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gold star (Hotch x Teacher!Reader) -- one shot

Been working on this one for a hot minute oops. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being patient with me always (and we literally hit 5.7k followers even while I’ve been so inactive???? what????). Here’s a longgg dose of fluffy angst <33

Edit: I’m a dumbass and queued this for the wrong day

Summary: You’re Jack’s teacher and Aaron is basically your nemesis. Until he’s not. (Kinda enemies to lovers?)

Warnings: angst! talks of parent death, therapy, bad parenting/emotional neglect, y’know the works. Lots of fluff tho to make up for it. And a happy ending!

WC: ...5.7k-ish

I love my job. I love my job. If you say it enough, you’ll believe it. I love my job. You glance at the clock and see your next parent is late. I love my job.

You do love your job, you really do. What you hate are parent-teacher conferences that you’re required to do. Especially when the parent is late. After having to reschedule at the last minute. Twice.

If you didn’t have a genuine concern to discuss with Jack’s father, then you wouldn’t be here still. But alas, you care for Jack more than your annoyance at his father.

Jack Hotchner is a sweet kid. Genuinely wonderful. After his mom’s sudden death a few years ago, everyone worried about him. You’re friends with Julia, who was his kindergarten teacher just a few months after it occurred. Despite being a teacher for almost a decade that year, Julia had never encountered this situation, so she looked to you for help. You lost your mom when you were in first grade, so you were able to give her more helpful tips that actually work.

Now, you have the pleasure of having Jack in your second grade classroom and he truly is an amazing student. You only wish you could share this information with his father who seems to be on another plane of existence every goddamn--

A knock on your classroom door frame makes you jump.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron Hotchner rushes out, quickly dropping his hand. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s fine, Mr. Hotchner,” you say, standing up from your desk chair, putting on a smile. “Come on in.”

“Thanks, and please, it’s Aaron,” he smiles sheepishly, walking over. He towers over the tiny desks as he maneuvers past them to yours. He sticks out his hand for you to shake. He has a firm grip, but his hands are soft. “I’m sorry I’m so late. I got caught up at work--”

“I figured,” you reply, sitting back down. You pull up your laptop and begin typing in your password. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to make this quick. I should’ve left an hour ago.”

“Oh, sorry, am I that late?” he flicks his arm to look at his watch. He sighs. “I apologize.”

You hum. “Our conference was scheduled for 4:15.” You glance down at the clock on your screen. “It’s almost six.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says again. “Would it be better to reschedule?”

“Nope,” you shake your head. “You’re already here.” And if you reschedule, then this might happen again, so you’d rather do this now while you’ve got him here. “Fortunately, Jack is doing really well. He’s struggling a little with math, but he’s not the only one, and we’re working on it. He’s made a few friends, I know we discussed that last time. He’s breaking out of his shell, I think.”

“That’s good,” Aaron says, smiling a little. “That’s really good to hear.”

“Is he doing any extracurriculars?” you ask. Last time, when you voiced your concerns to Aaron about his son being a little too quiet and shy, you suggested asking if he’d like to do a sport, or play an instrument.

“He’s doing soccer,” Aaron says.

Your eyes widen. “Oh!”

“You look surprised,” he presses.

“I guess I didn’t expect Jack to…want to do a sport,” you shrug, checking your notes for the conference to stall.

What you really wanted to say is that you didn’t expect Aaron to listen to you. Given his track record, it seemed highly unlikely that he’d follow through and actually ask his son about trying a sport, let alone go through with signing him up for one.

“Do you have any questions for me?” you ask, closing your laptop lid. Aaron has been studying your face in this lull of silence, and it’s unnerving.

“I don’t think so,” he finally says.

“Okay,” you nod, not surprised. “I did have one more thing. I know I said Jack is breaking out of his shell, and he is, but he seems…down. Is something going on at home?”

Aaron sighs. “It’s getting closer to the anniversary of his mom’s death.”

That tugs on your heart. “Oh, I see. Alright.” You pause. “Uh-- If you don’t mind me asking, is he seeing a counselor or a therapist or anything?”

“He’s not, not currently,” Aaron says.

You blink. You shouldn’t really be surprised, but you are. “Has he at all since his mom’s death?”

“Briefly, right after she died.”

“Okay.” You clear your throat. You cannot yell at a parent. That’s unprofessional. “I know it’s not my place, but I’d highly suggest finding him someone. Especially right now as the anniversary is getting closer, and as Jack gets older. I would suggest our school counselor, but I think Jack would do better with someone better equipped for his situation.”

Aaron stares at you, nodding slowly. “Alright.”

You lean over and open a drawer, grabbing the handout specifically for times like these. Given the area the school is in, parents are typically able to pay for services like these, and are more willing. You know it’s because they don’t have the time to deal with their children’s emotions, so they pawn them off on someone else, and claim it as a good deed.

In a way, you’re grateful the children are able to receive help that you didn’t because your dad couldn’t afford it. You just wish the kids also received support from their family, not just from doctors.

“Here’s a list of great pediatric psychiatrists and therapists in the area.” You hand Aaron the packet and he takes it gently, his expression unreadable. Parents are always so weirdly defensive about this. “Many of our students see someone from that list, so I trust that one will be a good fit for Jack. If you want some help narrowing it down, I can help.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “I’ll look into this.”

I hope so, you want to say, but he doesn’t sound too sincere. “Okay,” you smile softly instead. “That’s all I have, unless you have any other questions?”

He shakes his head. “No, I think-- I think this is good.”

“Alright, well,” you pause, opening Jack’s folder. “I just need you to sign here, so the school knows we met.” You slide the form and a pen across the table.

Aaron signs swiftly, a signature born from frequent piles of paperwork. You know he does something in the government, you’re just not sure what. Nearly every parent here works in the government, though, so that’s not a remarkable conclusion to have made.

“Thank you,” you say, taking the signed form and sliding it back into Jack’s folder. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“You too,” Aaron says, standing up to shake your hand again. He’s so formal, you almost forget. He clutches the packet in his free hand, and you wonder if it’ll end up in the recycling bin at the end of the hall.

After shaking your hand, Aaron apologizes again for his tardiness, and then leaves your classroom. The clock on the wall says it’s just past six. A record for one of the latest nights you’ve been here.

Gathering your things, you do some last minute checks around the classroom before heading out, locking the door behind you.

As you reach the exit doors at the end of the hall, you peer into the trash and recycling bins. Both are empty, no signs of your pediatric psychiatrists packet.

At least that’s a win.

+++

A month or so later, you’re waking up early to go to a soccer game. If it weren’t for your kids asking you (loudly and enthusiastically) to come to their game, then you wouldn’t be awake right now on a Saturday.

Julia, at least, is coming with you, and so is Kate, a fellow second grade teacher whose classroom is across from yours. Julia is coming to see Jack, and Kate also has a few students who asked her to come.

The three of you stop for coffee before going to the park where the soccer games are held. Walking across the field, you find an empty space on the bleachers and sit down, looking around for your kiddos.

To your complete and utter surprise, you spot Aaron Hotchner -- of all parents.

You quickly avert your eyes, looking around some more. You haven’t seen or spoken to Aaron since the parent-teacher conference as Jack is usually picked up and dropped off by his Aunt Jessica. Jack has seemed a little more present and happy, but you have no idea if that means that Aaron actually sought help for his son.

Even more embarrassing, you’ve worried about your job since that conference. It’s always a gamble, offering parents advice. You never know what will cross a line and equal an angry phone call to the principal followed by a swift withdrawal of their child from your class. Not every parent has always been so keen on your attention to your students’ emotional wellbeing.

“Don’t look, but one of the dads cannot keep his eyes off of you,” Julia whispers.

“Which one?” Kate asks, then she spots him. “Oh, him-- He’s tall. Wait, is he…?”

You glance over and sure enough, the one in question is Aaron. He can’t tell that you’ve looked at him, though, thanks to your sunglasses. “That’s Jack’s dad,” you say, looking away again.

“I knew he looked familiar,” Julia murmurs. “I’m not used to him out of the suit. His hair is longer too, isn’t it?”

“Why would I know?” you counter, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Is he the one you mouthed off to?” Kate asks, nudging your arm.

You scoff defensively, “I didn’t mouth off--”

“She told him to put his son in therapy,” Julia explains with a prideful smirk. “Rightfully so, too. I would’ve done the same if I ever saw him.”

“Damn,” Kate chuckles. “Let’s hope that he took your advice.”

“And that he isn’t pissed at me for it,” you mutter. “I haven’t heard anything since.”

Kate and Julia share a look before Julia says, “He’s definitely not mad.”

Finally, you give yourself the chance to look over at him, and to let him see you looking.

You’ll admit, it is weird seeing him out of the suit, let alone in short sleeves. You’ve never seen his arms. They’re…nice. Muscular, more than you expected. Not that you’ve wondered about his arms, though. Or any part of him. Because he’s Jack’s dad, so you should not be thinking about him this way.

Still, you indulge, just for this moment. He keeps your eyes only for a minute before his attention is drawn elsewhere to the screaming kids practicing their warmups (if that’s what those can be called). He’s smiling from ear to ear, something you’ve never seen. The tiny smiles you managed out of him during conferences hardly ever looked genuine. This, though, this one is.

“You should talk to him,” Julia whispers, nearly scaring you shitless. You completely forgot where you were for a minute.

“No,” you shake your head, tearing your eyes away. “That’s practically asking for him to yell at me.”

“He won’t do that,” Julia chides.

“Well, I don’t know,” Kate grimaces. “Parents are finicky. I got yelled at last year by one who I thought was the sweetest ever. Until her kid didn’t pass a science test.”

“See?” you say, gesturing to Kate. “We have no idea what he’ll be like.”

“Besides that he’s looking at you again,” Julia says. “So he’s clearly interested in talking to you.”

“Then he can walk over here himself.”

Julia raises her eyebrows, shrugging. “Be careful what you wish for.”

You roll your eyes. Aaron is too busy with the kids and their game is about to start, so there’s no way he’ll walk over. Even if you speak after, Jack will be with him, so nothing will be said. It’s fine.

+++

Aaron’s mouth is dry. He feels like he forgot how to breathe properly.

He didn’t know you’d be here, and here you are. Beautiful. Except he shouldn’t think that, because you’re his son’s teacher. It’s inappropriate. But the way the sun hits your skin…beautiful. You’re beautiful.

He needs to focus. He’s supposed to be coaching the kids, not gawking at a teacher like some idiot.

To make matters worse, Rossi notices, and only silently raises his eyebrows.

Aaron told Rossi about your parent-teacher conference, and how he should’ve put Jack in therapy sooner -- along with himself. Rossi asked him if he thanked you for your advice, but Aaron never found the right time. He half-heartedly thanked you at the conference, but it wasn’t as genuine as it should’ve been.

He meant to call you, or send an email, but he never did. Truthfully, he’s been terrified. He feels incredibly stupid to have not gotten Jack help sooner, and even more stupid that he finds you as attractive as he does. Can he be any worse of a person, seriously?

And now, you’re here. At Jack’s soccer game. Which, he guesses he should’ve realized sooner that a lot of Jack’s classmates are on this team, too. And others from different classes, but still in his grade. It was only a matter of time before one of the kids asked a teacher to come. It would only take one, and clearly it did, and he’s unprepared.

Wildly unprepared. And wishing he put on a better shirt.

+++

The soccer game is a disaster, but a wonderful one.

The kids are too young for points to be counted, so it’s just a game of fun chaos. Teams are blurred and never really followed. But they looked like they had a blast out there, so that’s all that mattered.

You, Julia, and Kate split up to see your kids and give out as many high-fives as you possibly can. You listen to their rambles and congratulate them on playing so well. The parents stand by with smiles, occasionally one piping up to thank you for coming.

Aaron is there, too, surprisingly. He’s still smiling bigger than ever.

There’s a man with him, too, who Jack calls Uncle Dave. Jack has mentioned him in class before, and he’s actually Aaron’s coworker. He’s smiling, too, just not as wide, and he keeps glancing between you and Aaron.

Just when you think you’re in the clear, Aaron tells Jack to go with Uncle Dave because he needs to talk to you about something.

You catch Julia and Kate’s eyes when Aaron is left alone with you, and your stomach turns. He doesn’t look angry, but then again, the parents never look angry at first.

“I just wanted to thank you,” Aaron begins, turning so the sun isn’t in his eyes as much. He’s still squinting, and it’s adorable. You wonder why he didn’t wear sunglasses. “I picked a therapist from the list you gave me for Jack, and it’s really been helping him. A lot, so, I just wanted to thank you for giving that to me.”

You blink, stunned. “You’re welcome,” you say slowly before you gain your composure. “I’m very glad that it’s been helping. And to see him playing soccer,” you gesture to the field with a smile. “He seems to really enjoy it.”

“Oh, he does,” Aaron chuckles. “He can’t get enough of it. He talks about it all the time.”

All the time. So maybe he’s spending more time with Jack, then. “Good, I’m really glad to hear that.”

You pause, waiting for him to say something else. The awkward silence lingers for a little too long, and you know what’s coming next.

“I was wondering,” he starts, and lowers his voice a little. “I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner sometime.”

As much as you’d love to say yes, you can’t let yourself. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner, that would just be inappropriate.”

“No, no, not as a date,” he backtracks, confusing you. “Just to thank you for-- For helping me get Jack in to see a therapist.”

You raise an eyebrow. “To thank me…for telling you what you should’ve done in the first place?”

He sputters for a moment, clearly losing his bearings. “No, I mean--”

“Listen, Mr. Hotchner,” you smile sweetly, trying to contain yourself. “What would you like? A gold star? For getting your son a therapist after he went through an incredibly traumatic event?”

He doesn’t say anything, and somehow that makes your anger and annoyance worse.

“Listen. The fact of the matter is that you should’ve kept your son in therapy since he lost his mother. And continue to keep him in therapy until he’s old enough to decide if he wants to continue seeing one or not. Because when my mom died, I didn’t get to have a therapist. We couldn’t afford it, and my dad was too out of his mind to even care. It nearly killed me, and my siblings. So don’t tell me that you want to thank me for something that I never should’ve had to do in the first place. You should’ve paid more attention to your son’s needs. Especially since you can afford services to genuinely help him.”

Your voice stayed quiet, thankfully, because you didn’t need everyone to hear you mouthing off to Aaron once again. You realize only halfway through that maybe you shouldn’t be saying these things in a setting such as this, but you’re too into it to stop.

Julia and Kate heard all of it, though. You can see their jaws open, eyes wide. Did you go too far? You don’t know and part of you doesn’t care. It’s the truth, and it hits far too close to home for you to say nothing at all.

Still, to cover your bases, you add one last thing. “I apologize if that was harsh, but it needed to be said. I want what’s best for my kids. And sometimes, that means getting their parents to see that they need to do better.”

You pause, and he nods, and says another quiet “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you murmur. And to keep things from stinging any more, you walk away.

Julia and Kate catch up with you on the way back to your car, both too stunned to say a word until you’re inside.

“Damn,” Julia whispers. “Damn.”

“Holy shit,” Kate says with a small laugh. “Tell ‘em.”

“Yeah,” you exhale loudly. “Let’s just hope I still have a job by Monday.”

+++

You do still have a job come Monday, with surprisingly no meeting with the principal, either. Or a phone call.

You’re suspicious, but trying not to be. Maybe it’s all fine.

You convince yourself that it’s completely fine until it really is. Until you start seeing Aaron occasionally, picking Jack up from school. You aren’t sure how often he’s been doing it, because the only reason you saw him is that you were forced into car rider duty. You’ve always been on the bus lane, but they needed another teacher out front, and that’s where you saw him first.

It caught you off guard the first time, honestly. It had been three weeks since the soccer game, since you told him off in front of everyone. And what did he do this time when he saw you?

He waved. He smiled. And then he scooped Jack up into his arms.

She won’t own up to it, but you’re positive Julia saw the interaction because you haven’t worked the bus lane since. Because Julia suddenly volunteered for it, taking your place.

Now, it’s a bit of a routine. Aaron picks Jack up almost every day, although sometimes there are a few stretches of three to four days where he isn’t present. Those days, you see Jessica, and she smiles at you as well, but it’s different. You got so used to seeing Aaron those days, that when you see Jessica, it feels strange. It begins to feel the way it used to feel when you saw Aaron picking Jack up.

It makes you smile. You’re glad to see Aaron taking the time to see Jack, to put in the time — finally — knowing he has the means to be able to do this.

+++

For the rest of the school year, this is how you see Aaron Hotchner.

