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[cherrytraveller]

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ staying the night at your ex-husband's house was a mistake. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. you and gojo have a daughter. oral (m. and f. recieving), satoru calls you a slut + whore, degradation mixed with praise, mocking, dacryphilia.

author's note: edit—crying bcs an irl read this and alluded to it in one of our convos pls actually kill me /hj

"hey, sweetheart," the man holding your daughter's hand says casually, as if he doesn't know how much you hate the pet name. "you took your sweet time."

a familiar scowl makes its way onto your face and you cross your arms. "satoru, will you ever stop calling me that?" you ask exasperatedly, pressing two of your fingers into your temples.

six years.

you've known satoru for six years, and you were his wife for four of them. now, after a long, painful road, you two were finally divorcées.

it's been a year since you and satoru ended things, and sure, it was hard for all of you, but life moved on. your daughter, to her delight, still gets to see her father on weekends. and unfortunately, you usually tagged along.

"mommy, can we stay for the night?" your four year old asks, looking up at you with big, shiny eyes. "please?"

you hesitate — if it were up to you, you wouldn't stay in this house, the one you once lived in any longer. "sorry, pumpkin. i think we should go. wouldn't wanna intrude on daddy's space any longer."

you hate the look on satoru's face when you refer to him in the same way your daughter does. fucking pervert.

"you two can stay as long as you want," satoru interjects smoothly. he smiles lazily, kneeling down to your daughter's height and ruffling her hair. "it's kinda late, isn't it? i'd hate for you to have to drive all the way back in the dark."

"yeah, mummy!" your daughter says, nodding along to satoru's words. "i'm tired."

you wince and ignore the smug grin on satoru's face as he stands back up with a soft grunt. "we should head home, kiddo. i bet your dad has work to do, and we have our own house."

satoru frowns slightly at the last statement, but he doesn't even consider shooting back — not in front of his daughter. "sweetheart," he says to you, voice coated in that sickeningly sweet tone that you hated, "it's late. and i don't have any work."

when satoru sees the way you scowl at him, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "you have any other reasons why you wanna leave?"

none that you need to know.

both your ex-husband and your daughter, who takes after her dad more, take your silence as grudging agreement. 

"hey, kid, d'you want to go to bed?" satoru fondly asks your daughter, ruffling her hair again. when she nods, sleepiness evident in her eyes, satoru scoops her up and carries her off to her room without looking back.

when they turn the corner into your daughter's room, you sigh and plop down on satoru's couch. your ex-husband was an infuriatingly good father, and it pissed you off. 

a couple minutes later, satoru strolls out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. 

"so, babe, you dating anyone?" satoru says conversationally as he plops down on the couch next to you. he's close enough to make you tense, but stays just out of your personal space.

"what's it to you if i am?" you mutter, ignoring the pet name. you know that if you tell him to stop, he'll just say it more, so you don't bother.

he scoffs and faces you, resting his back against the arm of the couch. "what's up your ass today?"

"fuck off, satoru."

satoru whistles and tsks at you, shaking his head. "language, sweetheart. you kiss our daughter with that mouth?" 

after a couple seconds, his expression softens and he studies your face carefully. "what's on your mind?"

and just like that, you're back to the times when the two of you were happy. back when satoru wasn't such a dipshit and actually cared about how you felt.

unfortunately, those times were over.

long over, you remind yourself as you dig your nails into the palm of your hand. "nothing you need to be concerned about," you reply. your tone is clipped, and the words come out harsher than you meant them to.

satoru doesn't seem to mind. in fact, he has a lopsided grin on his face as he scoots closer to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.

"you wanna fuck it out?"

his words are so unexpected that your mouth almost drops open. thankfully, it doesn't, but a couple minutes later, your legs do.

"fuckkk," you moan, tilting your head back as satoru's tongue trails a stripe up your slit. 

"keep it down, sweetheart," satoru says without looking up. "don't wan' to wake up our daughter, do ya?"

you hum in response, physically covering your mouth with one of your hands to muffle the sounds escaping the confines of your lips.

in the year that you and satoru had ended things until now, you'd slept with a couple guys. you'd even dated one or two of them, but god, none of them could use their mouth like satoru could.

satoru can't help but smile as he eats you out, pulling away momentarily to shake his head at you. "tsk, you were so mean to me earlier. and now look at you." he dips his head to nip at your clit and grins when he feels you flinch.

"i've barely even started and you're already drippin' all over my sheets," he mutters, lips brushing against your inner thigh. "fuck, takin' my tongue so good, you little slut."

"satoru, i w-wanna cum," you mewl, shuddering when his tongue re-enters your folds. "wan' you inside me."

"i already am, dummy."

you feebly attempt to swat his head in response before scowling and insisting that he knew what you meant.

satoru scoffs as he pulls himself up to face level to you. he readjusts his position over you so your back is pressed into the mattress underneath him before pressing his lips to your ear.

"let's put that mouth of yours to use, yeah?" he mumbles, slipping two fingers underneath his sweatpants' waistband and tugging him off. 

it's been years since you last fucked with satoru, and in that time you had forgotten just how pretty he was. you'd never admit it out loud, but you really didn't mind the reminder. setting into a comfortable position, you wrap your lips around his cock, relishing the way his moans get louder and louder.

you hum slightly, resisting the urge to smile when you feel satoru shake from the vibration. but god, his reaction when you run your tongue over his tip? priceless.

"fuck, baby, it's been too long since you've sucked me off. forgot how good you were- aah," he cuts himself off with a breathy moan. "fuckkk."

you briefly stop to look up at him with a cheeky smile. "you still moan like a girl, satoru."

"and you're as much of a slut for me as ever," he grumbles, reaching down and pushing your head into his painfully hard cock again. "d-don't stop, baby. feels s' good."

satoru's moans only get louder from there, until you have to be the one reminding him that your daughter's asleep two doors down.

"m' gonna cum," he whines, grabbing a handful of your hair and tangling his long fingers in it. "swallow all of it, yeah? don't waste a drop."

you nod your head obiediently, using your tongue just the way you know he's always liked to push him closer and closer to the edge until–

"fuckin' whore," satoru gasps, groaning loudly as he cums in your mouth, hips grinding against your face. "aah, missed your s-slutty tongue, baby, fuck."

"missed your girly moans," you manage to gasp before his tip hits the back of your throat, painfully so.

"shut up and swallow," satoru commands, tugging on your hair just enough to make you cry out. "yeah, who's moaning like a slut now, hmm?"

after you swallow all his cum and lick your now-swollen lips, satoru has you open your mouth so he can check. 

"good girl, looks like there's at least one thing you can do right, even if it is just sucking me off. c'mere," he mutters, pinning you down on the mattress and making the bedsprings creak loudly. "m' gonna fuck you, m'kay?"

you nod, reaching out to stroke his saliva-covered cock. "y-yes, please, satoru."

your ex-husband, who you should really not be fucking with, looks down at you with a smirk and takes your hand, bringing it up to his lips. "you look so pretty, baby. all covered in my cum, never looked hotter."

he nudges your legs apart with his knee before pushing himself into you, gritting his teeth through a smug grin when you cry out in pain. "careful, baby. wouldn't wanna wake up our daughter with your slutty moans, would ya?"

"s-satoru, hurts s' much," you whine, pawing at his chest. "you're too big, i can't-"

"you're too big, i can't," satoru mocks, rolling his eyes. "how do you think our daughter was made, baby? did the storks just drop her off?"

his next thrust is particularly harsh, and something about your pained cry almost makes him cum again on the spot. "fuck, we should do this more often," satoru cooes, reaching up and stroking your cheek. "wait, you cryin'?"

yes, you were crying. your cheeks were wet with a mixture of your tears and the remainder of his cum from earlier, and fuck, all you could think about was satoru's cock. so much for being so over him.

satoru laughs, shaking his head and slowing his pace to give you a kiss. "just when i thought you couldn't get any prettier, you gotta go and prove me wrong," he mumbles, licking his lips. "god, you're fucking beautiful."

he presses his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue slip into your mouth. "i missed you so much, baby. i still do," he mutters in between kisses. he's controlling the pace, purposefully making each kiss's ending sudden as to not allow you to talk — only him.

"you know how many times i've jacked off to you?" satoru breaths, reaching down to grab your thighs and push you impossibly deeper into him. "you know how fuckin' much i want to put a ring on your finger?"

"satoru, i-" you try to say, but his mouth is on yours before you can finish your sentence. and a couple seconds later, more words are waterfalling out of him.

"fuck, baby, you have no idea. i fucked up, but i swear i've changed. c'mon, give me one chance, i-"

"mummy? daddy?"

you and satoru both flinch and whip your heads towards the door when you hear your daughter's voice, preparing to make up some far-fetched story to tell her besides we were fucking.

thankfully, the universe allows you two seconds to cover yours and satoru's bodies with a blanket before your daughter opens the door and pokes her head inside. "i heard noises."

you look at satoru for help making up an excuse, and thankfully he has one ready to go. 

"oh, we were just watching a movie," he lies, running a hand through his hair. "go back to bed, kiddo. we'll tuck you back in in a second, yeah?"

your daughter looks at you before looking back at satoru and nodding. 

"close the door, please!" you call as she turns to leave. when the door shuts behind her, you let out a long exhale and bury your head in satoru's chest.

and to your horror, the door opens once more.

your daughter looks at you with shiny, curious eyes. "mommy, are you and daddy back together?"

satoru saves you from having to answer that impossible question with a laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer. "go back to bed, pumpkin. i'll be there to tuck you in."

ten seconds after the door shuts for what you hope is the final time, you turn and glare at satoru. "you're gonna tuck her in?"

satoru scoffs in mock disbelief, raising his eyebrows and pointedly looking you up and down. "if you wanna tuck in our four year old daughter covered in my cum, be my guest."

you nudge his arms off of you and bury your face in a pillow, groaning softly. "fuck you, satoru."

"love you too, sweetheart."

[ellieslovr]

mad love (e.williams)

a day in the life of you and your girlfriend, notorious killer, ellie williams.

-A/N:This is an excerpt for a longer series i’m working on, which takes place in that same universe. I hope you all like it, if so I’ll post the first chapter! important note at the end too :)

-CW:extreme blood kink,possessive ellie, choking, breeding kink, degradation, strap on sex, spit kink, finger sucking, oral fixation, body worship, praise kink, domesticity kink? (is that a thing?)

-i do NOT condone any of these things irl as a disclaimer, this is a work of fiction.

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It all happened in a blur. Ellie came home from her latest kill, still giddy with excitement. The adrenaline was pulsing through her veins, and she was practically bouncing off the walls.

She swings the door to the penthouse open and kicks off her steel toed boots, the same she had used to stomp her victim’s face into the ground.

She knew you’d scold her for getting blood on the hardwood you just cleaned, but she was too excited to care. She looks around for any sign of you, but all she sees is an empty room.

She checks the bedroom. Nope, not there. All of a sudden, she hears running water. She silently makes her way towards the bathroom, careful to not alert you. The door is unlocked, so she pushes it open quietly.

You’re humming contentedly to yourself in the shower, some pop song you’d heard on the radio.

With a devilish grin on her face, Ellie jerked the shower curtain to the side. Not expecting it, you scream bloody murder.

Ellie just stands there, beaming at you. Her eyes drop down to your naked body, and she wolf whistles. “Looking good babe.”

You roll your eyes. “You scared me half to death, you dick.” You reply. She smiles, reaching out to touch your cheek. You jerk away from her, and she frowns.

“Come on, gimme a kiss.” You shake your head and point to her clothes. “Take those off and get in here.” You tell her. She wiggles her eyebrows. “Oh? Are you trying to get dirty again?” She asks, laughing.

You whack her lightly on the arm as she strips off her clothes. “No, I just don’t want to use up all the hot water and leave you with none.” You reply.

She coos. “That’s sweet of you, babe.” She steps in the shower with you, letting the water run down her body. You take note of a few scrapes and cuts, ones that weren’t there earlier when she left.

“I take it they fought back?” You asked, a finger tracing one of the most prominent ones. She sighs. “Yeah, but I got him in the end.” She replied. You run your fingers through her wet hair, washing out some of the dirt.

“Who was it this time?” You ask. She turns around to face you. “Some rich dude who was involved with Joel’s crew back in the day. He fucked them over, didn’t pay back his debts. If it were me I would’ve killed him right there.” She groans in pain as you run your fingers over a bruise on her chest.

“Sorry.” You murmur, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She continues. “I took care of it though, you know me, I hold grudges.” You chuckle. “Yeah, you’re still mad at me for beating you in Mario Kart.” She sticks her tongue out.

“Whatever, you cheated.” “I did not!” You exclaim, splashing her with water. She laughs, moving out of the way. You turn back around and start to lather yourself up with soap, when you feel Ellie’s hands start to wander.

“Babe?” You call her. “Hm, what’s up?” She replies, hands going lower. “What’re you doing back there?” You ask.

You know for a fact she’s smirking as she remains silent, moving her hand down to slap your ass.

“Ellie!” You scold, turning around. “What? Come on, you knew it was coming!” You shake your head with a grin.

“Hurry up and get washed up, I’ll start dinner soon.” You tell her. She nods and continues her routine. You step out of the shower a few minutes later, with her in tow. You’re able to dry off and avoid her wandering hands. “They have a mind of their own, babe!” She’d told you once.

