#edit: i was supposed to stop there but I continued playing for like 1 hour? i should've been drawing hours ago 🤡

[zeeckz]

I reached the part where you play as Raiden and, just as I thought it would, my brain is now infected with Raiden thoughts

Kazuhira Enjoyer who? This is Raiden's palace

[fillinforlater]

Highkey

Choi Yujin x Shen Xiaoting

Length: 1042 words

Tags: lesbian sex, lesbian relationship, idol x idol, lovers with high sex drives, teasing, kissing, body worship, tits play, clit play, bodies rubbing each other, lesbian missionary?, quickie

TW: barely edited quickie

Inspiration: this comment by our dear @nsfwmaemi

(A/N: Squeezed this out in like 1 hour. It had to be done, those two just fit together. Also: WTF is this GIF, why is it so hot? And 10 hours long???)

"Yujinie~"

Xiaoting's whisper falls on deaf ears—at least that's what she is supposed to believe. It's not like Yujin doesn't like the approaches and needy whines by the chinese girl in her bed. The two have been fucking almost every night for months. A single touch by the other and the two get into heat.

Tonight, Yujin decided to tease her lover. Xiaoting moans softly from behind, but Yujin continues to 'sleep', clinging to her blanket, her wetness and softness increasing rapidly. She doesn't even budge when she hears Xiaoting clearly undressing and throwing away pants and panties (why the hell is she still wearing those anyways? Not like they aren't ruined at the end of every damn night).

Yujin smiles and snores, Xiaoting would have to bring out bigger guns. Her appeals by the usual means are worthless tonight, so she opts for a more bold, radical idea, one that Yujin cannot resist—one that she has actually wanted to provoke all along.

"Yujinie~ your cute little~ butt~"

A hand in the back of Yujin's pajama pants gropes one of her soft buttocks, finds a lack of panties and earns a soft moan. Xiaoting smiles brightly when her fuck buddy turns to her, horniness in her eyes.

"Don't let go of my butt, Tingie~" Yujin whispers and gets rid of her pants. "I need you."

"I need you too~ please, make me cum."

Yujin opens the buttons of Xiaoting's pajama shirt and immediately goes down on it. Her tongue licks all over the small breasts, while her hands can't help but admire the perfect midriff. Just as Xiaoting wants to stimulate Yujin as well, she gets interrupted.

"Both hands on my ass, Tingie. That's where I like them the most."

"B-but how will you cum?"

"Aww, my sweet Tingie~ Trust me, we will both feel good."

With that said, Yujin is determined to make Xiaoting shut up—at least in one way. Continuing to caress both mounds of the Chinese girl, Yujin places a trail of kisses upwards and in the valley between them. One day, Yujin will do this while wearing lipstick to show the exact path of where she has stimulated her girlfriend, but this is for another time. Today, she finishes at the corner of Xiaoting’s pits. She whimpers, her legs flail about, all to persuade Yujin to not—yes—no—right now—push up her arms and eat out her pit. 

“You smell so good,” Yujin coos and lays herself flat on Xiaoting, only supported by weak knees and elbows. “Stretch out your arms, I want to taste you.”

“B-but it tickles,” Xiaoting rebuts, but not for long. The wet touch of Yujin’s pussy rubbing on her clit throws her in a frenzy of pleasure. Xiaoting’s thighs go tense, she holds onto Yujin’s butt for dear life. This is her only chance, fondle Yujin’s behind, pat and caress it so she will forget about her pits. 

“I-I want to hold onto your butt, babe~” Xiaoting moans. “I c-can’t move them then.”

“Sounds like a fair compromise,” Yujin chuckles and kisses along Xiaoting’s sharp jaw, the edge covered in drool, a slipper cliff that Yujin licks down and crawls back up with kisses. “You always touch it, even in public. Someday, someone might get suspicious.”

“I don’t care. I just want to feel it, I just want to feel you, babe.”

“Stop using that word! It makes me weak, Tingie.”

“Y-you make me we—ahh!”

Yujin has had it with Xiaoting’s witty and quick answers. A hand downlow, without resistance it pushes two fingers inside and rubs over Xiaoting’s sensitive pink walls. Xiaoting puckers her lips, whines escaping as Yujin grinds her slit on Xiaoting’s nub again, this time as not a singular tease but to ensure an orgasm. 

In an attempt to fake strength over her Unnie, Xiaoting spreads Yujin’s asscheeks, gets the tip of her colored nails awfully close to Yujin’s ring, while locking eyes. The last one backfires instantly in a spectacle: Yujin’s face jumps to above Xiaoting’s and her lips crash down on those delicious strawberry lips. At the same time, she grinds harder on her, trying to squeeze a heavy orgasm out of the amazing body of her lover. 

“—jinie! I-I…”

“Tingie, you’re so hot! Always touch my ass, smack it if you want. I can’t breathe without your touch!”

Xiaoting does as told, though her mind is dazed and she misses the mark, her palm ending almost on Yujin’s back. Nonetheless, Xiaoting feels the older girl squirm, her moans loud and deep, sweat even dripping from her face. It’s like parts of Yujin just fall off and melt into her skin to deepen the burning tension and loving desire to be one forever.

Then their boobs rub together. Not uncommon, but every time the nipples atop the small, soft pillows brush, Xiaoting knows that the two are linked, meant for each other and that their orgasm will hit them simultaneously. In a final effort, Xiaoting smacks Yujin’s ass, as Yujin pussy lands a final blow. The two scream into the kiss, they can’t wake up the entire neighborhood after all this. 

Yujin feels herself releasing pent up needs all over Xiaoting’s lower body, abs, thighs, pussy, now drenched in her own juice. Xiaoting meanwhile can only feel Yujin’s tongue drooling into her, drool and drool, a mixture running out of her mouth and trailing down her cheeks. She could use the cooling on her tits, which have never felt this hot and stimulated—must have been Yujin’s heart, beating only centimeters away. 

“You’re so hot, I love you so much, fuck,” Yujin breaths out and starts to sit upright on Xiaoting’s midriff. 

“You too, Unnie, b-but can you please get off me.”

“So you’re telling me I’m fat?” Yujin shoots back with faked outrage, something the foreign girl sometimes struggles to pick up.

“No, of course not! You’re beautiful, fit and—”

“At least say my ass is big,” Yujin laughs and climbs off her lover, who still holds on to both cheeks firmly. They’ll both fall asleep naked soon.

“It-it is the…

“It’s the perfect size, babe, fits right into my hands.”

Yujin blushes and hides her face behind a blanket—Xiaoting’s hands still remain right where they both want them.

[silvernyxchariot]

Look what I found. Some Obey Me! drabbles in my documents, legit drabbles that are supposed to be 100 words long. No more no less. Edited, of course, to match GN!Reader. Instead of "Y/N" I used [ ].

Obey Me! Seven Brothers x GN!Reader

1) Lucifer

The cursed record played softly and filled the silence between Lucifer and [ ]. The eldest brother was hidden behind stacks of paperwork while the human exchange student pushed their earbuds in and continued to type on their laptop. Each of them looked stoic as ever. Lucifer didn't realize he was dozing off. Suddenly, [ ] snapped their laptop shut and began to leave, "It's time to start cooking dinner." Lucifer checked the clocks with an exasperated look. "It's fine. I'll cook again tonight," they stated without looking back. The Avatar of Pride sighed in relief as he watched his companion leave.

2) Mammon

The casino machines blared in [ ]'s ears. To distract themselves, they plugged themselves into their D.D.D. with earbuds to play games. They shared a seat with and leaned onto Mammon. The Avatar of Greed was at the dealer's table cheering for his next win. With each game, Mammon collected several Grimm, enough to afford fifteen dates at Ristorante Six. Some hours later, [ ] quit their game and squeezed Mammon's arm for attention. Mammon pouted while glancing at his mountainous pile of chips. He was looking forward to winning more but trusted [ ] to stop him from continuing his gambling high.

3) Leviathan

Leviathan peaked over the side of the kitchen counter and gave [ ] puppy dog eyes. They were busy kneading meats and spices. "I'm not making rainbow pizza," they stated in between grunts. The immense weight of the meat made them think Beelzebub should have helped out, but that was probably a bad idea. As for Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy had finally decided to exit his room from a week-long gaming and anime viewing marathon. He craved a more substantial meal than the snack and preserved foods he had stored in his room and begged [ ] to help him out.

4) Satan

"He likes the sparkly puff ball toys." [ ] had brought Satan to their parents' home to take care of the animals. The various dogs had all gathered around to sniff the Avatar of Wrath who was laughing at how ticklish their noses were against his skin. He had been too distracted to notice [ ] had left the room to retrieve their ten-month-old kitten. The rambunctious little feline leaped and balanced on the dogs' backs to get to this new person. Satan froze but gasped loudly as he held his arms open for the kitten who rubbed his scent onto Satan.

5) Asmodeus

“I don’t know what this is,” [ ] held up a sample skincare product that was rising in popularity in the human world, "but I got a free sample at the rich people mall, where I live." Sidestepping the part about where they received the sample, Asmodeus was excited to receive a gift from his usual nonpartial human. They handed him the sample which he gladly took and started examining it. At first, the Avatar of Lust looked enthusiastic but then let out a disappointed huff.

"Oh, honey." Asmodeus sighed, "These ingredients are way more harmful than helpful to anyone's skin."

6) Beelzebub

The Avatar of Gluttony dribbled the basketball and continuously made perfect shots. He perspired as he exercised while [ ] sat in the cool shade of a willow tree. They had been left alone at Serenity Manor, oddly enough. "I've never really been to London* until recently," they shouted out to Beel who gave them a sweet smile. The 6th born tucked the ball under his arm and walked towards them. He had been pointing to a pile of his belongings which had consisted of a bottle of water and a towel. They handed both items to which he thanked them.

7) Belphegor

"What do you want to do?"

"Nothing in particular," [ ] said while joining a raid in a game with Leviathan on their D.D.D. The Avatar of Sloth sighed. The two had been staying in the attic all day. Neither had the motivation to exert energy if they had any at all.

"Let's order stuff from Akuzon." [ ] turned to him with a shrug of agreement and Belphegor pulled out his D.D.D. They scrolled through the various items, added them to their cart, and Belphegor groaned as he got up. "I'm gonna steal Lucifer's credit card," unlike Mammon, Belphegor was successful.

*I just assume the game is set in London for the human world. It’s been over a year since I played, so if it has been stated otherwise... oh well. 🤷‍♂️

[abbacchiosbelt]

Oh Love, Pull Me Closer | 2023 Rewrite - Chapter 1: Window to The Soul

THIS IS NOT A NEW FIC. Please read this post on AO3 for more information!

Notes: TL;DR from the link above ^ - I am making a return to my multi-chaptered Yandere!Toshinori Yagi/All Might fic in 2023. Before I begin posting new content, though, I am going to be rewriting and updating previously posted chapters. The story itself won’t be changing, but I will be editing every chapter. I will also be going back to make the reader insert gender and appearance neutral. I’ve learned a lot of important information about those topics since 2019, and I want to make the fic more accessible! If you’ve read this before, I urge you to read my rewrite of Chapter 1 and subsequent updated chapters when I release them.

CW: Yandere behavior (this story will be getting darker with each chapter), nonconsensual use of someone’s photos, self-hate, unhealthy behavior.

WC: 4.9k

It had been a long time since Toshinori had taken any time for himself. During his prime, personal time was a long-forgotten concept. He was slowing down, though. His muscle form was down to 1 hour, which was almost exclusively tied to teaching at U.A. When he had no duties, he often found himself aimlessly wandering the city.

Toshinori felt lonely during those times – yet he couldn’t bring himself to sit alone in his nearly empty and far lonelier apartment. He had never decorated it, hoping one day to live in a home; and to have a family. He was nearly invisible as Toshinori Yagi. People avoided looking at him, scared that whatever sickness he had would infect them. He avoided looking at them too. Still, his walks gave him time to think, or to avoid thinking, depending on how his day went.

Today was particularly bad. His scar was acting up more than usual, and his lesson plan had gone awry. ‘Stupid.’ He chided himself often, justifying it as self-discipline.

He tried to clear his head as he walked down the sidewalk in one of the quieter parts of the city, stopping to window shop at some of the local businesses. One business he looked at sold bright green plants, while another seemed to be showcasing art for sale. He had even seen a store for vintage items, which piqued his interest.

‘Not today.’ He reluctantly pulled himself away from the vintage shop, taking a few steps to the next one. He peeked in the window, surprised to see what appeared to be a coffee shop rather than a business. It had been a while since he had visited this part of the city, he supposed. He considered going in. He looked again, noticing it was mostly empty save for the barista and a young adult on their computer.

The stranger lifts their head up and stretches, shaking their head gently from side to side. He felt flustered. They were cute, so cute that it made his heart skip a beat. He continues to watch as they turn to the barista, their lips curling into a smile before opening to laugh. ‘Stop looking.’ He swallows, his throat feeling tight. He peels his eyes away and fishes his phone out of his pocket.

‘I’ll look up reviews first. If they’re bad, I won’t go in.’ It was an easy enough justification. Surely the cute stranger wouldn’t even talk to him, let alone look at him if he went in. So, he’d find an excuse to leave, to go to the usual corporate coffee shop on his way home.

He looked up at the building in search of a name. A colorful and well-worn sign hung above him, reading “A Coffee or Two”. He typed the name into his phone and hit search, his phone screen quickly filling with positive reviews. There were even several glowing reviews focusing on their tea selection. Oh, he could never refuse a good cup of tea.

‘I’ll just stop in. I won’t sit.’

He resigned himself to his fate, walking a few more steps to open the door to the shop. The door jingles quietly as he opens it. The inside was like the sign – colorful and rustic. Some sort of gentle piano song was playing over the speakers. Plants and various knickknacks decorated the shelves, and a large record player in the corner catches his eye. It reminds him of the one that his family had owned. The warm and familiar atmosphere of the shop helped ease his nerves.

A loud and cheerful voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Hi there! Is this your first time?” He looks up, the barista looking hopefully at him. He nods, and they beckon for him to come over. He swallows, taking a quick glance at the stranger sitting at the table again, noticing they have headphones in. They must not have noticed him enter, which made him relieved yet slightly disappointed despite his gloomy outlook. Yagi takes a few steps over, noticing that the entire wall behind the counter was chalk, filled with various things to order written across it. It was a little overwhelming.

“I know we’ve got a lot to choose from,” the barista says, pointing at the sign. “But I can help you pick if you’d like.”

He nods at them, eyes averted. He notices they had tried to make eye contact before he shied away. ‘Probably just customer service.’

“Are you a coffee or tea drinker?” The barista asks.

“Tea.” Yagi replies, clearing his throat. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he had left U.A. that day.

“Ah, a tea fan! You can find those to the left of our menu,” the barista pauses for a moment, waiting for him to look up. “We also have a special ‘Hero of the Week’ tea. This week, we’re celebrating Kamui Woods!”

He considers a moment before replying. Removing the burden of decision would feel nice. “I’ll take that one.”

“Great!” The barista replies. “I’ll get that for you right away. Just take a seat anywhere and I’ll bring it to you.”

“The uh – what will be the cost today?” His voice was still a little strained. The coffee shop he normally went to wasn’t nearly as friendly as this one - it was in and out, as the store was often so busy that baristas barely had time to shout out customer names before they had to resume making the next order.

“I’ll tell you what, it’ll be on the house today,” the barista says, grinning. “You’re our first customer to try the Kamui Woods tea blend rather than the coffee.”

‘Well. Maybe I’ll just sit for a minute.’

Yagi felt strange about the barista’s kindness. Did he really deserve it? He nods his head at the barista before sitting down at a table close to the stranger. He didn’t want to be the creepy old guy that sat next to the only other person in the coffee shop.

But...

He couldn’t help but position himself in a way that he could see the stranger, their face still buried in the laptop that was in front of them. He lets his stare linger for too long, watching as their eyes flick across the computer’s screen. He feels stupid for being so drawn to them. He didn’t know a single thing about them. He scarcely indulged himself in these thoughts – the thought that he might make a friend as Toshinori instead of All Might, and the thought that he might find a relationship.

“Here’s your tea!”

Toshinori jumps at the barista’s voice, his thoughts interrupted.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the barista says, shooting him an apologetic smile. “Please enjoy!”

He smiles back, small but sincere. He brings the cup to his nose, inhaling the earthy scent. He wondered what the stranger smelled like, immediately grimacing to himself.

‘That... it's too creepy. But... Maybe a floral scent? N-no, don’t think about that.’

Toshinori shook his head, trying to clear the unwanted thought. He didn't mean for it to sound creepy, but there was no other way to describe how the thought made him feel.

His head snaps up when he hears an unfamiliar voice.

“Haruuu, I’m stuck.” He looks at the stranger, noticing that their headphones had been discarded. He catches the inflection in how they pronounce the name ‘Haru’, and wonders if they aren’t a native speaker.

“Hey. No whining when there are customers in here!” The barista scolds, giving them a pat on the head as they walk past.

They look over at him, a sheepish expression on their face.

He looks back, his cheeks heating up. ‘Shit.’

They stood up and walked over to his table (oh god are they actually coming over here), a sheepish smile on their face.

“I am so sorry you had to hear that,” they say, putting their hand behind their head. “I’m just uh… a little stressed. Usually, at this time of the day, it’s just me and Haru.”

‘Their voice is so cute.’

“It’s no problem.” His voice cracks. ‘Calm down. They're just being nice.’ He pauses for a moment. His urge to solve problems - to help others out with anything they needed - was something that he always carried with him. This shouldn’t be any different, he figures. Just a quick talk. “What’s wrong?”

They seem to perk up a little at his comment. Toshinori feels pleased. “I’m a grad student. I’m working on my thesis, but I’ve got a bad case of writer’s block.”

His heart was racing. Should he continue? Would they want to keep talking to him?

“That sounds interesting. If you don’t mind me asking… what’s it about?” He asks, genuinely curious - still, he can’t believe that he’s having an actual conversation with them.

They smile at his question, and Toshinori feels warmth blooming in his chest.

“Well, if you really want, I can tell you about it,” they say. Their eyes looked kind, he thought. “But I don’t want to bore you to death.”

“Oh, you won’t!” He replies, a little too fast. Their smile doesn’t falter, though.

“Um, if this isn’t too weird, you could come join me at my table?” They motion toward their laptop. He should say no, or he should suddenly come up with a reason to leave — but he doesn’t. Instead, he nods at them.

Toshinori follows them back to their table, tea clutched nervously between his large hands. His heart is beating so loud in his chest that he’s worried they’ll be able to hear it.

‘They're just being nice. A beautiful person like them doesn’t want you.’

Toshinori takes a seat across from them, not wanting to push their boundaries. No one usually wanted to be close to him like this anyways, his bony limbs and dark eyes often scaring people off. He watches curiously as they reach down and pull a large backpack up onto the table, shoving their pair of headphones inside before setting it back on the ground. He felt excited, the potential of this stranger overwhelming him. What would they talk about? Did they like American movies? What was their name?

‘You won’t see them again. Don’t get attached.’

“Okay,” they start, clapping their hands together. “So, um, how much do you follow heroes in the media?”

‘I wonder if they're a fan.’

He chews on the inside of his lip. He could say so much - he wants to say so much. But since they were strangers to each other, he reminds himself to hold back. “Hm, some. It’s important to stay informed.”

“Oh, perfect! I’m actually writing my thesis over the media and how they portray heroes.” Toshinori watches how animated they are as they speak, trying to draw himself away from looking at their lips - they looked soft. Inviting. ‘They would never kiss you. Look at yourself.’ He nods at them as they continue speaking, and watches with mirth as their smile grows wider. It had been a long time since a stranger had smiled at him like that.

“Well, actually, it’s a lot more than that. I’m going to be looking at a specific hero. Although he’s a bit secretive with his personal life, so it’s hard to get a feel on how the media has affected him through his career.” They peer down at their laptop, quickly typing something in. He swallows.

“Oh? Who’s that?” He watches as they look back up, eyes meeting his again.

“All Might!” They reply, their tone one of reverence.

Oh. Oh. He coughs, averting their gaze. ‘Oh my. They are a fan.’ He quickly forms a reply. “That’s true. He’s quite private.”

“Right? Well, I can’t say I blame him,” they look back up at Toshinori, eyebrows knitted in concern. He felt like he could burst with excitement. “He’s... incredible. I just wonder if the media ever gets under his skin.”

