you joked while scratching behind Nugget's ear. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you picked the little pig up and laid down, holding him close to your chest for comfort. You heard the floorboards outside your door creak from weight as a long slender hand pushed open the door slowly, causing light to flood the room. You did your best to ignore it and stay still. The most you did was let go of nuggets, allowing them to jump into, presumably, Angel's arms.

Angel took a deep breath as he sat down on the side of the bed, "Muffin? It's Angie.. look, I don't know if you're awake right now, but I'm sorry, we're sorry, work has been stressful on all of us, and we took it out on you." Angel pressed into the sensitive matter carefully, "Husk is worried about you. Why don't you come down for a drink, huh? I can see your brow furrowing, " Angel teased. You hadn't even realized your expression had changed as you sighed heavily sitting up, "I'm not taking anything husk makes until he apologizes.." you muttered stubbornly. Angel let out a little snicker, "you both are so cute when your mad, cmon just one drink and if anything goes wrong you've got us," Angel tried to bargain, and so far, it was working. Angel put two of his hands under your arms to lift you while the other two set nuggets down. Angel soon managed to coax you out of bed, aka bribe and carry you, and helped you down stairs. The wood where the chair had scraped away was fixed along with the chair in its original spot. You hesitantly sat down with angels encouragement, Angel took his seat next to you and gestured to husk to say something. Husk took a deep breath and cleared his throat, "want a drink?" Husk grumbled as Angel let out a heavy sigh shaking his head as he set his forehead in his palms.

Husk poured you your usual drink as he looked at you with slightly pleading eyes. Husk has never big on apologizes but you could tell he was trying to apologize just... in his own little way. You grabbed the glass from him taking a big sip, "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean to hurt you, I wasn't thinking, ill accept your apology, will you accept mine?" You asked reaching for his paw with your other hand slowly allowing him to pull away if wanted/needed. Husk didn't as he held your hand tightly, "can we just rest after this drink? We've all had a shitty day.."Husk said in his usual husky voice. You and angel shared a look before letting out happy snickers and giggles, "definitely, mr.whiskers~" Angel teased in his usual tone. Husk let out a deep groan pulling his paw away "great now the moments ruined" Husk shot back just as playful as Angel. They were happy and so were you, so it worked out well, and you wouldn't change a thing

[thebisexualdogdad]

Buggy the clown x male reader. Buggy’s being difficult and annoying so he loses sex privileges. So we take his dick. “Mine now.”

Buggy x Male!reader - Detached

"But Y/N I don't want to have dinner with your friends," Buggy huffs, standing completely naked in front of you with a nice suit laid out on the bed in the room you two had been staying in.

The crew had traveled back to syrup village so Usopp could see Kaya and all you had asked Buggy to do was wear one of the suits from the wardrobe she so graciously offered you guys but he was being as stubborn and difficult as ever.

"Don't you want to dress up nice just for a night?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest to show him you were upset with him.

"The suit isn't the problem, well it sort of is the boys have no room to breathe in that thing," he says gesturing to his junk, "but haven't I tolerated your friends enough? I've been stuck on a boat with them for three months and I haven't killed any of them yet."

"Buggy if you and me are going to work you have to try to actually like my friends not just tolerate them," you state.

"But they are so annoying," he says dramatically, "and do I need to remind you they kept my head in a bag!"

"Fine," you say, grabbing his exposed dick right off his body thanks to his separation powers, "this is mine now."

"Y/N!!" Buggy shouts looking down at where his dick is supposed to be and then back up to your hand where it currently is, "give it back!"

"Nope, you aren't getting this or sex again until you promise you will try to get along with my friends."

Even detached from his body his dick was reacting to your touch and started to stiffen in your hand.

"Dammit why am I getting turned on by this," he mumbles, "fine, fine I will be nice to your friends."

"I don't know if I believe you," you say just to mess with him.

"I will, I will I promise, now please give me my dick back," he pleads.

Buggy's dick is only growing harder and it gives you an idea, an idea that you know Buggy would absolutely enjoy.

"Actually, I've thought of something better to do before dinner," you smirk, raising his dick to your mouth and popping the tip between your lips.

Buggy groans, fully feeling what you are doing to him.

He's staring at you in awe, wanting to touch himself but that part of him is already preoccupied.

You release his dick from your lips with a pop and set it upright on the bed next to the suit, "I want to see you fuck yourself Bug."

He nods excitedly, crawling onto the bed and situating himself above his own dick, letting you guide it inside him.

"Oh god," he moans when he bottoms out.

"Does that feel good? Your own dick inside you?" You ask.

Buggy can't get any words out, only sounds of pleasure filling the room answering your question.

"Better get moving, dinner starts in twenty minutes," you tell him, standing back and watching him begin to bounce on his dick.

He's moaning loudly at the feeling of getting fucked by his own dick, why did he never think to do this before?

You undo the buttons of the slacks you had chosen to wear to dinner and he groans when he sees your own hard dick peeking through the top of your underwear.

"Please let me suck you off," he begs, still bouncing steadily.

You lower the band of your underwear, your dick flopping out so you can stroke yourself.

"You want to suck me off?" You ask, stepping closer to buggy but just out of his reach.

"Please, please baby I swear I'll behave, I'll wear the suit, I'll do whatever you want just let me suck you off while I ride my dick," he says, reaching out for you.

"Well since you asked so nicely," you chuckle, letting Buggy grab your waist and pull you close enough for him to eagerly take your dick in his mouth.

It's sloppy as he's riding himself but damn does it feel good with his moans reverberating through your body.

He grabs your ass, pushing you towards him even closer so he chokes on your dick, gagging but loving every second of it.

"Good boy Buggy," you say, playing with his blue hair and he expertly bobs his head letting the tip hit the back of his throat repeatedly.

He's so close, he can feel himself reaching the edge but he holds off knowing how amazing it would be to feel you cum in his throat at the same time he cums in himself.

And he's right.

After a few more blissful minutes of sucking you off you're shooting cum directly down his throat which takes him over the edge as he fills his own ass with his cum.

His eyes are glazed in a post cum euphoria when you pull your dick out of his mouth, cum dribbling down his chin and a smile on his face.

He slowly stops riding himself, raising his hips so his cum covered dick can fly back to where it's supposed to be and he collapses onto the mattress.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," he says, chest heaving with his dick still twitching.

"I'm glad you had fun," you laugh, stuffing your dick back in your pants, "now hurry up and get dressed, we have to be downstairs in two minutes.

"Okay, okay," he says lazily rolling off the bed, "but we gotta do that again sometime."

You hand him the suit and grin, "if you keep your promise maybe next time we'll see if you can take my dick and your own dick at the same time."

His jaw drops at just the thought of it, "you are a fucking genuis."

"Thanks baby but seriously put that damn suit on I'm hungry and don't want to miss appetizers."

[cowgurrrl]

Daydream Believer

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: fun June lore when my parents told my family they were pregnant with my youngest brother (a whopping six months after having my sister) my uncle looked at my dad and said, “Do you not have cable or something?” and thus it gets added to the fic

Summary: Daisy seems to know something you don’t

Warnings: talks of periods/pregnancy, fluff, I think that’s it!!

It happens when you're lying on the couch, scrolling on your phone. Sam had just gone down for a nap, and Joel was plunking some music in the home studio when Daisy climbed up on the couch with you. She forced herself between your legs and rested her head on your stomach, sighing heavily once she was comfortable. You smile and drop your phone to look down and pet her big head.

"What's up, Daisy Mae?" You ask as you scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail, steadily thumping against the couch, and bumps her nose against your belly button. You laugh when she does it repeatedly and sit up. "Last time you did that, I was pregnant with Sammy," The speed of her tail picks up at the mention of her favorite little boy. "No, he's not up yet. You guys can play later," She huffs her disapproval before picking her head up and bopping you again. It's not enough to hurt, but it's enough pressure to get your attention. You put your hands under her jaw and look at her in her big blue eyes. "What? What's wrong? Why do you keep doing that?" You ask. She wiggles out of your grasp as if to answer your question and does it again. "There's nothing in there. I don't know what…" You were trying to make a point. You really were until the mental math hit you like a truck. Daisy rests her head in your lap, her tail wagging like she's excited you finally put two and two together.

A million emotions run through you all at once before you and Daisy finally make your way down to the home studio. She pit pats behind you, a big smile on her dopy face as you spot Joel, hunched over his guitar, glasses on his face.

"Hey, Joel?"

"What's up?" He asks from his place on the couch, tuning his guitar.

"What would you say if I told you my period is late?"

"If?" He asks, and you nod, wringing your hands together.

"Total hypothetical." You say, and he eyes you for a second.

"I would ask by how long."

"A week and a half."

"Honey," he breathes as he abandons his guitar and walks over to you. "Are you pregnant?"

"Maybe? I don't know. I haven't taken a test yet," you say, and he smiles as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You ready for another baby, Miller?"

"Oh, yeah," he says, a goofy look in his eyes. "I've been ready."

"Sarah and Ellie are gonna think we're nuts."

"There are worse things," he shrugs. "Do you have tests, or do we need to race to the grocery store? Because I'll break all the traffic laws to get you one." He says, and you laugh.

"No, I think I've got some upstairs. Wanna take a break?"

"For you? Always."

Together, you walk upstairs to your shared bathroom and fish out a box of pink dye tests from under your sink. Joel is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement, and it takes everything in you not to remind him that you don't know anything for sure yet. You decide to let him have it while he still can. You take two and rest them on the top of your vanity, you and Joel watching the test work its magic. It takes a few seconds for two harsh, dark pink lines to show up on each test, and you gasp, looking at Joel.

"Holy shit, that was fast." You say, picking one of the tests up and staring at it like your eyes are deceiving you.

"You said your period is a week and a half late?" Joel asks, and you nod. "Are you sure you didn't skip last month?"

"Pretty sure. I just can't believe they showed up so fast."

"And they're so dark," he says. "Damn, you're really knocked up!" Joel raises his hand for a high-five, and you laugh, meeting him halfway.

"Y'know, most couples kiss when they find out they're pregnant."

"I can do that, too." He says, pulling you flush against him and kissing you. You smile when you feel his thumbs rub against your stomach over your shirt, suddenly aware of the life growing under your heart.

"We're gonna have another baby." You breathe against him, and he nods.

"We're gonna have another baby."

"Your mom is gonna be ecstatic." You say, remembering when you told Lucia you were pregnant with Sam and how excited she got.

"And my dad is probably gonna ask us if we don't have cable considering how this is the second time you've been pregnant in the past four years." He says, and you laugh together. You plan to call your OB first thing in the morning to make an appointment to see just how far along you are. The lines should not have been that dark that fast if you're only a few weeks pregnant. Something about it worries you, but you can't stress when Joel rests a hand on your stomach and tells you how much he loves you. Regardless of what your doctor tells you at your first appointment, you know it'll be okay as long as you have your family by your side. But for now, you'll just sit with your and Joel's newest little secret and bask in the beauty of watching the love of your life become a father again.

[book-place]

Remembering Normal

Warnings: slight Obi-Wan spoilers (takes place before ep 1 so it’s just information you would be getting from there), mentions of Order 66, mentions of character death, hints of ptsd, nightmares, slight cursing, crappy guys, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x teen reader

Requests: HEY THERE, can I request Obi Wan conforting his padawan that had a heartbreak for the first time? Thank youuu

Oh boy am I glad I stumbled upon your blog, I've been dying for obiwan x platonic!reader (where reader is obi wans padawan but he also kinda raised her so its almost father/daughter like, same age range around ashoka) and it's so difficult to find 🥺 Could I get like a post order 66 where obiwan as deciding to go to tatooine and they send reader with him? Really I'm fine with anything, from that or the show but with reader added in, I'm craving so much lol. And pls tag me in any that you do!

(Sorry if this wasn’t what either of you had in mind- if you don’t like it then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)

Requests by: @ensheass @fabulousapple

*not my gif*

Summary: After everything the two of you had been through, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he raised you

A/N: This is a mess- it’s all over the place; also, a very special thanks to @lemonadeandkoolaid for motivating me to do this lol

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan turned his head to the side, brown eyes locking onto your steadily breathing form immediately.

He let himself stay on the bed for another minute, eyes already ridding themselves off the sleepy state that he had just been in as whatever dreams he had been having faded away.

He couldn’t help the small feeling of gratitude that welled up in his chest. You hadn’t woken up because of another nightmare last night. For the past week you had been waking up every night screaming, flashbacks of that terrible day playing on repeat in your mind.

More than anything, he wished that he could just wave his hand and make them go away. Make you forget everything that you were forced to go through. At such a young age nonetheless.

Letting out a long sigh that partially sounded like a groan, the ex Jedi swung his feet over the side of his bed and ran his hands down his face.

Time for another day.

Lazily, he walked over to your bed, shaking your left leg slightly to wake you up, feeling slightly guilty as he did so because you had finally been able to get some sleep.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sat up in a jolt, wide eyes whipping around the room before they landed on a calm and collected Obi-Wan.

“Time to get up.” He said, voice slightly groggy still, ignoring your reaction.

With a small hum, you nodded and swung your legs over the side of your bed, running your hands down your face. Repeating the exact process that the man had done just moments before.

