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katkbc · 10 months

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kat is currently thinking of…

GOING TO A CHRISTMAS PARTY WITH TOXIC!EREN…

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MINORS DNI.

note:tbh i had a lil fun writing this! there will be a part 2 w smut but i kinda wanted to make a little story cuz why not? also this is WAY longer than i intended it to be.. sorry….

cw: fem! reader, strong language, violence, reader is a bit of an airhead + sensitive, use of alcohol, angst, eren is toxic , all characters aged up to 20+, im a sucker for toxic eren🫦 also he’s a bit possessive

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summary : you and eren went out to a christmas party, what’s the worst that could happen?

“how you holding up?” your boyfriend asks. as of right now you’ve had a little too much to drink at connie’s christmas party, not to an extent though. to be honest, eren didn’t expect this much people to show up. music is blasting in the back, people are chatting and dancing, some are drunk, others are playing beer pong, this party was for sure a blast right now. you and eren decided to take shots earlier with connie, jean, mikasa, and armin, but clearly you went overboard a bit. you’re currently on the couch next to eren, his hand on your thigh while your leaned over against his shoulder.

“i’m fine ‘ren.. trust me.” you reply, your words slurring together slightly. you take another sip of your beer, but suddenly it disappears. “hey, no more.” eren scolds. eren had decided to invite you to the party because you needed to have a little fun in your life. it’s not like you never went out, you just preferred to stay at home. but when you get drunk, it’s a whole new personality you’ve unlocked.

you came to this party in a strapless bodycon dress,in a nice velvet color. it hugs your hips very nicely and makes your breasts slightly pop out, you wore this with a simple and nice white button up cover up, which you clearly didn’t button up. eren didn’t really approve of what you wore, but man, you looked like a goddess. he couldn’t say no to those beautiful doe eyes you got.

“sorry…” you apologize. sometimes eren would get a little rude with you, but he would quickly realize once you start sulking. “it’s ok, princess. just please don’t over drink.”he smiles at you, and starts circling his thumb on your thigh. you feel hear building up in your core, but it’s just you having to pee really bad. you grab eren’s hand off your thigh. “i need to pee really quick eren, i’ll be back.” you give him an innocent smile. as you get up, he lightly pulls you back. “let me walk with you, it’s crowded.” he insists. “i’m fineee, i’m not a baby eren.” you reply. you grab his face and give him a peck on his cheek. “it’s just really quick..” “alright, don’t go running off though.” he replies.

after washing your hands you walk out the bathroom. you’re walking down the hall back to the main room, slightly stumbling each step. “hey, are you.. good?” a voice calls out to you. the voice belongs to a very nice looking guy. dirty blonde hair which is slicked back, and nice hazel eyes. “yes.. i am. i think.” you think about what you just said. the alcohol in your system is starting to kick in even more. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” he offers a handshake. “y/n, and what’s your name?” you shake his hand, and give him a friendly smile. your cheeks are slightly tinted red. the guy admires you, and can’t help but think ‘damn, she’s gorgeous’.

“porco galliard, you have a pretty name by the way.” he compliments. “thank you!” you let go of his hand. “so… are you here by yourself?” he asks. when he asks, your mind is slowly starting to go foggy, forgetting certain things, and a person. “i’m just trying to find my way out of here.” you ignore the question. “can you help me please…” you plead, looking at him with puppy eyes. “how could i say no to a pretty face like you, where to?” he pulls you close to his side, aware that you aren’t in a great state of mind right now. he doesn’t realize what he has coming.

“yo, eren you good?” connie asks. it’s been about 20 minutes since you left to use the bathroom. your phone is dead, and the house is very crowded, eren is starting to get worried. he would probably have a heart attack if he knew you were with another guy currently. “i’ve called her like what… 15 fucking times and she won’t answer!” he lashes out. “woah calm down..” armin sits himself on the couch next to eren. “how about let’s look for her, she’s probably just lost, you know how she is.” he tries to lighten the mood.

eren wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend. he usually gets angry quickly, and was possessive when it came to you. arguments would lead to you crying and him reassuring you, even though half the time he would start the arguments. but you still loved him no matter what, he’s your baby. and he loved you just as much, probably even more. he’s just ‘looking out for you’.

“yeah, we didn’t expect this much people to come, maybe we should look for her.” jean chimes in. “alright, let’s get going.” armin suggests. eren and him get off up the couch, meanwhile jean has already started looking.

meanwhile…

the sound of crickets chirp outside. in the duration of eren freaking out, porco took you outside for some fresh air, away from the overwhelming party. you needed it, since you were absolutely out of it. the night sky is beautiful, the moon shining which provided some light. you two were sitting on some steps in the backyard. “so… what are some things you like?” porco makes conversation. “i really like cats.” you say. “oh really? what do you like about them?” he asks. “they’re just s’ooo cute! me and my boyfriend adopted one not that long ago and he’s the cutest thing alive!” you ramble. “boyfriend?” he asks. “yeah, my boyfriend is the best. sometimes he can be a little mean though, and it makes me sad.” you say, sadness reminiscing in your tone. porco puts his nicely sized hand on your back and starts rubbing in circles.

“why would he be mean to you? you’re a really sweet girl.” he reassures you. “i don’t really know. whenever we argue sometimes it’s bad. sometimes he gets really mad and starts yelling at me, and i don’t like it. i usually cry because sometimes he’s just so mean. but it’s okay, he apologizes and then makes me feel loved!” you ramble again, words slurring together. porco looks at you. in the hour you guys have been talking he’s learned a good amount about you, but he feels like you deserve more than this so called ‘boyfriend’ you have. but again, he doesn’t really know too much details, and keeps his thoughts to himself. “well… he should honestly respect you as much as-”

“y/n!” the familiar voice calls from behind you. you look back and see the face of your boyfriend, with a look that indicates he is VERY pissed off. “what the fuck!” he yells. “don’t cause a scene eren!” armin scolds at him. “e’ren…” you hiccup. he goes over to where you and porco are sitting with armin following, with a worried look. “who the hell are you?” he looks at porco, with a disgusted look. “calm the fuck down dude, i had to take care of her since someone couldn’t..” he gives a remark. this guy was really testing erens patience. “who are you to tell me i can’t take care of my girlfriend? i was looking for her this whole time just for her to be with another guy.” he snaps back. footsteps are heard, them belonging to jean, connie, and mikasa. your vision is currently blurry, with tears flowing in your eyes. “what is going on out here?” mikasa questions. “oh shit..” connie realizes.

porco stands up and faces eren. “alright i get your her boyfriend and shit, but if you’re thinking we did something, we didn’t. she’s drunk as fuck so i offered to help her since this party is huge. be grateful i made sure she was safe, no need to go off on me.” he explains. there’s a pause of silence, until eren breaks it. “listen, i could honestly care less. i don’t want you near my girl.” he threatens. “eren… please stop.” you plead, looking up at the scene. “you don’t have any room to talk, what the fuck were you and this guy doing anyways?!” he snaps.

you hold back your tears. “we weren’t doing anything eren, don’t make this a big deal.. please.” you were stumbling over your words. this was all too overwhelming, since you came just to have a good time. you should’ve known how eren would’ve gotten.

“shut the fuck up y/n!” he looks at you with flames bursting in his eyes. “i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses.” everyone nearby looks at the current scene that’s happening, and you can’t stand it anymore. your mind is fuzzy, and the tears that were at bay on your eyes start slowly falling down your cheeks. you hated when eren would yell at you. now that he’s yelling at you in front of other people, you felt helpless. you get up and leave the scene, leaving everyone behind.

“eren what is wrong with you?” mikasa breaks the sudden silence. she then leaves the scene to go find you. “learn some respect, that’s your girlfriend.” porco remarks. eren looks at porco with hatred, not caring that he was causing an unnecessary scene. that’s just who he was. a loud and sudden sound fills the awkward silence.

eren gave porco a good punch to the face. “don’t tell me what i should learn.” at this point, eren was in rage, he could care less about anything right now. he wanted to fuck up this random ass guy who was telling him shit that related to his girlfriend. erens in the wrong but he doesn’t see it. porco returns a punch back, and this sets off a fight.

people start surrounding the area, observing what is happening. eren delivers a punch on porcos side, which makes him fall. eren steps up and is about to kick porcos face until porco drags him down suddenly, and starts punching him repeatedly. the scene is starting to get very violent, with blood drops filling the wooden patio. armin goes up and pulls back eren, but he’s still delivering blows.

“what the hell is happening?!?” a man who looks like porco arrives at the scene. another man follows behind him, tall, blonde and seems way older than the rest of the party guests. “separate them marcel what are you doing!” the guy shouts. “reiner why don’t you do something too?” jean shouts from the other side of the scene. connie goes up and helps armin pull eren off, and marcel and reiner pull porco away from eren.”

“parties over! everyone get the hell out!” connie yells. the news soon spreads around, and people start leaving before anything else happens. porco apologizes for being involved in the fight, and leaves with marcel and reiner. eren and everyone else goes inside.

“stay still.” armin commands. the party now ended, connie and jean were currently cleaning up. armin is helping clean up eren’s wounds. eren winces at the alcohol put on his wound.

“so, are you proud of being a horrible boyfriend and telling off your girlfriend in front of a crowd for no reason?” armin reminds eren. eren reflects on his actions and realizes he messed up big time. his anger always gets the best of him. “no…” he admits. “you need to go apologize to her. just to let you know she got home safe with mikasa.” the blonde tells eren.“how is she doing?” he asks, head down. “mikasa told me she wouldn’t stop crying.” eren’s emerald orbs look up.

he knew you were sensitive. he hated seeing you cry. he always tries to control his anger around you no matter what, but sometimes the littlest things will set him completely off. the guilt finally falls on him. you never argued back, no matter how much he yelled, because all you wanted was peace, and love from eren. knowing he said hurtful things to his girl is finally dwelling on him.

“i’m sorry for all the mess i caused.” eren apologizes, directing it towards everyone currently in the house. connie steps up, “listen, im not saying i forgive you, but you really have to work on yourself. you should be apologizing to y/n instead of us. what you did was really fucked up eren.” he replies. “we’re all here for you eren, just know that.” jean adds in.

as the moonlight shines, the night continues. eren, driving himself home realizes if he doesn’t work on himself, there’s a potential chance of losing you. he thinks to himself ‘i’m sorry beautiful, i would do anything for you.’ the texts he had sent you earlier sent, but you left him on read hours ago.

he cannot let jealousy and possessiveness take him over. he’s going to make it up to you, one way or another.

part 2 will be linked here !

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amberlynnmurdock · 1 year

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Blind Faith

Chapter 7: His Wrath

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You unexpectedly do some investigative work when you go out with your friends.

Warnings: angst, mentions of drug use

A/N: I hope you like this angsty chapter! After this, things really pick up, ahh!

Tag list: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynn @mattmurdocksstarlight

Hell’s Kitchen

After that night at Josie’s, you felt much more comfortable walking into work at Nelson & Murdock. Mostly because now you knew you were on all three of their good sides—Matt was the most challenging (and honestly, the only challenging) of the bunch to win over. You must’ve said something right at Josie’s because ever since then, Matt’s gone out of his way to greet you in the morning or offer you help on a case. No longer did he simply brush past you with a vague nod of acknowledgment. No longer did he avoid having you in his presence.

One morning, you came to the office earlier than usual to prepare for the day. You locked the door. Karen gave you the key the night before and you took it upon yourself to replenish their kitchen: the office was low on paper plates, styrofoam cups, and coffee. No one asked you to do this. You just wanted to. You wiped the kitchen counter with Lysol—when was the last time anyone cleaned this?—and then you added the new paper plates in the cupboards and stacked the cups next to them. Finally, your favorite part: brewing a fresh pot of coffee.

Suddenly, the creaky front door trying to be opened startled you. You started the brewer and made your way to the door, peering through the window pane to see who it was. It was Matt. You paused before you unlocked the door and let him inside.

You greeted Matt with a smile.

“Good morning, Matt,” you said lightly.

“Mornin’,” he greeted with a hint of a smile. His cane tapped the floor as he stepped in. “You’re here early.”

“Oh, yeah, I wanted to refill the cabinets. I noticed we were low on plates, cups, and coffee.”

Matt smiled as he shrugged off his blazer, and hung it on a coat rack. It felt strange, watching him do this, so you looked away. He leaned his cane against the wall.

“Coffee is a must,” Matt chuckled, “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that. I’ll tell Karen to reimburse you.”

“No worries,” you declined, “consider it repayment for all the drinks from Josie’s.”

Matt’s smile softened. You could almost see his eyes behind his dark red glasses. You realized how you held your hands behind your back, let go of the hold you had, and relaxed a bit. You shared a comfortable moment of silence.

Just as Matt was about to head into his office, he paused.

“Hey, uh,” he began. He had a look on his face like he was choosing his next words carefully. “I noticed you kept the door locked until I got here. You can talk to Karen about having someone open with you if you feel safer that way.”

You thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t a big deal, and you thought nothing of it when you locked it initially—just that it made sense to lock it. But you appreciated Matt’s concern, and his earnestness warmed your heart. For someone who came off as so guarded, he sure did have a soft side. Why didn’t he show it more often?

“Maybe I will,” you said anyway. “Thank you. Oh, did you want some coffee?” You asked as you heard the brewer go off. Matt raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, uh, yes please,” he responded.

“How do you like it?”

“Black.”

For some reason, this made you laugh. Matt had a look of amusement on his face, not sure what was so funny.

“What?” He smiled.

You shrugged your shoulders, “It just makes sense I guess. You taking your coffee black. I don’t know. It seems very appropriate for a defense lawyer. Maybe when I get my law degree and pass the bar, I’ll also be a black coffee drinker.”

Matt laughed at this. You went to pour his coffee and fix your own as well. On second thought, you decided to have it black, too. When you walked out of the kitchen, you expected Matt to be at his desk, but he still stood in the doorway of his office, waiting for you.

He raised his hand to meet you as you handed him his cup. You placed it so it was easy for Matt to wrap his fingers around it. When he did, his fingers just grazed against your own. You tried your best to ignore the feeling.

“Thank you,” he said softly.

“I decided to try black as well.”

He grinned. This time, he went into his office and sat at his desk. You blew on your hot cup of coffee and felt the steam warm your face.

Mornings like this didn’t stop. In fact, you purposefully started to come to the office earlier in the morning just so you could have a few moments with Matt. It may seem inappropriate, but your intentions with Matt were innocent. You wanted to learn from him. And something told you Matt shared the same sentiments, to come early in the morning. It wasn’t required of him, but ever since that first morning you shared, he continued coming in early. It sort of became an unspoken rule…or ritual, for the two of you to open early.

You took advantage of the mornings to ask him about his time at Columbia. You picked his brain for his advice on law school and studying. One day, you asked him why he wanted to become a lawyer.

Matt was hesitant at first…like he always was. He clicked his tongue and leaned against the wall, with his hands in his pockets. His tie was a little crooked. You continued to wonder what his eyes looked like behind his dark red glasses. Finally, he answered. And when he did, you immediately understood why he hesitated to answer such a question. You never thought his answer could be so heavy.

“My father,” he started, “He was a boxer. It was just him and I when I grew up. He was a fighter—while he hit the mat, he made me hit the books,” he chuckled a little like he’s told this story before and he never tires of it. “I liked studying. I wanted to make him proud. Especially after…” He drifted off. You smiled softly. You wished he could see you were encouraging him. “He was murdered. Shortly after my accident. He never wanted me to fight like he did. So what better way to fight than by using the law?”

“Wow,” you breathed. “That’s really touching, Matt.”

Matt didn’t respond. He just smiled, rather sadly.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” you added.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

And then, your mornings with him would end when either Karen or Foggy arrived at the office. They never questioned anything, but you weren’t sure they even noticed. And as you sat at your desk, flipping through files and scrolling Westlaw, something occurred to you—Matt probably wasn’t telling them about your mornings, either. It was interesting. And you thought nothing of it more.

Matt came by your desk quite frequently during the day. He was always kind with what he had for you. Could you translate these into Braille? Do you want to go over legal arguments? Could you prep my brief for the hearing? And you gladly did all of it. He could ask you anything and you’d say yes.

⣿⣿⣿⣿ New York City

It’s been a while since you went out with your friends. With studying for the LSAT, starting your job at Nelson & Murdock, and…your secret late-night meetings with Mike, you barely had time for yourself. This weekend though, Foggy practically had to tear your laptop away from your hands so you’d go home and “get in all kinds of trouble with your friends” as he said. You’re not one to argue over having a good time.

You got ready with your friends. It was almost time to head out to the bar. This time, you’d be heading a little uptown, not where you usually go out with them.

“Finally, you’re coming out with us! Gosh, it felt like forever!” Hannah squeezed your thigh in the back of the taxi. You smiled at her.

“I know! I am definitely due for a night out,” you said, feeling the warmth of the tequila settle in your stomach. For some reason, you felt a little nervous going out tonight. Perhaps it had been a while so you forgot “going out etiquette.” You are suddenly worried about things you usually never did—where you were going, how you’d get home, would you be out too late. One glance at your friends and all those worries faded away—everything would be okay, as long as you stuck together.

Besides. You had the phone Mike gave you in your purse. With this in mind, the uneasy feeling in your chest subsided.

When the taxi pulled up at the club Emily had chosen for tonight, you admired its gothic architecture, what you could see of it. It was already dark, but the building had harsh fluorescent lights shining on the front. You could see stained glasses that stretched far up and disappeared where the light couldn’t reach.

“Was this an old Cathedral or something?” You wondered aloud.

“How perceptive,” Emily chides. “Yes.”

It felt wrong, that an old Cathedral was renovated into a club where not so holy things would take place.

Bella bumped into you and squeezed your shoulders.

“Time for an epic night!”

⣿⣿⣿⣿ 11:00 PM

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sink the feeling of not really feeling present with your friends at the club.