“Why All Might?” He asked. He didn’t want to hear about himself – not really. He was just curious about them.

“Well. There are a lot of reasons,” they reply, their expression suddenly sheepish. He wants to put his hand on their shoulder and tell them that it’s okay, that he could listen to them talk all day… ‘Stop thinking about that.’

“All Might… he’s been an inspiration to me for a long time. I love how passionate he is. He doesn’t make anyone feel like they’re not important.” They pause for a moment. “As someone that’s quirkless, it means the world.” They avert their gaze, almost certainly embarrassed about revealing their quirkless status to a stranger.

Toshinori felt like a liar for letting them talk about All Might like this. They were revealing such personal things to him - and yet, he wanted to hear more. Something about them captivated him.

“Even though it’s been a little hard, I don’t regret picking the topic,” they say, looking back down at their laptop. “I could never get enough of All Might.”

Toshinori coughs at their words, blood splattering out onto his hand. He felt mortified as he pulled a tissue out, trying to discreetly wipe the blood away.

“O-oh no! Are you okay?” They stand up and hurry over to his side of the table. “Do you need me to get you anything? Water? Haru!”

‘Dammit.’ They were so close - close enough that he could smell the gentle perfume they were wearing. He wanted to melt into the floor.

“N-no, it’s quite fine.” He groans, trying to keep the blood hidden. They don’t look convinced. They were probably disgusted, he thought - they were just being nice. Haru - ‘the barista’s name’ he reminds himself - hurries over with a handful of towels. Toshinori looks between the two of them and sighs, taking the towels.

“If you’re sure.” They reply, looking him up and down as if he was hiding another injury somewhere. He glances at their expression and sees no sign of disgust evident. Were they just hiding it? Haru returns to the back of the store, leaving the two of them alone again. He gets up to throw his mess away, shame coursing through his veins. He sits back down, unable to look at them.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He felt awful. Toshinori knew he shouldn’t have walked in the coffee shop in the first place - he was just a burden.

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” they reply, gently. Silence passes between them for a moment before he wills himself to look up at them. Instead of the grimace he’d come to expect from strangers, they’re smiling. He notes that they smile quite often. ‘They must be like that for everyone’, he thinks.

‘You’re not special.’

He clears his throat. “About your project... It does sound interesting.” He hesitates before he gets the courage to speak again. “I think I would like to read it when you’re finished, if that’s okay.”

Their smile grows even wider - maybe he wasn’t a liar. Just a friendly stranger who wanted to help. ‘You’re lying to yourself.’

“Oh wow, really?” They practically shout, excitement obvious in their tone. “Thank you! I wish I had more to show you now, but I’ve got to do some more digging on All Might.” They wave their hands apologetically before continuing. “Lemme get your contact info so we can stay in touch.”

Toshinori wants to tell them something, anything - about All Might. About himself. But that was an impossibility. 

He simply hums thoughtfully in response and nods. Before they can respond, a quiet jingle interrupts them.

They pull out their phone, and Toshinori’s throat tightens - there’s an All Might keychain dangling from the headphone jack. He feels frozen as he watches their eyes scan the screen before their fingers start tapping against it. He almost wants to run, his nerves eating away at the happiness he was feeling. He could imagine the revulsion they would feel, watching All Might transform into this. A skeletal old man who couldn’t go an hour without coughing up blood. Why was he still here? He regretted saying he wanted to read their paper. Maybe he should just leave, or give them false contact information.

He opens his mouth, preparing to make an excuse to leave before they interrupt him.

“Sorry about that, I actually have to run.” They say, shutting their laptop. He feels his heart drop. He wanted to leave first, to unburden the stranger of any pleasantries they feel like they have to perform out of politeness. They give him another smile, and he feels his resolve to leave fade away. He waves his hands, a signal it was no big deal. Maybe he could enjoy the feeling – if only for a moment.

They start talking again as they pack their backpack, and this time Toshinori notices the University emblem stitched onto the front - Golden Hero University. It was a popular school for exchange students, along with quirkless students. He turns his attention back to them, trying to ignore the fact that their university was close to his residence. “I really enjoyed our conversation. Sorry I talked so much! I just… well, I don’t have many friends here yet, minus Haru.”

“It’s fine. I enjoyed it as well.” Toshinori replies. They were lonely too – in a different way from him, but still lonely. He knew how it felt all too well. He stands up to leave, his heart pounding. He would be bad for this stranger.

‘Leave. You only bring sadness.’

“Wait!” They squeak, quickly walking over to his side. They hold out a small, egg-white card to him. “Um, if you want to read the paper, you can find me on these sites. Well, when it’s done. It’ll be a while. Plus, I’m always in here.” They pause, realizing they’d been talking at a rapid pace. “Er. If you liked the tea.”

They laugh at their own rambling, and Toshinori’s chest was tight. Why did they have to be so charming? He takes the card, giving it a quick read. Their name was… interesting. It fits them well.

“Sure.” He replies, a smile tugging at his lips. They were so enthusiastic. But still. ‘It’s too dangerous.’ He wasn’t oblivious to the obsessive feelings that were already building up in his mind. For their sake, he needed to stay away.

A moment of silence passes between the two before they stick their hand out. “It was really nice to meet you,” they start, eyes suddenly going wide. “Oh! I never got your name.”

Shit.

He thinks for a moment, panicking – he had to use a fake name. There was no other way. Should he pick an American movie star? Something obscure? A student’s name? ‘Shit shit shit just think—’

Toshinori puts his hand in theirs as he thinks, but the euphoria of how pleasant their hand feels against his is almost too distracting. He wonders what their skin would feel like under his.

‘Disgusting. You’re shameful.’

“It’s… S-shima,” he blurts out, nearly stumbling on the fake name. He feels stupid – he had taken the name of his favorite cider, unable to think of anything else. They shake his hand, their grip strong. The combination of their strong grip and the way that his hand dwarfed theirs sent his mind racing with unsavory thoughts. It was almost too much to bear, and then—

“Well, it was great to meet you, Shima!” They release his hand, and he lets out an internal breath of relief. Still, Toshinori wishes he could have held on for just a second longer. 

They sling their backpack over their shoulder and call out a goodbye to Haru before heading towards the door, turning around to wave goodbye. “I hope I see you again!”

Toshinori wanted to see them again too, desperately. There was so much he wanted to know. He looks at the business card in his hand and carefully folds it before putting it in his pocket. 

Maybe this time - even if it was just one more time - he could indulge himself.

-

It had been several hours since Toshinori had arrived home. He had sat in front of his laptop, nervously folding and unfolding the business card they had given to him. He thought about throwing it away and forgetting it all, forgetting how their nose crinkled when they laughed and how soft their lips had looked—

'You should. Fool.’

He felt guilt, too. Guilt that he was looking at them with lecherous thoughts and thinking about such… intimate things with the first stranger to show him real kindness in a while. It was wrong.

‘How pathetic, getting this excited over a stranger.’

It just wasn’t about how they looked or the way they made him feel, though. Toshinori was intrigued by the way they spoke, and the genuine passion for their subject of study. The way they hadn’t looked at him in disgust. The way they hadn’t recoiled when they shook hands, his calloused and bony hand touching theirs. Maybe just once, he could look at the websites the card they gave to him provided... Just to find out more about them, nothing else.

Toshinori fishes the business card out of his pocket and unfolds it with shaky hands, turning the card over to look at their information. They had their full name printed across the top in an ornate font and a link to their website at the bottom of the card. He reaches to the side of his computer and puts on his reading glasses, having trouble making out the tiny font they had used.

Toshinori types in the name of the website and is greeted with a professional-looking website, their name printed in large font across the homepage. The website had splashes of color that correlated with GHU. He clicked around for a bit before he found the contact page. Their email was listed, as well as a Twitter link and an Instagram page. There was no harm in looking, right?

Toshinori clicked on the little blue bird first. Their name popped up, a cute cartoon rendering of themself as the profile picture. He saw that there were a lot of words – he didn’t have enough time to look through all of their posts now, despite how much he would like to. Twitter was a website he had used under All Might’s persona – though almost exclusively through a PR person. He knew how to read a page, though. He felt his heart in his throat when he read their first tweet.

“had a good day for the first time in a while. met a friendly stranger and talked his head off about my thesis!”

Was it… about him? He bit his lip and clicked back, his heart pounding in his chest. It was too much to look at right now. He navigated back to their website, deciding to look at their Instagram instead.

Well.

Their Instagram page was far more overwhelming than their Twitter.

Toshinori had never used Instagram before - the official All Might Instagram was run by someone at his agency. The layout was completely foreign to him, but it couldn’t be that hard to figure out. He tentatively clicks on the first photo, unsure of what would happen. He’s surprised as it opens to a bigger version of the photo, their image plastered across his whole computer screen.

It was a picture of them sitting on a bench, surrounded by flowers. He thought he recognized it as a local park near the area. Maybe their barista friend, Haru, had taken it. He thought their smile looked radiant in the photo. There were no words on the picture, just little icons. Sometimes Midoriya texted him those. He should learn to use them, maybe. He searches for a way to exit the photo, suddenly excited to look at more.

Toshinori clicks through their page, feeling himself smile as he saw each new photo. He saw several pictures they had taken of themself in various places around town. One photo with a cardboard cutout of All Might that they were hanging onto. His eyes widened when he saw the next picture – a photo of them on the beach wearing a swimsuit. He swallows, saliva thick in his throat. Should he…?

He clicks on it. 

The bathing suit wasn’t anything that would be out of place on a public beach, but seeing this much of them… It was almost too much.

Toshinori feels himself grow red as he stares at the photo, looking at their body, every bit of it pleasing to the eye. What would that body feel like pressed against his? He feels himself grow even hotter, cock suddenly straining against his pants.

'Don’t do this.’

But maybe… Just once. Another indulgence, just for today. It would be quick.

Toshinori palms himself through his pants, glancing at the picture again. What if he came back to the coffee shop as All Might? He would charm them easily, sweep them off their feet. He was All Might, after all.

'You can’t abuse your power.’

He grits his teeth. It was true. But no, this was just a fantasy - it would stay in his head. 

‘It’s okay if it’s just once.’

Toshinori thinks about how small their hand had been compared to his as he pulls his cock out of his pants, giving it a languid tug. He imagined it was them touching his cock. It was difficult for him to get hard in this form – he didn’t like to look at himself, let alone allow himself to feel pleasure. He felt too disgusting for it. But with them on his mind, maybe it would work.

Toshinori looks back at the photo, stroking himself slowly. They would go outside, and he would whisk them away, somewhere hidden. He’d feel their soft lips against his, their soft moans filling the air as he used his hands to explore their body. He’d remove their top and run his broad hands over their chest. He strokes his cock faster, imaging his lips on their nipples, sucking and licking. He thought about how loud they would moan, how they would sound calling out ‘All Might.’

He would press himself against their body, letting them feel how hard he was - they would no without a doubt how much he wanted them. How much All Might wanted them. Oh god, he wanted them. He thinks about what their lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, their mouth straining to fit the whole thing inside.

Toshinori groans as he increases his pace again. He looks at the picture, drawn to their lower body this time. He wanted to bury his head between their thighs, to work them over until their legs were shaking from pleasure - to feel their hands grip his hair and push his head into their center while they cried out his name.

Toshinori felt like he was close, his hand squeezing around his cock even harder, pumping desperately.

‘No one would want you like this.’

No, don’t think about that right now. He closes his eyes, hand still wrapped around his cock. He thinks about tasting them again, about sliding his thick fingers across their center.

‘Look at yourself now. Hideous.’

Please, not now. Just this once, he wanted release. His grip softens as he hopelessly pumps his cock, his member growing softer.

‘That’s right. You don’t deserve this.’

Toshinori releases himself, flaccid cock laying against his pants. He was right – this was a mistake. He couldn’t lie to them. He couldn’t just show up as All Might and abuse their trust just to get into their pants. Even if it was just a fantasy, he couldn’t do it.

It would be unjust, criminal - he would never do that to anyone. 

Besides, no one would want to touch him in this form - sallow complexion, body all skin and bones. Messy hair and dark, unnerving eyes. Toshinori Yagi – not All Might. 

‘Filth. That’s what you are.’

Toshinori slams his laptop shut, feeling disgusted with himself. He thinks of how horrified they would be if they knew what he really thought about them. He was filthy. Worthless. He tosses their business card into the trash, grunting in anger at himself. This would be better for them. 

Toshinori gets up and walks over to his couch, sinking down into it with a groan. He wanted to melt into the couch and forget all about them and what he had done. He had ruined everything.

And yet…

Toshinori still couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. They had been so kind, and so caring to a stranger like himself. He thought they might be a little naïve, to give out so much information about themselves to a total stranger. 

Toshinori bolts up, his mind processing his most recent thought.

What if he could protect them? Even as Toshinori, he could do that. They deserved to be protected - the world was so cruel, and it was the least he could do in return for his terrible thoughts.

‘Coward. You won’t go back.’

Toshinori balls his fists, tight. He wasn’t a coward. He was All Might, for fuck’s sake. He wouldn’t be a coward. His past self was afraid to reach out for fear of being broken, but no longer. 

Toshinori couldn’t be their personal hero as All Might – he had a duty to protect all citizens. His time was limited as All Might.

Toshinori Yagi, however, could make time.

[amiharana]

RiTO doing that Silence of Idol game and Revali actually falls asleep because he works himself too much

i'm gonna be honest i had no idea what this game was until i searched it up and watched (1) a string of tiktoks about treasure and up10tion doing the game and (2) the entire episode of lesserafim on the game KDJHFHKJDSJH but i got the gist. i've been so out of the kpop loop lately

(for anyone else who may be unfamiliar with 'silence of idol' and have 15 minutes to spare, lesserafim was very entertaining to watch on the show LOL but it's essentially like a challenge simulation of kpop idols being in their trainees days and having to practice or something late at night while attempting to not get caught by their manager/trainer)

RiTO doing this game would be so silly 😹 kass and MAYBE mimo would be the only ones who would have fun with it, bc teba, harth, and revali would be so serious about it. kass and mimo trying to convince their manager to get in on the fun with their takeout fried chicken vs. teba, harth, and revali all panicking and getting ready to accept their punishment for getting caught even though it's literally just a game 😭

i can totally imagine revali genuinely falling asleep during the game 🥺 the youngest of the group pushes himself to be the best idol out there, always saying that his training isn't enough, that he needs to be more accurate in his dance moves and hitting notes, and push himself past his own limits. teba is constantly chastising revali for late nights training because revali insists on waking up with the sun too, so he's always running of <4 hours of sleep (which actually is the reality of most kpop trainees & idols anyway, but let's pretend that the loz kpop au isn't as bad 🥹).

maybe before they're scheduled to film the silence of idol, revali pulled an all-nighter practicing for their next music show performance and thus is extremely sleep-deprived. during the segment of the game where they genuinely are supposed to fall asleep, it's only supposed to be a light sleep which most of the members achieve, easily woken up by the lights turning on and the sound of the door opening. but revali, the lightest sleep of them all, doesn't budge, doesn't even react at all.

"hey, revali, wake up," mimo says, gently shaking revali's shoulder in an attempt to rouse him. "it's time to start practice." nothing.

teba and harth come up on revali's other side, crouching beside him on the floor. "don't play games, kid, we're supposed to start practicing in a few minutes," harth says gruffly, poking revali in the forehead. the second youngest of the group is as serious about keeping up the act as he is about playing the game.

teba swats his hand away from revali's face. "don't do that," he says, before refocusing back onto their youngest. "revali, are you really sleeping?" still no response.

I'M . IMAGINING THIS SCENE THE WAY THEY WOULD SAY AND EDIT IT THE WAY ACTUAL KPOP IDOLS WOULD so in my head it's like a close-up of revali snoozing and curled up in the blankets and there's a caption that reads something like "RiTO maknae Revali is so peaceful when he sleeps~ 🌸" and "doing his job as the maknae flawlessly; he sleeps like a baby! 👶 [baby laughter sound that all the kpop idol editors use]". teba standing up to rub at the back of his head and chuckling awkwardly; "i guess revali really did fall asleep..."

they end up pausing filming as the members sit by their youngest, the managers talking with the film crew, as revali continues slumbering on. kass and mimo are taking pictures of revali and giggling to themselves about how cute and peaceful he looks fast asleep, meanwhile teba is worrying about how revali has been working too hard lately and is probably why he fell asleep and didn't wake easily as he usually would.

"should we cut down practice sessions?" teba says to harth.

the second youngest just shrugs. "he already practices extra in addition to our regular sessions. you're not gonna be able to stop him from practicing more unless you physically restrain him." teba sighs; harth is right.

the managers decide that they're just going to take revali back to the dorms to keep sleeping and have a check-up to make sure he's healthy and not overdoing it. the rest of RiTO can continue filming for the comeback promotions, and they're fine with it albeit worried for their youngest. that's when revali begins to stir, mumbling and shifting around in the blankets, the rest of RiTO beginning to crowd around him again. (the cameras are still rolling KJDFKJDSF)

"hello, our lovely maknae~" kass greets him softly. "did you sleep well?"

"slept?" revali mumbles, blinking sleepily back up at the second oldest. "wha... only closed my eyes for a little... didn't even sleep that long..." and kass has to hold back a laugh, pursing his lips.

"that's right, revali," mimo whispers, also trying to keep in a laugh. "but it's still too early for practice, so you can go back to sleep for a little bit until it's time. we'll wake you up, okay?"

revali nods slowly, eyes falling shut as he curls back up into the pillow and blankets. "okay, hyung" he yawns. "you better... wake me up..." and falls right back asleep 🥹

the rest of RiTO and their managers are all trying not to laugh, taking a video of their sleepy maknae curling back up so cutely to sleep. the normally sharp-mouthed youngest is so sweet and cute when he's sleepy, why can't he be like this all the time? 😹

[yeehawbvby]

I love you. | Ch. 1

(Piers x OC Maxine)

Rating: Teen+

Summary: "Unabashedly, he said the next part out loud. 'I love you.'

...He was being silly, right?

He was just fooling around because he was drunk and wanted affection. 

Right?

Right."

Author’s Note: This wasn’t supposed to be as angsty as it is, but here we are!! ٩( ᐛ )و

I wrote most of this while I was half asleep. I’ll make edits at some point if I need to.

Hope y’all enjoy x

Check it out on ao3!

Next

Max was enjoying having the apartment to herself for a change.

More often than not, at least one of her two roommates were home with her - whether it be Piers, because their shifts and/or plans matched up, or Marnie, because she didn’t have to see her tutor or go out for a playdate or whatever. To be alone with nothing to worry about other than her pokemon and herself was bliss for such an introvert.

She had spent the past three hours sprawled across the sofa in the apartment’s main room. She was swapping back and forth between playing a game on her old DS and grinding an otome on her phone. Her hair was styled into low pigtails and draped over the side of the sofa so that they would stay out of the way, and she had on her ideal sleepwear for warm nights like this: a lightweight tank top and soft cotton shorts. She’d prefer to be in bigger clothes that she could curl up and hide in, but she and Piers were trying to cut back on bills, which meant no aircon for a bit.

Before situating herself on the couch, she used a face mask that she’d been saving for a time like this. A night where she could really relax and let it do its thing with her skin. Before that, she had treated herself to some takeout from her favorite Alolan joint. 

This was the comfiest Max had been in ages. Sure, she’d be physically comfier in her bed, but it was nice to be cozy outside of that room for a change. To be alone in a room she’s never truly alone in, especially after having tidied it up throughout the day…

Until the door flung open, a drunken Piers stumbling through.

Ough.

It’s not that she didn’t want to see him. She was always glad to have him around — if she can’t be alone, but she wants to be alone, he’s the one person she’d happily grant a free pass to interrupt that alone time.

Max sighed, sitting herself up to observe the man. His hair, previously contained in a neat, high ponytail, was now loosely hanging closer to his nape. His fringe, damp from the summer humidity, molded itself into the rest of his hair, revealing his full complexion. His bold eyebrows and bright eyes being on full display rather than half-obscured was a rare treat.

Cute… she thought.

Her gaze lowered as Piers undid the first few buttons on his short-sleeved, black and red, paisley patterned button-up, creating a v-shaped window of porcelain skin that ended just below his chest.

Oh. 

She felt her cheeks grow warm as she tapped her thumb to her pointer — Krabby hands, she and Piers called it — to stim away her less innocent thoughts.