“We have the early shift today.” He reminded you softly, moving to your makeshift kitchen area and beginning to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

This emitted a small groan on your part, and he subconsciously let a small smile grow on his face.

“How did you sleep?” You asked quietly, pushing yourself off the hard surface that you called your bed.

“As well as expected.” Came his reply before a slight pause, as if hesitating, “You?”

You quieted, coming to stand next to him at the counter and began helping with the food, “Fine.” You said, forcing a smile onto your face as you glanced at him.

He looked at you suspiciously, but didn’t push it, which you were beyond grateful for.

In truth, you had woken up in the middle of the night because of another nightmare, but you had caught yourself before you could start screaming, trying to give Obi-Wan as much sleep as he could get.

Luckily for you, the topic seemed to fly right out of his mind as soon as the food was ready.

You had met Obi-Wan Kenobi at the mere age of four, being one of the youngest force-sensitive children ever to be sent out as a padawan learner.

When the Jedi master had first seen you, he thought that you were far too young for anything like that, but he soon learned that you were far beyond your years in terms of controlling the force.

It was no secret that he had grown fond of you immediately, taking you under his wing and caring for you more than other masters seemed to care about their padawans.

He would go out of his way to make sure that you had enough ration packs each day, keep watch at night if it meant that you could sleep, and constantly worrying about you when the two of you were sent on missions.

In a way, he felt like he had raised you.

Then Order 66 happened a year later, and everything you had ever known broke apart before your very eyes.

Within hours the Jedi Temple was gone, dead bodies littered across every hallway and in every room. The clones- your friends- had turned on you and your master while in the middle of a mission, trying to kill the two of you. The senator Padame Amidala, who you considered a friend, was said to have died while giving birth to twins. And Anakin Skywalker, a fellow master of yours, was rumored to have gone to the dark side before he was stopped by a very powerful Jedi Knight.

So when Obi-Wan said that he was going to Tatooine to watch over young Luke, you of course joined him, having absolutely nobody- and nowhere- left to go to.

To that day you still couldn’t grasp onto what had happened, waking up everyday to hoping that it was just a nightmare and you were really on a mission with Obi-Wan and Anakin, doing what you were supposed to do. Taking down the Sith to save the Galaxy.

Because even though it was a war, it was all that you had ever known and it gave you a sense of familiarity when you thought about it.

But everyday you woke up to disappointment.

The two of you began to eat your food in silence, each too consumed by your own thoughts to even attempt to make small talk, not that you guys had to anymore. You could pretty much tell what the other was thinking by just looking at them. That’s what happened when you spent so much time with a single person.

Afterwards, you each finished getting ready for the day and wordlessly went on your way.

You were both silent on the way to work, when you got there, while you were working, and on the way back to town.

What was there to speak about? You both saw each other every day, nothing new was happening with either of you that the other didn’t know about. No longer did you two have to discuss battle strategies or study maps until they were engraved in your mind.

People in the town would often whisper about you two.

The man and the teenager who were never seen apart, silently walking side by side. Her eyes sharp and his tired. Him moving in front of her protectively at the first sight of even a little bit of danger. Her being the one to do the talking if either of them ever had to. Both of them disappearing to wherever they lived at the end of the day, not to be seen again until they have to leave for work the next day.

The supposed father and daughter. Nobody knew their exact relationship, but they could only be left to assume after absolutely no information on them whatsoever.

Of course, neither of you knew about these whispers. Thinking that you were practically invisible to the town, not knowing that you’re the ones that the children made up stories about and the adults gossiped about.

And though both of you had lived there for ten years, and these people had seen you grow up from being a little girl, they still almost never tried to approach either of you.

“I’ll go get us some dinner.” You said quietly, not really finding the point in speaking up any louder.

Obi-Wan nodded, trusting you to be out on your own as he decided to focus on getting some new gloves, seeing how his were torn apart.

You floated through the crowds, not really noticing or caring that people parted for you slightly, and whispers of your name were leaving people's lips.

Your fake name, that is. You had to change it when you moved there, afraid that someone would find out who you truly were.

You made your way inside a small store, one of the very few that was able to afford an indoor shop, and began grabbing a couple of essentials for the rest of the week, before making your way over to a worker to pay.

The worker was a boy around your age from the looks of it, and he straightened up his slouched stance as soon as he saw you approach.

“I’ll just take these, please.” You said softly and politely.

When you and your master had moved to that planet, you had done everything in your power to lay low and that even meant changing your normally confident demeanor of your five year old self, into a shy and quiet one as to not bring attention to yourself.

And as time went on, you supposed that what you were pretending to be actually became a part of you, because you knew almost nothing else, your memory had begun to give out on you and you remembered less and less of what your life used to be like.

The boys mouth dropped open, probably not having expected you to talk, “Oh, uhh.- yes-right. Yes, that will be seven credits.” He stumbled a little over his words and you had to stifle a giggle.

A small smile appeared to have made its way onto your face though, and when the boy saw this a large grin grew on his own face.

You almost never smiled anymore, you couldn’t remember the last time you did that wasn’t with Obi-Wan. And even when you did with him, it was very brief and never lasted long because there wasn’t much in you lives to smile about.

Without dropping the smile, you handed him the credits and with a small ‘thank you’, you turned to walk away, but were stopped when you heard him call after you.

“Wait!” You turned, a little surprised, and saw him standing there, rubbing his hand up and down his neck, “I was just wondering if you- you know… wanted to meet up some time.”

This time, you were very surprised, and you let it show on your face.

“I mean, only if you want to.” He rushed out, eyes quickly widening in panic, “I get off of my shift in a couple hours and we can go to the cantina if you want!”

A slow smile made its way onto your expression, “Sure, that sounds nice.” You had no idea what was going on, but you couldn’t exactly say that you hated it. And what was wrong with making a friend?

“Great!” He proceeded to tell you the time he would be there and then ask you if you would be free then.

“Yes! I’m definitely free then-“ Before you could continue, you were cut off by another voice.

“There you are.” Obi-Wan's voice held a sharpness that you hadn’t heard in a long time. His back was tense and his eyes were hard, “You were taking a long time.”

If you hadn’t been surprised before, you sure as hell were now. He hadn’t used that tone with you since the war when you did something reckless (he hadn’t needed to after that because of how quickly you grew up and matured), never mind in front of another person, the ones that you two were supposed to be laying low in front of.

“Ben.” You said in surprise, the name still sounding forgein to you no matter how many times you have said it, “I was just-“

“Come on.” His voice was stern, and he was glaring slightly at the new boy who you were still yet to know the name of, “We need to go home.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The boy piped up - and judging by Obi-Wans state- stupidly.

The man’s glare deepened, “I wasn’t speaking to you.” He practically hissed through gritted teeth.

Trying to shake off your confusion, you looked up at Obi-Wan, grabbing his arm gently and beginning to pull him away.

Whatever was happening was so… unlike him, and you almost felt like you couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of you when you looked over at him. He was wearing a look that you hadn’t remembered seeing since the time of the war.

Finally breaking his gaze away from the boy, he stomped off ahead of you, leaving you to try and jog to catch up with him, neither one of you sparing a look at the confused- and now slightly horrified- boy who was trying to figure out what had just happened.

The whole way back to your home, you had attempted to interrogate him about what had just happened, but he simply shrugged you off every time. Leaving you to eventually just give up.

By the time you had gotten back, you had made the decision to give him the silent treatment until he told you what was going on, and so far he wasn’t giving in. So neither were you.

When Obi-Wan had asked you if you wanted to accompany him to watch over Luke, you had just stared back at him blankly until he sighed and went by himself.

You were grateful that he didn’t push it, because then you could have time to yourself to sneak away and meet up with the boy. If Obi-Wan had a problem with it, then he should have just told you what was bothering him. Now he can live with the consequences of his actions.

With that, you changed into the nicest clothes that you owned- which weren’t much considering you didn’t need a lot while living on a desert planet while trying to lay low.

Giving yourself a nod of satisfaction, you made your way back into town and to the place where the boy had told you to meet him.

The cantina was a decent size, not as big as some you've been to, but not exactly as small either. It was pretty good considering the planet that you were on.

As soon as you had walked in, you had scanned the restaurant, only to come up empty handed when there was no sight of him.

You determined that you were probably just a few minutes early, and took a seat in the back corner facing the door so that you could see each other when he came in.

A droid had come over to ask for your order, but you had politely told it that you would just be waiting for someone and as soon as he came you would order.

You waited for half the night.

By that point you had become so aware of all the people whispering to one another, glancing and pointing at you. The girl who wouldn’t order because she was supposedly waiting for someone that was clearly never going to come.

So with as much dignity as you could muster, you stood straight up and walked out the door, keeping your chin raised and eyes forward, refusing to let people see how you were really feeling inside. Hiding your emotions from them.

Though you were young, you knew that people around your age all over the Galaxy had already experienced this type of thing a million times. But you weren’t like those people.

You were raised your whole life being told to have no attachments, and though you weren’t attached to that boy, you grew to realize that you had subconsciously become attached to the idea of having a friend- having anything normal.

So with an unsettling feeling in both your stomach and your heart, you trekked back to your home, head down and lost in deep thoughts.

As soon as you stepped in through the door, your eyes snapped up in surprise to see Obi-Wan pacing back and forth between the walls. Normally the two of you would camp out just outside of Luke's aunt and uncle's farm if you were watching over him and it got too late. So you hadn’t been expecting to see him back.

“Obi-“ He cut you off sharply.

“Where have you been?” He demanded, coming to a halt in front of you, and it wasn’t hard to detect the worry in his voice and face. Then a look of realization crossed his face, “You were meeting that boy weren’t you?” An indecipherable look appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but look away.

“Save the lecture.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “He didn’t even show up.”

Obi-Wan felt his face and heart soften at hearing this, and he sighed before striding over to your side, seeing past your tough exterior. Looking - almost into your soul- and into the part of you that was hurting. In pain.

“I’m sorry.”

The sincerity on his voice made your eyes snap up to meet his, and for the first time since before you could remember, you felt your eyes well up in tears over something that had nothing to do with the war.

“I just wanted to be normal.” Your voice cracked and Obi-Wan felt a sadness swallow him up as well as a sense of guilt, it was probably his fault the boy didn’t show anyway.

“I know.” He mumbled, pulling you to his chest soothingly, gently rocking the two of you back and forth, “I know. I’m sorry.” He continued to mumble into your hair, placing a gentle kiss in it.

There were two things that Obi-Wan knew about his life at that moment. One of those things was that things would never go back to how they used to be. With the Jedi. With Anakin. Without the Empire. And the other thing was that no matter how old the two of you would get, Obi-Wan would do everything he could to look out for you. Just like he had for as long as you could remember.

Star Wars Taglist: @spidyyparker @fabulousapple @femalemarvelself

[transandersrights]

I have an adorable prompt for you today! Anders and Ser Pounce-a-Lot and the quote “Thanks. For a while I felt human again.”

Can be real short or however long you like. Feels like something cozy/fluffy

(I take prompts! See info here)

I don't think I've ever written Pounce before so this was a fun new thing!! It's not SUPER fluffy but they're both gonna be totally fine I promise. So here: ~600 words of Anders & Pounce for @dadrunkwriting :)

Anders didn’t know how long he’d been walking. You’d think, with his particular history, that he’d have some kind of skill in judging the passage of time without the sun to match it. Turns out he wasn’t.

Really, he was surprised he was still alive. Normally when you fell off a bit of the Deep Roads, that was it. The end. No chance of emerging again, because you were probably off any of your maps and definitely getting closer to where Darkspawn would be there, ready to pounce.

Maybe his squad had already given up. It would be reasonable, if they hadn’t managed to work out where exactly he fell to or how to get down safely. He’d moved on, they would have had to move on, and now they were separate.

He was running out of water; soon, he’d start running out of food, and then he’d be done for. Still…

Pounce, trotting steadily ahead of him, meowed and came to a stop. Not from danger — Anders couldn’t sense a damn thing, and he’d definitely be able to if Darkspawn were approaching. He just… didn’t want to walk anymore?

“You wanna stop, buddy?”

Pounce meowed again.

“Alright. We can stop for a bit.” Five minutes wouldn’t make a difference to whether he made it out before he ran out of water. Ditching Pounce when he got it into his head he needed to stop would, obviously, but that was a cruelty he wouldn’t entertain.

“What’s up?”

Pounce meowed again, determinedly rubbing his body against Anders’ legs.

“Oh, alright.” Anders shifted his pack around and let himself drop to the floor, his tired legs thanking him and protesting at the change in position immediately. Just as instantly, Pounce lived up to his name and made Anders’ lap his prey, curling into a near-perfect circle the moment he settled down. “You’re so demanding.”

A quieter meow this time. Pounce was probably tired at this point — maybe he’d stopped to sleep.

“I can put you in my pack, you know,” Anders said. There was plenty of space for that now, with his rations dwindling. He liked to think he was getting closer to the surface — the road had certainly been moving what felt like upwards — but who knew? Pounce almost certainly didn’t.

This time, a meow of protest, followed by Pounce nestling even deeper.

“You want attention, do you?” His response, of course, was less a noise and more a vibration as Pounce communicated his approval. “You know, I think you’re smarter and better at understanding people than any smelly mabari. You’re a good boy, Pounce.”

