#everyone disappointed it’s not a boy but they couldn’t be happier

[only-one-brain-cell]

Kate: Anthony we should keep the baby a secret for now Colin and Penelope are getting married the focus should be on them.

Anthony: whatever you want darling

Anthony that night screaming out the window: KATE IS WITH CHILD

[hahaifolded]

Pay Back - John Price x POC!FemReader

Summary: After learning more about John's love life, you are determined in helping John make his ex jealous. Tags/Warnings: MDNI, Fake Relationship, Mutual Pining, Small Age Gap, Misunderstandings, Slight Angst, Cheating (not by Price or Reader), Suggestive Themes, Military Inaccuracies, Sexism, Microaggressions, Cursing, Attempted Assault, Mild Violence Word Count: 4740

“So Cap'n, how come you're not married yet?” asked Gaz before taking the last sip of his beer. After a grueling mission and what seemed like never endless meetings, Price decided to take the team out for drinks at the local bar. But now as the conversation steered towards his love life, Price was starting to regret his decision.

“Leave the man alone,” scolded Ghost.

“Why? It’s a fair question,” whined Soap. They all looked at Price, waiting for their captain’s reaction.

However, before John could say anything, you returned to the table with 5 beers in your hands. “This round is technically on the man in the suit but seeing that I had to talk to him, it’s on me,” you gleamed as you set the beers down in front of the boys. Smiling at them, you plopped next to Ghost, holding one beer in your hand. Gaz and Soap immediately reached for one as the lieutenant nudged you, almost in gratitude. John thanked you for the drink, eyes stuck at how close you sat next to Ghost.

You were the CIA liaison, handpicked by Laswell to work with the 141. Despite being hesitant at first, Price couldn’t be happier with your arrival as you brought a much needed balance to the taskforce. You immediately matched Soap’s and Gaz’s energy, eased yourself in Ghost’s reserved sphere, and made Price’s life so much easier.

But, at the same time you also complicated it as he found himself developing a small crush on you. Instead of acting on it, however, John maintained a level of professionalism with you. First of all, he was your direct superior. In additional, he couldn’t bring himself to rob you of your youth as you were closer to Ghost's age than the old man. And besides, he suspected that something was brewing between you and Ghost with how close you two were and he wasn’t going to get in the middle of that. No matter how he felt, he couldn’t have you.

“So, what are we talking about?” you asked. Ghost tried to change the topic but Gaz beat him to it.

“I was here asking the cap'n why he hasn’t gotten married yet. But your buddy here thought we were doing too much,” informed Gaz with mischief in his eyes. Soap let out a deep chuckle as Ghost let out a disappointed sigh.

“Oooh wait, I want to know the answer, because not to be weird, but you’re an absolute catch, Captain. I’m surprised you don’t have someone waiting for you back home,” you let out. Clearly, the alcohol was starting to affect your self control.

With all the attention on him, John took a swig from his beer for some instant courage. “It’s not like I haven’t wanted to. I just haven’t had the best of luck finding a woman after my fiancée left.”

“What!” you and the boys gasped in unison. Now Price was regretting this whole night. Letting out an exasperated breath, John shared his tragic story.

Of how he was engaged with his high school sweetheart, Anna. How Anna and him planned to get married after his first deployment. But, something went wrong and Price accidentally caused his lieutenant at the time to break his leg. Feeling guilty, he signed up Anna to take care of the man while John and the rest of the team finished the mission. And after a month out in the desert, John came back to find his lieutenant shagging his fiancée. Heartbroken, the now-SAS captain left and threw himself into his work. The last he heard of them was that they got married as they kindly sent him an invitation. Everyone stared at John, in disbelief at his story.

“That is horrible, Cap'n. I didn’t mean to pry. If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked,” apologized Gaz. Soap and Ghost seconded him. Price just sheepishly smiled, assuring them it was fine.

“IT’S NOT FINE!” you asserted as you slammed your beer on the table. Your eyes burned with anger. You immediately turned to the team and waved your arms. “We need to do something about this!” you incredulously announced.

“And I think you need to stop drinking,” said Ghost as he grabbed your beer.

“Back off,” you said as you pulled your beer away. “I say we call Laswell, borrow some nuclear codes, and blow them up!”

“Oh, she for sure needs to stop drinking,” joked Soap. Gaz and Ghost broke out in a deep laugh, amused by your suggestion. You looked at the men with wide eyes, unable to understand why they weren’t ready to start a riot. In all honesty, you couldn’t believe someone could do such a thing to their fiancée and teammate. As a victim of cheating yourself, your heart ached for John.

You turned your gaze to Price and reached for his hand. John felt his face burn as your fingers intertwined with his. You looked deeply into his eyes and shared, “John, I know we haven’t known each other for long, but just know that what Anna and your lieutenant did to you is absolutely unacceptable and if I could,” you paused to take in a deep breath. John couldn’t help but feel shy under your gaze. “I would get revenge for you… just say the word.” Ghost pulled you back, letting you know that was enough.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” admitted Price. As much as it hurt, John learned to live with the betrayal. It wasn’t the last time he would be betrayed so he tried not to dwell too much on it. Sure, it severely hurt his view on romance but he was a SAS soldier for Christ's sake, he didn’t necessarily have time for it either.

Soap immediately changed topics, opting to talk about his recent slew of dates and how each one was a dud. Price tried to pay attention to his sergeant’s antics but found himself glancing at you as you opted to scroll on your phone instead. Whatever you were looking for, you seemed determined.

After half an hour of Soap talking, you started to whisper in Ghost’s ear, shoving your phone in the lieutenant’s face. His eyes crinkled at the corners, a clear sign that he was amused by whatever you were showing him.

“What’s got you two so cozy over there?” asked Soap with a slight lilt in his voice.

“Nothing,” you sang. You looked up at Price. “Quick question, can Ghost and I get next weekend off to go to,” you paused to look at your phone, “Edinburgh?”

“Why?” His heart sank. Maybe you and Ghost were a lot closer than he thought.

Ghost laughed. “Seems like our little spy here found your old lieutenant and ex and wants to pay them a visit.”

“I just want to talk... promise.”

Soap and Gaz immediately grabbed your phone, curious to see the woman who broke their captain’s heart.

“That's her?!" shouted Gaz. He immediately stopped when Price shot him a glare.

“And who’s the man next to her? Her dad?” inquired Soap as Gaz handed him your phone. Price took a peak at it. His eyes widened.

“Nope, I think that’s my old lieutenant. Lt Murphy,” informed Price. He didn’t expect to see his old lieutenant look so sad. He remembered how the man used to exude strength and respect, something that John admired when he was younger. Now it looked like the years finally caught up to him.

“Well, whoever he is, he needs to make his Facebook likes private. It’s clear he has a type,” you added as you grabbed your phone. The man’s account made your skin crawl. You couldn’t believe that such a disgusting man was able to steal your boss’ fiancée right under his nose.

“So what do you say… can we get next weekend off?” you asked again, throwing out your best puppy dog eyes to Price. Your desire to defend your captain was making John feel so good but so wrong at the same time. Ghost was a lucky man.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, you and I have the ball next week,” informed Price. To his dismay, Price had been called to London to be this year’s distinguished guest at the annual military gala. John absolutely hated the event as instead of celebrating the real valiant efforts of soldiers like his men, it was a just a sad dick measuring contest between men who forgot what real bravery was. The only silver lining was his plus one, you.

“Oh fuck, you’re right,” you recalled. You grabbed Ghost by his arm and told him to hold off on the plan which made the masked man chuckle. Price gripped his beer a little tighter to refrain from lunging at his teammate. At least he had you to himself next weekend.

— — —

“I really can’t believe you forgot to pack deodorant,” you playfully scolded your captain. After checking in to the hotel, you and Price made a quick trip to the store.

“Well, we’re not all as sharp as you, love,” he quipped. Love. That got your heart beating. Despite the boys calling you love regularly, it only ever made your heart flutter when Price said it. You knew it wasn't right, but you yearned for the man next to you. No one knew but Ghost who quickly became your confidant. However, you knew that John wasn't interested as he always kept you at arm's length, forcing you to be content with just being his co-worker.

You and Price immediately split up once inside. Price made his way towards the men’s toiletries while you perused the surrounding area.

As you looked at some vitamins, you heard a woman shriek your captain’s name. You peered over and felt your eyes almost jump out of your head. In front of John Price was a blonde woman close to his age greeting him like he was an old friend. But she was nothing close to that as it was Anna, his cheating ex-fiancée. The audacity of that woman as she tried to catch up with John like it wasn’t her fault for why it’s been a “long time no see.”

Seeing your captain look so uncomfortable made you see red. You quickly grabbed a nearby product, switched your ring from one finger to another, and made your way to Price with a plan in mind

— — —

John never wanted to die more in his life. Anna, who was once the love of his life before she discarded him like trash, stood in front of him, trying to make the most awkward small talk ever.

“So John, how have you been?” she asked.

Before John could answer, he felt a smooth hand run around his waist, dropping something in his basket. His breath got stuck in his throat when he realized it was you. You pressed up against him, head on his shoulder. He turned his head to find your face a mere few inches away. You flashed him a wide smile, eyes shining with love and adoration.

“Found what we’re looking for, baby,” you said with a wink. John looked down to see that you had dropped a big box of condoms in his basket. His mouth salivated. You giggled as you grabbed on to his arm, completely attaching yourself to his side. He must be dreaming.

“Who’s this, John?” interrupted Anna. Despite having a smile on her face, her voice sounded tense, almost accusatory.

“This is (Y/N), my—“

“Fiancée,” you finished. You extended your hand out, showing off a ring on your fourth finger. You quickly pulled it back and placed a quick kiss on John’s cheek, further staking your claim on the man. John smiled back as he realized what you were doing. He found himself falling for you more.

“Oh wow, congrats! Can’t wait to get an invite,” quipped Anna. John felt your grip tighten around his arm.

You looked up at John, confusion written on your face. Turning back to Anna, you innocently asked, “I’m sorry, but who are you? I don’t think John’s told me about you.” John knew that hit a cord in his former fiancée as she always needed to be the center of attention.

Before Anna could say anything, a rough voice boomed from the back. “How many fucking times have I told you not to walk away while— John?” John’s day just had to get worse as Lt. Nick Murphy stood in front of him, next to his former fiancée, eyes wide at seeing Price.

“Wow, look at you, you’re all grown up now. Tell me what are you up to these days?” asked the man as he puffed out his chest. With you wrapped on his arm, John felt a burst of confidence surge through him. He straightened his posture and proudly shared his promotion to captain for special forces. John had to admit that it felt good to see his former lieutenant shrink a bit when he said that.

"Good for you, my boy. But I do have to ask, who's the cute thing wrapped around your arm?" he asked all smugly. John didn't like the way he looked at you. John instinctually grabbed your hand and proclaimed you as his fiancée.

"Who would have thought that John Price would have grown up to be a cradle robber?" joked the man. Price felt himself sink a little. Sure, you were slightly younger than the man, but he didn't think that the age gap was that obvious.

"Oh please, I had to practically beg the man to go on a date with me," you defended him with a giggle. Unable to read the room, Murphy continued to small talk and asked what brought you both here. You immediately jumped in and gushed about how your man was this year's distinguished guest at the gala. John liked the way you claimed him as yours. But unfortunately for the both of you, they too were here for the celebration.

"You know what, John? Why don't you and the girl come over for dinner tonight? We're renting an apartment in the city. Anna here can cook us some dinner and we can all catch up over some beers," announced Murphy.

"Fiancée," mumbled John. Pretend or not, he was proud to call you his. You tugged on his arm, similar to when an owner pulls on their dog's leash to stop them from lunging. You laid your head on his arm, waiting for John's response.

John was a good soldier and a decent captain, but when he accepted the invitation, he knew he wasn't a good man.

-- -- --

"Are you sure you're fine with this?" Price asked the millionth time as you reached the London apartment. Dressed in a cute sundress that accentuated all of the right parts, you fixed Price's collar, making sure that your fiancé looked the part.

"Yes, John." You rolled your eyes. "I don't think you realize how badly I want to see you win here," you said as you smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulders. You had to admit, your captain looked good in a white button up. "And don't be scared to touch me, okay? We really have to sell this if we want to win." John laughed at your words which made your cheeks warm.

"Of course, love." There it was again. Walking hand in hand, you both walked to the door.

"Wait," you said. You unbuttoned the first few button's of John's shirt. "Show her what she missed out on." You couldn't help but feel pride at seeing Price's cheeks turned slightly red. Clearing his throat, John knocked. You immediately wrapped yourself around his arm and pressed a small kiss on his cheek at the door opened.

Anna opened the door and excitedly greeted John. The woman was not afraid to hide her distaste towards you as venom dripped in your greeting. Ushering you both in, you and John found Murphy sitting in the living room, beer in hand, lazily watching television.

"John, my boy! Take a seat. Dinner should be ready soon," he hollered. John took a seat on the recliner as he refused to sit on the couch next to his old lieutenant. Without shame, the old man patted the space next to him, calling you over. Your skin prickled as you recalled his type which you unfortunately fit perfectly.

Before you could deny his offer, John immediately pulled you in his lap. "No need. She already has the best seat in the house." He planted a loud kiss on your cheek. Fuck. You knew John was strong, but feeling him so close further proved the man he was. Feeling tonight's host scan your figure, you settled yourself further on your captain's lap.

"John, I made your favor-- oh. Well look at you, someone got comfortable," commented Anna as she walked in with a plate of sausage rolls. Unlike her husband, she glared at you. You just giggled to further get under her skin.

"Sure did," added John as he adjusted you on his lap. Quickly, Murphy and John engaged in some small talk over tonight's football game. John kept a gentle grasp on your waist, occasionally kissing you on the cheek whenever the conversation lulled. Despite being in the warm embrace of your captain, your blood ran cold whenever Murphy's eyes trailed over your body.

Eventually, Anna called you all over to the dining table as she finished cooking. Dinner started off quiet as the tension in the room became too obvious to ignore. Eventually, Murphy decided to speak up.

"So tell me, John, how did you meet this pretty thing?" You loathed this man.

John choked on his food, realizing that neither of you had settled on a backstory. You could sense your captain's hesitation. Grabbing the hand next to you, you decided to take the lead.

"I know it's kinda cliche but I was actually his assistant," you began. "I tried being professional, but the heart wants want it wants. You guys might understand." Feigning ignorance, you looked past the knowing looks in your hosts' eyes and turned your gaze to Price.

"He is literally everything that a woman could want... kind, strong, resilient... handsome. He turned me down at first as John is nothing but respectful, but now after 2 amazing years, we're set to get married in a few months." You kissed him on his lips to seal the deal.

Maybe it was too much, but if this was going to be the only time you could say he was yours, you were going to fully savor it. Besides it only secured the farce that you two had set up as Anna had a tight smile on her face and Murphy stared at John with clear jealousy in his eyes.

Anna cleared her throat in an attempt to ease her jealousy. "Well isn't that a cute story, right Nick?" Murphy just grunted in agreement. However, Anna was not going to let you have the last word as a smirk appeared on her face. "You know what John, I always imagined you settling down with a girl from back home... you know someone more of your caliber." Your chest tightened. You really couldn't believe the gall on this woman. Before you could respond, John stepped up.

"Funny, I also imagined settling down with someone different, but life has a funny way of working itself out," John said with food in mouth. He grabbed your hand and kissed it. Your heart melted. John really had your back both on the field and here. Anna's face turned red, maybe out of embarrassment or anger. You weren't sure.

-- -- --

Dinner continued with a few jabs here in there from tonight's host, but John could care less. Right now, he was just a man in love, engaged to a beautiful woman. Despite the circumstances and less than ideal dinner companions, John wanted to stay here as long as he could so he could still say you were his. However, his bladder had other thoughts.

Price was set on holding it in, opting to bounce his leg to ease the need. However, as observant as always, you gently laid your hand on his bouncing knee and asked Murphy where the bathroom was.

"Oh, the wife will show you. Anna!" he commanded. John threw you a sheepish smile with eyes asking if you would be fine. After you assured him with a small peck, John followed his ex-fiancée to the much needed bathroom.

Finally alone, John let himself loose. He felt his cheeks warm as he recalled every kiss and touch you two exchanged throughout the night. If the night goes on any longer, John would have no choice but completely claim you. Fuck whatever you and Ghost had. It would just be you and John Price, loving boyfriend, loyal fiancé, and eventually your devoted husband.

John washed those thoughts away as water ran through his hands. As much as he wanted you, he couldn't do that to his lieutenant. Ghost also deserved happiness and there it was incarnated as you. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he found himself suddenly being pushed back. Catching him off guard, Anna shoved him against the sink.

She cried out his name and shoved her face into his chest. "Can we please talk? I hate how things ended between us!" Price couldn't believe this woman.

"Fine, but get off of me," he ceded as he gently pushed her off. Anna wiped her nose and sniffled despite not having a single tear on her face. She took in a deep breath and pouted.

"I know what happened was wrong, but I think I was labeled the bad guy without having a chance to defend myself.”

"Well, I wouldn't call shagging my lieutenant while I'm away as heroic."

And instead of owning up to her mistake, Anna blamed it on John as 'he was gone all of the time.' As John heard the woman's excuses, he couldn't believe that he ever loved her. Now that you gave him a small taste of love, despite it being just a facade, he realized that what he and Anna had was nothing close to it.

Anna placed a hand on his chest, interrupting John from his thoughts. "And now seeing you here as a successful captain, I can't help but feel bad for..." Oh, maybe she was going to apologize after all. "...pushing you into the arms of that slag out there." What. "A man like you deserves a classy woman. So tell you what, I'll come back and we can pick up where we left off." What.

Any affection he possibly still harbored for this woman completely disintegrated. He got in her face. "You watch your mouth," he spat out. "(Y/N) is and will always be a better woman than you. You really think I would entertain the likes of you again when I have literal perfection by my side." Before Anna could rebuttal, a loud shriek followed by a resonant slap rung through the apartment.

John immediately rushed back to find Murphy hunched over, hand on his cheek, and you next to him with your dress slightly disheveled.

"You fucking bitch," roared Murphy, lifting his hand to strike you. John ran forward and pinned the man against the table, holding him down by his neck. His heart broke when he saw tears welling in your eyes.

John looked at you and asked, "What happened?" He tried softening his voice, but he couldn't completely mask his anger. He felt horrible. This was all his fault.

"The fucking cunt here seduced me, that’s what happened," responded Murphy through bates breath.

Further pushing him down, John spat out, "I wasn't talking you." He asked you again. With a wobble in your voice, you shared how Murphy made a move on you. Despite denying him, he grabbed you and tried kissing you. Left with no choice, you slapped him across the face.

"Don't act all innocent. You were literally begging for it all night," fought Murphy. John was in disbelief. Was this really the man he admired all those years ago? Of course it was. This was the same man that stole his fiancée. Ready to pummel his face, he looked back at you one more time and immediately calmed down. You looked so broken. Not wanting to further aggravate you, he steered away from violence... for now.

John lifted up the man and threw him towards his wife. "Honestly, you two are perfect for one another," he spat out, venom clear in his voice. “Two muppets that think way too highly of themselves when they have no reason to.”

He grabbed you by the hand and continued, “you two are nothing compared to (Y/N). I don't even come close but everyday I try to be a better man just for her unlike you two who seem to get worse with every day. Don’t you dare come tomorrow or I’ll promise I'll make both of your lives a living hell.” And with that, John made his way out with you in hand.