Piers was softly humming a tune as he then struggled to balance while he untied his combat boots’ laces. He left the door open — just as Max noticed, though, so did Piers. He bumped it shut with his hip before plopping to the ground in front of it and continuing his battle with his shoes.

He was completely unaware of Max’s curious stare as he worked. His head was empty aside from thoughts of how glad he was to be home from that Yell gathering, how sweaty he felt, and how much he wanted to see Max.

He was a happy and sappy drunk at times. He couldn’t help it, nor did he care enough to try to stop it. Right now he just knew he needed to be near her.

Finally ripping his boots off, he breathed deeply and tossed them aside. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the door, nearly drifting off for a moment. Focusing on how much everything was spinning, and how sleepy he felt. 

Maybe a quick nap before I go find her…

The creak of the floorboards grabbed his attention. He opened his eyes and a big, dopey grin spread across his face as Max strolled over. 

“Max!”

Oh my god. “Hello!” she offered back through a yawn into her elbow, slightly impeded by some laughter. She jumped right to business. “You drink any water while you were out?”

“Nah.”

“I’ll get you some.” Hands raised over her head as she stretched, she detoured to the left towards the kitchen.

Come back… “I don’ need it,” Piers insisted.

“You don’t need a hangover either.”

Yeah but this is encroaching on my time with you come baaack— 

His thoughts wound up translating to, “But,” he pauses to sigh, “Maaaax.”

“What?!” 

Piers grinned at the hint of a smile in Max’s voice. “C’meeere.”

“After I get your water, sure.”

Piers groaned, giving up. He shut his eyes again and rubbed at their inner corners, and in his daze, he hadn’t even heard Max come back. She crouched down at his side, a glass of water in one hand, a spoon and a packet of flavored electrolyte mix in the other.

“Here.” Piers opened his eyes again, and Max continued, “I brought this too,” she flapped around the mix a bit, “just in case you want it.”

Lazily peering back and forth between the objects in Max’s hands and Max’s face, he just quietly hummed an acknowledgement. After a few moments, Max grinned, confused as to what Piers wanted, but amused by his demeanor. He was blissfully unaware, now intent on memorizing the exact curvature of Max’s smile.

Flushing at how intensely he was staring, Max nervously laughed and tried to snap him out of it. “Piers!” 

“Max!” he beamed.

She huffed out another laugh and averted her view. Then she sat cross legged and began fixing up the drink for him. If he wasn’t going to make the decision, she would.

“So, how was it?” she asked, trying to divert Piers’ attention away from her.

“Eh,” he shrugged. “Too many people.”

Subtly nodding, Max acknowledged, “Yell’s a big crowd. But I’m sure at least some of it was fun, yeah?”

Piers hummed and nodded his answer. 

Removing a full spoon from the glass, Max put it in her mouth, testing to make sure there wasn’t too much or too little water. Piers’ eyes were glued to her lips for the short moment they were wrapped around the utensil, then on her throat, watching it bob as she swallowed. They both looked so nice… so soft…

Before Piers could say any of his thoughts out loud, Max curtly nodded and handed him the drink. He got stuck on her big and expectant eyes for a moment before snapping out of it, taking the cup from her. 

“Thanks,” he mumbled. 

He took a sip as Max stood, walking away to discard the spoon and empty packet. He didn’t realize how dehydrated he’d become. Proceeded to chug down the rest before Max came back. 

Upon seeing this, she laughed, “Damn. Want some more?”

He shook his head. Max took the cup back to the kitchen and returned again feeling as prepared as she could be to haul Piers to his room. He looked exhausted.

“Can you stand?” she asked as she crouched down again.

Piers fixated on her face again, ignoring her question. 

Stop looking at me like that oh my god— “Piers!”

Max leaned closer and clasped Piers’ face in each of her hands. She was trying to be stern, but her rosy grin made the action come off playful instead.

It didn’t help her case at all.

Piers blinked and looked like he was normal again for, like, a second, before he grew lost in his studies again. He placed his hands atop Max’s, totally engulfing them. Her face was burning hot as she looked down at her knees, taking a deep breath before looking at her friend again.

She opened her mouth to speak, but Piers cut her off, shifting his palms to her cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”

Max’s eyes widened. She froze up, gnawing her lower lip as she tried to figure out what to say. “Um…” Her eyes instinctively drifted to his lips, but she was able to save herself. “N-no,” she rejected, tearing her gaze back up to meet his, “You need to, uh, lie down. Or something.”

“Then can I kiss you?”

“Oh, Arc’s sake,” she breathed, looking down again and shutting her eyes, her hands relocating to cover her face.

On one hand, it’s not like it would be a bad thing. They’d already discussed their rules or whatever. They could kiss freely. No strings attached, or whatever they told themselves. 

On the other, she didn’t want him to think she was taking advantage of him when he sobered up. It’s not like they’d do anything more than kiss, and she wouldn’t dream of doing anything sleazy, but her mind flooded with self-destructive thoughts about how she would seem like a creep, and how he might think she was going to try more than that, and what if she did do something creepy by accident, and— 

“Please?”

Max, dumbfounded by how sweetly Piers had said that one word, looked at him again. He looked so relaxed, so happy. So hopeful. She could feel her heart melting in her chest.

Oh my god.  

She sighed. 

…It couldn’t hurt, right?

“We’ll see,” she concluded.

She knew he trusted her. She knew a kiss wouldn’t break that trust. She needed to chill before she spiraled herself into a panic attack or something.

She removed Piers’ hands from her face and stood up, still holding them. “C’mon,” she prompted. 

She gave Piers a little tug and gestured her head towards the hallway where the bedrooms and bathroom branched out of. He complied, begrudgingly picking himself up with a little help from Max. He lost balance as he straightened, causing Max to clasp his shoulders in an attempt to keep him upright.

“Careful,” she muttered. 

Piers was speechless as she took care to make sure he was okay. 

She’s so nice… 

Feeling like a giant compared to Max as he towered over her, and forgetting how light he actually was, he was cautious to not put too much weight on her. She could handle all of it with some effort, but in the moment he was none the wiser. 

As they crossed the room and entered the hall, Max nodded to the bathroom. “You wanna brush your teeth and stuff?”

“Am I stinky?”

Max stifled a laugh. She knew he was being goofy, but he did a damn good job pretending like he was worried about it. “Pfft. No, but—“

“I’m good then.”

“But your teeth—“

“C’mon.” 

“Huh?”

Piers was now the one tugging Max along. He just wanted to lay down with her. To hold her. Maybe get a smooch out of it. Or two. Or more. It’s not like he would limit her. He’d do anything for her. He’d do anything with her. 

God, he loved her so much. 

Flopping onto the bed, Piers pulled Max down with him. She landed face-first on his upper tummy. Her laughter reverberated through it, tickling him a little. Made him giggle.

“Careful, dude!” she lightly scolded through her residual laughter. She fixed her hair out of the way and laid down on her side next to him, propped up on an elbow. 

She was desperately trying to ignore how fondly Piers was staring up at her. Her heart was fluttering madly while her stomach flipped below it. 

Focus.

She wanted to make sure Piers was safe and comfy and not gonna, like, throw up and die, or something. He usually held his drinks well enough, unlike her, but she could never be too careful. 

“You’re not gonna put on pyjamas?” she asked while fixing some loose hair out of Piers’ eyes. 

“Not yet.”

Max was about to protest before Piers cut off her train of thought. He took her hand off his face and smoothly flipped over, now hovering above Max and pinning her hand to the pillow.

Max couldn’t help the gasp that came out of her mouth. She looked up at him, wide-eyed at how sudden that was. How hot it was. 

…But also at how pretty he was. At how perfect he looked with his barely-contained ponytail now draping over his shoulder, threatening to tickle her own. How cozy she felt watching him just as fondly as he had watched her moments before. 

Her free hand moved on its own, reaching up to Piers’ cheek. Beckoning him closer. Wanting to be as close as she could to him. Piers leaned into it, smiling so contentedly just barely above her face. He felt calm in spite of his racing thoughts:

You’re beautiful. I love you. I want you. I love you. I need to kiss you. I— 

Unabashedly, he said the next part out loud. “I love you.”

All the air left Max’s lungs as she stared at him, dumbfounded. “Wh— huh?!”  

Piers repeated himself.

Max took a second to buffer. 

He was being silly, right?

He was just fooling around because he was drunk and wanted affection. 

Right?

Right.

She could say it back, like she wanted to, or she could deny it entirely…

She chose the latter. It was easier that way.

“Don’t— don’t say that.”

He looked so sad as he questioned her. It made Max feel mean. Was she being mean? “Why not?”

She frowned. “Because you don’t mean it,” she assured herself more than him, “You’re drunk, you’re just saying things at this point.”

“I mean it,” he practically whined. At least he had his smile back. Now he thought she was being silly. “I lo—“

Kind of bummed, very confused, and not wanting to have this kind of discussion while Piers was intoxicated, she quickly cut him off, “Um, y-you can kiss me now, if you want.”

It worked. In his own weird, barely cognizant way, Piers thought that was her way of saying it back.

He leaned in some more, his pretty smile widening and small crows feet forming on the outer edge of his sleepy, piercing, beautiful cyan eyes. 

Max was smitten.

It was okay if he didn’t really mean what he said. She could settle for just pretending that he did. 

“Yeah?” Piers whispered, his mouth nearly touching hers. It came out husky, stealing Max’s breath away again.

Max’s nerves were on fire as she nodded, leaning up to close the gap.

It had been a while since they last found themselves like this. They both constantly craved it, wanting nothing more than to just lose themselves in the other’s touch. They felt both at home and invigorated by it. Max’s internal conflicts melted away as she cupped Piers’ nape to encourage him to sink into her lips, his hand tightening around hers in tandem. 

It was funny, Max thought, how haphazard Piers’ drunken kisses were. They were feverish, yet gentle; his lips lingered on hers with the tenderness of a lover, but pressed into them with the fervor of a one-time fling. 

He silently worshiped her, releasing her hand in favor of running his thumb along the bottom edge of her bottom lip, and then her cheek, holding the side of her face in a weak attempt to pull her closer than she already was. Desperately clinging onto each breath she made against his mouth as if it was her last. Savoring how her tongue softly flicked at his own, then twirled around it. Priding himself in the Gooserene bumps that sprouted on her neck while his fingers trailed across its side, and the audible inhale she took through her nose when he slotted himself between her thighs, pushing her left leg outward with his right knee.

He was still drunk, without a doubt, but this was the clearest he’d felt since coming home.

Max’s newly clouded head juxtaposed him, though. She felt like she was losing herself; incorporeal beneath his weight, all that existed was him. All that mattered was him. The alcohol she tasted on his tongue seemed to seep into her own system, and the soft hair she ran her fingers through was a sleeper agent, coaxing her to another realm of existence — a dream world where time stopped everywhere except Piers’ room, on Piers’ bed. 

The only thing that snapped her back to the present was his lips leaving hers, trailing next to her chin, across her jaw, and finally onto her neck. She couldn’t stop the quiet whimpers that she let out as he left an open mouthed kiss, then a little nip, right at her sweet spot; and he hummed almost instinctively in response to those sounds, the soft vibration sending a chill straight to her—

Good god, she needed to stop him.

“P-Piers,” she whispered. 

It came out breathier than she’d intended it to. Still dazed, he interpreted her tone as a sign to keep going, sucking softly at her skin. 

Shit shit shit—

Her fight or flight kicked in, and in her panic, she accidentally shouted her next attempt. “Oi!” She punctuated the word by cupping his face and pushing him back, shrinking in on herself to create some extra distance. 

He looked shocked, his eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he scanned Max’s worried expression. 

Did I do something wrong?  

“What? What’s up?”

“Um…” Max froze. “You, um…”

Shit, Max, say something. Anything.

She let out a defeated sigh, avoiding looking Piers in the face, and her mouth twitching while she tried to form words that wouldn’t come out. 

Oh no.

The room was spinning, her heart was racing, and on top of that, she couldn’t speak. Tears started to well in her eyes. 

Why was this happening? What the fuck happened? Why was she panicking?

She wanted this. 

She wanted him. 

…But their agreement.

She loved him. 

She loved him.

She thought about what he had said earlier: “ I love you. I mean it.”

What if I had said it back? she asked herself.

Why didn’t I?

Should I have said it?

Should I now?

Should I tell him I love him and then continue on with whatever was about to happen? As if this never happened?

Did he mean it?

“I mean it.”

He didn’t. There’s no way.

“I love you.”

He loves making and performing music, he loves gaming, he loves going for late night rides to the shore to write and stargaze. He loves Marnie. He loves his team. He loves this city. 

He loves me… as a friend.

“I love you.”

No. No romance. Our agreement— 

“I love you.“

I love you. But—

“I love you.”

Please don’t lie to me.

“I love you.”

No.

“I love you.”

Please—

“Max!” Piers called, his right hand firmly planted on her cheek. 

Was it shaking?  

Max’s silence, followed by tears, followed by panicking her way into disassociation, sobered Piers right up. His mind scrambled as he tried to figure out what happened. 

His brain was able to put together bits and pieces: Max walking to him from the couch, Max helping him to his room, Max giggling against his belly… 

That was it. There was no in-between. There was no buffer between that and now either, really. He knows they kissed, and he knows he kissed her neck. He didn’t leave any marks, luckily. Maybe kissing her neck was risky..? They’d done more scandalous things than that without breaking their “rules,” though. 

Maybe it was just a bad day for her?

Did he ruin her day?

Did he do something wrong?

It didn’t matter. 

Well. No. It did matter, and it mattered a lot. But he needed to make sure Max was okay, that she was going to be okay, and then he could figure the rest out. 

He tried to break through to her a few times. It was only when held her face and forced her view onto him that she came back.

Piers watched Max with wide eyes, upturned brows, and a heaving chest as she blinked a few times, her vision obscured by tears. She tried her best to focus on his face to no avail. She looked down, feeling self-conscious.

“Hey, look at me.” Max heeded his words, and did her best to deepen her breaths and squeeze her tears out of the way as he reaffirmed, “It’s alright, love, you’re gonna be alright.” 

She still couldn’t speak, only a meek squeak coming out in lieu of a proper response. She felt so pathetic. 

I did this to her, Piers thought, I don’t know what I did, but I think this is my fault. 

What did I do?

He felt his own eyes begin to sting. Damn it.

“Don’t push yourself,” he instructed, “Just breathe with me, yeah?”

Max managed a barely-there nod before they began. Piers wanted her to be okay, but he wanted to be okay enough himself to make sure of that. This was just as much for him as it was for her. 

Max tried her best to match the rise and fall of his chest with her own, and soon enough, she was able to breathe without his help. She could see him clearly for a moment, but upon viewing Piers’ anxious expression, her eyes grew wetter. 

The absolute last thing she wanted to do was make him feel shitty too.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed. 

She was fully crying now. At least she was vocal again. For now, at least. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Piers expressed his main concern, “I just want you to be okay. Okay? Don’t worry about me.”

Seeming too lost in her own head again to accept his response, Max just repeated, “I’m so sorry.”

He sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment, calming himself down. 

Shit. Focus.  

He wanted to kiss her again. On the forehead, on her cheeks, anywhere that might potentially make her feel better. Make her feel safe and loved. He refrained, worried he’d just overcrowd her.

As if he wasn’t doing that already. He only realized then that he was still firmly planted atop her. He moved over, laying on his side. 

He raised his top arm a bit. Silently telling her that, if she wanted, she could seek comfort in him. 

She obliged, scooting herself closer. As she nuzzled herself into his chest, Piers wrapped his arm around her. Detangled her long hair from around her body. Rubbed her upper back. Placed his palm against the back of her head, holding her close.

Max, in the meantime, was doing her best to accept his kindness. To forget her worries, to just exist here and now. She let Piers engulf her, pressing her body to his as she sought refuge in his smell, in his skin, in his embrace.

She was reminded upon touching her forehead to his chest that Piers’ shirt was partially undone, and knew that she was starting to feel better upon acknowledging that she felt flustered. She found it hard to feel anything other than sadness when she felt low enough.

She sighed, letting herself relax. Feeling herself drifting, given how mentally strenuous the past ten minutes or so had been; and above her, Piers was struggling to keep awake himself, having already been tired before the events that unfolded. 

Max cuddled a little closer, now fully plastered to Piers, placing her own arm around him. They tangled their legs together and Piers strengthened his hold on her while they comfortably molded together. At some point after Max’s breathing slowed, Piers pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, drifting off with his lips still against her.

[catgirl-pawbs]

ROSIE HOBBYING UPDATE

though,,, I've said it a few times in a few places but I'm super enamoured with the concept of having different names for different contexts though I've been bad at actually doing it and the name I'd like to use in online spaces / for people I don't know irl is Ryuuka (I know I had another online alias/name before that i streamed under for 2yrs but due to Events I now hate being called that so all 3 of u that know it that name is dead to me now please forget) so I suppose instead I should write

✨🎀RYUUKA HOBBYING UPDATE🎀✨

LONG POST INCOMING sorry if I take up ur whole dash

so I tried to search my blog for the "hobbying" tag to see what I have and have not posted recently but lo and behold,

tumblr is truly the functional of webbedsites, I KNOW ITS THERE I PUT IT THERE now please show me !

except it won't if course because it sucks.

so anyway I'm gonna start typing about things and hope I get everything I haven't posted and nothing I have.

something like three weeks ago, I finally got to play a match of Warhammer 40k with my older brother! this had been in the making in a way since 2014(-ish I don't remember), when this same brother introduced myself and my other brother to the concept of Warhammer and all three of us bought models. sadly both brothers quickly discovered the "building and painting" portion of the hobby and promptly dropped out, one of them giving his T'au models to me because I LOVED THIS SHIT.

anyway I think I posted about all this before and that Match In Question wherein I took 500pts of Grey Knights (Brother-Captain, Terminator Squad, Strike Squad) against my brother's 500pts Imperial Guard (Commissar, Guardsmen regiment, 3x Mortar Crew models, Sentinel, Leman Russ)or something like that I didn't read his list. Unfortunately this battle ended with my noble Grey Knights getting summarily decimated and right tabled by the mighty power of the autocannon-equipped Leman Russ if that bastard Russ wasn't already dead I'd kill him myself

again I'm fairly sure I've posted about this before so I'll stop there and not add images.

also before I continue (to explain why points counts might seem weird to other 40kplayers) I should note that I have been and will continue to be playing Fifth Edition Warhammer 40k, because those are the books that I have. New books are hellishly expensive and I cannot for the life of me figure out how to reasonably use wahapedia so anyone who is going to tell me to play a more recent edition please kindly do one of the following;

1.) shush.

2.) buy me the books urself since you can afford it

3.) go get intimate with a cactus.

Now! about a week ago, a little less, I got to play ANOTHER match of 40k! a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. this time with a friend who has an adjacent interest in similar sort of games and who helped me build the felt-and-aquariumplant terrain pieces Im certain I posted pictures of before though I can't go check >:|

This match was again 500pts and featured both my lovely new terrain and the following armies;

TYRANIDS. >Tyranid Prime (boneswords, devourer) >3xRaveners (rending claws) >5x Ymgarl Genestealers >10xHormagaunts (adrenaline glands) >10xTermagaunts (devourers)

GREY KNIGHTS. >Brother-Captain (mastercrafted storm bolter, mastercrafted nemesis force sword) >5xTerminator (mastercrafted storm bolter [justicar], mastercrafted nemesis force sword [justicar]) >5xStrike Squad (nemesis force halberds [all], mastercrafted storm bolter [justicar])

it was great! took about 4 hours because I hadn't memorized everything yet and my friend/opponent was new to 5th but we had a good time despite getting real exhausted by the end of it there are too damn many numbers to remember

I'm still super happy with how the new terrain looks!! sure it's very Amateur Hour and doesn't look ~realistic~ but I love it and am very proud of it!

Unfortunately in this match, the Grey Knights not played by me this time again tasted bitter defeat. I begin to think that list I made just sucks. or that the army needs a larger point total to make a functional list. further experimentation needed.

First blood was taken by the Knights shooting down a few(2) Hormagaunts, which was repeated in the next turn gunning down another 5 of them. the remaining gaunts took shelter for their lives behind a small copse of trees, though the Knights' Terminators quickly closed to finish their prey.

the Nids took revenge in the Genestealers flanking and stealing the jeans off the Strike Squad, without a single loss.