As he spoke, he moved to card his fingers through Pounce’s fur. He was a little grimy, having long since accepted the impossibility of safely grooming himself when coated with the persistent grease and Maker-knows-what of the Deep Roads. Even with the slightly wrong feeling, it was good. He felt a bit better.

Pounce really was the only thing that made this all bearable, sometimes. Anders hated the Deep Roads, but Pounce didn’t seem to care. He thrived everywhere — a particularly admirable trait Anders wished he could live up to even a little.

Pounce’s next insistent meow interrupted his thoughts, and Anders laughed. “Yes, alright.” This time, he moved to scritch Pounce behind the ears. He let out a little mrrp sound, leaning in. “Thanks. For a while there, I felt human again.”

The tunnels of the Deep Roads stretched out ahead and behind, the darkness ever-encroaching. But here, in their private little corner, there was a small (and distinctly fluffy) light.

[canmom]

I was tagged by @baeddel and charged with the following questions:

Last song: Mephisto by Queen Bee. This is the ED for Oshi no Ko, and that is indeed the context I first encountered it. But I've kind of become obsessed with Queen Bee ever since I saw this video of Avu-chan:

There is definitely an element of "I want to learn to sing but I cannot sound like a cis women no matter what so I have to figure out some other sort of voice to aspire towards". Not that I could ever have Avu-chan's ridiculous range lol. But they are sort of the coolest person I've ever seen.

After that I learned that I'd been hearing Avu-chan a whole bunch. For example, Avu-chan voices Inu-oh! All the fantastic songs I enjoyed in that film...

And that's not even the first time Avu-chan worked with Masaaki Yuasa. You remember that amazing version of Devilman no Uta from Devilman Crybaby?

Yeah, guess who.

But that's just focusing on the anime link. Queen Bee is the shit. Like check out this duet between Avu-chan and Avu-chan:

Or King Bitch with all the martial arts. Or Inu-hime which manages to pack a whole gory jidaigeki story into a three and a half minute music video. I'm still working my way back through Queen Bee's videos.

Forgive me, this is way more than one song ^^'

Currently watching: Besides Animation Night tonight? ^^

I recently finished Tengoku Daimakyou - which was imo strong right up to the end, and there's a bunch to write about it. But this says 'currently' so...

I'm presently catching up on Oshi no Ko. (Hence the Queen Bee listening.) Which is the one where the gynecologist is reincarnated as the son of an idol alongside one of his patients; said idol gets murdered, and then as a highschool student our boy's attempting to solve her murder while getting caught up in all sorts of showbiz drama. I've written a bit about Oshi no Ko before; two eps further on, the story continues to have some delightful swerves and I'm fascinated to see where they're going with all this. I can see it steadily orbiting certain themes - falsehood, performance, self-identity and so on - but what the ultimate thrust will be, remains to be seen.

I ended up rewatching a few episodes with @footsteps-on-the-dance-floor a couple weeks ago. On the rewatch, I was struck by how, in this show about acting, just how much attention is indeed paid to the acting of the characters. Not so much flashy sakuga, just lots of carefully observed interactions that I came to appreciate a lot as I understood the characters better.

Currently reading: [whoops, forgot this one, editing it in] Ghost in the Shell for fiction. Shirow's manga is fascinating. In some ways you can see all the material that made it out into Production IG's various adaptations, but in some ways the tone is so different, way less dry, way more unabashedly nerdy, the characters much more emotional. I'm fascinated by all the little asides and margin notes by Shirow.

For non fiction, I've got this book called "Queer British Art 1861-1967" by the Tate that I'm steadily reading. It's fascinating, I didn't know shit about most of the people they write about in here.

Current obsession: What do I do that can't be characterised as an obsession really ^^'

But besides work, and writing long posts on here, and drawing pictures, I've been trying to learn music. I mentioned singing, but the other strand is trying to learn the zhonghu. So let me tell you about zhonghus.

This is a Chinese musical instrument, a close sibling of the erhu. Like a violin, it's a bowed instrument; unlike a violin, it's held upright on your lap, it has only two strings, and the bow is held in between them.

The bowstrings are very loose compared to a violin bow, and you use your fingers to press them against one or other string. There is no fingerboard, let alone frets, so pitch depends on how hard you press the strings as well as where your fingers are positioned. Not to mention a million other variables to do with your specific instrument.

The zhonghu and the erhu are almost the same instrument; the zhonghu is tuned slightly lower, similar to a viola compared to a violin. Also? The soundbox is covered by snakeskin, so if you import an erhu (or zhonghu) from China, you have to go to some effort to certify that the snake in question was from a farm and not a wild snake. And you have to be really careful that the bowstring doesn't catch on the scales.

Why am I learning the zhonghu? Well. That's a long story but the tl;dr is my friend suggested I should be a zhonghu player and I was like you know what sure. So now I have her old zhonghu.

I used to play the violin, but I think the way I learned the violin left a lot to be desired in terms of actually understanding music. I could translate sheet music into finger positions, and fulfill my role in an orchestra for kids, but I lost the thread at uni, where I tried to play with the ceilidh band and found I was completely at sea in a more improvisational setting. Add like a decade of rust on top of that.

So it's safe to say that right now I'm really fucking bad at playing the zhonghu. Nevertheless, I'm trying to persevere. In the month or so since I started, with very irregular practice, I've gone from 'can only make a horrible scratching sound' to 'can play an open string' to 'never hitting a note first try' to 'can mostly hit notes until I try to move my hand', so I'm inching forwards. It's a long way until I can make the kind of beautiful music that the erhu is known for, and I don't have any belief I'll ever be notably good at it, but there's nothing to be lost in trying to learn a new thing, even if it's one that is not coming naturally to me at all. Better to struggle than to go my whole life never picking up an instrument again you know.

Tagging - uhhh let's say - @mogsk @schizsune @sisyphication @catnumbers @argyrocratie @centrally-unplanned @hamiltonianflow @sapeami-scalps-whites [if you'd like, in each case!] The questions are 'last song', 'currently watching', 'currently reading', 'current obsession', answer in as much or little detail as you like

[anime-fixation]

Tell Me Something About the Demon Prodigy

Pt. 2 of Don’t Wake the Demon Prodigy

Read : part 1 ; part 3

Read on AO3 : here

Atsushi just wants to know more about his mentor and this so called Demon Prodigy. The problem is Dazai is bad at talking. Maybe someone else can shed some light on this.

(Or the boys do some gossiping about most violent man they ever met, hopefully they don’t get caught by said man ;) )

Word count: 1883

Rating: M

“Dazai… can I ask you a question?” Atsushi asked, then looked over to his mentor. It was late in the day and they were the only two in the office at the moment. Atsushi took this as an opportunity to try and find out a bit about the man he pulled from a river, what felt like a lifetime ago.

Dazai was leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk. He didn’t bother to turn to look at Atsushi when he answered the question, “Only if it isn’t asking me to help you with paperwork.”

“It’s not that,” Atsushi paused, trying to figure out how to phrase the next words out of his mouth. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.

“You wanna ask about the Demon Prodigy.” Dazai's tone was flat, like he was staring at a fact, already knowing Atsushi was trying to ask about it. Dazai still didn’t look at his subordinate, his eyes glued to the ceiling instead.

“Oh uh, yes that is correct,” Atsushi’s confidence in his ability to have this conversation was steadily declining, due to the new nerves he started rambling, “I don’t know that much about him, not that I know that much about you to begin with. And well, I figured I might want to know a bit more about my mentor, because some stuff might come up later on. Not that I haven’t been able to survive so far, if you decide not to tell me. The other day in the field I was just surprised by what I saw. Not that I should be, I've heard a little bit about how you trained Akutagawa. I was just thinking I should know about that other side of you.”

“Well, we can start off by addressing that last comment. The Demon Prodigy and I are the same person.” Dazai tilted his head down, making eye contact with the weartiger. “It’s not some split personality or anything like that. I am fully aware of my actions.”

Atsushi’s brow furrowed in thought mixed with a bit of fear, “So you could torture someone right now, like you did with that man the other day?”

“Of course I could, some horrible things you start to go numb to, others you start to enjoy. I found the latter of the two fit me better.”

“Did you enjoy what you did to that man that tried to kill Chuuya?” Atsushi asked.

Dazai went quiet for a moment before answering, “I don’t think 'enjoy’ would be the word I would use. I certainly didn’t love risking my life for that hat rack.”

The words came out fine, but the tone Dazai used had convinced Atsushi that the other man did in fact enjoy what he did that day.

“So you did enjoy it,” Atsushi quietly said out loud. He no longer wanted to make eye contact, deciding the floor was now more interesting.

Dazai paused. Atsushi had somehow managed to see through Dazai's misdirection. Much like the time at Oda’s grave, when Atsishi’s blunt honesty made the older man genuinely smile.

Dazai quickly threw his feet to the ground and the older man made a motion to stand up. “I’ll be heading out now, I have to go try a new method of suicide i just read about. Have fun finishing up that paperwork!”

Dazai disappeared from the office before Atsushi could get a word in. The weretiger sighed deeply looking at the stack of paperwork that remained on his desk, most of it being Dazai’s.

A few moments later Atsushi’s phone started to ring, pulling his attention from his work. “Hello?”

“Weretiger, meet me on the docks,” Akutagawa commanded, skipping hellos.

“I can’t just leave work! I have paperwork to-“ the line was cut off before Atsushi finished his sentence.

-

“I can’t believe that he’d just call and demand me to come meet him.” Atsushi grumbled as he walked down the street to where Aktugawa told him to meet up.

The docks were empty at this time of tonight. The only sounds being the soft slap of water on the side of a few boats and Atsushi’s quick steps. Atsushi continued on to the part of the docks that had a few lights out, the place Aktugawa always had them meet at.

“Hello Weretiger,” Atsushi practically jumped out of his skin as he heard a voice suddenly behind him.

“Would you not sneak up on me like that!” Atushi whipped around to face the mafia member.

“You knew I would be here,” Aktugawa calmly answered, confused at Atsushi’s dramatics.

“What did you want?” Atushi asked.

“You want to know more about the demon prodigy, right?” Aktugawa responded with his own question.

“Y-yeah,” Atsushi looked down at his feet feeling very uncomfortable all of the sudden. “How’d you know?”

“I’d want to know more about him too, after what we saw the other day, I’d be wondering what that man is capable of,” Akutagawa offered. “I’ll tell you what I think you need to know, if you desire that,”

“Yes please!” Atsushi exclaimed, perking up a bit at the offer to learn more about Dazai.

Akutagawa nodded.

“He was cruel. He would only hesitate to shoot you in the head for the oportunity to torture your more. When people would learn I was being mentored by Dazai they would become visibly uncomfortable in my presence. They all thought I would turn out as another Demon Prodigy. I lost count of the number of guns he's made me stare down the barrel of, while he was the one holding them, of course.” Akutagawa started to inform the white haired man. Atsushi nodded along, his eyes widened with shock and horror.

“He never knew when enough was enough. He used to litter corpses with bullets for fun.” A cold voice added from above. Atsushi followed the voice to a figure on the top of a broken light post, it was Chuuya perched up at the top.

“Look. I know you want to know more about your mentor, but Dazai keeps things to himself for a reason,” Chuuya began explaining, a red glow appearing as he floated down to the other two men on the docks. When his feet touched the ground he continued on, “Dazai has a lot of secrets, most of which you do not want to know. And even more I will not tell you.”

“I know that he was in the mafia, so I guessed he had to have secrets,” Atsushi pointed out. “He still does for that matter! Kunikida didn’t know about him being a member of the port mafia for years! I just want to know something about him so maybe I won’t be as shocked next time.”

Chuuya sighed dramatically, “Fine but don’t get upset with me when you learn something you don’t love about that bastard.

“The cops have him down for 138 counts of ‘conspiracy to murder’. I don’t know what the number really is, but I can tell you we killed more men than that the night we took out an entire enemy organization. Come to think of it, the mafia lost track of the number around Dazai’s 300th kill. At this point, I’d say, only Dazai knows the true number of murders he’s committed. Oh and Dazai also used to set traps to capture people. Then he'd tortured them for weeks straight. If you can believe it, he cut off fingers and ripped out teeth at just the start of an interrogation. Oftentimes, by the time Dazai got all the information he wanted he’d have a little extra fun. I really saw the aftermath but the times I did his captives were reduced to just a screaming mound of mutilated flesh. I always hated it, but it did get us good intel.” Chuuya very bluntly informed Atsushi.

“I guess it proves you don’t get to be completely sane and be the youngest mafia executive with a nickname like ‘Demon Prodigy’.”

Atsushi stood in silence wringing his hand together while he tried to find something to say in response. In the end, he decided to ask another question,”What made him stop?”

Akutagawa spoke up first, “No one really knows.”

Atsushi nodeed to let Akutagawa know he heard him but didn’t say anything back. The two younger men turned to Chuuya almost in sync.

“Do you know why?” Atsushi asked hoping for some

Kind of answer.

“Like I said before, some secrets I will not tell you,” Chuuya squinted his eyes at Atsushi, staring him down, daring the weretiger to challenge him.