“Oh please, who do you think you are?,” accused Murphy, following closely behind.

You turned around. You had enough. With fire in your eyes, you decided to spit back. “He might not be able to do anything but I promise you, I can and will. I have access to enough information to destroy anyone's life, especially low-lifes like yours. So don’t you dare insinuate that either of us are beneath either of you. Because at the end of the day, John is a great man and I am the successful woman right by his side. I know my and John’s worth and trust me, neither of you come close.”

“You bitch!” snarled Murphy as he lunged for you. It seemed that he forgot that John was still an active soldier as the SAS captain immediately threw a punch in his face. Anna rushed to the man as blood gushed out his nose. With that, you and John stepped out of that disgusting apartment.

— — —

The ride home was quiet. The only sign that your captain was alive was the gentle hold that he had on your hand. Occasionally, his thumb would rub your hand but when you would squeeze back in recognition, he would stop. His face was blank. But you knew your captain. He was probably taking the blame for the entire night which was far from the truth.

The ride up the elevator was also quiet. You snapped when it seemed like the walk to the rooms was going to be quiet too.

“Okay John, what’s wrong?”

Silence.

“John, I’m not going to play this game with you. Tell me what’s wrong?”

Price stopped. He opened his mouth but immediately shut it, hesitant to speak

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you pleaded, “John, please, talk to me.” Your captain hung his head down and began to talk.

“I’m sorry for putting you in that situation. I should have known better. They disrespected you and I—.”

You interrupted him. “John, you weren’t the one who disrespected. If anything you defended me and made sure I was okay.” You cradled his face. “So stop blaming yourself for the actions of others, okay?” John grunted in agreement, eyes looking down.

“John,” you warned. He looked you in your eyes.

“Fine,” he grumbled out. You laughed at his boyish antics.

In no time, you both reached your rooms that were side by side. Once inside, John Price would no longer be your fiancé. Before you entered your room, you called for him one last time.

“I just want you to know that I meant every word today. You really are the greatest man I know,” you said with a smile. You wanted to say more, tell him everything, but you knew you couldn’t. This would have to do. With that, you wished him a goodnight and slipped inside.

— — —

John walked in his room with a heavy heart.

Despite your praise, John didn’t consider himself a good man. A good man doesn’t pine after another man’s woman. Ghost truly was a lucky man. John just had to make do with having you so close but so far.

Thanks for reading! — Folded’s Page Guide + Masterlist

Author’s Notes: First ever COD fanfic! Woot woot! I hope y'all enjoyed this. Let me know your thoughts! Imma be honest, everything I know about COD has been aquired through fanfic so if anything is wrong, oops. Also if this has been done before, please let me know as I genuinely didn't know.

Also super sorry for the lack of British/ Scottish accent in the characters. Literally have no clue on how to do it!

I'm still a pretty novice writer so advice and suggestions are always appreciated. I plan on writing more COD fics so if you're interested stick around.

[tacosaysroar]

One of my best friends from college decided to drive down here for the holiday weekend with her husband and two teenage sons. We tapped the other two best friends in our group to see if we could make a reunion gathering out of it, and one answered the call. NFA was invited to join but had to decline, much to everyone’s disappointment.

We stayed up late into the night on Friday, talking and laughing and eating and drinking. Adelaide played games with the boys and was loathe to leave their VRBO to sleep back at our house.

As we were getting ready to head back over on Saturday, NFA called to tell me I had a package from him on my front porch.

When I went to check . . . he was on the steps with flowers.

I absolutely didn’t see that big romantic gesture coming, and I LOVED it. I’ve never been loved so fully or purely before, and frankly, it’s amazing. He’s the best, and I’m so happy.

After spending two days with my oldest friends, he got the official seal of approval from them all. Everyone loved him (of course). Even the kids were vocal about it.

I was sad to say goodbye to them last night and then to NFA this afternoon — and I’m exhausted from so many late nights — but I couldn’t be happier.

I’m so lucky.

[incognito-lionbeast]

I posted this SY’s Sister as Ning Yingying AU meta before, decided I hated it, deleted the post, and spent the past few days aggressively editing/adding to it.

Really, all of this text to explain that poor lil Mei Mei’s character arc involves coming to terms with the fact that she is JUST one person. She can’t help everyone or “fix” them, especially those who don’t want to be helped... or refuse to help themselves. And it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault for not “trying harder” to be there for Shen Yuan before he died. She did what she could.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

During her first several months as Ning Yingying and before Shen Qingqiu’s qi deviation, Shen Mei really tried her best to help—to change things. She tried; she mostly failed. She couldn’t really protect Luo Binghe from Ming Fan. Rather, though she did better than her predecessor... boys, unfortunately, would be boys. Young, teenage, jealous boys with an even worse master. Still, she kept trying. Determined.

She appealed to Shen [Jiu] Qingqiu with her best Sad, Wet & Worried Shimei impression, and sometimes that softened the blow... but it never stopped him or them. Not for more than a few days. Maybe a week or so if she was lucky & Luo Binghe’s “offense” wasn’t too severe. She knew all the ways Shizun tried to placate her—ways, perhaps, the original Ning Yingying might have even believed were genuine. She was his favourite, after all. Yet, Shen Mei knew better.

And she was disappointed. Frustrated.

In Shen Jiu. In Ming Fan. The situation. Her own helplessness. Even if Shen Mei was older than Ning Yingying, she was still just a thirteen year-old girl to everyone else. She tried to be clever, play to her strengths and the power of a Very Upset Little Girl—and she was clever, for what it was worth—but that fact remained. No one listened to a little girl, but even less when she was soft and pretty.

It was exhausting.

Crying and Anger were exhausting. Kindness was exhausting.

(Training was also exhausting, but she was just as determined to get stronger and not be the damsel her predecessor was)

Still, she clung to her Shizun’s robes (literally and figuratively), hoping perhaps she might somehow convince him to be a little nicer... a little kinder. Even if it was just a little! Actually, once she found Airplane, she demanded to know what the hell was wrong with Shen Qingqiu. Yet, somehow that knowledge—of Qi-ge and the Qiu house—didn’t change much. It only made things more frustrating, because! She! Wanted! him to be happy... or at least Not This.

Maybe “happy” was a little too hopeful.

Still, helping Shen Jiu meant helping Luo Binghe, meant maybe... they’d all be happier. Yet, she was just a thirteen year-old girl, and while not everything was terrible? Witness to horrifying abuse aside—or at least the effects thereof—she still managed to have fun sometimes. She enjoyed meeting Liu Qingge (her favourite character in her past life). Shen Mei enjoyed the budding, fan-girlish rivalry she had with his sister, too. Yue Qingyuan was nice. Hell, she had Shang-shushu... sort of. Yet, she wasn’t, couldn’t be oblivious like the original, and she saw the world around her burning. Maybe not now, maybe not for a while. But if they refused to change, then it would. It would...

By the time Shen Qingqiu had his qi deviation, Shen Mei was at her limit. She had to draw a line in the figurative sand, so to speak. So, she made a decision—to be a little more daring, a little less soft. Shen Mei was so awfully tired of being cute, of being disallowed from being ugly and angry. It was bad enough in her past life, because though her elder brothers really just wanted to dote on, comfort and protect her… it wasn’t what she needed. Especially not after the death of Shen Yuan.

Most of all, though, she wanted to take advantage of the fact that her Shizun was going to be out-of-sorts during his recovery and insist on change. In prettier words. Maybe. Maybe she could actually get him to agree to something. Well, maybe. It seemed that he’d come out of this one softer than usual, so that was promising.

....then the scene with Ming Fan & the jade pendant happened, right on schedule.

It wasn’t that she’d forgotten, but she’d been a little preoccupied rehearsing her lines that the entire thing sort of snuck up on her. Unprepared, Shen Mei gave in to her many months-worth of pent up frustration. So help her, she’d kick his ass if he kept bullying Luo Binghe. But words first. Definitely words first. Even if they weren’t the words Ming Fan wanted to hear. She corrected him bluntly when he entreated her with Xiao-shimei. Shimei. It was just shimei, and if Ming Fan thought he was being cute or whatever-! 

“I’m not scared. Or alone. Luo-shixiong is here with me, so we’ll be fine.” 

“—but if you have something to show me, then show me already! You’ve given Luo-shixiong so much work; he barely even has time to meditate, and we’re interrupting...”

A jade pendant. A gift refused.

“Thank you, but… I know what you want. Not interested.” 

Sorry, sorry. She was so fucking sorry, Binghe. Yet, a popup from The System hovered ominously in her periphery, reminding her less-than-gently about her goal here. As Ning Yingying. As the poor, sweet shimei who, even with the best intentions, could only make things worse.

"—and y’know, A-Luo has one just like this, but I think… even if he won’t let me see—maybe especially ‘cause he won’t—his actually means something. And you– you’re just mean.”

And, well, girls. She liked girls.

Yet, admitting that would derail the unfortunate little scenario they were all sharing—completely oblivious to Shen Qingqiu lurking some ways off, who was perhaps a bit perplexed. This wasn’t what he remembered. She definitely wasn’t. In retrospect, Shen Mei would realise that she’d been a little mean, too. Ming Fan was a jerk, but he was also just a stupid teenager. Though, was she really all that much older than him? Two, three years maybe?

All the same, thus began a string of unfortunate events, one right after another. Ming Fan really couldn’t stand being compared to Luo Binghe. Luo Binghe couldn’t stand anyone touching the precious Jade Guanyin his adoptive mother had given him, and Shen Mei... couldn’t intervene. Not in the way she wanted to, anyway. Not yet. She wanted to push Ming Fang down and give him an even more stern talking-to.

Alas. Binghe’s precious treasure had to be lost among the bamboo somewhere first, plucked from his possession by a jeering Ming Fan. And she was furious about it (as was Luo Binghe, inevitably throwing the first punch shortly thereafter). Under normal circumstances, Ming Fan might have backed down; he didn’t want Ning Yingying to be angry with him, and fighting with Binghe would only make that worse. Yet, she’d made it so perfectly clear. She didn’t like him. She liked Binghe. It didn’t matter what the truth was, because there was neither time nor place for her to admit to liking girls or whatever else.

“Mean, you’re always mean! Always picking on Luo Binghe, and I can’t stand it! What the hell is wrong with you, anyway?! Is this fun for you– tormenting him?”

“If you really want me to like you... Grow up. If you won’t, then—”

On the sidelines, Shen Qingqiu stood dumbfounded. Conflicted. He held a few bamboo leaves in his fingers, prepared to step in despite his own System’s warnings. Stepping in for Luo Binghe was OOC. Of course it fucking was, but had he not a heart?! Even Ning Yingying was getting into fisticuffs for Binghe’s sake (and that was something he was still trying to come to terms with, thank you!).

However, with the fight becoming decidedly uneven in the face of Ming Fan’s superior numbers… Shen Mei begrudgingly decided that the next best punishment was whatever-the-hell Shen Qingqiu would do to Ming Fan upon finding her bruised, a little bloodied, and sobbing her poor heart out. He was bound to find out about the fight, either way. So, if she could head them off on recounting the tale? Maybe Luo Binghe wouldn’t have to suffer so much. What a mess. What stupid, avoidable mess. She cursed The System.

Rather, Shen Qingqiu had only just made the decision to help when he heard an unmistakably feminine wail. Even if Shizun wasn’t nearby—and she supposed he must still be relatively close, given how fresh the gash in the earth from earlier was—Shen Mei could have alerted the entire peak with that piercing howl. She called for her Shizun in such distress that if Shen Qingqiu hadn’t been there to personally witness the sudden shift in behaviour... he would have fallen for it. Completely. Ning Yingying was the type.

Well, System, was it OOC to ignore his beloved disciple pitifully crying for him?

The System had no comment.

Even Ming Fan was stumped, paused mid-action and nearly snapped out of his rage by her tears. Despite everything, making Ning Yingying cry... like that... again, the colour drained from his face, realising that she wasn’t just crying. And she wasn’t even just calling out for their master.

Shen Qingqiu was actually there.

The only disciple who didn’t scramble to make themselves presentable was “Ning Yingying” herself. Luo Binghe flinched, wholly prepared to take the brunt of his master’s ire. For the moment, though, it seemed that Shen Qingqiu settled for asking what the hell was going on.

And that was Shen Mei’s very special opening to air her grievances. Amidst sobs both manufactured and genuine—decking Ming Fan could only pacify her so much, after all—she avoided mentioning that Luo Binghe had technically started the fight. Shizun didn’t need to know (Shizun already knew, and he even approved!). Shizun shushed both Luo Binghe and Ming Fan alike when they tried to chime in. Poser circled poser. A story half-recounted in a more favourable light, but it wasn’t entirely unfair, was it? Ming Fan was bullying Luo Binghe. That was true. That was always true. There was a fight, and—

Shen Mei latched onto Shen Qingqiu, freezing him in place.

She begged Shizun not to be mad at Luo Binghe, as she’d done many times before. It only worked sometimes, but tonight she was acting especially Sad & Wet. Preying on his favouritism. Still frustrated, but no less determined. Rather against her character, Shen Qingqiu noted to himself, Ning Yingying had the presence of mind to admit out loud that she was the one who dragged Luo Binghe into this mess. Maybe the girl had some braincells after all. Still— to ask for punishment in his stead?

Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you sister?!

Shen Qingqiu—that was to say: the original version—had only ever dared lay a hand on Ning Yingying to try... Ahem. Either way, even in their second lives, the completely oblivious brother-sister pair still managed to enable each other. In this case, Shen Yuan’s sister enabled him to bemuse The System with a lighter punishment. All the while, he still kept up his aloof persona, stiffly extricating himself from Shen Mei’s grasp, thoroughly unsure where to put his hands, and scanning the remaining disciples impassively.

He then turned to Luo Binghe, who dipped his head in one part shame, one part ill-begotten respect. Shen Qingqiu’s heart twisted, but he could sense The System dying to send him another message in those infernal brackets of theirs. Even so, his voice still faintly softened when he addressed his poor, beleaguered disciple.

With Ning Yingying watching, of course Shen Qingqiu couldn’t be too awful to Luo Binghe. That was just science! In truth, neither his nor Ming Fan’s punishments were much harsher than finishing chores and silent reflection. Perhaps he also let slip a few scathing words to Ming Fan’s posse for their lack of form. If it weren’t for their overwhelming numbers… it almost seemed like Ning Yingying, of ALL people, could’ve beaten them.

That definitely shouldn’t happen, so the scolding was well-deserved. Something was clearly wrong. Yet, The System had no answers for him.

(Shen Mei paled, unable to enjoy any schadenfreude gained from their embarrassment. If shizun saw that much of the fight, then why–? She tried optimism. Maybe Shizun just didn’t care that she’d omitted details. Or maybe he hadn’t, she was overthinking, and Shen Qingqiu was judging things based on their collective injuries. Well, whatever the reason was…)

When at last Luo Binghe and the other disciples dispersed to accept punishment, Shen Qingqiu’s own departure was disrupted by Ning Yingying— a Ning Yingying that looked to him with renewed resolve. A Ning Yingying who had the gall not to immediately do as told. Instead, so long as Shizun was here and relatively amiable, she thought… there probably wouldn’t be a better time to try words again. So, she gripped onto Shen Qingqiu’s sleeve, holding him [temporarily] hostage. 

Didn’t she know what this man was capable of?! If the two of them were left alone, then–

Well, fine.

He, the magnificent transmigrated poser, wouldn’t do anything to Ning Yingying. So, she wasn’t in any real danger, but still-! Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help mentally scolding her naivety regardless. But what did she want? She claimed it was important, wringing his sleeve in her bruised, little hands. It was about Binghe. His heart ached.

“Shizun, I know you’re disappointed in Luo-shixiong, and that’s why you’re so strict with him… His cultivation isn’t very good, but he tries– he really works so hard! And it’s not his fault!”

She, of course, knew that wasn’t why he was disappointed. And he, of course, knew exactly how wrong her words were. Yet, assuming this was still the original—

“Ming Fan, he must have switched them… I thought something looked funny, so I asked Shang-shushu to look at Luo-Shixiong’s cultivation manual. It’s fake.”

—then she couldn’t definitely accuse the real Shen Qingqiu, no matter how much it was absolutely HIS fault and she knew it.

(Sorry, Ming Fan, but it’s not like their master ever actually punished him for picking on Binghe, so…)

Anyway, accusing Shizun would be suicide! Or murder. Probably murder. As it was, Shen Mei knew the tightrope she walked was impossibly thin, especially when she was lying about Shang Qinghua’s involvement, too. Well, she didn’t NEED to ask him. She already knew it was fake! She read the damned novel. Yet, there was no way that Ning Yingying could possibly know that on her own, so… Airplane was her backup. Hopefully, he’d “Yes, and–” her later…

Still. This was her chess match, her game of poker. Her bluff. 

And all against the wrong man.

“Please, Shizun… You have to do something! He could die!”

Even if it only meant switching the fake manual for a real one, she just wanted something to happen. One good deed… and she’d keep trying, little by little, to push for more. Maybe it’d backfire. Maybe, she lamented, he’d just take it out on Binghe again, rendering her attempt to help either of them completely pointless. Yet, she had accountability on her side this time! Shang Qinghua was getting involved whether he liked it or not. And, the truth was that Shen Qingqiu would take his anger out on Luo Binghe regardless of anything she did. He’d find a reason. But was she so wrong to hope things could get better? At least superficially? A little?

Or maybe she’d just burn herself out again.

Shen Qingqiu stared.

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. How could Ning Yingying be this far off-script?! Though her information was slightly off, she shouldn’t know any of this yet. Was this some sort of bastardized butterfly effect? No, no that wasn’t possible; he’d hardly done anything in this world, and yet… Well, whatever the hell it was-! Even though Ning Yingying was woefully wrong about her [former] Shizun’s disposition, her argument wasn’t without merit. After all, what could he do? Oh, how unfortunate it was that The System couldn’t penalize him this time, either.

What could Shen Qingqiu do when Ning Yingying was imploring him like this? When there was another witness? If he handed Luo Binghe a second fake cultivation novel, then surely… Ning Yingying was nosy enough to find out. Nosy enough to ask—to enlist that greasy An Ding sleazeball to help her, apparently. Honestly, of all the other Peak Lords, why’d she have to involve that guy?

Whatever. He was involved. Shen Qingqiu fell for the lie.

It was a very comfortable lie. A very convenient one.

(Though he suspected that The System would stop accepting Ning Yingying as an excuse sooner or later, that was a problem for the future. Right now he’d accept any reason not to dig his—that was: Shen Qingqiu’s—grave any deeper.)

So, he said a few precious words.

“I see… then allow this master to handle it.”

Was it… really that easy? She’d rehearsed for several different situations, for wheedling and clinging and bartering. Yet— He’d handle it? Forgive her disbelief—frankly, she was astonished by his lack of argument—but she couldn't let it go just yet. Shen Mei insisted. He had to promise, and she wouldn’t let him go until he did! Ning Yingying was stubborn and childish like that, but that’s what worked. Mostly. Kind of. Because, as much as she’d like to, she wasn’t allowed to get visibly angry with him like she’d been with Ming Fan. She was the favourite, but how long would that favouritism last if she “betrayed” him?