It’s not that you weren’t having fun with them—you just kept thinking about so many other things you could be doing right now. Foggy let you take home some legal books from the office and you’ve been wanting to start reading those. You could be studying for the LSAT right now. Even the alcohol at this club wasn’t that good. You thought of Josie’s and how much your drinks tasted better when it was made by a middle-aged woman with a permanent scowl on her face than it was when the chiseled bartender with blonde hair made it.

You couldn’t bare to be in there anymore. And something felt wrong, getting drunk in a place that used to be a place of worship. You weren’t that religious, but it still didn’t sit right with you for some reason.

Hannah was dancing with Emily. Bella found Andre and stood by him with a drink. You made a gesture to Hannah to let her know you were going to get fresh air. No. I’ll be good alone.

You met the cool summer breeze instantly as you stepped out of the club. There was a line to get in now. A burly bouncer stood in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Once you leave you have to stand in line again,” he said in a deep voice. You waved him off.

“Whatever,” you muttered.

Walking down the street, away from the crowds of drunk people, you walked slowly and watched your feet in front of you, step by step. You thought of Mike. Despite him coming to see you almost every night, he did remind you that sometimes he’d have to prowl other parts of the city, to make sure people are safe. You understood. You made him promise you that his last stop would always be your apartment, though. But you had a feeling you wouldn’t see him tonight, even though you wanted to.

You reached the end of the street. It was quiet, uptown. Completely different from being downtown where there was always something going on at each corner. Uptown had more of a neighborhood and less of a nightlife. The corner of the street read West 61st and Tenth.

Squinting your eyes, you cocked your head, staring at the street sign as if it were in another language. Why did that seem so familiar?

And then it dawned on you. Ms. Cruz! One of Nelson & Murdock’s newer clients. The older woman in the dangerous apartment building. The one where the landlord wouldn’t do anything unless there was proof. How sick of him, to make an old woman put herself in danger like that. It was a very rundown building, from what you remember reading in her file, and she was basically the only trusted adult in the building. However…

No. You told yourself. Matt said to keep work and life separate. To not get involved.

But… you were right here. On her street. With a phone that could take photos and videos. This is the proof Ms. Cruz needed for something to get done!

And… you weren’t clocked in at Nelson & Murdock. You could do whatever you wanted. You thought of Mike—what would he do? He’d go in there and take care of it himself. Why shouldn’t you?

You couldn’t specifically remember her building address, but it was clear enough which rundown apartment building it was. Smack in the center of the street, the only building not connected to the other brownstones that lined up. Another indicator was the people in a haze, drugged out of their minds laying on the ground and lining the steps. No one seemed to notice you, until you felt a greasy hand grab onto your arm, digging into your skin.

“Hey!” You yelped lowly, so as to not wake the other people sleeping.

“Are you the dealer they sent?” An old man asks you. You yanked out of his grasp and ignored him, walking into the building. Jesus. It shouldn’t have been that easy to get inside. You quickly took notes on your phone of what you saw. The people in a haze who needed help, the lack of security system to get into the building. Half-broken steps, ripped wallpaper. You shook your head, remembering that Ms. Cruz said kids lived here, too. You took pictures of what you saw and felt your arm sting from when the man grabbed you. It looks like he left a mark.

There was booming music coming from an apartment above. You stepped over another sleeping person, a woman, and walked upstairs slowly. You gasped again when she grabbed your ankle, tugging gently.

“Are you an angel?” She asked with half-moon eyes. You pulled your ankle of out her grasp and continued to walk up the steps to the second floor of the building. You continued to snap pictures on your phone and even managed to take a video of the hallway. The lights made everything look like a sea green. You covered your nose with your arm to block out the stench. There were dirty towels everywhere, and in the distance, you could hear children laughing. You shook your head. This is no place for a child to grow up.

Up another flight of stairs, you saw the first door ajar. There was a TV flashing, but no noise came from it. You took a deep breath—out of fear or to block out the stench, you weren’t sure—and slightly pushed it open to reveal a man asleep, half naked on the couch, his arm tightly tied with a white tee shirt. You snapped a picture and hurriedly closed the door.

“You ain’t what I ordered,” a drunken loll comes from your side. There’s a man standing in between a doorway, his belly hanging out over his underwear and a cigarette in his hand. “But you’ll do.”

You immediately dashed down the stairs, jumping over the new bodies that have taken a seat, and run out of the apartment building, nearly out of breath as you make your way back to the club. You leaned against the building of the Cathedral, wishing it were a real place of worship and not a renovated club with trashy music and a liquor license. In the distance up at the top, you see a statue of an angel, looking down at you.

⣿⣿⣿⣿ Office of Nelson & Murdock 10 AM

It’s raining.

You walked all the way to Nelson & Murdock under a black umbrella, counting your steps until you arrived at the rusty red door with the golden and black plaque that read Nelson & Murdock. You decided to come in later to share what you “worked” on over the weekend when everyone was there. You skipped your early morning with Matt to do so.

Entering the building, you shook off the water from your umbrella and leaned it in the hall. You wiped your shoes on the carpet and made your way up to the office. You could already smell the coffee Karen was brewing. Delighted to see no clients yet, you were hopeful for a calm, productive work day.

“Good morning!” Karen beamed at you. “Coffee’s done. Feel free to fix a cup for yourself. Foggy also got bagels for us to brighten this rainy Monday.”

You smiled at her and hung your raincoat on the rack. In the corner of your eye, you saw Matt step out of his office. Foggy came in from the conference room.

“I’m sure Foggy has the power to brighten even the darkest of days,” you said under your breath to Karen. She giggled behind her cup and took a sip.

You poured yourself some coffee, black, and cut a bagel in half, setting the toaster for five minutes. Entering the room again, Foggy looked at you expectantly with a smile.

“Thanks for the bagels,” you raised your cup in acknowledgment. “I didn’t get a chance to stop for breakfast so this is perfect.”

“Ain’t no thang,” Foggy waved his hand. “So. How was everyone’s weekend?”

“Same old,” Karen shrugged. “Caught up on sleep, finally.”

“Ha,” Foggy laughed, “same. Marci and I stayed in. I don’t party like I used to anymore. Matt?”

“Same here,” Matt agreed, almost like he didn’t even think of the question.

“I bet __ here had the most interesting weekend of us all. She’s the partier, I know it! Ahh, I miss my college days…” Foggy trailed off. “How was your weekend?” He asked you.

Well, it was now or never. Part of you was excited to let them know you did some investigative work, the other part was unsure of how they would react. Matt seemed more interested in the conversation now, by the way he turned to face you. A hint of a smile on his lips.

“On Friday I went out with my friends. Some Cathedral turned club uptown. I’d never been before. I didn’t care for the way they renovated it,” you trailed off, biting your lip. Karen looked at you inquisitively and Foggy waited for you to finish. Matt’s face was unreadable.

“But actually, I ended up doing a bit of work while I was there,” you admitted. Karen raised her eyebrows while Foggy nodded his head.

“Oh? Really?” Karen asked. Matt placed his hands on his waist.

“So like I said, I didn’t really care for the club. I wasn’t even that drunk—er, sorry, I think I can talk like that to you guys?—anyway, I left for some fresh air and started walking up the street and then I noticed the street I was on—it was the same as where Ms. Cruz lives.”

You waited for their reactions. Foggy and Karen listened intently. You glanced at Matt, whose face was as hard as the ground you stood on. When you told them you snuck into the apartment to take pictures, they all fell silent. Karen and Foggy shared a nervous glance and you were stunned to see Matt react first.

“You what?” His brows scrunched in disbelief, his frown ever apparent on his face. You stuttered as Karen sat up from her seat and Foggy shifted uncomfortably.

“I went inside and sort of scoped the place out,” you answered weakly. “But don’t worry! I—I didn’t—”

“Oh my, God,” Karen said in realization as she walked over to you and touched your arm. Apparently, the man had grabbed you harder than you thought, and there was a large black and blue bruise that wrapped around near your elbow. It looked like a tattoo.

“Oh, uh, it’s nothing. I didn’t even realize—“

“You mean this is from when you went inside? Someone grabbed you?” Karen asked, gasping. She gently ran her fingers over the bruise.

“What?” Matt asked “What—you’re bruised? Jesus Christ, __, were you even thinking?!” Matt bellowed as he shook his head. You were taken aback by his harshness. You were expecting them to possibly be unhappy, at least Karen and Foggy were, but Matt looked like he was about to punch a wall, to say the least. His face was as red as his glasses. You were speechless.

“Matt—“ Foggy protested, in an attempt to calm down his partner, his friend. Your heart hammered in your chest and you felt your body begin to shake.

“Do you realize how much danger you put yourself in? And none of us knew? You didn’t think to consult with us before you did something like that?” Matt continued, hammering into your sensitivity. You began to speak but he stopped you again. He raised a finger at you like you were some child.

“Not to mention, entirely illegal,” Matt huffed. “You thought putting yourself in danger like that was helping our case? It could’ve put this firm in jeopardy, along with your life,” Matt ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Could you—could you imagine what that would’ve done to us if you…” he trailed off, in anger or disappointment, you didn’t know. Hearing his words reminded you of the feeling you get when you have a sore throat. No matter what you eat, tasteless or sweet, it’s all hard to swallow. And it hurts. It really fucking hurts.

His hands balled into fists. The toaster dinged, causing you to jump.

“I—I’m sorry,” you whispered, like a child who just got caught doing something bad. Matt almost looked at you but stopped himself.

“Matt,” Foggy clenched his jaw. “My office. Now.” Matt ignored him, walking into his own office and slamming the door behind him. You jumped again at the sound. Without thinking, clearly you were good at that, you grabbed your raincoat and went right outside the building, to be alone.

Karen followed you down—you heard the door open and shut behind you. You leaned against the brick building in the rain. Karen looked around and saw you standing, face in your hands.

“Hey,” she cooed, placing a hand on your shoulder, “he didn’t mean any of that. Believe me.”

“He looked pretty convincing,” you muttered. “I didn’t know it was such a big deal. I thought I was helping.” Tears trailed down your cheeks. You wiped them in embarrassment. You hated crying. It took a lot to make you cry. Matt made it look so easy.

Karen’s blue eyes softened. She was so kind, you thought. She smiled a little. “You did help. Just between you and me, I would’ve done the same thing and…and I have, before.”

You looked at her curiously.

She took a deep breath and bit her lip.

“There’s a reason why Matt got so upset with you. A few years ago, back when Fisk had this city wrapped around his finger, a woman came into our office. We were barely a firm then. Her name was Elena Cardenas,” she explained, “she had a very similar situation to Ms. Cruz. One night, I went to her apartment complex alone, with nothing but a can of mace,” Karen laughed at the memory, “but on the way out, the criminal element that was mentioned in her case followed me. Two guys cornered me and if Foggy hadn’t of followed me and fought them with a baseball bat…I don’t know what could’ve happened. And later, Ms. Cardenas was murdered by that same criminal element.”

You shook your head in sadness, feeling sorry for Ms. Cardenas, Ms. Cruz…

“I’m sorry, Karen,” you sniffed, feeling comfortable to be vulnerable with her. “I didn’t know the stakes were that high. I was just trying to help.”

“I know,” she comforted, grabbing your hand and squeezing. “Believe me, I’m honestly proud of what you did. Matt is just…” she struggled to find the words, “he cares a lot about us. Despite what you may think. He’s been through a lot with… Fisk… all of our lives have been in danger before because of him. He doesn't want that to happen to you.”

You stayed silent.

“I know Matt could’ve handled that a lot better and I definitely will be talking to him about that,” Karen spoke with conviction, “but try to understand where he’s coming from.”

You nodded. You did understand, completely. But still, it was shocking to be yelled at like that. Scolded at. What happened to all those quiet mornings you shared with him? His softness you finally had gotten used to? It seemed like now you were back to square one.

Karen let you go home for the rest of the day. You ignored your friends who sat in the living room. You feigned illness, saying you suddenly felt sick and went home early. You threw off your work clothes and slid into bed, burying yourself under blankets and pillows.

⣿⣿⣿⣿ 10:30 PM

Matt didn’t want to see you tonight. But then again, he did. He had to. It was him, Matt Murdock, your boss, who got angry with you today. Not Mike, your savior.

After you left, Foggy came bursting into Matt’s office yelling at him for snapping at you. Matt remembers he was having an out-of-body experience when Foggy scolded him.

“She’s… young! She’s learning! She’s great here and you probably made her never want to step foot into this office again!”

Matt shook his head at the memory, feeling the thought of you claw at his heart. He knows he shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. It didn’t make sense, why was your boss getting so worked up over you putting yourself in danger? He almost exposed himself to you by the way he reacted. If only you knew. If only he told you from the beginning who he was.

The truth is that his anger came from trauma. He can’t have the same bad things that happened in the past happen to you. He was supposed to protect you from that.

And tonight, you were likely expecting him, Mike, to come to your rooftop. Regardless, he knew he had to see you.

He had to.

⣿⣿⣿⣿

11:00 PM

You woke to a strange, soft tapping on your window. You looked around your room—the door was closed. The lights were off outside, so you knew everyone else retreated to their own rooms. In a daze, you turned your bedside lamp and listened for the tapping again. It was coming from your window, and from there, you saw him. Mike. Crouched on your fire escape, arm resting on his knee. You struggled out of bed and wobbled over to unlock the window.

“So this is how we’re meeting now?” You asked him in a groggy state.

“You missed our slot up there,” he said quietly. Starting to become more awake, you let him inside. Mike softly shut the window behind him.

“You have to be quiet, someone might wake,” you whispered.

“They’re asleep,” he simply states. “Trust me.”

You plop onto your bed. He stays standing, a dark silhouette.

“I’m tired,” you softly speak. “I had a rough day.”

Mike kneels before you and kisses your knee. He clenches his jaw before he speaks. And when he does, his voice sounds strained.

“What happened?”

“I’d rather not talk about it. Just know I fucked up somehow, and I got my ass handed to me,” you explained. Mike dropped his head a little, before looking up at you again, behind that black mask.

“I can go,” Mike said, taking your hand. “If you’re tired.”

You don’t reply. You nod your head and slide back under the covers. Mike turns your lamp off for you. You want him to stay. You want him to take that goddamn mask off and join you in your bed. But he stays, towering over you. You sigh into your pillow, feeling the heavy weight of sleep overcome you. You hear him whisper something.

“I’m sorry.”

And you want to ask him what he’s sorry about, but you’ve already fallen asleep.

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siremasterlawrence · 3 months

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The Private Harem

She is the most beautiful thing I have see since I started this long journey but luxury ship to that private island, apparently I am sharing it with this swinging couple who saw me earlier surprisingly cornering me for a chat. I do not swing so I did my best to dismiss myself from the conversation but she has a way of tracking me down and leaving me no choice but to sit and talk for a bit. I told her a bit about me which was a major mistake on my part because she fell deeply off after that and ran away.Annoyed I thought what I was wrong with me but anyway before I could go to sleep I had this weird sensation to go for a walk and get some cool air instead putting on my jacket and I must have wondered off because I was cornered by her once more accosting me by the wall. This time asking for my forgiveness about her reaction as she is coming to my side, she introduces me to her needy husband who has a thing for me apparently as well and they ask if I could put them under. He puts a cigarette to his mouth all the while maintaining contact with me as he retrieves his liter fluid, he lifts it pressing the tigger his fear melts away as he takes a drag leaving me disgusted but I decide to have a bit of fun with my built in rage.

“Hey Tyler! Why do you like to smoke? “

“It relaxes me, great distress here”

“Precisely! You can feel it now deep inside “

“The tingling pricking sensation in your nerves.”

“Instant release”

“Take another drag”

“There you go”

“Feels good”

“Every drag takes you deeper “

“As you do I what you to turn to her “

“Blow smoke in her face what “

“Wait! No…I”

“You like it? I want you to count to thirty and sleep”

“Yes! One”

“Fuck….thirty”

“Yyyyeeeesssss”

The next day I snap both Tyler and Bitsie back to reality as they come to their eyes betray them, face me completely at a loss for words taking in there surroundings far from the ship but they oh so much moreprivate a revelation. I agree to meet them after we back at my agreed spot but as I made my way their I am greeted by a strange guy a bit older than mr with a arrow in his hands pointing it at me till he realized I am guest, he freaks out putting it to his snide he apologizes to me but I am not in the mood and I refuse to hear it from him despite his efforts. Never the less the day passes by in to night my eyes begin to sleep closing in, my body falls back head first into the cushy soft and colorful pillowcases and then all went down straight to hell at the sound of heavy rapid knocks on my door as if someone a lunatic is trying to break in. I open the door to see him. The same guy with this apologetic look on his face, his expression was almost kind of pathetic I wanted to laugh but I was so infuriated. He studies my face in explosive intent hoping to see some sign of me being understanding about the situation, but I am beyond angry and not in the mood to have any discussions on the topic. He continues to press on even getting to a point where I can see he’s getting extremely tired but refusing to look away for me as to say we can be here all night and I sigh finally giving in and accepting. His lips being spread into a smile, showcasing his white teeth looking stunning as usual, but that definitely is to be well expected from his type of course as we all know. I know his eyes hit the corner of the room completely enamored by the burning of the candlelight stick calling him as his feet attempting to barely walk right in the moment of enlightenment I strike. My two slaves come in to the light taking his hands and lead him to a table with the light as his mind goes in to overdrive the door opens to reveal his partner Barry who is quickly injected.

“Who are you? Why did you do tthhiiss”

“Well being nosey is a no no”

“Besides you feel good”

“Oh right!”

“You like me”

“We met earlier “

“Hey! How are you ?”

“I am doing fine “

“Wonderful really “

“Perfect “

“What do you think?”