Once you’re dressed, you step out into the kitchen and grab one of the cookbooks from the shelf. “Els, what do you feel like tonight?” You ask. She doesn’t reply. You turn around, looking for her. “Ellie?” You call.

She appears behind you suddenly, wrapping her arms around your waist. She buries her face into your neck and inhales, groaning softly. “Shit, Ellie..” You mutter, pulling her closer. “You smell so good, fuck. I missed you so much.” You grin, leaning into her embrace. “I missed you too.”

Her tongue darts out to run across your neck, making you shiver. She slowly kisses her way up, until she reaches your lips. At this point you’re desperate, so you pull her into a hungry kiss.

She moans into it, her hands wandering down to squeeze your ass. Her tongue slides into your mouth, tangling with yours. When she pulls away, you’re both panting. “Take me to bed.” You tell her, looping your arms around her waist.

She grins and lifts you into her arms, carrying you to the bedroom. You loved how strong she was, how effortlessly she could pick you up and carry you around.

You also loved the little things she’d do for you, like lifting heavy things even if you were perfectly capable. Her love language was acts of service, and it definitely showed in her daily life with you.

While your thoughts were wandering, Ellie placed you down gently onto the bed. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you smiled up at her. “I take it you’re still on an adrenaline high?” You ask.

She nods, grinning like a maniac. “Mhm, you’re right. You gonna let me use you?” Her words cause you to blush. “Yes daddy.” You reply in a sultry tone.

Ellie’s pupils dilate. “Fuck. Let me take these off, baby.” She tells you as she begins to tug at your shirt.

You let her undress you, and she pauses for a moment, smirking up at you. “You didn’t put any panties on?” She asked. You blush. “They’re all in the laundry.” Ellie raises an eyebrow. “I just did the laundry.”

You groan, covering your face. “Shut up, you know why I didn’t put any on.” She laughs. “I know, sweetheart. Wanted me to have easy access, huh? Such a slut.”

You’re pretty sure you’re dripping onto the mattress at this point, and Ellie decides to take mercy on you. She slowly circles your entrance with two fingers, while using her thumb to massage your clit. “Ellie..” You moan softly, and she shushes you.

“Just relax baby, I’ve got you.” Her fingers move slowly in and out of you, making a shiver go up your spine.

“That’s my girl, so fucking wet.” She crooned into your ear. The wet squelching sounds of her fingers fucking you echoed off the bedroom walls, and Ellie grinned. “Aw, did this pussy miss me that much?” She asked, lips grazing your jawline.

Ellie’s thumb strokes slowly up and down your swollen clit, while holding you down to the mattress with her other hand. “Poor thing, she didn’t even touch you while I was gone? You must be so pent up.” The realization that she’s not talking to you, but to your pussy, makes your face grow hot.

It was degrading and demeaning, like you were nothing more than a toy, and you loved it. When a soft whimper leaves your lips, Ellie decides to take pity on you in her own special way.

You hadn’t noticed that she’d put the strap on, so you gasped when she pressed against you. You shut your eyes in anticipation and Ellie tuts in response, pushing into you.

She starts thrusting slowly, a low groan coming from the back of her throat. “You’re fucking dripping, baby. Yeah, this pussy knows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?” She asks, grabbing your face with one hand.

You nod, and she glares at you. “Say it.” When you take too long to respond, she slips two fingers into your mouth. “If you can’t speak properly, put your mouth to better use.” You do as she says, not wanting to push her any further.

She keeps a steady movement, her hips slamming into yours while your tongue swirls around her fingers. She pulls them out of your mouth suddenly, and spreads them apart in front of your face.

A thin string of saliva connects them, and she brings those same fingers to her mouth and wraps her lips around them. You moan at this, rocking your hips to meet her thrusts.

Ellie grunts and leans over you, green eyes piercing into yours. “Open.” She orders.

You let your jaw hang slack, and stare up at her. She opens her mouth, letting your mixed saliva trail down to her tongue.

She spits into your open mouth, and wipes her mouth with the sleeve of her flannel. “Swallow.” She orders, eyes never leaving yours. You do so, and she hums in approval.

She starts to fuck you faster, her pace brutal and unforgiving. When you look away for too long, Ellie grips your throat.

“Fucking look at her baby, look at the way she swallows my fucking cock. No no, don’t you dare look away.” She grunts.

You moan loudly, nails digging crescents into her back. You feel a bit bad, since her back was pretty scratched up from her victim earlier. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she was currently groaning into your ear.

“God, you’re makin’ such a mess. You’re a dirty fucking whore, you know that?” She asks, reaching up to roll your nipple between her fingers. “Just for you.” You breathe, back arching in response to her touch.

She lets go of your nipple and squishes your cheeks between her free hand once more, forcing you to open your mouth.

She leaned in to kiss you, letting her tongue slide against yours. She bit down, causing you to yelp. You kept kissing her nonetheless, as the taste of blood invaded your mouth.

You moan louder at this, and Ellie kisses you harder. When she pulls away, she gives you a lazy smile, her eyes half lidded. “I should come home all bloody one of these days, yeah?” She asked. “Fuck you while I’m covered in it, you’d look so pretty.” She groans at the image inside her head, pounding into you faster.

She has a tight grip on your hips, and you’re absolutely certain you’ll have bruises in the morning, but you don’t care. Ellie speaks up. “Oh fuck, I can feel you clenching around me. You like that idea baby? You want me to come home straight from a kill and fuck you, let the blood stain your skin?”

You rake your nails down her back, hard enough to draw blood. She hisses, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and continues to thrust into you.

“You’re a depraved fucking whore, nothing but a nasty slut. How long have you been waiting for my cock for, huh?” Ellie asked.

You whine in response, fucking yourself on her strap. “I’ll fucking give it to you baby, don’t worry. Anything you want princess, just say the word. I’d, fuck-” A particularly hard thrust. “I’d do anything for you.”

The weight behind her words and the emotion in her voice almost tipped you over the edge. You decide to ask her a question that’s been on your mind since the first time you found out who she really was. “Would you kill for me?” You ask her.

Ellie could’ve cum from just that question.

“Course I would baby, my girl gets whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.” She reaches down to pinch your clit between her fingers.

You moan as a jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine. “You spoil me too much.” You tell her. It’s half teasing, half sincere. She just coos down at you, speeding up. “Just take it baby.” She tells you.

You’re not sure whether she’s talking about her strap or her lavish treatment of you, but you decide not to question it.

“I meant what I said doll, anything for you. Cars, clothes, those expensive perfumes you like..” Ellie trails off, getting lost in the way you writhe and moan underneath her.

She takes in your soft skin, your pretty face and..how good you’d look carrying her baby. God, the thought alone could make her cum right then and there.

She’d considered it before, settling down, starting a family with you. She knew she’d have to change her ways for that, but she didn’t mind.

She meant it when she said she’d do anything for you. While the two of you did have a breeding kink, you’d never really explored past that initial conversation.

Ellie decides to test the waters. “Fuck, m’ gonna make you such a pretty little housewife. Gonna come home from work and fuck you on top of the same table we eat from, we’re gonna do such nasty shit-“ You sob, thrusting your hips to meet hers. “Yes.” You choke out.

Bingo. She’s got the green light, feels like she’s won the damn lottery.

She continues on. “Yeah, you like that baby? Wanna be my wife? You gonna let me fuck a baby into this pretty pussy? Gonna let me make you a mama?” You cry out, you’re so close, and she laughs condescendingly. “So fucking cute.” A kiss to your lips. “You want me to breed you that badly, baby? Stuff you full of my cum? The sneer in her tone was undeniable.

“Yes Ellie,keep me stuck here with you, bind me to you forever, please daddy-“

Your cries are cut off by Ellie, who lets out a loud guttural moan. She cums onto the strap, soaking your chest and stomach.

You follow soon after, a mixture of soft moans and pleas leaving your throat.

After a few moments of silence broken by occasional heavy panting, Ellie manages to catch her breath. “That was- fucking incredible.” She murmured against your chest.

You laugh. “It was.” You’re absentmindedly stroking her sweaty hair, trying to find the energy to get up and go to the bathroom.

When you finally stand up on wobbly legs, Ellie’s right behind you. However, her legs are shaky too, so she’s not much better off. The two of you hobble to the bathroom, holding onto the wall for support.

Once you finally reach it, Ellie turns on the water to start a bath. She dumps some soap in, and turns back to face you. “C’mon, I’ll help you in.”

You lean against her once you’re both in the tub, and sigh contentedly. “You planning on actually getting clean this time?” You ask her.

She presses her face into your neck to hide her smirk. “Maybe.” She replies. You laugh and she lifts her head up, grinning at you.

You take a moment to take it all in. How despite everything you and Ellie had been through, you were still here. She was still here. You bump your forehead against hers.

“Hey.” You murmur. She gives you a toothy grin and brushes your noses together. “Hey.” You reach up and caress her cheek, and she closes her eyes.

“I’m really glad you’re okay. I love you.” You tell her.

You’ve told her this tons of times, it shouldn’t be anything new. However, she stills get choked up every time you say it.

“I love you too.” She replies, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You weren’t sure what the future held, but you knew she’d be there by your side.

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Thanks for reading this far if you have! I wanted to drop where i got my inspiration for this from. It’s from a book by Eden Emory, in the club petale series. Inspiration for Ellie’s personality comes from Avery, a character in the third book. I implore you all to read that book series, it’s genuinely one of my favorites. Please heed the tws though!

[sanguineterrain]

hiii! can i request reader being a vigilante and also jason’s ex? they’re on the same mission/have to work together and reader gets injured or smn?

thank you so much! I love your writing!

thanks for requesting! this turned into a whole ass one shot 😭 hope you like ❤️

jason todd x gn!reader. tw: fighting, exes, physical violence, reader is captured but they're fine, jason is NOT over you (and he doesn't want to be), making up, fluffy ending. 2k words (lol)

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The Cave is exactly how you remember. Foolishly, you thought maybe it would've rotted after you broke up with Jason.

That's certainly how you felt.

But no. It's the same, and the other Bats are the same. Dick and Tim are there, probably because you're the most familiar with them... after your ex, of course... and Barbara already pushed the envelope by contacting you.

Still, Gotham is your city too. And if the Bats need an extra set of hands to protect the city, then so be it.

"Hey, glad you could make it," Dick says warmly.

At times, you envy how easygoing he can be. Even though he can have a temper, Dick Grayson, for the most part, shakes hands like a politician. He doesn't burn bridges. He doesn't hold grudges, at least not publicly.

You, on the other hand, are perhaps too much like his younger brother: you absolutely hold grudges, and you don't let go easily.

"Hi, guys," you say, trying to be civil. "What's up?"

"So—"

The roar of a motorcycle pulling into the Cave cuts Tim off. Quick anger soars through you as Red Hood dismounts the bike. He takes off his helmet.

You haven't seen Jason in a year. Judging by his physique, the breakup did not take a toll on him. If anything, he seems bigger than you remember. Asshole.

You can pinpoint the moment that he finally sees you, and he stops in his tracks.

"Oh, boy," you hear Tim mumble.

Jason is silent. You cross your arms, keeping your face neutral.

"I didn't know you worked with the Bats, Hood. Thought you flew solo."

Jason is quiet for another moment. Then he speaks.

"Things change."

"Clearly."

"Anyway!" Dick says, clapping his hands. "Pretty straightforward mission. Drugs, warehouse, bad guys, et cetera. We have to clear out these shipments tomorrow night, or they'll hit the streets, and we'll be too late. Robin and I will take Gotham Heights. Signal, Black Bat, and Red Robin will take downtown. And, um, you two can clear out the Bowery."

"Hood can handle the Bowery himself," you say. "Gimme another section."

Jason scoffs. You glance at him.

"Something funny?" you ask, teeth grit.

"Once again, you're biting off more than you can chew," he says, hands on his waist. "It's stupid and you're gonna get yourself into trouble. Just clear out the Bowery with me. Plenty of room for both of us."

"I don't know if you know this, but I actually do pretty okay on my own. Just because you're one of Batman's special little prodigies doesn't mean the rest of us can't get by."

You glance at the others. "No offense."

"None taken," Tim says. "You're far better adjusted than us, no contest."

Jason rolls his eyes. "C'mon. You don't have anything to prove to us. We know you're capable, but these guys are rough. We team up for safety."

"Oh, now you care about being a part of a team?" you snap. "You didn't give a shit when it was me asking—no, begging you and Roy to help me with the League mission in Sydney."

Jason's jaw tenses. "That was different."

"Guys, I think we should—"

"Why? Because you only get your hands dirty locally?" you ask, shaking with anger.

"Because if I had gotten involved, it would've put a target on your back," Jason says icily. "You would've been killed. You were nowhere near ready to take on the League. I wouldn't have been able to protect you and fight them."

"You know, right there, you sounded just like Bruce. Did you take tips from him?"

Silence. Jason's boiling with anger, you can tell.

"Bruce wouldn't have had the sense to stop you from going," he finally says, tone even. "He's not too good at that."

"Bruce would've cared enough to back me up. And he wouldn't have driven a wedge between me and my team."