(How exhausting…)

Shen Qingqiu feigned offense. “Do these master’s words mean nothing?”

Yet, he’d first need to consult Shang Qinghua to be sure. (–even if he’d rather not. Yet, he could only get away with avoiding one of them…)

—and then Ming Fan. (which he wouldn’t, but he had to say so. They both knew that.)

What actually happened, however, was that Shen Qingqiu cordially invited himself to pay Shang Qinghua a visit—not because he needed to know if what she said was true. It definitely was, save for the culprit. But because Shen Qingqiu was much more troubled that, apparently, Shang Qinghua and Ning Yingying—(he’d asked a few An Ding disciples along the way)—had become somewhat & rather suspiciously close of late. Even Ming Fan would confirm for him later that she’d appointed herself the official gofer for anything An Ding related.

Shang Qinghua, on the other hand, blithely disagreed. Not with the cultivation manual situation (though it took him a moment to catch on). His disagreement was with his alleged friendship, and it was exactly proportional to how much he didn’t want Shen Qingqiu getting on his ass for paying any sort of special attention to “Ning Yingying”… 

Yet, in the end?

It was because Peerless Cucumber wasn’t the Original Shen Qingqiu that Luo Binghe positively benefited from her meddling at all. Binghe was confused, shocked even, but tepidly hopeful. In time, Shizun would hand him a new, proper cultivation manual. Something special just for him (albeit said in such an obtuse, aloof manner that he couldn’t be docked for OOC). Shen Qingqiu made no mention of Ming Fan or the allegations against him. And so long as Luo Binghe was happy..? Neither did Shen Mei.

[jemsbitch]

My chain of thorn thoughts (obviously cot spoilery)

Okay first of all: it was disappointing. Tlh was so hyped up I don’t think it could have ever lived up to its expectations. And the biggest problem is it huge cast of main characters that cassie couldn’t really develop and focus on everyone. And the fact that it’s set in the past, she is very limited by what she can do with it so that’s already all not of to a good start.

Now cot. I know she changed it to make it happier but honestly I’d much rather a realistic heartbreaking cot than this.

I’m not saying it’s very bad. The writing is still the same cassie writing. It’s the plot. The way everything shifts too fast or is dragged on too long.

Okay now let’s actually discuss cot:

Cordelia, James and Matthew:

The beginning of cordelia and Matthew in Paris was so good. I wanted and dreaded them kissing. And the most unexpected part for me in the entire cot is James in the room just when they were making out (I kind of what to find out what would have happened if James wasn’t there but then I feel like cordelia would have regretted it so much so I’m glad it didn’t go on)

And then James not telling cordelia is dumb as fuck. But then in my opinion it was in character? (But also it’s dragged on for too long that it just makes it frustrating. But i guess the theme in tlh is miscommunication so what did we expect) And lucie was right. But cordelia and James are too proud and they both could not see it and refused to be seen as weak

Proud of cordelia for having the conversation with Matthew no matter how hard it was (“am I hard to love?” Broke me made me feel as bad as cordelia felt)

Matthew FINALLY addressing his alcoholism and Alastair helping and it being realistic and all his friends there to help makes me so damn happy

I’m glad cassie didn’t shove a love interest at Matthew

I like how James and Matthew friendship have the time to mend (and cordelia and Lucie friendship too)

Lucie and Jesse:

Can’t think of anything bad about them to say

Cassie did give them many scenes so that’s a win for luciejesse fans

(Not really a ship I care about so idk what else to say about it except I can’t find a problem or anything especially good to say about so)

Oh I like their subplot like the problem with Lucie touching him and stuff and the way their relationship are honestly they are just very good

Grace:

Favourite Grace in tlh so far

You can see how much she has grew and changed as a character and honestly I feel so bad for her but I do not blame anyone’s reaction towards her at all

So proud of the tlh characters for treating her accordingly

I just like her in cot lol

Proud of her for having the guts to tell Jesse knowing he will hate her forever

Christopher:

Let me be brutally honest

I’m glad it was Christopher (as I only care about Alastair)

Because all the other characters are fan favourites or not that important

Think about it. Cassie cant kill Matthew James or cordelia, she cant kill tid characters. She absolutely cannot kill thomastairs. She cannot kill lucie and Jesse as well. I guess she could have killed Charles but then the impact will be nothing. Or Anna and Ariadne but I don’t think she will kill off a lesbian couple and Anna is an icon so. So of course it will be christopher

but honestly I feel so bad for Christopher stans

Like boy he is given dogshit

Literally he wasn’t even mention that much after the grief part and he was like briefly mentioned in epilogue but not really

We didn’t see his parents reaction to his death

And cordelia was way too focus on Matthew and James (understandable for her) then Christopher in the grief part, taking away most of the focus

I get how the book is already way too long (even tho I feel like it’s dragged on I feel like so many more things should have been included but at the same time idk what could have been cut) but Christopher does deserve better (even from a person that does not care about him I just feel bad)

Anyways rip to Christopher and his fans. Thoughts and prayers with you😔

Thomastairs:

Literally perfection

Cassie saw how mad we were about the lack of thomastairs in coi and apologised to us LMAO

We got everything we wanted and everything we could ever need (I mean Obv I wouldn’t mind more thomastairs scenes BUT I understand how she already gave us so much and we cannot be too greedy now can we)

I love Thomas lightwood so fucking much (before I only care about him for Alastair but he is so goddam cute)

Thomas lightwood is literally the only character that did not hide his feelings at all throughout cot (even in coi he didn’t hide it from Alastair (he just didn’t tell the others but he aren’t obliged to so)

He keeps confessing and reassuring Alastair no matter how many times Alastair makes excuses and doubts them

He spoke Farsi to Alastair. Thomas lightwood spoke Alastair’s mother tongue to him.

All the kisses and dialogues and scenes with them is just perfection

Alastair is as witty and useful as ever and Thomas is so nervous and cute and not him being one of the only ones grieving for Christopher

Anyways can you tell how much I just love them

Now the fucking plot:

It’s such a typical cliche ya plot that yeah it make sense for a ya book and i guess in some ways it is fathomable but at the same time it’s cheap it’s predictable it’s nothing unusual or exciting

It’s like the book cannot decide between being an action focus and character focus so it’s just a weird uncomfortable mixture between the two

And because readers have so much expectations because it’s about characters we already know and love and that’s why cassie had to be so careful

Ngl, I feel like she did her best with the limits she have (that she sets for herself in her previous books and shit)

But I just want the sadder version (unless it’s sad for thomastairs then im glad it’s this version)

(I didn’t mention ari and Anna because idk what else to say for them except same as how I feel about Lucie and Jesse)

I cannot say im satisfied but I also cant say im disappointed. More like I expected this and it’s just what I expected and it’s disappointing that it didn’t surprise or exceed my expectations

So yeah this is my cot thoughts.

Am I happy with cot? Not really? Am I disappointed? Maybe? Am I glad/relieved about the ending? Yeah

[romantickiller111]

Romantic Killer – Prom King & Queen

By Sarah Stephenson

CHAPTER 8 SAVE THE LAST DANCE

What shall I do? “Help me somebody” I screamed, “Somebody, Anybody please help”.

Fuuto chuckled evilly. “Scream all you like Anzu” Fuuto said, “No one can hear you with all that loud music going on. Speak of music you owe me a dance as I recall.”

“No I don’t” I yelled, “I didn’t agree to this.”

“So I saw on the stage.” Fuuto said. “I saw the look of horror when you heard me announce you as Prom Queen. Not once did I see who the real winner was in the envelope.” I know it. “Now I have you all to myself.”

I continued to scream and begged Fuuto to let me go.

“You look so beautiful when you’re angry or scared. By the time we’re done you will be screaming for more.”

Suddenly a fist appeared and knocked Fuuto to the floor. It was Junta. Soon enough Saka, Makoto, Tsukasa, Hijiri and Hijiri’s chauffeur Mr Tsuchiya appeared beside him.

“How did you guys find me?” I asked.

“Mr Tsuchiya notified me” Hijira replied.

“Yes, Miss” Mr Tsuchiya nodded. He then handed me my tiara that I dropped, “I believe this is your”.

“Thank you Mr Tsuchiya” I said.

Fuuto groaned in pain behind me.

“Mr Koganei” Mr Tsuchiya said looking over to Hijiri, “What do you wish me to do with young Mr Fuuto?” Hijiri stared hard at the pop idol and thinking hard.

“Have him escorted back to his limo” Hijiri answered then he addressed Fuuto on the floor.

“If I see you anywhere near Miss Hoshino again I will see you sued for every penny you’ve got.”

Fuuto was helped off the floor by Mr Tsuchiya and Junta, and then he made his way to the back stage exit with Mr Tsuchiya following closely behind. I let out a huge sigh of relief.

As we headed back to the dance floor I put a hand on Saka’s hand.

“I believe you deserve this more than me” I said as I placed the tiara on Saka’s head.

“No, you won this” Saka objected, “You should have it.”

“No” I shook my head, “The best woman won. Congratulation, Saka.”

Saka started to cry tears of joy. “I don’t know what to say, Anzu?”

“I know” Matoko interjected, “let’s dance.”

Matoko pulled the speechless Saka onto the dance floor. I couldn’t be happier for her for getting my crown. I then turned to my three escorts.

“Thanks guys” I said, “For everything.”

I pulled the three of them into a bear hug. We all laughed and smiled; glad to be together this night. Then the principal appeared back on stage.

“Ok, this is the last dance for this evening so enjoy it everyone” said the principal.

“Anzu” Junta, Tsukasa and Hijiri said at the same time.

Oh no. Who should I dance with? Junta? Tsukasa? Or Hijiri?

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. It better not be Fuuto I thought groaning. I turned and saw that it was Rio.

“May I have this dance?” Rio asked.

I grinned and turned to my escorts.

“Go for it” Tsukasa said.

“Yeah, Anzu” Junta said, “Rio’s got this.”

“I don’t approve of Rio” Hijiri said, “but he makes a good strong impression.”

So Rio and I had the final dance that night.

While dancing with Rio I realised that I still had to figure out, if I fell in love with anyone, what would become of Riri. Would this mean an end to her? A tear ran down my cheek.

“Why are you crying Anzu?” Rio asked, “this is unusual & unlike you.”  

“I failed” I whispered, “You said I would fall in love with the Prom King but along the way I was caught in Fuuto’s web. I’ve been subject to rumours; nearly lost three of my closest friends and on prom night got abducted by the Playboy Prince. Tsukasa was the only one who came close to expressing his feelings and I still can’t work out if I love him. I failed you and I failed myself.”

Instead of feeling disappointed or upset, Riri smiled and chuckled.

“Is that what’s troubling you Anzu?” Rio asked as he continue to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” I replied.

“I lied to you Anzu,” Rio said. “My boss’s plan was to test your love with each of the boys on their love monitor. And your effects proved to be very fruitful. From the moment Tsukasa rescued you from dancing with Fuuto, Junta rescuing you from Fuuto and Hijira ejecting him from Prom, your heart was pounding hard. You must had felt it, didn’t you Anzu?”

I didn’t realise. “So all this time Fuuto was part of your boss’s plan?” I asked.

“Sadly yes, Anzu,” Rio replied. “They are sorry for putting you in this horrible predicament. They didn’t realise the danger they put you in. I wanted to step in to help you like last time but they told me not to interfere.”

“So it’s over,” I said, “but what has it gotten me in the end? I still haven’t worked out who I love.”

Rio placed his hand on my heart. “Your heart will know in time” Rio said as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. My three escorts approached me.

“So is Riri staying or going?” Junta asked.

Suddenly a letter appeared in my hands, which reads only one word:

Staying!

I sighed with relief and turned back to them. “Riri is staying,” I said with a smile.

Tsukasa placed his hand on my shoulder.

“So are you ready to go home?” he asked.

I then nodded. Yes, I’ve had enough excitement for tonight. It’s time to go home.

Back at my house I rested on the couch, I Phone in hand and still wearing my prom dress. Mum texted me to see how Prom went. I told her it was all good leaving out the incident with Fuuto. The less said the better. Junta decided to turn in because of Baseball Practise and Tsukasa was fixing himself a midnight snack for himself. “Why are you still up?” Tsukasa asked walking over, still wearing his tux.

“I’m not tired, yet” I lied letting out a tiny yawn.

“This is déjà vu” he said sitting down on the couch with me.

“What is?” I asked.

“Don’t you remember Anzu?” Tsukara continued. “We were stuck inside during a horrible storm and you suggested that I spend the night here. We played some games. I beat you at Luck and then you fell asleep on my lap.”

How could I not forget that night and not realise where it would lead me?

“Man, you snored really loudly that night” Tsukara joked.

“Hey, I’ll have you know, I snore a pretty normal amount for a teenage girl” I yelled not realising that Tsukara was only joking.

“The point is” Tsukara continued, “If I had never met you, I would never have known.”

“Known what?” I asked.

“Those feelings I felt for you” he said then he leant in and kissed me.

Suddenly I started to feel a warmth through-out my body. It felt amazing and I realised that I was lucky to have Tsukara in my life. At different times we both saved each other’s lives and had grow from the experience. A new terrifying thought then appeared in my mind. What to tell Junta, Saka, Hijiri and Matoko tomorrow?

THE END

[allxthingsxglxtter]

Look who just woke up- is that CÉSAR DOMBOY? No, I must have been mistaken, that’s OLIVIER DUBOIS from MARVEL (OC). I heard they are 27 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, he still gives off a/an BOOKS ALWAYS AT HIS FINGERTIPS, CONFIDENCE IN HIMSELF, RULES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN, FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT  impression. In Sydney they work as a PHILOSOPHY PROFESSOR. They’re known to be quite ACCEPTING AND FRIENDLY, but have a tendency to be RUTHLESS & RECKLESS on their bad days

Gender/Pronouns : 

He/Him

How long have they been in Sydney : 

He’s only been in Sydney a couple of months.

Which suburb do they live in? 

Olivier has a place in Mosman.

Personality description (in your own words) : 

He is genuinely a warm person. patient and as kind as he can be with people he meets.  He’s hyper-observant, and can sometimes make incorrect assumptions about people because of that, but most of the time he’s honestly pretty accurate.  Olivier honestly just tries to lighten the mood and help others enjoy life and laugh about things.  As people get closer to him they find someone who loves deeply, but is less careful with himself than he is with others.  He’s lonely, and misses his family, but tends not to bother others with those sad parts of himself.  He’s a patient teacher, and loves a good debate about literature and philosophy. 

Memories of their real life : 

Olivier grew up in a small town in France with two loving parents and three younger brothers.  From when he was little he knew he was supposed to look out for his siblings, and spent a good portion of his time playing with Yves and his other brothers as well as helping out around their house.  He grew up religious, And also knew from a young age that the feelings he had towards some of the other boys in his class weren’t something his priest or his family would be particularly happy about, and he had resigned himself to just being single by the time he’d reached fourteen.  He’d hoped his attentions would turn to women by then but when they didn’t, Olivier just resigned himself to a life of solitude.  In any case he knew he would always have his family, Olivier devoting most of his free-time outside of studying to helping them out around the house and being with his brothers.

His outlook did end up changing when he got to university, and while there he discovered he wasn’t alone.  It was a quiet group, but Olivier had found people who accepted him, and shared the same attractions.  Olivier couldn’t remember being so relaxed, enjoying his studies as well as learning more about himself. It was during this time that he met Andre.  He was older than Olivier by a year, but something about him just drew Olivier to him and they clicked, the two in love and dating quietly by the end of Olivier’s first year.  Olivier couldn’t remember a time where he’d been happier, and for a moment, he had hope of a future.  He still spent plenty of time at home, the university not far from where they lived, but there was a marked difference in how much happier he was at school, even if Olivier had to avoid his parents and brothers asking fairly often about the girl he must’ve met to make him as bright as he was.  

Things went on like this until the end of Olivier’s 3rd year, the same time that Andre was graduating.  Andre offered to take him home, and Olivier was blindsided on the drive with the other man telling him they had to break up.  That they couldn’t be together as they were publicly, and he had his career to think of.  That Olivier wasn’t enough to fight for and be with, no matter how happy they were together.  The car stopped a block down the street from Olivier’s home, the man having not spoken the entire time Andre was explaining as he tried to process what was happening.  But Andre had saved the most vital piece of information for last.  He was engaged to the daughter of one of his parent’s friends, and he was to be wed at the end of the upcoming week.  Olivier lost it right then, angry Andre had kept such a secret and was breaking his heart all in one go.  What he also failed to notice while they were having it out was his mother appearing on the sidewalk nearby, and overhearing enough of the shouted conversation to understand that her son was in love with another man.  Olivier got out of the car soon after, heartbroken and emotionally shattered as Andre drove off to never be seen again.  And then he got home.

He’d never seen his parents so solemn or so upset, and when his mother asked about the man in the car Olivier knew they had found out.  Already emotionally drained, He expected he was going to have to explain himself and braced for a long conversation, but what he wasn’t expecting at his admission that he was gay was for his father to immediately disown him.  Without any argument or fight, he was just told to get out and leave.  Olivier begged his parents to listen, to see that he was still their son no matter who he loved, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.  His father had never looked at him with such hatred in his eyes before, nor his mother with the disgust he saw there now.  He wasn’t even allowed to say goodbye to his siblings, just immediately cast out into the street with his belongings, and Olivier found himself without a family and the love of his life all in one day.  

Olivier wasn’t the same after that, quieter and less naive than before.  He took to being even more carefully observant of the people he knew, and just, devoted himself to his studies for the remainder of his year.  He ended up moving away to a different university after graduation, becoming a Philosophy professor.  That is at least, until the war started.  

He quickly joined the war effort, ending up a lot of places he wasn’t expecting, but growing close with his unit.  Olivier turned out to be a fierce fighter, an excellent marksman and wasn’t one to leave any of his comrades in danger alone if he could help it.  Olivier was a natural leader, and before long was the second in command of his unit, but the efforts in Africa kept failing, and he and his men ended up without orders,  in Cairo in waiting.  And then, finally, they were assigned to be with the British SAS.  And Olivier admittedly was excited about it.  They were obviously all insane, their leader Ciaran more than most, but Olivier was glad to be there.  It was easy to care about and look after these Brits just as he did his own unit, even if they were all likely certifiably insane and Olivier was pretty certain they were all going to die.  It was at least going to be a memorable death if it came, and in the meantime he would do what he could to help move their war effort onwards and end the war.  At least that was the plan before he woke up in Sydney

What was their fake life like : 

TBD

Location they work in:

Olivier works at the University of Sydney as a philosophy professor.

Wanted Connections:

I’d love to see his other brothers (hadn’t really picked a number, but one of them is coming in the future)

Any co-workers, friends

He is open for a ship

Quote:

“There is no great genius without a touch of madness.” ~Aristotle

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Best of 2022 K-Pop🏹

This year’s kpop releases have been VERY hit or miss (emphasis on the miss) for me this year but I still managed to scrape together a list of very great songs that came out and that I thoroughly enjoyed. These aren’t all of the releases I liked this year, but they are the best of them.

WHEN I MOVE - KARA

Several 2nd Gen girl groups have made their long awaited comebacks this year, and this was simply the best one (and this is coming from a Girls’ Generation supremacist). The song and music video are so glam, although that rap is definitely a blemish on this otherwise amazing song. They even managed to be one of the very few kpop groups to utilize an antidrop without it disappointing me.

