#i forgot i had assignments due rip

[mayasikeu]

Fucking Heeseung in his band practice room

warnings: smut, sex, fingering, blowjob

wc: 1.5k

Heeseung and you only had a few classes together but you both never spoke. However, there was a lot tension between you two. Like when you would both eye fuck each other in class or around school and when you would accidentally touch hands when grabbing your papers back from the professor's desk. If you were being completely honest, you had the biggest crush on him. He was your type to a T. The only thing that held you back was his social status. You were a nobody compared to him.

One day during class, your professor called you up to the front to hand in your essay. As Heeseung’s name was called right after yours, you both made eye contact before you walked back to your seat. You admired him as he placed his essay on the desk, his side profile being so attractive to you. When he turned around to go back, your eyes darted to the opposite side of the class. You were trying to be nonchalant but the butterflies in your stomach were saying otherwise. Of course Heeseung wasn’t dumb enough to believe it though, he caught you staring a long time ago.

At the end of the day, Heeseung made his way to band practice as you made your way back to your dorm room. Until you suddenly got a call from your friend Jay who was also in Heeseung’s band. “Y/n I forgot to get my assignment from you. Do you think you could come up to the band room to hand it back” he asked. “Oh, yeah sure, I’m on my way” you replied before hanging up.

Once you got there you knocked on the door, a familiar voice telling you to come in. When you opened the door, to your surprise it was just Heeseung there alone. “Where’s Jay?” you asked nervously, not knowing where to look. “Oh he’s not here right now, just leave it over there.” he replied as he lifted his head upwards gesturing towards the table. You nodded as you went to place it on the table before accidentally dropping it because of how nervous you were. Heeseung watched as you bent over, looking at your ass and enjoying the fact that he could slightly see what underwear you were wearing.

“I’m gonna go now uh…bye i guess whatever” you stammered feeling embarrassed. “Y/n right? We have a lot of classes together” he asked, trying to get you to stay. “Yeah uh we do” you looked down fiddling with your fingers.

“Why don’t you keep me company while Jay is gone?” he asked.

“I mean unless you have plans-“ you interrupted “No, no I don’t. I can stay” you chuckled nervously as you sat down on the couch they had in there.

Heeseung came and sat next to you as he looked down at your thighs before looking up at you again. “You know, I’ve always thought you were so pretty” heeseung said.

“R-really? Me?” you asked, sounding genuinely shocked. Heeseung nodded as he laughed due to your cuteness. “Why is that shocking?”

“I never thought I was your type” you confessed.

“If I’m being honest, you actually are”

Your cheeks began to burn a bright red as you felt extremely flustered. “Can I tell you something?” he asked.

You nodded quickly.

Heeseung cupped your face softly as he made you look him in the eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long now. I like you, like I really like you” he murmured. “But uh… how do you feel about me?”

“I-i like you too” you mumbled quietly

“Is it okay if I kiss you?”

You nodded softly as Heeseung leaned in not wasting any time. At first the kiss was innocent and wholesome until Heeseung rested his hands on your waist pulling you closer. The feeling of him manhandling you made you want to rip his clothes off in that moment. Heeseung began to grow a boner when he felt your tits press against his chest. He played with the strap of your blouse communicating to you that he wanted to take it off. You pulled it down a bit lower which gave him the green light to continue. He took your blouse off as he admired your breasts. “You’re so pretty” he looked at you. He began to unclip your bra from the back and stared in admiration as he watched your tits bounce.

Softly, he began to massage your tits which made you let out another quiet whimper. After a long day of classes, this is exactly what you needed. Heeseung began to pull your skirt down and rub you through your underwear. “Mmm fuck” you moaned.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good” he whispered in your ear while he continued to rub you resting his other arm on the sofa back. He planted soft kisses on your neck all the way down to your boobs. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to fuck you? I literally jerk off to the thought of you every night”

He pulled his pants and boxers down before he slid a condom on.

“Do you always keep one on you?”

“I’m always prepared” he joked

He pulled your panties off as he began to tease your pussy slightly pushing the head of his cock in and then pulling it out again. “Shit” he groaned “I always knew you had a tight pussy”

“Need you to put it in, please” you whined

“I will baby, i will” he kissed you

And he did. When he pushed it in he gripped on to your thighs for support. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long you don’t understand”

Once his thrusts began, they did not slow down. He pounded inside you as he squished and sucked on your tits. He observed as his thick cock went in and out of your swollen pussy, enjoying the view.

“How are you so fucking tight”

“No one could never compare to you”

“Gonna fuck you so hard your hole will remember the shape of my cock”

You couldn’t stop the moans from escaping your mouth at this point. You were finally getting fucked by Heeseung, it was literally a dream come true for both of you. He continuously bucked his hips in and out of your tight wet walls while he moaned into your ear. “I need to cum inside this tight pussy, are you gonna let me?” he hummed. “I need you to cum inside me, Heeseung” you answered desperately.