“Chuuu-yaaa,” An overly joyous voice came from behind the short red head. Chuuya’s entire disposition changed, his face immediately twisted in anger and frustration.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Chuuya whipped around screaming at his ex-partner.

“I could ask you the same question,” Dazai deflected.

“Chuuya must have followed me,” Akutagawa cut in, “I simply was trying to arrange a meeting with Atsushi. I needed to discuss some information regarding our last mission together. Must have raised some suspicion as I was leaving.”

Atsushi agreed, nodding fervently next to the dark haired man. Chuuya just gawked at the audacity of Akutagawa to try and lie to Dazai.

“That is a solid reason to be here, if it were true. However, I think you’ve all gathered here to talk about me,” Dazai said, smirking at three men. It was confirmed he was right when all three looked at him like a deer in headlights.

Chuuya was the first to snap out of it and speak back up, “Like I’d come all the way down here to talk about a piece of shit like you with your shitty subordinates.”

Dazai’s smile softened!, “Come on Chuuya, I can always tell when you’re lying. And technically right now only one of them is my subordinate.”

“Shut up bastard,” Chuuya shot back, “You never said why you were here!”

“I’m so glad you asked! I wanted to trying a new form of suicide i just read about. It seems like such a wonderful way to go I-“

“Forget I asked,” Chuuya said, cutting Dazai off. Chuuya turned away from his ex-partner to Atsushi and Akutagawa, who have not moved since Dazai appeared. “I’m going to leave now. I’m starving and need to find something to eat. I hope you two have a good rest of your night.”

Atsushi was pulled out of his shock, “Oh okay. Have a good night!”

Atsushi nudged Akutagawa, pulling him back to reality. Akutagawa quickly mimicked Atsushi’s goodbye.

“Why don’t we join you!” Dazai butted in flinging himself over the redhead.

“Absolutely not! Like I’d want to have dinner with you!” Chuuya objected.

“I know the perfect place,” Dazai started leading all three men from the docks, wrapping an arm aroudn Chuuya despite his protests, “It has this beautiful waitress that I’m sure would commit suicide with me if I asked.”

“I’m certain she will not,” Chuuya spat back, resigning to Dazai’s leading him away. With gravity manipulation nullified from Dazai’s clinging hands he didn’t have much of an upper hand on his annoying ex-partner.

The four walked along, Chuuya and Dazai continuing to argue no matter how long it’s been.

[rapmonkive]

A letter with some pictures she's sneakily taken of her and the rest of the members and him and more pocket money for snacks it's not a joke any more she wants to make sure he can treat himself.

It's been 84 years since I've last seen you. How are you? Any gray hairs? You're probably full of them. I know I am. Joking aside I hope you are doing well. I miss you big brother everyday you are away. I wonder if you're warm and if they are treating you harshly. It feels like you've gone to jail or something from the texts you sent so I worry about you alot. I hope this pictures make you smile there is some of the other members too because I know it's your first time without them in a long time you must miss them. I don't have much to say my day to day hasn't changed except for not seeing you. Ah but the price of ramen has went up a dollar! A whole dollar! Isn't this the sign of the times? Ugh how will we live now? Okay. Now I really have nothing to say. You got this joon keep your head up. -Dani

He looked at the photos that he hadn't known had even been taken and smiled. Oh, he had grey hairs before the enlistment. Army had made sure to point those out. Having grey hairs before 30 was unfortunately family genetics.

Going to jail? Ha, to him it was a lot like being a trainee again. In a small room with a bunch of other guys, no privacy. A communal shower and terrible coffee. A curfew and tight schedule. It was like when he was 15 and trying to pass classes and sneak food into the dorms.

in some ways that made it easier. It was because he'd been through it, he already knew how to cope. He saw it was harder for a lot of the younger guys who had never been away from home before now. He'd lived away from his parents since he signed a contract at 15, so he had advice and he knew he could make it easier on these young kids that has never made ramen or saw a coffee pot before.

But it was really part of what turned boys into men in the military. It was teaching you to rely on yourself and your squad. It was teaching you that you couldn't run to your parents for help anymore. You had to pull up y our boot straps and be a man. Be an adult.

He had already done this and so in a way he had an edge. He had more discipline in himself. He thrived in routine and he had been steadily working out. A lot of the new recruits had never stepped foot in a gym. Therefore he found himself in a mentor position again, only this time not in BTS but just the older soldier with experiences in life helping out the younger who it was their first time away from home.

And Goddamn! Ramen up a dollar! What the hell is this world coming to? That crosses a line. A line!

[sssammich]

10 and 26 for the fic writing ask!

hello hello let us see

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

Ooh, good question! despite the tender angst i dole out on a regular basis, i actually really enjoyed writing my supercorp big bang not for nothing because i was really trucking along. it was a pretty emotional fic, but i was happy going through the entire writing process.

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

oh boy can i actually pick just one? okay i will say that i basically surpassed all of my writing goals (including stretch goals) before the year ended. that was very satisfying to reach 200k words for the year because i've been steadily writing all year. so definitely that!

(honorable mention is actually also my supercorp big bang where i ended up writing the longest fic to date)

fic ask meme

[eternal-armin]

they're cheap (i'm free).

jinx and vi meet up in your garage to practice a few songs and celebrate reader's new guitar. [band au/love triangle au] the performance is the song mentioned in the title because it's a bop and everyone should listen to it. reader: male. [neutral version soon] also there's a lot more slang in this for some reason? idk what's gotten over me lol. i really feel like i've been too subtle in this chapter but the second one will be a little more fluff instead of exposition.

new guitar day!

why were you so nervous? or maybe it was just an overflow of excitement. yeah, definitely an overflow of excitement.

pressing your lips together in an attempt to bide the anticipation, you gave the strings a good strum.

hot damn- there was no way you could hide your bright smile at the loud, clear note that ripped out from the amp. this sound was a little something you liked to call, absolutely perfect. you bit your lip, fighting back a proud, surely childish, laugh.

"ho-ly, that sounds sick!" jinx cheered, voice sounding almost quiet compared to the pure power you'd played. but her approval made your heart race.

"i know, right?! so worth the money!" as if she'd given you permission, you let yourself laugh through your words, bouncing and shifting your weight from side to side. you would've loved to jump a few times, but there was no way in hell you were gonna risk ruining the new instrument just yet. even though the strap to it was already snug and resting on your shoulder.

"i'm so excited, i didn't think something could sound better than my oldie," you grinned, still reeling at the combination of excitement and relief.

"i can't wait to hear you play with that bad boy! you better decorate it too, the color looks great but i'm really gonna miss the decorations blue had." as exaggerated as her hand and head movements were, jinx's gentle gaze was glued to your eyes.

the fact that nickname still stuck... "what, because you made the stickers?" you replied, cheeky as ever, tilting your head at her.

"well, yeah! i mean, they looked super sweet! y'can't deny it, pretty boy. some of my best work by far," jinx shrugged. you playfully rolled your eyes.

"it is kinda'a shame that those stickers were permanent," you muttered, kicking the air. you admired all of jinx's pieces- musical and artistic- but those stickers, you loved a lot more. maybe because she made them specifically for you. or because they fit your vibe perfectly. or they were just simply... gorgeous. if there was anyone you trusted to make stickers that encapsulated you in entirety, it was certainly jinx.

"oh, where's vi, by the way? did she forget we had practice?" you had been excited to show both of them your new electric guitar. steadily, sour disappointment clouded your childlike excitement.

"like i'd know, she tells me jack-all! i bet she did forget. wouldn't be the first time, would it?" jinx twirled her drumsticks in her fingers, playing a beat in the air. she looked at you with a small half-smile, a look in her eyes you couldn't quite describe. perhaps somewhere between admiring and annoyed. it was quite a look.

"i mean, like, no, it wouldn't, but she promised she wouldn't miss another," you trailed off, confident voice turning into little more than a mumble.

as if on perfect cue, the jammed garage door was forced open, making you jump in surprise, cursing under your breath.

"i'm sorry i'm late! cait needed my help with something," vi chuckled nervously, giving you both a sheepish smile. "but i'm here. i'm here." she forced the door shut behind her, before turning to you and jinx. "woah. nice ax, [y/n]. that new?" she was eager to change the subject. you didn't mind, and you went along. you returned her smile, though out of the corner of your eye, jinx didn't seem too impressed with her sister's continued late appearances.

"yeah. just got it! sounds like a dream." your giddiness at the new toy seeped right back into your voice.

"really? how much did it cost?" the more vi spoke, the more she regained her breath and steadied her voice. the thought of her hauling ass here was honestly... hilarious. you felt bad that you were biting back laughter.

"i don't... wanna admit that," you giggled, rubbing the back of your neck. well over 1,000 big ones, that's for sure. "was definitely worth the price, though."

"give us a note, then. i'd love to hear it."

"he already played one, vi, y'missed it! we got practice anyway, remember?" jinx interjected, sitting down on her drum throne. the slightly pouty tone in her voice confused you for a moment. you couldn't really recall her ever speaking like that before, unless you just forgot it.

vi glanced at you, and you pressed your lips together again, looking away. "right, right," vi nodded after a moment, taking her bass out of its case. there were a few seconds of awkward silence as everyone set up their respective instruments and microphone stands.

"you guys ready to blow the doors off the neighborhood again?" you looked back at the two with a little grin, supporting the guitar with one hand and holding the mic with the other.

"yeah."

"let's beat it, toots!"

jinx tapped her sticks to the beat. one. two. one, two, three, four.

your voice harmonized with vi's bassline. "you're all incorporated, so. y'don't get investigated." the rest of the line sounded like a dream, your voice combined with vi's strumming and jinx's playing. you could feel her prying eyes on you as always.

"i'm not abbreviated or deflated. i'm tryin' to be appreciated."

on your new angel, you joined the two, playing along to the chords implanted in your head. it was just tingles all up and down your spine at the sound- it was so hard not to giggle into the mic. the smile you bore didn't fit the song at all, but the excitement was just so much.

jinx joined you for the next line. her voice went so well with yours, you couldn't help wanting to listen to that alone. "you know what i know, son don't lie, you know what i know. you know what i know,"

"son don't lie."

"son don't hide all your sinners, flaunt 'em like a winner, like a creep!" with a kick, the music from your guitar got louder, electrifying the air with almost-discordant notes. you threw your head back from the mic, screaming for a few counts.

laughing proudly, you had gained the confidence to jump with your angel now that you'd played with it. "holy shit! that was great!" you rubbed your throat, wincing just slightly. but that pain was oh-so easily outweighed by the glee of such a great few songs. looking back at your bandmates, they were both just as excited.

"that new baby sounds nice as hell!" jinx whooped, laughing, spinning on her chair. "that was one of the best rehearsals yet- you are incredible, toots!"

"that was really awesome. you did great too, jinx," vi shot her a smile, and jinx returned it with the ever-professional finger guns. vi sounding so nonchalant when she looked like a kid in a candy store, it would never cease to make you smile.

"don't forget about yourself, vi! i swear, you play like a god. oh- 'scuze me, goddess." you giggled quietly, trying to ignore the intense glare jinx so graciously gave vi, practically like a beam of red-hot light.

vi's cheeks dusted pink at your compliment. which somehow took her by surprise, despite it being pretty much a ritual. "if i'm a goddess, you must be a god," she responded, soon after regaining her relaxed smile.

innocently, you shook your head. "psh, nah. i've got a long way to go. but- but thanks." you smiled softly at vi, before turning the same smile to jinx. "c'mon and join the diviners, huh, o goddess of the drums?"

breaking into a proud smile at your attention, jinx jumped at the opportunity, joining you and vi in the little group. she slung an arm over your shoulder, grinning. all three of you were quickly becoming tired, which meant crashing down on the couch with a pile of snacks and soft drinks, plugging in a show, and most likely falling asleep until vi realizes she has to go home. you and jinx would usually continue the event from there.

"speaking of diviners- that's a hella good name for our band! diviners, picture it now!" jinx splayed her hands out as if gesturing to a broad sign. you couldn't help but giggle.

"strong pitch. i like it. how 'bout you, vi?" both you and jinx looked at her- she didn't have much of a choice.

looking only at you, vi smiled. "it's perfect."

[kittydcoxx]

Stay with Me.

KAEYA X READER.

Warnings: light angst/heartbreak but nothing bad (happy ending)

The tavern was as crowded as usual, and by that meaning almost completely baren for a rainy Wednesday afternoon. As you order a apple cider from Charles, the tavern door bell rings and you instinctively turn to check.

"Ah~ it is pouring out, I need a drink to combat the dissapointment of getting my fur cape wet."

Kaeya. Of course he wasnt the last person you'd expect to see open the tavern doors, he just wasnt much of a "afternoon delight" type drinker. Still, you stare as he tries to cooly swipe off the wet rain from his uniform as he walks towards the counter and takes a seat next to you.

"Well, well! Good afternoon y/n! What a suprise to see a beauty such as yourself here at this hour."

He raises an eyebrow and smirks as he turns to look straight ahead and run his fingers through his hair, not allowing time for you to respond before he has a drink in his hand.

"Afternoon Captain,"

You face him and smirk with the same intensity of flirty-ness as he just had.

"Of course you would be surprised to see me at this hour, you usually drink yourself to sleep before i order a evening drink."