BEAUTY INSIDE - NINE.I

A new token 4th gen group to add to my like list! Beauty Inside is another well done antidrop and has such pretty production. I can see this song aging very well and being very nostalgic for me in the future.

Heart Burn - Sunmi

This is quality FAWKING music! I never thought that we’d see Sunmi being in her Fleetwood Mac era, but here we are, and I couldn’t be happier. Also the visuals of this era were utterly GORGEOUS!

INVU - Taeyeon

Not everyone is intelligent enough to see the beauty in this song, but I am☝️ It’s just a very pretty and atmospheric song with beautiful vocals and production. What is there not to like?

Dilemma - APink

I genuinely don’t get why so many people hate the chorus because I love it, especially the horn! I think the horn is very pretty. This is mermaid music from beginning to end so I am disappointed that the music video didn’t have them as mermaids or something, but I’ve coped and moved on.

Don’t Stop - ATEEZ

This song was way too good to just be a random little single, especially considering the fact that it’s better than any of the other songs ATEEZ has released this year (other than Cyberpunk). It really exemplifies the strengths of ATEEZ’s music; the well utilized adlibs and vocal layering, production that has a lot going on without crossing into obnoxious territory, and an insanely catchy chorus.

O - VERIVERY

The guitar and melody and production overall of this song are just intoxicating. Also, I’m pissed no one told me that VERIVERY has some GOOD ass music. For years I just brushed them off as just another 4th gen boy group, but no, they have a very great catalogue that I highly recommended everyone check out. Especially their song From Now.

ParadoXXX Invasion - ENHYPEN

Ok so the rest of this list isn’t ordered, but these last two entries are in fact my top two favorite songs of the year. THIS IS WHAT REAL BOY GROUP MUSIC SOUNDS LIKE! I can’t get over how much I love this song from beginning to end. I even love the music video and choreography to death too. I haven’t been this excited about a group release since I don’t know when. Enhypen has very quickly become my second favorite 4th generation group after ATEEZ. They’re hitmakers, I tell you☝️

Brand New - Xiumin

Brand New is easily the most kpopiest kpop song we’ve gotten in a LONG LONG time. As an EXO-L, I suppose I am very biased, but I think even if I wasn’t one, I’d still think this was the best release. It’s pure effervescent fun! I listen to it on loop all of the time even though it’s been out for 3 months now. Xiumin really did what he had to do and I couldn’t be more grateful.

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How about a Steve x reader: They had clicked from the first moment they met! He had realized that he had a crush on her for some time, but there is only one thing keeping him from telling her... She always referred him as her "second favorite guy", so he assumed that she was already taken. What he was unaware of is that she is a single mom, so obviously her boy is her "main man"! So out of the blue when she asks him to join her for dinner, he hesitates... But wanted to see who his rival was..

aww this is so cute!!!

Her Second Favourite Guy - Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve can't help but be a little disappointed that he's not your favourite, that is until he meets your favourite guy

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff! Mention of Post Endgame world!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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Following the final battle with Thanos when the Avengers finally won and brought everyone back Steve finally retired. After losing too many close friends he’d lost his fight, he was tired and just couldn’t bring himself to Captain America anymore. So once he put the stones back he passed the shield over to Sam and decided to fade back into the shadows. The world had enough heroes now, it didn’t need him.

So he decided to finally move back to Brooklyn, he found a nice apartment that wasn’t too far from the street he grew up on. Finding comfort in the familiarity of his surroundings, even if the world was very different to the one he grew up in.

To keep himself busy he got a job at the local art museum, working and curating the exhibit on war time and early 20th century art. He also ran art classes in the evenings for kids who wanted to get into art or adults trying to find a new hobby. It was at one of these classes that he met you.

He remembered the moment he met you like it was yesterday. It was the beginning of a new term of art classes and he was 10 minutes into the introduction when you came bursting into the room. The look on your face was one so apologetic and flustered as you quickly sat down and apologised for being late. Steve was usually one for punctuality but he couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as he looked at you, unable to bring himself to be mad at you.

“it’s not a problem you haven’t missed much, what’s you name?” he asks with a kind smile on his face.

“Y/N” you provide him with a smile.

Steve nodded gently, his smile growing when he heard you name. Instantly deciding that it was his favourite name he’s ever heard “it’s nice to meet you Y/N” he smiles before going back to what he was saying before you arrived.

As he taught the class he found himself glancing over in your direction whenever he could, watching you as you worked before he reminded himself he needed to focus on the student he was currently helping. He couldn’t help it though so when he finally worked his way round the class to your station he couldn’t be happier that you seemed just as happy to see him as he was to see you.

He got to know you better over the next few weeks and it didn’t take a genius to know he had the biggest and most hopeless crush on you. it was his favourite part of the week when you’d walk into the class, usually a few minutes late. But you’d always make up for it by staying behind a couple minutes to help him clean up.

There was only one problem. You were clearly taken, and it was made painfully obvious whenever you’d refer to him as your ‘second favourite guy’. Steve couldn’t help but feel disheartened but he wasn’t surprised. Of course someone as funny, gorgeous, intelligent and kind as you would be snapped up in an instant. Any guy in the universe would be lucky to have you, Steve just wished he was the lucky guy.

The thing was, you barely talked about your favourite guy. In all the weeks Steve had known you and talked to you after class the only thing he knew was that his name was Thomas and that you called him Tommy and that you spent a lot of your time together and the class was some time to yourself.

What made it worse is that the current run of classes were coming to an end. Tonight’s being the very last class and Steve was repeatedly rehearsing his speech to try and convince you to sign up for the intermediate classes. He knew you’d probably say no, saying that you wouldn’t be good enough but he knew you could do it, and he just wanted to see more of you.

Once the last class finished Steve gathered his nerves and walked over to where you were packing up your stuff, ringing his hands together nervously.

“did you enjoy your last class?” he asks clearing his throat.

You look up from your bag a wide smile on your face “yeah it was fun but that could just be because it was my second favourite guy teaching” you smirk making Steve chuckle nervously.

“yeah well I was thinking you could sign up for the intermediate classes if you want, you definitely have the skill to” Steve offers gesturing down to your sketch book.

“oh I don’t know” you say shaking your head slightly as you glanced down.

“you’ll be great, I promise” Steve reassures you sensing your modesty getting the better of you.

“when are the classes?” you ask looking back up at him.

“same time as this one but on Wednesdays” Steve answers, feeling optimistic until your shoulders dropped.

“oh, I’m busy with Tommy on Wednesdays” you sigh in disappointment.

Steve sighs gently dropping his head as he nodded “that’s fine, but um if you ever want any extra tuition you know where I am” he says scratching the back of his neck.

“hey um what are you doing this Saturday evening?” you then asked taking Steve by surprise.

“oh, um nothing, why?” Steve answered.

“how about you join me and Tommy for dinner? You can give me some art pointers then” you say with a playful smirk as you nudge him.

His jaw drops slightly in confusion and surprise. Were you asking him out to dinner with your boyfriend so that he could give you art pointers? He was seriously struggling to wrap his head around it. He should turn it down, he didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes but he did seriously want to know who his competition was and why he was so demanding of your time.

“um yeah sure sounds good, just text me a time and place” Steve nods smiling when a wide grin broke out on your face.

“perfect I’ll see you Saturday” you smile.

The days leading up to Saturday Steve went back and forth between whether having dinner with you and your boyfriend was actually a good idea or not. Going as far as nearly cancelling, having the text written out before just deleting it.

Even as he made his way to the restaurant the only thing keeping him for bailing was the fact that it would be incredibly rude to cancel so late. What really didn’t help was the fact that you were late leaving Steve to sit alone with only his thoughts. His leg bouncing nervously as he sat at the table.

He decided to occupy himself by grabbing one of the paper napkins and drawing on it to take him mind off of you. It worked so well that he hadn’t even heard you approach until a small child appeared besides him, the little boy giving him an excited toothy grin.

“oh my god you’re really Captain America!” the boy exclaimed.

“Tommy remember your manners” You chided gently, Steve’s jaw dropping when you said the boys name.

This was Tommy, Tommy was a kid. Tommy was certainly not your boyfriend. Your favourite guy wasn’t a boyfriend.

“Tommy, this is Steve, Steve this is my son Tommy” You smile resting your hands on Tommy’s shoulders as you introduced them.

Steve picked his jaw up off the floor and held his hand out to Tommy, a kind smile on his face “Nice to finally meet you Tommy, your mom has told me so much about you” he grins shaking Tommy’s hand.

“Really?” Tommy asks excitedly, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“of course! You’re her favourite guy after all” Steve grins poking Tommy gently in the stomach making him giggle.

“She told me that you’re her second favourite!” Tommy giggles up at you before looking back at Steve.

“well, I’m very happy to be second to you” Steve smiles glancing up at you to see a warm smile on you face.

Throughout dinner you and Steve were barely able to say a word to each other, Tommy constantly asking questions and telling Steve stories. Steve didn’t mind though, he loved glancing over to see the warm smile on your face as you watched the two of them.

The two of you only got a chance to talk as Steve walked you back to your apartment. Steve giving a very tired and worn out Tommy a piggy back.

“so, you have a kid” Steve says with a lopsided grin.

“yeah” you say with a nervous wince “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything but usually when guys find out you have a kid they run for the hills” you sigh.

“it’s fine, I get it” Steve smiles over at you “and don’t worry I’m not running anywhere” he adds coming to a stop and turning to face you.

“Really?” you ask, doubt clear on your face.

“Really, the only reason I hadn’t asked you out was because I thought Tommy was your boyfriend” Steve admits making you chuckle.

“Sorry, I can see how misleading it all was” you apologise shaking your head.

“Stop apologising, its fine and now that I know that you are single… how about we get coffee or something sometime and I can give you some of those art tips” Steve smirks.

A grin grows on your lips “private lessons?” you suggest with a smirk.

“Yeah, but I can’t promise that a lot of teaching will happen” Steve grins.

“that’s fine by me” you chuckle taking a step closer to Steve.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve asks as the distance between you continues to close.

“You don’t have to ask me Steve” you smirk making Steve chuckle.

“okay… Tommy can I kiss your mom?” Steve jokes glancing over his shoulder at the sleeping Tommy.

“I think you can take that as a yes” you laugh cupping Steve’s cheek, reaching up until your lips were only centimetres away.

“good” Steve mutters as he closes the gap, capturing yours lips with his.

He feels you smile into the kiss, your thumb gently brushing over his cheek. And Steve couldn’t be happier to be your second favourite guy.

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Moving On Without You [03]

Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader

Word Count: 3115

Warnings: mentions of depression, overall sadness, jacob being disappointing and clueless

Summary: Bella Swan, Jacob Black, and the reader were all close friends growing up, but when Bella moved away, she grew apart from the two of you. Now, she's back in Forks, and much to your chagrin, she has caught Jacob's eye. Takes place during Twilight and New Moon; actual movie quotes included.

A/N: hello hello hello ! here is the third chapter to moving on without you! it's all going to come together in the next chapter !! this was very much filler for the upcoming drama i am EXCITED to write the drama though yall know i live for angst and fluff

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When Jacob came back from Bella’s prom after being rejected, you made room for him next to you on the bed, handing him a slice of pizza once he had settled in. Your arms touched as you sat side-by-side, the TV forgotten as he was lost in his thoughts. No words were spoken, and you knew that Jacob preferred it that way. It hurt you to see him so defeated, but you were hopeful that time away from your mutual friend would help heal Jake’s wounds. 

Before you knew it, summer had come and school was over. You were relieved to have a break, allowing your brain to rest before junior year. You split your time between seeing Bella and Jake, but never seeing both at the same time. Whenever all of the dads met up— whether it was for dinner or fishing— Bella was either with the Cullens or Jake was with Embry and Quil. To some extent, you wished to go back to simpler times when the biggest problem between the three of you was Jacob not letting you and Bella braid his hair. But you couldn’t deny the improvements in both of your friends that had developed during their time apart. 

Time with the Cullens allowed Bella to come out her shell a bit more. During the times you saw her, she was happier. Her eyes shone with excitement and crinkled when she smiled in a manner that you hadn’t seen since she had returned to Forks. She spoke out, her hands moving animatedly as she told you about her dates with Edward. 

Jacob had thrown his focus onto himself. He spent most days taking apart car engines to study and fixing things for money. He had soon made enough money to buy new parts for his bike that he had been wanting for the past several months. When he wasn’t working, he was lifting weights and running. Every time you saw him, he seemed stronger. Eventually, you convinced him to go to Port Angeles with you to buy a few t-shirts in a bigger size. He rarely spoke about Bella, but during the times when his eyes would glaze over in thought, you knew she was on his mind. 

It was a summer of improvement for you as well. Your hair had finally begun to behave, no longer frizzing up from the humidity like it used to. You took that as a sign to pay closer attention to your appearance, spending hours watching YouTube makeup tutorials as well as crafting together new outfits from your old clothes. At some point, your soft, girlish face had sharpened, and it seemed like your looks were finally falling into place. 

Unsurprisingly, Jacob didn’t notice your glow-up. You could be standing fully naked in front of that boy and he still wouldn’t notice. Everyone else noticed though. You caught guys staring at you in the halls, and they wanted to pair up with you in science. Their desperate flirting made you cringe, but you were flattered nonetheless. It had been a while since one boy had found you even somewhat attractive, let alone four of them.

Your heart was still set on Jake, though, and you politely declined offers to the movies or the beach. You didn’t make a move on Jacob, figuring that he just needed more time to recover, but as you admired the hand-crafted dream catcher he had made Bella for her birthday, you decided that it was a lost cause. You turned the beautiful woodwork over in your hands, your heart sinking as you noted the smallest details that probably took Jake hours to add. While Jacob had given you thoughtful gifts before, it was nothing compared to this. 

“It’s beautiful, Jake,” you whispered, handing it back to him. His nerves were written all over his face as his eyes searched yours for a hint of a lie. 

“Do you think she’ll like it?” He asked, unsure. You nodded and gave him a small smile— all you could muster without breaking down into tears. 

“She’ll love it.” 

And she did. You watched as her eyes lit up at the gift, hugging Jake tightly as she praised him for his work. Edward glared daggers at the sight, but Jacob didn’t notice, as he was too busy beaming from Bella’s compliments. Jake got back on his bike, zipping from the school parking lot, and Bella linked her arm with Edward’s as they made their way inside. With a startling coldness, you realized that you were alone. 

Your loneliness became more apparent after the Cullens left Forks. Bella fell into a depressive episode that left Charlie feeling helpless. You watched as Bella distanced herself from everyone. She sat at the table where the Cullens used to reside during lunch, staring out the window. Some days, you sat with her in silence, the two of you admiring the way the leaves fell from the trees, a bowl of strawberries or sliced apples sitting between the two of you— not that she ate it. At the beginning, her friends that you had yet to learn the names of would ask you about her, but as the weeks passed, their concern dwindled.

Your mom brought homemade meals to the Swan residence, knowing Charlie already had enough on his plate between the animal attacks and Bella’s night terrors. You and Jacob volunteered to take turns spending time with Bella, even if it was like hanging out with a brick wall. You weren’t sure if Bella even registered your presence whenever you would sit in her room and do homework while she sat in her chair, unmoving as time passed her by. 

Once, Jake mentioned that he would try to talk to her, in hopes of getting even a sigh in response, but with no success. Of course you had tried that, but when you had run out of mundane things to talk about— the weather, your terrible teachers, or even the couple of boys who began to flirt with you— you had stopped talking. 

You wanted to tell her about Jacob and your feelings for him despite his feelings for her. Your reasoning was that you wanted her to be conscious when you told her these things, even if it was a selfish reason because you wanted her to be able to reassure you that she wouldn’t make a move on him.

It was stifling for you to be in the same room as Jacob and Bella, even as unresponsive as she was. On the days you were home, you tried not to think about your loneliness, but you could never stop your brain from conjuring hundreds of different ways Jacob was confessing his love to Bella at the same exact moment. It even went as far as imagining her suddenly breaking from her trance to hug, or even kiss, Jake. The products of your imagination left a horrible feeling inside of you.

To combat these feelings, you started hanging out with your school friends. You had met them in freshman year, and when Bella had come back to Forks, you had neglected them a little bit, opting to spend more time with Bella and Jacob. But things had changed, and you realized you missed being around the silly group of girls. 

It was easy being around them. Your thoughts weren’t as loud when Taylor was complaining about her math teacher or Sophie was telling you the latest gossip. Julia was more like you— a listener rather than a talker— but that didn’t keep her from joking around with the rest of you every now and then. Time with them was drama-free, which was exactly what you needed during your Jacob crisis. 

It was Saturday night, and you had just come back from dinner with your friends. You sat at your desk, trying to read the the homework in front of you, but you sighed in defeat when you realized you had been staring at the same page for over ten minutes. You ran a hand through your hair and rubbed your eyes, pausing your movements when your phone lit up with a text from Jacob.

Lunch on the rez?

You stared down at your phone, unsure of how to feel. On one hand, you were happy that he was reaching out, but on the other hand, you were confused by its randomness. An inkling of hope grew inside you at the thought of him beginning to get over Bella, but you stopped yourself before those thoughts could lead you any further. More likely than not, he just wanted to get lunch as friends. After all, it had been a few weeks since the two of you had spent time together, which was rare. You sighed as you typed back.

sure, pizza’s on me this time

His response was immediate.

Funny joke, a gentleman never lets the girl pay

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, trying to ignore your racing heart at his text. He had never had a problem with you paying before. What had changed? You bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling.

“Calm down, Y/N. Don’t jump to any conclusions,” you commanded yourself. You put your phone face-down on your desk and willed your heart to slow as you opened your book once more. You started reading at the top of the page, not registering any words as your thoughts drifted to Jake.

Later that night, Charlie had called your dad in relief saying that Bella had gone out with her friend Jessica, you had almost cried. The thought of seeing her do things as simple as waving or fixing her hair brought an overwhelming sense of joy. You decided to stop by the Swan residence in the morning to catch up with Bella before heading over to Jake’s.

You were confused as you rolled up to Bella’s the next morning, not seeing her orange truck in its usual spot next to Charlie’s police cruiser. You slipped out of the car, making your way towards the front door while you dialed Bella’s cell. When there was no answer, you knocked. A second later, you heard shuffling coming from inside, and Charlie opened the door, a coffee mug in hand. 

“Well hey there, Y/N,” he greeted you with a smile. 

“Hey Charlie, is Bella home? I didn’t see her truck,” you asked, getting straight to the point. He shook his head. 

“Nah, she left about an hour ago. She mentioned something about Jacob, so I’m assuming she went to the reservation,” the older man informed you. At the news, your heart sank. Did Jake invite Bella to lunch too? You gave the sheriff a tight smile and wrapped your coat around you tighter. 

“Perfect, I was on my way to Jake’s anyways, so maybe I’ll see her there,” you said, before saying your goodbyes. You got in your car, pulling out of the driveway and heading down the street, conflicted if you should still see Jacob or not. You reached the stop sign at the end of the street, thankful there were no other cars as you debated turning right for Jacob’s or left for home. With a sigh, you dialed his number. He picked up after the second ring. 

“Hey Y/N, perfect timing, I was just about to call you,” his cheerful voice came through, bringing a small smile to your face. 