“Fuck” he continued to thrust inside you. Once he pulled out, he ripped the condom off his cock and watched the cum drip down slowly. “That was fucking amazing” he said with a breathy voice. He began to rub his thumb on your clit while he kissed all over your body. Without warning he shoved his two fingers in your cunt thrusting them in and out while he left love bites all over your collarbones. “Heeseung fuck” you slurred your words due to the sudden feeling.

You began to rock your hips. “Mhm, yeah, just like that. Ride my fingers baby”. As you were getting closer your moans got louder which ended up in you cumming all over his fingers. “Open your mouth for me angel” Heeseung pulled his fingers out and put them inside your mouth.

“Taste yourself”

“Fuck” he would jerk his cock as you sucked on his fingers.

He grabbed your hand to replace it with his so you could begin to stroke his dick. His mouth agape as you jerked his dick off with both hands. “I want you to put it in that pretty little mouth of yours” he stroked the back of your head while looking down at you. You surrendered and began to attempt putting his dick in your mouth. This was your first time sucking dick so you really wanted to impress him by taking him all at once. “Fuck yes” he threw his head back while his hands were gripping on to your head.

The feeling of your warm wet tongue twitching as you tried to trace the veins on his length made him feel like he was in heaven.

He rammed his hips in and out of your mouth as you choked on his cock. “I’m gonna fucking cum” he moaned

Your nails were digging deeply into his thighs, leaving marks as you bobbed your head on his cock desperate for him to cum. The perfect mix of pain and pleasure developed throughout his entire body as he released his thick load of cum into your mouth. He pulled his dick out and lifted your head by your chin. “Swallow” he ordered. Once he saw that you swallowed it all he reached down to kiss you. “We should get dressed before Jay walks in on us” , you nodded in agreement.

After you both got dressed again he joined you on the couch again before he relaxed his arms around your shoulders. “So, can I finally get your number after this”

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[yunhoshands]

Teasing San

San x gn reader

Summary: MINORS DNI You've been teasing your boyfriend San for days, he surprises you at home and gets his revenge (sorta)

Trigger warnings: cnc? (san surprises reader by sneaking up on her so idk),

Content warnings: names (sweetheart, baby, sugar), oral (m receiving), choking (briefly), san’s got a big dick (obviously), cnc? (san surprises reader by sneaking up on her so idk), plz lmk if I forgot anything

Words: 1.5k 

You'd been teasing your boyfriend San for days while he was away on his work trip. He’d only been gone a couple of days to do photoshoots for his new album but you’d been needy since he left. You didn’t get to spend a lot of time together due to his idol schedule and you working a full time job while doing college online, but you made the most of the time you had together. 

Even your time apart could be enjoyable, despite how much you missed him. You had learned that it was exhilarating to tease him when he couldn't do anything about it. Sending him suggestive pictures of you in just a towel, in the new underwear you bought, (your personal favorite) with something in your mouth (a sucker, a pencil, an ice pop, etc) anything that reminded him of having his cock in your mouth. 

You knew you were in for it when he finally got back, but you couldn’t help it, it was too much fun reading his texts. 

“You that needy baby? Why don’t you use the toys I bought you and send me a video of that?” (You never would of course, because you loved when he would try to tell you what to do when he couldn't do anything about it)

“Baby, you just love watching me squirm don't you? Well I love watching you cry for me, and you will once I get my hands on you.” 

“You just love pretending it's my cock between those pretty lips don't you?”, were the kinds of things he would text you. 

San wasn't due back till this evening so you decided to work on an assignment to pass the time. Putting on your headphones, you hit play on your playlist and open up your laptop, trying to focus and not think about your boyfriend. 

After a while you thought you heard a noise from the kitchen but quickly dismissed it since you were focused on your assignment. Without warning you felt a warm hand on the back of your neck that made you jump. You attempted to whirl your head around but couldn't because of the strong grip on you. Your breath picked up as the hand made its way around to the front of your neck and cupped your jaw, before moving down to grip your throat. 

By this time you recognized the grip as your boyfriends, the musky scent of his cologne enveloping you. Your eyes rolled back as his grip on your throat tightened. He pulled your headphones off and began leaving territorial kisses along your neck. Licking a stripe from your shoulder to your ear, before leaving kisses along the curve of your ear causing you to let out a shaky gasp. 

“Working on homework baby?” San asked breathily, clearly as affected by your reaction. 

“Was…was um ... waiting on you…” you muttered, unable to think clearly as you craned your neck to the side, yearning for more of the feeling of San’s velvety lips on your neck. 

“Yea? Did you miss me?” He asked cockily. “Sending me all those slutty pictures, knowing I couldn’t touch you for days. Driving me absolutely insane.” His hand that wasn't around your neck, moved to your desk, caging you into your desk chair as San continued his assault on your neck (and your sanity). 

“Mmm” you hummed at the feeling of his nose drawing a line from your shoulder to your ear before stopping at your ear again before nipping at the tip of it. 