Finally came the crushing melee of the Raveners charging the Terminators and Captain from the cover of the ruins, slowly inflicting death (with great difficulty and losing one of their number due to those incredible 2+saves), eventually being joined by the Tyranid Prime and Genestealers in finishing off the stragglers.

the Termagants... yeah. those guys were there. they mostly just hung around. fired off 40?-ish shots and inflicted a total of 1 wound. good job guys. worth every point, truly.

Unfortunately because I failed to teach the game and remember the rules properly, this match was unbalanced, as the Terminators were not making 2 melee attacks per turn as they should've and I'd forgot to roll for the Nids instinctive behaviour rules (though the only difference that would've really made was the already useless gants running for cover if they failed)

It was a good learning experience and we had fun though!! surely we'll have a better and more heated match next time! ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

that kaomoji looks kinda haunted,,

In other news! yesterday I finally took the time to get my printer in Operational Condition again! this means that, after being more than a month with only one arm, my Knight Armiger Warglaive proxy (model courtesy of u/johnbearross on reddit) is finally fully operational! catgirl very extremely excited about this one

additionally, though I do need to print another warglaive and two helverins still, I've started on printing the bigger boy, a Questoris Knight Paladin proxy (model credits the same), something I've been excited to do for forever and the next step towards the biggest finalest goal; the Imperator Titan

base and left leg printed (6h each), right leg in production (another 6h) (also I know the quality is bad because of the flash but my kitchen's lighting is awful and I promise without it looks worse) (don't mind the bag of rice in the bg, girl's gotta eat)

FINALLY, the most recent development in Ryuuka's Hobbying;

MY BOYS??!??! MY BEAUTIFUL LOVELY SPECTACULAR BOYS????? THEY ARRIVED TODAY!!

bit of a story on this one, but first; I know that I told one of my dear friends like 6months ago that the next time I bought gunpla of get one for u too and we sat down and picked one out for u and everything and I didn't forget I swear but I shouldn't've even bought these boys since I have a lot of debt going on, the only reason I did is that on god man I need a distraction project or the depression is gonna Get To Me (not that it doesn't already but,) so like. When I actually have spare money instead of spending money I don't have I WILL get u that gunpla and we will build them together I didn't and am not gonna forget.

Okay so the deal with these boys is that I was talking to a friend recently about how I really like the appearance of Mass Production Mobile Suits over the special Gundam suits (unpopular opinion but I hate gundam suits' horns/crests, I think they look so so silly), in particular I love the look of the DaggerL and the Rgm-79 GM, but I really don't like the GM's helmet, I feel that it dramatically detracts from my man's vibes since the GM is made of angular and square segments and then the helmet is ROUND and also the visor is really large and open, giving it something of a 'friendly' (anthropromorphizing, I know) look that really doesn't suit the rest of it's design. In the same moment I was lamenting this design contradiction, a guncannon came on screen, which has a helmet with a narrower visor, and a- well I guess it's called a visor too but the shade thing some helmets have like a built-in imitation ballcap thing and anyway the Guncannon's head design gives it a much more 'serious' look that I feel would fit great on the GM, and the GM's more open and round design would fit right in with the Guncannon's rounded limbs and fuckoff huge shoulder-mounted cannon barrels.

So immediately in that conversation I had something of an epiphany of this and decided that I HAVE TO make a headswap of those guys and NOW IM DOING IT except what I need right now is a project so we're taking it a couple steps further

I'm gonna trim these guys all out of the runners, file the nubs, label all the parts with masking tape and little baggies, swap the head parts, then going one colour/runner at a time, prime them black, paint them, panel line them, sticker them, top coat them, and ONLY THEN will I finally start assembling them

I've never painted a gunpla before but the best way to start is a headfirst dive into conkcrete babey let's get it

also I want to try weathering on my GM, nevermind that I've never tried it before and have no idea how, and each kit will be getting a different topcoat; glossy for the Guncannon because I want my boy to look like fun lil candy apple lad, and matte for my GM because I want it to be a semi-realistic Setpiece build.

also been thinking about utilizing the power of masking tape mid-painting process to add stripes of red to GM's arm&leg armour, but currently unsure if I want to follow through with the idea.

kay I think that's everything that's a lotta words I've been typing for forever it's 3am im not checking for typos I'm gonna sleep now goodnight gamers, nyan~

[rabcantswim]

i had a thought™, you know how dangerous those get. but thankfully i left myself a raspy 4am voice memo so i present to you;

what kind of uncles/aunts would some of the marauders era characters be had they gotten the chance

1) remus uncle remus comes for saturday dinners and plays board games (more like is forced to, but he'll never complain). buys beautiful editions of books he loves to read for the kids and sometimes even reads them for them. makes them all music snobs. every. single. one. of the children. he most probably is a professor. takes the kids to the movies. never gets called anything but uncle moony by them for the rest of his life.

2) peter uncle peter would be the kind of uncle who would play with dolls or dinosaurs for hours and hours on with the kids and it never gets boring. all the tea parties and adventurous expeditions you can imagine. when the kid wants a pet he's the one that pesters the parents about it. even if it's a dragon, he pushes and reasons with them why it's a good idea and why the kid deserves it. he's the uncle that sneaks for ice cream to the freezer on summer nights when neither he nor the kid can sleep. they go sit in the garden and talk about anything and everything, he tells them fun stuff like stories from school or quidditch matches and crazy stories about their father/uncles that were supposed to be kept a secret from the kid because parents/adults are supposed to be role models, blablabla, it's too hilarious not to tell the kid.

3) james james would be the uncle that would run around the playground with the kid for hours and hours and hours on, never getting tired not one bit. when they were stuck on a tree unable to get down and crying, he'd climb up there and comfort them and get them down safely. he's the uncle that would buy the kid that one sweet their mom said no to. that one sweet the kid really wants and loves, he would fucking buy it for them and relish their happy smile - james potter loves to defy authority, never forget that. he's the uncle that would take the kid on family trips/holidays alongside lily and harry. he would be the one to teach the kid how to fly and maybe even buy them their first broom. he'd also be the one to teach them how to play the guitar. he's the uncle that would teach them to be kind to other kids, how to be better than he was when he was their age.

4) lily aunt lily would teach them how to make flower crowns and how to braid in general. she would let the kid play with all her pretty dresses and try them on and play princess. she would put makeup on them if they asked, but peter would actually be the one that painted the kid's nails if they wanted to. aunt lily is the aunt they would come to for advice about a future career, their education, but also about boys/girls later in life when they are being pursued by someone. when there's someone a bit annoying running after them they would come asking what to do and lily would always be like; "focus on your studies, if the boy/girl really loves you they'll continue to pursue you, they'll work on themselves, they'll stop being obnoxious, realize your worth, and then they'll be a good companion and husband/wife." lily would be the aunt that introduces them to photography. she would introduce them to muggle photography! polaroids and VHS cassettes and cameras. she and remus would do that together i feel. aunt lily would also be the aunt that would always take care of them when they got hurt. scratched themselves while riding a bike or flying a broom or just plainly got hurt. she'd be there with bandages and healing spells and a little kiss to the wound so that it feels better and the kid would actually believe her kiss has magical power because it's aunt lily, she is magical, THE most magical. she would probably be the most magical one of them all.

5) regulus (and sirius ig) uncle regulus would have been a wonder. you can't pinpoint what he'd be like because if he were to be some of the kids' uncle the circumstances would have to be totally different. because we are talking about a universe where everything is awesome, everything is cool when you're part of the team and they have good parents. so you can only wonder what kind of an uncle regulus (and therefore sirius) would be, because they would both be fundamentally different people. they wouldn't have turned out the way they did. someone completely different. but maybe, just maybe regulus would be the uncle that would show them and teach them about art - how to draw, paint or sketch. how to play the piano or the violin. and he would take them for swimming lessons for sure....

[shedaresthedevil]

They Say the Beast Inside of Me is Gonna Get Ya

Pairing: Matt Murdock X NB!reader

18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: SPICE. WHOLE LOTTA SPICE. Dom/Sub, Dom! Matt, sub! Reader,afab!reader, primal kink, SLOW BURN, fingering, unprotected sex, public sex, light degradation, allusion to female anatomy, angst, violence, INHALER WARNING FOR MY BEST AVOCADO.

Word count: 5,774

A/N: Custom fic request for @lexlovescoffee . This was a long one to write because my brain would not stop thinking of things to add to it. I hope its everything you wanted.

This was proof read and edited, so if you find a mistake; no you didn't. I will be re-reading it a thousand time to continue to edit because I am a perfectionist.

@matt-erialgirl @loki-silver-tongued-god and @freshabogados enjoy.

1:00 AM: The Docks

“You ready?” Matt whispered, flashing his teeth in an overconfident grin. The grin itself was a lie.

“Almost, just a minute. Are you still sure this is a good idea?” you replied, pulling your short waves back and out of the way. The breeze off the water was cold against the shorter sides of your head.

“Of course. If you can evade me, you can evade anyone. Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous sweetheart.” Matt uttering the half-truth. The reality was that he was the anxious one.

You rolled your eyes, a smile parting your lips as you scoffed.

“Nervous? Never. Excited maybe, but not nervous.”

Matt stepped closer to you, the half foot of difference in height between you seeming more considerable than normal. Something about how Matt carried himself as Daredevil made him seem taller. Maybe it was how straight he stood, or perhaps it was because you could see how heavily built he truly was, even through the black fabric of his clothes. You were always in awe of just how distracted Matt could make you in just pants and a shirt, but that shirt? Those pants?

You found yourself pulling your lip between your teeth thinking about what was beneath them.

“Are you sure?” he smirked, dropping his voice low as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“If you don’t behave yourself, I’m going to be a different kind of excited, and that would be cheating, counselor.”

Matthew let out a soft laugh, stepping back.

“I suppose you would be correct. Let’s go over it again.”

“I’m going to try and escape you, whatever that takes. If that means hiding, I hide. If that means fighting you to get away, I must do so. If that means running, I must do so. I have to evade you by any means necessary, but I cannot leave the docks or the shipyard.” You ran though it for what felt like the hundredth time.

“And?”

“And don’t hold back because you won’t either.”

“And if at any point you feel unsafe, you-” he continued, wanting to make sure that you knew.

“Will call out the safe word. Matt, I know were only fighting defensively, not to hurt each other. Not unless I have to.” You finished for him, crossing your arms to pull your hoodie in tighter. Correction; Matt’s hoodie. You had grabbed it, hoping it would be enough to confuse his sense of smell.

“Swear to me. Promise me that you will say it if you need to.” He licked his lips, growing more apprehensive by the second.

You paused, stunned at his sudden urgency. Concerned, you stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of you once again. Matt let out a deep breath as you reached forward, placing your hand at the back of his head to play with the small amount of hair that was exposed beneath the mask to soothe him.

“What’s on your mind. Talk to me.”

Matt Murdock was at a loss. Initially, he had thought your idea to be a brilliant one. You wanted to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that you could keep up with him. He had laughed, telling you that you didn’t need to prove anything.

“If I can fight and get away from the Devil, I can fight and get away from anyone.” You had countered, standing your ground.

You had talked for hours about ground rules, what was allowed and what was not. When to do this exercise and where. You had both decided that late night at the shipyard, on the one day of the week where no dock workers would be there, was the best time and place. You had set a time limit of two hours. Matt had argued that you would need to be offensive in order to get him off you if he were to catch you, and you had compromised; both of you would only fight defensively, with you being able to switch if the need arose.

“Only with enough force as is needed, not excessive.”

“No, you will get away by whatever means necessary.”

“Fine.”

Now? Now he was nervous. What if this made you afraid of… him? The fight between the two of you in the parking structure upon your first- well, second meeting-had been more of a dance. A battle of wills rather than strength. The struggle between the two of you had been exhilarating, fun even. But this? This was entirely different. He knew how stubborn you were- in that you were both evenly matched. Matt was afraid of going too dark, of hurting you. The creature inside him, the one that would not allow him to quit, stirred and clawed at its cage. He swallowed hard, a tense smile forming across his face.

“It’s nothing. I just…”

The Beast inside of me is going to get you.

The thought echoed within the confines of his mind.

“You’re afraid you’re going to hurt me, aren’t you?” you concluded, wrapping your arms around him.

This man was a saint, always putting others before himself. Sometimes he cared too much.

“I told you before, when we had that conversation about activities, that I trust you. I know you won’t hurt me on purpose. I absolve you of any accidental wrongdoing.”

Oh, he remembered. The conversation where you were against the brick wall in his apartment …with his hand wrapped around your throat. That conversation that had escalated into the two of you devouring each other, in every sense of the word.

“This…isn’t the same thing. I am different when I’m chasing someone.”

“I know. I’ve seen it. That’s why this is important to me. Your prey drive is insane- you don’t quit Matt. If I can get away from you, then you can worry for me less when were out. In this instance, I am the prey, and you are the hunter. It’s not complicated. Just pretend that I’m some attractive assassin that killed a man because he looked at me the wrong way. I am not afraid of you Matthew; I never have been, never will be.”

That would help him be less anxious about you being with him in the night, that was true. But the drive that you were talking about is what was making him fearful. It was a drive in him that was almost… primal. Matt reached down and tilted your face up to his, placing his lips on yours. He heard your heart rate increase, felt the pounding of your blood against his hand. You were here, you were whole. Matt conceded to continue. He broke away from you, just as a small moan escaped your mouth. Making you excited would, in fact, give him an advantage. Matthew Murdock was not one for cheating. He touched his forehead to yours, breathing you in one last time.

“Alright. You have a ten-minute head start, then the devil is coming for you.”

1:32 AM

You had taken off like a shot, a thrill rushing through you. Your many plans and ideas surfaced in your mind. Just because there were no dock workers, didn’t mean there couldn’t be noise. You aimed to find the loudest place in the shipyard, the edge closest to the city. Hell’s Kitchen was still buzzing and very much alive, even in the late hours of the night. Along the way, throughout the hundreds and hundreds of shipping crates and trailers, you had rubbed your perfume and a shirt you had brought with you to throw off Matt’s sense of smell. You even went as far as to cut your hand open to smear blood in various places. You focused on regulating your breathing, trying not to be too loud, attempting to keep your heart rate as even as you could. You picked up some gravel along the way, something to throw-to make noise with. After you felt satisfied with your diversions, you centered your attention on finding a spot to hide. One where Matt could not sneak up on you, one with multiple exit points. Anything confined would not work, if Matt could trap you in a small space, you were done for.

1:45 AM

Matthew had given you three extra minutes; you were going to need them. He started walking, feeling the stress of the day fall away and the focus of the hunt sink in. Matt drew in a deep breath, the fuel of the machinery, the salt of the water, and the steel of the shipping containers assaulting him first. Then, you. The scented oil you wore, the natural chemistry of your body, and your blood. He smirked to himself. Smart, you were so smart. The amount of perfume and blood was vaguely overwhelming. It was achieving what you had intended, but blood dried and scents on cold surfaces would fade eventually. Matt listened for your breathing, your pulse, both of which were hard to discern with the rest of the hearts beating throughout the city. As he got closer, it would become easier for him to hear it. He felt himself getting riled up at the thought of chasing you and eventually seizing you. Hunter and prey indeed.

2:06 AM

On top of a shipping container, in the space between the two that rested atop it, you waited. There were three exit points, one up and one to either side. You had wrapped your hand to staunch the bleeding, not wanting the origin of the scent to give away your position. You sat in your hiding spot, checking your watch to see how much time had passed. You knew Matt would find you, that much was inevitable, it was simply a question of when. You could not let your guard down for even a moment. It was not Matt you would be facing off with, it was the Devil. When Matt was in full focus mode, he was damn near impossible to get away from. You couldn’t deny that it sent a bolt of excitement through your body, the thought of the devil being set free to chase you.

“I can smell how excited you are. Did you really think you would get away?”

You heard his voice ring out, taunting you. He sounded distant, still far enough away for you to run and choose a different spot to hide if you wanted to.

“Does the thought of the devil catching you make you wet?” he continued, closer still. You heard the distinct sound of a piece of metal being run against the corrugation of the steel containers. He was closer than you thought, and he wanted you to know it.

“Someone’s having too much fun.” You thought, shaking your head.

Carefully, you got to your feet, ready to fight or flee; whichever came first. You felt your heart rate increase, anxious at the silence. Everything else fell away, you were breathing too loud, your pulse pounding in your temples. Then you heard it, the smallest shift of a boot. Your head snapped to the side, seeing the top of Matt’s head rising from the end of the container. He was climbing up, and you needed to move.

2:07 AM

Matt felt your foot connect with his chest as it came into view. His grip on the shipping container was almost lost. Almost. You were holding back, which was a mistake. The Devil couldn’t wait to have his hands on you, to bite into your skin, bruise your thighs…he might even make you scream.

“No, not that. That’s not what were trying to do here.”

Matt shook his head, nearly imperceptibly.

“Oh, sweetheart you’ll have to hit harder than that.” Matt teased, pulling himself upward and reaching to grab you.

You had jumped up between the two adjacent containers to avoid him, your feet anchoring your body weight. You jumped up again, climbing onto the top of the steel box and sprinting down the row of them. Matt was gaining ground behind you; gods damn he was fast. You dropped into a space similar to your original hiding spot, waiting for him to drop in after you. Matt did so, wrapping his arms around you as soon as he could. Just like you had planned.

“I’ve got you.” He growled in your ear, voice low and hoarse.

“Do you? Or do I have you?” you smirked.

Matt’s head tilted to the side, amused.

You slammed your head backwards into his throat, shoving his body into the wall of the container and knocking the wind out of him. He did not release you, but his grip loosened enough for you to break his hold and slip out of his grasp. You rolled off the side of the box, landing on your feet and running yet again.

2:10 AM

Matt’s throat burned from where your head had struck him. This only made the beast claw harder, yearning to get out. His legs moved quickly, closing the distance between you. His arm shot out and you caught it, blocking him. He took each blow he received with grace, knowing that you would feel guilty about it later. Matt tasted blood on his lips, and quickly wiped it away. He trapped you again, this time with you facing him. He felt your heart beating wildly against your ribcage, your chest heaving as you struggled against him. Your scent was thick with arousal and anxiety, merging into something all too intoxicating. After several attempts to break free, you were successful, sweeping his feet from beneath him for good measure after you escaped. Off you went again, but not for long.

2:16 AM

You threw the rocks from your pocket to make it seem like you were going in a different direction than you were. It had worked the first two times, but you were certain Matt had purposely made it appear that he fell for it. He wanted to drag this out. You felt a small, light impact on your face. Then another. Rain. It was raining now, gradually turning into a downpour. This could work to your advantage. The incessant pattering of the water as it beat against the containers, the ground, and the metal fence that surrounded the expensive machinery would hopefully be enough to distract Matt from finding you again too quickly. You picked up your pace, betting on that to help you hide.

2:20 AM

He had lost you; the weather had made sure of that. Your natural scent drowned out with the torrential rain that fell hard against the concrete. That was alright, he would find you again soon enough. The thrill of this chase- this hunt- was driving him insane. He wanted nothing more than to catch you. You had to be getting tired by now, all this running. All Matt had to do was focus and listen. He closed his eyes, carefully separating the sounds in his environment. He was searching for your pulse, hearing the metal being assaulted by the rain first and foremost. Matt set that aside, letting that distraction fall away. With each noise he did this, until there was nothing left but-

"There."

The leash on Matt’s self-control was fleeting, and he felt himself growing more feral. The longer this continued, the more difficult it would be to command it.

He would have to move more cautiously; you would be expecting him.

2:48 AM

"I can hear you heart thrashing in your chest, sweetheart. I will find you, and when I do, well, maybe I’ll have to tear it out, with my teeth."

You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. At this point you weren’t even sure if Matt was just playing with you or if he was taking his role too seriously. You knew he was close as he began to throw his fist against the boxes as he walked, in rhythm with your heart rate. A decision had to be made, and quickly. You chose the element of surprise, even though the chances of Matt not detecting you were very slim. In the shadows, you waited until he was in finally in sight…and you leapt.