“Hey Jake, I was calling to let you know that I’m about to head over now,” you told him, wondering if he would mention Bella or not. 

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, and your smile fell. 

“Oh? What’s up?” You asked, dreading that you already knew the answer. 

“Well, Bells just showed up out of the blue, and she asked me if I could help her fix up these bikes. I think she’s finally starting to get over that Cullen guy, and I don’t want to miss my chance, you know? I hate doing this because I know we made plans first, but could we get lunch another time? I kn—,” he rambled on, but you cut him off. 

“Jake,” you interrupted, hoping your disappointment wasn’t obvious in your voice. “It’s okay,” you reassured him softly. He let out a deep sigh.

“I’m really sorry Y/N,” he said heavily, and you blinked quickly to stop your tears from falling. The line was quiet and you wanted to say something, but you couldn’t think of anything besides your heartbreak. 

“I gotta go now, but I’ll see you soon, I promise,” Jake said, almost regretful. He hung up before you could respond, and you stared at your phone, feeling a warm tear on your cheek. You hastily wiped at your eyes, double checking the road before turning left. It was a short drive back, and you were happy that your parents were out. You flopped down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Alone once again. 

Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with emotion. With a frustrated scream, you threw your pillow and watched as it hit the wall. Hot, angry tears streamed down your cheeks as you cursed Jacob and his stupid face with his stupid smile that gave you stupid butterflies. You wrapped yourself with blankets and sobbed, finally letting all of your feelings out. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually your tears slowed, leaving your eyes puffy and your throat sore. You pulled yourself together just enough to roll out of bed and go downstairs to grab a glass of water. You leaned on the counter as you sipped from your glass, the cool liquid sliding down your throat. The weather was dreary, and you watched the wind shake leaves from their branches. 

You were happy to see Bella sitting with her friends at lunch. She smiled and laughed along to their jokes, but every so often you caught her looking at the Cullens’ old table with a longing gaze. It had been weeks after her and Jake had hung out, and you figured they were still spending time together, as Jacob never asked you to come over anymore. There was a poke at your shoulder, pulling you away from your thoughts. 

“Huh?” You asked, tearing your gaze away from Bella to find everyone at your lunch table looking at you. 

“Taylor was just saying how she overheard Will talking about you in first period,” Sophie said, and you blinked.

“He tried talking to me today during bio,” you noted, causing Sophie’s smile to widen.

“He probably wants to study with you. Ya know… anatomy, reproduction, all that,” she said with a wink.

“You’re ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. Her jaw dropped.

“Y/N,” she said, shocked, “Are you saying you would not totally tap that?” You blushed, ducking your head in embarrassment.

“He’s fine, I guess. Nothing special,” you said with a shrug, taking a sip of water. 

“I would totally tap that, and I like girls,” Julia deadpanned, and you choked, coughing as you tried to clear your throat.

“Jules!” You exclaimed at her slightly scandalous comment, but she merely smirked at you. 

“I’m just being honest!” She defended, and Sophie smiled at you in triumph.

“See? Even Jules can’t resist him.” 

“I’m just not looking for anyone right now,” you said, and Taylor gave you a sad smile.

“Still on Jake?” She asked, and you tried to play of your pain by shrugging.

“Yeah, but I’m starting to think he’s a lost cause,” you confessed, and Taylor patted your hand sympathetically.

“Maybe, you need a new guy to get your mind off of him,” Sophie suggested.

“Yeah, Y/N. A new guy might be good for you,” Taylor agreed. You looked at Julia who shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s up to you, obviously, but I do think it might help,” she said, and you sighed, knowing they were right. 

“Fine,” you groaned, running a hand through your hair. 

“Great!” Sophie squealed, “Because he’s walking over right now.” You turned around quickly to find that she was right. The blonde-haired boy flashed you a smile as he made his way over to your table, your friends pretending to mind their own business as he slid into the seat next to you.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, and you could’ve sworn you saw Sophie swoon out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey Will,” you replied casually. Someone kicked you under the table and Taylor shot you a look. 

“We’ll give you guys some privacy. Julia had to check out a book from the library before class anyway, right Jules?” Taylor made up, cueing the other girls to stand with her. You rolled your eyes at her obvious attempt to give you alone time with Will. You appreciated the gesture, knowing she wanted to help you get over Jake. Julia and Sophie quickly gathered their things and wished you a goodbye, the latter winking at you before they left. 

“So,” Will started, sliding closer, “You busy tomorrow night?” You were going to reject him, but you thought about Jacob and Bella hanging out. Screw them.

“Nope,” you said with a smile, tossing your hair over your shoulder. “You got anything special in mind?” He was pleased with your answer.

“Wanna go see a movie?” he suggested, and your heart pounded faster. He was attractive, and he found you attractive, which was more than your could say about Jacob. Stop comparing him to Jake, Y/N, you chastised yourself. 

“I would love to,” you said, placing your hand on his arm. He smiled at you, and you wrote down your number on a piece of paper before handing it to him. 

“I can’t wait, gorgeous,” Will said with a wink, and you returned the sentiment before leaving the lunch room, only to find your three friends outside, waiting for you. 

“How did it go? Did he ask you out? Please tell me you’re going out with him,” Sophie bombarded you with questions and you laughed at her eagerness. 

“Down, girl. We’re seeing a movie tomorrow night,” you informed them, and Sophie squealed. 

“This is so exciting! At least one of us might get laid,” she said, and you shoved her playfully.

“Oh my god, Soph, no! It’s literally one date, calm down,” you said, both amused and embarrassed. 

“Okay fine,” she relented. “At least let us help you get ready so you can look sexy and irresistible.” You agreed to her terms, knowing you would need help with deciding what to wear. 

“Alright, but don’t go overboard.” She smiled. 

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[amxranthiine]

imagine being the ex-friend of the slytherin crew. [she/her] (no voldy bc ew)

had this thought at 3am last night while fangirling with my friend last night. sorry for any errors <3

angst, mentions of parents disowning child, blood prejudice, mention of childhood/forbidden crush

- [ ] you had known draco, blaise, theo, pansy, astoria and daphne since you were very young.

- [ ] since you all were two to be exact. your parents were close and your birthdays weren't too far apart, so it was only natural that you all became a crew growing up, anxiously waiting for your eleventh birthdays.

- [ ] you all were inseparable. you learned to fly together, talk together, walk together... hell, you had all learned you were wizards together.

- [ ] you were always closer to blaise than the rest of the crew. you were younger than him, though not by much, and he seemed protective over you. as inseparable the rest of you were, blaise couldn't go anywhere without you, and the same goes for you to him.

- [ ] how ecstatic you were when you all got your hogwarts letters! you were going to be in the same year and hopefully, probably, the same house!

- [ ] it was expected of you all to be in slytherin, all coming from very long lines of prestigious pureblood serpents.

- [ ] the other six were more than confident that they would all be in slytherin together. you? not so much.

- [ ] you were very nervous, to say the least. you didn't portray the slytherin traits as much as the others.

- [ ] and when pansy or blaise would try to reassure you that it would be fine, you couldn't help but wonder if they were trying to convince you or themselves.

- [ ] and because you didn't portray the serpent traits, that made them all extremely protective of you. blaise especially, draco and theo coming close in second, and the girls just wanted to make sure you were okay.

- [ ] but the moment the sorting hat yelled out a name that wasn't slytherin, everything stopped.

- [ ] your friendships with your lifelong friends, your crush on blaise (okay, that didn't go away), everything you grew up with just... disappeared.

- [ ] your now ex-friends wanted nothing to do with you, even your parents didn't want to speak to you. your housemates were cruel, jesting about how you were a stain on their house, and a snake deep down.

- [ ] it was safe to say you had no one.

- [ ] the crew started being mean to you somewhere around christmas of first year. before then, they had just ignored you. just like everyone else.

- [ ] after christmas though... they seemed to have a new hatred for you.

- [ ] especially blaise, which hurt the most. you swore you were seeing things when you thought you saw sadness somewhere in his eyes whenever he was rude to you.

- [ ] you were alone for the remainder of first year, and for the first two months of second.

- [ ] that's when you met luna, neville and ginny. you guys were thick as thieves, and for the first time for two years, you were actually happy.

- [ ] of course, your childhood friends were still mean to you, nothing had really changed on that part. but you were... happier, and that hurt them. because you happier without them, and that wasn't how it was supposed to be.

- [ ] they supposed they should be glad that you were doing better. last year, they were going mad out of worry for you. apparently you had stayed at hogwarts for christmas out of request from your parents, and it was christmas day when the adults told the rest of them to stop associating with you.

- [ ] it remained fairly passive over the next few years, you remained close with luna, neville and ginny, and had even befriended the golden trio and the twins!

- [ ] the serpent squad didn't like that too much, but they supposed your current friends were better than no friends, and as long as you were happy, they were happy

- [ ] but they still continue their kind-of bullying. they weren't as cruel to you as they were to others, but words still hurt and boy do they have a snake's tongue on them.

- [ ] blaise could hardly stand being away from you but his mother had made him swear that he would not associate with you, the blood traitor.

- [ ] all he wanted to do was hold you, but he rather bullied you instead.

- [ ] it was the beginning of sixth year when draco and pansy had gone too far. the other four were just watching blankly, trying not to let their discomfort show as the two reprimanded you, mocked you, and insulted you in the middle of the great hall. calling you a blood traitor, a stain of your family name and house name, and even going as far as saying "no wonder your parents don't want you, just look at you!" while the all the slytherins around them laughed. or at least, pretended to.

- [ ] you had looked at them for a long time, teary eyed and red faced, just trying to understand what you did to deserve this. until you nodded your head, said "okay," and walked out of the great hall.

- [ ] they heard your friends call your name, your closest ones even running after you.

- [ ] theo and blaise looked like they were about to beat draco to death, astoria and daphne were just disappointed in pansy, they knew how much she missed you, and yet she ruined any chance of you forgiving them.

- [ ] blaise eventually decided against killing the blonde and ran after you, the rest following suit after a moment.

- [ ] it didn't take them long to find you, sobbing against a wall with your head in your hands, ginny, nev and luna all crowded around you. rubbing your back and whispering reassurances in your ear.

- [ ] "i don't know what i did to deserve that," you cried, sniffling as you wiped your nose on your sleeve and looked and ginny.

- [ ] "oh love, you didn't do anything," the ginger said, wrapping her arms around you.

- [ ] "don't listen to them, y/n! they're just prats!" assured nev, leaning against the wall awkwardly, with one hand on your back.

- [ ] luna played with your hair, "yeah, y/n, they don't deserve your love and kindness."

- [ ] "thank you guys. i mean it. without you three i don't know where i would be." you laughed, but no part of it was humorous.

- [ ] draco, being the blonde he was, decided it was a good time to intervene, "hopefully alive, haha."

- [ ] the six of them had come out from around the corner, feeling ashamed and wanting to hit themselves for making you cry.

- [ ] "what do you lot wanf? haven't you done enough?" asked ginny, placing herself in front of you.

- [ ] "yes but.."

- [ ] "no, you don't get to talk. now piss off before you do even more damage."

- [ ] "we just want to apologize," said blaise.

- [ ] you scoffed, "a bit late for that."

- [ ] pansy looked down, "we're really sorry, y/n, for what just happened and for everything the past six years. you know how our families are and they told us to stop talking to you... so we did."

- [ ] all feelings of sadness were gone now, pansy's words has ignited a flame within you, one you've been holding in for years.

- [ ] "stop talking to me? so that gave you permission to be bloody awful to me? merlin's beard, you six were worse than umbridge on her bad days! you could have just... i don't know, explained what happened in first year? and apologized for abandoning me? and maybe we could still be friends! but no, you lot ruined any chance of that ever happening again. so thank you for that." you paused to take a breath. your audience was wide eyed and shocked, not quite believing you had such anger in you... but oh man, you weren't done yet.

- [ ] "and let me just say, blaise, your insults hurt the most. merlin, i thought the world of you. i thought you were my everything. but that all just went away the moment you thought not associating with me, meant making my life a living hell."

- [ ] you were, once again, crying. you took a deep breath and sadness took over you once again, you mumbled an "excuse me" and took off down the corrider.

- [ ] the serpent squad was stunned. they hadn't realised what they did effected you that much. blaise was upset with himself, disappointed, even. he felt the same about you, even if you both were too young for it to be love, and now he knew he never get it pack.

- [ ] theo cleared his throat and tried looking anywhere but at the trio in front of them, who were looking at the six with anger and disappointment.

- [ ] "you guys couldn't even begin to understand what she's been through," neville said after moments of awkward silence. "not long after the sorting ceremory, her parents sent her a letter, practically disowning her. before that, you guys abandoned her. she was alone for nearly a year and a half before we met her. and by merlin she was a wreck."

- [ ] ginny and luna chuckled, not out of humor, but out of irony. this situation was similar to the situation you were in when you met them.

- [ ] neville ignored them, and the curious stares the six were giving him, and continued, this time fueled by anger.

- [ ] "we were the ones who picked up the pieces. we were the ones who made sure she didn't die after losing everything she had ever known. we were the ones who made her smile again, happy again. we picked up the pieces because you weren't there, and you were exactly what had caused it in the first place." neville spit out the last sentence as if it were venom, hoping to hurt them as much as they hurt you.

- [ ] they were all on the verge of tears, daphne and astoria were holding each other and looked to be in the most pain, because they missed you the most.

- [ ] "i hope you lot are happy with yourselves, you're about five years to late to the pity party."

[atsumuahh]

“ SECRET LOVER ” dreamwastaken

characters !

dreamwastaken, wilbur’s twin!reader, technoblade, philza, tommyinnit, wilbur soot, karl, sapnap, georgenotfound, drista, tubbo.

summary !

when reader chooses the dsmp high everything seems to be great, but things gets complicated when her brand new crush turns out to be her oldest brother’s rival. it gets even more complicated when he asks her out.

warnings !

swear words, usage of dream’s real name

notes !

dream as a football team captain rent free in my head... and i’m also sorry that it took me so long to write… its almost 3k words and not proofread!

taglist !

@wilczachannn

it was easy to assume that you had been in your brothers’ shadows. techno, wilbur and tommy were talented, football players with great, great achievements. the only thing you wanted was a big change in your life, so when you graduated from the middle school and it came up to making a big decision on choosing high school, you chose the dsmp high – school located an hour away from your house.

you remember your first day at school. the day started awfully. tommy woke you up with a loud yell at – as you rightly guessed – wilbur, who stole his phone and texted to his crush. it turned out that you had twenty minutes left to get ready and leave for bus and not be late. well... you were late on the bus, but thankfully your dad promised he’ll drop you off at school.

phil couldn’t be more proud of you. for real, he knew how hard it was for you to choose different school from techno, wilbur and tommy (everyone know he’ll go after his brothers). you were miserable through your whole middle school, because no one ever noticed you as your own person, only as wilbur’s twin sister, techno’s younger sibling or the only sister of tommy. it cause you to slowly losing yourself and becoming a female version of your brothers. so when you spoke to him about the idea of the dsmp high, he couldn’t get happier.

fortunately, dad dropped you off fifteen minutes before your first period started. wandering around the new school, looking for people you had classes with. you looked at your phone and accidentally bumped into a tall, dirty blonde guy with painted nails and purple sweater.

“oh no- i’m so sorry!” he spoke kind of afraid he might hurt you. “you alright?” a worried ask left his mouth as he put a hand on your shoulder.

it turned out that his name is karl and you took same classes as him. well in fact the boy seemed to be pretty nice, chill and funny. you two were on your way to the biology class and jokes were in the air. you felt so delightful that you messaged wilbur and techno a small text saying you just made your first friend. as no one responded you hid your phone.

“don’t worry, bestie.” he beamed at you. “i’ll meet you with my other friends, if that’s okay. they’ll love you and you won’t have to worry about making ones!” karl whispered into your ear and you couldn’t hide a soft smile that formed on your face.

as he said, he did. it was your lunch pause so he led you to the cafeteria. the idea of sitting at the table with people you didn’t know was.. terrifying but at the same time, so exiting. you felt like your heart skipped a beat when a guy called dream showed up with his best friends george and sapnp.

he was so handsome that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. looking at him was just so pleasing that you were kinda mad that he was karl’s friend so you couldn’t really sigh over him. surprisingly, he turned out to be a nice guy as well. you expected dream to be a completely jerk and an arsehole, but well you started to feel like you’d fall for him.

well… you were right. you fell for clay so deeply that just being around him was… stressing you out. he always cared about you, through your whole freshman year he was so cute and it was hard not to fall.

sophomore year started in a very… unexpected way. you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks, because you have lived so far away, but it didn’t make your brand new friends group to fall apart. you wouldn’t be so surprised if they organized a meet after classes but… well it was a meet, but only with clay. in a shortcut – he took you on a date.

“i missed you so much, y/n/n” he smiled as he shyly took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. a small, timid smile formed on your blushed face. “fuck… i like you, i have a huge ass crush on you, okay? i-i just don’t wanna mess up our friendship… so please tell me if you don’t feel same” clay spoke with shaking voice, not giving you a sight.

maybe it was the adrenaline that boosted you up, or your inner self just wanted to do it, but as his confession ended, your lips gentlt pressed his. clay was… well shocked is a good word, clay was shocked, but he pulled you in even closer and that’s how you ended up making out in the park.

you were thrilled to the gills and you almost told your brothers about clay. almost, because you heard techno’s talking about a match against the dsmp high. well it wouldn’t be such a big thing if you hadn’t heard dream, and well oh well. words weren’t too nice.

“hi… are you free?” you said softly, sitting on your bed. you were frightened – what if they don’t like each other? what if… wilbur and tommy also don’t like him? “you know techno, right? technoblade minecraft?” a quiet ask left your mouth as you sat under the tree in your yard.

“yes, unfortunately.” his response made you thought that you had annoyed him. “wait, why you’re asking? did he hurt you or something?” dream didn’t let you answer as he added i’m gon’ kill him under his breathe.

“noo, don’t worry” you clutched your head and sighed. “he’s… my brother, older brother, actually”. silence between you two were clearly killing you, but you couldn’t be one to break it. he had to say something.

“oh my fuck” you heard his shocked voice and chuckled in response. “it doesn’t matter. you’re the one i fell in love with, not he. i know you’re worried, but everything will be alright.”.

“i hope so” his laughter calmed you. “i’ll call you later so we can fall asleep on call okay? dinner’s ready”.

”it’s kinda forbidden love, isn’t it?” george laughed as he wrapped his arm around you with a cute smile. brown haired boy was waiting along with you at your whole friends’ group. “y’know… techno is your brother and also a rival of your boyfriend… it’s exciting”.

you almost gasped at his words. it felt so silly and people would probably find it meaningless, but you couldn’t hide a smile that appeared on your face. he didn’t say techno’s sister like everyone from the middle school would say, george said that he’s your brother.

“as long as i love her, nothing else really matters to me” clay’s voice was so sweet that you almost melted under it. he was right, there’s no reason to overthink – you love him and it’s the only thing that matters.

“yeah, you should definitely tell him that at the match on saturday.” oh my fucking god, a match. the elimination match between the dsmp high and the lmanburg high. you were completely between a rock and a hard place.

“fuck, i forgot about it.” wrapping his arms around your body, dream felt how stressed you began to get. he also felt when your body unwittingly started to shake. “he’ll hate me, so will wilbur and tommy.”