You chuckle and look straight ahead and take a swig of your beverage, the confidence of your little witty come back replays as the cider burns your throat.

"Oh ho, well thats quite the attitude! I must ask, whats the purpose of this?"

"Hmm?"

"The occasion? I've never seen you drink three days in a row, I've been sober enough to pay attention to that."

The truth is, the last few days you've been at a bit of a crossroads. You know you and the Cavalry Captain share feelings, but you have a job offer in Natlan. This job is a dream to you, ever since you were a child. You could never dream of passing this opportunity, but you question if this possible romance could be the first significant one. You've been meaning to bring it up to him, but recently you just havent seen enough of him to bring up the subject. As a result, you turned to the more than occassional drink at the tavern to brighten your mood from the decision that faces you.

"Well then if you're interested, it actually... might concern you."

Your face is flushed red due to nerves, of course it doesnt directly concern him since nothing astronomical has occured in order to absolutely weigh your decision based on a man, but you didnt want to leave without warning.

"I see, well, we haven't..." His cheeks grow the slightest bit red as his eyes skip to look around then back at you.

"we haven't progressed to that yet, have we? I mean, you're not pregnant are you?"

"What?!" You're taken aback by the direct-ness of his statement, about the fact that he thought it could even have been a possibility. Was it confirming your suspicions of him returning feelings? "No, i- its not that! That is out of the question completely!" You yelp as you shake your hands as a frantic meaning of saying "Absolutely no way".

"Of course! of course.. i just figured i'd ask in case, but i guess drinking for a few days regularly isnt particularly healthy for a baby."

You roll your eyes and take another swig. Oh boy.

"It's actually more of an advice thing, i suppose."

"Ah~ well! lets discuss then, hm!" He happily takes a sip of his wine, his face surprisingly relieved.

"So? What do you need the great Master Kaeya's guidance on?" He smiles and giggles slightly.

"Actually, I'd like to take this outside."

"But its raining cats and-"

"Outside. please."

Your tone picks up more aggresively and he gets the memo. He takes one more sip of his beverage and you do the same with yours. You pay Charles and meet Kaeya right at the door.

"Get ready for the rain, sweetheart"

Your heart jumps as he grabs your wrist and swings open the door, pulling you with him down the street, stopping at a small archway behind a building, big enough to comfortably converse without being cramped or drenched.

"Now, where were we?"

"right.. well.." You look down and fidget with your thumbs, only to look back up at him and see him gazing into your eyes, examining your soul and what felt like your heart. Did he already know? It sure felt like it.

"I have a big decision to make, but i want to ask you before i come to a concrete decision."

He nods as a sign to continue talking, acknkowledging his position in helping you decide.

"I might have to move away. To natlan more specifically. I've recieved a dream~ job offer that i simply cant refuse, unless i was faced with new circumstances here in Mondstadt."

"Hm, And how do i play a role in this?" He asks as he folds his arms and leans back against the stone wall.

You explain to him his part, and he lets you talk until you are completely finished. you tell him your feelings, your worries, your doubts, and your hopes. Every single one that included him in the package. He looks at you sternly the whole time, but he looks hurt at the same time and you wonder why.

"Well, i honestly dont know what to say to this y/n. You know i cant leave Mondstadt if we were to persue eachother."

"I know."

"Then why bother telling me? Why not just leave, hm? Before damage could be done? before you told me all this, confirmed my hopes in our relationship but crushed it with the fact that you 'might' leave? You should have just spared me and left!"

He looks emotional and teary eyed, much more that you're used to seeing from a man who held such a cool composure 24/7. Have you hurt him that much? Does he hate you?

"I can always stay if you wan-"

"No. Its your dream job, and you shouldnt pass it off. I just cant promise that i'll wait for you."

He steps closer to you, inches from your face. His breath is warm and it contrasts with the cold rainy air. He slowly takes your hand and hold it in his, then lands a soft passionate kiss onto your lips. A few seconds of the kiss pass and he breaks for air and looks at you, making strong magnetic eye contact with you.

"Y/n, I can't wait for you."

"You dont have to. I can stay."

He runs his hands up your arms and grips firmly onto your shoulders and kisses you again, and when he pulls back he lets out a heavy sigh.

"There's no staying, just be safe. Please."

Your throat swells like a rock is stuck and your eyes burn hot along with your ears. You cant muster any words, you just stand there maintaining a sorrow eye contact for a few seconds.

As you both stare in silence, he slowly lets go of you, and as soon as his hands depart from yours, he turns and walks out and into the road. The further he walks and fades from your vision, the further you slide down the wall until your behind hits the wet floor as you curl up to your knees. Hard, Hot tears stream steadily down your cheeks as you hide your head in your knees, sobbing hard yet silently. Your heart aches and your stomach churns.

You want to run and look for him, grab him by the waist and embrace him in a hug from behind as you cry against his back, but he has already erased you from his plethora of memories as he sulks in his room with a drink. The night is weary and so are you. You walk home, replaying the scene in your mind over and over, and the instant you step into your home, you fall to your knees and sob once more.

You dont even close the door behind you. You cant do anything but cry, you had no idea you felt so strongly for Kaeya, but you had to put it all behind you.

He probably had.

What feels like an hour or two goes by and you barely made it to the couch, where you lay sprawled out, half on the couch and half not as you stare into empty space, thinking of nothing but everything at once. Why did his mood snap so quickly? Why did he cut you off? Was it self defense? What could he gain by pushing you away? You had no clue, but you didn't want to dwell on it and start crying again, so you just lay there trying to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a warm, slender hand grazes your back and rubs up and down softly.

"I'm sorry."

You jolt a little, but you dont get up immediately.

"How long have you been like this? Its almost night again y/n. Have you gotten up at all!? Your door was wide open, I was worried."

No response from you as you try to analyze the voice. It sounds like Kaeya, but you had remind yourself that he wanted nothing to do with you.

The man sighs and walks away. A hallucination for sure, you thought. The male comes back and lifts you by the shoulders. He sits on the couch and then lays your head onto his lap.

You look up and are met with blue eyes, one scarred and one as normal as you're used to seeing on him, though both glossy as if about to cry.

"Kaeya?"

"Mhm. Sit up Darling, you need to drink water."

You obey and sit close beside him, sipping the water he hands you with both hands on the glass like a child. He puts his arm around you and his hand on your head and gives you a soft yet quite long kiss on the head as you finish your water.

"Im sorry. We can work something out. I know that i shouldn't.. I can't push you away."

You dont fight his embrace as it gets firmer, and his body trembles slightly as if he is crying.

"Do you want me to stay?" you ask sheepishly.

"My dear, its up to you what you want. I'll follow you in whatever you decide. Im choosing to persue you, the rest is yours to seal."

"I want to stay." you state calmly.

"As you wish." He eyes your empty glass of water and gets up to pour you some more. When he comes back you sit against him again, and drink the glass empty, then put the glass on the coffee table and lay your head on his lap.  

"Sleepy?"

"Mhm.."

He chuckles and holds you as you fall asleep, giving you tender kisses all over your face. When you fall asleep, he carries you bridal style upstairs to your room and tucks you into your bed. For a moment he stands there and ponders leaving you to rest, but the guilt of the words he said yesterday and seeing your state today convinced him to stay at your side. He walks to the other side of the bed and crawls in beside you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gives you one more peck before falling asleep.

You wake up once in the middle of the night to use the restroom, and when you come back to your room you're awake enough to process the fact that Kaeya was indeed in your bed. You crawl up into where you were in the bed before but this time facing him. You run your fingers along his face, feeling every bone and inch of his smooth skin, his tan beauty enhanced by the glow of the moonlight that peeked in through the window across the room from the bed. Your run your fingers down his hair and admire how his hair falls down his body. You've only been this close to him once, but never had you touched him like this. Your face was red and your smile was definitely pronounced, and as you stroke his cheek his eyes slowly open to see your expression.

"Good morning y/n~" he smiles and wraps his arms around you softly.

"How did you sleep?"

"Actually, its midnight."

"Oh, i see. Well, lets fall back asleep shall we? Or are you wide awake?"

You don't respond immediately but instead wrap your arms around him and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"Back to sleep.."

He chuckles and brings you closer to his body, rubbing your back and stroking your hair until you both are hazy and about to fall asleep.

"I love you..." you whisper, half aware of what you just said and half not.

He pauses for a second, then gently squeezes your body as if to be his response back.

"I love you too.." he whispers back, his words echo in your mind as you drift to sleep, your dreams filled with nothing but happiness and him. 

You would stay in Mondstadt, but occasionally take trips to Natlan for a few weeks, and would try to take Kaeya with you if he wasn't too busy. The two of you became inseperable, and quite the item for some time, the story of your romance left most who heard it in tears.

After every time you tell the story, he grips your hand and grabs your face softly making you look into his eye.

"I'm glad you stayed."

He says as he pulls you in for a tender kiss, which is usually embarrassing in public but you dont mind in this case, because it was of genuine emotion and not of his flirtatious teasing.

You really do love him.

NOTES!!!!!!!!!!!

This was my first fanfic LMAO

[rogue-durin-16]

MISS SLYTHERIN

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: language and a little tiny bit of slut shaming (?) and making out

A/N: I was on the subway listening to Sweet Dreams and my brain went 'hOLd oN— bEAteR ReAdER 👁️👄👁️!' so here we are. Kinda long but worth it. Enjoy this <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

It was the first Saturday of the scholar year, and the first ten days tended to be the definition of chaos, so I had volunteered to help my House's prefects with the first years; I was in sixth year, so my first two weeks were mostly free anyway.

I was on my way to the dungeons to pick up the group of kids the prefects had assigned me when I bumped into my Ravenclaw friends, and I decided to chat a bit with them to catch up.

I had my back against one of the hallway's walls, therefore I saw the pair of towering, lean, redheaded figures jogging towards my friends to give them a jump scare.

"That's about it real— AAH!" My friend jolted at the infamous' twins, bumping them for scaring her. "Idiots!"

"Sorry, love." One of them passed his arms over two of my friends' shoulders, while his twin brother's eyes roamed over the circle, tilting his head in confusion when he reached me. "Hello?"

"Hey." I gave them a subtle wave and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, right!" My friend turned to me and pointed at the boy whose arm rested on her. "This is George and that's—"

"Fred Weasley." He introduced himself, offering me his hand to shake with a half smile that promised everything but boredom.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I responded, "Y/n Y/l/n." Our eyes locked; we didn't even attempt to hide the fact that we were measuring one another, and I knew I would have to endure the teasing on my friends' behalf later, but there was something in Fred's gaze that made me extremely curious about his intentions.

I let go of his hand, only for him to take a couple of steps in my direction to stand closer. "And how is it that I've never seen you before, Y/n Y/l/n?" He inquired, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

"I reckon you don't look much at the Slytherin table?"

His body tensed. "Oh?"

"Oh." I chuckled at his shock. "Scared much?"

The corner of his lips twitched up again. "Should I?"

"Guess that's on you to decide." We lingered on each other's gaze for a bit too long. "I think I'll get going." I was the one to avert my eyes in order to talk to my friends, who were already giving me that look. "See you lat— Oi!" Fred swooped the bag I was carrying off my shoulder and hung it on his.

"I'll carry this for you."

"I'm heading to my House."

"Where else would you be heading?" I turned to my friends in confusion, but they only shrugged; I didn't even have time to ask them what was he up to. "C'mon, Miss Slytherin!"

My eyes got big at the name and I spun around, rushing to catch up with him. "I can carry my own bag, you know that right?"

"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to walk with you." I quirked a brow at him when the ginger winked. "Tell me something."

"Like what?" I questioned, a confused yet amused grin dancing on my lips.

He shrugged, averting his gaze to nonchalantly look to the front "Dunno," He changed my bag to his other arm so it wouldn't be between us. "What do you think about Umbridge?"

"Well, she's got terrible taste in clothing." He laughed, and so did I. Just like that, we fell in a quite fluid and enjoyable conversation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"—And not only that, she's so smart—" I groaned burying my face in my bed's pillow, very aware that I had been talking about Y/n to George and Lee for at least fifteen minutes. "Yesterday she held my hand and I think my face turned red."

Lee's snort was followed by George's words. "So are you gonna ask her out or...?"

I grimaced. The last couple of weeks, somehow I had managed to bump into Y/n everywhere. It was as if the universe was throwing me towards her, but there was a voice in the back of my head that stopped me from making a move. "What if she says no?"

"Freddie, she blantantly flirts with you every time you see her." George stated with his eyebrows raised. "Just ask her out, mate."

"Aight," I nodded. "I'll do it next time I see her."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

When Adrian Pucey informed me that Crabbe wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming Quidditch match, I instantly regretted accepting my friends' dare of showing up at Quidditch tryouts.

Though I didn't put much effort on it, I got in the team as a reserve, and the moment had come for me to shine. How lovely.

I couldn't really back out of that one, so that's how I ended up in the Slytherin changing room before a match that would be played in the worst conditions. Since I was in deep already, I thought I might as well go for the win with everything I had.

"Oi, Malfoy!" I gestured the kid to come closer, which he did with reluctancy. "Don't give me that look— I don't like you either."

"What."