He was harder to hang onto than you expected with the water that soaked through his clothes and skin. Matt flipped you off him, easier than he would a have been able to if you had both been dry. You rolled quickly, moving into a half kneeling position. Staying low would be your best option, it was louder closer to the ground. You saw that charming, arrogant smile spread across his face. Your leg struck out again, attempting to separate his feet from the ground. Matt avoided it easily, predicting your movements. He heard you breath out hard in frustration. He did not, however, expect the thing you did next. You threw yourself at his legs, dragging him down to the concrete. You got what you wanted; Matt tumbled to the ground. You rushed to untangle yourself from him, but he was faster. As soon as you found your feet, Matt’s hand had taken a hold of your leg, pulling you back down. You twisted to break his hold, kicking at his arms as he dragged you backwards. You swore you heard him growl as both hands reached for you this time, before you could even stand. You flailed in his grasp, trying so hard to escape. You could not let him win. You tried to pry his hands away with your own, but your left hand was slick with blood; the wound had reopened when he dragged you across the concrete. It felt like you blinked and suddenly he was on top of you, hovering above you with your hands pinned above your head, with only one of his. You wriggled beneath him, groaning in frustration.

Matt laughed, even as the feeling of you writhing and whimpering underneath him threatened to be his undoing. He felt the smartwatch you wore on your left wrist, counting down how much time was left and felt something else on the other. The leather band you had both chosen. Not a collar, but something similar. You had both agreed that if you were wearing it, consent was freely given- he didn’t need to ask. With his free hand, he unzipped the jacket you wore, placing his hand on your now bare throat. You froze, ceasing all movement entirely.

Your heart was pounding, mind racing. What was he doing? Was he trying to distract you? It was effective, but only for a moment. You managed to free your blood-soaked hand from his grip, clawing Matt across his face and jaw. You drew your feet up and onto is hips in the seconds that he recoiled, shoving upward with all your might. Matt flew backwards, unsurprised at the force you exerted. He knew just how strong your legs were. Now you weren’t holding back, and that would make your capture more rewarding. He recovered quickly, reaching out for your again, only to seize hold of the hoodie, now loose around your form. You twisted, wrapping the material around his hands, dancing out of the damp fabric. You did not hesitate, tearing down the path and disappearing once again into the dark.

2:56 AM

You felt like you had never run this much your life. You had not run this fast since that day. You shook your head- now was not the time. You shivered, wishing you had worn more layers. You had only put on a pair of leggings and a tight crop top over your binder to keep you colder, hoping you would sweat less. You had not prepared for rain. While the noise it created made it easier to avoid Matt for longer periods of time, it was severely unhelpful in terms of keeping you warm. You neared the edge of the shipyard, where the roar of the city was the loudest. You scaled the metal bars of the fence that kept the shipyard equipment safe, or at least the city thought it did. Having horizontal support bars every few feet enabled you the climb up and over quickly. The fence would only be an obstacle for Matt for a few minutes, but it was a few precious minutes that could give you an advantage.

3:05 AM

You waited for what felt like an hour. Even with the cacophony of sounds from Hell’s Kitchen bleeding over into the shipyard, it seemed too quiet. Twenty- five more minutes. That’s all it would take, and you would be victorious.

3:15 AM

The creature that lurked within Matt had been let out, and he had almost fully surrendered himself over to it. It would only be a matter of time before he had you between his teeth.

3:25 AM

Your head snapped up as you heard the clang of metal as Matt climbed the fence, sliding down the bars to the ground on the opposite side. The Devil was here, and he was coming for you.

3:28 AM

He could hear you, taste you- your scent was everywhere, driving him completely insane. Your eyes found him, and you ran. Matt was going to ensure that this was the last time he would have to chase you.

3:30 AM

Your watch went off, signifying that the time was up as you sprinted. You had already won by default, but you weren’t going to stop running, not until you made it to the other side of the fence. Then you would well and truly have escaped the devil. You needed this, you had to do this for yourself. Matt was coming closer, still pursuing you. He didn’t want to give up either then. Good. That would make all this running worth it, just to hear him admit defeat. You slid to a stop at the fence at the opposite side of the enclosure. You just had to bet on you being able to climb faster than Matt. You started to ascend, only to be wrenched back down by him. He pinned you against the bars with his body. You let out a soft laugh, breathing hard.

“I win.” You panted, grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, we’re so far past that sweetheart.”

Matt grabbed you, spinning you around to face him.

“What are you even-” your words were cut short as Matt captured both your wrists against, bracing them above your head.

The Devil decided your throat was too far out of his reach. You gasped as you felt Matt’s hand reach through to the bar between your legs and lift you upwards with his arm. You were now eye level with him, the lights from the city painting the planes of his face in various colors. The hue that stuck out the most was the smear of your blood across his face. Matt moved his arm against your center, a small noise escaping you.

Matt only laughed, bringing his mouth to your throat, kissing more gently than you had anticipated. He reveled in the feeling of your heart racing beneath his lips as he moved to the side of your neck, biting down. The sound you made was borderline sinful, and exactly was he wanted. Your legs lifted instinctively, wrapping around Matt’s body, your hips shifting against his arm, craving friction.

“You’re so desperate already, is this is all it takes?” Matt grinned wickedly against your skin, biting down even harder. You screamed, unable to contain it. The sound was going to push him to insanity. Your skin was burning, his touch only stoking the flames. Matt pulled his arm from between you, releasing your arms as well. He didn’t need to restrain you anymore- you were all his. Your arms encircle him, holding onto him. Matt leans down, and your arms stay locked around him as he pushes your legs off his hips. His hand reaches upward, touching yours. Turning your hand over, he taps your palm, making sure you’re alright. He may not need to ask for consent, but he also knew that you sometimes went non-verbal if “you went too far down the rabbit hole” as you put it. He feels you nod against him and you tap back into his hand, already unable to form words.

The taps were code; I’m alright, I’m here, I’m safe.

He wasted no time, the beast ravenous and begging to be satiated. His hand wrapped around your throat, applying pressure in all the right places. Your hands reach back to touch him, one seeking purchase on his forearm, the other interlacing your fingers with his. Your soft inhale echoes in his ears as he reaches beneath your leggings, his fingers finding exactly what he thought. You were completely drenched, all for him. Your legs threatened to collapse beneath you as he finally, finally touched you. Matts fingers made small, tight circles that were achingly slow. After a few minutes, he pressed harder, ever so slightly. A low whine greeted him, your knees yielding beneath you. Matt stops immediately, pulling his hand away from the apex of your thighs and your throat.

“Poor sweet thing, can’t even stand on your own, can you? Reach up and hold the bars.”

You did as you were told, completely at his mercy. He brought his mouth back down on your pulse point, traveling downward with his lips and teeth, hands firmly gripping your hips ensuring that you didn’t move. Matt was eventually on his knees, pulling off your boots and tossing them aside. His hands moved back up your legs as he rose, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, dragging them down and leaving the lower half of you bare.

Matt runs his hands down your arms, over your tattoos. One hand takes its place back around your throat, the other sliding down further. A temperate moan slips from you, and he hasn’t even touched you again yet. Your desperation urges him on, two fingers diving between you and sliding in with ease.

“Mine.” Matt growls, claiming your mouth as he curves his fingers upward, thumb resuming the precise circles he knew drove you mad.

You groan against his mouth, lost entirely. You didn’t care that you were technically in public. You didn’t care that it was raining. You weren’t cold anymore, and you could swear you saw steam rolling off Matt’s shoulders. He released your throat, his hand traveling to your thigh, digging in so hard it would leave bruises in the shape of his fingerprints. You felt the heat coiling within you, the flames traveling up your legs. Your breathing became more erratic under Matt’s mouth, quiet moans signifying that you were at the precipice.

“Cum for me.” He whispered, his tongue sweeping across your lower lip before entering your mouth to swallow every delicious noise you would give him.

You needed little instruction after that. Your back arched away from the fence, and you came apart around Matt’s fingers. Your rocked against him as his fingers steadied, slipping out of you and moving up to replace his thumb. One of your hands came down to rest on the back of his neck, trying to get his attention. You were so sensitive, still shaking from the aftershock; it was too much.

“Did I say you could let go of the bar?” he snapped, moving his fingers even faster.

You reluctantly put your hand back, legs shaking from the overstimulation. You could hardly breathe as you felt yourself rushing toward the edge again.

“Are you going to cum for me again? Already? Such a whore for me.”

Tears stung your eyes, your moans fringing on sobs as you felt yourself falling to pieces once again. You screamed, helpless against Matt’s continued touch.

“Go right ahead and scream, no one is going to hear you. And if they do, I will hear them before they get anywhere near us.”

Matt tasted salt against your mouth; you were crying. Matt groaned against you, pulling his hands away from you. He could imagine how you looked, soaking wet in more ways than one, hands above your head, flushed, tear streaks down your face, and ruined. Your chest heaved, releasing the bar once again to give your arms a break. He knew you were tired, but he wasn’t quite through with you yet.

“Oh, sweetheart we’re not done. You have one minute to put your arms back up.”

You counted the seconds, wishing they would go by faster. You ached for him, and you knew he knew it. Matt’s lascivious smile returned as he heard your hands return to the fence. He freed himself from his pants, not bothering to take them off. Matt reached down, placing his hands behind your thighs and lifting you, lining himself up. He pulled you down onto his length, burying himself in you. He loved hearing the little gasp you always made when he entered you. Matthew set a relentless pace, vicious and unyielding. Your head rested against the metal bars, the symphony of pleasure spilling from you echoed through his body. He gripped your hips so tightly, the bruises he would leave would match the ones on your thighs. He snapped his hips upward, hard, being given a sharp whine in response. One hand cracked across the outside of your thigh, gripping it harshly afterwards.

“Mine.” He repeated, kissing the base of your throat. Your pulse was wild, and he took pride in the fact that he was the cause.

“Yours.” You had managed to reply, the word barely coming out.

He felt himself growing closer, but he needed something.

“Put your hands on me, now.”

Your hands came away from the metal of the fence, wrapping around his back. Your nails dug into his skin, even through the fabric. Between that, the whispery, almost breath like noises you were making, and the way you felt wrapped around him? It was enough. You cried out louder as he went harder, deeper, chasing his end.

“Look at me.” He demanded, voice low and graveled.

You obeyed, gazing down at the Devil, who loved you so much and fucked you like he loathed you. You never knew how he would know if you looked at him or not, but he always did. Your stare his undoing. Matt let out a hushed, choked noise-the same noise he made right as he was about to come apart.

“Please.” You begged, needing him to claim you in every definition of the word.

Matthew came undone, moaning against your neck. Your body was trembling, trapped between Matt and the bars. He was breathing hard against you, cock still twitching as he slid out, dripping with you. The fog lifted from his brain, and he was just Matthew again.

“Can you stand if I put you down?” he murmured against your skin. He felt you nod against his shoulder and he placed you gently on your feet, not releasing his hold on you until he was sure you could keep yourself up. You were a bit unsteady, but ultimately stayed upright. Matt tore off his mask, shoving it into his pocket and righting himself. His hands were on you immediately, their movements careful and soft. Matt caressed your face, listening to your heart rate decrease and stabilize.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” he whispered, brushing the wet strands of hair from your eyes. The rain had stopped at some point but had gone unnoticed. You were shivering, no longer warmed by the shared body heat.

You nodded, tapping into his palm. You still couldn’t speak; coming back down to earth took you longer than it did him.

Matt gathered your clothes and boots, helping you put them back on. He hated that they were wet and would make you colder, but he resigned himself to carrying you all the way back to the apartment as a compromise.

………………………………………………………………………………………………….

“I’m… I’m sorry. I don’t know what that was.”

You looked up from you spot on his couch, a warm mug of chai tea in your hands. Matt had immediately stripped you upon your return to his place, shoving a pair of sweats and a fresh, warm hoodie into your hands. While you changed, he made your tea to warm you, two spoons of sugar and a splash of cream, exactly how you liked it. You had settled on the couch, wrapped in one of Matt’s soft blankets. Matt had changed out of his clothes as well, a pair of black sweatpants low on his hips.

“For what?”

He cocked his head, confused.

“I…took advantage. I don’t know what came over me. It’s like I couldn’t stop myself.”

You shook your head.

“You did nothing of the sort. See this? Well, you can’t see it, but you know what I mean.” You reassured him, offering him the wrist that the red and black leather strap was wrapped around.

“You and I both know what this means. I hardly ever take it off because I trust you, completely. Honestly I’m blushing because you want me that much.”

Matt made his way to the couch, snuggling in behind you so he could play with your hair for a change. You hummed in satisfaction as his fingers tracked through your loose curls. You took a sip of your tea, sighing with contentment.

“Primal play. It’s called primal play.”

“What is?”

“What happened tonight, you have a primal kink Matt. Truthfully, I’m not shocked by that. That’s why I wore the bracelet, in case that happened.”

Now Matthew felt a flush spread across his face.

“That’s a thing?” he asked, some clarity gained from it simply having a name.

“That is in fact, a thing counselor.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

You smiled, turning your head to touch your lips to his.

“I ask myself the same thing about you all the time, Matthew.”

Matt brought his mouth to your temple, placing a kiss there. You loved moments like this, pieces of intimacy that were more than just physical. You moved again to kiss him, savoring the taste of him against your mouth.

Matt felt you smile, and then let out a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

You smirked, the corner of your mouth lifting as you whispered.

“I still won.”

[chaeryybomb]

nct dream reaction to their idol!reader girlfriend being shipped with another idol

anon: nct dream reaction to their idol!reader girlfriend being shipped with some other idol :) love your works btw. and thank you for this in advance

pairing: nct dream x idol!reader

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack

warnings: mentions of insecurities

a/n: dhsjdj technically my requests are closed rn but I decided I would write this out so I hope you enjoy this!

mark lee

confused boi™

tbh he wouldn't even notice you were being shipped with another idol until another member points it out

you were a special guest mc for the show and fans saw the cute interactions you had with the boyz juyeon

and soon enough fans started shipping the both of you together

in reality, you and juyeon were just high school friends and you were glad to see him again

fans on the other hand,,

mark didn't realise you were being shipped with juyeon until doyoung pointed it one day

and mark was all like

( ・◇・)？"nani? y/n and juyeon???"

he would then search up ynjuyeon on twitter because cough yeah

and found a shit ton of edits of the both of y'all

and now he's sad :((

he's sad that because no one shipped y'all together

"isn't your relationship a secret???"

"yeah but still :((("

mark sweetie y'all have neve interacted on stage before fjdjdndnd

he knows you love him and would never cheat on him

but boy is he going to be a pouty baby when y'all hang out next time

literally all he's going to say is:

"why do they ship you and him together?? why not me :(("

"mark they've never seen us in the same room before"

huang renjun

unbothered king™

at least that's what he tells you fhdjdj

he found out through a vlive fhdhdjj

it was one of the usernames and the username was like ynxyanan_shipper

and renjun mf squinted his eyes like

did I read that clearly ಠ_ಠ

he's like yn and wHO

chenle was beside him when it happened and chenle was like what's wrong

and renjun points out the username

and chenle starts lauGHING BECAUSE HE FINDS IT SO FUNNY

renjun smacks him on the head to tell him to shut up DHHSHDD

obviously he would take a screenshot of the username and sends it to you

and he's like

short king <3: do you hv something to confess to me

you: ,,, my love for you??

short king <3: blocked

you: HAHSAHS IM KIDDING

tbh you find the situation honestly really funny

cause you and yanan aren't exactly friends? you're more of acquaintances than friends

and you made eye contact one (1) time with him by accident at an award show and suddenly you're being shipped with him

when you call him the next time to hang out, definitely expect him to be salty about it fjdjfjd

"hey are you free to come over today?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask your BOYFRIEND yanan"

"renjun istg i will break up with you-"

lee jeno

oh baby boy is gonna be so so confused

he's going to be even more confused because you're being shipped with itzy's chaeryeong fhfhfjf

see you and chaeryeong were featured in an episode of a reality tv show once

and the both of y'all immediately hit it off and your friendship was just adorable

so y'all kept interacting every time y'all see each other

and y'all are now nicknamed as the 4th gen gfs because y'all are so adorable???

like the chaeryn ship ur most popular ship ever

so jeno is so confused?? like why is his gf being shipped with her??

he's like a whole ass puppy okay

you, on the other hand, find the chaeryn ship really cute so you don't mind it and you jokingly call chaeryeong your gf once or twice on live before fjdjfn

whenever you tell him that you're hanging out with chaeryeong, he will pout at you and give you his best puppy eyes

like he will cling onto you and try to convince you to now to go

it works like 13% of the time and you would cancel plans with chaer but most of time it doesn't and you would end up being late jhdjsh

but it will slowly become into an inside joke between y'all

like yk that one meme

"this is yn my girlfriend and her girlfriend chaeryeong"

kjdhkjshfs yeah that

but in all seriousness, jeno is really unbothered about you being shipped with chaeryeong because it basically has the same energy as him being shipped with jaemin

whenever y'all are having play fights, you jokingly threaten to leave him for chaeryeong jdsfjds and he immediately stops and says that's unfair

pls shower him in hugs and kisses later

lee haechan

definitely makes a fuss about it

i mean he knows that you aren't going to leave him and all but is he going to be dramatic about it? yes, yes he is

he finds out by himself because he was probably on twitter stalking your hashtag

when he suddenly stumbles upon and edit of you and ateez's san

he's like O.O wot is tHis?

screenshots the edit and sends it to you

hyuckie: yNNNN

hyuckie: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

hyuckie: BABY

hyuckie: SUGAR BUM

hyuckie: DAISY PIE

you: what in, the ever loving fuck, is daisy pie

hyuckie: *sends screenshot* ARE U CHEATING ON ME

you: hyuck that pic is clearly edited

hyuckie: I KNOW BUT ARE YOU????

you: i-

he makes so much jokes about it that you literally have to shut him up with a kiss

jokes on u reader he's doing this on purpose to get those free kisses

the jokes stop when you actually finally meet san during a game show and shippers are like omg they finally interacted

and the amount of ynxsan edits just,, grow

haechan acts even salty about it and whines about why fan don't ship y'all together when y'all have made eye contact during the golden disk awards bc he was being a lil shit hdsjhfjds

"hey what if i keep staring at you during the melon so we can get into a scandal?"

"hyuck this is supposed to be a secret relationship-"

"yeah but-"

jokes on u he actually does stare at you at the next award show and thankfully did not get into any scandals, but fans started to ship the both of you!

na jaemin

the true unbothered king

literally does not care that you are shipped with someone else

because he knows that he is yours and vice versa

and plus you love him a lot so

he finds out from chenle, who did it out of spite because one day chenle was bored and wanted to cause some chaos

boi basically ran up to jaemin to shove an edit of you and treasurer's junkyu together and went like

"look hyung! ur gf is being shipped with someone eLsE"

"oh that's weird"

"rigHT"

"I thought people shipped her with treasurer's hyunsuk"

chenle is like

HUH???

"aren't you like,, jeaolous??"

jaemin just shrugs and says "hmm, not really"

jaemin knows that you are good friends wth a lot of idols because you're a social butterfly

so he truly doesn't mind when you get shipped with other idols bc in the end , he's the one holding you in his arms

plus he knows the edits and shippers are mostly harmless

and he trusts you

so he just fucks around with chenle jkldsfj

chenle is still confused bc he wants to rile jaemin up for fun but failed hjdshf

zhong chenle

if you thought haechan was dramatic, then you better buckle up for chenle's

so you see

fans already shipped u and chenle

like

y'all already have a dating scandal

and both companies tried so hard to defuse it

see you are an mc for a music show and you were interviewing nct dream

chenle, being the lil shit he is, kept giving you the heart eyes the entire time

and 6 months later, y'all got caught by dispatch on a daTe

ofc both sides were panicking but chenle was enjoying bc he's like "yeah this is my s/o and what abt it"

but y'all still had a dating ban so sm was this close in kicking him hfdsjfh

fortunately, they were able to cover it up as someone else so there's that

so chenle is aware that fans shipped the both of you together

so when he sees you being shipped with stray kid's jeongin

he was like "HOW DARE THEY-"

calls you to complain about the ship for 3 hours

and that is how you found out as well-

literally you don't even know jeongin so you just let chenle complain about it

he goes on and on about why fans should continue to ship y'all together so when he reveals the relationship the fans will be surprised but also not really at the same time-

"should i get into another scandal with you?"