It's just words; there's no way to know whether Batman would've actually backed you up. Probably not, considering his history. But it hurts Jason, and you take the moment to whirl around to look at Dick and Tim, who are wildly uncomfortable. Dick looks sad.

"It's better to team up," Dick says gently.

You bristle. "Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow."

You stalk out of the Cave.

Stupid fucking exes. Stupid fucking vigilantes.

****

"Okay, just to make things clear..."

"In and out. Report at the Cave," you say, tightening your equipment. "I got it, Nightwing. Over and out."

You silence your comm before he can respond. You're tired of their voices.

Thankfully, Jason has taken the hint and is on the opposite end of the Bowery. Which means you can slip away in peace.

You did this as a favor for Barbara, but now you're seriously rethinking getting reinvolved with the Bats. It never ends well.

The warehouses on the East End of Old Gotham are no problem. You clear out five within an hour. You check the comm briefly. It's pretty much silent, so you turn it off and keep going.

The West End, however, is a little harder.

Because you're only one person, someone figures out your pattern. You're clobbered over the head before you can drop in through the roof.

This is the last time you do a favor for anybody in Gotham.

****

You wake up tied to a chair. Your head pounds, and your lip is bloody. Not good.

"—way the Bat will show. They're a nobody vigilante."

"Tony, you're a fuckin' idiot if you think Batman doesn't know exactly what the fuck goes on in this city. Swear to God, I shoulda left you with Mom in Boise. Nothing but cotton in your head."

"Oh, fuck off, Al, you'd still be droolin' on your couch crying over Marie if I hadn't come back to Jersey."

"You little—"

"Very sorry to interrupt this family spat," you say. "But I'm on a tight schedule here, so if you could just speed things up..."

"Smartass, huh?" Al asks, waving a gun. "I wouldn't be so bold tied to a chair, toots."

"Toots? Are you a hundred years old?"

Tony snickers. Al glares at him and stalks over to you. He doesn't hesitate before whacking you upside the head with his gun. Your ears ring, and you hunch forward.

"Watch your mouth," he growls, and you're in too much pain to come up with a response to that.

Presently, you realize that your earbud is out of your ear. Probably destroyed. You have no other way of sending a distress signal. By the time you miss the report at the Cave, it'll be too late.

You were a failure then, and you're a failure now. Even your ex-boyfriend took pity on you.

Jason. God, look at how you'd left things. How his face had fallen when you'd called him Bruce. He used to love Bruce, and you know exactly what happened that changed that. And you used it against him.

Now you're facing the consequences. This is your own damn fault.

"Load everything into the truck," Al says into a walkie. "Then move out. Tell the others the same."

There's a crackled reply. Then shouting. Then silence.

You look up in surprise. Al curses and points at you.

"Stay here and watch them," he orders Tony.

"But Al, what if Batman comes here?"

"That's what guns are for, you freakin' idiot!"

You snort. As if guns could stop any of them, much less Batman.

But whatever. These guys probably didn't go into selling drugs because of their big IQs.

Tony and five other men stay to guard you. You work on trying to slip out of the handcuffs and rope.

Bang!

The first gunshot hits one goon in the leg. A second gets hit in the shoulder. Hip. Foot. Opposite leg.

Red Hood steps out of the shadows, then. Tony immediately looks sick.

"H-Hood? This ain't your territory, what're you—"

"You've got something of mine, Lewis," Jason says, voice smooth and dangerous.

Tony decides that, fuck his brother, he's getting out of here alive, and runs. Jason doesn't pay him any mind, instead walking to you.

He cuts the ropes first, then picks the handcuffs. Jason roughly rubs your wrists and ankles, pushing blood back into your extremities.

"What're you doing?" you ask. "Go get him. He's meeting his brother downtown."

You can't see Jason's expression through the helmet, but if looks could kill...

"Hood—"

"What. The hell. Is wrong with you."

You scowl. "I didn't come here for a fucking lecture."

"Well, you're gonna get one. This wasn't the plan. And you turned off your comm? Are you trying to get yourself killed? You have a death wish or something?"

"It didn't make sense to put both of us in the Bowery—"

"You could've died tonight!" Jason yells.

"And wouldn't you have liked that!" you snap back. "Proves the fact that I'm a failure quite nicely."

Jason tears off his helmet. His eyes are wide with anger and... guilt. Helplessness.

He's afraid.

"Don't you fucking say that," he says lowly. "I'd rather die again than find your body."

"What the fuck do you care?" you snarl. "I'm not your responsibility, remember? What does it matter if I dropped off the face of the earth?"

"Because I still love you!"

All of your anger drains.

Your body buzzes like it wants to feel him again. Traitor.

"That would kill me," Jason finishes quietly. "And I wouldn't come back from that death."

Your mouth feels like you swallowed chalk. And bees.

"You love me?" you whisper.

"You're hard to get over," he says. "Still haven't managed it."

"But... you said our breakup was for the best."

Jason sighs. His anger fades. "It was. I was a jackass. I let my shit with Bruce and the Pit and everything get in the way of what was important. Which is you."

"You were good to me, Jay," you say. "And we were okay. Till... till Sydney."

Jason winces. "I should've handled it better. And I should've treated you better."

"You're a good man, Jason. I don't regret my relationship with you. I regret it ending."

He looks at you. His face is twisted in pain.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you," he says. "And you're not a failure. Not even close."

You scoff, your eyes wet. "Aren't I? Couldn't even handle a simple drug bust."

"No, you're not. Nothing about what we do is simple, even if we're gaslit into thinking so. In this life, you need someone to watch your back. Even B doesn't work alone."

You try to stand, suddenly feeling like a raw nerve. You stand up too fast, though, and blood rushes to your head. You might also be mildly concussed.

Jason immediately slips an arm around your waist as you teeter forward and puts you upright.

"Easy, sweetheart," he says, and doesn't let go until you're steady.

You raise a brow. Jason grimaces.

"Sorry. Force a' habit."

You scoff, suddenly shy. "Habit, huh? Still think of me as your sweetheart?"

"Never stopped."

You roll your eyes, but it's fond now. "Anybody ever tell you you don't know how to move on?"

"Mm. I've heard it once or twice."

Your lips tingle. You've missed kissing him.

"I'm sorry I compared you to Bruce," you say. "You're nothing like him."

Jason shrugs. "Some of me is exactly like him. The fact that I didn't put a bullet in anybody's brain even though they kidnapped you isn't me at all. But I forgive you. And I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't know the Sydney mission had festered so much."

"It's okay, Jay. You're right, I wasn't ready to take down the League or kill anybody. I'm grateful you stopped me."

Jason takes a careful step forward, eyes darting to your lips. You smirk.

"Hot for communication, are we?" you ask.

"Oh," he says, suddenly reticent. "Sorry. Too forward. Shit. I've... I've just missed you so much. I thought maybe you—that there was a vibe—but if there isn't, then—"

You take the last step and kiss him, and your lips buzz in satisfaction. Jason kisses back just as eagerly, hands flying to your waist and squeezing. But his hands roam, holding and cupping like he's been starved for the last year.

"I missed you too, Jaybird," you say between kisses.

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A/N ::: Got a whole new respect for you out there that work AND still manage to fucking write anything at all. I'm 3 days in and my training hasn't even really started and I'm so goddamn braindead that I'm actually yelling about it to anyone who'll listen.

That being said, I hope anyone reads and enjoys this because my God I've never gone so long without writing something. I guess I was a pretty little princess sitting on my butt for 3 or 4 years. Living the good life, free of responsibilities. THAT sure bit me in the ass, didn't it. Tch.

When you fight with them :::

F.reader x Draken, Kazutora, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Baji, Mikey

Draken

Can hold a mean ass grudge, too. You thought you were bad but damn.

Says things sometimes he doesn't mean and will apologize to you later.

Will admit when he's wrong, but it takes a little while.

Thinks it's a teeny bit funny when you're mad at him over something really stupid and he has to butter you up to make you stop being so pissy with him.

Kazutora

Sometimes pretends to be mad at you to see if you'll confess any weird random shit you might have done (baby boy loves and trusts you but he only trusts himself 50% of the time - and even that wavers). *You never do because you love him too and wouldn't hurt him like that.

Apologizes to you for no reason - literally, NO REASON.

Always says things he doesn't mean but will immediately retract his statement.

Cries.

Has throws shit across the room before.

Chifuyu

Fights so rarely with you it's almost boring.

But he's just not like that with you.

Doesn't like fighting when you are mad at him so he'll just skip right to the making up part.

(Has cried during make-up sex when he really pissed you off).

Mitsuya

BUYS FLOWERS

He sometimes doesn't know what he did that pissed you off, but he knows you like (kind of flower) so he wastes no time in procuring some.

Has made you things as an apology before.

Cried once or twice but you don't know about it (Hakkai does though! Better watch out, girl.)

Baji

Doesn't understand what the hell your problem is.

Says he's sorry anyway just to get you to calm down so you'll actually talk to him instead of just screaming/hitting/throwing shit at him.

Turns on his fucking out of this world charm factor and smiles at you with that face.

Can literally document the moment when you go weak in the knees.

Can smell when your pheromones change and he knows he can walk up to you without getting hit but kissed (or more - probably more. It's Baji. C'mon.)

Mikey

Will list off all the shit he's done that he thinks you might be pissed off about.

Doesn't apologize unless he thinks he's ultimately in the wrong here.

HAS repeatedly gotten turned on when you're slapping him (and will do it again).

Thrown your ass down on the bed (yeah, you ended up letting him dick you down so good but you were mad about that after the fact because he got you to forget about the initial anger).

Jerks off sometimes if you're yelling at him over the phone and you'll die before you ever admit this but you have heard him, gotten turned on yourself and done that at the same time he was while you chewed him out.

@kazutora-kurokawa @darkstarlight82 @katshimizuu @viburnt @southside-otaku @arlerts-angel

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Hello! I’ve sent messages before (such as asking about the bishops’ fate much later in the timeline) but this is my first time asking something off of anonymous!

During the 1000 years or so they lived as mortals, did your lamb and the bishops eventually consider each other friends?* Playing Knucklebones together makes me guess “yes”, but well

Your comment about the lamb slowly waiting for them to request natural deaths made me curious

*In what I assume is a complicated sort of way for obvious reasons

oh yes I loved that ask! I thought about it the whole time i was working on that comic! (And to answer that second half oops) Aym and Baal got whatever Forneus got going on that keeps her alive, and traveled overseas after their explorations of the land of Old Faith. After that contact was lost, and Lamb and Narinder were never really sure what happened to them. They Empty Nest Narinder’s ass in a whole new way asdfghjkl he’d never have to grieve their death really just their departure (if they ever do die idk I’ll leave that open. Makes me sad to think of kitties dying :( skdjsksj)

Friends is a fun word. I think the idea of friends implies choice, and for the Lamb there really was no choice. Complete in-laws situations. The bishops are more than just ex-gods they wish to punish, they’re their catboy’s siblings. And though for a while Narinder tried to cold-shoulder the Bishops, that’s still he family and the cult is only so big. At one point you cross paths on the way to the outhouse yknow. Does the Lamb feel a kinship with these last few people to experience Godhood? Yes. Do they see themself a lot in Shamura and hate them with every fiber of their being? Yes. Are they going to make sure their injury is treated seriously and they get whatever they need? Yes. Are they a little sad when the day comes they ask for death? Sad for Narinder’s sake.

At the very least they were all comfortable together and it brought entertainment. With how long the bishops have been alive, they bring a lot of funny stories to the table.

Heket to the day she dies remains Lamb Hater #1. They may have introduced her to her wife (who IS actually friends with the Lamb. Go figure), but she can hold a grudge like no ones business. It is on sight insult the moment Lamb’s in the room. But also if the knucklebones tournament taking too long, she’s taking the lamb’s bed for herself everyone else get da floor.

leshy has chronic youngest brother disease and it works on the lamb begrudgingly. As long as he stays funny, he can probably get away with a lot. Kallamar is just content to be alive and will push at Lamb’s patience as far as it can go. Shamura sometimes forgets why they should hate the lamb and sees only the thing that makes Narinder happy.

leshy dies once on a mission and it is to the lamb’s delight when the bishops look at them with clenched fists and a blasphemous (to the Old Faith’s beliefs) demand on the tip of their tongues.

this is longer than it needed to be I just love complicated dynamics. I can talk about it for hours. Thanks for the asks!!! <3

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“That excuse is not going to work on me.” Harry huffed, looking at Y/N who was sat on her couch with her arms folded to herself.

“I have fifty other excuses I could use. Do you want me to start alphabetically?”

The man rolled his eyes, plopping down next to her as he began to give her the most pathetic puppy dog pout he could muster. It always worked. Always. Y/N was a sucker for Harry and he knew it. Damn him.

“No. I want you to come with me to the bonfire and pretend to be my girlfriend so Ashley leaves me the hell alone.” He crawled on top of her, letting his weight crush her a bit as he pleaded. “Pleaseeee? Please, muffin. You know everyone already thinks we date and we have made out a few times so it’s no big deal. It can be fun! And then she will leave me alone and stop calling me every night.”

For such a big, strong man? Harry was a whiny little baby. Her best friend was an idiot but she did love him, unfortunately. But did she love him enough to go to a stupid bonfire with people she tolerated? Y/N wasn’t sure.