Neither of you say a word to each other, except for the final parent-teacher conference — which he arrives early for. The conference is entirely professional, and he doesn’t mention the past. Neither do you.

The final week of school fast approaches, and you’re looking for decorations to put up in the classroom. You try to make the last week special because you know they’re just as ready for summer break as you are.

Part of your “decorations” consists of candy that you’ll put on their desk every morning, which means you’re in the grocery store, in desperate need of candy to entertain your kids. Five different kinds. Something extra special on the last day, though. They’ll get out two hours earlier, but they don’t know that yet (the parents do).

Right as you turn down the candy aisle, you stop dead in your tracks, your cart nearly smacking into someone else’s. When you look up, you realize who it is.

“Mr. Hotchner!” you blurt.

He smiles that soft smile. “Please, call me Aaron.”

You’re not used to calling parents by their first name. You know he’s tried to get you to call him Aaron a few times, but you can’t ever bring yourself to. Instead, you change subjects, peering into his cart.

“Grocery shopping? For…” You raise an eyebrow. “I don’t even have a good joke. Why do you have so many marshmallows?” He has like…six big bags. Of varying sizes, too.

“Long story,” he says, sheepish. “Jack wants to build something out of marshmallows.”

“Does he want to build a whole country?” you chuckle.

“Sort of, yeah,” Aaron laughs. “He said he wants to build a whole city, then eat it. His words.”

“Wonderful,” you grin. “Sounds like a blast.” And a good idea. You might steal that for next year.

“What are you here for?” Aaron asks, nodding toward your empty cart.

“Candy, for the kids,” you reply. “I want to give them a different kind every day for the last week, just to make it more fun.”

Aaron smiles wider this time. “They’ll love that.”

“Thanks,” you say, mirroring his smile.

You don’t know what’s gotten into you. Or him, quite frankly. Building marshmallow sculptures with Jack? Unheard of. But you leave it alone, just glad he’s spending more time with his son.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to shopping,” Aaron says, gesturing down the aisle. “See you on Monday.”

Baffled, you blink, then nod. “Yeah. See you Monday.”

You see Aaron every day of next week to pick Jack up, and you get to see Jack’s smile grow every day.

On Friday, you head back inside to your classroom, ready to pack things up. Thankfully, you’re returning to this room next year, so you don’t need to pack everything up.

As a tradition, you, Julia, and Kate go out to celebrate the end of the year, so you have to go home and get ready for the night ahead.

+++

Aaron doesn’t know why he let Rossi convince him to come out tonight. Jack’s at a sleepover at a friend’s house, so Aaron has nothing to do — theoretically. Until Rossi decided to drag him out.

Now, he’s sitting in a booth at a bar with a jazz band playing, and he’s wondering how many people Rossi can possibly know. Four people have already stopped to say hi, and they’ve barely been here for half an hour.

As Rossi talks with another friend, Aaron lets his eyes wander around the place, spotting the door when it opens. And you walk in.

He quickly averts his eyes, shifting in his seat. It’s enough to catch Rossi’s attention, and he gives Aaron a strange look, until he sees you at the bar with your two friends from Jack’s soccer game.

Aaron keeps his eyes trained on his whiskey, nodding absently when Rossi says he’s heading to the restroom.

What Rossi is actually doing is heading to the bar to intercept you and your friends, putting all three of your drinks on his tab.

“Thanks,” you chuckle, never one to argue with a free drink.

“You look familiar,” Julia blurts out.

“Dave,” Rossi introduces himself. “I’m a friend of Aaron Hotchner’s. I went with him to a few of Jack’s soccer games last season.”

“That’s where I’ve seen you,” you say.

Dave smiles. His back is turned to Aaron, so he can’t see Aaron glaring at him, wondering what the hell he’s doing up there talking to you.

“Aaron’s here with me, actually,” Dave says casually. “He’s at the booth just behind us if you’d like to see him.”

Kate nudges your arm harshly. “She would.”

“Actually, I don’t know if that’s—”

“Go,” Julia urges. “Why not?”

You give them both a look. “Fine,” you cave. “I’ll be right back.”

Kicking yourself for caving so easily (because you really would like to see him), you walk over to the booth where Aaron sits. Thankfully, his back is toward you, so he doesn’t see you coming.

He beams a smile when he sees you though, standing up to greet you. “Hey, what are you doing in here?”

“Kate and Julia drug me out,” you confess, idling for a moment as you both try to decide if you should shake hands, hug, or just stand here. “You?”

“Dave,” Aaron nods, chuckling. Just standing here it is. “Did he send you?”

“They all did,” you nod toward the bar, where they’re all watching like hawks, no doubt. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” he gestures to the empty space. “How are you?”

“Good, we’re out celebrating the end of the year,” you reply, walking around the table and sitting down on the plush booth cushion. This place is fancier than you would’ve chosen, but Julia heard good things about it from a friend, so you ended up here anyway. “How are you doing?”

“Good, although Dave drug me out for drinks because apparently,” he lifts his drink, “I don’t get out enough.”

“Y’know, that’s funny, my friends tell me the exact same thing,” you laugh. “Dave bought our drinks.”

“I knew he was doing something suspicious,” Aaron jokes, glancing back toward the bar. Dave and your friends have taken over three stools, clearly set on giving you and Aaron some time alone. “Sorry again if he forced you over here.”

“No, he definitely didn’t. My friends did,” you assure him, rolling your eyes. “Oh, I have to ask, how did Jack’s marshmallow city building go?”

Immediately, Aaron digs his phone out of his pocket. “I have a lot of pictures, I’ll just show you.” He unlocks his phone and goes to his camera roll, already smiling at the thought of them. “He had a blast. We went through so many toothpicks. We both had stomachaches by the end of it from eating so many marshmallows.”

He turns his phone to show you the pictures, and without thinking, you scoot closer to him. To get a better look at the pictures, you tell yourself, but you know that isn’t the full truth.

“Oh my god,” you laugh, grinning from ear to ear. “This so huge!”

“It covered our entire kitchen!” Aaron laughs with you, a sweet sound you wish you heard more often. “I didn’t tell Jessica about it, so she had a heart attack when she came over the next day.”

“I bet,” you nod seriously, swiping on his phone as he holds it toward you. “Goodness.” You look up at Aaron. “Did you guys eat all of them?”

“We’ve had a lot of hot chocolate.”

“It’s May.”

“I know,” he deadpans, feigning annoyance, but then he breaks into a smile. “I’ll admit, I’ve been snacking on them maybe a little more than I should every time I go into the kitchen.”

“I would do the same,” you chuckle. “No judgment here.”

He smiles at you and tucks his phone away back in his pocket, and neither of you move from how close you��ve gotten.

“How are you planning to spend your summer break?” he asks, taking a sip of his whiskey. You try not to stare at him too much.

“Lots of getting ready for next year,” you reply, rotating your glass in your hand, focusing on it instead. “Mostly reading for fun, I don’t get to do that a lot during the school year when I’m reading for my kids and grading and such. I plan to do a lot of nothing, basically,” you laugh. “What about you?”

“The same, hopefully,” he says, which surprises you. And he can tell, because he elaborates. “I took a lot of time off from work. I work from home now, essentially. If I absolutely need to go in, then I do, but so far, Dave’s been able to handle it.”

You knew a big change had been made, especially since he’s been picking Jack up from school everyday. But hearing the confirmation makes your heart warm. “I’m really glad to hear that.”

“Me too,” he says. “I know we’ve been over this, but I wanted to thank you for what you said, at Jack’s game—”

Mortified, you interrupt him. “Oh god, I hoped you had forgotten about that.”

“I didn’t forget—”

“I was rude.”

“What you said needed to be said and I’m glad you did,” he protests sincerely. “You shouldn’t have had to say anything, but you did, and I appreciate that.”

His sincerity stuns you. You blink, no words able to come out.

“We can move on from it now,” he says, noticing your hesitation. “I just wanted to be clear that I’m not angry with you for what you said, I’ve actually been the complete opposite.”

“Well,” you chuckle, trying to make light of this. “You didn’t call the school demanding I be suspended, so I knew you couldn’t be that upset with me.”

He stares at you, eyes widening. “Do parents do that?”

“Some, yeah,” you nod. “They don’t exactly like being told by a single teacher with no kids of her own that their parenting skills are shit.”

He laughs, taking a sip of his whiskey. You watch him raise the glass to his lips, but look away before he can catch you. You smile down at your own drink. This is embarrassing.

You thought this little crush -- or whatever it is -- had gone away since you hadn’t spoken to him since the soccer game. Sure, you started to look specifically for him in the pickup area, but that was for Jack. That wasn’t for you. Or, at least, that’s the story you spun for yourself.

“What’s on your list to read this summer?” Aaron asks, bringing your eyes back to his. He’s smiling. “I’ve been meaning to read more -- outside of the books Jack and I read.”

You remember Jack telling you about The Magic Treehouse series that Uncle Dave got him for Christmas, and how his dad was reading them with him.

“What, The Magic Treehouse isn’t enough for you?” you tease Aaron, and he laughs, that sweet sound you can’t get enough of.

You tell him about the books on your shelf at home, the ones you got years ago and have yet to read, and the others that you got this year because you couldn’t resist. He listens to each one, never once taking his eyes off of you.

“I am not going to remember all of these names,” he chuckles.

“I can text them to you,” you offer, a grin creeping up your cheeks.

He mirrors your expression. “You stole my line.”

“Oh, that was your line?” you ask, laughing as you pull out your phone. “Fine, fine, you can have it back.”

“No, you said it first,” he says, still grinning. He hands you his phone as you give him yours. “I’m bad at this anyway.”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, typing in your contact information before handing his phone back. “I’ve had a pretty good time.”

He waits a moment, just basking in your smile, the feel of your fingertips brushing against his when he returns your phone. “Me too.”

The night doesn’t end there, as the two of you continue talking. Another round of drinks is sent to your table by Dave and your friends who wave enthusiastically when you and Aaron look over at them.

“Free drinks, at least,” you shrug. “How much money does Dave have?”

“Don’t ask,” Aaron shakes his head. “He’ll never tell.”

As you both finish your first drink and head into the second, you scoot even closer. You bring your legs underneath you on the booth, getting comfortable as you and Aaron start to talk about your favorite movies. He tries to be sneaky and put his arm around you, but you notice and can’t help the giggle that escapes you.

“I told you I’m bad at this.”

“No, it’s sweet!” you protest, leaning into his chest. “It’s very nice, I don’t mind.”

He moves his arm from the back of the booth to your shoulders then, his hand resting on your arm. “This okay?”

“It’s perfect,” you smile softly, turning your head to look up at him. “What movie were we on?”

He stares so intently, searching your face. You watch as his eyes gaze over every inch, dropping to your lips, then back to your pupils. “I have no idea.”

“Me either,” you murmur, silently hoping for a kiss. Silently hoping that he’s hoping, too.

And he is. “I know our friends are watching us,” he whispers. “But can I kiss you right now?”

“Yeah,” you grin. “I was about to ask.”

“Well now we’re even,” he says, leaning closer as he smiles. You tilt your head, meeting his lips halfway, not wanting to wait any longer. You’ve quieted these feelings for far too long.

He kisses you long and sweet, his free hand coming to cup your face as yours search for stability in his shoulders. He knocks the breath out of your lungs, literally, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Aaron pulls back for just a moment, just far enough to say, “Was that worth a gold star?”

You laugh, playfully swatting his chest. “Yeah, Aaron,” you say, looking up at him. “It was.”

#aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x teacher!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x fem!reader #hotch x reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #hotch angst #hotch fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner one shot

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raisin-writes · 3 months

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Asking to paint their nails- Donquixote family:

sfw, no warnings, just for sillies :) read as platonic but can also be read as romantic (minus sugar- i dont care that shes 22- and dellinger, dont be a weirdo).

Doflamingo:

He prefers to call in a nail tech and have a little mani-pedi spa day with you instead.

It's nothing personal, he appreciates the thought, but if hes gonna get his nails done, he wants it to be professional.

Wants you to match with him more often than not and gets a little mad when you refuse to, but wont hold it against you for very long.

A classic french tip girlie but may mix it up with a nice pink or a light glitter overlay from time to time.

Trebol:

He'll allow it, but god does he make it an insufferable experience.

He loves messing with you by intentionally making his hand twitch/flinch/shake.

"Bweheheheh! oops, guess you gotta start over now!"

He'll finally stop when you threaten inform him that you only have so much nail polish remover left and he'll end up with messy, ugly, clumpy nails that you wont be able to fix.

He's fine with whatever you give him, just dont make it look stupid.

Diamante:

Absolutely!

He's tickled that you would want to spend time with him like that.

Requests things like flashy white or gold stars, sparkly reds, or a nice baby blue to match his eyes.

A little bit of a stickler about your technique, but he wont be too hard on you if you mess up.

It's just nail polish after all.

Surprisingly will want to paint yours in return to match his.

His technique is ironically not that great.

Pica:

...... Reluctantly agrees.

He's silent as he watches you work, but his gaze is very intimidating and scrutinous.

Kind of a mouth breather, dont comment on it or he'll get mad at you.

If you ask him very nicely, he'll let you experiment on his toe nails, painting them however you want.

He's satisfied with a simple matte dark purple, but his favorite is a metallic gold- not the regular nail polish, but the holographic powder, he likes the shiny chrome finish.

Vergo:

Some days he'll say yes, sometimes its just not a good time.

He's a busy guy, he doesnt have all the time in the world to sit down and let you fiddle with his nails.

Sometimes he just doesnt want his nails painted and thats that.

On the off chance he agrees, he prefers a simple solid black or a plain white.

Giolla:

Yes, but she's such a karen about it.

So passive-aggressive and indecisive.

Makes you never want to paint her nails again.

Likes loud, contrasting colors and sometimes fun stencil patterns.

She usually compliments your work after its over, but will sometimes make a back-handed comment if she isn't completely satisfied with the results.

Lao G:

Surprisingly agrees to it.

However, shaky hands make for many mistakes.

Dont bother putting a top coat on.

regardless of the outcome, he'll give you a thumbs up and a "GREAT WITH A CAPITAL G!"

Gladius:

Bully him into it a little and he'll cave.

He's used to this, having been the test subject for a younger Baby 5 when she first got into nails.

At least you seem to know what you're doing, comparatively.

Prefers plain black but can be swayed into dark colored marbling with gold flecks.

Machvise:

Another test subject for young Baby 5's nail journey, and Dellinger's.

He thinks it's funny to walk around with bright, obnoxious nails, but really could care less what you give him.

He actually kinda liked the time you gave him pizza slice nails.

Draws the line at press-on nails.

Sugar:

Allows it, but will very bluntly tell you you're doing it wrong.

The best compliment you will get from her is, "its not the worst."

She likes when you put cute stickers and stencils on a pretty pastel blue color.

Señor Pink:

Needs to be lead to believe it was his idea, otherwise the answer is no.

Watches intently, doesnt speak much.

Sucks his pacifier suddenly from time to time and the sound in the otherwise silent room makes you flinch.

He doesnt have any preferences, but appreciates when you make the color match his bonnet.

Might make you do his toe nails too so they match.

Viola:

Of course!

Her favorite is a dark mauve with white hand-painted flowers on the thumbs and/or ring fingers.

Dont worry if you cant paint the flowers correctly, she still appreciates it all the same.

She'll ask to paint yours in return.

Dellinger:

Slay 💅✨

You can use his nail polish.

Teases you if you mess up but genuinely starts to get annoyed if you make too many mistakes.

Likes cat-eye and holographic effects; don't worry, hes got the magnets and powders for it.

If he's feeling generous, he'll return the favor, but he might give you what he thinks would look good instead of what you want.

Buffalo:

Nuh-uh, no way.

......... Unless?

Easy to bribe into getting his nails painted.

Lets you paint them however you want, as long as you fullfill your end of the deal.

Baby 5:

Yes!!!

She loves getting her nails painted.

She'll even paint yours, however you want them!

She likes lace tips, but can easily be swayed if you think something else would look better on her.

(Please be kind to her; if you really must, meet her in the middle so she still gets what she wants.)

Bonus:

Bellamy:

Beg him over the course of a week and he'll eventually cave, but only his toe nails where nobody will see them.

Prefers plain black or navy blue colors.

Is very fidgety and uncomfortable the entire time.

(ironically, he doesnt like people touching his feet (he's ticklish))

Groans and complains, asking every 5 minutes if you're done yet.

Such a big baby.

Corazon:

Yes!!!

He's giddy at the thought, he would love for you to paint his nails.