"chenle no-"

park jisung

oh baby boy is going to be very, very confused

i mean he knows that shipping is a thing between fans

he's just confused why ppl would ship you and p1harmony's keeho

like you have never interacted with him so why would fans ship the both of y'all??

the dreamies mostly tell him to not take it serious but the chenle and haechan would egg him on

"get into a dating scandal with them"

"guys no-"

he wouldn't tell you that it bothers him because he doesn't want you laughing at him, worrying over a small issue

so honestly, it lowkey eats him up on the inside

until one day, you basically force it out of him because he's been acting weird for the past week

he finally confesses about the what's bothering him

and you tell him that you wouldn't have laughed at him

you know shipping idols is a common thing in the industry and sometimes it's uncomfortable knowing it when you're already in a relationship

but you also tell him that it's basically harmless because fans can't really force the both of y'all together

jisung would be insecure about the relationship because it's kinda of his first? so he just doesn't want to mess it up

just reassure him a lot and tell him that you won't leave him

and as time goes by, he just gets used to the shipping

[bokoutoe-retired]

#93 “people like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you”

characters; bakugou katsuki

synopsis; after overhearing a girls night conversation bakugou questions your relationship and a fight ensues.

total word count; 1398

warnings; some swearing, and a lil bit of angst with a fluffy ending

「a/n」 big thank you to @thisisgreatg for being my first dialogue propmt request 🥺 this turned out to be a lot longer than i thought it would be because i just kinda started word spewing. but after i went back and edited i think it turned out pretty good!! also i’ll put in a ‘keep reading’ once i’m back at my computer!

it’s widely known and all around accepted that every other saturday night is girls night in the heights alliance dorms. all the girls of 1-A gather in the common room to gossip, snack, and unwind after a long week packed full of hero course work. the seven of you throw yourselves across the two green couches and spare chairs. the coffee table stands in the center with a few snacks littered on top. the bigger of the two couches contains you, laid across the length of it with your head resting in minas lap. ochako sits curled up just past your feet, munching on a bag of chips.

“i guess mr. aizawa did say the test was going to be one of the hardest this year, but i still didn't expect todoroki to get one of the lowest grades!” momo is on the floor, leaned back between jirous legs, as she helps her brush out her freshly washed hair.

“but still, you and bakugou did really good as usual.” tsu nods at momo, leaning over from her place on one of the cushioned chairs to grab a leftover cookie.

“speaking of, y/n don’t you think bakugou is a little mean to you even though you're, you know, dating?” ochako stuffs a few more chips in her mouth as she looks over at you.

“i don’t think i’ve even seen him hold your hand,” jirou agrees without looking up from momo’s hair.

“y/n has he ever held your hand? or even ever given you a hug?!” mina seems to find the possibility that bakugou deprives you of affection quite absurd as she looks down at you, completely baffled.

“I haven’t really thought about it too much, but it’s not really that big of a deal…” you shrug up at mina and she continues to play with your hair, twirling a few strands around her fingers.

“it’s like you and him aren’t even dating if he treats you like that!” tooru says quite loudly. the long sleeves of her pajama shirt raise into the air and you assume she has her arms throw up in exasperation.

“well i wouldn't say-” you start.

“how are you supposed to be in a functioning relationship if he doesn’t even act like he likes you!?” toorus sleeves continue to flail around as she interrupts you.

“well i don’t really know, sometimes i do wish he was a little more affectionate, but that's just.. how he is, i guess.” you’re not really too sure what to say as you’ve never really put too much thought into it or even noticed.

“if that's how you feel y/n, i guess! but personally i’d want my partner to be…” minas words go in one ear and out the other, along with the rest of the conversations that night. the girls continue to talk grades and crushes, but you’re far too concerned with the previous conversation to be completely involved.

by the time the night is over, everythings cleaned up and you’re walking back to your dorm you’re left wondering, is there something wrong with your relationship?

~

normally, bakugou would be fast asleep by now, it’s well past 8:30pm. he tried to go back to sleep but after tossing and turning for nearly twenty minutes, he gave in. sleep was too far out of reach, but maybe a warm glass of water would help him settle back in for the night. bakugou was fully aware that tonight was ‘girls night’, but who were some shitty extras to tell him he couldn't get water. it’s his damn dorm building too! plus he’d be in and out. nobody would notice, so no harm no foul right? wrong. now he sits in his room almost a whole half an hour later, awake and replaying your conversation with the girls in his head.

he was walking back from the kitchen, glass of water in hand, and passed the common room at just the right moment. when he had walked by the first time, he had paid no mind to the topic of conversation being something about someone's muscles, nothing of interest to him. but hearing his name certainly was of interest. he stood in the hall, just out of sight line and listened as the girls (mostly mina and tooru) badger you with assumptions about your relationship with him. it left him thinking, did you think he wasn’t enough? did you want more for him? were you unhappy?

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the next day was completely normal, most of your overthinking had ceased and you spent your sunday studying with bakugou in your room.

monday came and went for the most part, class had been long and tiring but you were excited to head back home. bakugou walked you from the main building back to heights alliance all the time and nothing was out of the ordinary until you felt a warm calloused hand slip into yours and grip just a little too tightly.

“what are you doing?” your head shoots over to look at him, you’re shocked to say the least.

“what does it look like i’m doing, idiot?” his head is turned away from you and he’s looking up but you can still see his furrowed brows and the cringe on his face.

“well, you just look really uncomfortable, and i don’t want you to-”

“make up your mind woman!” the warmth of his hand is replaced with empty air as he roughly rips his hand from yours, looking down at you angrily.

“katsuki, what are you talking about!” you stop walking and turn to face him.

“i said make up your mind! do you want me to touch you or do you not!” he flings his arms out in exasperation.

“of course i do! i’m dating you! but i’m not going to force you to!”

“if i can’t give you what you want, why are you even with me? people like me aren’t supposed to have someone like you!” it breaks your heart to hear him sound so broken and dejected. ”i heard you talking with your shitty friends about how you want me to be more affectionate”

“did you not hear me, stupid? i’m not going to force you to katsuki!” you feel yourself soften as you think of how guilty he must be feeling. “yes, it would be nice but if you’re not comfortable with it thats okay, it isn’t just about what i want”

“i just! i just don’t know how…” he trails off and averts his gaze from your face to the ground, his tense shoulders slump. you sigh, walk up to him, rest your hand on his arm, and guide him to start walking again.

“that’s okay, you don’t have to know. we can start off small, however you want, but we’ll work on it together if that's what you want?” your hand falls from his arm. you want to make sure he has his space until he’s ready.

“fine, but only because i want to!” he keeps walking, but he looks like he has more to say. “and because i love you and i want to try for you…” he mumbles, and you barely catch it but thank god you do. his words make your heart soar.

“i love you too, but you know you we’re doing a pretty good earlier, until you started yelling at me” you playful nudge him in the ribs with your elbow.

“tch, shut up woman.” he huffs out. you think that’s the end of it until you feel his knuckles brush yours, and then the weight of his fingers lacing with yours. you look up at him again but this time, instead of looking uncomfortable he has a faint blush dusting his cheeks. and maybe, just maybe the smallest hint of a smile gracing his lips.

[old-hyper-super-clover]

For the requests‚ what about a family trip to the beach with Purgatory Hall + the royals and MC? Like Simeon and Barbatos setting up a picnic table meanwhile MC and Luke play around in the sand searching for shiny or strange things to building a sand castle (everything also keeping Solomon and Diavolo far from the preparations for the picnic)‚ playing with water guns or swimming. And after eating maybe playing a match of volleyball sand, admiring the sunset till it's nigth time and before going back‚ playing with fireworks, do a little stargazing or something--

Feel free to ignore this and thanks in advance anyway~

FINALLY I've come to write something for this lovely request. It's packed with so many fun ideas that I kinda went overboard with it xD this means the story is so big I'll have to split it into two posts!

To Bisshitu: I wanted to thank you for your continuous support! I see you in my notifs a lot and I really appreciate it!! (ALSO I AM SO SORRY YOU'VE WAITED SO LONG I HOPE YOU WILL STILL ENJOY THIS CHAOS)

Literally just 13 idiots on a beach trip~

Part 1

MC was leaning against one of the walls in the giant entrance halls of the House of Lamentation. Standing next to them, Solomon handed MC an opened bag of spicy newt chips. "Want some?" He asked and MC gladly took a few while constantly watching the commotion that was going on in the rest of the hallway.

Who would've guessed that going on a vacation with the seven rulers of hell would involve the most panicked, loud and chaotic packing of bags to have ever existed?

Well, let's be real, MC did expect it, but maybe not to the degree that they were in amusement about now.

The oldest brother had called the others for a "luggage check" as he had been sceptical of his brothers' talents in packing reasonable items in an, likewise reasonable, amount of suitcases and bags.

And of course, the first one to show up had to present his luggage in the form of... nothing.

Yes, Beelzebub came up to Lucifer, only the remains of a sandwich in his hand (which didn't last longer than three more seconds), confused when Lucifer mustered him with an angered glance.

"Where's your luggage?" Lucifer asked, to which Beel only gave a shrug.

"We're going to the beach, right? Which means I'll only need my swimming trunks, and I wear those underneath my pants."

Now the confusion has wandered over to rest on Lucifer's face. "But... Won't you need clothes to change into, or at least pyjamas for the night?"

"Hm..." Beel scratched the back of his head while thinking about Lucifer's words. "Nah, I don't need those. I'm planning to stay at the beach all the time, so..." Then suddenly, he gasped as he remembered something. "Wait, I do have something else prepared to bring along!"

Beel reached into his pocket, and when he pulled out a hand-written list that unrolled itself, plonking onto the carpet and rolling all the way to Lucifer's feet, the avatar of Pride knew exactly what said list was going to be.

"There are a few food stands that I'd like to try out..." Beel announced, eyeing the paper. "First of all, there's one selling shaved ice, which I want to compare to the ice-cream from this other stand, but who's also selling parfaits of which I kind of want to try all twenty-five flavours... Also then there's of course-"

"Beel" Lucifer interrupted the avatar of Gluttony in a strict tone. "Go pack a proper bag."

"But-"

"Now."

Letting out a sigh, Lucifer watched as Beel left.

But little did he know, this had only been the beginning of the chaos...

Moments later, Lucifer has found himself explaining to Satan why taking 70 different books with him would be ridiculously much. Also Mammon had taken this opportunity to "lend" some of his brothers possessions, arguing that he "needed those for the beach". This had worked until his swift fingers touched Levi's limited edition Ruri-chan sunscreen.

So, as Lucifer was spam-calling Belphie to wake him up and finally have him start packing, a sudden argument could be heard from upstairs:

"... How dare you steal my precious Hana Ruri 'magical sun ray protective lotion for all blooming heroes of justice'?! This very sunscreen is an homage to the legendary beach episode where Azuki-tan got a sunburn and couldn't help Ruri-chan in the intense battle against the evil kelp-army that was threatening to overgrow the local reef-"

"OKAY OKAY, HERE'S YOUR STUPID CREAM NOW LEAVE ME ALONE"

"S-STUPID CREAM?!?! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PRECIOUS THIS ITEM IS TO A FAN LIKE-"

That was all Lucifer could understand as an awfully annoyed scream Mammon let out was drowning Levi's gibberish. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Lucifer knew this vacation was going to be one intense experience...

An hour later, the group found itself where this little story had started off. The Purgatory Hall crew had already arrived long ago, enjoying the chaos together with MC -- who, btw, had been the only one to pass Lucifer's vibe luggage check right away.

Slowly it felt like most of the brothers were ready to go, only Asmodeus was left in the judgemental glare of the avatar of Pride.

But Lucifer noticed they already were way behind the time they were supposed to meet Diavolo at his castle. So, to Asmo's luck, he let off of trying to see what's inside the pretty boy's suitcase and announced the group's departure.

In enthusiasm shared by almost everyone, they let out a big cheer:

"Off to the beach we go!"

Some of the demons had whined about wanting to visit the human world beach. But as those idiot boys literally couldn't be trusted to act responsibly (which is okay, we love them regardless), Diavolo offered to stay at the beach resort he created in the Devildom.

Looking over the endless ocean, surrounded by the equally large beach and glistening in an artificial sun's light, MC was wondering just how powerful the demon prince must be to have created all this. But they were left only little time to be in awe over the location, as their friends demanded their attention shortly after having arrived.

Without going into much detail -- the day was packed with lots and lots of fun. MC was running around the beach, playing and goofing around with their friends, only to take a collective rest and then go do something silly again. Only a few other demons were to be found at the resort, but those were some acquaintances of Diavolo's family, and the group seemed to have scared them off of the beach after, like, an hour or so. Hence, the whole beach served as their playground for whatever activity they wanted to do, until in the afternoon, most of them were about to collapse from exhaustion and hunger.

"That's right, we didn't really have a proper meal since coming here" Asmo noticed as several tummy grumbles undermined his statement.

"We DID bring a picnic basket..." Satan mumbled. "But some genius had to let Beel carry it."

The culprit gave an immediate pout. "I had to hurry, 'kay?!" Mammon huffed. "MC was already at the beach and I--" he stopped. "... U-uh... I mean..."

Gaining a round of sighs and shaking heads, his brothers however decided to let Mammon's... mammon-ness slide for once. Mostly because, approaching from the distance, Barbatos and Solomon were getting closer, their hands full with bags that seemed to be stuffed with food.

"Y-yoU BroUGhT S-nAcKs?!" Beelzebub was already on his feet running towards them but Barbatos' stare was actually enough to make him stop.

"Not before the dishes are prepared, Beelzebub" Barbatos explained calmly, but with this very weird hidden tone in his voice that gave everyone chills despite the scorching summer heat.

"We figured everyone must be starving by now, so Barbatos suggested we'd make a little picnic party with everyone" Solomon cheered, presenting the bags in his hands.

"That sounds lovely" Simeon could be heard among the general noise of approval. "Let me help you prepare everything, Barbatos."

The demon butler beamed him a smile, thanking the angel for his help.

Then, Solomon spoke up again, and every bit of joy vanished from all their faces: "Thank you, Simeon! With the three of us working together the food will be ready in no time!"

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Barbatos was putting all kinds of spices into a bowl to create a delicious sauce. Right next to him, Simeon prepared mouth-watering sandwiches.

And behind their back, there was this chopping sound. Chop reaching their chop ears in an chop never- chop ending thread, over and chop over again...

Swallowing his tension, Simeon was fighting a frown. "He's only cutting the fruits..." He whispered. "You shouldn't be able to mess up a fruit salad..."

"I know" Barbatos mumbled back. "However I cannot fight this unease that urges me to check if he's really-" He was interrupted by a very unsettling "oops" coming from that certain sorcerer at the cutting board.

In honestly quicker than the blink of an eye Simeon and Barbatos were at Solomon's side, frantically scanning the table for whatever Solomon must've messed up. When all they found were slices of fruit that, well, might have been chopped a bit wonky, they gave Solomon a confused stare.

"I cut off too much of this poor Hellberry's pull" Solomon explained. "Oh well, I'll just cut around the stem and add it to the fruit salad like this."

Both Barbatos and Simeon couldn't help but stare for a moment longer, their brains not really comprehending NOT finding an abomination in Solomon's cooking.

"Can I help you two with anything?" The sorcerer then asked.

"U-uhm, no..." Simeon mumbled. "It's all fine, we just..."

"We wanted to see if there's anything we can help you with" Barbatos jumped in to continue.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. Actually I'm almost finished, so maybe I can help one of you afterw-"

"Nononononono...!" Simeon almost whined. "I-its fine! We're actually almost finished ourselves, so..."

Solomon looked back, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't look like it to me..."

Suddenly, another voice joined the group.

"I agree! You two are likely just being humble again" Diavolo had walked up to their working station a moment ago, but neither of them seemed to have noticed in their stress. The prince continued: "That's why I decided to lend you a hand as well. This is a vacation for all of us, so I should not burden my loyal butler with all the work."

"That's a commendable attitude for royalty like yourself" Solomon cheered. "Well then, I think Simeon and Barbatos could use a hand."

Diavolo was already squeezing his quite broad body into the tiny cooking space, this certain over-excited sparkle in his eyes as he mustered the food.

Barbatos and Simeon on the other hand were exchanging glances, so immensely stressed that their thoughts were almost audible:

'Barbatos I don't think I can handle any more of this stress' Simeon stared.

'We shouldn't have let Solomon help in the first place, our kindness was foolish' Barbatos stared back.

'What do we do now Barbatos this is the only food we have left, they cannot ruin it'

Thankfully, the perfect butler was not planning to let their "help" threaten the food for any longer. "Young master, I highly appreciate that you thought of my well-being. Which is why I indeed have a request for you and Solomon."

Simeon almost barged in on a frightened impulse, but Barbatos continued before anyone could raise their voice. "There is dessert stored in our hotel's main storage. Would you be so kind and bring enough for our whole group?"

A little surprised, Diavolo agreed. He waited for Solomon to finish cutting the fruits, then they went off to the hotel.

Finally able to catch a breath, Simeon shot Barbatos a last glance. "That was easier than expected. Why didn't we let Solomon bring the desserts earlier?"

Back to mixing spices, Barbatos didn't look up at the question. "What desserts?" He simply asked.

"... Uhm..." Simeon was quite startled. "Are there... Are there no desserts in the storage room...?"

"Oh, I sure hope there are" Barbatos said. "Otherwise I will have some explaining to do..."

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(To be continued...)

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rest well my songbird

its @softdarlingjaskier‘s birthday!!! and i have some soft eskier for him!!! a little birdie kings of the bog told me that you like jaskier getting his hands massaged so...without further ado...

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ship: eskier :) (eskel x jaskier)

warnings: jaskier overworks his hands and eskel takes care of them. lamberts an ass for 1 second in true lambert fashion

words: 1.6k

editing: ye

genre: somfte

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Jaskier flexed his hands and winced as he put down his lute. Winters offered him more down time than on the road, so he could spend the winter months composing to his heart's content, working on the longer ballads that he often neglected while tagging along on the Path.

The only problem with composing and songwriting non stop was that it made his hands ache terribly.

Between plucking at his lute and gripping his quill, his hands would usually start to protest a month or so into winter. But, as all good songwriters did, he pushed through the pain, willing to continue composing no matter what. He had a reputation to uphold and Witchers to help, after all. He couldn't afford to slack off.

Eskel did not share his views.

Well, neither did Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert and Aiden, but Eskel was the most vocal about it, often plucking the quill or lute from his hands after so many hours and demanding that he rest. Right when he was in the middle of a good line too! Jaskier had lost so many good ideas to Eskel’s forced breaks.

This was the first time though that he had chosen to take a break on his own that winter, and Eskel was on him in a second.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern flowing off of him in waves as he approached Jaskier, who had been sitting the farthest away from the fire. It wasn’t his fault that the fire would dry out his lute!

“Fine,” Jaskier muttered as he struggled to close his bottle of ink. He didn't want Eskel to worry, but he realized perhaps a second too late that Eskel could probably smell the pain coming off of him.

“That’s not true,” Eskel said, seeing through the lie immediately. “Usually I have to force you to take a break.”

He didn't say anything else and Jaskier sighed. Eskel was waiting for him to admit that he was in pain, despite the fact that he already knew.

“My hands,” he whispered, forgetting that he was in a room full of Witchers with enhanced hearing. “They’re stiff, and sore, and cramped. More than usual.” He looked up at a blurry Eskel and it took him a moment to realize that he had been almost crying.

“Yeah no shit they hurt!” Lambert shouted from the couch. “If you keep fucking playing with that damn lute of yours theyre gonna fuckin fall off!”

“Lambert,” Aiden said sternly. “Shut up.”

Jaskier laughed and tried to wipe away his tears with his hands, but winced when his fingers cramped up.

Eskel brushed his hands away and gently wiped away Jaskier’s tears with his thumbs, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“You need to not push yourself so hard, Jaskier,” he whispered, pulling Jaskier’s face against his chest. “You don’t need to spend every single waking second of the winter composing. Winters are supposed to be for relaxing, and you haven't been doing much of that.”

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier muttered into Eskel’s shirt. He longed to bring his hands up to hug Eskel and reassure him that this was fine, it just happened every so often, but his hands hurt too much. He didn't want them to cramp so hard that they ended up stuck in one position. That was never pleasant.

“No,” Eskel said firmly. “Don’t apologize.”

He tugged Jaskier closer to him, resting his chin on top of his head so that Jaskier was engulfed in the arms of his Witcher. Jaskier inhaled Eskel’s scent deeply. He smelled like he always did in the winters: of wood and musk, chamomile and fresh bread. It was Jaskier’s favorite smell in the world. It meant that his love was well rested and taken care of, healthy for once after a long year on the Path.