“First of all, call me Muffin again and I will castrate you.” Her warning was clear as she huffed, trying to push him off. It was no use as he nuzzled his head into her neck, settling there. “Second of all… why can’t you be normal and reject her instead of doing a whole scheme? I know your whole thing is being nice but we both have classes and shit. I hate bonfires, H.” She grumbled, admitting defeat in her struggle to get him off.

Y/N wouldn’t admit how much she did kind of enjoy when he did this.

Harry wouldn’t admit he knows.

“You hate them because Johnny rejected you 2 years ago at one and then you got a beer spilled on you. You’ve got to let it go, baby cakes.” He sighed, speaking against her skin. “Live laugh love, you only love once, all that shit. No sense in holding grudges, my sweet angry baby.” He snickered at his own words before hissing when she tugged at his hair, pulling his head out of his hiding spot.

“Oi. If you do that, you’ll make me hard. And as much as I love the idea of persuading you to make sweet, sweet love to me.. we have a bonfire to catch.” He wasn’t really kidding. The hair pulling did make him hard and he didn’t want it to get worse. “Oh, and I like the new shower gel. Vanilla coconut?”

“You’re actually a little freak.” She deadpanned as if the whole interaction wasn’t giving her heart problems. There was already way too much knowledge about her best friend’s kinks in her head that she was nervous about knowing. “Now get the hell off of me if you want me to go. You can sniff me and determine my shower gel usage another time.”

“Wear the sexy jeans for me!”

“Fuck off.”

—

Y/N hated it here.

Bonfires were stupid, in her humble opinion. A waste of wood for people to sneak off into the trees and have risky sex, to freeze their asses off because they hated the smell of smoke, or to wear things that didn’t make sense for the weather.

The only good part was smores and drinks, usually. But right now, she was getting to live a fantasy she didn’t usually allow herself to think about.

Playing Harry’s girlfriend was something she hadn’t done before. Everyone assumed they were dating usually and sometimes they didn’t bother to correct them but it wasn’t usually like this. His arm was wrapped around her body as he spoke, her head against his chest as they stood making small talk with people. Being the more talkative out of the both of them, Harry was talking to someone on the swim team about one of their meets and Y/N, politely, didn’t give a single fuck.

She was wrapped up in one of Harry’s flannel jackets and was quite warm even despite the nippy air, arms around his waist as he ran his free hand up and down her back in their embrace. His cup was still half full, keeping his promise to only have one drink. Y/N did not want to deal with drunk Harry tonight.

She wanted to scowl at him as she felt his hand move lower, but his whisper made her relax. “M’gonna put my hand in your back pocket, is that okay?” Despite it all, her best friend was good with consent especially in this way. They were very touchy people and he smacked her ass a lot to be funny but she had already said she didn’t mind when he did it as long as it wasn’t hard. “Promise I’ll only cop a very small feel.”

This was a new touch.

He nodded when she whispered a small ‘sure’ to him, gently placing his hand inside of the back pocket. The first thing she noticed was how big his hand was, and how fucking warm. She could feel it through her jeans, leaking heat through the fabric despite the cooler air. Harry always had been warm, but this? This was a shock.

What else was shocking was how much she actually liked it. She didn’t want to admit that at all, of course she didn’t. And she wouldn’t! But his hand was firm and warm and it felt secure. With that and leaning against his body, feeling the vibrations of his chest while he spoke, she was relaxed in a way she hadn’t been in a while. His chin resting against her head, Harry seemed to be natural in this hold with her.

It was only when she felt eyes on her that Y/N opened her own. Of course, like a dumb teenager after school movie, she was met with a glare from across the way. A girl who she was assuming was Ashley based off the way she wanted to melt Y/N’s skin off with her eyes.

“H?” She murmured, looking up at him. “I think we’ve been spotted.”

Harry took a moment to look around, hissing through his teeth. “Yeah. Definitely have been. She looks like she wants to maim you, babe.” Internally Y/N rolled her eyes, placing her hand inside of his back pocket, too. If she was here to play a role… she may as well.

“Ooooh. Touchy.” Harry teased. “Marking your territory, babe. I like it. Oh- fuck, wait. She’s storming over here. Act natural.” He ended it with a squeeze on her ass and a laugh which was interrupted by a call of his name.

“You aren’t serious.” The voice was a little nasally for her taste but Y/N blinked a few times as she looked at the girl. She was pretty! If she didn’t look like she was trying to mentally murder her. She did not need to be this weird and desperate over Harry. Y/N was sure plenty of guys or girls would want her as a hook up buddy.

“Hello.” Harry said quietly. Y/N wanted to smack him. Idiot. “What’s up?”

“What’s up? Is this why you’ve been avoiding me since I asked you to go out? You have a whole girlfriend or- whatever she is?”

Y/N laughed. She couldn’t help it. If Harry wanted a fake girlfriend, she would give him a fake girlfriend.

“Whatever I am… that’s a new one baby.” She giggled, looking at the girl. “I try and keep track of what girls say about me when they find out. But yeah. I’m his girlfriend. He’s not good at being rude but I am.” She grinned widely. “You don’t know how to take a hint. He isn’t interested. Don’t know if it has to hit you over the head to get you to see that. Rejecting you so many times only did so much so…” she shrugged her shoulders, Harry wide eyed at her behavior. He should have known better. Y/N didn’t like people being disrespectful.

“Are you going to let her talk to me like that?” The girl’s voice was shrill and made Y/N wince. Was she dumb?

“I don’t know what you’re not getting from all of this. I don’t know your name.” Lie. “All I know if you won’t leave my boyfriend alone despite him being incredibly politely and declining in ways that he hopes doesn’t hurt your feelings. But I do not care about your feelings.” Blunt. Honest. Harry squeezed her back to him as he felt her move closer, not wanting it to escalate further.

“If this was switched, you’d be disgusted at a man who can’t take a hint. A no for an answer. You’d call him a creep. You’re being a creep. Regardless if he’s single or not, you aren’t entitled to a pretty boy’s time just because you want it. You’re beautiful and it sucks your personality ruins it.”

Y/N blinked at her as the girl stood there with a flushed face, sputtering as she looked at Harry for help- but he was too busy looking at his best friend. “I’m bored. Let’s go sit.”

Y/N was done with the conversation, taking his hand and bringing him over to the blanket on the ground to sit with him. She had gone to sit next to him but Harry maneuvered her to sit between his spread legs, pulling her to lean back against him. Arms crossed in front of her, he snuggled her in for a cuddle.

“Am I wrong for thinking that was incredibly hot?”

“Please. Shut up.” She groaned, throwing her head back against his shoulder. “I can see why you needed me though. What a freak. No is no. Doesn’t matter who it is.” She was still mad about it. “You’re nice. People take advantage of that. That’s why I’ve got to be your mean guard dog.” She puffed out a breath and closed her eyes to try and recharge from the draining social experience.

“I was hoping she would see and get the hint. M’sorry.” He did feel a bit bad that Y/N had to jump to his defense that way. Harry didn’t like making her stressed out despite being her main source of eye roll material. He liked her a lot more than he could admit.

This position was another example of just how much he enjoyed being all over her.

“I’d defend you any day.” She murmured, patting his hands. “You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot. And you’re warm. So I don’t mind playing this.” Y/N liked it far too much for her own comfort, especially when he leaned down and placed threes smooth, soft kisses on her neck. If Harry noticed the shivers, he didn’t say anything.

“Thank you.” He spoke against her neck. An excuse to cuddle her was one he never took for granted. He was the touchy one in their friendship and she tolerated it. It was rare for her to initiate so this was fun for him. “You’re the best. You smell good, and look good in my jacket too.” Harry was going to take advantage of this too, tucking his hand inside of it and resting it over her thinner cotton shirt underneath.

“I am not drunk enough for this.” She declared but made no effort to move. “But I don’t want a hangover. We could have drank the good shit at my place.” The little grumble was cute, making Harry shake his head at her ability to complain.

“Shhh. Enjoy this moment. Plus, when you drink tequila we always end up making out. You’re not human for getting the least bad hangover from that.” He truly didn’t know how the hell she was built. All he knew was she was definitely built different.

“It should probably be weird that we make out, huh?” She said after a few moments of silence. Best friends did a lot of things but she knew internally that she made out with him when they were drunk because she liked it. She enjoyed it. It never went further but that didn’t mean she didn’t think about it.

“No. It’s fun. You’re a good kisser and we’re both horny drunks. When we kiss each other it keeps from regrets with other people. And you always taste good, so.” Harry’s words were light but to him to meant a lot more. He didn’t want her to not do it with him anymore. He took any bit of her she would offer to him and that was one of his favorites. “It’s fun to kiss, but you’re the only friend I like to make out with. You aren’t afraid.” He teased, tickling her stomach.

“Oi! Are you calling me a slut!” She gasped quietly, turning her head to look at him. “I am a slut for your kisses maybe. But I haven’t gotten laid in ages. Rude, if you ask me.” She pouted, not too obvious about how nervous it made her to have his nose brush hers.

“Yeah. My little slut.” He teased, setting his hand down to playfully wrap it around her throat and move her a bit, jostling her and making her head move side to side.

Though he was joking… she couldn’t help but feel the heat between her thighs. His hand was loose around her neck but she liked the idea of tightening it and hearing those words growled into her ear. She had to stop it.

“If I’m a slut then what are you? You’re always the one to start the kisses.” She scoffed, trying not to show him how much the action effected her. Not realizing he could feel her pulse against his very fingertips.

“I never said m’not a slut. I’m your little slut too.” He sang back, though his voice was a bit deeper than before. Taking another risk, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth her lips. It wasn’t heated but it felt… different. Not in a bad way. In a way where he was sober, coherent, and her lips tasted like cinnamon sugar chapstick she had stolen from him a few weeks ago and never given back and the slight taste of beer. Their lips sticking together as she reciprocated the kiss, making his stomach turn in butterflies as he pulled back. “That’s all you get for tonight.”

Y/N’s head was swimming as he pulled back. What looked like a normal kiss between a couple to everyone else had tilted her world on its axis. Drunk kisses were easier to explain away. The butterflies and heat? Alcohol. Being horny? Alcohol. Wanting more? Alcohol. But being dead sober… and still feeling those things? Wanting his hand to squeeze her throat and his tongue to dip into her mouth, wanting him to mean it?

That was terrifying.

Still… she shook it off the best she could. Clearing her throat, she huffed and settled back to where she was, eyes closing so he couldn’t see the darkness nor the panic in them. It wasn’t his fault she couldn’t stop these feelings.

“Fucking brat. I’ll get you back for that. Just you wait.”

Harry went to reply but was interrupted by the strum of an obnoxious camp fire song starting via the guy sitting with his overly bleached hair. A look, some could say. No wonder people called him Frosty.

Right now, though, Frosty was his worst enemy.

Y/N had shut down slightly after their kiss but she didn’t pull away. Instead she grabbed his arms and placed them firmly around her body, giving him a soft smile as she settled back into him. He was nervous about what he had did but he can’t say he regretted it.

It was just confirmation to what he had already known and was too scared to admit.

He was definitely in love with his best friend.

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Sparring Session - Soap x F!oc

Just a Soap Drabble. I love this trope and I’ve not written for the Scottish god himself yet.

This is a self insert (kinda) cause god damn it I want this to be me. Descriptors of moi in here. Female reader.

Warnings - descriptions of violence, knife play, implied smut (I think)

The requested part 2

‘Good to see you again love’ Price’s warm smile welcomed you into his office. Smiling back you met the Captain in a hug ‘So good to see you John! It’s been ages, the boys still giving you trouble?’

‘Like you wouldn’t believe’ he snorted as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You and Price went way back, when you were an inexperienced rookie. He felt so proud watching you blossom into the cut throat special forces op you were today. ‘Ready?’ He asked releasing you from his grip guiding you to the door with his arm. ‘Absolutely’ you smirked.

‘Lads, this is Raven. She’s come over from Alpha team to help out on our next mission. She’s an expert in close combat, so, she’s come to join your sparring session.’ Gaz, Soap and Ghost all immediately stopped what they were doing and looked over towards you and Price. ‘Riley’ you nodded, offering him a warm smile, ‘you’ve not changed one bit.’

Soap whipped his head around so fast his neck could have snapped. ‘You know her?’ He asked quietly. Ghost met his gaze in the corner of his eye and let out a grunt. ‘Raven.’

‘Oh come on Riley! You can’t still be holding a grudge against me?’ You laughed hiding your smile with your hand. Soap furrowed his brows, so you two had history. Like a dog with a bone he piped up, ‘what? Lt? What’s she talking about?’

Ghost remained stoic and silent, regarding you from across the mats. Stifling a giggle you explained that you and Ghost had trained together, worked on a fair few missions together which went exceedingly well. But you were the only person currently recruited that was able to put Ghost on his ass, in front of everyone. ‘Get tae fuck?!’ Soap burst out, ‘Lt? She floored you?’

‘Yeah I did. He looked magnificent underneath me, didn’t you Riley?’ He rolled his eyes and visibly tensed up, feeling sorry for him you sauntered over and punched his bicep. ‘I’m joking Riley. But you need to let it go, I won fair and square.’