“aren’t they already hating you? like- you barely talk to them at home, so… what’s the problem?” sapnap asked shrugging. well, he was right – techno lost his interest in talking to you and unfortunately wilbur and tommy took their cue from him, and the only person you had talked to was your dad.

“you’re coming to our match, right?” karl asked with a nervous smile forming on his face. it was his first match ever on the team – you couldn’t not be there. “it doesn’t who will you cheer for, just be there, okay?”

“karl, of course i will be there” you smiled at him, trying to hide your increasing stress that almost made you pass out. “please win this, okay? it’d be too hard to look at your miserable faces.”

tommy had always been your favorite of them all. as a child he wouldn’t let you go and sometimes it was obviously burdensome, but you loved it. you loved how he cared and now you missed it. he wanted, but he couldn’t talk to you, techno and wilbur would be pissed if he did.

he wondered about telling you how well he made friends in high school along with tubbo. about all of the funny jokes he made. he just wanted to be a teenager that shares cool memories with his older sister, but for now his brothers were too proud to apologize.

“wil, are you sure we should do that?” he asked, uneasiness appearing on his pale face. he genuinely missed his big sister that always helped him with his homework, with choosing cool outfits to impress girls, helped him, when he argued with tubbo. “she looks so miserable. even dad is worried!”

“we have nothing to do with her miserableness. she left us first. now, she can go and fuck herself” wilbur had never acted lke that before, so surprised tommy just frowned at him and shook his head in hopelessness. something was off and he would like to know what. to repair it.

his stomach rambled and it was time for a snack. tommy was about to came in, but he heard a bit of a conversation between philza and his only daughter.

“yeah, they do kinda hate me” she shrugged, not letting her tears fall. “uhm… clay proposed that i could stay at his. you know, dad. until… they start talking to me again.” long sigh left her mouth as she clutched her head in hands, right before he noticed tears. tommy couldn’t do more, so he got back to his room not letting anyone in later that evening.

it’d be a lie if someone said that tommy wasn’t stressed out. his first game was in a few minutes and his sister was nowhere to be found. “she has better things to do, i disappointed her - i shouldn’t be so shocked.”

when he saw her, he felt relieved. she was there to support him in his first game in high school ever, but as he watched her, slowly drifting away, looking for someone different in the crowd of people, he was hurt.

“i can’t believe you really choose to avoid the affection from dream for today, because your brothers are here. you should fuck them three” sapnap laughed, looking over your shoulder at tommy. “two. he looks hurt as well as you.” you know he was, but he didn’t do anything because the pressure techno and wilbur put on him, was killing him inside.

“y/n you came!” karl cried out, running towards you and sapnap. he hugged you tight and smiled softly, giggling noiselessly. “did y/n’s brothers saw it? i was literally her ride.”

“excuse me, you did that on purpose?” george laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. you joined him, but you stopped when you saw tommy’s upset, frightened face. it wasn’t only karl’s first game – it was tommy’s as well.

“i gotta talk to him” you sighed exhausted of the whole drama around you and your brothers. or just around you, wilbur and techno. your little brother had nothing to do with it. “tommy, hi” you started a bit nervous, feeling the tension betweet you two. and firstly, you thought he will just go away, but you gasped as he hugged you tight.

“i missed you so much” he whispered so anyone could hear but you. soft smile showed up on his face, making it way more brighter. “thanks for coming here, i know it’s rought between you and wil. he’s kinda mad but everything will be fine, i know that.” you wrapped arms around his torso and smiled widely.

“you’ve got this, okay tommy?” you brushed his hair. in response you got a growl and loud laugh after. “if you win or if you lose, it doesn’t matter, because i will still love you, but i’ve gotta go back to my friends.” you beamed and left tommy as soon as you saw wilbur storming towards you.

me: can’t wait to see you on the field :)

you felt like melting, when dream looked at you with his happy, excited face. you were so proud of him – he was the captain of the school football team and it was known that he has a sport scholarship. despite your brothers’ presence, you planned to show clay some support and you painted a medium #21 on your black, denim jacket.

clay: can’t wait to see you on my bed, right next to the trophy i’ll get as a captain.

he hadn’t lie. you sat on his messy bed, in his messy bedroom, talking to his younger sister drista. she was adorably bewitching. she was a bit younger than tommy, but thankfully she wasn’t as loud as him. you laughed after hearing her awful joke.

“so… you’re living here by now?” she asked curiously, frowning. her eyes scanning your, now, blushed face, waiting on the answer. “please, i cannot stand his my-girlfriend-lives-so-far-and-i-can’t-sneak-into-her-room-and-kiss.” she rolled her eyes, but smile widely.

“oh, yeah.” you blushed even harder as she laughed at your already blushed face. “i’m just worried if he’s okay with us hiding, you know? i mean– he could be with someone else, someone… someone better.”

drista didn’t know what to say and you knew she didn’t have to. you were scared – because of your situation that had place in middle school – he will just leave your for someone better, someone prettier, smarter, cuter.

unfortunately for you, clay had heard your every single word. he coughed, letting drista know that she should go. girl smiled at you before leaving you two alone. him, standing in front of you with only his sweatpants on. “y/n” he started as he got closer.

“i- i- can not tell i know how you feel or how you should feel. and-and i genuinely do not care about anyone else but you. i love you, okay dumbass?” he sat as close as possible and beamed softly.

“you won’t replace me?” the whole thing between you and clay was terrifying you so much. is he lying about his feelings? is he really in love with you? or maybe you’re just a bet? you almost shook your head as the thoughts began to overwhelm you.

he wouldn’t do that. and if he would, some of his friends (yours as well) would kill him. you couldn’t be more happier at the moment. your boyfriend had just told you that he loves you for the very first time, you made amazing friends that would kill for you and vice versa, but there was one thing you had to fix. the relationship with techno and wilbur.

“i could never replace you, love”.

“you sure you wanna do it?” clay asked, gently rubbing your thigh with his thumb, sitting in the front seat of his car. you were about to tell your whole family that clay dream is your boyfriend. the guy your older brother claimed to hate. lots of fun, right?

you nodded unsure, getting out of the car. it was your first time seeing your brothers in over a month and – boy, oh boy – you were terrified. did they miss you? did they even notice you were gone? you wished they did. you weren’t even able to ring the doorbell, because tommy opened the door with a huge grin.

“i’ve been waiting for you.” he confessed, closing you in a tight hug. he let you off as soon as he noticed smiled dream standing right behind you. “and who are you, mister?” suspicious question left tommy’s mouth.

“i’m y/n’s boyfriend, clay” dream beamed at tommy as he let you in. shock finding their way onto his face was… quite hilarious. he mumbled something under his breathe, but you couldn’t catch it.

as soon as you got onto the dining room, you saw wilbur, techno and dad setting the table. tommy coughed, couldn’t hide his happiness. his sister is back and he can’t let her go ever again.

“hi…” you started, your voice getting shaky. “i wanted to explain some things and it’d be a pleasure if you would accept my new boyfriend, especially technoblade.” dream took your sweaty with nervousness hand to calm you. he knew it was tough for you, knowing that him and techno are rivals. “this is clay and i know you know him, and you’re not on the good terms, but please just… finally talk to me, because i miss both of you and i’d love to have either my brothers and boyfriend close as possible.” you finished glancing at techno and wilbur.

“y/n, i’m just sad you didn’t want to go to same school with me. you had never told me why, we were inseparable and everything changed within days.” wilbur was first to answer you. his dejected voice made you crying. you missed him, his voice, his advices, his presence around you. “everytime i woke up, you were already running on the bus and we didn’t have a chance to talk.”

“i- you- you’re right. i should’ve told you why did i choose the dsmp high. i did, because i began to lose myself, everyone saw me only as your sister and i started to think that i do not matter anymore. i had to change it and i had to show everyone that i’m not just yours and techno’s sister, but i’m my own persona.” wil stood up and got closer to you. your tears convinced him that you weren’t lying and he felt bad that he didn’t realize it sooner. “i’m so sorry”.

“no- no, i’m also sorry. i’m the one that should apologizing. you were just choosing your own path and i was mad at you, because of that. ‘m sorry y/n/n.” you smiled through tears and hugged him as tight as you only could.

“there’s no much drama between us” techno chuckled quietly, watching you and wilbur cuddling. “i already knew what’s going on between you two at the match. i just took wil’s side.” he shrugged and you laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. “well, it doesn’t mean i like you” he claimed glaring at your boyfriend. “i can tolerate you as long as you’ll treat y/n the best you can, otherwise i’ll kill you”.

“i agree and so does tommy” your twin added, looking dream dead in the eyes.

“maybe we’ll stop the death threats here and start eating?” your dad proposed with a cheerful smile. his kids were finally getting along again, he couldn’t be more proud or happier than at the moment.

“it went so well” you whispered delighted. you were snuggling with dream on your bed, some time after the dinner ended. phil suggested that he could stay for the night, so they can get to know him better.

tommy was thrilled to the bones about the fact that now, he has a new friend, older than him, and also a captain of the football team, so he could teach him how to play better. wil was… well wil. he made sure that dream didn’t have any wrong intentions and techno just couldn’t care less if you were happy with him. he even suggested that they should bury the hatchet and move on.

“i haven’t said that to anyone yet, but i love you” you said, almost skipping a bit when he held your head and gently kissed you.

“well, you already know that i’m head over heels in love with you. and it won’t ever change” he said and kissed you one more time.

[calummss]

Time | Gilbert Blythe

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summary: time can fix a lot of things if you let it

words: 1.5K

requested by: anon

It’s been six months since Gilbert Blythe left. Six months without the boy you love so dearly. Six months without your friend. Gilbert had made short notice plans only days after his father’s funeral. When John Blythe died it felt like a never ending fog swept across Avonlea. You remember Mr. Blythe from your childhood. He was a very kind man that took good care of you, so when the news of his passing had arrived at your parent’s house you felt a heavy pit in your stomach. You were saddened by his death and couldn’t imagine what Gilbert was going through and sent him a pie the same day, knowing he would have a hard time preparing food for himself. It has been months since you attended the funeral and you remember it like it was yesterday.

‘Y/N dear, make sure to wear your black straw hat.’ your mother called up to your room.

You grabbed your hat and gently placed it on your head not wanting to mess up your curls. You took one last look in your mirror and hurried downstairs to see your father, mother and younger brother waiting for you. You quickly grabbed your shoes and tied them up.

‘I sure hope Gilbert’s okay,’ you spoke into the room feeling uneasy about the next couple of hours.

‘You’ll be able to see for yourself once we arrive.’ your mother said, adjusting your hat. She placed her hands and your shoulder and smiled.

‘Come one now, the carriage is waiting.’ your father announced and opened the door to reveal a coat of snow that painted the countryside. You stomped through the snow and sat yourself to the far left of the carriage as your mother, father and brother followed. The coachman lightly whipped the horse and you were on your way. When you arrived at the Blythe’s family burial site you saw the carriage that pulled Mr. Blythe’s casket towards the hole. You also saw Gilbert leading the line of people. You saw the pain in his eyes. His sparkly brown eyes were now dull, and glossed with his salty tears. His cheerful smile with those dimples you so loved, disappeared and weren’t to be seen. His posture was slouched and his head hanging from his shoulders on a thread. Your family and you respectfully walked up to the crowd that was gathered for a prayer in honour of his father. You saw Anne, Diana, Ruby, Jane, Tillie and Josie, all spread out throughout the crowd. You locked eyes with Anne and gave her a warm quick smile before turning away. When the service was over everyone gathered at the Gilbert House for some tea and conversation. You stood next to your mother, plate in your hands but you weren’t in the mood to eat. You set it aside and walked around the house to look for Gilbert. He probably needed someone to talk to. Once you searched around the house and almost gave up, you saw him outside in the front yard. You grabbed your coat, scarf and hat and rushed down the front steps.

‘Gilbert!’ you yelled after him.

Gilbert turned around with a surprised face, yet his eyes still carried his sadness within.

‘Are you leaving?’ you pushed your hands deeper into your pockets.

‘I can’t stand being in that house. Everyone wants to comfort me but I just want to be left alone.’ he confessed.

His hat draped over his forehead making it hard to make out his facial expression.

‘Where are you going?’ you asked him as he didn’t seem to stop walking.

‘I don’t know, the lake perhaps.’

‘May I join?’

He nodded and continued to look straight ahead.

After some time you arrived at the small lake in the forest you always went to after school in the summer. Everyone would meet up to bathe in the sun kissed water but everyone was happy and enjoying themselves. Today’s occasion was the opposite. You sat on a tree trunk and pulled your gloves from your pockets. Gilbert sat next to you and stared at the frozen water. He found comfort among the empty woods. You felt like giving him alone time and told him that you were going back to the house. That was the last time you saw Gilbert. Days after he packed his things and left on a ship. He left a note with a few details so that Avonlea wouldn’t erupt in fear of a murder or some sort.

During the first three months you would leave letters at Gilbert’s house in case he came back unannounced; just like he left, but you stopped soon after, after you realised that he wouldn’t be coming back for a long time.

You were peacefully sleeping in your bed when a loud thud awoke you. Your eyes were squinted due to the sun rays shining on your face. You got out of bed and started to get ready. Anne would be arriving any minute now. You always walked to school together. It was safer and more fun. When you rushed out of the door you saw Anne waiting on your doorsteps with an extra bottle of milk. You walked to school and noticed a large crowd gathered in front of the doors. Noticing the rest of the girl you walked up to them to ask what was going on.

‘Ruby!’ you called out and saw her spin around with a big smile on her face. ‘What’s going on?’

‘It’s Gilbert!’ she cheered loudly.

Your eyes went wide as you stared back at Anne. She had the same look painted across her face.

‘What do you mean ‘Gilbert’?

‘My uncle who works at The White Sands Hotel said that Gilbert passed through the place. Supposedly he was working on a ship!’ Ruby’s face was gleaming with joy. ‘He was covered in coal ashes.’

‘Is, Is Gilbert here? At school?’ you asked intriguingly.

‘I haven’t been inside but I don’t believe so. He’s probably at home.’ Diana chimed in.

You had to see him. You just had to. Knowing he was back and not knowing if he’d part again you ran back towards the forest. You made your way through the foggy woods and ran up to Gilbert’s house. You went up to the door and knocked on the door like your life depended on it. A few seconds later a man, whom you’ve never seen before opened the door.

‘Hello, who are you.’ he said in a strong accent.

‘Is Gilbert here?’

‘Yes, he is.’ the man smiled at you before he shouted at the top of his lungs. ‘Gilbert! There’s a girl wanting to talk to you.’

‘I’ll just come in.’ you smiled before slipping through the door.

‘Y/N?’ Gilbert sounded surprised. ‘What are you doing here?’

‘What are you doing here?’ mimicked him.

‘It’s good to see you.’

Gilbert seemed happier than the last time you saw him. His teary eyes were now filled with joy. He seemed...okay, and you didn’t want to take that away from him but he couldn’t just show up and pretend like nothing happened.

‘Why did you leave?’

Gilbert’s back stiffened and shifted onto his other leg. He looked down at the floor not making eye contact with you.

‘Can you at least look at me.’ a hint of disappointment and annoyance coating your words.

‘I needed to get away from here.’

‘You left without a goodbye and you left without telling anyone. Do you know what it feels like? To see your friend leave you behind?’ you raised your voice. ‘You could’ve at least told me. I didn’t know when you were coming back. I thought you left me!’

‘Y/N, I’m sorry but I wasn’t in a good headspace and needed distance from this god forsaken town.’ he stormed past you. The man that had answered the door was long gone. Only the presence of the two of you filled the cold house.

‘Distance from me?’

‘I never said that.’ his irritated voice erupted from the back of the pantry.

‘Sounds like it to me!’ you yelled back, angrily stomping after him.

‘Why are you picking a fight with me, Y/N.?’

‘A fight?’ you stared at him in disbelief. ‘Picking a fight with you? I came over because Ruby was swooning over your return and I came here to make sure it was true. To-see-if -my-friend-who-left-me-without-a-trace-of his-existence-came-back!’ you snapped in one breath.

You had enough and quite frankly didn’t know what to do anymore. The person you loved so dearly had hurt you in a way that you couldn’t understand. Gilbert sat down at his wooden table and stared at you for a few seconds before talking.

‘What can I do?’ he said.

‘What can you do? I don’t know, what can you?’

‘Y/N, I’m serious. I don’t want this friendship to end over this.’

‘You think I want this? I’m just upset that you left me if you hadn’t noticed.’

‘Please tell me what I can do.’ he pleaded out.

He stood up and took your hands into his. His brown eyes stared into your as your breath hitched.

‘I-I don’t know.’ you confess as you slid your hands out of his and turned your back towards him. ‘Nothing can fix this except time.’

You walked towards the door looking back at Gilbert once more.

‘Time can fix a lot of things if you let it.’