“I love you “

“Hey Stephen “

“You met Master Grant”

“I love Master”

“We both do”

“We had him first “

“So what? Go kick rocks”

The party event planners on the event are at my door immediately popping up upon me in my sights because with a bright smile he is walking in and placing his giant planner on the table spreading it out over the next hour or so. I watch in awe and amazement as he details the events unveiling my corporate take over of this island paradise in a matter of a day because I own them all for life now and I flip my back to him opening a Chester drawer to find a letter in bold gold and red letters. Handing it to him he stares at it strangely in in confusion he picks up a envelope opener to the back slowly undoing it as the back of it keels to the side and a load of purple dust blows our from the envelope instantly hits him head on. It is on impact as Jensen’s facial expression goes dim with a beautiful, silly and sexy as fuck smile covering his face while his body is letting go he relaxed his back slamming into the floor head first he floats in to a state of mindless. “Nighty night sleepy boi dream of me and serving me.” I whisper in to his ears. Across the street his co-event planner continues the work so deeply invested as he jumps up at the knock on the door and has no idea why he is receiving flowers but once it it handed to him book the gas seeps right to his nose boop he is out.

“Wonderful! Why don’t the two of you sleep “

“Sleep it away “

“Let ours wash you “

“Wash you of everything “

“Your independence “

“Your life “

“Your wants”

“Needs and desires”

“Personalities ”

“What makes you tick”

“Your essence “

“Who are you ?”

“Answer me”

“Who am I?”

“I don’t know “

“My slaves “

“Yes! My pleasure”

“My purpose “

The gym is wonderful be facility I created the blue prints, commissioned and paid for It houses all sports, gym and a sauna in new original ways.

Speaking of new looking at Brenton’s heavy breathing in our state of the art wild house set for camping he is lost and stranded till the day is over and he can’t be happier as he sweats his life and brains away in deep heat. The heat causing him to hallucinating him in a sea of pure imagination he seas me across the pond someone he would pass and never pay attention to come to his side in a ability to help him. His days are over dropping on to my are he succumbs to my will like the big piece clay he is, I will mold him till perfection with my every whim and desire for my own personal enjoyment and no one else can no how it is to occupy one’s mind.

Colton exits the sauna feeling rejuvenation in the midst he walks out much shorter, gay, younger and so hot for what’s to come and it will be magnificent.

“Ugh! I need to go home!”

“Are you sore?”

“How are you here?”

“I am everything and everything “

“Invading my privacy “

“So are everyone else”

“Stop laughing “

“Who’s laughing? You must be high”

“Not possible”

“Didn’t the steam smell odd”

“You drugged me”

“I did no such thing “

“I simply applied some changes”

“You are so in to me”

“No…I am…hot”

“Yeah you are “

“What ins flaming hell? I am yours bro”

“Mwahahahahaha…Correct Dumbass”

“So who did you co-opt all of this?”

“Oh detectives if you have to ask?”

“Asshole! I’ll kill you”

“Chill”

“So naive “

“Who is ?”

“You stepped in to my trap “

“Let the games begin”

“What is that liquid “

“Your rebirth “

“Nnnnooo”

“For Master”

The end

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roguesimagination · 2 years

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HI okay so i’ve had this on my mind for AWHILE now but … jealous neteyam and having some heavy makeout sessions with him afterwards ??? I’M BEGGING AT THIS POINT. 🙏🏼

R U Mine?

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x F!Omaticaya Reader

Synopsis: A boy from the Metkayina Clan gives you a gift and Neteyam gets jealous. That's when actions speak better than words.

Genre: kinda angst (but not really) and fluff

Content Warnings: hurt feelings, jealousy, heavy makeout session, Neteyam and reader are over 18.

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: Sorry for taking so long. I'm stresses due to exams and I haven't had much free time these days. Also, I know it's kinda short but I hope that you like it.

Neteyam listened as you kept talking about Lun’ei. He wasn’t the type of guy to get easily jealous, but the more you talked about him the more he worried. Sure, Neteyam was one the strongest warriors from the Omaticaya clan, and he was skilled in many others things such as archery, strategy or any type of combat really, but Lun’ei was different. Since he was a Metkayina he was taller, his shoulders were wider, his hair was curly and he had some tattoos, something that you seemed to like a lot by the way you talked about it.

But what really worried him the most was the necklace he had gifted you. It was a precious necklace full of different pearls and a big shiny shell in the middle. Neteyam tried to convince himself that it was a meaningless present, but Tsireya thought otherwise.

“Wait, you’re telling me that Lun’ei gifted you this necklace?” Tsireya asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, why?” you answered, with a confused look on your face. “Is something wrong?”

“You don’t know what this means, do you?” Tsireya giggled.

“It’s just a gift.” you shrugged. “I didn’t know it was supposed to mean something.”

“Well, here if you give someone a necklace with that specific kind of shell,” Aonung explained. “it means that they like you, more than a friend.”

“B-but it doesn’t necessarily mean that, right?” you blushed. “I mean, he didn’t tell me anything afterwards. He just gave it to me.”

Neteyam was biting the inside of his cheek. This couldn’t be happening. He had known you his whole life, he had tried to impress you plenty of times with his skills and his talents and now this boy had given you a stupid necklace to win your heart. And the worst part was that it seemed like you liked him. You were flustered, giggly and even shy. He had lost his chance.

“But do you like him?” Lo’ak asked.

Of course, his baby brother had to make the question he feared the most.

“Well, I, uhm…” you blushed again. “Gosh, stop looking at me. You all me nervous!”

“Come on!, Just tell us.” Aonung teased. “I bet Lun’ei is expecting an answer soon.”

“He’s funny, creative, brave,” you explained. “but- hey, where are you going?”

Neteyam had stood up while you were talking about that boy. He couldn’t stand it, so he decided to leave without even saying a word. He didn’t even look back.

With his clenched fists and a knot on his throat he walked to an isolated area of the beach and sat on the ground, contemplating the horizon as the day darkened. Maybe he wasn’t good enough for you, or not even your type. Lun’ei was the complete opposite of Neteyam, so he had no other option than to accept it the way it was. He could be the best warrior or even the next olo’eyktan, but all he really wanted was to have you.

His thoughts were soon interrupted when he saw you walking towards him. He rolled his eyes and stood up, ready to leave again.

“Wait!” you shouted as you increased your pace. “Neteyam!”

He sighed and turned around, regretting the consequences of his actions.

“You left earlier without saying anything.” you said. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Neteyam shrugged while looking at your necklace again.

“Please, don’t lie to me.” you begged. “Just tell me what’s troubling you and I’ll try to help you.”

“You can’t help me.” he explained.

“Why?” you asked in confusion.

“Because you’re a part of the problem!” he exclaimed.

“Can you stop acting like a skxawng?” you asked, tired of his behavior. “I’ve done nothing to you!”

“Yes, you have!” Neteyam shouted. “You make my heart go faster everytime I see you and you make me mad everytime you talk about that stupid Lun’ei!”

“W-what?” you were even more confused now. “I don’t understand.”

Neteyam felt unable to talk more about his feelings, so he let the actions speak for themselves. He held your face in his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. He swore your lips tasted like heaven. Unsure of his actions, he separated his lips from you slowly. You didn’t do anything. You just stood there looking at him, still processing what just happened. Honestly, you were taken aback by his impulsiveness.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that.” he said as he took his hands off of you. “I’m sorry. I’m so-”

You kissed him back. You were on your tiptoes since he was much taller than you, placing your hands on his neck and caressing his braids.

“Just shut up and make me yours already.” you whispered between kisses.

Your words and actions got him quickly excited. He held you by your waist and placed your legs around his torso.

He kissed you back feverishly, sliding his tongue between your lips as you deepened the kiss. He sat on the ground, still holding your body with his strong arms. Now that you were on his lap he ran his hands all over your body; your back, your shoulders, your thighs… After you kissed him back there were no more worries. You were his as much as he was yours.

You pulled your lips apart to take a breath. Your lips looked swollen and glossy from all the kissing, but Neteyam wasn’t done with you. He got close to your neck and began licking and kissing the area, earning some whimpers and sounds from you.

“Wh-what are you doing, Neteyam?” you voiced.

“I’m letting everyone know” he explained. “that you’re mine.”

He made sure to suck harshly, but without hurting you, leaving purple and deep blue marks. He stroke your back while he was focused on his task, making random patterns. Then, he moved to your collarbones and did the same. You should probably stop him since you could get scolded or embarrassed by this, but you didn’t care. It felt too good to stop, and the sounds you made only motivated him to do more.

He pulled away to take a look at his artwork, proud of the result.

“Next time you’re jealous you can just tell me, you know?” you laughed as you stood up.

“I’m not jealous.” Neteyam whispered, standing up as well.

“Really?” you asked sarcastically. “You’ve been angry since you knew that Lun’ei gave me this necklace.”

He looked at the necklace again, remembering what it meant. He shouldn’t be sad after what happened between the two of you, but everytime time he looked at it he remembered Lun’ei’s intentions. You noticed how his mood changed, so you took off the necklace.

“Why are you taking it off?” Neteyam furrowed his brows.

“Because I like you, Neteyam.” you smiled softly. “I won’t wear a necklace if it’s not from you.”

“A-are you sure?” he was flustered. “I-I mean, you can wear it. I won’t get mad. I promise.”

“I’m sure.” you reassured him.

After your response, he took off the necklace he was wearing and placed it on you. This necklace was larger, full of brown beads and with an animal’s tooth at the end; probably a creature Neteyam had hunted.

“I know it’s not as pretty as the other one.” he said. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

You got on your tiptoes again and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Neteyam smiled between kisses, happy to know that at least now you were together, complimenting each other.

“I love it.” you reassured him. “And I love you.”

“I love you too.” he smiled widely.

#neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x reader #fluff #angst #avatar #avatar 2 #the way of water #fanfic #oneshot #drabble #hot

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turretistrying · 2 years

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The Caged Bird and Chased Mouse

Chapter 2: The Mouse Rests

HOLY HECK,,, lots of people seem to like this idea, i wasn’t expecting people to like it or want to be part of a taglist no less! Im still not a writer by trade,, im an artist so maybe,,, just maybe,,, ill draw some scenes if you ask politely (they;ll be sketches but hey if it helps you visualize then I’d be happy to help!) also If you want i can answer things if something’s unclear in the story *this is just me asking for asks tbh,, i need friends haha* anyways i’ma make this one longer to compensate for the shorter one last time.

No Warnings!

You were in a void of darkness, sitting down on the non-existent floor. You look around hoping you’d see something at least vaguely familiar to latch yourself to, but it was truly empty. You started to stand up to gain some bearings on where you were.

It felt like a dream, you thought, it had the same sort of fuzzy quality you’d feel when dreaming with nothing truly concrete. Or perhaps, it’s a worse, torturous nightmare than the one you just escaped, your traitorous brain supplied. You shook your head to make sure the thought didn’t linger for too long and started to wander in the void.

After a while of walking around aimlessly you started to think of your life before this whole fiasco, your comfortable bed with plenty of blankets, pillows and plushies. Your walls decorated with assorted posters and trinkets. Your windows that gave a clear view of your yard and the bird feeder you put to watch them come and go. Your plants outside that needed water regularly, making you one of the few Genshin players that touched grass nearly everyday.

You didn’t even realize you had closed your eyes. You opened them, expecting to see the void once again but…

It was your room. Your magnificent room. You could’ve cried at such a familiar and mundane sight.

You were about to fall into your bed but you noticed it was alright occupied by someone. It was the child that was trapped in the orb thing, she was here sitting in your bed looking at you expectantly. You sat next to her in the bed (damn, it also felt the same,) and stared back.

“…” The white-haired girl kept opening and closing her mouth as if she couldn’t think of what to say to you, “You seem so… Familiar to me. Do you know why?”

You were taken aback, but worried, was she also going to accuse you of being an imposter? You spoke after a bit “uhm, no, I’m sorry.”

“Oh. I was hoping you knew, it’s frustrating to not know something when its… uhm” She puts a finger to her chin in thought

“On the tip of your tongue?” You try and supply helpfully

“Yes! Hehe, I guess that was also ‘on the tip of my tounge’!” She giggles at what she thought of, you also laugh but mostly because of her enthusiasm. You both settle back into silence but a question was still bugging you in the back of your head;

“Why were you trapped in that… Orb thing,” You gesture a circle shape with your hands ”back in what I assume is the real world.”

“Ah, well I’m the Archon of Sumeru and-“ Your eyes widen at that but you decide to stay quiet, “I’m not fit to rule Sumeru, so I let the Sages run everything and because of that I’m not really meant to be outside of the Sanctuary so I’m stuck here.” Her head sags down when she finished speaking, making her look incredibly downtrodden

You tilt your head slightly to the side at mention of ‘Sages’, but decide to just ask simple questions since, well this has been the first character that has shown you friendliness towards you and you’d like to make a friend before they turn against you. “What’s your name? I’m sorry, i know I should’ve asked earlier but, I forget i guess. I’ll tell mine in return, its only fair.”

She lifts her head back up and gives a smile “That’s okay, I also should have asked. I’m Lesser Lord Kusanali but you can called me Nahida.” You tell her your name, your real one and not the one you used in the game, which seemed to be the name given to ‘The Creator’ from what you’ve gathered in your terrifying travels across Teyvat.

You yawn and lean back into bed, “I know this is a dream and yet I still feel tired, I wonder why that is.” Nahida looks at you while you lay down, as if she wants to do something.

“Do you want to.. cuddle Nahida?” You offer, unsure

Her eyes widen and she gives a shy slow nod to you. You open your arms as you lay on your side for her to come over. She hesitantly gets closer, almost nervous about it. Once she’s close enough you wrap your arms around her and pull her closer, she’s like a plushie shes so smol squish her, you thought as you started to drift into what felt like an even deeper sleep. Nahida’ s small arms wrapped around you waist and snuggled her head into your chest as you fell unconscious.

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The Traveler felt… Lost. The force that seemed to guide them throughout Teyvat seemed to disappear, they no longer felt the warmth that the being dubbed ‘The Creator’ gifted them when they led their body to new areas and helped with everything. Paimon has been asking them what’s wrong and why they haven’t been traveling (or talking for that matter) as much as of late, because Paimon didn’t seem to understand anything about The Creator at all unlike the Traveler’s other companions. “Maybe Paimon isn’t worthy enough to receive The Creator’s warmth like me” thought the Traveler as they absentmindedly pushed around the ash from the campfire they’d set up an hour earlier.

They decided to bring out their Adventure Handbook and flipped to the Map, it seemed like they was one marker left from the last time they had been controlled by The Creator. “Hey Paimon, Tomorrow we’ll be back on the road.” Traveler said to his flying friend who was currently devouring an entire Honey Roast.

“*Nom Nom* Where to? Paimon’s bones have been aching for some good adventure!” Paimon ignored that Traveler had finally spoke a full sentence to her after weeks, more focused on the idea of going somewhere new.

“Sumeru.”

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So? How you like it? It’s probably not that long if im being honest ehe. So yeah Traveler is coming into the mix, which btw you guys can decide if you want the Traveler to be Lumine or Aether! (Because I can’t deal with using They for both you the reader and the traveler because i will get confused when writing) Also the whole room thing is based on what my room is like, other than the bird feeders but I’m getting those sometime this year i promise. I also had to read the lore for Nahida and it seems there was never like,,, a solid reason for why she was trapped in the orb thing other than “Sages wanted to and she did it out of her own freewill” and didnt have a larger purpose.

If your name is crossed out it means I couldn’t tag you I’m sorry :(

Taglist: @no-name-omo @moosieman123456 @tinandabin @esthelily @d0rmiens-fact0rem @lunalily19 @meerpea @justasleepyboi @lunarianillusion @cumbermovels @allblognamesaretakenlikereally @dulleyeddreamer @ello-its-me-ya-boi @jayastronomicnova

#genshin impact #au #genshin fanfic #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin nahida #genshin kusanali #imposter sagau #sagau impostor au #sagau #its so cute #fluff #fluffy #im not a writer

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ch1fxyuu · 10 months

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somebody to you ; 02

parts: 01. 02.

Yuji ran off to the path that led to your home, stopping mid way as he spotted you kicking away stones on the sidewalk, with your head hung low. He bit his lip, frowning slightly before he called out your name.

"Y/N! Behind you!"

Your head perked up upon hearing his voice, as you immediately turned around, seeing your beloved in front of you.

You stood there silently, not knowing what to say.

Nobara and Megumi watched quietly from a distance, hiding behind a lamp post.

With an apologetic look on his face, as well as a slight blush on his cheeks, Yuji approached you. You bit your cheek as you felt your heartbeat getting faster. The embarrassment you felt from earlier came back. "Yuji, I-" "I'm sorry, Y/N..."

"Huh?" Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Why was he apologizing?

He looked at you, scratching his nape awkwardly as he struggled to make eye contact. "You know.. you confessed to me earlier but I didn't even realize it, and made you feel sad, I'm so sorry for that.."

Yuji held your hand. "But please, know that I didn't do it on purpose! I had no intention of hurting you. I respect your feelings and-"

"Hey, it's okay," you sighed, before smiling at the boy.

"Besides, I kind of expected that.."

Upon hearing your words, Yuji frowned a little. He let go of your hand and cleared his throat, gathering up the confidence to say something.

"So, Y/N, I.. I respect your feelings, okay? And.."

You bit your lip. You know where this was going.

"I'm really grateful that you hold me in such high regards, and that you care for me so much, but," His eyes looked down at the ground, voice getting quieter, almost like a mumble, "ever since the passing of my grandfather, and all those events that followed after, I haven't really been doing well emotionally. I'm really uncertain and confused about a lot of things."

"All that happened really took a toll on me, so please.. I need some time to sort out my feelings for you, Y/N. Please don't get me wrong."

Yuji let out a small chuckle. "I'm not rejecting you, okay? Don't be sad! It's just.. I need some time, yeah.." His fingers played with the strings on his hoodie, twisting them, while his eyes wandered around.

"I want to be in a better place emotionally and mentally before I decide what to do next. I think I want to sort out my feelings properly, so that's why.."