Eskel pulled away after a moment and tugged at Jaskier’s upper arm, encouraging him to stand.

“Come here,” he said, his eyes bright with what could only be an idea. And who was Jaskier to say no to him?

He followed Eskel over to the nest of furs that they kept in front of the fire, for puppy piles usually. Eskel directed him to sit down in the nest and then with a stern look not to move, he darted out of the room.  

“What the hell is that sneaky fucker- mmph” Lambert’s insult was cut off by Aiden kissing him on the mouth, likely to get him to shut up.

Geralt sighed and turned a page in his book, but Vesemir, who was sitting on the other side of the fire knitting, regarded them with a fond look before turning to Jaskier.

“I have a salve that you could put on your hands, it’ll help with the cramping,” he said.

“Oh! That’s very kind but-”

Jaskier was cut off by Eskel running back into the room.

“I already got it, Vesemir,” Eskel said, walking back to the nest.

Vesemir smiled knowingly and went back to his knitting.

“C’mere Jaskier,” Eskel said, sitting behind him and tugging one of the furs across Jaskier’s lap. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of Jaskier’s chemise before opening the little tub of salve. “Lean back, relax, you don't have to do any more composing today, or tomorrow, or this whole week. I’m going to take care of you.”

Jaskier was glad that his back was to Eskel because he could feel his cheeks flushing.

Eskel picked up Jaskier’s right hand delicately in his much larger, sword calloused ones. “Let me know if I’m hurting you at any point, okay?”

Jaskier nodded and watched, mesmerized, as Eskel began to rub out the cramps in his hand. He started with his fingers, beginning with his pinky finger, and rubbing out the tensions in each of the joints. It was almost painful at first, but Jaskier soon adjusted to it and found himself craving more.

Once Eskel had worked his way slowly through Jaskier’s fingers, he moved to his palm, taking it in both of his hands and massaging it slowly in small, but firm circles. Jaskier couldn't help the sigh of pleasure that escaped his lips.

“Yes, that’s it,” Eskel murmured. “Just relax, I’ve got you.”

Jaskier let his head drop back against Eskel’s shoulder as he looked out at the room. Lambert and Aiden were bickering over a game of Gwent, passing a bottle of White Gul back and forth between them. Geralt was pretending to read, but every so often his eyes would flick up to the game and he’d mutter sometimes useful hints to Lambert and Aiden.

Jaskier watched them fondly as Eskel moved to his wrist, giving the tendons there extra attention. From there he moved up Jaskier’s forearm to his elbow, massaging his skin carefully.

Jaskier flexed his hand experimentally and was surprised when he discovered that he had definitely more movement than before. But Eskel covered his hand scoldingly.

“No,” he said. “Don't go undoing all of my hard work.”

“Sorry,” Jaskier murmured. “It just felt so nice and-”

“I’m not done yet,” Eskel said, cutting Jaskier off as he dipped his fingers into the salve.

Eskel warmed the salve first in his hands before rubbing it against Jaskier’s skin. And Meliele’s sweet tits, if the massage had been heavenly, this was absolutely divine. Vesemir had been right, the salve was positively wonderful, seemingly wonderful, drawing out the pain from his hands almost instantly. Jaskier couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips.

Eskel laughed lightly, rubbing the salve all over Jaskier’s hands and wrists, even going up his arm a little, before reaching for a few small straight planks of wood and a roll of bandages that he must have grabbed while he was getting the salve.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Jaskier protested. “Just what are you doing with that?”

“You don't want the salve getting everywhere,” Eskel explained. “So it’s best to put the bandage on until it soaks into your skin. And the splint will help keep your hands from cramping and getting stuck in an uncomfortable position while they’re bandaged.”

“But what is a musician without his hands!”

“A resting, healing one,” Eskel said, pressing a light kiss to Jaskier’s nose. “I’ll help you with everything, my songbird. I’m here to take care of you.”

Jaskier pouted but held his hand out to Eskel to bandage. “You better mean that.”

“Of course I do,” Eskel said, wrapping Jaskier’s hand and wrist in bandages first before placing the wood underneath it and arranging his fingers over it before wrapping it in even more bandages. The end result was a bit clunky looking and Jaskier wasn’t crazy about the fact that he wasn't going to be able to use his hands at all, but Eskel had promised that he would take care of him and Jaksier knew that he would deliver.

“See?” Eskel said, placing a kiss to the back of Jaskier’s bandaged hand. “All better.”

Jaskier smiled at his lover's efforts before leaning back against Eskel’s soft chest as he got started on his other hand. He watched his careful ministrations through half lidded eyes before the heat from the fire and the warmth from the furs lulled him into a half asleep state. The only thing keeping him awake was Eskel’s gentle massaging of his hand.

But eventually, Eskel finished, tying off the bandage with another kiss before wrapping his arms around Jaskier.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yes,” Jaskier muttered truthfully. He was tired, but at least his hands didn't ache so fiercely anymore.

Eskel pressed another kiss to his hair and laid back, tugging Jaskier until he was resting his head on his chest, and wrapped a fur around the two of them.

“I’ll wake you in a few hours to take the bandages off,” Eskel murmured into his ear. “But until then, rest well my songbird.”

And Jaskier did. He fell asleep to the gentle roar of the crackling fire, to Lambert and Aiden’s drunken bickering, and to Eskel’s steady heartbeat under his ear.

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The Princess and The Duke – Part 1

Duke!Namjoon x Princess!reader

I know I said this wasn’t going to be out until Friday, but after the Scammys, I thought I’d put it out today! This has not yet been edited.

Warnings - future smut, allusions to smut.

The first time you met you were six months old. Barely aware you existed, let alone there was a whole world existing around you. Namjoon was two at the time. A chubby little toddler clinging desperately to his mother as he tried to hide away from all the other strange people in the room. Most of the kingdom had turned out for your christening, so obviously the future Duke’s family had also made an appearance. They stood with the rest of the court at the front of the church, most of the adults attempting to corral children of their own instead of watching the Princess’ baptism.

It was only when a shrill cry echoed through the church hall that Namjoon looked up from his mother’s shoulder trying to locate the noise. Turned out you didn’t appreciate being dipped into freezing cold holy water. From then on, he’d watched intently, each movement made by the priest and your family, craning his neck to watch you wiggle in the queen’s arms. You were just so small, and so pink. He liked pink, and you were wrapped in piles of pink lace. He knew these were traditional colours for your kingdom, his mom liked to tell him stories about the pink flowers that grew throughout his homeland. Beautiful pink daisies. They were his favourite bedtime stories.

Stories of a brave king leading his army into battle. Each week he would send home a bouquet of the only flower that grew on the battlefield. Each week the queen would know he was okay, until one week they didn’t arrive. For the next few days, the queen was inconsolable, after that she was catatonic. She sat draped in black watching the last of the pink daisies wither. As the last petal fell from the shrivelled bud, a shout was heard throughout the kingdom. The king had returned, enemies slain, and with him he brought as many flowers as the cavalry could carry. The seeds were planted throughout the country, and those were the same flowers that remained to this day. The flowers that were lining the pews of the church, and the ballroom at the palace.

After the christening, members of the court were invited for a meal and to meet the infant princess, to meet you. The banquet was held in the ballroom, a long table adorned with wreaths and favours for each of the guests. You were placed in a cradle close to the king. A place where all could visit to pay their respects and your father could protect you. Once his family had finished their meal, they visited your crib, offering a gift and paying their respects to the royals. Namjoon tugged at his mother’s dress until she lifted him to get a better look. As he peered into the cot, he was shocked to find you staring straight up at him. Other babies he met always seemed to be asleep, but not you.

He wriggled in the duchess’ arms until he could reach you. The room fell silent as he extended his chubby hand to poke at your own curled fist. No one outside of your family, the priest, and the doctors had dared to touch you yet. They waited with bated breath for a response from the king. Little Namjoon paid no attention to the eyes on him, too focused on you. Your small fingers wrapped their way around his. The king had cooed at the event, closely followed by everyone else in the room.

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The next time you met Namjoon properly you were four, he was almost six. You’d been allowed outside to play with the other children of the court. The problem was, many of them were considerably older than you. None of the ‘big’ girls wanted to play silly little girl games. So you sat alone and watched them as they made daisy chains together. You tried to copy them from afar, but your pudgy little fingers wouldn’t cooperate, ripping through the stems instead of creating the holes needed to thread more flowers.

Namjoon had been following around the gardener when he saw you. Decapitated daisies lay by the dozen around your feet. He couldn’t bear to see the carnage continue, so he took pity on you. He picked a flower with a thick enough stem and passed it too you. To say you were thrilled was an understatement. You’d taken the flower excitedly and threaded another through before giving it back to him to make another hole. The two of you had then spent the next half hour together, him piercing stems and you threading them into long chains. He laughed as you concentrated. Your tongue stuck out of the side of your mouth as you focused on the task at hand.

When you decided the chain was long enough, he made one last hole so you could form a circle. With the ring complete you stepped on your tippy toes to place it over his head, nodding in approval as the string draped from his neck to his knees. He looked down, assessing his new accessory and beamed a smile back at you. The first time you ever saw his dimples. Immediately you were compelled to poke them. He didn’t stop you as you reached for his cheek, instead laughing so they deepened.

You weren’t like any princess he had seen in his books. Those princesses were graceful and dainty. You were more like a bull in a china shop. Honestly, he was relived. All the other boys were in high school, they had no time for him. And the girls all wanted him to play ‘prince charming’. It was fun playing with you. You’d run around the gardens with him, dig in the mud, and exchange the stories your parents read at bedtimes.

…

Age six brought the loss of your first tooth. The tooth had been placed in a tissue under your pillow and the next morning it had become money! You had been so excited to tell Namjoon all about it, only for him to burst your bubble.

“The tooth fairy isn’t real Y/N” he’d stated matter-of-factly, his nose turned up at the notion.

“Is too!” you’d cried back petulantly. You’d seen her with your own two eyes. Well you’d been half asleep, and it was dark… but you were certain it had been her.

“Is not!” the eight-year-old boy retorted. “I’ll prove it! Next time you lose a tooth don’t tell nobody. She won’t come I promise.” He’d sounded so smug. You wanted to hit him. instead you set out to prove him wrong. You kept wiggling your teeth hoping one would come loose. It’s around a month later you get your chance. The tooth came out in the apple you were eating for dessert. Carefully you hid the bone from your nanny so she couldn’t tell your parents. After you were tucked in that night, you slid the bone under your pillow and waited for the fairy to visit you. But she never came.

The next day when you saw Namjoon, you were devastated, but still not ready to concede the fairy’s existence.  

“Maybe I upset her?” you sniffle at him “You’re not supposed to wait for her, I broke the rules! That’s why she didn’t come! What if she never visits me again?” tears fell freely down your face. Namjoon had never felt so guilty, not even when he lied about breaking his mom’s favourite vase. He had watched you cry for a moment, unsure of where to go from here. He had made the heir to the throne cry… could he get locked away for this?

“It’s my fault Y/N! I was just jealous” he quickly tried to formulate a believable story in his head as you wiped away your tears.

“Jealous?” your voice was small, a little hope filtering through the sadness.

“Yeah… jealous. See I… uh… I’ve nearly got all my big teeth now, so she doesn’t come to see me as often. I bet if you put the tooth under your pillow tonight and go to sleep, she will come!” your face had lit up at the news. Immediately after he’d said goodbye to you, he went and told the gardener about your tooth. When you woke up the next day, a shiny coin was in the tooth’s place. You’d held the discovery over Namjoon for the few months, but he didn’t care. He was just happy you were happy and that he didn’t get into trouble.

…

At age eight you were definitely not shaping up to be the perfect princess. In fact you were quite the rambunctious little tot. Your mother became more and more exasperated every time you turned up with a new grass stain on one of your best gowns. She begged you to spend more time having tea parties with the girls instead. It was never your fault though. The tea parties were dull and Namjoon would challenge you to a race through the maze, or to see who could climb highest in the trees. You couldn’t just let him win.

If you weren’t running around or rolling down hills, you were lying together staring up at the clouds from the middle of the topless bandstand in the middle of the maze. The beautiful white stone structure had quickly become ‘your’ spot. None of the other palace kids showed any interest in exploring the maze, and the adults always seemed to get lost trying to find you. Hours were wasted with the two of you just staring up at the sky, sometimes talking about your day, sometimes in complete silence. It was just nice to be with him.

On calmer days he would read aloud from a book while you made daisy chains. You could do it by yourself now. Much more in control of your own limbs than you used to be. The summer before Namjoon was due to go to high school you made a chain so long you could coil it around the entire base of the bandstand.

…

After he started high school, you saw a lot less of Namjoon. He wasn’t able to come around as often between his homework and extracurriculars. Instead you begged your father to let you attend his football games. Each Saturday you went in disguise with your nanny to watch Namjoon play, regardless of the weather. You weren’t even sure you enjoyed the sport, but it was worth it for the smile he flashed every time he found you amongst the onlookers.

Each week you wore a different disguise wanting to make it difficult for him, but each time he found you without fail.

You melted every time, knowing that smile was just for you. Originally you told yourself it was just a swell of pride, watching your best friend play. Eventually you had to admit to yourself that maybe it was more than that, but you swallowed the crush. After all he was in high school, he wouldn’t want a silly little girl like you anyway.

…

When you turned fourteen it was time to for you to be presented to the kingdom. A ball was thrown in your honour, the first of many you would attend in your lifetime. The thought of being alone at any big event made you feel queasy. The fact that this one was going to be focused entirely on you made you ill for an entire week before. Namjoon had spent the week trying to reassure you that everything was going to be fine. Luckily, your birthday had been during a break from school so he could spend the time with you. He grew more and more concerned as he watched your health deteriorating to a point where you could barely keep water down. Eventually he came to a decision and asked for an audience with the king himself.

He’d dressed in his best suit making sure not a single hair was out of place. He marched straight up to the double doors to your father’s study and took a deep breath, more than prepared to argue his point. Your father had welcomed Namjoon into his office with open arms. He’d always been fond of the boy, especially knowing the weak spot you held for him. Regardless of the warm reception and his original confidence in his idea, Namjoon felt the nerves begin to overtake him. He wiped his sweaty palms on the sides of his suit jacket, breath coming out shakily.

“Can I escort Y/N to her first ball.” The king had been taken aback by Joon’s sudden outburst, his face showing obvious surprise at the young man’s bold request. Namjoon mistook the expression for a dismissal and so, in a much less eloquent way than he had practiced in is shower, he fought his case.

“Y/N has been ill all week; she doesn’t think she can do this alone…. And I just thought… maybe she would be okay if I were with her. I know I’m only a duke, but I just want her to be okay and I really think this would be good and it’ll only be for this one ball and…” Namjoon’s rambling came to an end when your father raised his hand. Namjoon clenched his fists as he waited for an answer.

Your father had taken his time to consider Namjoon’s proposal, enjoying the way the boy had squirmed under his gaze. To this day, Namjoon refers to it as the second most terrifying day of his life. Eventually a smile had broken over the kings face, no longer able to contain his laugh. He clapped Namjoon on the shoulder and sent him off with his blessing.

On his way to meet you in the gardens afterwards, he had gathered the prettiest daisies he could find. He found you lying on the floor of the bandstand, looking a little too pale as you stared up at the clouds floating past. He cleared his throat on arrival, making you look at him with the offer of a weak smile, not really taking him in.

When he didn’t take his place beside you, you’d sat up to look at him properly. That’s when you saw the pinstripe suit and quaffed hair. It looked so unlike him you couldn’t help but giggle. Normally Joon was a t-shirt and basketball shorts kind of guy. He had rolled his eyes and extended his hand to help you up. You took it, every question in your mind had gotten stuck in your throat when his eyes had met yours. You never did get over that silly little crush. He didn’t release your hand like you expected him too. Instead he placed the bouquet into your free hand and asked you the question you’d been dreaming he would.

“Just to protect you of course… I don’t like when you aren’t well” He’d broken the moment by ruffling your hair, a sure sign he was doing this as a favour.

He took you to every ball you attended after that one.

…

The summer you turned seventeen was the summer before Namjoon left for university. You snuck out passed your guards in the night to see him. There was a very convenient secret passageway that led from your room to the gardens. You would meet him at the bandstand and talk until the sun came over the horizon. The lack of sleep had been worth it to spend those last fleeting days with him. You talked about anything and nothing, just like you would in the daytime, but this felt far more intimate.

The first time you convinced him to meet you after curfew his eyes flitted everywhere. Always nervous someone would find the two of you there and assume the worst. You on the other hand were just desperate to soak up as much of your friends company as you could before he left.

Over time he’d become more comfortable with the routine. In fact he had been certain that your sneaking around hadn’t even been that sneaky, your parents were just allowing you to rebel like this. Eventually he got used to walking you back to the entrance of the secret passageway, spending an extra few moments together.

His final night in town had been an emotional one. You’d sat side by side, your head on his shoulder staring up at the stars in complete silence for a long time. A tear fell down your cheek every time you thought about him leaving you. He’d wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close just as a shooting star arched across the sky. You immediately had a wish in mind. Eyes scrunched tight and fists clenched, you wished as hard as you could that he would stay, or at least that he’d come back fast. But unfortunately, he had to go, and morning came around far too fast.

You’d dragged your feet as he walked you back to the passageway. Shoulders bumping together, fingers brushing, glances stolen when you were sure the other wasn’t looking. The wall that concealed your entrance had come into view far too quickly. You’d sighed as you reluctantly pressed in the stones that would open the doorway, far from ready to say goodbye to the boy you’d grown up with. You hugged him goodbye, tears streaming freely down your face. You’d released him and turned to walk back into the castle, but as you’d taken that first step, he grabbed you sharply by the wrist and pulled you back to him.

His lips were so soft as they met yours. The surprise had knocked all the air out of your lungs forcing you to pull back sooner than you would’ve liked. He wiped the tears from your face and pulled you back to him, kissing you once more. And then he was gone.

…

The following autumn had dragged by. With no Namjoon, you had been forced to invest in the idle gossip of other members of the court, actually pay attention in your elocution lessons, and, perhaps worst of all, prepare for your first ball without your trusty escort. Every time you thought of Namjoon your lips tingled at the memory of your first kiss. You were devastated when his parents had told you he wouldn’t be able to make it home for the Christmas ball.

When the time came, you’d prepared for the ball like you had every other. A team came to pinch, primp, and style you to within an inch of yourself. This year they’d decided on a snow theme. Your pale blue ballgown had been the most beautiful one you’d worn at that point. It glittered like freshly fallen snow in the winter sun. The skirt poofed out around your waist and fell just above your feet so people could still see the matching shoes with little snowflakes. It was the best you thought you’d ever looked, and it broke your heart to know Namjoon wasn’t going to see you like that.

When the time came, you’d taken a breath and readied yourself for a night of refusing advances of handsy nobles, and questions you weren’t prepared to answer about the whereabouts of your usual date. You took a hold of the banister and began your entrance into the grand ballroom, desperately trying to keep your eyes forward and not trip at the same time. Whilst concentrating on not falling flat on your face, you had failed to notice one crucial detail about the room before you, until he took your hand and brought it to his lips. Namjoon had made it home after all.

You spent the entire event together. For every slow dance you were in the middle of the floor swaying together as he whispered sweet things in your ear. Time not on the dance floor had been spent laughing and catching up. The night came to an end with you escaping to your spot.

He’d picked a daisy and threaded it into your hair, trailing his fingers down the side of your face when he was finished. You’d boldly stepped even closer to him, lips inches away from his, daring him to repeat the night he left, and he’d gladly taken the opportunity.  He’d pulled you impossibly closer, lifting you on to your tiptoes and kissed you like a man starved. You’d wrapped your arms around his waist. Desperately trying to make up for lost time. Eventually you came to rest, foreheads resting against one another, breathing hard.

“Y/N I love you.” It was the first time he admitted it out loud, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last. In fact he said it at least twenty more times that night.

“I love you too Joon.” You kissed him one more time before taking his hand and breaking into a sprint. You came to a stop at the passageway to your chambers. “Come in with me?” You’d asked, flashing him doe eyes he had never been able to resist.

“Are you sure?” He brushed a stray hair behind your ear and met your eyes, you’d never seen him look so serious.