Huffing he shook his head ‘it’s good to see you too.’ His shoulders relaxed and he appeared to adjust to your presence once again. ‘Right, Gaz, Raven, you’re up first’ Price ordered. Stepping barefoot onto the mat you and Gaz circled each other like vultures circling prey. Eagerly waiting for someone to make the first move, Gaz lunged forward arm already extended which you grabbed pulled him off balance. Gaz fell to his knees and within seconds you had your knife against his throat. ‘Predictable’ you tutted.

With your knife against his throat you flashed you eyes up to Soaps. He was already staring completely infatuated with what he saw before him. Removing your knife you placed it back in its holster and helped Gaz up. ‘Again’ you commanded. Shaking himself off Gaz once again tried to lunge for you but lower this time, being wary of where his stance was. You dodged and jumped on his back about the pull the knife again, Gaz quickly pulled you over his shoulder before you were able grip his waist with your thighs. Landing with a full thump on the floor Gaz tried to get the upper hand, but being as quick as you were the knife was already back at his jaw. The tip of the knife pressed into the fleshy underside of his chin. ‘Fuck sake’ he sighed.

You patted his cheek grinning at him ‘better, but you need to be quicker.’ Gaz got up before holding out a hand for you which your graciously accepted. Price laughed in the corner knowing exactly what you were like. ‘Soap, next.’

Feeling like a child at Christmas he stepped onto the mat, and flicked a brief glance over at Ghost who rolled his eyes. ‘Ready?’ You asked, tightening your ponytail. He nodded. He flew at you ready to land a punch but you managed to block it and landed a kick into his ribs. He came at you again, calculated punches and impressive footwork. Still managing to block them you threw a foot out to kick him again, but this time he caught it. A huff of surprise left your lips at you twisted your body and threw your other foot into his stomach. This caught him off guard and winded him briefly. Taking this chance you got in close to avoid anymore punches and took out the backs of his knees.

He fell to the floor but managed to grip your waist and threw you under him. Seeing you go for your knife he grabbed your wrists and put them above your head. Nothing you couldn’t get out of, but seeing him squirm was too much fun. ‘Ooo down boy’ you smirked ‘isn’t this position reserved for the bedroom?’ He visibly stiffened, not quite sure how to take your comment. He slid his knee in between your thighs until it was resting just beneath your cunt. ‘Only if you want it hen’ he hissed back. Ever so subtly you let your hips move a fraction to grind on his thigh letting your eyes flutter shut.

He watched as your chest raised and lowered, lulling him into a trance. Your pulse on your neck clearly evident as it danced along your milky white skin. You bit your lip ‘don’t tempt me with a good time.’ Feeling his grip loosen slightly you pulled your wrists free as you arched your back, pushing your hips up throwing him off balance. As you did this you used your muscular thighs to push him sideways before you straddled his hips. Knife at the ready you pinned one of his muscular arms down over his head and traced your knife along his neck. You could feel how hard he was getting against you. Leaning into his ear you nipped at the lobe and whispered ‘you look so good underneath me Johnny.’

Sitting up you rolled off him completely brushing off what you’d just said him. ‘That was good Soap, again? Don’t lose focus.’ You barked. Soap got to his feet trying desperately to hide the semi now adorning his gym shorts. Luckily they were baggy enough to hide how much he wanted you. You began circling each other, a shit eating grin all over your face. Soap this time went for the element of surprise, he rugby tackled you to the floor. Causing you to drop the knife and land on your side. Before you could counter attack him he was on you, pushing you in the the floor in a prone position. He held your wrists behind your back and this time held your knife to your neck.

‘Fuckin’ naughty you are’ he muttered under his breath. Using your nails you pinched his skin causing him to flinch loosening his grip. With your arms now free you grabbed his Mohawk and pulled him closer to your face ‘yeah? What are you gonna do about it?’ He let out a whimper in your ear, you were teasing him. Your breathless question had him conjuring up imagines in his head of bending you over a desk and fucking you from behind. Winding his hand in your long black ponytail as he thrust deeply into your wet cunt. Feeling his erection growing further as he pressed against you, you moaned his name. It was barely above a whisper but it was enough for him to completely forget what he was doing.

Throwing an elbow into his ribs he fell to the side, once again you managed to get your knife and hold it to his throat. ‘Mmm good boy’ you drawled. He couldn’t take any more, he looked around questioning if anyone else was hearing this? Evidently they weren’t. Price was muttering to Ghost about the up coming mission while watching you both. Gaz was rubbing his chin where the knife tip had prodded him. You were in your own bubble on the mat.

Running your tongue along your teeth you smiled, a filthy, come fuck me smile. He stared up at your bluey green eyes, which contrasted perfectly against your porcelain complexion and black hair. His mouth fell open, laboured breaths escaped him as he tried to ground himself from what ever spell you’d cast on him. ‘Fuckin hell’ he muttered to himself as you climbed off and got to your feet. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched your hips swing as you walked over to Price.

‘This was fun. I’ll spare you the embarrassment Riley, same time tomorrow?’ you laughed.

[allisonlol]

Hi hi can I request platonic hcs with the Hunting Dogs? Basically reader is a new recruit and they’re slightly younger than the others (like around 18 or so). How would Tetchou, Jouno, Teruko and Tachihara treat them? (you can add fukuchi if you want)

a/n: plz this req is so cute, i don't write platonic stuff often so it's like a breath of fresh air :0 i was gonna add fukuchi but then...didn't cuz i'm still mad about what he's doing to ranpo ;-; split each character into their own section so it's more organized idk

warnings: none just the chaos of being a hunting dog tbh. also jouno and terukos' sadism if that counts??

Being a New Recruit in the Hunting Dogs (Platonic HCs)

Tecchou

you honestly could not be in better hands??

actually i lied. you probably could but tecchou is pretty great compared to the others

fukuchi probably sticks you with this mf cuz he thinks he's the most responsible for working with a trainee...compared to jouno and teruko who might emotionally scar you

you being younger than the rest doesn't affect how he treats you (after all, ur only a year younger than tachi)

^very respectful of course <3 people on the outside wouldn't even know you were a trainee by the way he speaks to you as an equal

pretty good at explaining all the stuff that's expected out of you

^literally recites the entire manual for new recruits' word for word?? you retained almost none of it but damn was it impressive

also gives you the whole "jouno may seem evil but don't be scared of him" speech...it doesn't help

is so proud to show you his ability PLS. he was like "look at this" and started manipulating his saber n shit, you were like 😯😯

gives you a tour of the base but gets distracted by an ant colony five minutes into it...

makes you watch the ants with him but after 30 minutes you pretend to go to the bathroom so you can get away -///-

Jouno

LMAOO good luck

purposefully tries to scare the shit out of you, and damn does it work

says some "i'm only gonna explain this once, so if you forget you'll probably die" before overloading you with information about the job

side note: literally none of it is that important

jouno heard that you trained with tecchou so now he already has a grudge against you

ditches you like 10 times to go work on his own...you gotta keep going to find him again to ask questions

(why was that how my first day at my job went lol)

plz he hears you coming and uses his ability to dissolve so you can't find him 💀💀

complains constantly that you're being "too loud"?? meanwhile you were only trying to INHALE

does give you decent advice. as in, he tells you to stay tf away from fukuchi if you value mental stability

contradicts this advice immediately after tho by dragging you out on a mission with him and making you witness his torture firsthand ??

it has you re-evaluating your life choices ngl

Teruko

basically jouno 2.0

a little more chill than him tho. has more patience and is great at showing you how things should be done & answering any questions you may have

another one who is so proud to show you her ability. except she doesn't give you a warning and just morphs 3 feet taller out of nowhere

makes you carry her on your shoulders while giving you a (better) tour of HQ and will bonk you on the head if you take a wrong turn

probably makes some snide remarks about your age and how it's likely "you'll make more mistakes"?? all you can think is that's rich coming from the mf that likes to pretend to be a child

teruko is very adamant about protecting the lives of civilians so she REALLY trains you

it's kind of a morality test too. she'll rapid-fire ask you questions and def judges you based on your response

^think of those quizzes where it's like "your best friend and mom are drowning, who do you save first" pointless ass shit

reports back to fukuchi with an IN DEPTH analysis of your behavior, and doesn't hold back

it's important to be on his good side but don't try to show off to him too much. we all know teruko is an attention wh0re and she'll threaten to rip your teeth out if she suspects ur trying to be better than her

Tachihara

you'll probably find yourself gravitating towards him the most

with both of you being the youngest and newest to the hunting dogs, there's a lot you can relate about

your first day went a lot like his actually, and y'all definitely bond over that

helps you out with missions so you don't have to ask the others for assistance cuz they would def make fun of you

tachihara is chill about his job too and just arrests criminals instead of...yknow...cutting them into pieces so that's for sure easier on your stomach

being close with tachi also ensures you'll be closer with jouno since they get along so well

^same for teruko kind of

they'll still tease you guys for being the youngest recruits, but it'll be in a more good-natured way rather than contempt

tachi will randomly use his ability to mess with you, like yanking your saber or your phone out of your hand?? i stg

sits next to you at meetings too and slides you little notes so ur not bored

pls he's so sweet, like a helpful older brother ;-; out of everyone he goes the most out of his way to make you feel more comfortable

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❤️ anon. A qsmp related ask I keep thinking about the school quackity made and how it wasn't often used so how about

Qsmp! Reader becoming a teacher with quackity (not knowing quackity true intention) but often doing fun activity and maybe even a defense lesson when the island is getting dangerous.

I just wanted a bit more school shenanigans, but I did love Biden trolling quackity.

welcome on in ❤️ anon, im so glad you’ve travelled and found my silly little tumblr.

QSMP! teacher

-being the second teacher of the school wasn’t hard work, they were all angels, to you anyway. your shared classes with quackity were full of suppressed laughs as chayanne had a strong dislike for your teaching partner, throwing pencils at him when he was writing on the board, or out right hitting him. you didn’t know the full extent as to why Chayanne did that, but you knew he had good reasoning, his grudges were to be held seriously, as you knew one of his fathers, Phil, was a man true to his word and grudges.

-you taught the kids painting, and creative writing, you sang to them and read to them, encouraging them to read any genre they wanted. the amount of fantasy books revolving around dragons that you had were now entirely gone, the eggs were curious after all, with no dragon mother around anymore, no one had any idea what sort of dragon they would become.

-along with the creativities, you taught them self défense and how to hold their own, you knew quackity was almost entirely useless in combat. it was pretty obvious from the fact chayanne could ruffle his feathers.

it started off small, teaching the kids strategies on how to get away, how to disarm. but after a while, the eggs became hungry, hungry to fight. they were all unanimously sick of being defended by their parents, they wanted to fight beside them, without being a liability. you were hesitant, but as best and less dangerous as you could, you taught them. you taught the kids how to knock entities out, how to break bones with clean slices, how to stun someone, and in some instances, in only emergencies. how to do a quick and clean, and mostly humane kill.

Tallulah had been lying to her father, about what she was doing at school, she knew he didn’t want her to fight, but she had to, for herself. and as much as Chayanne was strong and skilled, Tullulah didn’t want to be defenceless, always waiting for a knight in shining armour, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Dapper loved learning to fight, it was more material to mess around with his uncle foolish, to get on his nerves and escape, or to taunt his uncle because Dapper’s new tricks were too advanced for him. You remember spotting Bad peeking in on your lessons a few times, studying dapper, most likely seeing if you were teaching him right. Bad would have your head if your fighting and self defence classes were void and null.

you often caught Leo on her communicator, talking to their father’s. you saw glimpses of messages from foolish varying from, “kick dappers ass” or “you’re the best fighter outta all of em”. And messages from vegetta were always so sweet, “you are so good hija! tu son muy bien :D”. it warmed your heart to see, but you always had to remind the kid that the more she got distracted, the less she learnt.

whenever quackity did bravely step into one of your lessons, some had beelined to him to show him what you taught them. despite your objections, The other teacher was floored in seconds, with eggs triumphantly standing on his. “c’mon guys.” you grinned, gaining their attention once again, “you’re really wasting your awesome skills on someone who’s strength is equivalent to a worm?” you laughed.

Quackity had pulled you aside after class to ask for lessons, turns out, being called a worm had given him motivation to not be useless in a fight.

[hirokari]

give 'em back, please?

wc: 0.8k words | g: fluff, christmas!!!. college!au, gn!reader | w: none! | a/n: nyehehehehehe it's christmas time its fluffy fluffy donghyuck time heeheheheheh this one is for sunny's little christmas loving butt

Lee Donghyuck is many things to you. Another student attending literature lectures at 9 in the morning— though, he doesn’t seem to indulge in it as much as you like to—, the boy who you’d mouth answers to when he’s asked to recite something back to the lecturer, the boy who’d stolen your pens just for the sole purpose of lending a pen to you when you’d asked for it, the silly, silly boy who’d “accidentally” stepped on your shoes, sticking his tongue out as he gives you a half-assed apology and snickering when you attempt to get back at him.

Though, today, he’s a missing student.

You’re a little disappointed, you must admit. He’d been an extra ray of sunshine in the morning, and you’d considered you’d especially needed it this morning, because it’s finals week. You figured you’d see him today since he’s supposed to join this exam, but you conclude the opposite with a small frown.