"You're not half as good as Potter—" Before he started the rant of insults, I spoke again. "Shut it. You're not half as good but you're faster." My words were clear and slow, making sure he would understand. "Keep your eyes on Potter— if he moves, you move."

He seemed to hesitate, weary of my advice, but then he gave me a subtle nod and walked away.

"C'mon, on your feet everyone!" Our captain called us and we obeyed; as we approached our entrance to the pitch, thunders could be heard louder and louder. "We're not only for the win, we're gonna crush them." He shouted, partially so we could hear him over the racket of the storm and the muffled hubbub of the crowd, but also because he wanted us to know how serious he was about it. "Glasses!" I took a deep breath, grasping the bat "Broomsticks!" The gate opened as I mounted my broomstick. "UP!"

"AND HERE COMES SLYTHERIN!!" We heard Lee Jordan's voice as we took off to go around the pitch in formation.

Even before we flew over the Ravenclaw stands, obnoxiously loud cheers of my friends could be heard, and I couldn't help but laugh.

FRED'S P. O. V.

"The hell are they cheering on?" I frowned at the Ravenclaw stands going nuts when our rivals passed over them. "It's bloody Slytherin!"

My brother, who was waiting besides me for the match to start, scanned the stands, and then the opposite team; in an instant, he stood upright and nudged me with his bat. "Oi, look!" George called my attention over the roaring crowd after the Slytherin team had passed over our heads. "The beater! Number 6!"

I looked for their number 6 in the pitch, only finding what George was talking about when they stopped at their starting points. Squinting my eyes, I managed to read through the rain the back of the robe. "Y/l/n— Y/n?!" George laughed loudly, following Angelina's cue and flying to his respective mark in the circle.

"Move!" Katie yelled, flying past me and snapping me out of my awe. Had she always been a beater?

When I reached them, I saw Y/n meticulously making sure she had everything secured.

Our eyes, despite the glasses and the pouring rain, managed to meet seconds before Madam Hooch's blowed her whistle, and I would have sworn she gave me a smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"FRED PAY ATTENTION!" Not even Angelina's yells were enough to bring my mind back to the match, something I regretted instantly; a bludger had been beaten in her direction and nearly knocked her out of the broom. "FUCK!" The quaffle fell from her arm, only to be picked up by one of the Slytherin chasers. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

"Sorry!"

"Freddie what the hell!" George had flown to us, probably in hopes to stop the bludger from clocking Angelina. "Will you focus?!"

"Yeah— Sorry!" I apologised again— well, it was more like a grunt rather than an apology. "Go back to Harry!"

"Defend our bloody chasers!" He scolded me before heading off.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the bludgers and not on Y/n.

The rain kept getting heavier; not even the Impervious charm seemed to work repelling the water from the glasses anymore.

I was cold, drenched, tired and befuddled; my legs were stiff and my arms numb, so I definitely did not see it coming; for that matter, I thought it was a strong blow of wind at first, so the shock that struck me when I was knocked off my broom was a big one.

I heard loud gasps and a scream or two coming from the stands, followed by Lee commenting something about the beater being beaten; in another situation —one where it wouldn't be fucking pouring and I could climb back up to my broom—, I would probably have laughed at it.

But right now, with the hand I held my bat in slipping off the broomstick, the last thing I wanted to do was laugh.

READER'S P. O. V.

Once I had dodged the bludger away from Pucey, my eyes roamed around looking for the other one. which had just been beaten away by Goyle and, intentionally or not, the bludger went straight to Fred.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw his broom flip due to the hit, leaving him clinging onto it.

My eyes went straight to his brother, who was way to far to help, and then to their captain, who was adamant to score points.

"Fuck." I groaned through gritted teeth as I turned my broomstick and flew towards the Gryffindor beater in distress.

"Y/L/N STRAYS FROM HER POSITION AND— FLIES TO WEASLEY?" Jordan's commentaries reached my ears right when I got to Fred. I stretched my arm and grabbed his hand just in time for him not to slip off the broom. He gripped onto my hold for dear life as I used my broom as a leverage to pull him back up, a groan escaping my lips. "LOOKS LIKE NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE ARSES!"

I waited until he was steadily secured to let go of his hand. "Next time let go of the bat!" I advised with a teasing grin before flying off to my previous position.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/L/N" I knew I was going to get shit for what I had just done, but I was expecting my captain to wait until the match had ended.

"HE WAS GONNA FALL OFF!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

"WELL LET HIM FALL THE FUCK OFF!" The captain retorted, venom dripping off his tongue. "WITH ANY LUCK HE'LL KILL HIMSELF OFF!" I didn't expect those words to come out, not even from that mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" I beat an incoming bludger away from us before shouting, "SUCK MY METAPHORICAL DICK, YEAH?!" And with that, I flew off to defend Malfoy, who was rushing to Potter. Surprisingly enough, he had followed my advice. I flew on Malfoy's track, dodging a bludger away twice until he gave a final sprint and caught the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The team started to celebrate as soon as we landed, and I thought I would take advantage of that and change into dry clothes, but I didn't have the chance before someone called my name from the entrance.

"Psst— Y/n." I turned around to see Fred standing there.

"Do you have a death wish?" I spoke quietly, though a smile appeared on my gaze as soon as I saw him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out there." His cold fingertips brushed my wet cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he leaned on to place a kiss there. "Aw you're blushing!"

"I'm not blushing, I'm cold," I excused myself, averting my eyes from him.

Maybe it was his loud snort, or maybe the fact that I was missing, but the changing room fell silent as my team's attention was directed to us.

"Oi!" My captain looked Fred up and down, stepping to where we stood. "You're not welcome here."

"Chill," Fred shrugged, his hand lingering on my forearm. "I was congratulating her on her victory." His tone foreshadowed chaos. "Since, you know, it's obviously her doing." I glared at the ginger my hand going to his forearm, silently warning him to stop. "Can't command your own team, can you?"

his arm folded so his palm would be on my forearm too, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"She should've let you fall off that hand-me-down broom of yours." Fred's grip on my forearm tightened; by the look on his face and the way his jaw clenched, I could tell my teammate had successfully hit a nerve.

"Shut the hell up, will you?" I snapped. "Can't you enjoy the victory without being an arse?"

"You fucking slut—"

"Imaginative." I cut him off, unbothered. "Want a cookie for the effort?"

"Listen now—" Just as he went to grab my bicep, a large hand pushed my captain away, making him stumble back.

"C'mon, mate, give me a reason to beat the shit out of you." Fred said, pulling me to stand besides him instead of between them. Fred's switch was about to flip, and I was desperate for a professor to step in.

As if I had summoned them, i caught a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall walking in my direction from the stairs of the teachers's tower.

"I'd love to see you try." The boy in front of us scoffed. "There's already too much ginger scum besmearing the pure blood, I'll be glad to send you straight to the hosp—"

It was far from expected it would be me punching that asshole strong enough to make him trip and fall.

"Miss Y/l/n!" Oh, right. McGonagall. "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"And fifty points for Slytherin." Snape added in his usual unimpressed tone. "Due to the comradeship you've shown during the match." I widened my eyes at the statement. "Though I can't ignore this, so Y/l/n, turn up in my class tomorrow morning for your punishment. Now, shall we, Minerva?"

"We're leaving too." I informed Fred in low voice, grabbing my bag before pulling him out of the Slytherin changing room.

"That was one hell of a punch." He observed with a chuckle once we were out. "Remind me not to mess with you."

I breathed out a laugh and we fell silent as we walked under the stands towards the exit, the only noise being the rain ricocheting on its structure.

"Thank you." He whispered, his fingers brushing against mines and consequently sending shivers down my spine. "For sticking up for me."

"I expect a reward at the least." I replied, playfully bumping his shoulder before letting my fingers intertwine with his.

"What would that be?" He inquired, that half smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

I shrugged, looking ahead of us with a grin of my own. "That's up to you."

"Will a kiss do?" He mused.

"Depends on how good the kiss is." I begged for my cheeks not yo turn bright red.

In a swift movement he spun me around and his lips landed on mines. His free hand, initially on my cheek, travelled down to my hips, pulling my flush against him while my own hands tangled on his damp hair.

Probably it wasn't a short kiss, but it felt like it when his mouth left mine, and I couldn't help the sight of displeasure that escaped my vocal cords.

He chuckled, our eyes fluttering open at the same time. "Was it good enough?" He teased with a quirked brow.

"Dunno." I muttered, my eyes falling on his lips again. "I think you'll need to try again—"

"To be sure." He finished, and I could only nod; I wouldn't mind the teasing as long as his lips came back to mines.

This time the kiss was deeper, my hands roaming over his wet robes and his over mines; it was only when my back was met with a post that I realized he was backing me into the darker part of the framework, which I did not oppose to.

Quiet moans began to be breathed into the kiss when he nibbled on my lower lip or my hands tugged on his locks.

We had to pull away when steps and voices where heard coming from both changing rooms.

"I think we should kiss more often." He suggested breathless against my lips.

"Agreed."

"I think you should go out with me too."

I had to bite back a laugh. "Agreed again."

"Well, that was easy." The surprised on his gaze was way too amusing.

"Did you think I'd say no?"

"Duh!"

"You're an idiot, Fred Weasley."

"Aw but you love it." He wiggled his brows at me and I smacked his chest.

[dynyamight]

I've seen a lot of people do it, so if you are up for it~ Ship your moots!

FINALLY. THE AWAITED LIST OF MOOTS IS COMPLETE. sorry this took forever anon!!

now, this is going to be long & i will try not to overexplain my ship pairings. did i take time to think about each paring? yes. but, will they be serious? no. they are dumb & silly.

let the crack pairings begin <3!!

@dekusneakers x BAKUGOU & TODOROKI now you would think? sneakers in a throuple? how come? mmm simple. i couldn’t choose one for her so she gets both. the more the merrier. besides, she deserves love from both sides, kisses on both cheeks. one begrudgingly smooch & one icy kith. as a deku kin, she’s completely satisfied. you’re welcome

@izusun x AIZAWA & ORCA similarly, i can’t have my bestie here with just ONE babe. so, i thought why don’t we get a fatherly figure & a dad bod to give her all the love she needs. so yes, bestie, you two deserves hugs at both sides of you. a twiggy one & a muscly one. the sun needs some shade, & that shade is these men.

@midnightpirates x SUKUNA he’s a mass murderer !! you can’t— oh, but i can. you see, yanna here hates mahito & guess who was the one to fuck up his shit. ah, that’s right, it was sukuna. two mahito an/tis sitting in a tree <3 it’s the perfect match made in hell.

@goth-himbo-dabi x DOCTOR WHO once again, people might wonder: why not dabi? my answer? it’s because my bby here finds the twiggy men attractive. i know, bummer. & you can’t get any twiggy-er than david tennant & matt smith. but which doctor? all of them.

@minisheku x KAMINARI i see you simp for his dunce face. & honestly, who wouldn’t?? also, i originally put sheepku,, but that’s ,, a bit weird. but, here’s the solution. you OWN a sheepku, with kaminari. ah yes, a modern day family unit. & he can entertain you, as well as be a source of electricity for your drawing tablet !! resources !!

@oyavaski x EN you said he was hot literally in your tags earlier in a reblog. so, i am simply gifting you water to quench your thirst. may you two meet in afo, & fall in love in the subconscious of deku’s mind. will deku feel awks? yeah. but like pfft, he’s so whipped for bkg, he’ll forget you two chilling in the corner of his thoughts.

@okworstie x GOJO & WATARI i never have to look up the gojo tag, like ever. because you’re always plastering his face all over my timeline. & yes, this is a good thing. but, the same applies to watari. i have never even seen bakudiez, or whatever it’s called, but apparently he’s aro, & there’s a moth man, & tape hits post limit thursday’s? yeah just keep both, mimi.

@rrandomtthings x AN/TI as one of fellow loyal, amazing bkdks, i think it’s only fitting that you find true love with a bkdk an/ti. create the banti we seek in our community. the enemies to lovers trope is in your blood, written in your deku genes. so, i dedicate the banti movement with this small offering of a ship. may you find diamonds on the minecraft server & build a diamond cabin.

@believeyourgalaxy x ITADORI you two are such cinnamon rolls !!!! super friendly. super kind. super relatable. & together, you guys can pin over megumi. maybe hopefully, sam can help itadori with his low iq brain to finally get together with megumi. because damn, sam can be like “this is my boyfriend, itadori. & this is itadori’s boyfriend, megumi.”

@wrensknight x SHIRAKUMO i didn’t even know it was oboro birthday, until you not only made a public post about to, but made art for him. cloud boy needs that partner to respect & cherish him entirely. & you just treat him so right?? draw him so good?? i hope you can go cloud watching & then later, ride the clouds with him. till death do you guys uh,, you know,,

@b1m0 x MIDORIYA you can't stand when he gets injured, let alone reckless & trying to save the world, when he should literally be saving his own ass. but, that just means you care about him DEEPLY. plus, you both are wholesome people. obviously two cinnamon rolls make a whole bakery !! & who doesn't want a bakery ?? i sure do! wehjw idk why i brought the point here, but just know you two make sense.