Really, he just likes the quality time he gets to spend with you.

His favorite is a dark plum color with soft pink heart stencils.

He'll offer to paint yours in return, but knowing him, he'll just end up spilling a bottle or two.

Or three.

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #doflamingo x reader #diamante x reader #corazon x reader #bellamy x reader #pica x reader #not tagging everyone sorry im lazy #misc x reader

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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years

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the walls are thin - ch5

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch5 | next [masterlist]

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“i miss you,” he complains. you’d think you’d have gotten used to that phrase coming out of his mouth by now, but you can still feel your skin tingle. you roll your eyes nonetheless.

“it’s not even been a full day,” you retort.

he mulls over this for a minute before deciding that you’re wrong, “not true.”

“i think it is,” you say, “but even if it has been a full day, that’s kinda…,” you trail off, “pathetic?”

he laughs, the pang in your heart telling you that maybe it isn’t so pathetic to miss somebody after not seeing them for a few tens of hours. you smile at him, eyes moving away from his gaze after just a few seconds.

“i miss you too, maki,” you reciprocate.

“not so pathetic after all,” he points at you through the phone.

you purse your lips to the side, thoughtful, “no, still pathetic i think, just from both sides.”

“yea, fair,” he says, flipping over in his bed, lying on his side, messy hair against his pillow in a way that you’ve seen in person a few too many times. he called you this morning before the two of you had even gotten out of bed. “so, what did you even do last night without me?”

“well, i was planning on staying in and spending all weekend by myself,” you start, “but i actually went over to atsumu’s last night.”

“you? hung out with atsumu? on a friday night? what kinda things did you have to do for that to happen?” he asks, one eyebrow raised.

“nothing,” you sneer at him, “he’s the one that suggested it actually.”

“yea, and how did that go?” he asks, tiny tinge of jealousy hidden behind the sarcasm at the end of the sentence.

“weirdly good. i thought he might try to make a move or something, but we just kinda hung out,” you explain, maybe omitting the parts where you fell asleep on his chest and told him that you think about him all the time.

“and what are you up to tonight?” all of the questions that he keeps asking about your weekend are making you miss him even more, because the answer is nothing but you wish the answer was hanging out with maki.

you sigh dramatically, “well, you guys left me, so i’m having lunch with atsumu, but i’m on my own tonight. which isn’t bad actually, going to just spend some time alone, get caught up on assignments, whatever.”

“i’d probably be having more fun with you,” he admits.

“what? not going good over there?” you ask.

“no, it’s a blast. i’ve missed these guys and it’s been super fucking fun. last night, hajime convinced oikawa to jump in the lake with him and because oikawa was really drunk, he did it, but hajime didn’t jump with him and oikawa was really pissed. swear to god he almost drowned. it was really great,” maki laughs at the thought and then responds to your concerned look, “he didn’t drown, yn, calm down, it was funny.”

“and i’ve got to catch up with people that i haven’t seen since high school,” maki shrugs, pausing, “but i mean, they’re not you.”

you’re about to react, some form of i get that coming out of your mouth as there is a harsh knock on maki’s door. “come in,” maki answers.

from off screen, you hear oikawa mumble something. it’s quiet. you’re not sure you could’ve made it out if you hadn’t previously spent so much time with oikawa. “hajime wants to go to the diner to get food, get dressed.”

“alright, alright, i’m just gonna say bye to yn,” maki says, sitting up in his bed.

there’s a loud squeak of the mattress as oikawa jumps on the bed, you assume. “yn! how is everything back there? making it by without us?”

“it’s been one day, guys,” you groan, jokingly. “but it’s good. i’m good.”

“yn hung out with atsumu last night,” maki says. it sounds like a tattle.

oikawa tilts his head to the side, “last night?” he’s sporting a devious smile as he pounces on maki, both hands covering maki’s ears as he says hushed, “and how did it go?”

a blush rises to your cheeks at the whole spectacle. maki is trying to push oikawa off of him and oikawa, surely used to testing iwaizumi in the same ways, is able to hold his ground. “good, it went good!” you reply in a laugh.

“and? did anything happen?”

“no! stop it!” you say, watching as maki finally throws oikawa off of him.

“okay! okay!” oikawa has both of his hands up in defeat, sliding off of the bed and walking towards the door. “10 minutes, maki, we’re leaving in 10.” the door closes off screen.

maki shakes his head, slightly out of breath, “i gotta go, but i’ll talk to you later, okay? i’ll text you.”

you nod. “and i’ll see you sunday?” you ask.

he tilts his head, questioning, “it hasn’t even been a full day. kinda pathetic.”

“fine,” you say, calling his bluff.

“no! i’ll see you sunday, loser,” he says quickly, “god, let me make fun of you for being obsessed with me once in a while.”

you can’t stop smiling. “alright, alright. see you sunday, maki. can’t wait.”

“can’t wait,” he repeats and then hangs up.

< 11:21 pm < have a good day ♡

> maki ♡ / 11:21 pm > you too ♡

/++/

you’ve forgone yours and atsumu’s lawn blanket set up as per his request, which you weren’t really expecting. after the events of last night, you assumed he might want to have the space to be close to you. maybe not.

you didn’t ask questions, just chose a familiar picnic table and sat on the side that you knew you could watch atsumu approach from.

and you do, eyes on him as he walks towards you. he cuts through the lawn, deviating from the concrete path, throwing a smile your way when he recognizes that you’re watching him.

“yknow it’s almost getting too cold to keep sitting out here,” you say as he approaches, gesturing to your spot on the lawn. your spot. you cross your arms over one another, shivering slightly. fall is settling in, the semester more over than it is started.

he walks around to your side of the bench and sits beside you. you’re not sure if he’s doing this on purpose, making you feel this flustered. when he takes his jacket off, the same one that you met him in, the same one that was hanging on the back of his chair last night, and presents it in front of you, you know that he must be doing this on purpose.

“are you really giving me your jacket right now?” you ask, mind screaming at you to just grab it. “we’re not in a cheesy rom-com.”

“are ya cold or not?” he asks, extending it a bit further.

“yes,” you mutter, grabbing it from him and sliding it on. “thank you, tsumu.” you’re enveloped with him, soft fabric infused with his clean scent, and you’re not sure you’re going to give this back, so you hope it’s not that important to him. “it’s cute that your accent comes out when you’re short,” you point out.

“shuddup,” he says, shaking his head. you scooch over closer to him, legs pressed together. he throws his arm around your shoulder, picks at your lunch, and you’re very aware at how much of a couple you look like right now. it’s quiet, peaceful.

he breaks the silence with a sentence that you’re confused by how he thought it was a good idea, “don’t be mad.”

you immediately face him, expression contorted into confusion and maybe a bit of anger for no reason other than what else are you supposed to feel when someone prefaces with that?

he explains, “i’ve been thinking about what you said last night and-“

“TSUM TSUM!!”

you jump at the loud voice and nickname. you can’t locate the source so you swivel your head. you search for whoever is calling for atsumu while he continues to explain, “so maybe i told my friends that i think they could meet you and we were getting lunch today.”

“bo, come on, you said you’d be chill,” another voice, a different voice, says.

“and maybe they didn’t even let me explain, just said they would be there and maybe were a bit too enthusiastic about it?” he shrugs.

you spot the source now, the same buff man from the selfie smiling at you wide and waving excessively. you offer a small wave back.

“me? meet your friends?” you ask, shocked. you obviously were about to meet his friends. they were crossing the lawn as you spoke.

“i meant it last night, i just didn’t know you wanted to meet them,” atsumu says plainly. “and if it’s important to you, then it’s important to me.” ba-bump.

you nod, because you’re certain that if you tried to speak, your words would come out jumbled.

the two men take a seat across from you. the man with black and white hair beams, “it’s so great to meet you finally. we told him, said she’d probably love to meet us, but i think he’s just been embarrassed about us or something.”

“yn, this is bokuto,” atsumu introduces you.

“and i’m sakusa,” the man with black hair and curly hair says, introducing himself.

“it’s really great to meet you both,” you offer.

“hinata is going to be so sad he missed this,” bokuto says, “missing out on finally meeting the girl tsum tsum’s been talking about for weeeeeeks.”

“that’s enough,” atsumu says, shaking his head as he uses his free hand to shake it in front of bokuto.

“bo’s right,” sakusa reasons, “atsumu does talk about you a lot.”

“guys, see, this is exactly why i didn’t want you to meet her, god,” atsumu says, clearly embarrassed, not used to being on defense around you, not like this.

bokuto and sakusa are just smiling.

“she deserves to know,” sakusa reasons, gesturing towards you.

“yea, i deserve to know,” you speak up. there’s a prideful smile on sakusa’s face.

“never letting you guys interact again,” atsumu shakes his head, scrapes his fingers against your hip in a way that almost makes you jump. you can hear the lightness in his voice and when you turn to look at him, you can see the smallest warm smile.

“so how do you guys know tsumu?” you ask, nickname slipping out just on instinct.

neither of them tease you for it explicitly, but they do exchange a knowing look. if you were closer to them you could decipher the hidden meaning of she said it. she said the name.

“volleyball,” bokuto says, “we all met at volleyball. atsumu is our setter. but also now our best bud.”

“yknow, i don’t think i’ve actually ever asked anything about your volleyball stuff,” you say to atsumu, putting your hand on his knee. you’ve always just talked about it vaguely, no real details.

“but he's the volleyball guy,” sakusa smirks.

“no-,” atsumu says.

“yeah! that’s what that guy called you? right?” bokuto asks. atsumu is about to interrupt again, a last-ditch plea on his face, but bokuto doesn’t notice or chooses to ignore it, “maki.” your best friend’s name comes out of this stranger’s mouth in a mocking tone and oh my god atsumu talks shit about maki to his teammates/close friends.

there are a million ways you could react to this statement, stammering and stumbling over your words as you land on a sharp laugh. “i- you-,” you can’t stop laughing, “is that? does atsumu-.” you really can’t talk.

“what?!” atsumu asks as if he has any room to be the one questioning you.

“you just,” tears are forming at the corners of your eyes as you lean into his shoulder, forehead against his jacketless skin, “fuckin- it got to you that badly?” you turn your attention towards bokuto, “is that how he said it?”

bokuto, ever the betrayer of atsumu, nods his head.

“quit it,” atsumu says, less shocked and embarrassed now, your laughter infecting him. “that’s how he said it.” there’s a smile behind the words, soft laughter coming along with it. when you don’t stop laughing for another few seconds, and then a few more, atsumu wraps his arms around you, smothering him in his strong arms. “yer being ridiculous.”

you push away from him and in between your fits of simmering down laughter, subsiding for only a few seconds at a time before picking back up again, you catch the smile on sakusa’s face that says so clearly that you can tell without knowing him at all, so this is why he can’t stop talking about you.

once you’ve finally composed yourself, you turn to sakusa and bokuto, “and you guys play?”

“we both play outside hitter,” sakusa explains, looking like he’s about to elaborate a bit further, but atsumu interrupts.

“since i’m the setter, that means that i’m kinda like the brains of the operation.”

“oh, fuck off, miya,” sakusa says, rolling his eyes.

you laugh, “i know what a setter does.”

“how? we’ve never talked about it?”

“well, no, but i’ve seen maki play plenty of times,” you note, “oikawa’s a setter. maki and iwa play outside hitter. you didn’t know they played too?”

“oh my god, they’re both the volleyball guys,” sakusa comments, leaning back in his seat like he’s just had the biggest epiphany.

“fuck off, omi,” atsumu sneers and then turns his attention back to you, “you never told me.”

you put your hands up, “i don’t know! i guess it just never came up.”

bokuto reaches out his arm, grabbing your forearm excitedly. “well, one day you’ll have to come watch us play, yn,” he says, smiling brightly at you.

“i would really love that, actually. tsumu’s never invited me to one of his games before, so,” you say, shrugging. honestly, it had never been a thought on your mind before, a lot of things hadn’t been on your mind before, but now that you’re sitting here with his very fun friends, you really want to be a part of it all. a part of this side of his life, not the one that you’ve created and pulled him into, lunches and tiny meet ups and dragging him to the grocery store and having him babysit your plants, but whatever this is that’s making your chest feel so light.

“or let you meet us,” sakusa chimes in.

“yea, for good fuckin’ reason,” atsumu quips back.

“well, consider yourself officially invited to our next game,” bokuto nods, “here, give me your number and we can-.”

“no way,” atsumu interjects.

you’re already reaching into your bag, pulling out your phone, ready to punch in bokuto’s phone number.

“i really don’t need you guys to have more ways to talk shit about me,” atsumu says, but there’s no malice in the words.

“i wasn’t going to talk shit about you, tsum tsum,” bokuto rolls his eyes, offering out his hand for you to drop your phone into. atsumu is skeptical as he lets you give your phone over to bokuto. as soon as his fingers curl around the phone, bokuto finishes his thought, “but there are plenty of cute photos of you that i have that don’t seem very fair for yn not to have.”

atsumu lunges forward to grab the phone out of bokuto’s hand, but bokuto pulls it back quickly. “bokkun, i swear to god,” atsumu says, standing up as best he can while still being inside of the bench. bokuto is already two steps ahead, springing from his seat, nearly hitting sakusa as he does.

“watch it,” sakusa warns.

bokuto is gone, running away as he presses buttons on your phone. atsumu is much more careful on his side, makes sure to unravel from you before stepping out of his seat. “i’m not kidding!” despite the head start bokuto acquired, atsumu is already almost on his heels. bokuto is laughing, head thrown back as he messes with your phone.

sakusa takes this moment of chaos to talk to you directly. his voice pulls you out of this awestruck daze watching atsumu jump on bokuto’s back. “i can see why he talks about you all the time,” sakusa says lowly across the table as bokuto runs in circles with atsumu on his back as if he weighs nothing at all.

you’re feeling a bit more confident at this sentence, a bit more easily yourself, so you let it slip as you turn to face sakusa, joking as you say, “what? i’ve proven how cool i am in this tiny lunch?”

sakusa chuckles, breathy, before nodding affirmingly, “not exactly what i meant, but yes, that too.” he pauses, contemplating if the thing he’s about to say next is pushing a boundary, saying too much, figuring out how to phrase it before it actually comes out of his mouth. “i meant more that i understand why he talks about you all the time.”

you’re quiet, tilting your head curiously.

he doesn’t let you sit on your thoughts, finishes his sentence right as bokuto and atsumu are running back towards the table, “because he’s really into you.”

you don’t get to respond, interrupted by bokuto hiding on one side of you, finishing whatever he’s doing on his phone before thrusting the phone back into your hands. he sticks his tongue out at atsumu and atsumu narrows his eyes. “atsumu’s just worried that he’s going to fuck up at our game when you’re there.”

this is all so cute, the bantering and the things that bokuto is saying, but you have so many fucking questions. you want them to run back over there for hours so that you can have a long, in-depth conversation with sakusa about what exactly he fucking means.

you don’t want to seem unresponsive or like you can’t keep up, so you reply, “maybe i’ll bring maki along and he can show off like he always does.” you almost regret it, but sakusa and bokuto start laughing just like you were laughing earlier and bokuto is slamming his fist on the table and atsumu doesn’t look hurt at all, he looks amiable.

you turn your head towards atsumu, the laughter allowing you cover to speak just for him, “or i’ll just go and cheer you on. if you’ll have me there.” atsumu gives you a short, affectionate nod.

sakusa and bokuto leave about a half hour (that’s spent mostly making fun of atsumu the entire time) after that, saying that they’ll see you again soon, they’re sure, and waving as they leave. as soon as they’re out of earshot, atsumu lets out a huge breath.

“i told you,” he says, shaking his head, body finally relaxed in a way that makes you realized he was tense the entire time. “i told you that they were fucking weird.”

“they’re not weird, they’re sweet,” you say back. there is a certain peacefulness now that you assume only exists because of the huge absence of noise. it’s not better, just more familiar. you slot your fingers into atsumu’s, holding onto his forearm with your other hand.

“yea, if you’re not on the other side of all of their bullshit,” atsumu shakes his head.

“maybe if you didn’t talk about me so much,” you tease.

“don’t let it go to your head,” he says, lifting his arm that you don’t have a hold of and tapping on your forehead. you press your forehead into him, laughing.

the two of you sit together for another few hours, pulling work out of your bags that neither of you really focus on. you mostly spend the time cracking jokes at the other’s expense or for the other to laugh at and finding new ways to get tangled into each other on a picnic table bench until it’s time to leave.