Bottom lip caught in between the gnawing of your teeth, you can’t help but feel a little spiritless as you start the exam. A pen twirls in between your fingers as you read the first question, scribbling an answer against the hard surface with your pen.

Ten minutes pass. ‘It’s fine,’ You think. ‘This isn’t too hard.’ You’re not about to rely your grade point average on some sunshine boy.

You’re about to scribble another answer to your paper when you jump at the sudden sound of a thump against the glass to your right. Your fellow classmates had been taken aback by it too, attention casted to the window.

Stupid Lee Donghyuck holds a paper against the glass of the window that reads ‘YOU GOT THIS, Y/N!!!’ in a bright red ink– which you recognize to be the very color of the pen you’d coincidentally lost a week earlier. You’ll make sure to talk to him about that.

Cheeks dusting red, you raise a little in your seat, struggling to stifle the laugh bubbling in your throat when Donghyuck does a little dance when he meets eyes with you, knees bouncing up and down in a childish manner.

“I- don’t. Know him. I swear.” You say in response to the curious glances your classmates give you.

The lecturer hurries outside in a rush after his attempts at shooing the boy away from inside the hall had failed, and you watch as Donghyuck bickers with the adult in a comedic behavior, obviously putting effort into amusing you. It worked.

“I’m terribly sorry, sir,” You mumble meekly when he returns, though he doesn’t acknowledge your apology, holding a slight grudge against your disturbance.

The chilly winter air creeps under the thick layers of your clothes and still manages to bite and nip at your skin, eliciting a yelp and goosebumps from you. Your nose had grown red– you don’t know if it’s from the scratchy crappy Christmas scarf Donghyuck had gotten you earlier that month or if it was the winter, but you don’t like it either way.

“Lee Donghyuck,” You grumble once you spot the boy rushing up to you. “Hi!” He greets you, cheeks rosy as he grabs your hands with his own gloved ones. He notices your undressed hands almost immediately, acting quick to slide his gloves off his own hands and fitting your hands into them instead.

You couldn’t help but freeze. The feeling of his cold, slender fingers touching the skin of yours as the warmth of his gloves welcome your hands had quite literally numbed your brain.

“How’d you do? How was the exam?”

It’s cruel, you think, that he expects you to give a genuine, well articulated answer after what he’d done.

“Ah- uh, it went… well. Though, it’d probably have gone better if we didn’t have a little bear banging at our windows.”

“I wasn’t banging on them!”

“Hey, I knew you wrote on that paper with my pen. Please, I beg you, return it. It’s Christmas.”

Donghyuck lets out a scoff, “Are you really pulling the Christmas card right now?” You roll your eyes, pulling his bare hands into your gloved ones and shoving them into his pockets, “Obviously. Give ‘em back, please?”

You’re convinced it’s the cold that causes Donghyuck’s skin to bloom redder as he presses his body closer against yours, grinning. “Well, only since you asked so nicely,” He gushes, brushing his nose against yours, mouth tickling against the scarf he’d gotten you.

“Are these hand warmers?”

“Mhm.”

“You don’t need my gloves! Give ‘em back, please?”

You can’t help but blush when he repeats what you’d said in a similar tone. “Nu-uh! I’m keeping these.” Though, Donghyuck doesn’t seem to mind that you want his stuff. A stupid lovesick grin plasters on his stupid face as he stupidly laughs into your scarf, “Okay. Keep it.”

© hirokari, 2022

[doodle-do-wop]

I am asking abt the other cabins, I totally have not been hypnotized to ask

OKAY OKAY OKAY

so this is gonna be one long ass post (possibly) and it's going to be formatted weird because I rambled about this on discord ages ago

Sophie Foster: Daughter of Zeus

girly can fly, shoot lightning, and is mega powerful with enough low self esteem to match

as stated in a different channel she's picture perfect to be a demigod with her origin story

fatal flaw: ambition (reasoning being she tends to do things on a whim a lot and that can also be chalked up to hubris but let's not forget Sophie is a genius by all definition of the word. She was going to go to college based off of pure intelligence alone but there's a certain type of bite that comes with power and it's the realization you can do more)

Keefe Sencen: Son of Aphrodite

literally the goddess of love and beauty, emotions are her forte and thus the best godly parent for Keefe's powers to fit into

he can still be the funny sarcasm guy, kids can have more than one personality trait

also beauty and love don't just apply outwardly and only romantically. Aphrodite is the goddess of love, self love and platonic included

fatal flaw: low self esteem (literally look at that sad wet noodle of a boy and tell me he thinks he's worthy of anything)

Biana Vacker: Daughter of Athena

vanisher fits Athena to a T and yet even with a cool ability she's overshadowed by Fitz still

smart girl, was a brat in the beginning but grows into one of the most capable fighters around while keeping a caring side to her

once again, kids can have more than one trait and girls in STEM can like make-up and sparkles. It's usually the girls that have a cute blouse and know what they're doing that are the most lethal (mostly because the blouse might have a knife)

fatal flaw: Loyalty (sure she kinda abandoned Maruca but this is a new universe and look at how much she's gone through with Sophie and been a consistent and stable rock for her best friend. Girly has tackled multiple murders for her friends, she is insane)

Fitz Vacker: Son of Athena

while not a total perfect fit Athena has always focus on the mind, strategy, and being ahead of the game. What better way to do that than to make a son with the power of the mind itself, a telepath

a shining rebound ability that gives him enough pizzazz to overshadow Biana (not on purpose) but also keep him from being super socially gracious (because he ain't)

smart boy but can get a little too ahead of himself in things and send focus in the wrong direction

fatal flaw: Wrath (the boy's got a fighting temper and it's caused rifts in his relationships and even extreme pain for himself. If anything would take him down it would be his own anger)

Dex Dizznee: Son of Hermes

"doodle he's the technopath" Dex is also expecting things often only to get something else completely out of left field

the trickster god of travelers and roads ain't limited to putting a bucket over a cracked door, technological pranks work in his domain and let's not forget Dex did spike Stina's drink and make bombs

what better way to set your expectations high and get them destroyed than to expect Hephaestus or some minor god only to get the dude with wing shoes

fatal flaw: Grudges (we've seen I in action before, Dex can let a grudge like jealousy or his general dislike of the Vackers blind him out of many things including being a good friend at times, sure this was more prominent when he was younger but he still has a lot to hold against Stina even after she's shown herself to be a friend)

Marella Redek: Daughter of Ares

"but Leo is a fire powers" Marella? A daughter of Hephaestus??? Besides I doubt someone with Ares' rep can't spawn a child with fire powers

Marella's whole main goal, the very core of her motivation is her mom, she'd do anything for her and even if it meant being claimed by Aphrodite or Athena (evidence her father was unfaithful to her mother) Marella would've given anything to do something to help her mom

just to be claimed by the one god she never wanted to be claimed by, war and bloodshed, fear and hate are all Ares' domain, his kingdom of stacked skulls and crushed souls

fire is not easy to control and the path of 'easy' is almost never on the Ares' agenda

Fatal flaw: Loyalty (her relationship with her mom is a good point but also the fact that Marella was abandoned, essentially betrayed by someone she considered a friend and immediately turned cold and bitter for quite some time. She only came around because she knew she could do something to help the greater good)

Linh Song Wildwood: Daughter of Poseidon

hydrokinetic=ocean man

personally I have no idea where else she fits

the sea is a powerful thing that can't always be contained and controlled perfectly down to the last atom and Linh could've definitely had some trouble controlling the pull of the water causing the Songs to abound their demigod children once and for all leaving the twins to fight for themselves before a saytr could find them

fatal flaw: Ambition (the girl flooded Atlantis, the pull of the water is often too much for her to handle and that's the call of the sea challenging her and Linh giving into the temptation of more)

Tam Song Wildwood: Son of Poseidon

"dont you mean Hades" guys that's not how twins work

Poseidon isn't just about water and he's had kids that don't even possess his power over the ocean (ex. Chrysoar)

the ocean has depths, depths so dark and deep there are parts unexplored and uncharted due to the crush and pull of the water, a single sea current could blast you from here to another continent if you're not careful

the sea is dark but there's also light, balance, calm waves gently blanketing over sandy beaches, the moon waving between high and low tide. There is more to it than what's bobbing on the surface

fatal flaw: Loyalty (Tam is the most normal dude in a group of weirdos but those are his weirdos. Tam had always put Linh before himself and has even held an escape plan in his boot in case things got so bad he had to go back home. If Linh got kicked out Tam was going with her and staying by her side no matter what)

Wylie Endal, Son of Iris, goddess of the rainbow

he's a flasher this is quite literally his entire power scheme

each color of the rainbow possesses a slightly different kind of magic inside of it so Red might have a different affect than Blue or Green and its difficult to master the entire rainbow like Iris can

fatal flaw: Grudges

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Hii, I saw your post about Garou/genos/saitama hurting the reader's feelings so I thought maybe you could do the opposite, the reader hurting their feelings, how would they react to that (I'm a very rude person and even insensitive to sometimes, I wish I knew how they would handle a s/o like that) (I love your writing♡)

(Thanks friend! I have that problem as well. Damn us😯💨😂)

If you hurt his feelings

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Considering he also has this problem, he is fairly understanding

But he has his insecurities, like his baldness, and if you even lightly joke about it, it does hurt his feelings. You probably couldn't tell at first cause his initial reaction is getting pissed off and dishing out equal quips

He'd be acting a little funny and quieter. Due to his feelings being distant in general, you'd have to piece together yourself for the most part why he's acting funny. He's still learning to express himself when it comes to little problems or disagreements

In all he's very forgiving and doesn't hold a grudge. Food always fixes sad feels so instant apology acception if you make him a snack. But lots of kisses work.

He has a good understanding of your insensitivity and hardly takes it to heart. A way I think would workout fail hurt his feelings is telling him to back off if he's trying to help you out

Say you're overstimulated with life and him, being his usual clingy and affection self, tries giving you affection or talking to you. Being all fried out though, you need to be ALONE. Easily you could be harsh with telling him so

He thought he was helping or he got it right. Maybe that he misinterpreted what is best for you when you're having heavy emotions. He'll refuse to initiate any affection until you do it first

You got to give a long winded detailed explanation for him to get it completely, or else he'll keep it in the back of his mind for a long time and it will affect how he gives you affection permanently. He needs smothering of love

You both twins and you guys gotta work on that. It can cause some clashing sometimes, but it's not often

Being fr here he has some thick skin but at the same time takes random things personally. Y'all could be beefing one day as a joke but another day that same beef could touch a nerve

Instantly gets defensive and ends up isolating. He's somewhat aware he can be a huge ass but he still loves you and don't want to upset you

He's gotten better at the isolating part, cause it was almost like an unintentional cold shoulder that lasted days. He can go on a walk now and be somewhat better.

You can't just say sorry you gotta show him. Usually words don't mean hardly anything to him like they might to you. Anyone can say sorry. Once he gets back he sort of hovers at a distance because he's waiting for you to address it in some way. He's nervous.

Very awkward make up hugs.

[polutrope]

hello 💌 i’d like to request a prompt from the modern au list: beren/lúthien and 27. thank you 🥺

27. Meeting significant other’s family for the first time Thank you for the prompt! I'm sorry, this became something sad and sentimental. Advisory for deceased and sick parents and general parent-child angsty feelings. ~1.1k, Rated G. Posting these to AO3, here. Prompt list (prompts closed). Beleria Cast of Characters

Beren reached for Lúthien’s hand and inhaled deeply of the crisp night air. It was cool, but not so cold they needed gloves, and her slender fingers twined between his were hardly touched by the cold. He turned a wistful smile on her.

“What is it?” she said. Her grey eyes caught the light of the street lamp and twinkled.

“Oh, I was just remembering the first time you had me to dinner with your parents.” Beren chuckled.

“I’m glad you’re laughing,” said Lúthien, and her tone hardened. “I still haven’t forgiven my dad for how condescending he was with you. Ugh, he can be such an ass.”

“Yeah,” Beren said thoughtfully. It was true: Elu had been, well, awful. And Beren hadn’t felt comfortable visiting again for months, not sure that he could withstand further implicit — but blatantly obvious — rejection of himself and his background. He’d borne it bravely the one time, but his carefully reconstituted sense of self-worth was more fragile than it looked.

But Elu had repented of his attitude. As Mayor he’d even spearheaded Beleria’s initiative to make it easier for immigrants like his parents had been to get secure, meaningful employment in education and healthcare and sustainability — it was how Beren had found his position with the nature conservancy.

And Elu loved Lúthien as much as Beren did, with a depth of history that he could never understand.

“Listen, birdie,” said Beren, stopping their progress down the sidewalk to look into her eyes. “Parents aren’t perfect. But trust me: you’ll regret it when something happens to him if you’re still holding on to those grudges.”

She frowned, then shook the mood off with a frustrated flail. “I’m sorry, babe. You’re right. I just… Like, I know he’s trying to hide it but I can tell he doesn’t want to let me go. I don’t want to see him every week! But then I feel guilty. Once a week isn’t that much, but with everything else… ugh, I’m sorry. I’m being selfish.”