[archived-kin]

simeon with a himbo boyfriend

note from kin: once again i am writing for the boys because this fandom doesn’t have nearly enough content for them, especially for Big and Beefy Men. let them be in dating sim fandoms too!!!!!! give them more content!!!!!

anyway i’ve made you an angel since i don’t want to have to think about the deeper repercussions of what simeon dating a human would be (i mean we all know what happened to lilith when she tried it)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): male!reader, simeon, luke, belphegor, beelzebub, asmodeus, satan, leviathan, mammon, lucifer, barbatos, diavolo, solomon

pairing(s): simeon/reader but it accidentally becomes everyone/simeon’s boyfriend at some point whoops (this ended up as a pretty big block of text as a result so please let me know if you have difficulty reading it so that i can try to format it better!)

warning(s): nope!

genre: fluff!!!! fluff everywhere!!!!!!!!!

simeon thinks you’re the cutest goddamn thing in all three realms

you may be six foot four inches of muscle but to him that is six foot four inches of ADORABLE

you’re very strong so he likes to just run and jump up at you from behind and wrap his arms around your neck because he knows you won’t be fazed by it (physically anyways, emotionally is another story)

the other angels always gasp when he does this in public because it’s so far from his usual ‘poised and elegant’ thing but how is simeon NOT supposed to climb all over you like a koala when you’re so big and huggable???

simeon just really loves jumping at you like that okay

because every time he does you’ll just pause for a second and look very confused as to why your back has suddenly gotten heavier, and then you’ll turn your head, and your smile and excited little ‘simeon!!’ is to DIE for

he has to be incredibly upfront with you about what he wants because otherwise you will not understand

he has to say, word for word, “i want to sleep in the same bed as you every day” before you actually realise that that’s what he meant

the whole exchange kind of went like this:

simeon, being sappy at like seven in the morning: “i want to wake up like this all the time from now on”

you: “??? do you want me to come lie down next to you before you wake up tomorrow morning?”

simeon: “no, for the whole night”

you: “you want to wake up like this for the whole night??”

simeon: [sighs]

he also often has to be the one taking charge when it comes to physical affection  

like you’re always willing to give him hugs and carry him around and let him sleep sprawled out on your chest like a starfish and give him kisses but half the time simeon has to ask you because for some reason you just won’t do it on your own???

at one point simeon starts getting a little insecure that you don’t actually really like physical affection and are just going along with it for him

because he’s a sensible angel, he brings this up with you before jumping to conclusions

he was not prepared for you to reply that you always wait for him to confirm that he wants affection because you’re afraid that you’ll accidentally hurt him with your strength if you go for it by yourself

simeon doesn’t cry a lot but dear god did he come close that day

after that it’s just hand holding and hugs and forehead kisses galore from you and simeon couldn’t be happier

now, it’s time for a bit of backstory

you were created purely to fight during the big celestial war, which is why you are so Beefy and Stupid

the beefy is because they needed you to be both strong and intimidating, while the stupid is because they didn’t create you with anything but fist fighting in mind

during the war you were a force to be reckoned with because you could just run at and headbutt a demon and they’d immediately be flung straight out of the skies and back into the devildom

and, even better, this meant that you didn’t have to kill anyone! you could just punt them so hard that they’d be flung out of the realm where the battle’s taking place entirely

once the war was over though they didn’t really know what to do with you

you were basically just this giant baby who didn’t know how to do anything but war

so they just dumped you in a garden and told you to take care of the flowers

which was how simeon originally met you! he was taking a walk around the gardens and saw you crying over a tree that you accidentally snapped in half with your big clumsy hands

now, simeon wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but HOLY FUCK

if he hadn’t already been an angel in the celestial realm he’d have thought you were some divine being from the heavens

anyway long story short simeon consoled you and started helping you take care of the garden, taught you how to live a life in times of peace, spent entire nights just lying awake and thinking about your smile and your laugh and how warm your hands look to hold and how it would feel to hug you, and finally managed to confess to you without you misconstruing it as just a Friendly Act of Kindness, and now you two are the proud holders of the title Cutest Couple in The Universe

granted only asmo calls you two that but you’ll take it

speaking of asmo allow me to segue this to the rad exchange programme era

you get so sad when simeon tells you he’ll have to leave for a year

your face falls when he breaks the news and your voice is all lost and quiet when you ask, ‘does that mean i can’t see you?’

simeon is absolutely devastated

it’s like a thousand puppies and kittens are being murdered right in front of him

he nearly cries (when i say nearly i mean he does)

but he can’t back out of the exchange program now, and one year isn’t THAT much for beings that live for possibly forever, so in the end, giving you a giant hug and about a million kisses to make up for the ones you’ll miss over the coming year, simeon leaves for the devildom

he makes it about a month and a half without you before he starts getting all mopey

and you’re not doing much better up in the celestial realm

michael actually has to message simeon and ask him how to deal with you because you spend every day dejectedly shuffling around the gardens that you take care of and it’s making everyone sad just looking at you

simeon reads that message and immediately decides that either he’s going back to the celestial realm or you’re coming down to the devildom

the authorities are a little cautious about it because you’re one of the purest angels they have and they really don’t want you getting corrupted by demons

but simeon assures them that the few demons that you’ll actually be having contact with wouldn’t do that, and you’ll be under both his and lord diavolo’s protection

so you end up being allowed to join simeon in the devildom for his exchange year!!!

honestly with the way the two of you react when you see each other again you’d think you hadn’t seen each other in years

simeon runs up to you and jumps straight into your arms and you spin him around in a big hug and ahhhhhhhh it’s like a teen romance movie but with an actually compelling relationship

and so you move into his bedroom (because of course you’re still going to share one down here) and take up a temporary position as a gardener to take up time since you can’t really do school

pros: simeon now gets to see you every day again and you look very cute bustling around the devildom’s fancy gardens with a watering can and wheelbarrow. also he gets to watch you lift an entire shed and it’s the best thing he’s ever seen

cons: the others are all basically in love with you now as well

simeon’s torn between ‘why wouldn’t they be, he’s literally the most perfect being ever’ and ‘what the fuck, that’s MY boyfriend’

belphie likes you because you are similar to beel and you’re also warm and big and strong so he can take naps on you and you won’t be bothered in the slightest

one day simeon sees belphie just jump onto your back and start sleeping there while you’re crouched in the garden doing some weeding and he’s so stunned by the sheer audacity that he forgets to be mad about it

honestly you don’t really notice that belphie is sleeping on you until you go to get up and feel something move on your back

and then, being the dumb precious idiot you are, you just lie face first there on the lawn so that he can carry on sleeping without being disturbed

consequence: simeon nearly cries at your sweetness but is also incredibly jealous and belphie is now having Feelings that he didn’t sign up for

beel meanwhile isn’t sure how to feel about you at first because he kind of feels like you’re stealing his twin all the time, but then you make him your special candied fruits (from produce that you grew yourself) and he loves you from that point forward

also PLEASE share your workout routine with him he wants to know your secret

it turns out that you don’t really have a workout routine?? you were just made like that

though the constant exercise and heavy lifting and stuff you do as part of your daily garden-care routine (you take care of basically all of the gardens back in the celestial realm) helps as well

he’s a bit disappointed but he does like that you can pick him up without any effort

one time he asked if you were capable of it and without missing a beat you went ‘let’s find out!’ and straight up swept him off his feet

beel was fucking screaming on the inside but no can’t feel feelings that’s simeon’s boyfriend

meanwhile asmo… okay we all know the way asmo is

boy took one look at you and immediately started drooling (figuratively anyway. physically his jaw just dropped)

kudos to him though, he backs off with the flirting as soon as simeon informs everyone that you’re his partner

asmo may be the avatar of lust but he is no home wrecker (he still finds an excuse to hug you every time he sees you though because awooga, muscles)

(he does know his boundaries so simeon doesn’t mind too much)

asmo also very likes the fact that you have such a green thumb because it means you can grow the prettiest flowers and you’re always willing to trim him a few to use as accessories

at some point simeon accidentally eavesdrops in on a conversation between the two of you where you’re just gushing about what kind of flowers he likes and how you’re going to plant them everywhere in the devildom because you like it when he smiles when he sees them

CRITICAL HIT!!!!!

simeon is pretty sure he combusts on the spot, while asmo is just squealing

thus was the origin of the title ‘Cutest Couple in the Universe’

satan on the other hand is mostly disinterested in you at first

the two of you live in pretty different worlds even if you live within the a five minutes’ walk of each other. he prefers to stay locked up in his room or the library and just curl up with a good book or ten for hours on end, while you’re always outside, digging flower beds and pruning bushes and cleaning fences and walls and basically doing every other little bit of manual labour that none of the brothers could be bothered to do before

he does note that you’re pretty good at what you do but that’s about it

until one day

you’re just pottering about in the garden outside the house of lamentation doing your angelic gardener thing when the stray cat that satan’s secretly been feeding for the past month or so comes by for its usual afternoon meal

satan has the window overlooking the garden so he quickly spots its ginger fur as well as you staring directly at it, and he immediately panics because what if you scare it away with your intimidating stature???

(yes, part of the reason satan doesn’t acknowledge you before this is because he was kind of scared of you and your muscles that he heard could punt beings out of entire realms back in your hey-day)

so he quickly dumps his book (though not without carefully bookmarking his place first) and rushes down to the garden in hopes of salvaging the situation, only to find you lying face first on the grass once again, though this time it’s not his little brother on your back

it’s the cat, who is purring like a little motor and aggressively kneading its paws against your back

satan can’t even see your face in this moment but he still basically gets cupid-shot in the heart because this is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he has to force himself to calm down for a bit before he approaches lest he get overexcited and accidentally incur simeon’s wrath in the process

anyway after that satan makes a beeline for you every time he sees you and learns that you are an Absolute Idiot, but it just makes him like you even more

if satan was intimidated by you at first though, levi is downright terrified

you look like you could snap him in half with a single punch

he doesn’t try to talk to you at all for the first few weeks because how could he possibly find common ground to talk to you about?? you probably hunt dragons and eat rocks or something in your spare time

it isn’t until satan brings you up one day and mentions that you are incredibly dumb of the ass and probably couldn’t hurt a fly even if you tried that levi even entertains the idea of befriending you

he’s still not making the first move though

but it turns out that he doesn’t have to! one day you just show up at his bedroom door holding a giant crate of his latest akuzon haul

turns it got dropped off at the local post office after traffic problems and you volunteered to go pick it up and bring it back

anyway levi thanks you and starts unpacking his stuff, expecting you to leave in silence, but then he looks over and sees you just standing in front of his tv and staring at it

he’d been playing some battle platformer to pass the time before you showed up, and while levi himself doesn’t consider it particularly remarkable, you’re absolutely fascinated

being a gardener in the celestial realm you’ve never really had experience with this kind of thing, and you’re even more tech-illiterate than simeon, so what you’re seeing is basically like magic to you

so levi takes it upon himself to teach you as much about the art of gaming as he can in the short span of the next four hours before simeon gets home from a meeting of some kind and you inevitably immediately run off to greet him

you learn the basics relatively quickly but you’re still pretty awful at it

levi loses count of the amount of times you’ve accidentally run right off the end of the platform and fallen to your death once it reaches thirty two

it’s pretty much the most he’s laughed in, like, forever

congratulations! you have gained a new member in your party! levi will now follow you to the ends of the earth because you are the first person he feels like he can just be totally at ease around without being judged at all and just have fun with

(once, after you leave another gaming session to go cuddle with your boyfriend in the garden, levi catches himself thinking that ‘it isn’t fair that simeon gets to date him’ and has to do some serious self assessment)

mammon meanwhile has none of the reverence for you that his brother does

the amount of times he’s tried to rope you into his money-making schemes (which never work because he fails to realise that you are incapable of doing anything malicious in the slightest) is honestly just embarrassing at this point

simeon has to step in more than a couple of times because honestly mammon could ask you for your wallet and you’d probably just give it to him without another thought

that being said your wallet wouldn’t be much use because you never have any money

you just don’t understand the concept of exchanging money for goods and/or services so you never see any need for it

that being said, simeon does give you some money every time you go out into town on your own because something will inevitably catch your eye and you’ll suddenly realise that you just cannot live without it

the thing is simeon spoils you ridiculously so he always gives you way more money than would be considered a reasonable allowance

which means all mammon has to do is tag along and ask you nicely and you’ll probably buy him anything he wants

he does this a couple of times but then stops because he actually starts feeling bad about it

something just doesn’t sit right with him when he’s walking around with a bunch of shiny new things you’ve bought him with money that was meant to be spent on you while the only thing you’ve bought of your own volition is a pack of chocolate lollipops shaped like rabbits to share with simeon and luke

he may be the demonic avatar of greed but even he has a line that he won’t cross

he makes up for it by buying you things instead

nothing too expensive (he’s still mammon after all), just little things like sweets or bulbs for flowers you haven’t tried planting yet or food colouring for you to use for your candied fruits

speaking of those candied fruits, guess who loves and would probably kill a man for them?

lucifer

man may not seem like it but he has a hell of a sweet tooth

there was a bit of tension between the two of you when you first met (well there was tension from lucifer anyway) because he’d never met you like he had simeon and luke and had no idea what you were like

plus he’d heard about how you’re everyone’s favourite now back in the celestial realm and the little piece of him that still misses his life as an angel is a little petty about it

but then he interacts with you more and he realises that that favouritism is absolutely deserved

he will not admit it but he has wondered what being carried by you would feel like on multiple occasions

figures out how to read you really well which isn’t much of an achievement when you wear every single feeling you have on your sleeve but it still brings him a bit of satisfaction when he notices something that simeon doesn’t

he may be a pridey mcprideface but he is willing to give up a bit of that pride by pretending he can’t carry something heavy so that he can watch you do it

simeon acts like he doesn’t notice this but he absolutely does and he doesn’t know if he should tease lucifer about it or whack him over the head with a newspaper for it

all that aside though, much like simeon,  lucifer also thinks you’re just the cutest

he comes across you building a pillow fortress in the middle of the house of lamentation’s living room one day and is understandably like “what are you doing in my house and what are you doing with those pillows”

you explain very seriously that satan asked you for help in an apparently pre-arranged pillow fight with mammon and that every warrior needs a well-protected base of operations and offer to show him all the optimised battle features somehow recreated from nothing but cushions and blankets and chairs 

lucifer’s heart goes d o k i  d o k i

he also has experience with Big and Dumb men from dealing with both beel and diavolo (when the three of you are together it’s just himbo3) so the stupid doesn’t bother him much

speaking of diavolo (wow i am nailing all of these transitions from character to character look at me go)

this man is basically just a grown up golden retriever boy and you are a big gentle st. bernard so the two of you get along like a house on fire

you’ve seen how much this man gushes about lucifer. now imagine that times a thousand

that is how he talks about you

honestly sometimes you’d think HE’S the one dating you

simeon would probably get defensive if he didn’t get so much whiplash from their conversations about you

diavolo: “i must say, i never would have pinned [name] as being your type”

simeon, ready to Fucking Brawl: “excuse me?”

diavolo: “though i don’t blame you, have you seen his page in that book about the celestial war? the illustration does his true beauty no justice, of course, but it’s enchanting in and of itself. to be honest i’d have loved to have seen him in action during the war, i imagine it would have been quite breath-taking to see”

simeon: “…what”

barbatos is usually just there in the background during half of these exchanges and he has to seriously stiffen up his poker face to resist just bursting into laughter

the other half of the time the conversation is just simeon and diavolo going back and forth gushing about you

barbatos honestly dislikes you a bit at first

not for any personal faults of your own! it’s just that all your garden work + your very forgetful mind means that you’re often tracking dirt everywhere

it doesn’t help that diavolo keeps inviting you over to the castle for tea and a chat and half the time you leave these big footprints on the floor and he wants to cry because he just spent four hours mopping that

he mentions it to diavolo in passing at one point, who then passes the message on to simeon

barbatos kind of gets concerned for himself because he knows simeon does not take well to you being insulted (one time a demon at the r.a.d. called you an ‘unintelligent buffoon’ and he was ready to start a fist fight right then and there)

not that it was an insult, but you never know how love can blind you to reason

but simeon just assures him not to worry and tells you to remember to clean your shoes as well as changing clothes after doing some gardening

normally you’d forget being told these things within a few hours but simeon offers to give you a kiss every time you remember to do this so now you remember every single time you’re about to enter a building after doing some gardening

after that barbatos holds no ill will to you at all

he teaches you how to bake and is honestly so endeared by how clumsy you get in the kitchen

you knock an entire container of salt into the cake mix by accident because your hands are too big and you moved too fast and barbatos is just like 🥺

he low-key babies you even though he’s like an entire two heads shorter than you

you don’t mind though because getting babied by barbatos means you get given all sorts of cakes and sweets all the time

simeon isn’t sure how to feel about it but it doesn’t seem to be the patronising kind of babying (it’s more of an affectionate doting) so he lets it happen

what he doesn’t let happen is solomon’s relentless attempts to feed you his food

you are both too dumb and too nice to realise just how bad his cooking is, but simeon knows you have a sensitive stomach and are actually a pretty fussy eater - you just tend to stay quiet when something isn’t to your liking because you don’t want to complain

having had a sample of solomon’s food himself in the past, he knows that you’ll probably get sick eating it, and he doesn’t want you to be uncomfy so he refuses to let you try even a bite

it’s like he has a radar in his head that goes off every time solomon approaches you will a bowl of ‘noodle soup’ that looks more like something he’s fished out of a nuclear waste tank

solomon, when he’s not trying to indirectly poison you, is probably the guy you spend the most time with apart from simeon and luke

he’ll just hang around nearby with a spell book while you do your gardening and show you some neat little magic tricks every now and then

he tries to help with the gardening but he’s not exactly physically strong and he nearly breaks his back trying to lift a giant bag of compost

so he decides it’s probably better for him to just watch from afar

kind of wants to conduct an experiment to see just how much weight you can lift before you start getting tired

one time he sees you cut down a whole tree with one hard swat of your hand and just walk off carrying it over your shoulder and he has to take several deep breaths

luke knew you already, so not much changes while you’re in the devildom

he really wants to learn to make candied fruits the same way you do but he can never get the hang of boiling the sugar mixture to the right heat and consistency (plus he’s kind of scared of how hot it gets)

you like to just carry him around on your shoulders and while luke would normally bristle at being treated like a child, you act like this with nearly everyone

(once he sees you running around the garden with diavolo of all people perched on your shoulders, arms raised in the air like he’s on a rollercoaster ride, and he nearly passes out on the spot)

he seriously adores you and acts like a guard dog whenever he feels like any of the others are trying to take advantage of your dim-witted naïveté because NO demons are allowed to harm his big brother like that

he will also chase them off with a stick if he has to if they get too close because no being is allowed to even remotely try to disrupt your relationship with simeon 

simeon himself is no fool, and he’s well aware of the effect you have on pretty much everyone you come across, but he trusts them because they’re his friends

besides (and he isn’t being cocky or anything), it’s not like the relationship you have with them even holds a candle to what you have with him

they’ve all known you for less than a year, he’s loved you for nearly two millennia

they might be allowed take naps on your back while you work or be carried about on your shoulders, but do they get to spend every night snuggled up in your arms, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath you take? no, he doesn’t think so

in conclusion: one day himbos like you will probably take over the world with their big muscles and unwavering loyalty and clueless grins that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and simeon’s pretty sure he’d be okay with it

[hoe-doroki]

steel and lace

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, anal play, sex toys, voyeuristic fantasy, scratching, creampie

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 3.8k

summary: The only one who manages to get Bakugou’s birthday right is you.

a/n: This is my addition to the Bakugou Birthday Bash collab (masterlist). Many thanks to @lady-bakuhoe​ for helping me flesh out the ideas with this story!! You were integral to this idea, love! And additional thanks to @whats-her-quirk​ and @therealvalkyrie​ for beta reading <333

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

Bakugou never took work off on his birthday.

Never. Why would he? Villains didn’t give a shit that this was the day the old hag had unceremoniously had him evacuated into a hospital room however many years ago. They didn’t give a shit that his friends—who were also heroes who should be fucking working, by the way—wanna come over to his house and surprise him. As though his reconnaissance-trained ears weren’t as fucking fine tuned at hearing idiots on the other side of the door as theirs.

What villains should care about was that he was a year older, wiser, and fucking stronger, and he was going to kick all their asses. That was what he told all his idiot friends every year when they asked him if he was going to take off work.

Every year he regretted it.

The idiots he works with really must not care about hero work, because every year they want to send him out on a field post sugar crash from some store-bought cake with his name on it. Or buy him gifts that he’ll probably toss in the trash on the way home. He’s not being rude; he just doesn’t need junk that he never would have bought himself in the first place.

Everyone is always grinning at him, wishing him a happy birthday—as though he’s any goddamn happier to see their ugly mugs flapping their lips at him—and trying to start stupid-ass conversations. If he doesn’t like small talk normally, why would he want it on his birthday?

And the singing.

If people really wanted to wish him a happy birthday, they’d find a way to do it silently while doing some respectable fucking hero work. Make his day easier.

But no, none of that was what happened. So he should have just stayed home. Let the villains have a fucking field day on April 20th, and he could have his real gift killing them all tomorrow on the 21st.

But, unfortunately, he was a dumbass and had gone to work anyway, like he’d learned nothing from the last many years of antics. And the continued antics had got him a little pissy. And when he was pissed off, his heart rate increased, his breathing grew heavier, and, of course, he sweat.

Well. Guess what happened?

“Bakugou, I am currently paying to treat burns and fractures on three villains. Care to explain?”

Best Jeanist was sitting in his office chair, blinding sunlight streaming in behind him. Late afternoon sun—darker in color but way more resentful towards human eyes, apparently. It was reflecting off of all of the neighboring glass corporate buildings, making Bakugou squint behind his mask.