“i’ll see you sometime tomorrow, yeah?” you ask, moving around school work and responsibilities and seeing maki in your head to make room for atsumu in your day.

he leans forward, presses the quickest, smallest kiss into the side of your cheek, “obviously.” as he leaves, the warmth stays, on your cheek and down your chest, through your fingers and toes. partially because of the kiss, sure, but mostly because of the hoodie he’s entrusted in your care.

/++/

you are both so excited for and dreading your night alone. you are excited because it’s been awhile since you’ve just had some time in your room by yourself. you are welcoming the extra time to catch up on assignments and take a shower and not do anything else that requires thinking.

you are, however, despite all of this, mostly filled with dread. saturday night is a staple miya atsumu hookup night. last week it was fine, the week before that, sure, whatever, but after last night, the thought of atsumu hooking up with some random girl that he found out at a party is bringing back a familiarly upset stomach. if you hadn’t had spent the night last night as you did, a taboo listening session might even have been in the stars tonight, would have been maybe really welcomed.

but now you’ve slept in his bed. you’ve been in his arms. you’ve been on the other side of the wall. there are memories attached to this vision of him now. when you close your eyes, you can see his room so clearly. if you had to think about them in his bed, the one that you felt safe cuddled next to him in, the one where he told you about all of his childhood friends, if you had to think of her on his pillow instead of you?

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. you will have a great night all by yourself even if that means sleeping on the farside of your room and using your noise canceling headphones at full volume.

the later it gets into the night, the more antsy you’re getting. hours are ticking by and you have never been this productive in your life, assignment after assignment finished just to stop yourself from thinking for longer than a few seconds. you won’t have to worry about school work for the next few weeks.

it’s nearly 1 am by the time that you’ve finished all of the work that you possibly can, which, in hindsight, was such a horrible idea. finishing all of your work before the 1-3 am time of the night?

well, maybe if you’re just not in your room when he gets back, you can just put your headphones on and not have to think about it at all tonight. you grab a change of clothes, your towel, all of your bathroom essentials, and make your way to dorm showers at the other end of the hall.

your shower takes much longer than it should because you make sure that it does, but somewhere along the way you must have pissed someone off, something from your past must be coming back to haunt you because instead of timing it perfectly to miss him completely, you’ve timed it perfectly to catch him completely.

he’s all dressed up, hair perfectly done in a way that begs to be messed up, stupidly cute outfit, something plain but looks insanely good on him, enough cologne to fill the entire hallway, and, only when he sees you walking down the hallway, a huge smile on his face.

you feel extremely underdressed, walking up to him. partially on account of the fact that you are wearing a huge tshirt, underwear, and absolutely nothing else. you don’t know if he’s already been drinking, if he doesn’t notice, or if he doesn’t care, but his eyes follow down your body slowly.

every single moment in your life has happened because of a culmination of things; this is just a fact. everything that has happened in your life up until this moment has built up to this moment, that’s how living works. you knew this.

but god you wish you could see a chart, could zoom in on every single point that had a hand in this moment and alter them in some sort of way that wouldn’t have caused you to say what comes out of your mouth.

you look down at your phone screen, checking the time. “woah, you hung out with me on friday and no company tonight?” you ask as you step around him and in front of your door. why would you say that.

you know why, vaguely, not completely. you’re not completely sure why you chose to essentially divulge the biggest secret you’re harbored of your entire college career in one sentence, but you know that it had something to do with how flustered you were in that moment, how good atsumu looks in front of you, and maybe the fact that it’s all you’ve been able to think about tonight.

it slips out, really, no barrier of judgment. you guys have been friends for too long. the quips and the teasing come so naturally now that you can’t help it.

this is the first time that you’re admitting this to him. your heart is pounding as you wait for him to respond. he’s not responding quick enough. you hope that he just doesn’t clock it, doesn’t understand the implications of the joke.

he furrows his eyebrows together, stopping completely, “what?”

your body is burning. how do you backtrack from this. where do you go from here.

when you don’t answer immediately, his mind starts filling in the blanks, and he starts asking more questions, “company?”

“yea, like,” you clear your throat, shifting your towel under your arm, “y’know saturday nights and company.”

he turns to face you completely and you feel like this is your first time meeting him. you feel small, tiny, chest aching because of the violence of your heart. even more so when you see the embarrassment creeping onto his face. “how would you know if i have company?”

this is it. the fucking moment. it’s been over 4 months. the two of you have lived next to each other for nearly an entire semester. you went 2 months without even knowing him, 1 month with fixing all of your previously conceived notions, and this past month falling for him and it’s all about to go crashing down because of a stupid joke you’ve made.

“you weren’t exactly subtle about it,” you answer and you’re amazed at how your voice is actually audible.

a lot of things click for atsumu in that moment, you can see it on his face.

“you heard that?” he asks, quietly stunned.

“all of it,” you answer.

it’s quiet for a moment. you can’t even hear the hum of the lights or the beat of your own heart as you wait for his reaction to the admission.

“fuck,” atsumu says, palm smoothing over his face, “god, i can’t recover from that at all can i? holy shit.” he doesn’t ask why you didn’t tell him. he doesn’t look put off or uncomfortable. “holy shit. okay. well, fuck.”

you’re about to apologize when he shakes his head, fingers pushing through his hair. you can’t exactly read whatever emotion is there, maybe panic? you can’t get a good read because it’s gone soon thereafter.

“no,” he says slowly, “i don’t have company tonight. was going to go out and drink with some friends, but i left my ID in my room.” he gestures to the keys in his hand, knuckles white around them. “you still alone this weekend?”

you nod, not really knowing what to do, where to go from here still. he’s not being weird. he’s trying to resume conversation with you, but something feels off. you want to say, “yea, i said i’d be alone all weekend, don’t you listen?” but any joke that comes to you feels too harsh, too out of place, terrified that it’ll end up an admission of something else.

“do you want-,” he begins to ask, but you shake your head so hard that you’re convinced you shake water droplets out of your hair and onto him.

“no, no, are you kidding? i look like this,” you gesture down.

atsumu looks like he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. fuck. you’ve really ruined things now.

“go out with your friends,” you say, nodding your head down to the elevators.

“we don’t have to go out,” atsumu adds.

“i’m not keeping you in on the weekend again,” you say, shifting your weight. “seriously, i’m okay alone tonight, you go on out.”

“do you want to drink?” he asks, persistent as always.

“tsumu, i told you, i’m not going out tonight,” you say. the nickname is muscle memory at this point and you’re glad that at least you have some sort of remnants of a few minutes ago.

“just, here, we can drink here,” he gestures to his dorm room. you feel like a fucking freshman again. “if you don’t want to drink, that’s cool. i just-” he hesitates. it looks more difficult than it ever has, but he steps towards you and brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “it feels weird for the first time between us and i don’t think i can leave if you’re not feeling okay,” he finishes, overly attentive and completely different than you ever expected him to be, and you feel so horrible.

“tsumu-,” you start, but he isn’t having any of it.

“i’m serious.”

“one drink,” you say, “and then you go out with your friends.”

/++/

the thing about one drink is that nobody really has one drink.

or, rather, you do at first and then you have another because the guy that you’re really into is in front of you, telling joke after joke trying to make you feel better about your relationship because you’ve just admitted that you’ve heard him having sex all semester.

and unfortunately for you and your self-deprecation, the guy that you’re really into is really good at making you feel better, not just with jokes and compliments, but with soft touches and genuine smiles.

“i can’t believe you’re staying in with me when you look like that,” you say, shaking your head. you didn’t even have time to change, are still in the same post-shower outfit that you were before.

“come on, you look better than i do,” he says, shaking his head, taking a sip of his drink and gesturing to you with his cup.

you’re sitting on his floor because the bed was a bit much after the painful conversation you had in the hallway. he’s sitting in front of you, back against his desk, as he sets his drink on the floor beside him. you let yourself flush, accept his compliment if only to fasttrack back to how it felt between the two of you before.

the thing about more than one drink is that nobody really chooses a stopping point, not when the awkwardness has faded and the guy that you’re really into continues to stay the night with you. and definitely not when said guy has taken root next to you, pressed up against you completely.

“fuck,” he shakes his head out of nowhere. he doesn’t even give you an opportunity to ask what, just repeats himself, louder, “fuck.”

“what?” you ask, turning to look at him, but not moving a single inch away from him.

“i can’t believe you heard all of that,” he says, shaking his head against the side of the bed. he laughs lightly, unbelievably. “that’s really just so embarrassing.”

for the first time tonight, at the mere mention of it, you don’t want to crawl into your room and cry. you’re not sure what exactly it is (it’s the alcohol), but you laugh with him, light at first, and then growing until you’re shaking your head. it is actually kinda funny.

“it was funny at first, honestly,” you tell him, “i was like oh my god?? and then it progressively got, yknow, not as funny when i had morning classes and exams.”

“is that why we didn’t meet for the first two months of living next to each other?” he asks, turning his head to look at you. and he does, look at you, stares into your eyes with the amount of focus that someone as drunk as the two of you should not have been able to do.

“not really, more like a gift from god,” you say.

“hey,” he whines.

“yea, that night we met i was coming back from maki’s because i couldn’t take it anymore,” you admit to him. you can see the embarrassment settle in even heavier than before, a remorse coming alongside it. after all this time, you really didn’t mean for him to feel bad about it. “you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

“i mean, that’s so- i can’t believe-,” he stammers. you’re not used to seeing him like this and you understand why he had to have at least one drink with you before going out, because right now atsumu is feeling exactly how you felt out in the hallway and all you want to do is fix that.

even if it is at your own expense.

“it’s fine, really, it’s fine,” you say, “it was funny at first, and then annoying, but i mean, eventually-” don’t you fucking dare “eventually it was good for me too.” stop fucking talking.

now he looks really confused and if you don’t explain no fucking stop he’s going to be even more weirded out.

“well, i just mean, like,” you shrug, “like eventually i started to enjoy it.” shut the fuck up.

he chooses his next words carefully, or as carefully as he can when the room is slightly moving. “like how?”

don’t say a fucking word. “like listening,” you admit. even in your drunken state, your stomach does flips.

his face still has tiny elements of confusion, but most of it morphs into something much needier than that. “to me?”

you nod, movements barely noticeable but they’re making your head spin. the air is still, room quiet save for both of your quickened breathing. then, the only thing you can see is his hand, moving so slowly that you assume he’s afraid he’ll scare you off. he reaches across you, cups your cheek and pulls you to face him. when you’re looking at him, he doesn’t move his hand.

he leans in towards you and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your body or the fact that an hour ago you were terrified that you would never be able to be in this room again, but you lean forward to meet him. he stops, just shy of your lips, talking so low that you can feel the vibrations against your lips. “and doing what?” he asks.

the whimper comes from your throat, lips tightly shut so it doesn’t have a chance to escape you. you lean forward further, pressing your forehead against his as his hand slides down your cheek to your jaw, fingers spanning your neck, curling softly so that his nails drag against your sensitive skin. you can feel it in your entire body.

he lowers his head, nudges your chin with his nose, pushing your head further into his hand, exposing your neck. “can i?” he asks, breath tickling as he speaks. you’re not sure if he realistically thought you would deny him right now of anything that he wanted, really. you nod softly, not wanting to break out of his grasp.

the first thing that you feel are his teeth, scraping against the softness of your neck. and then you feel his lips closing around the skin. you close your eyes, no point in keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling, anyway. atsumu licks a strip up your neck before moving down again. he uses his free hand to pull at the neckline of your shirt, exposing your collarbones. he wraps his lips around the bone, sucking repetitively until you’re positive that there’s purplish marks wherever he picks his head up from.

his moves his hand from your jaw, trust you to keep the position that he’s moved you into, and you do. he rewards you for this, both hands smoothing down your body, following your curves, digging into them as he pleases, latheing his tongue over the same spots on your neck and chest.

“tsumu,” you whine, not really sure for what, but just for more. his hands are on your thighs now, his fingernails pressing harshly into the fats of them before sliding upwards underneath the hem of your shirt. he can feel your skin in his hands now, can’t get enough of it as he moves his hands everywhere and anywhere he can.

when he gets to your chest, takes both of your perfectly soft tits into his hand, you hear him stifle a grunt. he moves one hand quickly, grabbing at your hip, sliding down from your waist, pulling you towards him, facing towards him so that he can feel you again, so that he can play with your tits better. his touch is harsher this time, more desperate, more purposeful as he goes straight for your tits, no longer ghosting over your skin, but aching for your heavy tits to be in his hands.

god, he can only imagine what they fucking look like all pretty and bouncing for him. fuck he needs to see them.

he pulls away from you, sits up from against the bed, moves in front of you. he’s on his knees, towering above you in your seated position. you’re looking up into his eyes, whimpers falling from your quivering lips. he cups your face again. you’re ready. you’re completely ready to recall every little thing that you have heard over the past month. you know atsumu, you know exactly what he likes, and you’re going to blow his fucking mind.

knock knock knock.

just before his lips can touch yours, there’s a pounding knock on his door.

“no fucking way,” atsumu says under his breath.

“miya atsumu, get your ass out here now or i’m breaking down the fucking door.” knock knock knock knock knock knock. it's almost scary until you hear laughter from the hallway, snickering at first and then boisterous.

“come on, i don’t even interrupt,” you say to atsumu, looking towards the door.

knock knock knock knock knock knock. “we know you’re in there.”

“they’re not going to leave it alone until i answer,” he says, defeated, “i have to answer and then- then i’ll be right back and-.”

“atsumu, you have 10 seconds and i’m gonna start ramming,” the voice says.

atsumu scurries up from the floor, walking quickly over to the door as you adjust yourself, smoothing out your oversized tshirt and patting your hair. “what?” he hisses as he cracks the door open. the person on the other side of the door pushes it open completely.

“we’re going out,” one voice says.

“another night,” atsumu says, the door already closing.

“i’m not leaving without you,” another voice replies, not pushing the door back open.

“and i’m not leaving,” atsumu says, and you can tell he’s getting impatient now.

from your spot on the floor, you recognize one of them as a guy from one of the photos. dark hair, carefree attitude. suna? you can’t remember exactly if you’ve gotten the name right. you’re surprised that you’ve even noticed the person at all. you don’t recognize any of the other two guys that are with him.

one of them, not suna, makes eye contact with you for the tiniest fraction of a second, “you literally have any other day to hookup with some chick.” you wonder if he thinks they’re being quiet. your cheeks burn. you want to be back in your room now.

“it’s not like that,” ba-bump, he says, trying to quiet them a bit or at least just bringing his own volume down.

“doesn’t matter,” one of them says.

“i didn’t want to spoil it, but,” suna says, “samu’s here.”

atsumu gets quiet for a second, really mulling over the weight of everything that’s happening, at the two sides that are pulling him in different directions. “samu’s here?”

“yeah, he was supposed to be here earlier, but his train got in super late and so he just got here and he wants to go out because it’s a saturday night. it was supposed to be a surprise or whatever, but you’re not listening to me, your best friend, and just leaving now. so that’s what you get,” suna spews.

“but i-,” atsumu says, instinctively looking back towards you. the look that you’re wearing almost makes him stay. “fuck.” he slams the door on the trio of guys and you are so grateful. you finally feel like you can breathe, can relax just the tiniest bit. he walks back over to you. “i’ve gotta-.”

you push yourself up from off of the ground, stumbling a little bit as atsumu helps you back onto your feet. “you don’t have to explain yourself, tsumu, go hang out with your friends.”

“if samu wasn’t here, i wouldn’t-.”

“i know,” you say. and it’s the truth. you 100% fully believe him with all of your heart.

“you could go out with us,” he offers.

you’re not sure that you could handle being referred to as some chick all night or atsumu’s side piece or looked at like you’d never be looked at again. you weren’t ready for a miya atsumu night out and definitely not when you’re already feeling it as much as you are. you shake your head. “you go and have fun, see your brother.”

he looks so torn, so frantic as he tries to think out the rest of his night, how to get drunk you back to your dorm without having to expose you to the people in the hallway. “i’m probably going to stay with rin and samu tonight anyway. do you want to just stay here and maybe,” he hesitates, the knocking starts again, “you can meet my brother in the morning?”

“really?” you ask.

knock knock knock knock. “it’s literally so getting so fucking late. hurry your ass up.”

atsumu helps you into his bed in not exactly the way he wanted to help you into bed tonight. “yes,” he answers, pulling the blankets over you, the softness of them so familiar. “and samu will love you and you will love him unfortunately.” atsumu reaches down and kisses your cheek. somehow it has you more flustered than anything that’s happened tonight. “tomorrow, okay?”

you nod.

he moves quickly after he’s noticed how content you are, throwing on his shoes, grabbing his ID from his desk, muttering under his breath things that you’re not sure are meant for you. fucking kidding me now? gonna beat the shit out of him for fucking i can’t fucking.