"But if you think otherwise, that's fine too!" Yuji's voice became slightly louder, as he gave you a thumbs up. "If you want, you could see someone els-"

You disagreed.

"I'll wait for you, Yuji."

Of course you'll wait. I mean, he didn't really reject you, did he? He asked for time. He wants some time to heal himself before taking a step further. Who knows, he might even be considering to make you his girlfriend?

Before your own thoughts drifted you off to a delusion, you shook your head slightly, smiling at him nervously. "Take as much time as you need, okay? I'm here for you."

I can wait. As long as you'd want me to.. because I always have, all this time.

While the two of you exchanged a quite personal and sentimental conversation, your two other friends eavesdropped from behind the lamp post, listening to the both of you very carefully. Nobara's hand found it's way to her mouth in surprise. "No way! No way Yuji actually said all that," she turned to look at Megumi, "wasn't he sounding a bit too mature for his usual self?"

Megumi gave her a blank stare. "Atleast he didn't bluff some dumb shit," he muttered while running his fingers through his hair, letting out a sigh of relief, "I'm glad with the choice he's made."

"He does need time for himself. He'll never show it though, but, you know?"

He shrugged, taking his phone out and scrolling through it. Nobara, on the other hand, looked at you, who seemed relieved. Better than before.

She hoped, though, that things won't get awkward between you two. It's easy to say, but nobody knows how it's gonna be like for the two of you, for a few weeks from now.

You were bidding goodbye to your friend, before walking away from the area, heading home. Watching you happily skip down the street made Yuji laugh to himself.

I'm glad she's not upset.

He made his way to his own home, stopping in his tracks when he spotted his two friends at the corner of the street.

"Fushiguro? Nobara? What are you guys doing here?" asked Yuji in complete oblivion.

To which, Megumi didn't reply. Nobara huffed, trying to hide her surprise.

"We.. we were searching for you, you know! You ran away without a proper word."

Yuji's eyes widened. "Oh! Right.." He smiled, looking at his hands. "I met up with Y/N. I told her I needed some time. She agreed. I'm really glad that she's not upset. I hope our friendship doesn't get faltered."

When he didn't get a response from the other two, he tilted his head in confusion. "Huh?"

"Aren't you two shocked?" Yuji pointed at himself, laughing awkwardly, "or did you expect that from me? What happened?"

Megumi and Nobara exchanged glances, before replying at the same time, "Nothing."

The three of them walked home together, Nobara and Yuji bickering as usual while Megumi quietly tagged along, busy on the phone. While you peacefully returned home, and sat in the comfort of your room, relieved.

Relieved that you finally took something off your chest. That you finally told him you felt.

And that it ended well, with an anticipation of something better to come. Your heart hoped for the best.

tags: @poisoned-cupcakes please let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in the next parts! thank you for reading!

#jjk #itadori #jujutsu kaisen #jjk itadori #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji #itadori x reader #jujutsu itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #jjk x you

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forabeatofadrum · 1 year

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Ljubim te (16/24)

Notes: Hey folks, I am back and I have some news. I have actually written almost all of the fic. Yes, I have finished chapter 16 up to 23 (🤯). I am almost at the end. I haven’t started chapter 24 yet, but all in good time, you know? The reason I hadn’t posted any of 16 - 23 yet is because I finished chapter 16 just now, so I obviously couldn’t post the others.

But now I can, so I will! A part of me considered posting it all in one go, since I am very excited to share it, but that is a bit much, so I have decided to post a new chapter every day.

Apart from that, I have also started writing a side-story from Quinn’s POV. It’s not finished yet and it’s longer than I expected, but it’s fun. Anyway, thanks for sticking around and enjoy reading.

AO3 | S&C

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MAINTAIN

Kurt doesn’t mean to torture himself, but he is. Why else would he be obsessed with the Instagram of one certain Quinn Fabray?

Kurt and Quinn never befriended each other on social media, because why would they? But Kurt’s befriended Blaine, and when Quinn suddenly popped up in the “Friends you might know” list, he should’ve closed the app, but he didn’t.

Blaine might not be super active on social media, but apparently Quinn is.

And unlike Blaine, she is posting about her trip.

Blaine isn’t in any photos, since they’re mostly aesthetic photos of food, buildings and landscapes, but it’s another confirmation that she is in the country.

Kurt needs to get out of the city.

A part of him thinks about going to London a month earlier than planned, but he’s not sure if Adam would appreciate that. It might also be questionable of Kurt to seek out his ex when he’s trying to flee from his new crush and his girlfriend. He and Adam are fine, which is why Kurt is going, but it feels wrong.

He doesn’t really have a lot of trips planned. When he first got to Ljubljana, he knew that he could travel throughout Europe, like André, but he decided that he had time to figure it out, but now it’s April and he’s halfway through his time here.

Fuck, Kurt misses his friends from home. He misses his dad. He talks to them a lot through text and he calls, but it is different. He knew he signed up for this and he knew it would only be for six months, but now he’s lonely.

He misses Blaine.

Blaine became his person in Ljubljana.

Of course he has Sunil and Tadeja. He also has people from his classes and from his play, and the International Student Organisation hosts a lot of events. Kurt’s also gone to the gay scene in Metelkova a few times and he’s met really cool people there as well.

Kurt isn’t alone, but he is lonely.

All of those people are here, and yet they can’t hold a candle to Blaine, which is pathetic.

The day after, Sunil and Kurt are on a train to Trieste. It’s a city in Italy, close to the border of Slovenia. Kurt’s already taken the bus to Zagreb but it’s still mindboggling that he can just take public transport into another country. This train even continues to Austria!

Kurt’s been wanting to see Trieste for a while. He had sort of planned on going here with Blaine, since he once told Blaine that he wanted to see the city, but of course, that plan fell through. Instead, Sunil is accompanying him.

When Kurt asked Sunil if he were down for a last minute trip to Italy, Sunil yelled “Fuck yeah!” and that was that.

The trip isn’t that long and the next thing Kurt knows, he’s in fucking Italy.

Kurt and Sunil try to see the biggest sights. They go to the beautiful piazza’s and cathedrals. Kurt isn’t religious and Sunil is Buddhist, but the church did go big with the aesthetics and they can appreciate that. There’s also a castle just outside of the city centre and there is a gorgeous pier, since Trieste lies at the coast.

And there’s coffee! There is a lot of good coffee.

“The owners of the coffee brand Illy are from here,” Sunil reads from his phone and Kurt thinks he might’ve found heaven. They stop by at multiple caffetteria’s, as they’re called in Italian.

Kurt’s having a great day and sure, it does sting a bit that Blaine isn’t here, because the two of them have talked about going to Trieste, but it is what it is.

The next day, Kurt knocks on Sunil’s door to ask if they can have breakfast in the city together.

And after classes, he texts Sunil to meet up in town to hang out at the Ljubljana river.

In the evening, he wonders if Sunil wants to grab some Boni together.

Kurt thinks he’s being such a great friend, but Sunil sets him straight.

“Look, Kurt, I’m flattered that you want to spend so much time with me, but you need to stop and think for a second,” Sunil says.

Kurt raises an eyebrow.

“We’re friends. Boni buddies and all that jazz. I like hanging out with you, but at this point I think you’re just using me to replace Blaine,” Sunil adds on.

Kurt wants to protests and tell Sunil that he is definitely wrong, but the words get stuck in his throat, because he knows that Sunil is right.

“And quite frankly, I don’t like that,” Sunil continues and Kurt feels like an ass, “I want you to hang out with me because you like me. We’re friends. I don’t want to be second best. You’re always with Blaine, sometimes even ditching me for him, and the moment he’s out of the picture, you come crawling back to me. How am I supposed to feel?”

“Sunil… I am so sorry,” Kurt says, but those words fall flat. Sunil looks really hurt. “I do like hanging out with you. I do think we’re friends and I hope to maintain that friendship even after we both go home to our own countries. But you’re right. I miss Blaine.”

“You’re forgiven,” Sunil says earnestly, “It is really crappy of Blaine to do this to you, so I get it. I just wanted to set things straight and make it clear to you.”

“Thanks. And it is crappy.”

“Won’t you see him at the game?” Sunil asks, “Maybe you can talk it out.”

“What game?”

“The rugby game,” Sunil answers.

Right. Kurt had completely forgotten about that. He, Sunil, Blaine and Quinn have tickets for a game.

“I don’t think he wants to talk,” Kurt says back, “I don’t think I should go.”

“Oh, I am definitely going,” Sunil says.

Kurt raises an eyebrow.

“Isn’t he ghosting you as well?”

Sunil nods.

“Yes, but I like rugby.”

Kurt understands what Sunil is saying, but he still thinks it’s not a good idea. Kurt also wants answers, but cornering Blaine at a public rugby game while his girlfriend is around isn’t a great idea. And he really believes that Blaine isn’t going to talk.

Blaine needs to come to Kurt. Trying to reach Blaine will only backfire.

It sucks, but it’s the truth.

“Does Tadeja like rugby?” Kurt asks.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“She should get my ticket.”

“Kurt-”

Kurt holds up his hand to silence Sunil.

“She can have my ticket. Make it a double date.”

It physically hurts to suggest that, but it’s what it is.

“… Okay.”

“Cool, I’ll e-mail it to you.”

“Right.”

“Then, I’ll just be off-”

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sunil exclaims, “What about the Boni?”

“You still want to get Boni?” Kurt asks.

Sunil looks amused.

“Of course. As I said, I needed to set things straight. You want to get Boni with me because we’re friends, and not because I am a substitute for Blaine, right?”

“Definitely!” Kurt says, and he means it. Sunil was right. Kurt did use him. But it’s a good thing Sunil called him out, because now Kurt’s aware of it and he can fully focus on just chilling with Sunil. “I’m craving Asian food.”

“Roza Slon or Bistro Suwon?”

“Let’s get fancy!”

“Suwon it is,” Sunil says, “Lead the way.”

End notes: Unlike Kurt, I didn’t go to Trieste. I wanted to, and I planned on it, but I had a pandemic. Italy was completely off-guard in the first half of 2020. There was a trip in February, but I didn’t go, because it was very early and I was still getting used to Slovenia. I thought it was fine because I thought I had time. Ah well.

Roza Slon is a Thai place and Bistro Suwon is a Korean restaurant. Roza Slon was actually my last Boni, unknowingly. The day after, I found out that the Boni period had ended. Bistro Suwon didn’t reopen after the first wave, so I was under the impression Covid killed it (like it killed Falafel Hiša and Grill no.12, forever in my heart). I have lamented over the closing of Bistro Suwon for years, but guess what, IT DIDN’T CLOSE! I only just found out while looking it up for this chapter. Hooray!

#klaineadvent #klaine advent 2022 #klaine advent #klaine #glee #holy fuck I wrote #2023 #multichaptered #klaine advent: maintain

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faeryarchives · 2 years

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I really like your writing headcanons. It's really good to see a TWST x Genshin headcanon crososvers. I might as well ask for a request, if you don't mind. Can you do Savanaclaw with a Gorou like s/o?

hi hi omg thank you for the compliment >< hope you enjoy ~

savanaclaw with a gorou like gender neutral s/o!

: ̗̀➛ leona kingscholar

oh the lion and the dog

you would absolutely despite with each other because of your conflicting beliefs and mindset. you don't like the way how he looks irresponsible with his dorm mates while leona didn't like you because you are too friendly and just radiate sunshine energy.

expect that very time you see each other its either you will growl at each other or one will just walk out.

"oh so that's why my nose had been twitching since earlier, this place reeks of a dog."

"do you hear that leona?"

"what?"

"hear me not listening to your shit."

you two would literally fight everyday that is why it's a huge shock to everyone when the word of you and leona dating got out 🤯 !!

enemies to lovers troupe me thinks

as you and the lion get closer especially during your relationship - you will eventually realize that you balance each other!

like if leona sees you super stressed from the workloads your crow father gave you, he would pull you next to him and cuddle without hesitation

"leona, i still need to finish this today!"

"crowley and his stupid request can wait, you need to sleep."

"no please i re- did you just literally fall asleep while talking to me?!"

"zzz... 😴"

it is a must to bully the lion whenever cheka comes around, you were known to be great with kids that is why you and the cub would prank leona in different ways.

"ahehe sorry leona."

"you are so lucky i love you (name)"

: ̗̀➛ ruggie bucchi

i actually think just like in leona's part, the two of you wouldn't get along first 😭

during the events before the magift tournament, when you learned that ruggie was the one who injured the other players including trey? he never imagine the sincere and kind prefect of the ramshackle dorm could be that scary!

but you eventually forgave the hyena after growing a little closer over the time, and boy he was amazed when he learned that you once lead your troop in a battle against your archon. like, how cool was that?!

"can you believe that they rub my ears for victorious luck? how ridiculo- hey what are you doing?!"

"shishishi! i want to try if i would have the top dog's(name) luck!"

"not you too!"

slowly, not only the two of you become closer as friends but you got together! the two of you would always talk about your siblings and cousins from your hometown!

when you decided to go with ruggie in his hometown one day during summer break, his cousins and grandmother loves you so much!

"ne, (name)! when will you come back?"

"can't you just stay here with us?"

"hey don't steal my soulmate you little hyenas!"

"granny ~ ruggie is being mean!"

"haha, you guys are so cute!"

knowing how stressed your boyfriend could get from balancing school works and running errands for leona, welcome him with hugs and donuts! ruggie's stress would instantly melt away 🥰

: ̗̀➛ jack howl

you are the best of friends from the start no further arguments!

the moment you two share your compassion it was like fate, nah kidding but jack like the look in your eyes when you told him you were going to find the culprit behind the accidents

you two would be training buddies 🤺🤺🤺 because you want to be more experienced with fighting people with bigger build while jack needs to fight someone as agile as you

"i didn't expect you will throw me over your shoulder!"

"anything unexpected should be expected in a fight (name)."

from the start you guys are already pretty close that is why it isn't a surprise you two got together.

your past time will be talking about jack's plants which you will be happy to listen to because in your previous world you didn't get the chance to enjoy other things rather than training with your troops.

hhis love language will be words of affirmation and quality time, this wolf would try giving you hugs from time to time especially in your rooms but in public, he is very shy

in which you tease him about that all the time

"(name) what are you doing?"

"giving you a hug?"

"yeah, but why though?"

"because i love you silly!"

why am i tearing up 😭 your relationship is so wholesome like i read somewhere wolves would only have one partner for life and you two will experience your first dates, hugs, meet with the parents, and other more events together

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst imagines #faeryarchives #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #leona kingscholar x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jack howl x reader #savanaclaw

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adoringhaikyuu · 4 years

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when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them | 2

characters: suna, akaashi, tsukishima

request: can we get the when you hang out with their best friend/teammate without them for suna akaashi and tsuki?

warnings: nothing, just some kissing and a few possessive boys

notes: ahh my first request!! i’m happy that i wrote something that someone wanted more of haha <3

part one | part two

akaashi:

akaashi likes to have his shit together and he often overthinks things

which is why after concluding that if he finished all his work in one go he’d have more time to hangout with you, he decided to do exactly that

you offered to stay with him while he worked but he knew that you’d end up distracting him (not in a bad way or anything) and that he most likely wouldn’t finish his work on time

so you were temporarily banned from his place until he was done

but you were bored and pouty so you complained to bokuto, knowing he would understand your over-exaggerated reaction

he texted you immediately ‘whaaattt ?? i’m coming over right now!!!’

he showed up ten minutes later to your house, snacks in hand, ready to keep you company and playfully complain about your boyfriend and his best friend

he insisted on sending him snaps of the two of you pouting at the camera, ‘how could you abandon this cute face, akaashi???’

his arm was wrapped around you and his face was smushed against yours but honestly he didn’t mean to make akaashi jealous, he was just being himself, completely playful and dramatic

akaashi wasn’t planning on opening the messages since bokuto was always spamming him but when he took a five minute break, he opened them just in case they were important today

when he saw his best friend practically cuddling you, his brows furrowed and a scowl made it’s way onto his face

since you and bokuto weren’t exactly expecting a response from akaashi, you went on to do other things, showing each other tik toks, and just chatting while you waited for him to finish up.

it was about ten minutes later that you both heard the doorbell ring. you and bokuto both turned to each other, confused.

“did you order food?” you asked.

“no, i was gonna ask if you did? cause i’m starving––”

“well then who’s that...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to answer the door, bokuto cowering behind you, mumbling about if it was a murderer, phone in hand, ready to call the cops. you can imagine your surprise when you opened the door to find your boyfriend standing there, a scary serious look on his face.

you blinked in shock, but before you could say anything, bokuto stepped in front of you. “hey hey hey! took you long enough buddy! i was keeping y/n company while you banned her from your house. how could you do that by the way––ow!”

your eyes widened as akaashi smacked bokuto’s head. “shut up bokuto. you can go now.”

bokuto pouted dramatically, “aw what?? we were about to order food,” he turned back to you. “right y/n?”

suddenly the boy was yanked back and out of the house, a yelp jumping from his throat abruptly and akaashi was standing next to you. “you have food at your own house, why don’t you go there.” he shut the door without another word and turned to face you, ignoring the whining on the other side of the door.

“what––what are you doing here?” you looked up at him, confused and slightly in awe as he placed his hands on your cheeks and tilted your head to look up at him, his thumbs rubbing your skin gently.

“wanted to be with you.” he gave you a small smile but you responded with an adorable confused pout.

“but what about your work––”

“i’ll just do it tomorrow, it is saturday after all.”