@mysterionrising x RENGOKU & VIGILANTE DEKU it’s that enemies to lovers trope once again !! for someone who wrote him off as annoying the first seconds she met him, kenny sure flipped over to the stan side. ever since then, i can only see kenny when i see rengoku. but, you know who else reminds me of kenny. vigilante deku. it’s super fruity that you have an entire bomb playlist for him. so keep him too !!

@kamishima x KIRISHIMA you are the biggest kiri simp i have ever met. you basically ship kiri with anyone who makes him happy. though, you do have a lot of ships, but with kiri it’s different. & so, i was thinking ‘mmm, if bug ships kiri with so many people?? shouldn’t she ship him with HERSELF?’ boom. suddenly both kiri & bug are happy, with a lovely home. my work here is done.

@ckatsudon x LAW LIET did i dig through your blog. why yes. & you know what i found? reblogs & tags dedicated to L. he’s best boy. he’s precious. he deserves a better end. an end with you. mmhmm !! because if we rewrote death note, where you were light, i think L & light could have been canon. & that also would make you happy. & the rest of the entire world

@drfox-kinnie x UNIKITTY i don’t even know the show, let alone who unikitty is exactly. but, you reblogged a banner, confirming your love for unikitty. & so, i am of course doing you a big favor !! she’s bubbly, friendly, & passionate just like you !! & bestie, while i may not know nothing about her, i know you love her. so, maybe you two platonically have a wonderful time, adventuring with the other wholesome characters !! also,, is she big enough to travel on? if so, look i got you a cat car!!

@midorree x MINACHAKO i ship you with another ship. why? because i can. besides, you are like my moot who is genuinely a head leader of the minachako ship on my timeline, & you have steadily been converting me?? but, i also noticed that mina AND uraraka have stolen your heart, & you have yet to fight them for it back. i hope you three can go into a brawl & see who can grab each other’s hands fastest.

@kiribakuxkacchakolover x HATSUME YOU HAVE IT AS YOUR TITLE HEADER. like you are literally having a billboard that calls mei your cutie patootie. &, you ask, & you shall receive. i hope you two can be the dorkiest nerds together, & ramble for eons & eons. i hope i’m invited to the transformer wedding you two will have <,3

@balaroo x MIRUKO like before, you too have your interest out in the open in your title header. but, you see, miruko is a total babe, with confidence & ego & with this stride that makes even the most alpha male quiver. you would be a total wife to miruko’s girlboss energy & that’s why this ship totally works.

@quix-mix x FREDDY FAZBEAR my precious lil young moot, i dug into your blog & noticed you enjoy the fnaf games. & mmm are you perhaps wanting to cuddle a certain demonic teddy bear? well, i approve. he'll fall in love, head over heels, with your art, he might not possess you right away !! might. but, listen, you always do enjoy the villains (; i gotchu !!

@lonely-rabbit x LANCE you said we’re moots & i agree, we are. however, i have noooo idea what even are your preferences. so, i went digging. & it’s such a coincidence that we bonded over our voltron trauma, & yet you still continue to simp over lance. &, like i don’t blame you !!! he’ll always be dumb baby & so all i ask is that you love him, for our sake. & sanity.

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

For the cns au - I've been hoping wondering if the reader will have a reason to go see head counselor Jinho 🤔 like maybe they had an important question or got into a predicament and Jinho was very helpful and the reader really appreciated it - 🐾

AFAB!Reader x Jo Jinho

Word Count: 2907

Contents: dom!Jinho, holding down, teasing, fingering (reader receiving), protected sex

Note: this is unedited so if you see a lot of words missing the letter n no you dont my n key is acting up

[6:54]

“I heard you needed help.”

You spun around, away from the canoe shed door, eyes landing on Jinho as he strolled across this grass, evening breeze blowing between the two of you.

“Yeah? I really thought Hongseok was gonna come.”

Jinho shrugged. “He’s busy with something. And the kids listen to me better. I assume they’re still in there?”

“Yep,” you sighed. “I don’t know if someone dared them or they just decided to hide in there to be mischievous.”

“It’s Changbin and Donghyuck?”

“Yep.”

“Yeah, $10 bucks says Minho dared them.”

“I’d believe it. I’ve told them to come out but they just keep laughing and they’re holding it closed.” You sighed. “I still have to finish putting the canoes up too.”

Jinho motioned to you to let him handle it. He stepped closer to the door and knocked on it before yelling “Hey!” much louder than you were expecting, loud enough to make you jump.

The boys popped their heads up in the small window on the door, surprised by Jinho’s voice.

“Come on out. You can get into trouble elsewhere.”

The two merely stuck their tongues out at him while giggling madly.

Jinho leaned against the doorframe. “Ah that’s too bad. I guess you guys will just miss the treat Jeonghan and I have been planning. It’s cool, I’ll give your cake to someone else.”

They both popped up to watch him as he pushed away from the door. “It’s like you forgot about the party I throw the last evening. But it’s all good, we’ll enjoy ourselves without you.”

The handle started to jiggle. Your brow furrowed as you listened to them pushing before Changbin shoved his shoulder against the door.

And it didn't budge.

Changbin and Donghyuck looked up, fear starting to fill their eyes. You rushed to the door with your key, muttering curses under your breath, but it wasn't locked, it was jammed shut and stuck. No amount of wiggling the lock got it open. You tried pushing on it to push it in while Changbin and Donghyuck started panicking.

“Allow me,” Jinho said. 

“I-I- okay?” You stepped back, unsure what he was going to do. Jinho motioned for Changbin and Donghyuck to step back before rolling out his shoulders. You watched as he backed away a few steps before charges at the door and slamming it open with his shoulder. The door yielded, opening from the force of his push. He held onto it to steady himself as you bit the inside of your lip.

You had to admit, it was kinda hot.

“Thank you!” Cried Donghyuck. “I didn’t wanna die in there.”

“You weren’t going to die,” Jinho assured him. “And you’re welcome.”

“Can- Can we still have cake?” Changbin asked almost shyly.

Jinho ruffled his hair, “Yes, you can. Now, it’s the least you can do to put up those last few canoes and then go help Hansol and Chan with cleaning the cabin.”

“Are you gonna check it before the party?” Changbin asked.

“Of course,” Jinho chuckled. The two boys sighed but did as he said, putting the canoes in their proper places before he sent them off to their cabins. You wandered into the shed to check their work and Jinho followed you.

“You’re like some kind of magician with them,” you mumbled.

“Nah, I just know that food always works. And they respect me, even the troublemakers.”

“Well, thank you,” you said, “and for getting the door open. That was…”

“Was?”

You met his gaze. “Hot?”

Jinho laughed. “Is that why you’re having a hoe summer? You just get horny that easily?”

“Shut up!” You said, feeling your face growing hot. “Not everything turns me on. But you just pushed the door in just like that.”

“Well that explains Hongseok,” he chuckled.

You whacked his arm weakly. “Let me be a hoe in peace. He’s hot and he made it sexual. How did you even hear about that?”

“I know everything,” he said. “How did that happen anyway?”

“I brought him lesson plans ad the he was stiff so I gave him a massage-”

Jinho snorted. “That was your first mistake.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” you said. “He’s good. And it was fun.”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” he said, leaning against the wall. “But I feel like it still proves my point that you get turned on easy and you’re always ready.”

“I am not always ready-”

“Do you have condoms on you right now?”

You felt your face burning as you realized that you did indeed have condoms in your pocket. All you could do was sputter while Jinho howled with laughter.

“You see?” He laughed.

“Yeah okay, I see your point,” you muttered. “But just because you turned me on doesn’t mean anyone would.”

“Thanks for trying to make me feel special,” he grinned.

“I-”

“And trying to get into my pants,” he teased.

“I-I’m not?!” You cried. “I didn’t- you- it-”

Jinho walked up to you, chuckling, before he pressed a finger to your lips to hush you.

“I’m just teasing you,” he snickered. “But you’re making it too easy.”

“Well I’m not doing it on purpose,” you muttered. You barely noticed that he was walking you backwards

“Yeah, still kinda cute though.” He smirked.

“Okay now I’m starting to think you’re trying to get into my pants,” you said.

“The thought had crossed my mind,” he said. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“Shut up!” You said. You felt your back against the door and how he gently pushed you back into it until the door was closed behind you.

“Do you really want me to?”

You broke away from his gaze, feeling even more flustered from his call out. You didn’t like admitting how much you liked teasing. But…”

“No,” you mumbled.

You felt Jinho’s finger under your chin, tilting you head up to look at him. “That’s what I thought.”

He closed the distance, kissing you. You melted into his kisses easily, wrapping your arms around his neck. Jinho’s hands found your waist. He pressed your hips back against the door, kissing you more and more deeply by the moment.

You let his tongue past your lips easily. Your brain was whirring with the teasing words he had already said and the things he could say. It had you curling your fingers into his shirt as he pressed his hips against you, managing to slip a thigh between your legs.

You ground very subtly against his thigh. Your arousal was steadily growing from the way he kissed you, the grip he had on your hips, and the movements of your own hips. Arousal was sparking within you, warming your core and making you wetter. Sighs started to pass your lips between kisses.

From the way he smirked against your lips he seemed to have caught on.

“How far do you want to go?” He murmured, lips moving to kiss along your jaw.

“I do have condoms,” you sighed contentedly at the feeling of his kisses.

“You really do get turned on fast,” he chuckled.

“I-I meant- I- Not yet-” you mumbled.

He pulled back to look at you, a smirk on his lips. His hands pulled yours away from his shirt.

“I know that,” he chuckled. “But you’re already so eager. Are you like this with everyone or am I just that special?”

You felt yet more heat on your face. You couldn’t come up with a good answer and the way he pulled your hands above your head and held them in one of his didn’t help at all. In fact it only made you more flustered how quickly he was affecting you. Clearly, he had found a weak spot and had no problem exploiting it.

“And now I don’t even get an answer,” he said. “You poor thing. I’ve barely done a thing and you’re already a mess.”

“I’m not- I-I just- You-re r-really- Oh~” You let out a moan as he pushed his hand into your shorts, moving his knees back. His fingers didn’t need much time to find your clit and he started rubbing quick, smooth, circles against your sensitive bud.

He leaned his lips right next to your ear. His voice dropped lower and he spoke in a smooth tone. “Am I just that good or are you just that sensitive?” He questioned.

“Y-You-re- It’s-” You couldn’t explain how your brain was turning to putty so fast. The movement of his fingers did you no favours at all. The arousal and pleasure coming from his ministrations was coursing through you already. You tugged your arms slightly but he held them strongly, all you could do was roll your hips into his hand.

“M-More,” you finally managed.

“Why doesn’t that surprise me,” he teased.

A whine passed your lips. You were thankful that even in his teasing he wasn’t making you wait. He was turning you on fast and it felt like your brain was already off. You just wanted to feel more. As he eased one finger into your heat and started pumping it steadily you started to think about how good his cock would feel inside you.

“Mmmm good,” you hummed, letting your eyes fully close.

“I know it is,” he chuckled. “I know you’re enjoying it. You’re already so wet.”

“Y-You’re good,” you stumbled out.

“Is that all?” He teased. “Are there no thoughts in that pretty head?”

You let your head fall to the side, biting your lip. The pleasure was building more and more and already you were starting to feel the coil in your core curling tightly as your body started building towards release. It only increased as he easily slid a second finger into your heat.

“It- I-I-”

“Tell me what you’re thinking about, beautiful,” he purred.

“J-Just- Just your cock,” even in your needy state the words still made your skin burn. You couldn’t help the moans falling off of your lips now from the way his two fingers moved inside you. Whether you wanted to admit it or not you were getting more and more needy by the second. You knew you wanted more than his fingers, even if they did feel good. Your mind had one track as it clouded more and more with lust. He just wanted to feel him inside of you.

Jinho chuckled. “You’re that desperate? Already thiking about how I’m going to fuck you?”

“Y-Yes,” you gasped as his fingers moved a little faster. You felt the slight tremble in your legs as your need grew. Even from within your shorts you would hear the lewd sounds of his fingers fucking into your core. And his lips, teasing your neck with kisses and murmuring right into your ear was not helping matters at all.

“It’s cute,” He purred. “It’s cute that you want me that badly. It’s cute how quickly you got yourself worked up over me. I didn’t have to do anything. You’re just too cute.”

You couldn’t wrap your mind around his words, how their contents sounded like a compliment but they felt like he was making fun of you. You knew he was teasing you, you knew he was messing with you and getting joy from it. And the more that swirled in your mind the more you became flustered.

But, what was decidedly worse, however, was the way your dripping cunt clenched around his fingers each time he said something.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He chuckled.

“Jinho,” you whined quietly. It was one thing to get turned on by it. It was another entirely to say it out loud. 

“You have to be able to say what you like,” he teased, pressing a third finger into your heat. “And besides, it’ll be cute.”

“Y-Yes- Fuck- Yes, I like i-it,” you stammered. You were even more flustered and turned on from it. His three fingers moving in you were heavenly and your arms started to pull at where he was holding them. The coil in your core was now pulled tighter as you tried to touch him, feeling him press his body against yours to help you stay up against the wall.

“See how easy that was to admit?” He said. “But you’re getting needy for even more now, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” your voice was whiny and desperate now as your hips tried to rock and grind down on his fingers.

“Yes,” you gasped, “P-Please.”