“goodnight, yn,” he says, reaching for the door, but not opening until you’ve said it back.

“goodnight, tsumu.”

you hear a click of the door, your eyes closing softly. and then you hear the voices.

“you’re seriously leaving her in there?”

“guys- seriously,” atsumu says, trying to stop the questions about what was happening in the room before they showed up.

“why’re you leavin’ a one night stand in your-”

“i said it wasn’t fucking like that. leave it,” atsumu says through gritted teeth. you hear the lock click.

“no fucking way. that was fucking her wasnt it?” suna asks.

“stop, she can fucking hear you, the walls are thin,” atsumu snaps.

you listen for the footsteps as they get quieter and quieter until you can’t hear any at all. you know you should be tired. you are tired, but you’re also in atsumu’s bed all alone. your eyelids are heavy and your breathing is slow and-

you reach your hand down between your legs.

with the scenes that are playing in your mind, you’re almost sure you could make yourself come with one tiny finger. you spread your lips apart with two fingers, sliding your middle finger down your drenched slit. you push the tip of your finger against your hole, head tilting back messily into his pillow.

he barely did anything to you at all, felt you up and kissed your neck, and you are soaking wet. your mind won’t stop wandering at where the night could have taken you if you weren’t interrupted. how deep he would be inside of you right now if you hadn’t been interrupted. at that thought, you plunge your fingers inside of you, moaning at how good they feel, but they’re not enough.

you’re missing your dildo, your fingers can’t reach deep enough, not even as you shove another finger in and circle your hips on them. you make the mistake of kneading at your tit, but it only leaves you missing the feeling of his huge hands grabbing at them. you’re feeling so fucking needy. it’s not enough that you’re doing this in his bed, you need to be doing it for him. you roll your hips against your fingers.

your clit rubs against the rough texture of the blanket and you almost come on the spot. “fuck,” you say aloud. you take your other hand on the outside of the blanket and push the fabric in between your legs, circling your hips against it. “mm fuck, tsumu.”

the blanket feels so good against you. he’s slept underneath these blankets, has probably jacked off to the thought of you underneath these blankets “fuck!” you say louder. you know exactly how loud you’re being, but you also know that no one that you care about is around to hear them.

your hands search around the bed. you don’t have time to feel any regret. it feels so good, you’re chasing this high, so fucking close. your skin feels like it’s crawling, aching. you fucking need this. you throw the blanket off of you, take your panties off and throw them across the room somewhere that you’re sure you will regret when you have to get them in the morning, but you need to feel it completely against your swollen lips and pretty clit.

you take the pillow that’s underneath your head and shove it between your legs. you press down on the soft pillow as hard as you can to get as much friction as you can as you fuck your clit into fabric that smells so fucking much like atsumu. you’re drenched, sloppy against his pillow but you can’t stop. your fingers grip into the cushion, his name falling off of your tongue like an unheard prayer.

“please, so close, so close,” you say, thrusting your hips against the pillowcase faster. you’re going to come. you’re going to fucking come on the pillow that he’s going to sleep on. “oh my fucking god,” you cry and you let yourself go, flooding as you come against his pillow. you can feel the mess that you’ve made smearing against the textured fabric.you can’t move. your bones feel like they’ve been replaced with bricks, but you need to see it. you pull the pillow up, your eyes instantly drawn to the large wet spot right in the center. fuck. you throb, so painfully empty. “fuck,” you mutter to yourself and put the pillow back between your legs, “not enough.”

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eiswolfzero · 7 months

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Heyo! I don't know if someone already but anyway, I'm too small to see if it was already asked.

1-Would there be any body dysphoria or confusion for those infected (outside of the basic ponys like Pinkie Pie) who G1 selfs looked much different that their G4 now selves?? Like the sea ponys who were... aaaaa more like seahorses??? Thought I think that in the IDW comics there are seaponys that look more like seahorses but I'm not too sure

2- Starlight Glimmer. She in her little town could be a temporary safe place before the infection reaches out? Also, if the infection occurred while Starlight was taking and replacing the cutiemarks of her cult-- I mean Town ponys and those ponys started to change, what would their reactions be to know that they no longer have a special talent?? Or not having magic/cutiemark protect them from the infection??

3- We know that their are not much bad guys left in MLP, but I can see other creatures or previous bad guys who are still lurking around try to make a move before Celestia turns them into bubbles...

Thought Cozy Glow (who I think has no inspiration) as the little smart cute innocent child she is make her way and just ask ¨Oh golly, dear princess, would you like to share some tea with one of your subjects? *makes puppy eyes*¨

Chrysalis I don't know... but Tirek would be 10 times scarier as his previous interaction could turn ponys into dragons (if I remember correctly (´。＿。｀))

But that's mostly all I have in my mind, I think... I might think on lore stuff

Hiii 👋🏻👋🏻

1 - very good question. Let's say the sea ponies can get infected via contact from the ponies (and don't vanish into the sea before anything bad happens to them), then yes, if one of them can be infected then they will probably have some issues with their body. Pinkie / Surprise as an example won't be dealing well with the fact that she should have wings and there aren't wings. It's different than, let's say, Twilight, who may have wings she can't use anymore, but she still has her horn and as such, it's a bit easier to accept the different body.

2 - I have to say, I'm not very well versed on the plot of Starlight and her cutie mark erasing! It makes me wonder of the infection actually could undo what she did. Weren't they kinda like some zombies? Or am I just picturing it wrong? (then oops haha) If there is a sane and healthy pony mind, then yes, it could be replaced like any other!

3 - Imagine Celestia as Majesty, still being ridiculous in her punishments. "Oh, you tried to interrupt my tea party? might as well force you to attend them now :/". Cozy could probably infiltrate like that! Is she good at keeping up appearances or would the image crackle soon?

#mlp #mlp infection au #infection au #asks #geluthebabosamultiversal #what were the punishment for Chrysalis und Tirek?#are they still around to be infected?

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quinloki · 5 months

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…… it is consuming all of my brain function I barely have brain cells to rub together for ANYTHING ELSE RN IM SO SORRY ITS SO LONG

Marco and Sabo who aren't actually from conflicting organizations, they're from organizations that are partnered (whitebeard/revolutionaries) but they have this weird rivalry (mostly on Sabo's side tbh) bc Ace and Sabo grew up together but Ace didn't join the same organization bc Sabo disappeared similar to canon but they were reunited at some point and ace yapped his ear off about his partner marco

anyways the organizations both have someone in their eye (reader) and decide to work together to obtain the asset. however ace is trash at undercover work so they send sabo and marco together instead

reader works for croc maybe doing something similar to what robin used to do and kinda similar vibes to nami in a sense of owing croc a bunch of money they occasionally prowl the casino floor looking for dudes to 'rip off' to help pay the debt down

and oh look it's a pair of brothers talking about how their dad left them a bunch of money and they've never done this before time to get them drunk and clean them out ofc they'll only act drunk and you offer to escort them up to their room safely

then bam drugged and you're out cold and stuffed in a suitcase and they're out of there (but being followed oh nooo) and you wake up in a totally different hotel room and you try to fight them but trained spies so you basically just end up pinned like we're ready to make you a better deal than crocodile just calm down and you're like ???? wait you're not here to use me against crocodile??? i'm down I was only working for him bc I owed him money and his new business partner (doffy) gives me the creeps so what can you offer

and sabo is like what is this stockholm syndrome already and marco just shakes his head and sighs and they basically outline what the organizations are looking for/offer which is like 10x better than working for crocodile so you accept but oop yall are still being followed so spy shenandigans and little scuffles follow and you travel a lot trying to get back to their base

and it puts you all in very close proximity for some time often sharing hotel rooms and then one time the only room available is one bed and ofc then comes the bickering of who will sleep where with the guys planning on the floor and it's like come on we're all adults here it'll be fine (famous last words) and ofc yall wake up snuggled together and sabo is interally like wtfff that's the best I've slept probably ever

and yall have all been practically attached at the hip for safety so everyone is pent up and they both get some morning wood and its like this is wrong yall are brothers and they're like we're not real brothers?? and then you're like oh. well then.

fun times ensue and after it's a bit awkward like well what do we do now but then bam croc's men catch up so it's run away and not think about that time and there's a few more stops between then and getting back to safety and a few more fun times and then yall are seperated when you get back and it's like aw it's over but they start sneaking in to see you and it's like welp I guess this is a thing

and you see them together and seperate and while they see eachother in your company they see very little of eachother outside of it bc they're dealing with eachother for you except marco is very good at putting sabo under him and riling him up and it's always so hot to watch especially when marco orders sabo to do specific things to you

and yall have fun like that for awhile and then ofc there's some drama like maybe croc's men finally sneak in and snatch you up but you're like a beloved member of both organizations so they'll go to war for you and snatch you back and the boys are so happy to have you back they spend days showing you just how much

anyways brain is empty rn imma go to bed and maybe think about more or just more specific sexy times so sorry for the brain dump love you lots hope you enjoyed <3333

Okay - no but that was an awesome ride \o/

You’re in bad with Crocodile, and Doffy wants to “help”, but gods the strings attached to that offer are so bad you’d rather sleep with Croc honestly, but that’s not happening because your relationship with him is exceptionally negative in this story. (I imagine to the point of his cigars making you rankle.)

In come easy marks Sabo and Marco, and oh it’s fun and flirting as you ply these men with drinks and compliments. They even give you small gifts in exchange, tips whether they win big or not. The flirting becoming more heated as the drinks continue in.

Neither is really affected. Sabo’s tolerance is legendary, and Marco can’t even get drunk because of the Phoenix. At least not drinking so little. (He’d slammed a gallon or two once in frustration and had managed to feel drunk for minute or two.

Once the facade is dropped and things are explained (helluva hook you have there, Sabo admits, having taken a wild swing to the jaw), your on board. But you have concerns - your bullshit debt aside, you’re an asset to Croc, he doesn’t let go of assets.

Worry not, their bases are in the New World, and Croc’s connections are in Paradise. It’s going to be a long trip - island hopping down the grand line to reach the Red Line and safety. Weeks and months of staying under the radar and keeping close.

You’re the one to admit you don’t mind some stress relief as long as it doesn’t get weird. They’re brothers - oh wait they aren’t - okay but you’ll be coworkers of a sort, no mixing business and pleasure. We’re all adults here.

Your only concern is that these orgasms aren’t going to be outdone because it’s criminal how well these two work your body. You make it to the Red Line - feelings are caught, you’re caught, war breaks out.

Confessions and concessions as you drown in your two sweet blonde boys, never to be worried about anyone or anything no matter how dangerous it gets.

I love it - it’s a very action packed take on the ideas for Outnumbered, and I love the emotions tied to reader getting kidnapped/saved.

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #revolutionary sabo #sabo the revolutionary

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OMG ITS LITERALLY WHAT WEVE TALKED ABOUT LMFAOOOO the “nikos only 15” and ofc aiku being aiku and Barou being like “can u stfu” also I lowk forgot that the special exhibition art (the colorings you reblogged recently) had niko and aiku tgt LMAO truly destiny

Wait I almost forgot about that moment bc YEAH FR I remember thinking in that moment like “is bro a kdrama watcher????” Nagi truly is an enigma

I’m ngl I was (am..??? I just forgot abt the concern until just now ig) worried that they’d make the entire first episode the wildcard thing but surely not..!!!! Surely not….lowk I don’t think there’s even enough content there to fill whole episode (I hope) only because I really couldn’t gaf about Shidou or igaguri

NO FR IVE BEEN TRYING TO GET PEOPLE ON THE CHIGIRI MAN AGENDA FOR AGES (I say that having not interacted with like any of the fandom) because his hair is the only thing that really sticks out as not typical dude (bro does NOT use 3 in 1 shampoo) but lowk I think that’s also just because of his meticulous/picky nature for things? We see him taking a lot of time for his knee too ofc but other than that he’s such a dude HSHSHS like are we forgetting all the dude bro muscle screaming moments he has to get hyped up with Barou and zantetsu after the 3v3 and leading up to the 4v4 and also he’s had his moments on field too like…fanon characterizations really are the epitome of wrong (oops)

Bro I’m just imagining the two otoyas meeting like you’re typical like multiverse crossover episode hollyhocks like “yeah bro I’m an assassin” and bllk otoyas “like sick dudeee I get hella girls” and hollyhock otoya replies with “ayo that’s my boy, would’ve been me if I weren’t busy killing ppl smh” LMAOOOO

No matter the au Yukimiyas always dying surrounded by idiots LMAOOO he just never wins…the “unfortunately there’s ness” has me howling AHAHAHA real there are no ness enjoyers here

Karasu being a softie and picking up random animals so real and yuki is so done with his shit but POKEMON AU I also forgot we had a section in our convo abt that (not specifically your au but pokemon in general) omg…can you drop some hints from the outline….im Lowk curious what kinda story you’d write i don’t think I’ve ever seen a pokemon au fic (no pressure ofc!! Only if u wanna show it LOL)

LMFAOAOAOAOA YOURE NOT AKAZA IS BRUTAL YOU JUST KILLED THE MAN stop im crying that would’ve been such a funny response (although kinda mean shdgshshs) what is your strat for rejecting these people because i can only imagine you’d have a shit ton of opps if they took your words the wrong way omg

NOOO OUR STREAK it’s ok we can erase this outlier….also lowk I think it’s maybe just the game art style if you showed me a pic of yuki making this face in the manga or in fanart I’d think he looked hot but something about the eye sizing and like his mouth isn’t consistent and throws it off for me…like if they exaggerated his smirk a bit more and adjust the left eye shape to kinda follow the sharper “angry” look as opposed to just leaving it completely normal maybe it’d be better….atp it sounds like im just saying “make a Karasu face” oops

- Karasu anon

LMAOOO RIGHT IT WAS SO PERFECT aiku trying to be the big bro of the ubers but mommy barou is NOTT letting his bs slide 😭 i also love the headcanon of aiku trying to be bffs w barou meanwhile barou has 0 interest and thinks aiku is an idiot (deep down he actually thinks he’s chill but he would NEVER admit that) also poor niko the mdni sign killed me 😩

when he said that i was like 😮 because it was so random??? but honestly he’s so real for that…average nagimira activities are just us rewatching crash landing on you and relating the characters to people we know irl KFNDKSKSK

OKAY if i have to make a prediction they’re going to start the episode with the flashback almost like a prologue?? reo will be the narrator introducing what the scenario is, we see the confrontation + game + outcome, and then we cut back to ego announcing top six and explaining the premise of the third selection ☝🏻 that way the hype for shidou is built up but the rest of the top six are also introduced and we can get right into the third selection from there since there’s also the entire u20 arc that’s supposed to fit into this season so they can’t delay too much

OKAY PLUS CHIGIRI HAS AN OLDER SISTER WHO HE’S REALLY CLOSE WITH as someone who gets along rlly well with my own little brother you KNOW that man has a meticulous skin and haircare routine because i’d literally make fun of him if he didn’t…tbh those are the vibes chigiri gives me 😩 but agreed i mean he’s honestly manlier than isagi (he also has a pretty deep voice) and despite having a “pretty” appearance he doesn’t necessarily act as such ☝🏻 except in official arts but lbr official arts are lowkey the fanon versions of characters half of the time anyways

PLSSS can you imagine the hollyhock characters meeting their current time counterparts 😭 like the two otoyas are just dapping each other up because their living each other’s dreams meanwhile bllk karasu’s just like “wtf i’m the general of the army and eventually become shogun and my best friend is a baddie ⁉️” and hollyhock karasu is like “eh ig so” and bllk karasu’s like “why are you depressed then dawg that’s fire” and hollyhock karasu is like “i miss otoya and y/n ☹️” FJDJDJSJSJ omg poor yukimiya though he’d definitely be like “why tf am i a villain 😭😭😭” meanwhile hollyhock yuki is like “🤷🏻 it was coachella 2016 that was the vibe at the time”

bro save yukimiya he’s actually a victim he needs to become friends w aiku and barou (new diva trio) because idt he can actually take being a trio w karasu and otoya longer…OKAY HEAR ME OUT instead of tabieitaken it’s tabieitaryu (karasu + otoya + SHIDOU i think that would be such a peak dynamic) and then yuki seeks refuge w the ubers or mancity groups because he could easily be close w reo or barou i can rlly see either…ALTERNATIVELY in actual canon let’s see a yukimiya and kunigami team up ☝🏻 GET YUKI OFF THE BENCH, GET US A WILDCARD FLASHBACK, AND LET THE BOYS W THE FUCKED UP BODIES AND DESTRUCTIVE THEMES LINK UP AND SCORE THE FINAL GOAL 🙏🏻 it would be a good way to utilize kunigami i think (since he’s not rlly done much post wildcard) and also to reinforce why yuki was literally number five in the third selection