“hey when i said that you still insisted on working.” you pursed your lips and narrowed your eyes curiously. “was it because bokuto was here?”

he looked away, “i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you laughed. “you know you’re a terrible liar when it comes to me.”

he slid his hands down to your arms and placed them around his neck before gripping your waist under your shirt. you gasped softly at the feeling of his fingertips against your skin and he smirked down at you. he leaned in until his lips were grazing yours. “again, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

before you could even think of a response, his hands were pulling you flush against him and his lips were on yours, taking your breath away. you moaned into the kiss and he groaned, his fingertips digging into your skin as he slid his tongue into your mouth expertly.

just as you got lost in his touch, you heard a small voice from outside. “so are you guys gonna let me back in?”

suna:

so suna is a lazy boy, we know that

and he likes to nap a lot

sometimes he’s just so tired that he forgets to text you before he naps

and today you’re supposed to hang out with him but around 3pm he stopped answering, so you knew he was taking his usual afternoon nap and if you went by his place, he wouldn’t be able to answer the door

so you decided to go out and get some snacks on the way to his house, planning to take your sweet time and let your boy rest

by coincidence, you ran into atsumu at the shop and he insisted on staying with you... and eating some of suna’s snacks

it’s about a little while later that you make your way over to suna’s place, texting him to make sure he’s awake

when suna opened his door, the subtle smile dropped from his face when he realized you’re not alone. he raised a brow and looked over to his friend, “i don’t remember inviting you.”

you pursed your lips, scolding your boyfriend’s bluntness. “suna–”

atsumu shrugged, a grin on his face. “i was keeping your girl company and thought i’d be a gentleman and walk her over here.”

suna raked his eyes over atsumu lazily, clearly unamused. “yeah thanks. you can go now.”

the blonde pouted dramatically. “oh what? come on, you’re not gonna invite me in?” he put his arm around you and gave you puppy dog eyes. “come on y/n, convince him for me?”

you managed to turn for a split second to realize how close he had gotten to you before you were pulled out of his arms and into the warmth of the house. you blinked and suddenly you were under suna’s arm, facing a wide-eyed atsumu.

next thing you know, the door was shutting in his face. you turned to suna and he simply shrugged and took the bag from your hands. “you brought snacks,” he smirked. “you’re the best.” he put it down on the table and tilted his head as he looked down at you curiously, trying to seem nonchalant, but his narrowed eyes gave him away. “why were you with him?”

you tried to hide your smirk as you answered him. “went to get you some snacks while you were asleep and ran into him at the shop.”

his eyes reduced down to slits as he watched the playful look in your eyes. “why?” you smiled. “were you jealous?”

he walked over to you slowly and slid his hand up to your neck, gripping it softly but firmly as he tilted your head up towards him. he made a show of trailing his eyes down from yours to your lips and keeping them there, making your breath hitch in anticipation.

“less talking, more moaning.” he pressed his lips against yours possessively and had you melting and giving in immediately. whatever he wants, he gets. you knew that better than anyone.

tsukishima:

if you don’t believe that tsuki is a dry texter or that he would leave your ass on delivered for several days––i have some news for you

so let’s say it’s a saturday afternoon and while normally you hang out with tsuki basically every weekend, you also know that he was in a pissy mood earlier so you let him cool off

you text him after a little while, asking if you could come over in the middle of your usual tik tok spam and he opens the text, only to leave you on read (only seeing the tik toks, not the actual message)

you just brush it off, thinking he’s still in a mood and decide to find someone else to hangout with

that person just so happens to be tadashi

you two had gotten closer ever since you started dating tsuki so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to spend time together

it’s just that normally it would you, tadashi and tsuki

so you can imagine your boyfriend’s surprise when he opens snap to see you and his best friend smiling on your story

he frowns but tries not to let it get to him (spoiler, he fails)

when an hour has passed by and you still haven’t texted him or anything he gives in and messages you first, a blunt ‘when are you coming.’

you take that as a sign that he finally wants you to come over and since you and tadashi were ready to wrap things up, you make your way over to your boyfriend’s house

almost as soon as you knock on the door, it’s pulled open and you look up to see tsuki looking down at you, his brow raised. it’s silent for a few seconds and you tilt your head in confusion, why did he look annoyed?

before you could say anything he spoke up, “tadashi’s not with you anymore?”

you shook your head. “no––oh i’m sorry should i have invited him?”

he scoffed only confusing you further and without another word, he took your hand and pulled you into the house. still silent, he took your jacket for you and put your shoes away as well. you smiled up at him when he stood up straight and you could see the slight blush he was trying to hide.

he walked ahead to sit on his couch and you followed, choosing to sit with a little space between the two of you, since he hadn’t seemed to cool off completely yet and you knew how much he valued personal space. little did you know, you were only making things worse.

he stared at you, brows furrowed and you stared back, eyes curiously wide. “why are you all the way over there?”

you smiled and got up to sit in his lap, feeling satisfied as he opened his arms up for you to get settled. you kissed his cheek and looked at him. “i know i saw you yesterday, but i missed you today, you know?”

he rolled his eyes, “yeah sure.”

“don’t roll your eyes at me,” you laughed. “you’re the one who didn’t wanna hang out with me.”

he paused. “what are you talking about?”

“i asked you if i could come over and you left me on read.” you played with his hair mindlessly as you spoke. “but it’s okay, i know you get cranky sometimes.” you smiled fondly but he was serious as ever.

“i didn’t leave you on read?”

“yeah you did.” you tilted your head. “i thought you did it on purpose.” he frowned and you took your phone and scrolled through your conversation, before showing him the text you’d sent hours before. he read over the text and blinked a few times before looking away. he tightened his hold around you slightly.

“i’m sorry... i didn’t see.”

you put your hand on his cheek and made him look up at you. “aw baby is that why you’ve been so moody since i got here? you thought i didn’t wanna spend time with you?”

he swallowed as he looked into your eyes, the vulnerability he was trying to hide in his gaze telling you everything you needed to know. “tsuki, you know i always wanna be with you.” you smiled and pressed your lips against his for a gentle kiss which he clearly appreciated. his hand gripped your thigh firmly as his other arm pulled you closer to him to prolong the kiss.

when you pulled away, he looked up at you. “do you think...you could stay over tonight?”

he tried to keep a nonchalant and unbothered exterior but once you agreed and gave him that precious smile, he couldn’t stop the small smile that spread on his face, even if he tried.

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bubbleey · 2 years

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No Game, No Life| JJK | Two

Pairing: Nerd!Jungkook x Fuck girlish?Female Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, and fluff; Strangers to Lovers; College!AU

Rating: +18!!!!! Minors please DNI

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: Your idiot of a best friend, Kim Taehyung, dares you to get into the resident nerd’s pants, but maybe you’re just as stupid for accepting.

Next Chapter Release Date: Delayed to May 8th

Warnings for this chapter: swearing, assertive reader and inexperienced Kook, some switchs between POV’s, morally grey reader, masturbation(F) for education purposes ofc, videocall sexy time, coming untouched(M)

Notes: I’m an hour late but I made it. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Feedback much appreciated, I also take requests if you have any.

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What the fuck?

You’re hallucinating. No like actually. Was that a dream? When did you even pass out?

Haven been rudely awakened by your alarm, you reach for your phone, which you normally keep on the right side of your nightstand. Instead, your arm flops off the side of what you presume to be the couch.

Ok, so you didn’t hallucinate that part. You do remember working on the project with Jungkook and eventually a few drinks down the line. But, did he say what you think you said?

Of course not, it’s just your horny brain playing tricks on you all hazy from the few too many glasses of wine you gulped down. Gosh maybe it’s time you get laid, you accepted this bet to defend your honor but when is the last time you actually got some?

The deal doesn’t mean you can’t action elsewhere so why the fuck not? And you and Tae have been long overdue on going to the club. You decide to text Tae as you do your morning routine, not wanting to be late for your 10 AM

you: Friday. Club. We’re going?

You get a response almost immediately as expected. He’s normally in his 9 AM lecture by now, bored out of his mind. Something about the teacher having a 5:1 dad joke to actual class content ratio.

gremlin: It’s Tuesday and your week is already that shitty huh?

gremlin: Can i bring Jimin?

you: i don’t care what you do if that’s a yes

gremlin: you sure do know your way into a man’s heart

Returning to your routine you’re already anticipating the weekend, ready to end this dry spell. You just have to make it through the week first.

~~~~~~~

It’s Wednesday now, having made it through the hell that is Tuesday. That was your busiest schedule and now you’re exhausted beyond belief having climbed that hill. You remind yourself to ask Jungkook if he’s free to work on the project this afternoon as you ready yourself for class.

You make it to the lecture hall a bit earlier than you normally do and take the opportunity to claim the seat next to Jungkook’s spot. You’re a bit taken back that he’s not there already but figure he’ll show up by the time the lecture officially starts.

Where the hell is this guy? Is he sick?

You start to worry now as it’s five minutes past the start of the lecture and he’s still not here. Jeon is not one for skipping class so it must be serious is what you deduct. The professor is droning on about algorithms so you take the time to check on Jungkook.

you: Hey, are you good? You’re not one for skipping class :(

You stare at your phone for a bit, waiting for the three dots to indicate a response but they don’t pop up. Going with your best bet, you assume he’s sick and decide to make sure your notes are on par with his so you can’t lend them to him already knowing he wouldn’t want to fall behind.

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Shit shit shit!

She probably thinks I’m some kind of perv now.

Jungkook’s mind has been racing since Monday night. He shouldn’t have asked such a thing, it definitely crossed a line. He can’t even blame it on the alcohol, he didn’t even drink enough to warrant the unfiltered truth.

He sighs defeated, not even having it in him to face you in class today. He can already imagine the look of disgust you’d through his way and he doesn’t have it in him to not break down on the spot. Risking his academics over being embarrassed, he scoffs at that.

Am I that pathetic?

Closing his eyes he rolls around in his sheets trying to will himself back to sleep before he has to go to his second class of the day. But, the vibration from his phone startles him. The two of you haven’t been in contact since that night so he gives no thought as he unlocks his phone, expecting it to be something stupid from Jimin.

Instead, he’s greeted with a reminder that he has a message and a text he didn’t expect from you. You’re not yelling at him? Or berating him for being such a dumbass? He gapes at his phone confused out of his mind by the genuinity that pours out of the message. Now he feels worse that he’s avoiding you instead of talking to you like a normal fucking being.

It’s only been an hour since you texted so he decides not to leave you to worry. He decides it’s best to just make up an excuse as to why he skipped, not wanting to tip you off that he was avoiding you.

JK: Yeah I’m ok, thanks for checking!

JK: felt a little sick when I woke up and just wanted to be safe :)

You respond hastily and the action makes him feel even more like a douchebag.

you: I’m glad you’re ok! Are you feeling any better?

JK: yep, sad I had to miss class though

you: well… if it makes you feel better I took top tier notes so you wouldn’t miss too much

Full douchebag mode unlocked. Jungkook groans at your kindness, making a mental note to buy you lunch for taking notes and to ease his guilty conscious.

JK: thank you, I really appreciate it

you: don’t worry about it

you: I actually wanted to ask since you’re feeling better, if you wanted to work on the project this afternoon?

Jungkook malfunctions for a minute haven completely forgotten that you have a project to finish. What? Did he expect to avoid you forever? Of course not, but he didn’t expect his plan to be foiled so soon. So, he makes up an excuse.

JK: I don’t wanna risk getting you sick or something, all these germs on me you know?

He hopes you’d buy his shit excuse, just needing the day to recollect and act like nothing happened because you seemingly forgot. But, he is not known for his luck and almost cries at your response.

you: that’s ok

you: Maybe we can work on call?

He’s out of excuses at this point and would feel even shittier if he full-on lied his way out of this. But at least this way there’s a digital barrier between the two of you. He agrees, both of you settling to start at 7 PM since you had work.

Jungkook quickly sees the downsides of his lie now that he has realized that if he goes to class he runs the risk of seeing you on campus. You’ll for sure know he’s lying in that, which is why he decides to skip his last class of the day.

“What the fuck has happened to me?”, he whines faceplanting into his pillow practically to the point of suffocation.

~~~~~~~

You’re glad that you’ve heard back from Jungkook and that he’s ok. You feel even better knowing that you won’t fall behind on your work. You’ve learned far too quickly how detrimental of a path it is to procrastinate and you won’t lose to the dark side. You shiver at the prospect of turning out like Tae.

Damn that man needs a tutor.

Work went by pretty slow, not much to do at the library except for the occasional “thrill” you get when someone is eating in the library. You take the time spent at the front desk to work on more of the storyboard for the game, just general ideas until you can flesh them out more with Jungkook.

Speaking of Jungkook, you were starting to worry that he was avoiding you. Maybe that dream was reality. But, that was quickly disproven when Jungkook explained he was just a bit sick. Is it bad of you to say that you are relieved it’s the latter?

By the time you arrive home from work, it’s already 6:30. You use the extra time to shower and change feeling all grungy from sitting around for so long. It’s a bit after 7:00 once you’re spotless and you set up in your living once again.

You shoot a quick text to Jungkook asking him if he’s all set to go. Once you receive confirmation you press the facetime button, waiting for Jungkook’s face to pop up in place of the loading screen. You exchange your greetings and start working diligently.

Right now you’re seated on the ground, your phone propped against your laptop on the coffee table. Only the upper half of your torso and face are visible, Jungkook mirrors your position from what seems to be a desk.

You find yourself distracted every once in a while by Jungkook’s fidgeting. Ever since you joined the call you’ve taken notice of the way he can’t seem to make eye contact, well, screen contact. It didn’t bother you at first but as you continue to work on your project his state of being flustered is quite frankly starting to annoy you.

“Is everything ok?”, you question.

Quite frankly, everything is not ok. Jungkook can’t help replay that night and wonder how the hell you’re so ok with it. He’s 99% sure you weren’t drunk, just tipsy but did you really forget?

“Yeah, I’m fine…”

You’re about to question the open endedness in that sentence, but he beats you to it.

“Are you ok?”

At that, you chuckle, ‘Am I ok?’, what the hell is he on about.

“Thanks for asking, but why wouldn’t I be?”, you respond cocking your head in expectation.

“It’s just”, Jungkook debates bringing up that night, maybe he just do the mature thing and apologize. Maybe it’ll stop plaguing his thoughts if he rips off the bandage.

“I’m sorry for what I said on Monday, it was totally inappropriate of me and I know I crossed a line. I understand if you’re uncomfortable being my partner knowing-”

“Hold on, hold on. Jungkook.”, you cut into his incessant rambling trying to recollect what it is that he has to be sorry for.

“Remind me again what you’re apologizing for?”

“I’m apologizing for what I asked you on Monday, it was not ok at all.”

You pause for a second, staring off into the screen retracing that night. You worked on the project, took a break, had some drinks, and passed out. You also woke up from a weird-ass dream and- oh.

So that wasn’t a figment of my imagination?

You’re not one for being indirect so you respond bluntly.

“Do you mean when you asked me to teach you?”

Jungkook stares at the screen like a deer in headlights as if he wasn’t the one that brought up the conversation. It seems he’s reminded of this, clearing his throat.

“Yeah… that.”

At that, you brazenly laugh.

“It’s ok Jungkook, really. I honestly thought I hallucinated it.”, he joins in on your laughing relieved that whatever the fuck type of relationship you two have going on is still intact.

“Still, I’m sorry for asking something like that.”

“Jungkook. Stop apologizing.”

You’ve found your new hobby to be flustering this man and still remember that you $200 on the line.

“It’s not like my answer would’ve been no anyways.”

At that he falls silent, is his brain playing tricks on him right now?

“Hello, Kook?”

You wave your hand at the screen, if it weren’t for his blink per 10 seconds you’d think it froze. Clearing his throat, he decides to see if heard that correctly.

“Sorry Noona, I can’t tell if this is a joke or not.”, he awkwardly laughs to fill the silence. A part of him hopes it’s not a joke but he’d never reveal such a thing, leaving the cards in your hand.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that.”

You stare sternly at the screen to solidify your point. He’s not quite sure how to proceed, your interest in the proposition is clearly on the table. So, he lets you take the lead in the conversation. Leaning into your camera, you add on.

“I can help if you actually want me to.”

There it is, his chance, his in. If Jungkook was in any position to decline he might’ve- that’s a lie he can’t of many things he’d turn down if offered by you. But, he wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to learn and there’s only so much his hand can do. So, he gives you a tentative nod which doesn’t satisfy you.

“I need a verbal response Jungkook.”

He can’t lie and say he hasn’t felt the tell-tale signs of arousal the minute your conversation took this direction. But, the way your voice has dropped in assertiveness and your gaze shifted, you have been oh so devastatingly sexy. It takes him a second to snap out of the trance, realizing you gave him a direction.

“Yes, I want that.”

Then tension from that night returns, except this time there’s no influence and you know for a fact that you’ll wake up with total recollection of this conversation. You reward his obedience with a smile, too sweet for how far down the gutter you two are.

“Ok, what exactly do you want to learn? No need to be shy, just be honest.”, you reassure making sure he knows you’re completely ok with this as well.

“I guess”, you give him a second to think. He hesitates with his words wanting to make sure he phrases them correctly.

“I guess I want to learn what feels good for a woman?”

“Ok. But, Kook in order for this to work I need you to be sure of what you say. It’s good to be assertive sometimes.”

Seeming to take your advice, he replies with a nod accompanied by a verbal response that he understands. You think about his request, trying to decide the best way to approach it. But, the devil on your shoulder wins again.

“What’s your preferred learning style?”

His eyebrows knit together, confused by what that question means. Preferred learning style? Like a lecture?

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well I mean, I can tell you about it”, you say leaning into your screen for emphasis.

“Or I can show you.”

There’s nothing to be misinterpreted about what you just propositioned. You’ve made it extra clear in the way your tone somehow dropped even lower at the second option. Jungkook thinks this is a good time as ever to continue practicing your earlier advice.

“I think I’ll learn best if you show me.”, progress has been made but he still looks away shyly from being so direct about his desire. This is for learning purposes of course and he is indeed a visual learner. He’ll learn quickest this way is what he keeps telling himself.

“Ok, give me a second.”

You keep the phone in its current position, opting to move yourself to the couch. Now it’s just your torso and lower body in view, the camera cutting off just below your nose.