“Nah, you’re not,” said Beren. “My dad drove me nuts when he was still around. I mean, he’s the reason I went into oil and gas. You think I wanted that? I hated it, it went against everything I believed in, and it drained me of motivation to do anything else. But he worked so hard all his life, fled his home with a hundred dollars and the clothes on his back and built it all up from there. I couldn’t just not do what he wanted for me. But I resented him for it. Every day. It’s a shitty thing to say but I don’t think I would have gotten out of Dorthon if he hadn’t died. Still, I miss him.”

Beren blinked back the press of tears behind his eyes and absently rolled his thumb over his dad’s ring that he always wore. They didn’t talk about Barahir often — it was Emeldir’s worsening condition and the constant paperwork and phone calls and visits required just to get her the minimum of care that took up most of his time and energy.

Lúthien stopped them again and cupped Beren’s cheek with her free hand. “Hey,” she said, “I want to meet him.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve put up with my — insufferable, insane, but beloved — parents dozens of times, but we’ve never visited Barahir. Let’s go. Maybe even have a Yule dinner with him.”

Beren smiled. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “That would be nice.”

*

As usual when Lúthien got an idea in her head, she was eager to realise it at the earliest opportunity. They made the drive out to Dorthon the weekend before Yule, cancelling other plans with Elu and Melian in order to do so (they’d left it to Melian to pass the news onto her husband).

There was snow coming down on the highway when they reached the mountains, but Beren was as ever impressed by Lúthien’s skill behind the wheel. He shouldn’t be. There wasn’t much she wasn’t good at, but she had a humility that made you forget it.

“How much farther to the exit?” she asked, and Beren fumbled for his phone to check the map.

“Uuhh, Exit 27. No wait. 26b.”

“Okay, how far is that?”

“I can’t tell… oh shit!”

“Oh shit, what!”

“Shit, shit, that’s it,” said Beren, frantically pointing at the right side of the road.

Lúthien remained far calmer, expertly crossing three lanes and sliding into the exit lane not a moment too soon. “Dammit, you’re the worst navigator!” she said, but she was laughing.

Shortly they were bumping down the gravel road to the river where Beren and his sister had scattered Barahir’s ashes three years ago. The snow continued to accumulate, at least an inch thick now, and Beren chewed his lip nervously.

“Stop worrying,” said Lúthien. “We’ll get out of here fine. And if not, well! We’ll have to walk.”

They pulled over beside the rough trail down to the river. The world was still and silent as they stepped from the car except for the crunch of their boots in the fresh snow. Beren bundled his scarf around his neck and grabbed the bag of cold turkey sandwiches from the back seat.

The sun set even earlier up here and the sky was already turning grey by the time they got to the river.

“I hope we don’t have the wrong spot,” Beren fretted. All they’d left to mark his dad’s last resting place was an engraved wood slice nailed to a pine tree. “Maybe we should just pick a spot and have the sandwiches and go, it doesn’t really matter—”

“Is this it?” Lúthien interrupted. She brushed her gloved hand over a slab of wood to reveal the inscription, its crude letters filled in and white with snow.

In memory of Barahir Escarra 1970 to 2020

Beren’s throat closed over at the sight. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said.

He couldn’t stop the tears springing to his eyes. At once Lúthien was at his side, winding her arms around him, and he clung to her while his tears spilled freely. Each little river momentarily froze on his skin and he found he welcomed the sting of their cold salty tracks: they made his grief and relief and love into something physical, emotions he could truly feel as they left him.

“I’m glad we came,” he said, sniffing and laughing meekly at his state. “Thank you.”

Lúthien squeezed him and buried her face in his jacket. She was crying, too.

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 24

“Last time on Total Takes Island: Yours truly was out for the day, leaving Chef in charge as host. He left the campers to die- or find their way back- in the middle of the woods and forced them to work together. Ass immediately attempted murder on Michael, who survived and ruined their chance at winning immunity. Julia went off on her former ally and McLovin made some new macrame friends. Ultimately, it was Ass who walked the dock of shame, leaving only three campers behind. Who will be going home today, and who will be surviving to the final 2? Find out now- Total! Takes! Island!”

Julia sits at the far end of the remaining table in the mess hall, McLovin occupying the middle and Michael taking the other side. Every so once in a while, the latter will shoot her a glare over her breakfast of burnt toast and beans. 

---

JULIA: “I've been trying to apologize to Michael all week, but every time I talk to her, she leaves. I'm starting to wonder if I should just cut my losses and give up- that chick really knows how to hold a grudge!"

---

Julia sighs and stands, sitting next to Michael. “Listen, I-”

Michael stands immediately, sharply moving across the space and making a point to sit next to McLovin. Julia sighs again and leaves the mess hall. 

“You don’t have to be so hard on her, you know,” McLovin says. “She’s only trying to apologize.”

“Sometimes apologies don’t fix things,” Michael glares. He slumps forward, leaning against the table on his elbows. 

“You know I really am sorry,” he mutters. “Not that apologies mean anything to you. But I do feel bad.”

She grumbles, crossing her arms and turning away from him. McLovin looks dejected for a moment and then turns back. “Max seems… nice,”

“No, he’s not. That’s why I like him,” she stands pushing her tray away and leaving just as Chris’ voice blares over the intercom. 

“Welcome to the semifinals, campers! Usually we’d do something to celebrate making it this far, but it’s Chef’s day off, so I just went ahead and set up the challenge anyway. It's a real doozy! Oh- and we're having some pipe troubles with the communal bathrooms, so I'd steer clear of those for the next few days. Meet you all at the amphitheater in twenty!”

---

MCLOVIN: “I guess I got pretty far, huh? It’s weird being alone with Michael… I guess Julia is here, too, but none of us are really talking to her. I keep trying to apologize about what happened between us but Michael doesn’t want to listen. I don’t want to end up eliminated today and go home knowing she still hates me!”

---

MICHAEL: “What would I do if I won? I guess… I’d help pay for Max’s tuition, since I’m not going anywhere. I’d put the rest of it into savings and then never have to pay rent or get a full-time job,”

---

MCLOVIN: “Well... first, I’d buy something nice for Michael. Next, I’m buying a megamansion in Malibu with my buddy Sha-Mod. Next, we’re getting a double-decker swimming pool- that one was my invention. After that, we’re going to buy one of those mountains with a bunch of caves and turn it into a hotel for vampires- that was Sha-Mod’s idea. Next-”

---

JULIA: “I’d invest in something online and easy to manipulate, like cryptocurrency. I’d start my own kind of coin, scam thousands, and then I’d use my millions to fake my death and move somewhere quiet.

…Or I guess I could use a new laptop."

---

MCLOVIN: “Then I’m going to buy a castle, then a pyramid-”

---

MICHAEL: “What are my odds? Not great. I could probably beat McLovin, but Julia might have the upper hand, especially after she and he bonded last challenge,”

---

JULIA: “When I win, I’m going to finally reenact my fantasy of firebombing this crappy island into smithereens, hopefully with Natalie still on it,”

---

MCLOVIN: “And matching jet skis, and a 24/7 McDonald’s, and-”

---

It feels odd being the only ones left on the island, and that feeling sets in deep as the three remaining competitors walk in silence to the amphitheater. Michael is practically jogging, far ahead of Julia and McLovin, who are avoiding making eye contact.

"Do you think she's okay?" McLovin whispers. "I've been trying to talk to her all week, but-"

"But she's ignoring everyone, I know," Julia sighs, rolling her eyes. "I feel... bad, I guess, but at this point I'm not sure she's making it to the finale anyway."

A menagerie of crates, tables, and other flat surfaces have been lined up on stage with three chairs behind them, beckoning the campers. They all take seats- Michael sitting on the far left, McLovin between her and Julia.

“Welcome to one of my favorite challenges- the semifinal of dares!” Chris says, pacing in front of the campers. “In a break of producer tradition, we had the losers come up with some amazing ideas for TTI’s very own spin the bottle!”

A few interns wheel out a large wheel with a bottle in the center. Around the circle are pictures of all the eliminated contestants so far. 

“An intense combo of luck and dares, sure to knock your socks off!” Chris beams. “Here’s how this works: each player will take turns spinning the bottle. The loser you land on will determine your dare- you can take the dare yourself and win a freebie for later, or inflict the dare on another camper. If you refuse to perform a dare, you lose immediately!”

He points to the dock of shame, where everyone turns and looks nervously. 

“Okay, who’s ready to humiliate themselves first?!”

Everyone looks at each other in dead silence. No one steps forward. McLovin turns to Michael. “If you need any help today, I can step in!”

Julia glares at the two as Michael scoots away from him. 

---

JULIA: “The last thing I need is those two teaming up to take me out. Michael already hates me, but she hates McLovin too- my success in this game totally depends on them not getting too chummy.”

---

After a few moments of silence, Chris shrugs. “Julia, you’re up!”

She stands, rolling her eyes and walking up to the bottle. She gives it a spin and it lands on Mal. She scoffs. “Oh, what, am I going to have to post a note-app apology to Twitter for doxing people?” 

Chris reads from the cue card. “Submerge yourself in a pool of leeches!”

Her smile drops. Two interns wheel out a large plastic kiddie pool on a flatbed cart, brimming with leeches. Julia stares at it and Chris ducks in frame. “Ready to chicken out?”

“No! I can do this!” she says, looking into the pool as the parasites squirm around. She turns to the other campers- Michael is smiling and McLovin is covering his eyes. “Um… maybe not.”

“Do you want to pass the dare to someone else?”

“Yes!” She thinks for a moment before breaking into a grin. “I choose McLovin.”

McLovin goes pale and Michael looks between the two. Julia smirks as he walks down from the stage, staring into the pool. 

---

JULIA: "Well, might as well pick off the easiest player, right? I wouldn't hate being stuck with Michael in the final two- I just hope it's not too physically intensive or gross,"

---

He quivers. “Um…”

“You’re free to chicken out if you want to walk the dock, man!” Chris grins wickedly. “Those leeches have been holed up in the back storage for weeks now, they’re probably starving.”

“No!” he says, looking to Michael before standing up straight. “I can do this!”

He puts one foot into the purple plastic rim, then another, he slowly sits, then lies down, and shovels the leeches over his face. Michael and Julia watch in disgust as Chris’ timer ticks down. 

“And, time!” he says, stopping his watch. Nothing happens. “McLovin, you passed, dude!”

Still nothing. A few interns rush over and drag him out of the leech pool. He’s pale and covered in the pests, which the interns start plucking off as Chris watches with a smile. 

“Alright. Michael, you’re up!”

Michael stares in terror as she walks up to the wheel. She’s shaking as she spins the bottle, and it lands on Patrick. She winces. 

“Nice one! Patrick’s dare is to fight an alligator!”

Julia and McLovin’s eyes widen. Michael, though, seems to relax a little and walks along with Chris to the lake. 

---

MICHAEL: “Better than leeches. Better than leeches!”

---

McLovin and Julia follow the two to the lake and watch as Michael throws off her parka, takes a deep breath, and then dives in. The host and two other campers watch anxiously as she surfaces on the back of a gator. 

“She’s totally dead,” Chris chuckles. Julia and McLovin look at each other. 

“On one hand, if she dies, that makes one less thing on my to-do list to cross off,” She mutters. 

---

JULIA: "I could also deal with a McLovin finale. I mean, look at him- he may have flown under the radar up until now, but he'd be no competition for me in a one-on-one match,"

---

McLovin turns to her. “What? Don’t you want to heal your friendship before she dies?”

“And get rejected again? I don’t think so. At this point, I just need to make sure you two don't try anything!”

The gator and Michael thrash around in the water for a while until they resurface. Michael punches it in the eye and it sinks into the lake, leaving her treading on water. “Run me my freebie!” she shouts. 

“Wow, that girl means business,” Chris says as McLovin and Julia help her out of the water. “And that’s a freebie for Michael!”

---

The dares go on- McLovin wearing deer antlers in front of a bear den, Julia juggling knives, Michael conquering her fear of bees- until finally, Julia approaches the wheel and winces at the result. 

“Staci says- eat a live squid!”

---

JULIA: “Okay, so far, these challenges have sucked, but they're manageable. But I’m not so good with eating things- I have very receptive taste buds!”

---

“You can play, pass, or use a freebie!”

Julia looks down at her remaining freebies- only one purple bottle left. She swallows a lump in her throat. “Um… I’m… I’ll use it,”

Chris grins. “You sure about that?”

“There can’t be anything worse than eating live squid!” she snaps, taking a seat. She looks at Michael, who shoots her a glare back.

McLovin's gaze bounces between the two before landing on Michael. "Here," he says, pushing his remaining freebies over to her side of the table. "I don't need them anyway," his voice deepens. "I'm a man now."

She pushes them back. "I don't want them,"

McLovin suddenly glares, and shoves them. "Too bad!"

Julia and Michael stop and stare at him, both completely take aback. He realizes he raised his voice and laughs nervously. "If-if-if you want,"

“Okay, dude. McLovin, you’re up,”

McLovin stands from his seat and walks over to the wheel, spinning it. It lands on a picture of Austin. 

“Austin says drink fruit punch from the communal toilets!” Chris reads, chuckling. “You can take the dare, or pass.”

McLovin looks at Michael, who frowns back. He takes a deep breath. “Julia!” he says confidently, walking back to his seat. 

Julia’s face goes pale as she realizes she’s fresh out of freebies. Chris grins wickedly. “To the toilets, madame!”