OFCCC I CAN TALK ABT THE POKÉMON AU i actually wrote it in my notes app so i’ll just type instead of giving screenshots since that’ll end up as a lot 😭

so basically the gist of it is the mc is barou’s younger cousin or sister or smth (rip barou male lead but the familial bond is the main theme of the story so he’s still important) and he disappears to go on a journey when he’s of age and he’s never heard from again!! originally mc doesn’t want to go on a journey but eventually she’s decides she has to in order to find barou ☝🏻 they don’t live close enough to a professor for her to get an actual starter so she takes the sibling of barou’s first pokemon, which is a houndour, so that’s her starter!! she goes through the region in search of barou, collecting badges and meeting the crew (who i will elaborate on in the next paragraph hehe) and catching pokémon/having various misadventures etc etc but eventually they realize an evil team (because is it a pokémon au if there’s no evil team) is after them after originally thinking mc is one of them because of her houndour as they believe the crew is a threat to the team’s goals 😨 it’s eventually revealed when mc breaks into the base that the leader is barou HOWEVER barou is very clearly acting strange and it turns out he actually died right before challenging the champion of the region and the evil team used a ghost pokémon to puppeteer his body so that they could use his team since he basically had the strongest team in the region and would’ve been champion if he didn’t die 😓 the evil team wants to get rid of pokémon training as a system because they believe it takes advantage of the unfortunate (such as nagi) which the mc does agree with but she can’t agree with their methods and especially possessing barou’s corpse 😭 so she and her houndoom kill barou for good which leads barou’s own houndoom to basically kill itself (the rest of his pokémon are inherited by mc and mostly like her because they realize how much she loved barou and how she never stopped looking for him) and this proves aiku’s theory that pokémon do form familial bonds as mc’s houndoom mourns for its brother (also ik i just mentioned nagi and aiku without context but i’ll explain who they are now + their teams and hopefully it’ll make more sense then!!)

so the main group that reader travels with is herself, tullia, otoya, and karasu!! otoya is the descendant of an exiled clan and he’s trying to regain their honor by being a legitimate trainer instead of all sneaky the way his family members were, karasu is the younger brother of the region’s flying-type gym leader (yayoi 🥹) and he ran away from home to prove himself as a trainer in his own right, and tullia is an aspiring pokémon breeder who’s basically training up her own pokémon so people want their offspring?? if that makes sense lol

mc’s team: houndoom [starter], gyarados, aegislash, donphan, galvantula, dragalge

barou’s team: houndoom [starter], pangoro, zoroark, krookodile, sharpedo, weavile

otoya’s team: greninja [starter], ampharos, blissey, sylveon, ninetales, altaria

tullia’s team: infernape, lilligant, vivillon, lanturn, granbull, hitmonchan (all pokémon mentioned to be somehow helpful to people, particularly attractive/used as companions, or, in hitmonchan’s case, having offspring with multiple evolutions [without being basic and just giving her an eevee])

karasu’s team: honchkrow [starter], pidgeot, staraptor, talonflame, garchomp, lucario (he mostly has flying type pokémon because yayoi kept giving him rejected gym pokémon to keep for himself; lucario and garchomp are the only ones he catches himself)

then we have a lot of recurring characters, some who appear more than others (ex nagi has a lot of appearances because he’s my goat whereas hiori and isagi don’t have as many)

yukimiya wants to be a battler like the rest but because of his frail health and eyes he’s forced to be a coordinator and model however he’s actually quite talented at battling so he helps mc in training and move efficiency and whatnot whenever he sees her

team: breloom [starter] , steelix, alakazam, noivern, manectric, azumarill

nagi had like 0 interest in going on a journey or doing anything difficult but a fire burns his house down and leaves him an orphan and the only way he can get any governmental assistance/literally SURVIVE is by becoming a trainer so that’s what he does

team: arcanine [starter], goodra, reuniclus, clefable, whimsicott, snorlax

reo is the son of the current champion and he’s training to be a gym leader and eventually possibly replace his father as the champion

team: gallade [starter], mawile, persian, flygon, cinccino, florges

chigiri used to be a very famous rapidash racer but he has a very bad accident and injures his leg to the point that he can’t race anymore so he also has to become a trainer in order to earn money

team: off-the-track rapidash [starter], zebstrika, dragonite, gorebyss, liepard, pyroar

hiori literally just becomes a trainer so his parents leave him alone and he can have some peace and quiet; i’m thinking he appears in some kind of fossil-related side quest hence why he gets a fossil pokémon

team: kingdra [starter], metagross, nidoqueen, luxray, aurorus, swanna

isagi is completing the trials to become an elite four member so he kinda runs into mc and co every now and then?? he seems to have known barou in the past so mc tries to talk to him about it but isagi doesn’t know what happened to barou; or, if he does, he’s elusive about it and refuses to answer mc’s questions

team: charizard, lapras, stoutland, machamp, leafeon, raichu

aiku is in training to be a pokémon professor and is currently doing research for his thesis about whether pokémon are capable of forming familial bonds on the level that humans do or if it’s more instinctive pack-bonding for them

team: aiku doesn’t really have a team per se since he mostly does catch and release for research purposes but he does have an arbok that stays with him permanently and is his partner in crime and rizz

um…anyways…that was a lot as you can see…LMAOAOA idk who the endgame would be in terms of a love interest (probably nagi if we’re being real) because the main focus is honestly mc and barou’s sibling relationship ☝🏻 i also don’t know who tullia would end up if anyone i just wanted another female main-ish character so it’s not just mc with a bunch of boys 😭

HELP I LITERALLY HAVE A FORMULA FOR REJECTING GUYS tried true and perfected so feel free to steal!! i just say “hey i’m flattered you thought to ask me and i really admire you for speaking up but i’m not interested in you like that. i hope we can still be friends!” (i ghost immediately afterwards though ngl) that only works if they’re straight up abt it otherwise if they’re being sneaky i just ignore/ghost or make up a boyfriend/parental excuse 😭 i have made some opps sadly but for the most part it’s worked out well!!

EEK tbh i’m used to watching some very crunchy animes and gaslighting myself into finding characters attractive so i think my mind just automatically yassified him…like i see the vision and the vision is hot enough that i’m like ok yeah he’s hot LDFHJSJS

#answered asks #pokémon au

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the-sun-princess · 1 month

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Emi Plays Revue Starlight: El Dorado Part 4

what's the point of having carmencita be a role that shows their face/has diff outfits if she shows up like once to do nothing and then dies

meanwhile the bit roles who show up quite a bit all look like this

i was hoping they'd at least put whoever's playin them eyes on there

wow alejandro sure caught up to salvatore fast for being at least a half day behind

iskjdfhks its very funny that salvatore first hires zulfikar to help kill alejandros dad and then alejandro goes n hires zulfikar like 12hours later to kill miguel

mm and the play ends. at least this isn't super long so going back thru it won't take too long

and it does promise different script depending on who is who so. yay gon have to find all the new songs on spotify i got star darling and one other one but there's more in the bg. oops i did not mean to close it. anyway. 2nd go around time

i know i dont NEED to start from the very beginning i did save at the choosing screen but i will anyway

mostly BC I WANTED TO GET THE AXOLOTL THIS TIME. WHATS ITS NAME

AND BC i didnt get the full list of what chief voted for whom last time

equipment karen, art futaba, lighting nana, props maya, music mahiru, stage setting kaoruko, production claudine, costume junna

I CAN PICK MAHIRU NOW-

tho now i kinda wanna save her for last...esp now that i know its not really terribly all that long. i'll save her for last yeah bc i will Not shut up during it

not quite as dramatic a reaction of frustration for kaoruko n maya as it was for junna and karen lmao

lesse....junna and karen as leads had nana miguel, mahiru isabel, futaba carmencita, kaoruko cavallero, maya columbuc, and claudine luigi

for kaoruko maya leads, we get futaba miguel, claudine isabel, junna carmencita (based off who's left) karen luigi, mahiru columbus, and nana cavallero

kaoruko WHY are u sighing so much that u got the leads kjfhkjshdf

oh ok they got asked to say a few words as leads and now kaoruko busts out the ojou-sama laugh. there she is

snort

i don't believe you

maya: i refuse to be as cringe as you

i am curious, what on earth does kaoruko have to revenge against maya

and claudine v futaba idk that either. mahiru v nana i do lol.

well i guess that's right

yeah ok

KJSHFDKJHSDF THIS IS SUCH AN OLD REF.....ALSO WASNT IT ONE WHOLE LOLLIPOP MAYA THAT WAS LEFT IN THERE

oh she's pissed BC there was only ONE LOLLIPOP AKJHKFJSHDF WHEEZING

I dont even remember exactly WHY kaoruko gave her candy like i know it was the episode futaba n kaoruko were fighting but i cant remember what maya did in that ep

maya is so serious about the funniest things

so DRAMATIC and it IS funny maya. also girl just don't eat baumkuchen everyday you'll be fine

kaoruko + maya: u bitches gay. good for you

oh a SPECIFIC beach for kaoruko

it's actually a different beach background color me surprised. tho it might just be the same beach but flipped later on i'm not positive

girl ur the onee who wanted to come out here

kaoruko we all know u nap on futaba's bike what are u talking about

lmaoooo maya knew futaba was gon leave the bike with kaoruko that's hilarious. national troupe trio secrets ftw

maya: get a bike license get a license kaoruko: i think NOT maya it's very funny u are trying so hard to get kaoruko to ride the bike but she MAY wreck it

sjkfh the last one is funny bc im just remembering her being put in the 'knock them down a peg' class in whatever stageplay for the new national

maya's alejandro sounds like a 12yo shounen protag lol

skjdfh eroge ok masai id u say so

skjfhkjshkjfhskjdfh innocuous. u are Very Wrong judy

karen thats not the point-

tru kaoruko and hikari have that in common

tho at least kaoruko's easier to get back

sfkjhsdf at least karen n junna bother to let ppl know they're off somewhere. kaoruko n maya just disappear

fair nuff kaoruko

fkjsdhKJHKFJH

SNORT NOW SHES THE ONE COMPLAINING ABOUT THE DISTANCEkjshdfjh demanding kaoruko get a bike license

'and if you don't, i will!'

kaoruko just going WHY skjfhiuhsdf i mean. it is a silly demand just bc kaoruko poofed. i mean u DID find her maya

honestly actual logic from kaoruko

jdkfhksjfdh maya: u aint SHIT compared to judy knightly

i wish there were actual lil stabby arrow animations like the sounds imply it'd be funnier

oh i hit the image limit i guess that's it for this one. off to the next post then

<<part 3 part 5>>

#emi plays el dorado #revue starlight el dorado

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lotusbee07 · 2 years

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This is dreamnotfound smut! If you wanna read more then go and check out my wattpad page.

Top- Dream

Bottom- George

Summary- George gets a spicy massage 💆

Includes- Daddy kink,Crying kink, Degrading,Dirty talk, Subspace.

3rd person pov

"Fucking hell-" George groans out and winces once he gets out of bed and stretches. Did I do gymnastics in my sleep of some shit.. George pauses as he thinks before walking to his bathroom and doing his morning routine like Brushing his teeth,Getting in the shower and using the bathroom.

Soon george walks out of the bathroom in a clean oversized black dream smile hoodie that he stole from the guy himself and a pair of freshly washed white lace panties. What? He thinks it makes his ass look good, Anyways.

George makes his way out of his room with a slight limp in his step from the pain in his lower back, soon enough he found himself walking into the living room.

He slows his steps to an almost full stop whenever he finds a shirtless dream man spreading on the couch with his phone in his right hand.

Dream feels eyes on him so he looks up and notices george standing in the middle of the living room starring at him with a kinda dazed look?? But dream doesn't look to much into it and proceeds to say.

"You okay George?" In a slightly worried tone, The sound of dreams voice makes george almost jump out of his skin.

"Y-yeah I'm fine" he says after clearing his voice, He can feel that his face is aflame because the room seemed to get hot all of the sudden.

Dream hums in response, George makes his way over to the couch still limping and sits down with a grimace which caught dreams attention.

Dream stares at George for a moment with a questioning gaze before saying "Are you sure your okay because your kinda walking with a limp and you sat down like your ass hurts.."

Dream thinks for a while and talks again before George could say something.

".. Did you and Sapnap do something last night? I heard noises last night but didn't think to much of it until just now." Dream says with a glare as jealously laces his voice.

George's eyes go wide "WHAT n-no we didn't do anything! I just slept wrong or som-something" George blurts out in a panicked tone and blushes a deep red whenever he realized dream could hear him moaning but doesn't speak up about the noises.

Dreams face softens some, His face dusted with a light blush from embarrassment of assuming sapnap and George messed around last night.

"My bad I didn't mean to assume" Dream says in a low whisper like voice, moves closer to George making their knees touch.

George clears his voice once again out of nerves "No. No its fine I would have probably asked the same thing if it was me in your place." He smiles before giving off a slight laugh making dream smile as well.

An Idea pops up in dreams mind as he places his left hand on George's upper thigh without noticing, George internally screams blushing so much he thinks his face might fall off.

Holy shit. Holy shit dreams hand is so close to my fucking dick right now... Damn look at those freaking hands. There so big.. Bigger then mine and fuck his hand is veiny too.. I wonder what they would feel like slapping my a-

"George!" dream yells trying to get Georges attention which worked because he jumps and looks at dream with wide eyes and a Scarlett face.

"Y-yeAh" George curses himself out in his head for sounding like such a idiot and notices dreams hand is no longer there and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Well I was saying actually more like asking if you wanted me to give you a massage so we can see if that will help but you kinda blanked out on me for almost 2 minutes." Dream laughs out loud.

George bits his lip before saying "S-sure I guess. I mean just to see if it helps- im not saying yes just so like you could touch me I don't want- well I do want you to touch m-" George slaps a hand over his face so fast it stings.

Stupid stupid STUPID! George says over in over to himself in his head before looking up at dream seeing a stupid fucking grin on his face, wanting to slap it off of his perfect damn face.

Dream starts to wheeze making George feel ten times more embarrassed, He starts glaring at Dream and slaps him in the back of the head "Its not fucking funny you bitch".

Dream holds the back of his head and looks at George still having that damn smirk on his face.

"Whatever you sayyy" Dream says in a sing songy voice, Continues to talk but in a serious tone this time.

"Take of your clothes." He says with a straight face looking George straight in the eyes. "What?!" George says in a somewhat panicked voice starring at dream like he's crazy before realizing he agreed to the massage so I guess he does have to take of what he has on besides his panties of course.

Oh shit I forgot all about me wearing this thong. Fuckkk.

"Oh um okay.." He hesitates before grabbing the him of his hoodie and the shirt underneath taking a breath, Soon lifts the shirt and hoodie over his head in one go trying to get it over with.

He can feel dreams eyes on him but he can not look dream in the eyes right now so his eyes remain on the floor, He swears he hears dream groan but he wasn't so sure because his mind was to fogged up with thoughts.

Dream swallows the pool of spit in his mouth, Curses himself whenever he feels himself start to get hard.

"This might be easier on a bed and more comfortable.. So lets go to my room" Dream says in a rough and deep voice making George shiver as he begs his dick not to get hard from dreams voice.

Dream stands up and starts walking to his room trying to not make it obvious that he's hard in his sweats right now, George gets up as well and trails behind dream like a obedient little puppy and George feels his dick twitch at the thought of actually being dreams pet.

They soon make it to dreams door, Dream opens his door and motions for George to head in first.

Dreams eyes land on George's ass when he walks into the room, Dream could feel his dick grow bigger at the sight.

Dream always knew George had a big butt from the times were his eyes would wonder down when George was walking infront of him or whenever George laid on his stomach fast asleep on the couch but damn its so fucking big that it jiggles when he walks.

Dream almost moans at the sight and stops himself before he starts palming himself from how painfully hard he is.

"Get on the bed and lay down on your stomach." Dream says in a dominant tone.

George speed walks over to the bed without thinking twice, lays down with his face in dreams pillow and his hands wrapped around over his head.