“Ready?”, making sure to give him an out before things cross an irreversible line but it’s already a bit too late for that. Jungkook hums a yes, which is enough for you to start.

“I’ll show you what feels good but just know it varies from person to person, which is why communication is important.”

You start off, already beginning to trail your right hand up your thigh. You’re still clothed in your t-shirt and shorts, continuing to trail your hand up your thigh until it reaches your clothed core. You cup yourself, providing slight friction to your clit. You sigh at the contact, not having had the energy to do this lately.

Fuck, the last time you got laid. When’s the last time you came?

You grind into your palm for a bit gasping every once in a while. Along the way you mention some bullshit about how it’s a good way to tease. Once you feel Jungkook has sufficiently learned step one, well more like you’re body is begging for a much-needed orgasm, you stand up. You check in with Jungkook, not haven seen him, eyes closed since you began.

“Any questions so far?”, he breathes shallowly and responds with a “no”.

“Alright, are you ok with continuing?”

Fuck, there’s more?

He thinks to himself, he’s not sure he’ll be able to watch more and keep his composure. He can feel his cock begging for release, straining against the inside of his pants.

“Yeah, I’m ok”, is all he manages to squeak out, the blood from his brain traveling downwards has his speech skills declining.

He almost short circuits when you remove your shorts and underwear in one go, sitting back down on the couch revealing your glistening cunt. It takes every fiber in his being not to groan but he can’t help but let out a small moan at the sight. He hopes you don’t hear it, clearing his throat to cover up the fact.

The moment your hand returns to its previous spot, minus the barrier, he’s a goner. If you took more time to look at the screen you’d notice his blown-out pupils and the increased rate at which he is breathing. You rub at your pussy, playing with your wetness before focusing the tips of your fingers on your neglected clit, letting out the sexiest moan as you start circling at a slow pace.

It’s not long before you pick up the pace a bit, before lowering your hand to your sodden hole. You’re about to insert a finger before remembering this is supposed to be a lesson, well at least to Jungkook.

“Sometimes it’s good to insert a finger, or a few once they’re wet enough. You can never go wrong with clit stimulation”, you surprise yourself with the fact that you’re able to create comprehensible words right now and resume your actions.

You enter a finger into yourself, gyrating your hips, seeking the friction. Once you feel sufficiently warmed up you add another finger and can’t help but whine from the feeling. You grind yourself into your palm, chasing your high. Your free hand is not forgotten as you slide it up to your torso, seeking your breast under your shirt. You palm yourself before tweaking your nipples in time with the motion of your hips.

You’re so close to your high but still need an extra push. You open your eyes to look at the screen to see Jungkook just as fucked out like you, except that he’s not giving himself relief like you are. The sight of him ruined from watching you almost pushes you off the edge but it’s the small whimper you hear him let out, eyes glued to your cunt, that practically throws you off it.

You let out a series of moans and a string of curses, feeling the rise and fall of your high. It’s the moment you cum, still fucking yourself even though clearly overstimulated, that causes Jungkook to cum untouched. He’s thankful for the camera angle only being focused on his face but he can’t help but feel embarrassed at cumming in his pants like a teenage boy. He so badly wants to get out of his close and give himself a proper orgasm, the image of you fresh and burning in his mind.

Bringing the camera up to your face to regain some “decency”, you make sure Jungkook’s still with you.

“Any questions before we call it a night?”

You inquire, clearly aware of the effect you had on him but you won’t acknowledge it. You’ll save that for later.

“No Noona, that was uh”, he takes a pause, readjusting himself in his chair.

“Very informative, thank you”, with that, he gives you a small smile ready to hang up and take care of himself but you have one more thing to add on.

“Glad you found it helpful. Hey, Tae and I are going clubbing on Friday if you want to join. I think you can learn some valuable stuff there.”, you smile sweetly at the camera hoping he’ll take you up on the offer. You haven’t seen him club or party much for that matter and to say the least, you’re very curious how he’ll react in that setting. It’s also an excuse to rub it in Tae’s face that you’re making progress, at you internally praise yourself.

“Sure, that sounds fun. Well, I mean like good learning fun.”

God, he’s so cute.

“I’ll text you the details. I’ll see you then Kook.”

“Ok, goodnight Noona”, he graces you with a small smile waving his goodbye.

“Night Kook, sleep tight” you respond waving your goodbye as well and hanging up the call.

He doubts he’ll get much sleep tonight.

#bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #bts jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x reader

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beann-e · 3 years

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Haikyu characters reacting to their s/o screaming back at them

Nekoma Characters reacting to their s/o Screaming back at them

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kenma

-it would not take much -_-

- Kenma doesn’t even notice he’s yelling at you or much less using his raised voice when talking to you

-he’s so used to screaming at kuroo through his mic that when he’s finally pissed off and bubbling ; it just happens after you try to ask him what he wants for dinner at the wrong time

-post time skip

“ go left “ The sound of the controller clicking swirled through the room as your boyfriends eyes followed the screen at every turn his character took “ kuroo I said go left “

“ uh which one ? “

kenmas face went into a straight line as kuroos body stiffened knowing he hadn’t been listening in the first place “ no wait which way I meant —which way “

“kuroo I said go left “

“ oh “

“ yeah — go left “ the strain in your boyfriends voice was evident

it showing off the sliver of annoyance he was trying to hold back knowing that you were somewhere in the same house

he hated for you to see him anything other than calm

Anytime he showed any bit of annoyance with you or even showed he was about to give you attitude you quickly shut it down. It was obvious to him who was the dominant one in the relationship and he had no problem with it

Honestly he was scared of what you would think when you finally saw him fly off the handle. Of course you’d seen him have an attitude he was a gamer that was normalized to have one after a lost game but, it wasn’t often he showed you that side because kenma doesn’t do losing

so what would happen if he finally got ticked off so badly due to something that was ‘just a game’ to you would you be scared?

he couldn’t help but think that you would run for the hills and then screw him over in the breakup and tell everyone he still wears tidy whities and forgets to go pee during gameplays unless you remind him by asking had he peed all day

“ hey du— “

“ don’t talk until you kill the leftover guys so we can win“

“ ken you don’t think I can multitask “ kuroos laugh fell into the room over kenmas headphones “ I used to do it everyday i was the captain of the vb team, I keep you in line “

“ sure sure — but are you watching your corners “

“ I keep everyone healthy , and i’m hot , plus I’m about to win this gam— I died “

the silence in the moment spoke volumes before kenma could

his hand grabbing the controller harshly as he refused to blink seeing the word loser flash in bright letters on his screen

Body growing hot and sweaty while he tried to hold in his anger and process what just happened so he could determine the next best course of action

Knowing , He just knew

The amount of trouble he’d get in if you walked in to hear him screaming at kuroo shouting words you hated when he used

He was trying to hold it all in

really he was

he just needed some quiet first just some silence to figure out how to calm himself down his brain going over serveral images of kuroo dead at the bottom of stairs maybe even him getting hit too hard with one of kenmas sets when they played 4 on 4matches

Anger only growing when he heard a voice pour in that he couldn’t figure out who it belonged to much less cared

“ hey ke— “

“ Do you ever fucking listen “ his voice was hard and threatening “ do you ever just shut the fuck up and “

he threw his headphones to his keyboard “ and listen — no you don’t— you go quiet and now here i am upset because you simply don’t listen — answer the questions i’m asking you— you fucking sea creature“

his body only growing hotter as his neck got red eyes darting for a person to scream at and take his anger out on

“ answer me “ he screamed pain eteched in his voice as he finally turned to find you

a look crossing over his face before he blinked looking to the floor then up at you in confusion before turning back to his screen that glowed in the dark room anger hitting him all over again when he saw kuroos wide open mouth and their dead avatars laying on the ground

“ Why the fuck — how the —- I always fucking lose when that asshole —that miscalculated creation— whenever he plays with me it’s so serious to me — i make money off of it i make — i get deals and i — I can’t — can’t lose them they’ll think i’m not good enough— i“

he slammed his fist into the wall speaking low

“ I hate fucking losing “

he turned to you “ it’s not nice y/n — I tried to fucking do your shitty routine of calming myself down first but it just “

he moved closer to you with anger pouring from his body

your eyes wide in a look of fear when he grabbed your face pointing to his screen “ look — “

he screamed in your face when you didn’t tear your eyes away from his “ BABE I SAID LOOK“

your eyes never leaving his as he just grew angrier at your incompetence

“ so your not fucking listening to me either “ his voice grew questioning “ are your ears dirty just like kuroos ? huh ? are y’all apart of some shitty cult for mute wannabes “

his hand gripped tighter on your cheeks “ i’m so stupid your just as fucking dumb as that asshole — fucking — I bet you wanna date him huh — “

his mind ran wild as he thought of the two of you together insecurity blooming

“ you want a loser like him over me right ? you have to like kuroo — look at him you want to date kuroo right “

he laughed “ fucking slu— “

“ finish it and we’ll be playing our own game of kenma getting his ass beat until he finally gives up and cries “

your eyebrows quirked up as you held eye contact with him “ trust me you’ll lose “

you looked at the male in front of you in disgust

“ get your shitty cheeto dusted gamer hands off of me “

his hands loosened their hold on you

“ all the way off you dirty imbecile “

you scoffed as he dropped his hand in a rush of fear

“ I bet your dirty ass didn’t even wash them after I made you pee earlier — yeah made — you wanted to get back to that sweaty chair that badly ? “

his cheeks grew hot as he blinked himself out of his trance only to see what he’d gotten himself into

“ who do you think you are talking to like that “

your stare making him shake even more in fear

You always scared him when you were upset wether you were taller or not your annoyance alone at an action he’d done scared him enough

Your words stood tall and poured in on him making him feel like he was suffocating but, he knew he needed to hear this. You only did this when his anger was out of control like he knew it could be. He stayed on his games all day and all night which was the only way to provide your shared income

at least until he could get his company up and running he had yet to sign contracts because he said he needed to read them first and reading took too much work

this was how he paid your bills. It stressed him out knowing that any day someone on the internet could call him a loser and that same day your steady flow of money may trickle in slower than usual

So when he lost a game any game even something as simple as Mario or even kirby it pissed him off because he couldn’t help but shoulder all the responsibility of taking care of you and himself. He didn’t want to be the reason you lost that stability and all of this catered into his rage. A rage only you could catch and calm down with your sheer words.

“ who do you think you are “ your voice came out low and calm as you spoke down on him “ answer me “

“n-no on — no one babe “

“ don’t babe me “ your hand pressed on his chest “ you don’t deserve that not after you talked to me that way “

“ I -i’m sorry “

“ for what “

“ f-for talking to you like that and “ his voice came out soft as he spoke

“ I cannot hear you “

“ fuck i’m sorry for talking to you that way —and for using force —force and grabbing you like that “

“and i’m just expected to forgive you? you know I hate this — you know this and yet you keep doing it? why ? why do you keep shouldering this and then lashing out “

“ p-please “

“ mm — i’m not seeing it ken— I mean you treat me like one of your other asshole friends and then on top of it you grabbed my face this time— you’ve never gone that far “

“ y-yes I know — I know “

“ so you can see my problem with just accepting your apology right “

“ y-yes ma’am “

“ oh — “ you laughed as you spoke “ now we’re using nice names huh “

“ i—I thought it’d work“ he pouted

“ I wanna forgive you ken “ you looked at him as his head dropped in embarrassment cheeks going red

“ I really do babe but “

“ I swear I won’t do it again y/n “

you thought for a moment staring at the boy in front of you who was pissing his pants in fear

“ y-y/n I swear I didn’t know it was you I was angry and I —I thought kuroo was talkin— “

“ but you realized it was me? “

he paused

“ you even looked from me and back to your screen so you knew correct “

“ yes “

“ and yet you still yelled at me and grabbed my face “

“ really i’m sorry— I wasn’t there all the way “

you took a deep breath before looking to his computer eyes made up in a squint and then trailing back to the boy in front of you

“ ok ken “ his eyes glowed in happiness

“ you— your forgiving me “ he laughed almost mocking you knowing he’d never been let go this quickly you usually took away his gaming system until he’d learned to calm down

he even started ‘doing’ yoga, if you count playing the youtube videos on the tv while he played on his apple watch that you’d forgotten to take, just to fool you into giving his game back “ this easily“

your eyes moved pointedly to his as he fell back into submission

“ i’m sorry I just meant you arent more upset “

“ well i’m deciding that since it was the first time you ever went to that extent of yelling at me I’m gonna let you off the hook “

you smiled “ also I thought you already got enough punishment “

“ h-huh “

you let your head move up to face his computer screen in a slight nod his eyes lighting up before his face fell in sadness

He never meant to fall submissive let alone show who was the dominant one in the relationship to anyone outside of you especially not with kuroo on the other line

“ I don’t think kuroo minds much babe it’s ok “ you said happily changing the whole way you carried yourself earlier and the way you spoke your body easing after beating into kenma

“ no trust me he doe— “

“ goddamn “

your eyes fell onto his friends open mouthed smile

“ and you just let ‘em do you like that “

kenmas eyebrows came together in sadness

“ damn ken —“

your eyes went hard on kuroo

“ and do you think your any better ? because from what i’ve heard churro it seems to me like you couldnt even keep your own team on a leash much less that lev kid so ? “

“ god “ kuroo coughed shifting in his seat whispering softly to himself “ so hot “

he shook his head before speaking again a little bit louder “ uh no— no I completely understand y/n —god i just know your fun “ he laughed

“ kenma keep listening to your s/o don’t mind me “

he moved to log off speaking under his breath “ so fucking scary —swear i’m bringing ‘em in to scare my vb kiddos— shit “

you shook your head in confusion “ uh wha—”

“ he had a — he had a crush on you and yeah I”

“ oh well “ you moved to throw your arms around him in happiness his body stumbling back at the action as he cautiously wrapped his hands around your back

“ n-not in trouble “

“ not in trouble “

“ still love me “

“ still love you “

“ then can I pla- “

“ no “

“ nevermind I didn’t want —want to play anyways “

“ that’s good “

“ yeah “ he drawed out as you grabbed his hand pulling him to the living room “ but babe the monitors still on just one matc— “

your grip tightned on his hand “ movie ken “

“ got it movie — movie “

he spoke low following you wrapping his arms around you as he kissed your cheek “ movie first — game later “

lev

-I don’t think he would ever ever ever scream at you but he would totally say something hurtful and not even realize it because kuroo and kenma said it to him

-so he’s literally just using what he was taught but In the wrong way

- not a time skip

“ lev can you help me “ you shouted to the taller male as you made your way across the court his hands cupping around his mouth as he stared down on you from the other side “ yeah “ he smiled “ totally “

you copied him a smile itching to spread across your face “ just because I yell doesnt mean you yell “

“ well as bossy as you are you should know I’m going to “

your face dropped before it fell back into a happy smile mind racing with thoughts of maybe hes just making a joke he knows you hate when people say that about you

“ hey uh lev ? “

“ yeah babe “ he said running over to you

“ let’s not say that ok cause it kinda — it really hurt my feelings “ his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down on you his voice vibrating along the gym before he smiled again “ babe I like the design you added to your face I didn’t notice but other people said you looked good with it and yeah —honestly they were right “

“ huh — design? “

“ yeah it’s red it’s right by your eyebrow “

your hands moved quickly to cover the pimple from his view eyes darting across the gym hoping no one else heard and was trying to take a look at it

“ it’s fine it’s fine maybe if you put on some makeup you can hide it right ? i mean if you don’t like the design like I do i mean that’s what you usually use it for right ? “

your eyebrows went up face holding nothing but sadness as you spoke “ do you— lev baby do you really think i’m bossy “

he jumped up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement as he kept going “ yeah — I do everything you tell me to and I like it i’m like a puppy and your the master “

you could feel your body heat up at his words his smile spreading wider as he turned to his awestruck teammates

“ babe it’s ok id follow you to the end of the earth because I don’t understand your just stringing me along”

your hands dropped the balls you held onto from picking them up off the floor. head cocking to the side as you studied him trying to see what sparked this new way of thinking

“ oh god “

“ he’s so fucking —so so fucking clueles- “

“ stupid just outright stupid is what he is “ you said as his eyebrows creased face struggling to find the right way to react to the burning hot anger he felt radiating off of you in waves “ lev baby who told you this “

you walked a bit closer to him head leaned back to see him clearly “ who made you think this way “

“ uh what “ he shook his head face coming up in a pout “ babe I — “ he played with his fingers as he looked off to the side hand moving to run across his neck “ for some reason I feel like i’m in trouble —I did—did I do something wrong baby ?“

“ this is not cool lev not helpful, not sweet and nice it’s hurtful “

“ no what ? wait i’m “ he took his hand out to grab your arm his face made up in pure confusion “ no i’m —i’m complimenting you “

“ you— your complimenting me? “

“ yeah “ he smiled struggling to hold it up as his eyes darted across your face

“ lev baby “ you faked a smile as your eyes hardened “ think about your words —what have you just said “

“ well I said that your my master and i’m like a puppy“ he smiled as he thought back “ only because I love you and would do anything you tell me and because i’m hyper and sometimes you have to explain stuff to me in simple form because I can’t pay attention when anyone else talks but you “

he kept going “ then I said that I do anything you tell me to and I would “ he smiled harder voice sure of himself“ because I like following you and making you happy “

he scratched his neck face flashing a deep red “ then — then I said that you cover up your bossine— ok i’m sorry “

his face made up into a pout as he slumped “ really I didn’t know I thought it was nice I heard the team saying it in the back rooms and I though— “

“ FUCKING IDIOT “

“ LEV WHAT THE FUCK “

“ HOLY SHIT LEGS ARE YOU SERIOUS “

levs face dropped as he turned to kenma “ legs seriously ? “

kenma shrugging as he continued to play his hand held game “ eh well everyone else was saying something and you annoy me so — I present legs “

he sighed as he turned back only to see your eyes holding nothing but garbage fires In them as you stared at the group of guys huddled together