Bakugou shrugged, petulant as he stood behind his chair instead of sitting in it. “Overkill.”

Best Jeanist nodded. “Did you…lose control?”

“Tch,” Bakugou scoffed. As if he ever lost control. “Villains were weaker than I thought.”

Bakugou felt the stare of that one fucking eye and stood firm. He knew he was looking at a suspension, hopefully just for a day or two. It wasn’t like he’d done anything terrible. Villains got hurt sometimes, just like pros did, and they got their care and then they got their justice. It’s not like Bakugou was violent on purpose. Anymore. And Jeanist sure as hell knew that, so it wouldn’t take Bakugou off the field for more than a slap on the wrist. He probably wouldn’t even be technically suspended. Just chained by the fucking dick to his desk with some paperwork.

“Just…” Bakugou braced for it, narrowing his eyes but keeping his snarl to a minimum. “Just be more careful next time. Shower and go home—see you tomorrow.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped. He closed it quickly, trying not to look like Dunce Face in front of his boss, but in all that was real and true what? He was just about to say something—he didn’t know what, probably something insubordinate—when Best Jeanist took out his own paperwork and waved him away.

“Happy birthday, Bakugou.”

Oh. So that was it.

Bakugou grit his teeth. Happy fucking birthday indeed.

It was nothing. His brain told him over and over again that it was fucking nothing. He hadn’t been punished, he hadn’t even really done anything wrong; he just hadn’t been squeaky clean up to fucking code. He could still show up for work tomorrow, business as usual. He should be tickled fucking pink.

But he wasn’t. Special treatment for being the birthday boy? What was he? Five years old and given a pass after stealing the chicken nuggets off Deku’s plate? Jesus Christ.

And if he was honest, he was mostly pissed at himself. Sure, he could blame how the weather always seemed to sprint from spring to summer around his birthday every year, strengthening his quirk. He could blame the villains for being weak enough that they had no business even stepping foot in his neighborhood. But losing control of his quirk even a little—and it had been a little—was fucking amateur and he’d have to pencil in some extra time at the gym. Maybe snatch Shitty Hair for some sparring, and, unfortunately, probably nab an extra therapy session and talk about this anger thing again.

At least walking instead of sitting on that stifling, crowded train car was doing him some good. Let him cool off a bit before he got home and you saw that something was wrong. He was nearly entirely relaxed by the time he got to his building’s lobby, even having the grace to nod at the concierge—who didn’t know it was his birthday, thank God—before heading up the elevator.

When he got off on his floor, it suddenly occurred to him that you might have done something truly repulsive, like inviting his friends over. He could imagine Shitty Hair’s shitty fucking hair sticking up from behind your sofa as he tried to hide before leaping up and yelling surprise.

Well, if that was the case, then the surprise was going to be him kicking all his dumb friends out of the apartment with one foot. Ain’t no way he was going to host a party on his birthday.

It turned out his worry was for nothing, though, because when he turned the knob—fully braced to punch out some teeth with his other hand—he was greeted with a totally bare apartment.

Like barren.

For starters, it was perfectly clean. Bakugou kept a tidy house normally, but this was certainly cleaner than he’d left it this morning. But more than that, there was nothing extra lying around. No stupid friends. No presents. No cake or even the smell of one. It was almost disconcerting.

No, it was a relief. A relief because he didn’t want any of that stuff. He’d had the slice of cake at work—and was slightly hangry now to show for it—and wasn’t interested in having another. And even though you’d choose better gifts than the extras at work would, it was nothing he couldn’t buy himself. So no, this was perfect. He was absolutely not disappointed. Maybe a bit confused. But not disappointed.

He took his shoes off and set his things on the small table by the door. Then he wandered into the kitchen, downed some water, and thought about what he might make for dinner. He might have expected that you and he would make dinner together or maybe even that you would have surprised him with something, but he didn’t mind doing it alone. It wasn’t like he’d learned to cook just to find a housewife someday to con into doing it all for him.

He decided to go to the bedroom first to plug in his phone. He was just sliding it out of his pocket when he opened the door, saw you, and stopped short.

You were on the bed—not in bed, but on it—wearing a black zip up with his signature orange x over the chest. You were on your knees with your legs spread wide, looking him dead in the eye with a deadly smirk on your face, painted in bright lipstick.

“New prototype. You like?”

The two of you had met when you were scouted from his parents’ business to design the clothing for his first merchandise line. He’d sworn off dating you from the beginning, because the last thing he wanted was to give the old hag anything to say about, firstly, her being at all responsible for finding  him a girlfriend or secondly, the fact that dating a fashion designer would mean he was dating his parents. He’d said fuck that to anyone who would listen.

But you’d gotten his brain from the beginning. Your designs were all sick from the sketch to mock up to the prototypes you always wore for him. Maybe he was a simple man for falling for a girl dressed in his colors, aiming to please him, but fuck it. You were talented, too smart for your own good, and pretty as hell.

So what? Now he had a dream girlfriend and one more reason to fight with his mom. Net positive for sure.

Still, that jacket wasn’t a prototype. That was from his first official line, no doubt, and he’d seen you wear it hundreds of times. He knew from here how much it would smell like detergent and how much like you.

You caught his eyes, raised your brows once, and then pulled the zip on the sweatshirt.

Underneath was nothing but lace and ribbon, contrasting the black and orange of the sweatshirt with moss green outlining your silhouette. The moss green from his gauntlets and his belt was caged around you in the thinnest strips of fabric, scraps of floral barely covering your breasts and pussy. The lingerie was an all-in-one, with the tiny bra connected to the panties by a few ribbons crossing over your belly. Not hiding a damn thing, but showing it off for all its worth.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned when the sweatshirt hit the bed, your arms still in the sleeves, but the look underneath now fully revealed to him. He could feel the blood going to his dick, just seeing you on display like that getting him up to half mast in seconds.

“Not a lot of coverage on this version,” you mused, sticking your thumb under a bra strap. “Maybe an edit for the second try?”

Bakugou growled, taking a step forward, but you weren’t done just yet.

“I was also thinking maybe full panties next time,” you said, turning around, sitting on your heels. The sweatshirt hung just below your ass, framing round cheeks that were caged by thin elastic crosses, and that was it. Not so much as a triangle of fabric to speak of. “Maybe write: Property of Dynamight on them? Or is that too much text?”

That was all it took for Bakugou to pounce. One arc of his fist had his shirt thrown with a smack to the floor and then his hands were on your shoulders, spinning you face up as he pushed you flat on the bed.

“You know I don’t like unnecessary words,” he growled.

And then he was kissing you, a hand running up the falke stockings pinned on your thighs as you pulled your arms out of the sweatshirt. One leg came up automatically to wrap around his hip, and Bakugou began rutting against your center, fully hard already. On his second grinding thrust, his pants snagged on the scrap of lace you were wearing. Wetness was already glistening on his trousers and he moved his thumb down to your core, groaning at what he felt.

“Crotchless panties?” he mumbled against your mouth. “You’re making this too easy, sweetheart.”

“Shouldn’t have to work so hard on your birthday,” you mewled.

There was a rumble in Bakugou’s throat, half scoff, half chuckle. “Yeah, remind me of that next year, will you?”

You were soaked already—the swipe of his thumb told you that much. Either you’d gotten really excited when he’d texted you that he was coming home early, or you’d…gotten yourself excited at some point after. Either way, it meant that foreplay could wait for round two.

He pulled his thumb away from your core and pressed it against your lip, smudging what lipstick had survived the kisses down your chin. You were half ruined already. You stuck your tongue out and licked at essence on his thumb before sucking it into your mouth, eyes wide as you looked up at him. Fuck, he could feel himself straining against his pants, grinding circles against your half-bare cunt for a spot of relief.

After you licked him clean, he took his hand back, leaving your mouth open and wanting as he began to fuss with the front of his pants. He caught your smudged lips again, holding your jaw with one hand as he pushed his pants down with the other. He pulled his lower half away from you, kicking off the pants—hadn’t bothered with boxers for the commute home—and let them slide off the edge of the bed.

“Ready?” he asked.

Your smile was big and you bit the tip of your tongue, nodding your head twice. That was all he needed. He grabbed his cock in his fist and slid it through your wetness just once, and then he pushed himself in.

Immediately, he felt the drag of something hard and angled against your lower wall right along his cock, pressing from tip to base as he slid home inside of you.

“Woah,” he groaned. “What the fuck?”

You giggled, the action making your walls flutter against him.

“Got myself a new toy,” you said coyly, wrapping your legs around his hips. “Promise you can get yourself something pretty on my birthday too.”

Bakugou reach a hand around your thigh, feeling the elastic garter pulled taut against the stockings that were rubbing so deliciously against his back and his hips. He grabbed a handful of your ass, and the tips of his fingers felt a rounded edge of warm metal slid just between your ass cheeks.

“You fucking naughty minx.” Bakugou grinned, showing all his teeth, rearing back out of you before thrusting back in, feeling the novel pressure of the toy on the way out and back.

No wonder you had been so wet to begin with. You must have lubed yourself up before putting in that butt plug—which wasn’t small, from what he could feel of it. He could imagine you, one leg up on the sink, ass sticking out as you fingered yourself, mouth dropping open when you inserted the toy. How cold it would have been when it first touched your pert little hole and how you’d gotten it all warm for him as you waited with your little secret for him to get home.

“It’s curved to hit prostates,” you gasped as Bakugou rocked hard, steady thrusts into you. “In case you’re interested.”

The thought, much to Bakugou’s surprise, sent a thrill right through his belly down to his dick. He couldn’t help but slam rapidly into you, making your eyes roll back. Fuck, was that something he wanted? It wasn’t something he’d ever thought about, and he didn’t have the mind right now to ponder it.

“God you feel so big.”

“You feel so tight, sweetheart,” Bakugou grunted, refusing to acknowledge the fresh heat that was on his cheeks after your previous comment. “Squeezing me from all sides.”

The butt plug left it so there was barely enough room in your pussy for his cock to pump in and out. The pressure was hard on one side, making him fucking twitch every time the head of his cock caught against it, leading him to opt for long, deep thrusts in and out of you. It was so good that he didn’t even care if the only present he got for his birthday was a little hunk of stainless steel halfway up your ass. He’d gotten home five minutes ago and already he could feel his balls tightening, threatening to bust a nut.

“Just think of it, Katsuki,” you said, your voice dreamy as he fucked you raw. “All the women wearing this set, thinking of you when they show it off for their partners. All wishing that you were the one fucking them. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? But they’ll never have anything but their husband’s sad cock that they pretend is yours.”

“Fuck,” Bakugou growled, putting a hand on the headboard and nearly splintering it in his grip. You were riling him up and it made him want to press his palm flat against the burnished oak and let off his quirk, send shards flying. His hand was already drenched with more sweat than it should have been, just like with those villains earlier. Goddamn this time of year. He couldn’t help it; his quirk begged for it. He was in dire need of release of some kind, and it wasn’t like he could cum yet. He had to know how your pussy felt when it convulsed around him, ass cheeks tensing and squeezing that toy hard against his cock until he was spurting into you.

Bakugou let off a few crackling pops from his palm, moaning as relief filled him, the tension lessened for a moment. A faint smell of wood smoke spread through the room, slightly embittered by the resin blackening around his hand. One more scorch mark on the bed frame. You groaned underneath him, taken by the sight of Bakugou’s ever-tight control slipping for you. You knew he’d fuck you through the bed until the rest of the frame gave way if he wanted. You’d both be flat on a busted mattress and he’d keep going until he felt you clench around him.

“How’s that sound, Katsu?” you continued, your voice growing higher as Bakugou took his hand off the headboard and pressed four fingers, still sweaty and heated from his quirk, against the lace covering your clit. It was soaked through. “A-Ah, you’d like the idea of a woman home alone, dressed up just for you, fucking herself on the dildo she hides in the back of your closet, screaming out your name and hoping to God that her neighbors don’t hear?”

Bakugou couldn’t do the long, slow thrusts anymore. Your legs had grown tighter around his waist, your calves soft and silken against his ass as he kept his thrusts deep. The butt plug was rubbing against the base of his cock as he pounded into you, his fingers swiping over your clit with little finesse, but speed and steady pressure making up for it.

“But no matter…” you continued, the words coming out in little huffs as you panted with your head thrown back. Bakugou couldn’t resist leaning down and licking a line up the length of your neck, biting your earlobe when he got to the top, “no dildo, no matter how expensive, no matter how long and fat, will be good enough. The whole time…they’ll know they’re missing out. Oh, fuck.”

All of a sudden, your thighs were squeezing tight against his hip bones, arms thrown over his back and finger scratching hot lines that would mark him even more as yours tomorrow. Then you were gasping, walls squeezing and Bakugou fought against your grip to pull out just enough so that the metal toy was rubbing just over the cleft of his head with every convulsion.

He didn’t stand a chance. There was hardly any warning before he was cumming into you, streaks of his seed dribbling out of you. He couldn’t even pump himself through it; you were gripping him so tightly and, more than that, he didn’t want to move. Everything was white hot, so he just waited it out, barely moving save for where his hand was still rubbing over your clit.

Eventually you stopped him, grabbing his wrist just as the grip of your cunt loosened around him. Then you brought his hand, glistening with moisture, up to your mouth, and broadly laved your tongue from the base of his fingers to the tips, looking him dead in the eye. You then brought his hand down to your neck, and allowed him to streak the combined fluids across and down your décolletage.

Fuck—there was no way he was going to work on his birthday next year. He’d let villains overtake the city first.

“They’ll know they’re missing out,” you breathed, and it took Bakugou a second to figure out that you were continuing your voyeuristic fantasy from before, playing it out to the end, “They might even think they understand. But the only one who will truly know, is me.”

You smiled, your eyes and grin both heavy, sleepy, sated.

“Got that fucking right,” Bakugou said, pulling out of you, his cum already dripping down your ass. He eyed it, only catching a glimpse of the glinting metal plug before your legs fell to the bed, spread and limp. He smacked your hip lightly with one hand. “Roll over.”

In no mood to argue, you flipped willingly, ass up, plug still hidden from view. The lingerie was damp in some spots from where your wetness had spilled from your pussy. He leaned his mouth towards one of the strips of elastic stretching against the swell of your ass and bit. You gasped, back arching, and Katsuki smirked as he pulled away.

“A fucking lingerie line?”

A chuckle escaped your throat. “It was supposed to be a joke, but now…”

Katsuki pinched the elastic with his fingers and snapped it, watching the slight jiggle of your cheeks as you jolted. “No.”

“But Katsuki,” you whined.

“Mm,” he amended, as close to ‘maybe’ as you were going to get. You both could always talk about the idea—truly ridiculous idea—later. Katsuki put a hand on one cheek under the strips of lingerie and spread it.

There was the plug, a stainless steel handle. It was thin and shaped like an oblong donut, not like one of those cheap bejeweled things. This one, even just what he could see of it, screamed quality, and, for a moment, Bakugou wondered again what it would be like to wear. If you’d gotten it in, he sure as fuck could. And he did hold a certain anatomical advantage in using it.

He put his thumb and forefinger to the phalange and gave the toy a twist, pressing it just slightly deeper into your hole. You groaned, your voice low and deep in the pillow like when he gave you a back massage. He smirked and kept at it. Seemed this was a birthday gift for him after all.

“Katsu, don’t tease,” you moaned. “Sensitive.”

Bakugou, however, had no mercy. He flipped you over again, pulling a little yelp from you, and then picked you up bridal style, carrying you off the bed.

“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice suddenly much more awake.

“Shower,” he answered simply. He squeezed the meat of your upper thigh. Not quite your ass but close enough for the point to be made. “I’m not done with my present yet.”

[stopitmeg]

charli xcx projects ranked by meg!!

8. charli

oh boy i get anxious as hell whenever i share this opinion over the internet because it’s so controversial considering it’s lowkey her best selling album, but charli is my least favourite. i don’t think it’s bad or anything, but only a few songs really stand out to me and i find the rest to be a bit boring. also it should’ve been NEXT LEVEL charli… missed opportunity. my favourite song is “shake it” and least favourite is “i don’t wanna know”

7. crash

i love crash, it pains me to have it pretty low on my list but i suppose that’s how it is. so far it’s totally my favourite album of 2022 and it’s all i would listen to at work for a brief period. she really fucking gave us 80’s vibes mixed with 2010 club music throwbacks and i couldn’t be happier. my favourite song is “beg for you” and least favourite is probably “twice” if we’re not gonna count the deluxe version

6. pop 2

i didn’t really get the hype when i first listened to pop 2, but after revisiting it a few times… i changed my mind. it’s a really sick mixtape and all the collaborations are neat, really has a wholesome vibe to it when you realize you’re basically listening to a group of friends having a fun time while making memories together. i’d personally scrap a few song verses that i’m not a fan of, but it’s not too bad. my favourite song is “delicious” and least favourite is “porsche” if i had to choose

5. vroom vroom

could you imagine if vroom vroom was an album with more songs… like it’s already perfect but… could you imagine? we’re really just starting to get to the ones on the list where i don’t have any complaints, just overall really great music and as short as this ep is, doesn’t change the fact that it’s banger after banger. my favourite song is “trophy” and least favourite is “paradise” unfortunately since i need to pick

4. sucker

yeah, you’re seeing this correctly. i believe in sucker supremacy, and i will not tolerate any slander. i can understand why this album is pretty much everyone’s least favourite from what i’ve seen, but to go out of your way to say it isn’t even good? come on. every song is a bop, vocals are addicting, it’s just such a fun time. i grew up listening to a lot of rock music, so i absolutely adore what she did here based on my personal preferences. joan jett and stevie nicks would be proud. my favourite song is “sucker” and least favourite is “die tonight”

3. number 1 angel

this mixtape is what made me really appreciate charli xcx as an artist and why i kept coming back to her music. i instantly enjoyed every song and remember how hard i fell in love when i heard emotional and ily2 for the first time. there’s something about her vocals too that really did it for me, like when it got occasionally either scratchy or squeaky, it’s like a guilty pleasure. i’d even say this masterpiece is underrated. my favourite song is “emotional” which btw is my favourite charli song ever, and least favourite would have to be “3am (pull up)”

2. true romance

it’s really funny because i considered this album to be my second least favourite around a year ago, and now it’s actually my second favourite for multiple reasons, and it’s quite personal. i just love when artists write about love, especially if their words speak directly to my soul and i can understand where they’re coming from and what they’re trying to say. experiencing heartbreak or any kind of disappointment in the love department can really do something to you, and true romance has really helped me deal with some of my issues in the best way possible. being able to relate to lyrics and draw your own meaning behind them is a really special thing. my favourite song is “set me free (feel my pain)” and least favourite is “so far away”

1. how i’m feeling now

objectively her best album and you cannot tell me otherwise. not only is it another personal thing with me because of the love theme and how much i adore and relate to the lyrics, but the process and journey that this album went through to become what it is today… is just absolutely amazing and very impressive. you can tell how much charli loves her fans, and that makes me love her in return. you can just feel how much passion and energy she put into this record and it represents how we all felt during lockdown very accurately. i can’t believe i missed my opportunity to help write anthems with her back in the day, it’s too bad that i’m a late fan, but definitely better late than never. how i’m feeling now is officially in my top 10 favourite albums of all time. my favourite song is “claws” and least favourite is “7 years”