Jinho pulled his fingers from your core. You panted to catch your breath until he stuck the fingers in your mouth, a mess of your own juices. You felt your skin heat as he gazed at you with pure lust in his expression. It only made you needier and painfully aware of how empty you now felt. 

Jinho shifted off his own shorts, letting go of your hands. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and kissed you roughly, nearly making you breathless. His hands went into your back pocket, gripping your ass and finding a condom which he pulled out before pulling back from the kiss.

“Take those shorts off, beautiful,” he smirked.

You were all too eager to kick them off, taking the moment to admire Jinho’s cock as he rolled the condom on. His gaze came up to meet yours with a smirk and you felt yourself clenching around nothing, your own juices starting to wet the tops of your thighs.

“Turn around for me,” he purred.

You did just what he said, bracing yourself against the door. You bit down on your lip in anticipation as he took your hip in one hand. You felt the tip of his cock rubbing through your folds and you let out a shuddering breath as he aligned himself with your entrance.

“Fuck~” The word fell off your lips in a moan as he sunk his cock into your heat. You felt yourself clenching around him already, your body desperate for the sensation. A rush of pleasure went through your body at the way you stretched around his cock and before he could even bottom out you were bouncing back on him impatiently.

“You’re lucky I’m just as impatient,” he purred, though his voice was slightly rougher now. He brought his other hand to your hip, holding you tightly before he pulled early fully out of you and then slammed back into you.

Jinho set a fast, hard pace with his thrusts that kept you pressed against the door easily. He let out a series of groans and low moans as he got into his rhythm. His hands dug into your hips to hold them as still as he could whole he pounded his cock into you.

Pleasure burst through your body from each thrust of his cock. It made your legs shake and your head spin and it felt so good.You let your head fall forward against the door, cheek pressing into the cool wood as you moaned out for him.

“God you feel good,” he moaned, already getting lost in the feeling.

“P-Please,” you gasped. What you were pleading for you didn’t know. You simply wanted to keep feeling this sublime sensation indefinitely. He didn’t show any signs of slowing, keeping his pace quick and rough in a way that had your head spinning and your legs weak.

He leaned in so he was a little closer to your ear. “I’m not gonna stop,” he murmured, though his voice was breathy and a bit strained. “I want to feel you cumming on my cock.”

You moaned out his name, pressing and tilting your hips back more for him.

“Damn, you take me so well,” he praised. “Your little cunt is so needy for me.”

You felt yourself clenching for every phrase that left his lips. They had you reeling, so impossibly aroused and getting so close to your own release. You couldn’t think of full sentences to say, only moans and vague whines made it off your lips., but you eagerly drank in everything he said to you.

“Are you going to cum for me?” He asked.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned.

You felt him drop a hand from your hip and wrap it around you instead. His hand came between your legs and you cried out at the sensation as he started to rub his fingers across your clit quickly.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your whole body shook and your clenched hard around Jinho’s cock. You felt the way the feeling of your release extended to every inch of your being, leaving the warm, fuzzy, over sensitive afterglow in its wake.

Your legs shook and the only things that held you up were Jinho’s hands and the door. He kept going, even as you started to whine, until he finally came with a beautiful low moan. You felt each throb of his cock inside you as he released into the condom.

He was careful as he pulled out of you before helping you over to one of the canoes on the ground. He brought you to sit down and let you rest against his shoulder while you caught your breath.

“That was good,” you hummed.

He hummed in agreement. “And you’re so cute when you get worked up easily.”

You groaned, hiding in his shoulder and he laughed. “I should at least get some cake in exchange for all that teasing,” you grumbled.

“Deal,” he chuckled.

[jaycewrites-192000]

Growl: Chapter 8

Warnings: None

Tag List: @theravencawsatmidnight @etroman @kaariqueen

Your P.O.V

For once, I was actually looking forwards to going to school. Thanks to Kyotani, I've become steadily more confident in my academic skills. It's not a huge step forwards, but, a step forwards none the less. My grades have been getting better as well, which was just a added bonus to my already great mood. I would have to really consider how I'm going to thank him for all his hard work. Maybe I'll take him out to eat somewhere he likes? Or maybe take him and Killer to a dog park? Or we could go to that new guitar shop that just opened up a well ago, he does play bass after all, maybe he'd want to check out what they had.

"Maybe he can teach me how to play too." I chuckle. Geez, this all was starting  to sound like I wanna ask him out in a date. It's not totally untrue. I would like to ask him out but, there's no way I could actually go through with it. I don't even think he likes me like that. "Man...this sucks. Why can't I just-" My words were cut short when I suddenly bumped into someone. "Oh! I'm sorry!" I quickly apologized. The person I ran into turned to face me, oh....great. "Uh, hey there...you?" I say awkwardly. "You? Really?" The person of, girl, I ran into was an old "enemy" of mine. "I think I've made myself known to you the last time we met." She spat as she placed her hand on her hip.

This was Chiharu Kumiko, also known as, "Oikawa's number one fangirl". She's hated me since the day I became friends with him, always thought we were dating or I had a crush on him. Which was the furthest thing from the true, and yet, she still had it out for me. "Yeah you did. Now if you don't mind, I need to get to class." I say as I try and walk past her. "Sure, "get to class". So you can hoe around with Oikawa-Senpai?" Ignore her, Y/n, ignore her. She's just trying to start a fight, a fight I will finish if she keeps pissing me off. "Bitch I know you hear me!" Kumiko grabs onto my arm and jerks me back. "Let go!" I snap at her, yanking my arm away. The commotion we were causing seem to attract a small group of people. Great, just what I wanted. Kumiko raised her hand to strike me, but before she got the chance, someone grabbed her hand. We both look back at the person who stopped her. "Kyotani?"

"What do you think you're doing?" I could tell Kyotani was furious. His voice was intimidating and his eyes narrowed. I was surprised he wasn't crushing Kumiko's hand right now, he was defiantly holding back. "The hell!? Let go of me you freak!" Kumiko jerks her hand away from Kyotani. Before she left, she turned to me, glaring daggers. "This isn't over, skank." With that, she storms off. I roll my eyes, my attention now back at the crowd, I hid my face in embarrassment. Thanks a lot Kumiko, you attention seeking bitch. "Problem!?" Kyotani snaps at them. The crowd eventually dispersed and continued on their own ways.

"Are you ok? Did she hurt you?" Kyotani asked. I shake my head, a smile retuning to my face. "Thank you Kyotani." I say gratefully. "What's that girl's problem?" He asks. "She has a thing for Oikawa and she thinks I do too."

"Do you?" That question kinda took me by surprise. I didn't know Kyotani would be interested in stuff like that. "No. He's annoying." That made him chuckle. 'Cute...oh right' I suddenly remembered, I still have to thank him. "Um, Kyotani. I wanted to thank you for helping me study. My grades have been getting better because of your help! So, I was thinking...maybe I could take you somewhere as a thank you. If you want to, that is."

"O-oh...sure you can if you want." Kyotani murmurs. "Really? Cool! Let's meet up after school ok?" Kyotani nods, I wave him goodbye before hurrying to class.

Your P.O.V.

I waited at the school gate for Kyotani, and I just could help but smile like an idiot the entire time. How could I not? I sorta, kinda, maybe just asked my crush out on a date, and he said yes! Now I just have to manage not to mess it up. "Just don't act like a creep. Shouldn't be too hard." I say to no one other than myself. "A creep would talk to themselves though, so I should probably stop." I sigh. I might have been ecstatic about Kyotani and I having a day to ourselves, but I was also super nervous. This would be my first "date" with a boy.

What am I suppose to do? What am I suppose to say? Maybe I should have a waited to go home and change, maybe do something with my hair. I shook my head, reminding myself that this is not a date. I'm just thanking him for helping me study. That's all. I can call it a date for when I actually gain the nerve to ask him out. "Hey." I gasp at the sudden voice. I turned to see Kyotani approaching. "Hi." I wave. "You ready to go?" He nods and walks beside me. "Um, so I was thinking." I began. "Maybe we stop by the new music store and then after we can grab a bite to eat? Anywhere you like."

"Sounds good." Kyotani simply says. The two of us made our way into town, talking the whole way to the music store. It looked like one of the newer ones in town, it has that new shine to everything. As we walked inside, I immediately felt out of place. Everyone inside the store was clearly a professional, and I knew absolutely nothing about instruments. But I had to admit, everything in the store looked amazing. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to pick up a music lesson, maybe I'll try the (favorite instrument). "See anything you like?" I asked Kyotani. I could tell he was already invested in the different basses they had. His eyes were glued onto the different colored, slick shinning stringed instruments. "Hmm...I don't really need a new bass. Maybe replace the strings on mine." I walk over to the basses to join him in browsing, when I came across something. Stickers. I pick a few and look them over, there wasn't really any that stuck out in particular, until I found one that couldn't be ignored.

"Oh! Kyotani, look at this!" I showed him a sticker of a Shiba Inu, it was growling and there was some foam in the corners of it's mouth, and a firey background behind the dog, yet it still had that cute appeal to it. I saw Kyotani's eyes light up. "It looks like Killer." He says as I give it to him. "Right? I figured you'd want to put it on your bass." I tell him. He looked over the sticker a few more seconds before nodding. "Yeah. I will." I smile brightly and reach into my school bag. I pulled out my wallet and counted out the right amount to pay for the sticker. "What are you doing?" Kyotani asks. "Buying it. You like it right?"

"I can't let you pay for it." I shake my head. "I don't mind. Besides, I'm treating you today, remember?" I take the sticker and approach the counter. "Just this for today." I tell the cashier man as I slide the money and sticker on the counter. He nods and rings up the sticker before handing it back to me. I turn back to Kyotani and hand him the sticker. "There you go. Now let's go eat, I'm starving." I subconsciously grab his hand and lead him out of the store.

Third P.O.V

Unknowing to Y/n, Kyotani felt his heart flutter and his cheeks warm. He felt like he had made a really good choice befriending her. Kyotani smiled slightly and wrapped his fingers around her hand. "Yeah, me too."

The two teens made their way to a small restaurant, Kyotani had suggested it, told Y/n that it was his favorite place to go. Curious about the place, Y/n was excited to go as well. The waitress lead them to their table and set menus in front of them .They both ordered and and the waitress held up a pen and notepad. "And would the lady and gentleman like the couple's special? 10% off your order and free desert." The waitress asks. 'Wow, that's one hell of a deal.' Y/n thought to herself. "We're not-" She cut Kyotani. "Gonna refuse that! Thank you so much." She clasps her hands together. Kyotani gives her a surprised look. "Lovely! I'll have that right out!" She took the menus and walked away. "....Y/n?"

"I didn't have that much money and it was a good deal, you have to admit...sorry..." Y/n mutters, looking down at the table. "N-no it's fine just...it was shocking." Kyotani says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah..." Y/n clears her throat awkwardly. "I mean, seriously who would willing admit they're in a relationship with me?" Y/n blinks a few times, did she hear him correctly. She looks up across the table at him. "What do you mean?" She asks.

"Well, I don't get asked out a lot, if you can imagine." Y/n leans her head on her hand. "Really? You'd think girls would love a 'bad boy' like you." She giggles. "But really, you're not that bad Kyotani. People just has to get to know you." Kyotani shrugs. "I just didn't mind it as much before..." He trails off. "Before what?" Y/n asks. "Nothing. Forget it."

Y/n raised an eyebrow then leans back in her seat. 'Ever the secretive type.' She thought with a sigh. "Well, I think you're just fine the way you are. If others can't or won't take the time to actually know you, then that's their loss." She tells him. Once again, Kyotani felt his heart skip a beat. This was getting dangerous. Kyotani hadn't felt something like this, he never had crushes before. But this, it felt like more than just a crush. He hated the thought, but he could possibly love Y/n. Why he hated it was simple. Kyotani wasn't just 'not a ladies man', he wasn't a anyone's man. All his life he had better things to focus on, like volleyball, rather than stupid crushes and relationships that wouldn't last more than a year and a half.

So that's why this was so scary. Kyotani really really liked Y/n, but he couldn't stand the thought of giving up something he loved because of his bad habbits. Wether that something was volleyball, or even Y/n. She wasn't to blame. It was him. Kyotani wasn't the best of people. If he hurt her, in anyway, he would never forgive himself. So, it would be best, if Kyotani ignored these new feelings. For the better, for himself, and for Y/n.

The two were walking home together that night. Kyotani made sure Y/n got to her home saefly before saying goodbye. "Thank's for treating me today, even though you didn't have to." Kyotani tells her. "Aw, it was nothing." Y/n waved it off. "That's what senpai's are for right?" She winks. Kyotani gulped and nods his eyes. "Y-yeah. Anyway, see you later. Thanks again." He turned to leave. "Kyotani, hang on!" Kyotani was about to turn around to ask Y/n what she stopped him for, when suddenly she hugged him tightly. Kyotani's face turned a light shade of red as he felt her arms wrap tightly arounf his waist. Slowly, he raised his arms to hug her bag, but before he could she quickly let go and rushed to her door. "Goodnight!" She squeaks out before hurrying inside her home. Kyotani was left there alone, eyes wide with shock. His agaped mouth closed, and his arms dropped to his sides.

"...Damn it."

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