“ speak “ everyone whimpered as you stared them down “ explain to me why my boyfriend is telling me I need makeup to cover my pimple ”

kuroos uncomfortable laugh left him quickly as he looked away from the both of you rocking back and forth in his shows “ well um y/n “ he coughed “ you see we were — we’re guys y/n we were making jokes and you see lev doesn’t understand “

“ well I do so explain “

he jumped “ we thought— “

“ not quick enough you sweaty catboy“

“ god ok he came to us wanting to know how to compliment you he said he didn’t want to say anything dumb and —so that made us realize we can really make him do anything cause he’s so clueless—thought if we could get lev to say some dumb shit—trust me we didn’t go that far “ he said pointing to lev who was picking up the balls you’d dropped on the floor chasing after one that rolled away

“ then you’d break up with him and I guess at least one of us would have a chance — well except kenma he says he has princess peach as his wife —wait who the fu—I actually don’t know who that is ken is that an online girlfriend “

he furrowed his brows actually puzzled by his earlier words “ I don’t know why it seemed so normal to me at the time “

he shook his head “ but lev is so fucking stupid that he said everything fucking wrong — we literally just told him what we personally like about you —gave him some corny pickup lines but he said everything wrong like even the phrase about your makeup we were saying how you don’t wear any or when you do it’s not obvious because your natural beauty just radiates through it— then the next thing we talked about is how strong and just how you take directive I guess — and we — we thought it was hot “

“ then where did he get the stuff he said from “ your voice went high now you were confused he couldn’t have made that stuff up

“ y/n he’s just fucking stupid where do you think “ he rolled his eyes “ he made it up because he didn’t understand “

levs eyes widened as he had stopped paying attention to the situation taking place hours ago “ uh I cannot confirm or deny that statement but I will say you are very very beautiful my love “

your heart warmed as the team groaned your body moving into his as you kissed him softly “ did I do something wrong ? “

“ no lev your ok “

“ ok I never want you to feel bad or like y’know how kenma feels I always feel like he’s so angry “ your boyfriend shivered as he locked eyes with kenma who was ready to pounce on him claws showed as he gripped his game harshly “ see —- so angry “

“ not angry lev just “ you looked at him seriously “ babe you have to pay attention to what you say you may say something really really wrong to me one day and then — “

“ and then you’ll tell me what I did wrong while we cuddle and drink hot chocolate“

you smiled squeezing him harder “ no — then i’ll break your kneecaps so you’ll never be able to play volley again and i’ll dye your hair black in your sleep so people will think you look like a tall dirty mop “

he shook before he led you out of the door the team watching as you left leaving all of them to curse silently about their failed plan “ he’s the stupidest guy on the team and he — he got that “

“ bet he doesn’t even know what he’s doing when he’s tapping it “

kuroo laughed “ yeah right like he even gets that far — they probably gotta explain how to continue a kiss without him focusing and staring straight into their eyes — he’s probably learning how to ‘multitask’ right now as we speak—lucky idiot “

the doors to the gym slammed open roughly a few minutes later as you held levs hand tightly behind the door “ HEY ASSHOLES “

everyone tuned to you in fear for themselves and the tall male behind you who you dragged like a mom in a store his eyes stuck on the lollipop that stuck out from his mouth “ guys y/n found me a lollipop—she stuffed it in my mouth when I told her the joke you guys told me to “

“ w-what joke “

“ the one where I called the sex line and said that I requested them because I heard good reviews “

the teams heads all dropped knowing they’d never said anything of the sort or even along the line he’d messed up their original words yet again and put not only himself but them in danger

“ if you guys ever try to taint my boyfriend with your dumb fucking words again I swear I will end you all —kenma i’ll buy every copy of the new game that you want that’s coming out — literally blow all my money so you can’t ever play the stupid game until im ready to allow you to “ his mouth going up in an o as he still had his attention on his game hands only tightening a bit at the threat his body moving behind kuroo for safety

“ kuroos chemistry lab will become a garbage chute for my lunch trays “ kuroos body slumping as he draped himself over kenma only to get pushed off and fall on the floor in pain your mouth moving to tell everyone else on the team what would happen if they didn’t respect your boyfriend and treat him like the nice , caring guy he was

Until finally you flashed a smile and walked off leaving the team in disarray as they couldn’t figure out if you just grew that much hotter or if they were having heat flash from the pissed off emotions they felt when lev turned around and winked at them while he ran his hand down your shoulder to land at your lower back as he followed you out

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kimmyluvg · 3 years

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Rapunzel Pt. 3

Summary: Y/N, an abandoned baby, was taken in by none other than the youngest Madrigal Triplet, Bruno… What would happen if the family found out her glowing hair?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Finale (6)

This will be take place during the events of the movie.

Pairings! Bruno x Daughter!F!Reader, Camilo x F!Reader

(Not My Art 👇)

Camilo couldn’t sleep and he kept thinking about the girl he saw. Her long hair and her eyes made him very attracted to her. He stood up from his bed and went to his drawer. He was sure that he had seen those eyes before… But he couldn’t quite remember where.

He then found an old book. He opened it and there were pictures of himself, Mirabel and a girl he hadn’t seen before. He squinted his eyes and opened wide, “That’s her!” Camilo said lookjng at the picture of the girl that resembled the same one he saw earlier tonight. Camilo gently took the photo out of the book and gently graze his fingers on the girl’s photo. He turned the photo to its back and saw written words on it, “Camilo, Mirabel and Y/N… Happy 4th birthdays.” Camilo said as his gaze softened to the picture of younger Y/N. He now remembers the girl and how she was special to him. But one thing he couldn’t understand… “Why did you leave?” He asked as if Y/N was there with him.

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The next morning, it continued like usual… Except he want more seconds… So he shifts into Dolores and grabbed seconds when Mirabel went up to him, only knowing he’s Dolores and rambles about the magic. Then got scolded by his father and the family announcing Isabela’s expected engagement to Mariano. A lot has happened and Y/N saw all of it. When the family went on to do their chores, Y/N happened to saw a sad Dolores and Camilo comforting his sister, “I just don’t get it… Why did it have to be Isabela..?” Dolores said as Camilo pats her back, “We know that Isa is doing this for the family… There’s nothing we can do.” Camilo said sadly as Y/N frown. Seeing her favorites being sad like this made her question if Alma’s teachings are right.

Y/N decided to head back to the walls when a toucan was flying above her head. She got starled, letting out a small yelp before stumbling back, hitting the ground with her butt. Dolores heard her and rushed to Y/N’s side. Camilo came along and saw Y/N, “Y/N, are you okay?” Dolores asked Y/N, who nodded. Dolores helped her up then saw Camilo. Dolores knew she messed up, “Y/N… Is that really you?” Camilo asked as Y/N’s eyes widen, mouth dropped slightly, “C-Camilo…” She stuttered backing away from the siblings, “Y/N, don’t go yet. I want to ask some questions be—“ Camilo said before Dolores shushed him, hearing Alma walking towards where they are, “Head to my room, you two!” Dolores whispered making Y/N and Camilo run silently towards Dolores’ room.

The duo closes the door as they sighed, “That was a close one…” Y/N said finding a chair to sit on. Dolores has a auditorium like room with a few instruments and her stuff on the stage like floor. Y/N wanted to sat down on Dolores’ bed when Camilo grabbed her wrist, “Y/N… Why did you leave?” Camilo asked as it silence Y/N. “I don’t know what your talking about…” She said, attempting to break free from Camilo’s grip. He pulled Y/N towards him. Landing on his body, her hand landed on his chest, her head tilted up and saw Camilo looking at her. “Tell me the truth… I just want to know.” Camilo said in a low tone. Y/N hesitated and pushed him slightly, “I’m sorry, ‘Milo. But it’s not the right time.” She said as Camilo loosen his grip from her hips, letting her go completely.

“Just.. Just tell me when your ready…” Camilo said to her as she nodded. Y/N then found a chair then sat on it. Camilo went close to her, “Hey… Since we’ll be here for a while… Why not talk to each other?” Camilo suggested making Y/N a bit skeptical but nonetheless, she agreed. They talk for what felt like hours but it was only minutes. Camilo felt like he had known her for so long that he started to develop feelings for the girl. He knew it was wrong, so he hesitated. But then Dolores knocked on the door, causing Camilo to be distracted enough for Y/N to slip through a hole that she created years ago in order to talk to Dolores about everything.

By the time Camilo came back with Dolores, he saw that Y/N is nowhere to be seen. Dolores sighs, knowing she goes back to the walls while Camilo looked puzzled, “Where..” He said when Dolores pushed him outside of her room, “Mami’s calling you.” Dolores said as she shuts the door. In cue almost thunder storms on Pepa’s head.

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Y/N made it successfully in the walls and not let Bruno notice… Or so she thought…

She went to the home she has known for years and saw Bruno with his arms crossed on his chest, “Where have you been?” Bruno said in an anger manner making Y/N flinch. “Uh… I was in Dolores’ room…” She said and Bruno gave his eyebrow a lift, “And? Dolores isn’t back with her chores yet…” Bruno said, knowing his niece’s schedule making Y/N think of an excuse…

She gave out none and sigh. She eventually told the truth to Bruno about meeting with Camilo and talking to him, “Did you told him why you left?” Bruno asked as she shook her head, “I didn’t…” Y/N said recalling Camilo’s face close to hers. Her cheeks flushed. Bruno saw this and immediately knew what was going on… He knew she would fall for Camilo and Camilo would fall for her, judging by the way Camilo acts around his adoptive daughter before and it was clear that the boy has developed a crush on that girl. “Y/N? Mija? Are you alright?” Bruno asked, as the girl shooked her head then nodded, “I’m fine papá.” She said and as they relaxed, Y/N and Bruno all heard Dolores knocked on the wall indicating it was time for dinner.

Y/N and Bruno sat near the wall where they both can see everything through one single crack taht seemed to be invisible from the family and it seems that the Guzmáns are joining for dinner. Y/N squinted her eyes to see Mirabel and Dolores having a staring contest. ‘What is going on with those two?’ She wonders and payed attention to the movement of her lips when Dolores whispers through Camilo’s ear that made him shift into Mirabel, Bruno then himself with a distorted face. Y/N giggled slightly then it clicked in her mind… “Mirabel found your vision…” Y/N mumbled to Bruno that made him swallow his saliva out of nervousness and not before long… the dining room was filled with chaos. The vision was on the table, now fixed. Rain pours down on the family, except Mirabel… “I’m getting the vision.” Bruno said making Y/N nod and wait for him.

When Y/N couldn’t contain herself inside of that room and decided to take a peak and sure enough… She saw Bruno and Mirabel almost falling. “You’re very sweaty.” Bruno said but he got slipped off. Y/N tried to reach him but was caught by Mirabel and later let go because of a rat popping out of nowhere. Y/N looked over and saw that it wasn’t that deep. She held out a hand to Mirabel, “Let me help.” Y/N said as Mirabel’s eyes sparkled, “Y/N?”

Tagslist: @dai-tsukki-desu @casedoina @camilos-mivida

#camilo madrigal x reader #camilo my beloved #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #camilo madrigal #encanto #camilo x you #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno

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the-devils-girl94 · 3 years

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A Heated Nightly Gaming Session

Prompt: Popsicle Licking

Characters: Leviathan x Fem! MC

Content Warnings: A slightly Dom!MC, blowjobs, teasing Levi

A Fic for @voltage-vixen 's Summer of Smut Challenge! Enjoy!

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Knock, knock.

Your knuckles tapped against a large door and you heard a voice call out,

"Who is it?

"Levi, it's me, (Y/N). I'm here for our nightly gaming sesh," you answered. You held up a bag of snacks and treats. "I brought some snacks. Hope you don't mind that some of them are popsicles."

You heard the mechanics of the locks switching. And the tall door swung open to reveal a tank top wearing Levi, who blushed when he saw that you were also wearing a tank top and shorts. He averted his eyes from wandering to your chest.

"Th-thanks! I don't mind, (Y/N). I think it's more of a life saver since the heat has been so crazy," he stammered.

You noticed a bit of sweat on him, but it looked mostly dried. So you thought to yourself that he probably had some fans going full blast in his room. 'A life saver, indeed,' you thought as you smiled, handing him the bag to rummage through. The Avatar of Envy beamed when he saw the popsicles and saw that some were of his favorite flavors. He stepped to the side and saluted you for these offerings. You chuckled at his antics as you passed him and Levi followed suit, letting the door close behind him.

Your assumption of him having fans was correct. However, you didn't expect to see a huge fort assembled out of blankets and 4-5 fans surrounding said fort blowing into the entrance. The inside had lots of pillows strewn about and floor lights tucked on each side to keep the blanket from blowing away. It looked cozy and cool. But you had to tease him about it because why not?

"Wow, Levi. You're really going all out, huh?," you swirled around to face him with a smirk on your face. "You sure this isn't a date?"

The poor soul stopped in his tracks and his face erupted into a deep shade of red. His voice became slightly high-pitched as started to stumble and tumble over his words, trying to explain that it wasn't like that. "H-h-hold on, (Y/N)! It's not like that at all! You know its hot and I can't stand the heat! I just wanted to build a fort so I could utilize the best way to cool down and I-," he talked fast, so fast that his words were almost blending together.

You could see his mind swirling like a hypnotizing illusion as he explained away and you just had to stop him before you got thrown into the whirlwind too. Placing your hand on his forearm, Levi shut himself up. "Levi," you spoke softly, "you know I was just teasing, right?"

"Huh!? Oh, yeah, but still- I mean, that was mean of you, but you know," he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks tainted pink. He avoided your eyes as he told you, "It could be a date if you want it to be."

You smiled and took his hand, startling him. You dragged his butt into the fort and sat him down next to you. "Then it shall be a date, O' Lord of the Shadows," you declared in your most impressive Medieval voice.

Leviathan's eyes startled sparkling and he nodded his head at you. "Th-thank you, Henry!"

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"Ooh, he's on the attack, Levi! Get him!"

"Crap, I see him but I can't get to him yet! I need to take out this guy first!"

You watched with bated breath as Levi tried his best to survive an ambush in a new game he bought. Luckily for you, it wasn't a game you could get sucked into, but it was certainly entertaining to watch the Avatar of Envy play. So far, Levi had managed to take out a bunch of enemies, but the one he was currently struggling with was so powerful. It gave the chance for a few of the enemies who were still standing to gain the upper hand by trying a sneak attack.

You whined as you worried about whether this would be a victory or a loss. But, unbeknownst to you, Levi had a trick up his non-existent sleeve. You gasped when all of a sudden the most powerful enemy ended up falling when Levi pulled a combo move and cheered when the victory image popped up. Leviathan whooped as you cheered and the both of you cheer a high five.

"That was amazing, Levi!," you praised, clapping your hands together. His cheeks turned a light pink, but he grinned at you. "It was no problem," he said. "These games are no match for an otaku such as myself."

You chuckled and reached for the bag of treats you bought earlier. Lots of the contents of the bag were eaten except for the popsicles, which you noticed were starting to melt a bit. You grabbed two that were more solid than the rest and handed one to Leviathan. "Here. I think this one is your favorite," you said, placing the cold trear in his hand. "We should eat these up before they melt. The others certainly did."

"Ah, ok. Thanks, (Y/N). I kinda want to take a break from gaming right now."

Unwrapping your popsicle, you asked, "Then do you want to put on an anime instead?"

To that, Levi shook his head. "Actually...I was wondering if you wanted to cuddle. It is supposed to be a...a date, right?"

Your eyes widen at him. You were almost shocked that he even managed to say the word 'cuddle' without stuttering. You found yourself another perfect opportunity to tease him, so you sent a gentle smile his way and nodded. You popped your popsicle into your mouth and crawled towards Leviathan. He jumped slightly when you placed yourself right on his lap, making it hard for the poor demon to focus his gaze on anywhere else besides your bosom and making him drop his popsicle. You smirked inwardly because you knew he had to stare at either your chest or your eyes. And he could never stare into your eyes for long without feeling like his face was about to explode.

"So how do you want to cuddle, Levi?," you slowly took out your popsicle, making sure that your slurping was pretty obvious. You licked your lips and Leviathan's eyes followed. "Is it okay if we cuddle in this position or do you want me to be the little spoon?"

The purple haired demon gulped. Your sex appeal was over 9000! He knew you were teasing him and it was working. He thought it was a bit unfair how his lust for you was building up just by a few actions by you. He sighed, his ears hot and reddened, and you felt strong arms wrap around your middle, catching you by surprise. Your popsicle dropped when he buried his face into your chest and it was your turn to be flustered.

"H-hey, Levi! So you do want to cuddle like this, huh?," you still tried to tease but you were stammering. Levi's grip on you tighten and you soon felt something poking you in your nether regions. 'O-oh. Oh!,' you thought.

"I went too far in teasing you again, didn't I?," you brought your hand to ruffle his hair. The Avatar of Envy whined which vibrated through your chest, making you giggle. "Sorry, sorry, you big baby," you apologized, laughing softly.

"You know that's unfair, (Y/N). You can't keep teasing me like this."

"Then do you want to help you?," you replied, showing him that you were willing by grinding down on him. Levi stifled sucked in a sharp breath. He looked up into your eyes, lust swirling, which you met. "Might wanna answer. You feel as if you're rock hard, Levi," you grinded down again but more slowly.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," groaned Levi who decided fuck it and smashed his lips against yours. You gasped at the sudden action, your lips parting open enough for Leviathan's tongue to slip in. His tongue was forked like a serpent's and it started to explore and taste every part of the inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, feeling the heat building up in your core. It didn't help much that Leviathan was bucking his hips, rubbing his cock against your clothed sex. You deepened the kiss, tongues swirling and dancing as the two of you dry humped each other.