He can feel himself going into his headspace but he pushes it back and listens as he hears dream start to move around.

Dream grabs some massage oil from his bathroom and walks over to his bed before getting on it and straddling George's legs, Making sure George can't feel his hard on because that would be embarrassing.

George bites his lip when he hears the click of something opening.

"This might be cold so just a warning.." Dream warns George as he clicks open the bottle of oil and pours some onto his hand and rubs it around to make it not so cold.

George soon feels cold hands on his upper back making him tense up but soon relaxes and groans whenever he feels Dreams oiled up fingers dig into the back of his neck and make there way to his shoulders getting just the right spots.

Dream is so focused right now which is crazy because his ADHD usually messes with him.

Once the knots in George's upper back subside he trails his hands down George's spine moving his fingers in circular motions, George moans from how good dreams hands feel on his body.

Dream almost groans at the sound that George just let out, his dick leaking pre-cum onto his boxers but thankfully his sweats don't have a wet spot on them. Soon his hands find themselves at the edge of George's thong, His fingers tease the hem of them slowly sliding his thumbs underneath but doesn't go any further.

"Can I?" Dreams asks in a whisper, George answers with the nod of his head but that's not good enough. Dream needs to hear him say it.

George." He says in a gruff voice making George let out a whine indicating that he just went into sub space.

"Answer me. Use your words." Dream knows that George is in subspace from the way his body is reacting to the words that he's saying and by the way george looks over his shoulder looking at dream with big wide doe eyes letting out a yes before shoving his face back into dreams pillow.

Dream bites his lips and lets a groan slip past his lips whenever George lifts his hips off the bed making his ass lift into the air.

Dream wants to rip that thong off, Barry his face in between his ass and eat him out but he refrains, instead slowly takes in off of George and throws it on the floor beside George's other clothes.

George whimpers whenever he feels his exposed dick hit dreams bed. His dick is begging for some friction so his hips buck against the sheets without warning causing him to moan into the pillow.

Dream grips George's hips stopping him from humping the bed, Leans over him before pressing his lips against the shell of George's ear. "You like this don't you? You like my hands rubbing against your body. Tell me that you love it George. Tell me how much of a slut you are for humping the bed like a damn puppy."

George moans as he ruts his hips against the bed again, Dream grips harder on his hips making George whine in frustration.

"Fucking say it George. Tell me how much of a whore you are for wanting my dick this bad." Dream growls out in a cocky voice.

"I'm such a whore for y-your dick daddy. I need i-it bad Please." George sobs out of frustration just wanting dreams dick inside him already.

Dream grinds his dick against George's exposed ass after hearing George beg and call him daddy.

"I bet I can make you cum just from my voice by the way your acting." Dream says as he bites into George's neck, George moans loud from the pain and pleasure coursing through his body.

"I can't wait to fuck your tight ass.. Making you scream when I hit that place inside you that makes you go crazy. I'll fuck you till you can't take it anymore and I'll fill you up so many times that you'll never feel empty." Dream continues to torture George by thrusting his clothed dick against George.

"Cum for me baby."

George crys out as he feels his orgasm hit him so hard that all he can see is white, his body is convulsing and he's sobbing from the intense pleasure that doesn't seem to stop.

Dream lifts himself off of George as he watches in awe seeing him shake, moan and cry.

His hands slide off of George and he flips him over making George's back hit the puddle of cum that's on the bed.

Dream stares at George's flushed face seeing tears run down his rosy cheeks and down his chin soon dropping onto the bed. Dream has never admitted this to anyone but seeing people cry from pleasure turns dream on a little bit to much.

George opens his eyes as he feels hands on his face wiping away his tears, looks up at dream and blushes he's to tired to be embarrassed right now and all he's gotta say is that that was the best orgasm in my life. He smiles and Dream smiles back at him.

"Did my massage help?" Dream says with a smirk and a hint of cockiness laced in his voice.

George grabs the back of dreams head and kisses him catching him off guard but dream soon kisses him back.

George pulls back "It helped a lot,I gotta say that was the best massage ever." He says with a huge smile.

"We should do it again." George says while looking dream in the eyes.

"Definitely".

#dreamnotfound #smut #dnf fic #dnf smut #dsmp fanfic #wattpad

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ageless-aislynn · 1 year

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I didn’t get a chance to tell y’all last night, frens, but I did manage to finish my Mass Effect: Andromeda playthrough before Camp NaNo began! My first playthrough with Jaal took 120 hours because that Sara would be happy to help you, citizen, to get your cat out of the tree along with any and all other side quests, lol!

For Reyes 😍 I just backed the Jaal playthrough up to Kadara, gave Sara a makeover and romanced the heck out of that scoundrel, lol! So, don’t know how many hours that took. 🤷‍♀️

For Peebee, I didn’t go all of the way back to when we first met her but just grabbed another makeover, then jumped in right before the Zero-G scene 🥳 and finished the game from there in about 60 hours total.

Annnnnd now I’ve found a couple of shortcuts that let me go back to where we’d just landed on Eos (geez, I’d forgotten what a pain that was with all the radiation and no outpost or forward stations yet 😬), took yet another makeover, then played all the way through to the movie night scene and to where we’d defeated the Archon and settled Meridian... in 30 hours total. *fistpump*

Of course, to do that I ended up skipping all of the Architect fights, didn’t do the Turian pathfinder mission so Captain Dunn died because there was only the Salarian and Asari pathfinders and they couldn’t save her without a third, 😥 (I actually feel bad about that, that would be the only thing I’d change in the future in a “fast playthrough” is to make room for saving Cpt Dunn), I opened all of the vaults but didn’t put outposts on Kadara (left all of Reyes’ missions undone, only met with him once or twice so I wouldn’t be tempted by that handsome fella 😳😛) or Elaaden (didn’t even meet with Overlord Morda at all, oops 👀) and didn’t do Peebee or Liam’s loyalty missions because they had no outcome on the ending.

But, I did have plenty of time for my best Turian girl! 💖

Look at how cute we are! Tol and smol, FTW!

Spikey gf movie night sofa snuggles, d’aww...

Vetra is precious and needs to be protected at all costs! *fist thump* 🤗😉

And look at the emails she sent me! (For those who don’t know, Sid is her younger sister who we meet and help along the way. 😉)

But I really want to what sort of MONSTER would choose the second option in the scene where she’s taken you up to look at the view on Kadara. You’re laying there, looking up at the sky and she’s hesitantly confessed that you were kinda acting like maybe you liked her... as more than a friend?

WHO WOULD PICK “SORRY, JUST PLAYING”??? ZOMG, YOU’LL BREAK HER HEART, WHAT’S THE MATTER WITH YOUUUUUUUU???? You’ve had to flirt with her a bunch of times to get this dialogue, so it’s not like you accidentally romanced her. THEN YOU’D CUT HER DOWN LIKE THAT?

Eobard Thawne will cross over from the Flash multiverse just to SIDE-EYE THE HECK OUT OF YOU if you pick that option. Tell ‘em, Eo!

*gigglesnort* Anyway! I share because I care or, more accurately, I’m still just loving the game so much, I have to tell somebody or 🌈💖 rainbows and hearts 💖🌈 will come bursting out of my fangirl heart like, um, a super cute and decorative Alien chestburster? Wow, that analogy went REALLY wrong, sorry, lol! 🤷‍♀️😬😉

Next, I think I’ll do a full restart and play as Scott but my priority for this month is focusing on my Camp NaNo wordcount, so won’t be spending every free second gaming.

Notice I didn’t say I’d be giving up gaming for the month? Because, yeah, not gonna happen. I enjoy my Halo and Andromeda waaaaay too much for that! 😛

All righty, I’mma get back to writing now. If you read all of this, then just know I consider you a superstar and think you deserve a basket of cookies or other goodies of your choice!

Love you, frens! Take care and see you next time! 💖💖💖

#mass effect: andromeda #mass effect andromeda #sara ryder x vetra nyx #ais has a happy #this is my game tag #mass effect andromeda update of updateyness #camp nanowrimo #ageless aislynn

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fourseasonsfigs · 1 year

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Wolf Warriors - Big Hands Small Hands

This is one of the more unique fig sets I have, because they are posable!

This set was inspired, of course, by the Youku "fakecast" for Word of Honor. This not-really-a-livecast was pre-recorded by Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun prior to airing on February 23, 2021. We've seen figs from this before here, and we'll see more of them in the future - this is absolutely a gold mine of fig inspiration.

You can watch this English subbed here:

dailymotion

And then part 2 is here:

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Alright, I just lost several hours watching that again! Those two make me laugh so much. Zhehan is such a rascal, I swear!

I bought these figs from a seller on Xianyu - this was way before my direct purchasing time. These arrived in the warehouse, and all excited, I opened up the warehouse picture. And yelped!

I'll be honest, I don't know exactly what I was expecting, since I knew these figs were posable, but I didn't expect THAT. It's like my figs exploded into nice neat little bags!

If you've been reading my posts, you may or may not recall that I really don't care for disembodied figs. Too many ghost stories as an impressionable and perhaps easily freaked out kid, actually. I really, really prefer all body parts firmly where they belong!

Except...well, here we are.

And here they are! You may be able to see, both in the SuperBuy pic and in my pics, that Junjun's little chair is missing a limb too! This one, though, is by misadventure, not design. I carefully glued the chair leg back together, and it's as good as new.

Yeesh I don't care to look at these pics! This is them with the arms put into the, well, arm sockets, and before the heads go on. You can also see the little indents in the chairs for them to sit in.

And here's the bottoms-up view (literally!) before I put them in their chairs. You might notice there's some writing on the bottoms of the chairs...

I see I left some fluff on Zhehan's chair! Oops. Junjun's chair does in fact have the first "1" to reflect he was actually born in November, I just have the exact wrong angle to show it! It's there covered up by the cross bar of the chair.

The arms were very stiff for Zhehan, and too loose for Junjun. You can see how Zhehan's arms kinda don't quite fit all the way in the joint socket. Junjun's were so loose they were falling out when I turned him!

I love the name of this fig set…as you can see in the photo, it's quite literally named for the size difference in the hands between the two.

You can see Junjun's left arm kind of coming out of the socket a bit there. The heads are heavy and pretty wobbly too. A few times when I was moving the figs around for pics the head would come loose.

These figs actually balance incredibly well, considering the chairs are so light and the heads are so heavy. The figs legs kind of tuck up again the chairs, which I think helps to keep them on.

The fig maker designed Zhehan with quite the generous backside, as of course they should! In moving him around I see I kind of tilted him a bit too forward. He can actually sit back in the indentations just fine.

You can definitely tell who is who from this angle, with Zhehan's spiky hair and smaller overall body profile.

Speaking of hair, both of them had pretty short spiky hair! But we have just a few more spikes for Zhehan, and of course the different hairline.

Alright, since these can be posed, let's pose them!

Zhehan talking Junjun's ear off...

...and Junjun smiling at Zhehan, who is talking to the host!

And them looking at each other. I also put down Zhehan's right arm. You can see how it's kind of not fitting in the socket super well, and this was with both of them pushed in as much as I could.

Their little faces are really sweet, especially Junjun's with that little soft smile. I am not sure why Zhehan has the bumps at the outside bottom corners of his eyes? I don't think they're tears, unless they are tears because he was laughing so hard!

This is the fig maker's art for this set, and you can't see the eye detail here - but then again, the figs don't have cat and dog attributes either. Super cute art! I actually wouldn't have minded an alternate fig run with the cat and dog attributes, it looks great.

I didn't get a box card with this set, and the polystyrene box the figs came in was just in plain white boxes, so we'll just have to admire the cute art!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 305

Scene Count: 23

Rating: Two big hearts!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #gong jun #zhang zhehan #word of honor cast #woh cast #shl cast #figthusiast

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a-la-folie-et-plus · 7 months

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Live-blogging my first time watching SAW

- oh shit, starts off full on

- my phone’s on 28%, when it dies I have to stop watching because I’m not doing this on full attention

- NO HEAD! NO HEAD! (Early 2000’s gore is surprisingly bearable)

- why is Laurence Gordon kinda…

- I’ve made it through 6 minutes!! Only 1hr37 left to go and then I can say I’ve survived watching SAW

- what if he just…didn’t play the tape lol

- Adam! (The vine reference…it’s…funny to me)

- oh Lawrence KNOWS they’re gonna kill each other

- puppy dog eyes my beloved

- bathroom’s a lot bigger than I always thought it would be, honestly shit’s SPACIOUS

- if they could just waste as much time as possible trying to get this cassette player that would be great thank you

- honestly what did Adam do

- you could just slide the tape but go off I guess

- it would suck to be Adam, like imagine not being the main character, just being brought in for some guy…objectification

- follow your heart —> kiss Adam

- aww the heart on the toilet it kind of bbg, at least he gave them deco

- Adam why would you pass him the hacksaw. He is trying to kill you.

- great job Adam, now only one of you has a weapon and it’s the one actively trying to murder you.

- workers of the world unite, the only thing you have to lose is your…feet

- I mean, I think he died because he got sawed in half, just a crazy guess

- HE TORTURED A GUY BECAUSE HE TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF??

- maybe I’m just dumb but like how does the razor wire kill him? What even is razor wire

- that is not a jigsaw piece, that is a misshapen lump. Let’s not reach at times like these

- if I were him I would just have like…not picked up that candle

- cancelling Jigsaw for not normalising mental illness, I’m getting problematic vibes from this guy

- getting homoerotic vibes from him painting a naked man’s body with flammable liquid, like…did he NEED to be naked? Or was that just a want.

- hate to say it but Gordon kinda looks better all grimed up

- oh that’s that one guy! He’s in like every crime show. This man has Stable Employment.

- short break to flex my unshackled legs, charge my charger and turn on the light

- honestly this is still fine, more interesting than horrible

- someone survived? People can do that?

- how come she got the horrifying bear trap and all they got was ankle cuffs? Kinda sexist ngl

- make your choice?? I feel like it’s a pretty easy choice

- oh shit that’s a grenade

- so wait how did she survive? Surely that’s impossible

- girl now is not the time to faff around

- OH WAIT HE’S ALIVE!!

- she could’ve just killed him, honestly that’s on her

- I’m pretty sure she’s evil but girlboss, honestly

- here comes this fucking guy, Jesus Christ

- girl he did not help you let’s be real here

- lightheaded from nerves but I’m half an hour in

- my smart little detective bb Adam

- this is the most fun I’ve had without lubricant lmaooooo Adam tell em

- if he kills the daughter I’m gonna riot. I better not see that fuckass puppet right now

- he’s kinda a good dad, like that was cute I can’t lie

- is someone gonna ask the daughter what the man said to her?? I feel like you would definitely at least ASK

- I’m a good chunk through this movie and it’s only mildly unsettling, I’m beginning to think I’m just a pussy

- sneaky, ranks are breaking in the spacious bathroom

- I am simply not afraid of a man wearing a blanket

- if he kills them I will stop being able to tolerate this “jigsaw is morally grey” narrative, they did literally nothing wrong

- actually the child’s kinda annoying, why can she only make one noise

- did he only have 3 prior victims or did they only have the budget to show flashbacks of those guys

- I’d love to be an over-dedicated detective, staying back from drinks to eat shitty Chinese takeaway at my desk and stay up all night in a rumpled shirt, running my hands through my hair over ‘evidence’

- oop he knew they were comingggggggg

- in half an hour I gotta go cook my spaghetti

- if the puppet move’s I’m freaking out

- call me crazy but just shoot jigsaw the minute you see he’s gonna screwdriver lobotomise that guy? Clearly this mans is bad

- arresting him is objectively more important

- at least pull the hood back, I swear to god

- again, I cannot be afraid of this caped crusader, Dungeons-and-Dragons-ass villain

- short break for my mental health (mommy came home) then back to it and feeling strong

- rahhhh death metal as the killer escapes, I simply have to vibe

- oh he survived, that’s rad

- it’s zander!!

- the girls are fightinggggggggggggg

- glow in the dark paint are you fucking kidding me this film is so unserious

- so do Adam and Lawrence fuck or what

- I don’t know how to explain this but Lawrence’s face is so Lana del Rey genderswapped

- ewwwwwwww he’s so ugly in a suit😖😭😖😖😭

- oh lawd he crawlin

- what in the fuck is. That

- Adam choking is genuinely the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, genuinely why does he do that

- the acting is killing me, why is this a comedy movie

- Adam’s literallt just an urban photographer

- let me guess, jigsaw’s right there and it’s gonna show him in the flash (wow, crazy)

- come out I’ll kill you! - he says, with no weapon and zero upper body strength (I love my pathetic babygirl)

- how did time go that FAST, goddamn

- oh Jesus, kidnapped child moment

- ohhhhhhhh, shit boutta go DOWN

- I really thought these SAW traps were a time-crunch, in-and-out thing, it feels like these guys have so much downtime

- vigilante Adam arc

- is the picture of Lawrence drinking a smoothie really necessary??