“Well I can’t get out of this dress alone.” You’d tried to joke. When his expression didn’t change you gulped down any reservations and nodded. “I’m completely sure.” He’d swept you into his arms and carried you through your room laying you down on your bed. His coat and tie had been immediately discarded across the room. You’d sat up to get a better look as he undid the buttons on his white dress shirt, biting your lip at the thought of running your hands across his bare skin. He stopped undressing himself to look back at you.

“You’re so beautiful.” He embraced you, fingers finding the zipper at the back of your gown. You allowed the sleeves to fall down your arms, exposing your chest to him. Immediately his lips had gone to trail along your collarbones. He mumbled ‘I love you’ as he went. Each kiss punctuated by the words you’d longed to hear from him. You pushed his shirt down his shoulders, letting your hands linger on his biceps, rubbing little circles on the perfect skin.

“Joon?” he answers you with a hmm. “Is this real?” he pulled away from you to meet your eyes.

“I hope so.” He responded before kissing you deeply again. When you’d gotten the chance you’d stood up and allowed the dress to puddle around your feet.  He reached out to pull you in again by your newly expose waist, positioning you underneath him. He’d kissed down your stomach until he reached the top of your underwear.

“Maybe we should stop here?” he’d said, pulling away from you, “I want our first time to be something amazing.” You’d nodded, a little reluctant, but you’d waited this long for him, you could wait a little longer. Instead you’d settled into your bed together, cuddled close in just your underwear, praying that you didn’t wake up from this dream.

…

Everything was perfect, you stayed together throughout both his and your university experience. The whole kingdom knew of their childhood sweethearts. The duke and the princess destined to be together. The night of your graduation, a large ball had been put together in your honour and while no one dared say it aloud, everyone was certain there were hidden intentions behind the congratulatory event. The feeling was in the air, the whole of the kingdom whispered rumours of how the young duke was going to propose. They wondered how it would be announced, if he was going to ask you in the middle of all the guest, or if he’d elect to be more private about it.

But then the day of the ball arrived and Namjoon wasn’t waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs like he usually would. You assumed he would be waiting somewhere to surprise you, but the whispers started as soon as you’d turned up to the ballroom unescorted. No one had seen him. The entire night people had congratulated you on graduating, but your heart wasn’t even your replies. Instead you’d spent the night searching every face in the room for a sign of your missing lover.

As the night wore on it became clear that he had no intentions of attending. You’d put every ounce of your princess training to good use that night as you tried not to cry, humiliated in front of everyone you had ever known.

Awaiting you in your bedroom at the end of the night was a bouquet of pink daisies and a simple note that said ‘I’m so sorry’

You wouldn’t see Namjoon again for two years…

Part 2

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Hi everyone, I’m really hoping you guys like this one! I’m hoping to continue this story, if you all like this. I’m not used to writing for other people, so please give me some feedback on how I could make this more enjoyable.

“Small Things Come With a Awkward Price”

Chapter 1

Getting home was a nightmare and getting back into your room is the top priority in your mind. The trip from Walmart had you exhausted due to the unexpected heat. Looking at your phone, you swear that today was only supposed to be in the seventies. You drop off your grocery bag onto your bed and pull out the item you have been waiting to open up. The Sonic Boom season one DVD set came with Sonic and Dr.Eggman figures. Even though the box was banged up, you bought the set anyway. The thought crossed your mind that a kid tried to open the box to get the figures but luckily didn’t succeed. You opened the banged-up box and pulled the figures out and set them on the bed. Then, taking out the two DVD cases, you set those on the bed and take a walk to the kitchen with the busted box and the excess plastic.

On the way to the kitchen, your thoughts began to wonder why you had picked up the box set to begin with. It was a good price and with the addition of the figures, you thought yourself lucky to get the last one they carried. Looking back, however, you did remember that this box was just under one of the shelving units next to the videogame isle, not even covered by a speck of dust. You had only seen the box when you went to look closer at a price tag, seeing the corner of the disheveled box and its contents. Pacing your dominant foot on the small peddle of the garbage can, the lid lifts from its closed positions and you gently toss the trash into the bin, only seeing a slip of paper glide out of the now trashed box.

You groan in annoyance that you have to take care of the fallen slip and pick up the small piece of paper after a try or two keeping it slightly stick to the floor. You take a closer look at the paper and see that it had some writing to it.

‘Hope you like my surprise!’

Staring at it puzzled you. Who was this for? I wasn’t meant for you to find, at least that what you believe. Was this put in here as a joke or an accident or-,

‘Clack!’

You jump ever so slightly from the odd noise that had pulled you away from your thoughts. The noise appears to come from your room, from the way the sound was only slightly distant and lightly muffled by the walls. You take more of a pep in your step and get to your room to investigate the noise. Taking a look around your room, you find after a minute of looking to see your Sonic figure on the floor. Picking him back up you take a look at him and see that his paint job was really impressive for a small action figure. You rolled him around in your hand and were impressed that the figure, all around, was correctly put together and made. No chip marks, no lack of paint, or extra paint where it shouldn’t be. No mistakes. You smile a bit at the thought and set Sonic on your small table next to your bed. You see that the Dr.Eggman figure, however, was almost to the edge of the bed, laying on his tummy, and had his arms pushed out in front of him. ‘Looks like he pushed Sonic off.’ You laughed at that thought of the plastic toy throwing its plastic arch-nemesis over the edge of the bed.

You pick the doctor up and examine him as well. He just like Sonic with the most impeccable paint job you’ve seen. You blush a bit and hold him more gently. You won’t lie and say that you may have had a crush on the doctor for a while now, not trying to deny it anymore. The first time that you had seen him on screen when watching the cartoon, you had butterflies swarming inside of you. The way he spoke was like music to your ears, and the way that he got when he thought he was about to win was so cute to you. You wished that they had made a third season to keep going with the cute doctor, but alas, good things must come to an end.

Taking the doctor and placing him onto your mountain of pillows you take a new pair of clothing into your bathroom and get cleaned up again, remembering that the heat had not been kind to you earlier. Once done, you put your old outfit into your laundry hamper and grabbed your portable DVD payer from the corner of your room. You had gotten this for the holidays and once you had gotten it, you never put it down for more than a few hours. You open up the player and take the first DVD case and open up the side of it up to show you the contents inside.

Your mood changed to a sour one when you saw the DVD itself. A plain disk with the words ‘Sonic Boom Season One, First Disk.’ repaced what would have been the official disk. You were upset that this was a false product and went to look at the second case. When you opened that one you were greeted by the bootleg copy of the second disk. You set both cases down and head to the kitchen you grab your favorite drink.

‘Really should have grabbed this earlier when I went to throw out the box.’ thinking bitterly as you swing open the fridge door and grab a bottle of your elixir that would of relax the current mood you were in. Opening the cap and dowing a few gulps of the drink, you realized that maybe you might have had gotten a copy that may have been a gift to someone or a factory error. You put the cap back on and take a deep breath. You had wanted to watch the show and still hope that the disks were holding the content you crave.

You made your way back to your room again to find your DVD player’s disk tray opened with the first seasons stuck in the correct spot. You freaked. You KNEW that you did not put the disk is the try, not even taking it out of its case, what is it ended DOING out of the case? You panic for a second and take a look around your home to make sure no one was in the house with you. After a check of the windows, rooms, closets, and even checking under furniture, you concluded that no one could have been in your house. You take a calming breath and sit down on the edge of your bed. You try and come up with some sort of explanation. Mabey you had put the disk in your DVD player and forgot about it. You were a bit sleep-deprived due to the last week of finals, so maybe you may have forgotten? You try and relax and after a few minutes you calm down enough to stop thinking of making scenarios of how this could have happened. After getting a grip, you push the lid down of the DVD player and start up the system. Sitting on your bed, you get to the main menu and sigh of relief that it was a copy of the show and not a knock-off. “So this must be a prototype or an unreleased version, cool.” Speaking to no one in particular. You press play on the first episode, ‘The Sidekick.’ and lean back the ride.

At first, the episode appeared normal. That ended when it got to the scene where Dr.Eggman got the poster for the sidekick tryouts and when the fourth wall gag kicked in and dropped the camera away from the doctor’s face, when he picked it up, however.

“Lousy security camer-.” he had stopped and looked dead into the ‘camera’. His eyes widened and he gave off a soft gasp, and you swore he was looking dead into your eyes, however, the scene quickly changed into the next stop before he could react. You pause the clip there and lean back.

NO WAY that happened. Your brain at the moment was fried and you KNEW he looked at you. Your heart was pounding a mile a minute and you had to take a few deep breathes to make sure you didn’t hyperventilate. ‘Breath,’ You keep telling yourself. ‘Breath!’ After few minutes of reconciliation, you looked back to the paused screen and ponder on what you should do. This has to be edited or who knows what. You were too far into this to give up now. First, the way the box was hidden was now becoming way too suspicious, second the way the figure looked way too good to be sold in a box set like that, and now this? You realized that this might be bigger than what you anticipated. Your eyes connect with the figure on your bed. You wanted to see where this goes. You had to see where this leads. You press play again.

You kept watching and when it got to when the doctor was introduced it was normal until it got to the Doctor entering the try-outs. He would keep going with the same dialog but kept taking glances over to you. The episode kept playing. The ending was different, however. Once BurnBot was destroyed via growing in the ice lake, Sonic and Tails didn’t kick the doctor away from the area. Instead, they did kick the Egg-Mobile out into the distance, but the doctor jumped out, landing in the area around the lake, letting Sonic and Tails leaving the scene. The camera focused on Eggman again as he lifted himself from off the ground and into the camera’s range. This time there was absolutely no way that the Docter did not see you as his expression look of that of confusion and worry. You decided to test out to see if you were going insane or if this was just an amazing edit. You wave to him. He hesitates for a moment. “Who-” But before he could finish that sentence, a very large light appears from the screen, blinding you. You cover your eyes and try to maneuver your body away from the small screen, only forgetting that you were seated in your bed and had just flung yourself off of it. You yelp out of fright and waited to hit the floor. You felt something grab you by the waist and pull you back up on the bed slowly. Uncovering your eyes you were met with something that happens only in fanfiction. A, very real, Dr. Eggman holding you in his hands, keeping you from falling off the bed.

“Hello.” His voice wavers from either the awkwardness of the situation or the fact that he just showed up into your room.

This is awkward.

[interstellarflowers]

Professor Parker Ch. 1| Professor, Peter Parker x Student, Reader

a/n this fic doesn’t follow the marvel cinematic universe but assume that peter has been what he’s been through with the exception that tony lived, and bruce is still bruce, sorry but i just can't deal with endgame hulk/bruce rn emotionally or mentally. im sorry nat is still dead but dw i'll actually treat it with respect unlike endgame like goddamn where was her funeral, am i right? the stages of grief thing they did was interesting though. im sorry i digress, this is set in nyc (because heyo im a new yorka) and the avengers/stark tower is still a thing, peter is fucking traumatized and has turned kind of cold as a result. this fic may contain a smut chapter in the future? not sure yet, where this fic goes depends on the feedback, thanks for reading also sorry im not the proudest of this first chapter so ill probably edit it but promise itll only improve from here just not in the best mental state rn

University life wasn’t exactly everything that you imagined it to be. There was hardly time to do anything that people claimed was good about coming to university. The parties, the epic heartbreaks, and romances, they were just nowhere to be seen. In fact, there was nothing particularly extravagant about your experience thus far. You went to class, studied, and went to your internship. Your internship was probably the most exciting thing about your life at the moment, you were lucky to be accepted into the Stark Industries student internship, the company paid college tuition and only required around twenty hours of lab work a week, you couldn’t complain. Of course, the exciting part of the whole ordeal was the name attached to it, “Stark,” not that you had ever met him, but it was nice to have a unique feature like that in such an impressive student body.

So here you were on the first day of your third year of university. You lived off-campus, about a five-minute walk from the Stark Tower, but a twenty-minute subway ride to your campus. However, having an 882 square foot space to yourself was really nothing you could truly complain about despite the distance. The studio apartment being yet another benefit reaped from Stark Industries. Thank you Tony Stark, the unseen benevolent God in your life.

Typically you would start your mornings off quietly and in no rush, a shower, a cup of coffee, maybe some studying before heading off to your campus, but your phone had other plans for you today. Instead of your alarm going off like it was supposed to, you were woken up by the sound of a particularly loud car horn, and oh how grateful you were for that. As soon as you were jolted awake you shifted to grab your phone and turned it over to see an alarming 8:40am glaring back at you.

Holy shit. You were late.

You scrambled out of bed nearly face planting several times in your hurry to get dressed and only barely ran out the door with everything you needed at 8:47am.

By the time you managed to get to the subway and clamor onto the right train it was already 8:55am. Out of breath and panicking, you considered your options. You could explain after class, you could shoot an email, there were a plethora of things you could do but none of them seemed to justify being late as a third-year to a level 500 class. You had googled all of your professors while registering for classes as was common practice. You couldn’t find a RateMyProfessor on Professor...Parker? You were pretty sure it was Professor Parker, but you do remember seeing on the STEM department page that he was currently a Ph.D. student, so you could only hope that as a fellow student he would be at least a little understanding towards your lateness.

You stood outside of the lecture hall huffing and trying to catch your breath at 9:32am, psyching yourself up, you pushed open the door to the class and attempted to go unnoticed. The class was in a lecture hall despite being only composed of around thirty students, so if you were lucky maybe nobody would even see-

“Ms.(y/l/n), I presume?.” Shit.

“Professor Parker?” Shit.

“You are aware that class starts at 9am, and not 9:30am, would this be correct Ms.(y/l/n)?”

“Yes, Professor, it’s just that I had an emergency.” The lying route. Not exactly the highlight of your academic career.

“I regret to inform you that I only take valid excuses Ms.(y/l/n), please take a seat, and next time, don’t bother disrupting class halfway through the lesson.” Fuck. You mustered a quiet “ok,” and a small nod before escorting yourself to the back of the room, thirty-something eyes following you until you sat down.

You couldn’t focus for the rest of the class, it was just too embarrassing, time moved forward but you couldn’t help but be stuck on what had just happened. For the first ten minutes after sitting down you felt like dropping out of the whole class out of sheer fucking humiliation. This was of course before you reminded yourself that this class was a requirement to graduate in your field of study. You quietly bargained with yourself before sighing quietly and settling on the conclusion that Professor Parker was just a dick. A dick who certainly didn’t deserve the satisfaction of you switching out of his class. If he wanted to be like that, you decided, you would simply return the favor.

“I know, Ms.(y/ln), why don’t you tell us DeBroglie’s equation?”

“With pleasure, Professor Parker.” Yeah, you’d return the favor alright.

“Ms.(y/l/n), you stay.” Fuck that. You looked the other way and feigned ignorance as you kept making your way towards the door. About to leave, the door shut on your face.

“What the fuck!” You jumped before turning around and you felt your face heat up.

“Ms.(y/l/n), please refrain from using profanities in my classroom.”

“I’m sorry Professor Parker. I was just startled.”

“Mhm,” he took his glasses off and laid them on his desk, “Just don’t do it in the future Ms.(y/l/n).”

“Of course. My name is (y/n), by the way, Professor Parker, you can just call me that, actually, I prefer that people refer to me by (y/n).”

“Rest assured, I’m aware of your name, Ms.(y/l/n). My name is Peter, but you can continue to call me Professor Parker.” You could have sworn that you saw a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He knew what he was fucking doing, asshole. You held back from rolling your eyes into the back of your head.

“Of course, Professor Parker.”

“As you know, Ms.(y/l/n), I did request that you stay after class.”

“Oh? I sincerely apologize Professor Parker, I really didn’t hear you.”

“I’m sure, Ms.(y/l/n).” Fucking. Dick.

“Well, what exactly did you want Professor Parker? I do have another class soon.” Professor Parker narrowed his eyes at you in obvious distaste before reaching behind himself into a bin underneath his desk and pulling out a stack of papers,

“These are the handouts you missed from the beginning of the class. Textbook requirements, syllabus...Crucial information to have if you care to succeed in my class Ms.(y/l/n).” So coldly, so maliciously, Professor Parker placed the stack into your arms.

“I take my work very seriously, Ms.(y/l/n), I do my part as your professor so I only have the simple request that my students do the same.” You nodded feeling your face heat up again.

“Of course, Professor Parker, it won’t happen again,” you said with a tightlipped smile.

“Mhm,” Professor Parker turned around and began shuffling around some paper and without giving you a second glance said, “You are dismissed.” You nodded and hurriedly made your way out of his classroom. Of course, you had lied. You didn’t have another class until late in the afternoon. So you called your coworker instead,

“Hey, Harvey.”

“(y/n).”

“Wow, okay, don’t get too excited.”

“Sorry, just woke up.”

“Tsk, the early bird gets the worm, Harvey.”

“I don’t want a worm.”

“Fuck you. I’m headed to the lab, can I expect you?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You had been working with Harvey for around four years now, he was quite the impressive specimen, having attended MIT and graduating Summa Cum Laude at age 20 was no easy feat, he was closer to Tony Stark than you would ever get, he was quite personable, and you couldn’t deny that he was quite good looking. You’d never tell him that though, he didn’t need another ego boost. Besides, you had some connections of your own.

“Hey, (y/n).”

“Banner!”

“Can we expect Harvey today?”

“Honestly, not sure.” You both knowingly smiled at each other before you made your way over to what he was working on,

“Do you ever get bored here?”

“With you and the other idiot always running around? How could I?” You laughed,

“No, seriously, like wouldn’t you rather be doing nerd shit with Tony or something? Isn’t it a little tiresome babysitting us?”

“Tiring? Maybe sometimes, but not nearly as tiring as doing ‘nerd shit’ with Tony. He’s exhausting,” Bruce smiled at his own joke, “I don’t mind playing babysitter at all kid.” He fiddled with the handle of a mug that read, “Don’t be so Na Cl,” which you had gotten him a year back as a joke, but he still used it.

You really loved Bruce for all he was. Since losing your family back in 2012 during the battle in NYC, you didn’t really have any familial figures. But since landing this internship you found yourself with a parental figure again, and you would never be able to put into words how much it meant to you, so you didn’t. Besides, you didn’t want him to feel pressured about it, especially after everything he had been through himself. Frying half your body and losing the love of your life in such a short span of time was really nothing less than horrifying. Yet, here he was, smiling, laughing...You loved him for it.

“First day of junior year? How was that?”

“Shit.”

“Huh?” Bruce stopped tinkering with the device in his hands and looked over at you, “I’ve never heard of a course being too hard for (y/n) (y/l/n), what is it? Aerospace? Quantum?”

“No, just one giant dick.”

“Pardon-”

“My professor, he’s a fucking asshole.”

“Ah, I see. If he’s really harassing you (y/n), I don’t mean to overstep, I really think we should alert administration, what’s his name?” Bruce took a sip of his coffee.

“Professor Parker,” Bruce choked on his coffee, “Oh my God, Bruce, are you okay?”

“Yeah-” he said, still coughing, “Just a little too strong.”

“Okay, are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce caught his breath, “What did he do kid?”

“He’s just a dick that’s all.”

“You sure you don’t want me to do something about it?”

“Yeah, it’s fine, I don’t know what you could do anyways. Thank you though.”

“Actually, you’d be surprised.”

Sitting at your desk stressing over school work at 3am, it was nothing out of the ordinary for you. Everything appeared ordinary. The ordinary cup of tea, the familiar glow of your computer, and a morning chill creeping through your window. It was all so breathtakingly normal until there was a rap on your window. You took an earbud out of your ear, certain you were just hearing things, you looked to your window. Holy shit.

You opened your window wide so that he could crawl in.

“(y/n)?”

“Mr.Spiderman.” Still too in shock to fully process the situation you started to take in the scene in front of you,

“Please, it’s just Spiderman.”

“Oh-Oh my God, what happened?” Head to toe the suit seemed to have blood seeping through, tears in the body of the suit revealed gashes and a bullet wound.

“Bad guys. I know this guy-said he knew a medical student close by, you are (y/n)? Right?”

“Y-Yeah, but I’m really just a student, I’m not really a prof-”

“This guy, he said you might as well be.”

“I don’t know Mr.Spiderman, really, maybe I could take you to the hospital though.”

“-Spiderman, it’s just Spiderman, listen, (y/n), you know I can’t go to a hospital, it would ruin this whole secret identity thing I got going on here, and this guy, he’s probably the smartest guy I know, so if he says you can handle it, you can.” You swallowed and nodded,

“Yeah-” you wring your hands together, “Yeah-Sorry, let me go get my first aid kit.”