---

Julia sits on her knees, peering into the greenish toilet water as an intern pours powdered fruit punch mix and stirs before handing her a straw. Chris watches from outside the stall, McLovin and Michael behind him. 

She holds the straw in shaky hands, looking down into the depths of the communal toilet. A dead fly in the water twitches. The pipes creak violently. 

Julia scoots back a bit before turning to the two other competitors. “Anyone willing to lend me a freebie?” she laughs nervously. 

Michael crosses her arms. McLovin pretends to be distracted with a roach he found on the floor. Julia’s awkward smile drops and she turns back to the toilet. 

She sighs and looks behind her shoulder one last time. “Before I do this, I want to say- Michael, I’m... sorry. I was selfish, and I meant every word I said when I told you I still wanted to be friends- real friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same,”

Chris and McLovin both turn to Michael, who sighs. “I don’t. I just don’t think I could trust you after what happened. It takes a lot for me to be able to forgive someone like that,”

“Worth a shot,” she shrugs, looking back into the toilet with a frown. 

Chris taps his watch. “It’s now or never, dude, we got a schedule to keep,” 

The pipes groan again. Julia stands, her head hanging. “I can’t-”

The pipes suddenly burst, spraying her with fruit-punch toilet water. She yelps and stumbles backwards, everyone else flying out of her way as she runs outside, covered in sewage. She runs down the docks and jumps into the lake water, everyone else in close pursuit. 

When Julia resurfaces, she’s coughing and sputtering as the boat of losers pulls up behind her. “W-wait! I technically still drank the punch!”

“Yeah, but you refused the dare. Tough luck,” Chris chuckles as the interns inside hoist her on board. 

She writhes and struggles against their grip. “NO! THIS IS NOT HOW I LOSE! YOU CANNOT LET MCLOVIN BE IN THE FINAL TWO!”

“This is Total Takes, dude,” Chris smiles. “Anything can happen!”

The boat engine sputters to life once more as Julia is restrained. Michael bites her lip, thinking for a moment before running to the end of the dock.

“Julia!” she yells as the boat takes off. “Thank you for apologizing!”

The boat disappears, though the sounds of Julia struggling and screaming continue, leaving McLovin and Michael behind. “SHE BIT ME!” one of the interns shouts from afar. 

Chris smiles at the two remaining campers. “I’ll see you two at the finale,” he says before walking off merrily, whistling a joyful tune. 

---

“That was brutal,” Michael murmurs, the two sitting at the campfire (though there’s no ceremony tonight).

“Yeah,” McLovin nods in agreement, warming his hands by the fire they managed to start some time prior. “Did you mean what you said back there, about not forgiving people?”

“I didn’t say I don’t forgive people,” she stares at him. “I just said it’s hard.”

“Huh… do you think you could ever forgive me?”

She scoffs. “You first,”

“I already forgave you a long time ago,”

Michael stops and looks back at him, eyebrow raised. “Really? Um… huh. I.... guess I’ll think about it,” she says, standing and walking back to the cabins.

[curatoroffiction]

Jamil And You Are At Odds Part 2

Chapter 1 of this can be found here! ----- The Savanaclaw student was too excited for the contest to be contained for the remainder of the meeting. Once he got his list, he tore off to collect wishes, leaving you and Jamil to work out the rest of the planning. Jamil relays all the goals to you, and you showcase how much you've already planned out and done prior to the meeting so the only real issues that need addressing is the collection of the wishes. "And hopefully, even if we lose the competition, that guy will have collected enough that I'll be able to collect the rest myself with little issue." You explain and shrug, telling Jamil your thought process behind why you did what you did. "Have I made myself seem irresponsible?" Jamil scowls at you at the idea that you wouldn't rely on him. Without skipping a beat as you start packing up to leave, you decide to give him a piece of your mind. "I think you're kind of a bitch. Besides, I know you're busy with Scarabia, and if I let you take any charge on this, you'd play the martyr about how your responsibilities are SO intense, and how the rest of us are doing SO LITTLE- I just wanted to give you zero excuses to complain. I just wanna get this over with and done so I can go back to my own issues." Your bluntness and attitude surprises and irks Jamil. He doesn't like how you see him, but what really stands out is that you're so definitive about him. You act like you've figured him all out. And you're entirely wrong about it. Which wouldn't bug him usually, so why does it bug him so much? As you hand the copy of his list of students to him, it hits him; He doesn't know you well enough. You've seen more out of him than most people, and you hate him. He rarely lets his façade slip, and you've dug your way under his skin more times than he can count. You know so much about him, and yet he knows so little about you. The person he expected you to be wouldn't have done all this work, and definitely not to the degree you did it to. The side of you he's seeing right now is incredibly.. Different than he anticipated. Why does *that* bother him so much? --- The next three days are an all-out battle between you three Starsenders as you collect wishes. There's approximately 800 students going to Night Raven College, which means you have to collect approximately 800 wishes as a group. You three finally get together to compare your numbers at the end of the three days. You worked your ass off and collected 89 wishes. Jamil, with all his resources, collected 166 wishes. The Savanaclaw student collected 348 wishes. You and Jamil stare at him in pure shock. Jamil demands to go over his work to ensure he wasn't cheating, and the Savanaclaw student smugly leans back with his arms crossed and lets you two check out his collected wishes and his list. After about an hour of checking his work... It came up perfectly above-the-board. "How...?" You just look at him exasperatedly. He begins giggling and he jumps up from his sitting place. He points at you. "All I had to do was tell the other Savanaclaw students that I was in a competition against YOU, and everyone wanted a piece of the action! I had most of the dorm working to make sure I beat you!" You're stunned. They really do hold grudges over there at Savanaclaw. Jamil stares hard at the paper. You two are going to have to work together for the dance. Is that even going to be possible? "You two best get practicing, because if you make my drumming look shitty with your dancing, I'm gonna be annoyed!" The Savanaclaw student grins and takes his bounty - The drumming equipment and music sheet. "I gotta practice drumming away from you guys so you can use the dance music to practice. We'll meet up when I've got this beat DOWN!" He laughs and leaves. --- You and Jamil scowl at each other. Neither of you wants to be here. You sigh and stand up, clicking the music to start playing on the music player. You hold a hand out to Jamil. "I figured I was going to have to be a dancer, so I already started learning. C'mon, I'll teach you." Jamil looks at your hand and scowls. "I've already been learning as well. I'm probably well ahead of you." "Yeah, I bet. We have to start somewhere. Let's get this over with." He takes your hand and you two begin to dance to the music. --- At first, you two have to dance together, and then you have to separate to do individual dancing. Neither of you wants to dance hand-in-hand, but you both take the job seriously. Which is why.. You're a bit rough with Jamil. And Jamil's a little too fluid for you. When you pull away for the first time, you both immediately begin griping at the other for where the other is fucking up the dance. It turns into an all-out fight where you two end up using some very cutting language to tear the other down, resulting in you both staring each other down in anger from across the dance area. You're practicing under the tree because it's the most effective use of your practice time to practice in the area you'll be dancing in. Jamil scoffs as he turns to start packing up his stuff. "I shouldn't have even tried this. I'm already exhausted." You scowl, leaning against the tree, arms crossed. "Oh yeah, it's MY fault we can't work together." "OF COURSE it is! I can work with anyone! Even people I HATE!" Jamil spins on his heel, starting up the fight again. "But I can't do SHIT with someone who doesn't WANT to learn!" "I don't want to learn, because you're not learning anything yourself! You're so self-obsessed that you think you're the only one who is putting effort in, that whenever I tell you I need you to put in more effort, you act like I'm telling you to do MY job!" "That IS your job! You keep telling me that I'm moving TOO fluidly! You're telling me that I need to dampen my skills to match YOURS! It's YOUR job to get BETTER!" "I can't improve and become more fluid WITH A PARTNER WHO ISN'T MOVING WITH ME! Teamwork is a joint effort! And if someone's falling behind, you work WITH them from where they're AT!" The scowl on Jamil's face as he glares at you makes you feel like you're being unreasonable. You hate that feeling. He's so good at making you feel like you're overreacting. "Fuck you." You hiss, getting up and off of the tree. "Let's go again." "What?" "You heard me. Pissing around fighting isn't going to get us better at this, and I'm not about to let Ortho down." "..." Jamil's anger drips away as he sees you taking the initiative. He started packing up to leave because he figured the fighting meant you wouldn't try anymore. Once again, he was wrong about you. He sees you heading for the music player again and he sets his stuff down, readying to dance with you again. "Don't get fancy with it until we get a groove." "Don't push me around." You two continue to practice the dance. --- The first week of dance practices you two have are intense. Repeated fighting. Griping with each other. And yet, through it all, you both keep trying. Neither of you giving up or giving in, as much as you can't stand each other. And over time, through that fighting, you two begin to build a respect for each other. It's about the sixth practice in when Jamil starts to learn more about you. --- You groan as you look at your phone, approaching the practice area. Jamil's already there, and he looks up to see you. "There a problem, ___?" "I'm hoping not." "..." "Give me a minute, and I'll be ready to dance." He nods, watching you turn away. You appear to be calling someone. "Heyyyy - I have a weird request. Crowley's food budget for me and Grim isn't going through, and we need something for food tonight- God, okay, thank you. Perfect. I'll stop by the dorm to pick it up on my way home from practice tonight. Yeah, I still have to do that. Yeah, it's a pain. Please keep an eye out for Grim for me." You hang up and turn towards Jamil. "Okay, let's go." "What was that about a food budget..?" That's not a standard arrangement for a dorm, and he knows it. "Dorm stuff." "Yeah, shouldn't that be cared for by the school..?" "Not in our case, apparently." "..." He wants to pry, but you start the music. You two practice the dance, and you're both a lot quieter this time. Neither of you really fight when things go wrong. --- The next day at practice, Jamil has a cloth bag. He motions to it. "We ended up making extra food for some feast Kalim wanted to throw last minute. He said he was bringing 25 people over, but only 22 of them arrived. Figuring you're apparently starving, I brought it for you." You pause and stare at the bag. It's pretty big. Big enough that it's likely got enough food for dinner AND breakfast in it. You're not much in a position to turn it down, so you just quietly thank him for it. "... Don't think much of it. Food should go to people who need it, and we had extras. It only makes sense." What would have felt condescending and tired comes across as gentle kindness in this brief glimpse at Jamil's heart. He doesn't like to see people struggle for food. --- Jamil giving you food has become a regular occurrence with practice. You're not so proud as to turn it down, and Grim's never been happier and fuller. Besides, Jamil seems to really like hearing praise for his food. At first you just mention how Grim liked features of his food, but he began asking your thoughts. "Well.. ahh.. That last set of dishes you gave us, there was this.. It had a fried bread component that was really good when I warmed it up again in the oven at Ramshackle. That was kinda good." "You like the fried bread?" "I liked the crunch to the dish. The bits of fried meats going in the soup gave a textural difference that I really liked. It added crunch without making the soup crunchy." "Hmm. I see." Your dancing is improving. --- You find more foods that fit the descriptions of things you like in Jamil's food gifts, and he never makes you feel weird about it. When you ask what he's getting out of giving you food, he always has a new, equally as good answer; 'You need to be in good shape for our dance. It only makes sense.' 'People shouldn't go hungry. It only makes sense.' 'We had too much, and giving it to you saves me the trip of taking it into the city. It only makes sense.' And soon, it just makes sense to you. By the time the Savanaclaw student rejoins you two for practice, you've gotten the dance down pretty well. Your group takes time to adjust to working together, but once you two get to understand the Savanaclaw student's flourish on the beat, you two begin to make the tempo your own again. Jamil's a fluid dance partner, and he's good at helping you figure out maneuvers you're struggling with. You're sturdy, and when the dance requires a little more muscle, you're the one who can make it work. Together, you make the routine work. --- By the time the Starsending festival comes around, you and Jamil have gotten to a point of a fairly... Playful rivalry. Jamil doesn't have to hold back for you, and you can match him at his energy level in the dance. You both bring your own spice to the movements, and you've thoroughly melded your own styles into a uniform one. When you two do your dance, the entire school looks on in awe, which causes the Savanaclaw student to get a little jealous that he seems to be taking a backseat to you two. Mid-dance, he changes up the tempo a little, and you two have to adjust on the fly to keep pace - Surprising each other with your abilities to adapt on the fly. No one could tell that the tempo shift had been unplanned and unpracticed, and when students began cheering for the drummer, he was satiated with how 'cool' he'd been able to be. The event closes with Ortho taking all of the wishes up into the edge of the atmosphere once again, letting the glimmer rain down across the skies. You and Jamil come to a close on the dance, and you both move to collapse on the floor. Jamil is dousing himself with water from his waterbottle as you drink from yours, and you both look up to the sky. It's like you just finished basketball practice with how exhausted you both are. It's finally over, and you two have gotten free of your obligations. --- The school raves about your Starsending for months. You three and Ortho are all the talk of the school. It's hard to ignore the pride you feel with a job well done, and the pride of getting to see the other three so excited about their work. --- Even though you went into the dance at odds, you and Jamil have become a lot closer. Over time, your rivalry builds into a good friendship. One where you expect the best out of each other, but slow down to help the other when they're struggling.