Levi could taste the flavor of that popsicle you had earlier and couldn't help but think of how delicious it tasted. He wanted to go to the next step, feeling the need to be inside you. His cock throbbed with the urge to feel you surrounding his cock. His grip on you started to lessen and you could feel his hands drop down to your hips right above your shorts. He started to tug on them, so you broke the kiss to grab his hands, panting softly. "Do you want to take these off me?," you asked. Though you would've chucked them even if he didn't want to.

Levi nodded, too focused on wanting to fuck you to say anything. You stood and put your hands on his shoulders for balance, feeling his fingers go under the fabric. Your shorts slid off with ease but he didn't remove your panties. Instead he pulled you back into his lap, leaving them on. Of course you caught on and smirked at him. You opted to say nothing this time to not embarrass him, but you did push him so that he fell backwards.

"(Y-Y/N)!," he started, but you shushed him with a finger. You grabbed the hem of his sweatpants and he watched as you pulled them back. His cock sprang forward, a string of precum leaking from the tip. It looked absolutely delicious to you.

Wrapping your hand around the base, you set a firm grip on it, causing Levi to wince. Not from the pain but from the pleasure of physical contact. It felt so solid and hard in your hand and you leaned down to flick the tip with your tongue.

"Aah, shit!," groaned Levi. His hands had flown to cover his face since he didn't want to put them on your head. You gave his cock another lick before sliding the tip into your mouth. The Avatar of Envy bucked his hips but he didn't get much farther that you would allow. You swirled your tongue around the head of Levi's cock before you started to bob your head. Every time you went down, you would take more of his cock into your mouth until your nose was buried into a purple patch of pubes. Your sex pulsated and dripped with need everytime his dick hit the back of your throat. All the while, all Levi could chant was your name over and over.

You soon released him when you saw that you had completely covered his dick in your saliva. Crawling back on top of him, you removed your tank top, letting your breast feel the cool air surrounding you two. "You can remove your hands from your face, Levi. I want you to see me," you gently moved his hands away, only to see a completely flustered Leviathan. His eyes were half lidded and lust filled, his face redder than a tomato. Drool dribbling from the corner of his mouth and onto the pillow beneath his head.

"Oh my," you smirked. "You look like you're experiencing true bliss right now, Levi. Are you aching to cum right now?"

You lowered your body so that your breasts were squished against his chest. You caressed his face before kissing him, which he eagerly returned. You both started to sit up, your arms wrapped his neck and legs around his waist, and his hands found their way back to your hips once more. He broke the kiss to put his head on your shoulder and went to move your panties to the side. You could feel him trembling, hurrying with his movements to finally get inside you.

You whined low in your throat when you felt his cock pushing against your opening. You hugged him tightly and squealed when he pushed past your opening and every inch of him slid inside you. "Fuck, fuck, Levi," you groaned and heavily panted. He kissed your cheek as a way to apologize and waited a moment to move for you to adjust to his size.

Once the moment had passed, you immediately knew that you weren't heading back to your room anytime soon. At first, he started at a slow pace but they got faster and faster until your mewls turned to moans and your moans turned to you chanting his name over and over. The sound of skin slapping and the squelching sound of your pussy taking in his cock in every thrust fills the room.

Leviathan's grip on your hips tightened and you found yourself on your back being pounded away at. His balls slapping against your ass.

"(Y/N)~, you feel so good! So fucking tight, so fucking wet," moaned Levi. Your pussy clenched at every thrust he gave you, making you scream/moan to the point you couldn't reply back with how good he was making you feel. His thrusts were becoming erratic and that was a sign for you that he was about to cum. "L-Levi, I want you to cum in-," you got cut off by him sealing your lips with a kiss as he gave one final thrust, spilling his seed deep inside of you. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he came.

You kept your legs wrapped around him as you two continued to make out until you both needed air. You both broke away, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you before breaking, panting heavily. There was a moment of silence between you two as you had to catch your breath. Levi was drenched heavily in sweat which was dripping a bit on you. A hand touched your cheek and a kiss was planted on your forehead by the Avatar of Envy. You gave him a sweet smile and broke the silence, saying, "I think I would love our nightly gaming dates more if we did this often."

Leviathan blushed at your statement and replied, "Y-yeah, me too. Let's get you cleaned up."

He tried to move so that he could get up, but your legs locked him in place. He felt hands going up his tank top, feeling over his stomach up to his chest. He gasped when your legs made him thrust up into your pussy. He looked down at you, lust darkening his eyes once more when he heard you whine his name.

"Levi~, make me cum first."

((This is the longest fic I have ever written, bruh. My brain hurts from braining but this was the home stretch. I hope you guys like it. It's the first of many even if I don't make it to the 20th to get done with the prompts that I have, but I will still post them since I know it will haunt me.))

#lexi writes #obey me!#summer of smut #obey me leviathan #leviathan #leviathan x mc #obey me character x mc #obey me smut #enjoy this smutty post

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Prompt: Wei Wuxian has achieved time travel! He's gonna fix so many broken things. Unfortunately, WWX has miscalculated a teensy tiny variable and instead of arriving in his original 15yo body in Lotus Pier, he's crash landed in MXY's tiny 7~8yo body at Mo Manor. But no problem, he can fix this if he can just find his real body. (Meanwhile, Yunmeng Jiang's head disciple is acting the wrong kind of childish, aka, Mo Xuanyu is having the weirdest day of his young life.)

Switcheroo - ao3

Mo Xuanyu thought that this Wei Wuxian person whose body he’d stolen must have been a really interesting person, mostly because he’d been here for three days so far and nobody’d noticed the switch yet.

Possibly it had to do with the fact that Mo Xuanyu still wasn’t exactly sure how he’d stolen the body – he’d just gone to sleep in the shed, same as always, and then he’d woken up in the softest bed he’d ever encountered in his life…no, softer than even his dreams! He’d thought it over and concluded that he must have died from cold out in the shed, turned into a fierce ghost out of resentment, grown powerful (somehow), then stolen some rich young master’s body when they weren’t paying close enough attention and, once he’d possessed the body, promptly lost all his memory of being a ghost.

It seemed like the only logical course of events.

He was very sorry about it, though. Wei Wuxian seemed like a nice, if very unusual person.

The first day, Mo Xuanyu had barely even noticed the body-switch, being quite so enamored of the soft bed he was in – he’d refused to get out of bed at all, declaring that he was going to lie in and sleep for a century or more, and the people who’d come to the door to get him didn’t beat him or anything over it, but rather just laughed or rolled their eyes and then left him to it. Luckily, at the time, he’d just assumed he was dead or something and proceeded to ignore everything in favor of napping.

He only acknowledged that he was alive later in the afternoon, when his stomach started growling – it seemed like a very unlikely thing for a dead man’s stomach to do.

Mo Xuanyu had by that point figured out that he wasn’t himself anymore, which was fine since he didn’t much like himself; he’d also figured out, through looking himself over, that he was old now. At least fifteen or sixteen, which was twice the age he last remembered himself being. That was fine, too, though: being older meant that he was stronger and faster and would be better able to handle it when people wanted to beat him or something. Most importantly, though, it meant he was old enough to enter the kitchen on his own!

Mo Xuanyu already knew that he wasn’t allowed to eat at the main table, being only the bastard son of the younger daughter, and the cook back at home was a fierce woman who didn’t allow anyone under the age of ten into her kitchen; as a result, he had to wait for his mother to bring him back some food, and it was always cold and not quite enough. Now, though, since he was older, he figured he might as well try to go to the kitchen and fill his belly that way.

Luckily, while his current body’s house was much bigger than the Mo house, all houses were generally built along the same lines, so it wasn’t hard to find the kitchen. Everyone there laughed when he showed up, even though he’d tried to be very quiet and sneak in and then screwed it up by tripping over his own feet – it seemed like everyone thought he was doing it on purpose to be funny – and then the cooks gave him a meal of his own that was hot and fresh and wonderful.

He'd wolfed it down.

“Honestly, Wei Wuxian, you eat like a hungry ghost, you’d think the Jiang clan starves you,” one of them scolded him, but with a smile, and from that Mo Xuanyu learned that the rich young master was called Wei Wuxian and that he lived with the Jiang clan. The different surnames confused him a little, but he didn’t dare ask any questions about it, so he just stuffed his mouth and pretended that was the reason he couldn’t answer.

No one questioned it.

No one questioned it when he went wandering all around instead of doing whatever chores or duties he’d been assigned, either. Someone had actually seen him hovering by a door and asked him to bring back a pheasant when he returned, so out of lack of better options he’d headed outside to try to go find one.

He had a pretty good time walking around the forest, then remembered what he’d been asked and chased the pheasants for a while, without success . Fortunately, he then got lucky and stumbled over an old snare that had three pheasants caught inside, so he’d picked up the whole box and carted it back home.

“Three,” one of the boys in purple-blue marveled as he saw Mo Xuanyu walking towards the kitchen. “You know, people say that the birds around the Lotus Pier have gotten too smart to be caught easily, but look at our da-shixiong; he makes it look easy!”

From this, Mo Xuanyu could figure out that Wei Wuxian was (apparently!) part of a cultivator clan, apparently located at a place called the Lotus Pier, and that he was the oldest or at least head disciple, to boot. He knew all about cultivator clans from his mother, since apparently his father had been a sect leader, and that meant he knew enough to call the other boy ‘shidi’ as he passed, making the other boy beam happily.

It also meant that when he chanced a guess and called the young woman in a pretty pink dress who waved at him ‘shijie’, she smiled and nodded, which meant to him that he’d done the right thing.

“I heard you slept even more of the morning away than usual,” she told him, but didn��t seem too upset about it. “I bet that means you’ll be skipping dinner and staying up all night, hmm?”

Mo Xuanyu had no intention of skipping dinner if it was anything like what the kitchens had given him earlier, actually, but while he was still trying to figure out a way to say that, she said, leaning in close to whisper, “It’s probably a good idea, anyway – Mother and Father are fighting again. Just go to the kitchens to grab something…I promise I’ll make it up to you with some soup tomorrow, pork ribs and lotus roots, your favorite. All right?”

“Shijie, you’re the best,” Mo Xuanyu said effusively, willing to die for her at once, and she laughed and tousled his hair.

“I am,” she said, looking happy. “And if my little A-Xian stays good and obedient, I may even feed him.”

She did, too, the next day when he finally tore himself out of the beautiful wonderful soft bed and went to go find her. She’d made him soup, just as he’d promised, and laughed and laughed for some reason: apparently, she interpreted him being quiet and not talking too much as his efforts to be ‘good and obedient’, which was apparently so out of the ordinary as to be a deliberate joke.

From this, Mo Xuanyu concluded that the young master he’d possessed, Wei Wuxian, was a jackass.

Well, perhaps that was a bit harsh. Arrogant and self-centered, talented and brave and probably brilliant, definitely charming and maybe even kind, but also spoiled and inclined to step on other people to get where he wanted to go, if Mo Xuanyu had to guess – why else would everyone constantly react as if him not being obnoxious was the world’s biggest stunt?

No one seemed to expect anything of him at all: he didn’t do any chores, and no one batted an eyelid; he didn’t go where he was told, and everyone just sighed…at one point the sect leader himself came and patted him on the head, scolding him in a joking tone that he hadn’t seen him leading any of the training the way he was supposed to – but when Mo Xuanyu quailed, he’d burst out laughing, telling ‘Wei Wuxian’ to stop pretending to be a scared little rabbit, that it was fine if he’d gotten distracted by some clever new invention or whatever, that someone else would handle it, that he should take as long as he needed.

Mo Xuanyu had pasted a great big smile on his face through force of effort and agreed cheerfully.

The sect leader had accepted it.

Probably a jackass, but clearly a beloved one, Mo Xuanyu thought to himself as he packed up clothing and a few small treasures that no one would miss, a little wistful. The scare of the whole encounter had put things in perspective – he wasn’t going to be able to keep up this sort of façade for long. In fact, he was shocked he’d managed it so long already; surely, no matter how many pranks this Wei Wuxian played, no matter how childishly he behaved, surely someone should’ve noticed that he was actually an eight-year-old masquerading as a sixteen-year-old?

Mo Xuanyu couldn’t decide whether it was sad that no one paid too much attention or something that this Wei Wuxian fellow had brought down on his own head by being so consistently annoying.

Either way, there was nothing for it – he was going to have to leave.

Now that part was really sad: he’d never in his life had such good food, or such a soft bed, or even so many people that just seemed plain old happy to see him as since he’d arrived in this place. But he wasn’t the one all those things were for; he was just a sad ghost possessing a person, and if he stayed, the cultivators would eventually figure out something was wrong and exorcise him.

Probably violently.

Mo Xuanyu probably deserved it, too, but despite that he wasn’t willing.

So he packed up what he could and headed out.

He got all the way to the gate before a new purple-clad disciple – about his age, if he had to guess, and holding a pack like he’d just come back from a trip, with a scowl on his face – called out for Wei Wuxian.

Mo Xuanyu waved a little, hoping that that would be enough.

For the first time, it wasn’t.

The boy’s face settled into an even deeper scowl.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you?” he demanded. “Wei Wuxian! You’re acting all weird – hey! Where are you going?”

Mo Xuanyu was running away, obviously. He wasn’t about to get tied up and exorcised, no thank you.

He didn’t think he’d make it, but it was still worth trying.

Sure enough, the purple-clad boy who was probably called Jiang Cheng, based on what everyone was calling out as they ran by, got tired of running and jumped on his sword, and there was no way Mo Xuanyu would be able to outrun a sword, not even if he tried as fast as he –

Someone picked him up.

It wasn’t Jiang Cheng.

Mo Xuanyu turned his head and stared.

It must be some sort of yao, he thought. Humans were definitely not that pretty.

“Lan Wangji!” Jiang Cheng howled. “What are you even doing in the Lotus Pier?! Put my shixiong down!”

The rescuer, Lan Wangji, frowned a little at Mo Xuanyu.

Mo Xuanyu didn’t know exactly what expression he ought to be making in return, and was a bit too dazed to even dare to guess. He’d just noticed that they were flying – flying! on a sword! – and he was clutching onto this Lan Wangji’s shoulders for dear life.

“You are not Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji said. His voice sounded very definitive.

“Uh,” Mo Xuanyu said. “Sorry? Please don’t drop me.”

“I will not. What is your name?”

“Mo Xuanyu,” Mo Xuanyu admitted, and Lan Wangji’s eyes widened as if that meant something to him – except it couldn’t, of course, because Mo Xuanyu was sure he’d never met anyone even remotely like this Lan Wangji fellow in his life. “I don’t remember taking his body. I’m sorry. Can you not exorcise me? I don’t want to die.”

Lan Wangji was silent for a long moment.

He was still flying very fast, and Jiang Cheng was still following, shouting out curses and demands that he stop, not that Lan Wangji was listening.

“There will be no exorcism,” he finally said, and Mo Xuanyu exhaled in relief. “We will, however, fix this.”

“…we?”

“Wei Ying and myself.”

Mo Xuanyu nodded. That sounded more likely than anyone relying on his participation.

“Where are we going?” he asked. Jiang Cheng was falling further and further behind.

“Mo Village.”

Mo Xuanyu tensed up at once.

“You will not be left there,” Lan Wangji clarified, and – how did he know that Mo Xuanyu didn’t want to be left there? “But we must collect Wei Ying, who I suspect is currently in your body.”

“In my…I’m still alive?”

Lan Wangji was quiet again, and then said, “Yes. And you will remain so.”

That was reassuring, mostly.

“Okay,” Mo Xuanyu said, and found that he mostly felt relieved. He’d be very happy to have his normal body back again, if possible, especially if he didn’t have to stay in Mo Village…“Wait, if I don’t have to stay there, where will I go? I don’t have anywhere else to go, unless my father comes back for me. He's a sect leader –”

“He will not, and even if he did, you should not go with him. Once Wei Ying returns to his body, you will be able to stay at the Lotus Pier. If you do not wish to stay there, I will bring you back to the Cloud Recesses – that is my home – instead.”

“Oh,” Mo Xuanyu said, feeling bewildered. That was an awfully nice offer, even if Lan Wangji was feeling guilty about Wei Wuxian stealing his body by accident – which seemed like what had happened here rather than Mo Xuanyu being the one who did the stealing. Maybe he should go with Lan Wangji instead, he seemed much more responsible than Wei Wuxian was, rushing over to rescue him and explain things instead of throwing him into a body and leaving him all alone in a strange place. But on the other hand… “Is the Cloud Recesses…I mean…no offense, but…does it have…”

“Yes?”

“Does it have soft beds, too? And – and hot food?”

Mo Xuanyu didn’t need much, not really. He looked eagerly at Lan Wangji, who had an odd expression on his face briefly before wiping it back to neutral and nodding in confirmation.

“Okay,” Mo Xuanyu said, and curled up in Lan Wangji’s arms. “Then I’ll stay with you. You can take care of me.”

“I will,” Lan Wangji said, sounding strangely serious. “In return for the gift you last gave me – I will.”

#mdzs #mo xuanyu #jiang cheng #lan wangji #my fic #my fics #switcheroo

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BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.

so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can

OMG FLASHBACK??

yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions

oh dear

Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE

EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES

???

RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!

ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us

?? ??????? ?????????????????????

so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol

OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!

A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that

-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect

LMAO

WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”

oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime

blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI

“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh

“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”

“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier

LSDKFJLSDKJFLK

“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI

(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)

so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”

and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”

“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas

dsfaelkjldkjgl

you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??

this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed

“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim

anyway so back to the unruly mob

not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap

oh wow the parents are out here too

is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys

MONOMA

so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this

anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW

and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/

it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”

so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez

OH MY GOD

MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED

OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT

truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand

“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao

(ETA:

WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)

“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason

narrator: they did not listen to reason

oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

hmm

this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol

(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)

oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively

“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako

lol uh

gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off

SDLFKJSL

“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”

so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH

OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY

not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that

-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!

sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech

never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him

THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK

“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth

so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol

#bnha 323 #uraraka ochako #rat principal #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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