- Lawrence killed a hooker confirmed

- it’s giving Nicki Minaj phone call

- why does Jigsaw, a stalker, hate Adam, also a stalker

- Adam’s just a girlboss trying to survive in this modern economy

- they have made no progress out of this goddamn bathroom, these guys are utterly useless

- how come everyone else gets these crazy punishments for running out of time and theirs is like…he just fucking comes in there and shoots you

- the I Need You was unnecessary and gay

- why am I suddenly feeling the urge to also watch the sequel

- could he stop yelling

- Adam is yelling because he is an empath

- nooooooooooooooooo Adammmmmmmmmm

- bitch the time was up!! He wasn’t going to let you see your wife and kid!!

- I appreciate the bit of fabric covering up his gross leg

- see, just like I said.

- get his ass, baby

- are they about to kiss

- why does he fucking sound like that

- why do I feel like he absolutely WOULD lie to him, that sneaky bitch. Tricksy

- That’s a bigass bullet wound

- so that’s not even jigsaw

- who the fuck is that wait what who the fuck is that

- I thought that was what happened to the key!!

- no way he lay there that still the entire time that’s crazy

- game over lmao that’s so funny he can’t be serious

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damienthepious · 8 months

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Would you possibly be up for a commentary on the arrow sequence from the newest chapter of beast?

o w o okay yeah okay sure yes excellent lets GO.

chapterrrrr 22~ (warning for discussions of suicidal thinking)

[Damien is frightened, however, when he turns, and sees the arrow in Arum's hands.]

haha whoops. this turn was, 100%, intended to be a gut-punch to both Damien and the reader. I don't want to say that we've gotten complacent, exactly, because... well... the status quo is so abysmally rotten, but... Arum agreed to let Damien try to find a nonlethal way to free him back in... ch18. A bit ago at this point. But the knowledge is there: we see something sharp in Arum's hands, we know. Damien knows. We all know what Arum wants to do with it. At least on one level.

[Oh.]

extremely wrong sort of oh moment, oops.

[(He holds it so carefully so delicately such a beautiful dangerous thing in such beautiful dangerous hands and Damien knows the sight will integrate itself into his dreams his poems his heart the arrow in one hand and the floral sunbeams flaring between the fingers of another)]

this was one of those bits that came as-is, the sort of stream-of-consciousness of the mental slo-mo that comes from shock. Also i have art in my head about this.

[No.]

surprise transitioning into horror,

[(When Rilla came. When Rilla came, Damien was distracted enough to forget. He forgot to take the weapons off his back again, forgot to keep them safely away from Lord Arum, forgot they even existed.)]

and guilt. See, I knew this scene was coming before I published ch21. I had already started writing it. Sometimes, a scene will happen because I Realize something in between chapters, like, "oh. no. character did xyz thing and THAT demands consequence," but this time it was part of the scene as it was built. Damien made a mistake, and now they're in a bad, bad situation.

[Please, please, no-

(Why did Arum wait, to take something sharp enough to be deadly, if Damien has been foolishly ignorant of his misstep this whole time?)]

a spectacular question, Damien. The problem is: I think Arum didn't notice at first, either. When Rilla was there, he was extremely distracted by that. Before she left, he curled up around the flowers and just kinda clung and floated for a while. He was embarrassed about his responses to her, and he was reluctant to even LOOK at Damien for a few hours or so. He's exhausted most of the time anyway, so i think he took a bit to doze and recover some strength.

And then when Damien did his usual I'm-about-to-get-up sigh, he looked over, and saw-

The opportunity.

[Damien cannot breathe, he cannot move, all he can do is feel the horrified tears rise in his eyes and watch as Arum holds the arrow in two unshaking hands, turning it between his elegant fingers until the tip is pointed loosely towards his heart, and then-]

His hands don't shake because he feels a bit like he's still dreaming. He's had ones like this before. It kinda has that moving-through-water feeling. He feels like something should be stopping him. Nothing does.

[Arum exhales, an unsteady hiss, and holds the arrow out towards Damien, feathers first, his other hands clenching hard over his midsection.]

a lot lot lot lot LOT goes through Arum's head in that little interim. no one single big thing stays his own hand, but... we stay alive for little things, don't we? Unfinished poems we want to know the endings of, an assurance of more pomegranates in the future, warm hands on his face... and flecks and crumbs of hope for an actual, possible future. He still doesn't believe in that yet, but... all the small pieces together are enough to tip the scales, just at this exact moment. That and the look in Damien's eye. And the idea of the look that would be in Amaryllis'.

["Don't- do that- again," he rasps, his violet eyes pained and resigned and dully furious.]

He's grumpy about being convinced to save his own life. god, he's my everything. Also of course he has to be a bit demanding about it. It's one of the only things he can control; and he still hurts himself a little to say it out loud instead of waiting until he can write it.

[Damien only hesitates for long enough to allow his heart to stutter back to functioning, and then he slips the arrow from Arum's hand and quickly places it back in his quiver, stepping away from Arum in almost the same moment.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Damien says. "I'm-"]

That entire exchange, from the start of this commentary to here, probably took a couple seconds at the very most. Damien is only barely catching his breath from his initial stunned, horrified reaction. He apologizes twice, probably would have apologized more. For fucking up, for putting Arum in that position. He knows how hard that must have been.

[Arum curls his lip, hissing to cut Damien off, and then he lifts the little journal from the stone of his plinth and quickly scratches something out. He hesitates, and then shoves both the flowers in between the pages before throwing the entire book towards Damien.]

I don't honestly know what Arum was thinking, giving these flowers back after devouring the first one. I'm not sure he was thinking, or- maybe it was another instance of emphasizing the fragments of autonomy he's put together for himself. They're his flowers, which means they're his to give back, if he wants to. Also, Rilla gave them to him, and he gives them to Damien. WHich is certainly not some sort of hackneyed symbolism, whatever could you be talking about.

i realize that i've done nearly that whole section and maybe the thing to do would be to finish it out, but. im so tiredsleepy and i think i want toooooo leave it at that, perhaps. :) i hope this is... a worthwhile peek behind the curtain? Ahhhahaha. 💜

#elle babbles #asks #screamingatstars #elle's fanfic meta #the beast in on his chain

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kim-seung-mo · 2 years

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𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕒 ℍ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝕠𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜

or...they see a hickey on your neck but it was actually just a mosquito bite

♩ g/n!reader, angst to fluff, kinda crack at the end? hyunjin's was longer cuz i couldn't hold back oops, changbin's is slightly suggestive

♩♩ word count: 2.1k

♩♩♩ A/N: another one for my dearest 🍒

prompt list here (or you can request ur own)

Chan

The first second he saw you he noticed the stain of red on your neck.

Frozen for a few seconds, a million excuses flashed through his mind about why you didn't cheat on him.

You loved him so much and cared for him so much, how could you possibly do wrong to him?

But the truth was in front of him, and he had to accept it.

He would act as if nothing was wrong, hug you, and then only show a sad expression of disappointment where you couldn't see it.

Wouldn't question you easily, but just sulk silently and alone where you can't see.

You would notice that something was wrong with him and ask him with concern about what was wrong.

He would still pull a weak smile, look at you and shake his head saying nothing was wrong.

"Ugh, the mosquitoes have been coming out since the weather got warmer." You grumble as you scratch the mosquito bite on your neck.

"Is that a mosquito bite on your neck?"

"Yeah, why would it bite my neck though? It's a mosquito, not a vampire..."

Once he knew it was a misunderstanding, he started laughing, laughing while complaining about his stupidity.

"You thought it was a hickey? Why didn't you just ask me? Did you think I would cheat on you?"

"I know now how stupid I was... But just... I was afraid to ask you if...... What if it really was a hickey!!!"

"Don't worry Channie, there's absolutely no way."

Minho

He is a very possessive person. The second he saw the hickey he immediately dropped his smile.

He took a couple of steps to you, grabbed your wrist, pushed you against the wall and kissed you hard on the spot where the mosquito bite was.

After the kiss, he left without saying anything, leaving you alone in the same place with a face full of questions.

He would sulk by himself, not talking to you, not answering anything you asked.

You knew you had upset him, but no matter how much you thought about it, you couldn't figure out what you had done wrong.

The next morning he still made breakfast for you, but he didn't say a word at the table, his head bowed and he ate in silence.

Not even a "good morning".

"Minho, did I do something wrong?"

He glanced at you, still not saying anything.

"I've been thinking about it all night and I can't figure out what I did wrong, can you tell me? I don't want to see you like this..."

He lifted his head to stare fiercely at your neck.

"You really don't know? Or is there no memory of it at all? Did you go to the bar yesterday?"

"The bar? I was out working all yesterday..."

"Are you lying to me now? Y/N, I know I'm busy and probably can't meet all your needs, but things like this-"

"What kind of things? Why can't I understand a word you say? What in the world did I-" "The thing on your neck!"

He slapped the table and stood up, his eyes instantly red with all the aggression that had flooded them.

"Why?"

You froze, touching the mosquito bite on your neck that had been covered over by his hickey.

Then realized what he was talking about.

"......Minho, it's a mosquito bite."

"Huh?"

"This on my neck? This one you came over and sucked on yesterday? It's a mosquito bite."

This story later became, within the Stray Kids, the go-to story to make fun of Minho.

Changbin

Changbin is a very gentle person, especially in bed, where everything goes according to your wishes.

But something was different today, he seemed like a completely different person, fierce and aggressive to a fault.

It wasn't that you didn't like it, but you were still curious as to why he was acting like that.

He looks at your neck and asks in an icy tone, "I'm better than the guy who gave you that thing, right?"

You touched your neck and felt the mosquito bite.

"You mean the mosquito? Why are you comparing yourself to a mosquito?"

"Mosquito?"

Remembering his momentary stiffness when you first saw him today, and his perversity later in the evening, and his eyes staring at your neck at this very moment, you realized something.

So it's because of this......

"Binnie, you don't think this is a hickey, do you?"

He blushes in an instant, scratching the back of his head not knowing what to say, stammering and unable to spit out a single word.

"Oh my God, you're so cute..."

Later he whined in your arms for a good long while and squirmed and apologized to you.

Although you weren't really mad at him all that much, you just thought it was cute.

Hyunjin

Oh man, you're screwed.

He's not going to talk to you for the whole week.

No matter how much you tried to get through to him, how many times you tried to communicate with him, to find out what you had done, he would just roll his eyes and leave.

Where you didn't know, he cried for a long time in frustration.

On the surface, he pretended that he didn't care, but inside he was really upset.

What did he do wrong for you to do this to him? What was not good enough for him?

He thought your relationship was fine, that there was nothing wrong with it.

He thought you loved him, but if that was true, why did you do this?

"Y/N...if you don't love me anymore, we should just break up."

He said to you a week later with a cold look on his face.

You felt your heart stop for just a second.

"What makes you think that? Baby, what did I-" "Don't call me baby! You know exactly what you've done!"

"I don't know! You've been acting so weird all week, but I really don't know what I've done wrong!"

"You!" He gasped, very reluctant to say the next words, "You know full well that I hate betrayers! Why did you betray me! I thought you loved me... I thought we would stay...... Why?!"

He covered his face and cried.

No knowing what to do, you came to him and tried to touch him, but your hand was knocked away.

"Don't touch me! Go find whoever that person is......"

"Who's "that person"? Since when was I seeing anyone else? I'm yours! What the hell are you talking about Jinnie?"

"Are you going to pretend you don't know? That hickey was enormous! Did you think I was blind? Anyone could see it, no? You didn't even bother to hide it, so you could show it to me! Wasn't that a way to tell me you were cheating on me?"

You were completely dumbfounded.

"A hickey? What hickeys? You mean......Oh my god, Hyunjin, don't tell me you thought that mosquito bite was a hickey......"

Seeing the frozen look in his eyes, you knew you were right.

You lift up your sleeve to reveal a few other mosquito bites.

"I've been getting mosquito bites since the weather got warmer... I can't believe you haven't thought about it after all the times I've complained?"

"......We didn't talk for a week because of a mosquito bite?"

"No, Hyunjin... you didn't talk to me for a week because of a mosquito bite."

"I hate mosquitoes."

Jisung

After not seeing you for a few days, Jisung sprinted into your arms, rubbing his head against the nape of your neck and making soothing noises.

You tenderly stroke his hair and his back, feeling the warmth in your arms.

Until he suddenly stiffened.

"Sungie? What's wrong?" You asked, a little puzzled, as you touched his face.

"Kiss me..." He whispered.

You normally would have, but the look in his eyes told you he was a little distraught right now.

So instead of kissing him, you frowned.

The reaction felt like some sort of catalyst to him and for a moment he felt his heart stopped beating.

He took two steps backwards and almost collapsed on the floor with weak legs.

"Why?"

"Hmm? Why what, Jisung what's wrong?"

He pointed to your neck and then choked out a little cry.

He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

You touched your neck and felt the mosquito bite.

Knowing why he was acting like that, you smiled and walked up, taking his wrist and letting him feel the mosquito bite that was bumpy.

"Got it? It's not a hickey, Sungie, don't be worried, I'd never do anything like that."

He looked at you with sad eyes, but his heart was much more grounded.

"So, so now you... Can you kiss me now?"

"Of course, my darling..."

Felix

"You don't love me anymore?"

He stood in the doorway of your room, looking at you with aggrieved eyes like an abandoned kitten.

Something had been wrong with him all day today, from the moment you met.

You couldn't put your finger on what it was, he was more clingy than usual, but the clinginess didn't make you feel happy.

He didn't smile when he was nestled in your arms, he pouted and looked lost.

It stayed that way until you got home.

You got out of the shower and were about to go to bed when you saw Felix standing in your doorway.

"What are you talking about? How can I not love you anymore?"

He walked in and sat next to you holding your hand.

"So can you tell me what I did wrong? Where could I have done better? Something that would have kept you from...having to go to someone else?"

"Someone else? I don't have... is this some kind of Tik Tok challenge, Felix? Or are you testing me?"

He shook his head vigorously, "The thing on your neck... Isn't it a hickey?"

You instantly understood what he meant and snorted out a laugh.

Seeing his slightly puzzled look, you moved in and gave him a kiss.

"If by 'someone else' you mean a mosquito, you could very well imitate it."

He understood what you meant instantly.

Then you and he spent the rest of the evening laughing together.

Seungmin

He just kept on drooping and looking super sad.

He tugged on your sleeve and when you looked at him he just continued to pout and didn't say anything, just kept looking at you.

"Seungmin? What's wrong?"

You thought he was just in a bad mood, but he came over and took a nibble on your neck after you asked that.

You look at him with question marks all over your face, covering your neck.

"What are you doing? I just got bitten by a mosquito and now I'm going to get bitten by a puppy?"

"What mosquito?"

You point to the mosquito bite that now has a circle of extra teeth marks around it.

"This one, this mosquito really does know where to bite... You too, did you have to bite in the same place as a mosquito?"

After saying that, you suddenly realized why he was so perverse.

"Wait a minute, did you..." "I didn't."

He denied you before you could even ask the words.

But the redness of his ears betrayed him.

The next day you had several more teeth marks all over your neck.

Jeongin

Another one who pretends nothing was wrong in front of you and then acts down where you can't see him.

He was afraid to ask you or react any differently.

Would try his hardest to pretend nothing was wrong in front of you and pull a smile.

He played it pretty well, you thought it was because he was tired that his smile looked so fake.

At night in bed, he sneaked up on you and left a hickey next to the mosquito bite.

Then he looked at you with sincere eyes and asked you "Am I better or is that guy better?"

Afraid of the answer, he immediately tried to turn away and pretend nothing had happened.

You took him by the hand and made him look at you.

The boy seemed to have mistaken the mosquito bite for a hickey.

"Look carefully at what this is."

He looked at you with some confusion.

"Compare the hickey you gave me with what you thought was a hickey and see what's different?"

He obediently reached out and touched the mosquito bite.

Then laughed awkwardly.

"I... I knew you wouldn't cheat on me..."

"Not with a mosquito definitely."

"Hey!!! What's that supposed to mean!"

"Just kidding baby, I'd never cheat on you, never."

You kissed his forehead and held him close to you in your arms.

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