“Words baby, did you miss daddy?” He asked, using the nickname he knew never failed to make your pussy drip. 

“Yes daddy…missed you,” you whined. 

Quickly he spun your chair around so you were face to face. His cat-like eyes dark with want, lust, and dominance. After not seeing him for days your brain short circuited at how beautiful he was. His muscular arms fighting to rip out of the holes of his black t-shirt, and his jet black hair falling perfectly into his face. 

You fought the urge to brush his hair away from his eyes, instead you leaped up from your chair and crashed your lips into his, startling your boyfriend. 

You were never normally so bold, but your want for him was greater than your self control. 

His velvety lips slotted perfectly with yours, immediately opening up to let your tongue inside. You took time exploring each other's mouths, relearning each and every curve of each other's lips, and memorizing the taste of each other as if it would be the last time you saw each other. San nipped at your bottom lip before asserting his dominance by lapping at the roof of your mouth, causing you to whine and tilt your head back so he had better access. 

San walked you both over to the bed, never once relenting his attack on your mouth. He sat down at the edge of the bed, leaving you standing between his legs. This position giving him the perfect access to trail kisses between your breasts and down your body, all while keeping eye contact with you. 

You released a whine when he stopped at the waistband of your joggers. Your boyfriend chuckled at your obvious neediness. “What? You don't like being teased? How do you think I felt the last couple of days?” He asked with a smirk. You let your eyes droop to the floor, partially because you weren't prepared for his retaliation, and partially because you were so aroused you were afraid if you looked him in the eye he’d see how desperate you were for him.

“Get on your knees for me sweetheart, show daddy how much you missed me,” he commanded, leaning back on his elbows.

Immediately you got down on your knees and began undoing his pants, leaving kisses on the bulge in his boxers, earning you a sharp hiss from your cocky boyfriend, confirming that he was just as affected and needy as you were. 

Releasing his hard length from his boxers, you began leaving kitten licks along his shaft completely ignoring the tip of his cock, where you knew he needed you most. 

“Baby please,” San whined pitifully, letting his dominant act slip. “Haven't you teased me enough?” he begged, earning a giggle from you. You decided to give him what he wanted though. Looking him in the eyes you finally took his girthy length into your mouth. He was so thick it was difficult to fit his entire cock in your throat but you tried anyway, gagging on his weeping cock. 

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, savoring every drop of precum. You could feel every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out of your mouth. San groaned at the sight before him and placed his hand in your hair, stroking affectionately. “Your so beautiful with my cock in your mouth baby, so much better than a fucking sucker,”

You moaned around his cock at his words, you loved it so much when he told you how beautiful you looked choking on his cock. 

“Your tiny fucking mouth is going to be the end of me,”

You began bobbing your head faster and hollowing your cheeks more to show him how much his words had an effect on you. 

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep that up,” he groaned out in warning, his hand grabbing a fistfull of your hair, trying to control your movements. You fluttered your eyes up at him. He was a sight to behold, with his head thrown back and his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let out the most pornogrpahic groans you’ve ever heard. 

You reached up to pump the length of his cock you couldn't fit in your mouth, and used the other to massage his balls. You were sure he was going to fall over the edge soon, his hot length twitching in your mouth. 

“Fuck baby, fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna fill that dirty little mouth with cum baby, fuck,” he gritted out, his hands gripping your head and bobbing you faster on his cock before releasing his load into your throat. His salty cum coated your tongue as you released his cock. 

“Show me,” he panted. You stuck out your tongue, painted white with his cum. He smiled, “Now swallow baby.”

You followed his directions, his warm cum coating your throat as you swallowed. 

“Good girl” he cooed as you stuck out your tongue again to show him you did what he asked. 

You giggled and smiled at his praise. 

“Can you hand me the water baby?” you asked, voice raspy after his sudden (but welcome) assault on your throat. 

“This one?” San asked, pointing to the glass on your nightstand. You nodded your head. 

He handed you the glass, and you finished it in a few gulps. “You didn’t leave any for me,” San commented. You looked up at him slightly confused. “Doesn’t matter, I know of something else I’d rather have anyway,”

“Wha…” you were cut off by your boyfriend picking you up and laying you on the bed, his soft lips trailing up your leg towards your sopping cunt.

“You’ve teased me for days sugar, its time I repay the favor,”

Authors Note: I hope ya’ll enjoyed! This is my first time writing anything with the intention of sharing it, and the first time ive written anything period in a long time lol. I really want to start writing more so please let me know if you have any requests!!

[yellowocaballero]

“I’m afraid I must call you out of retirement for a final mission.”

Cold ice shot through Tobi’s chest. Fuck.

Did he know? He couldn’t. If he knew, he wouldn’t show it like this. His visit with T&I would be a lot less cheerful, that’s for sure. Was he prodding Tobi, watching for his reaction? Did Sarutobi honestly think he’d slip up? Tobi was incapable of slipping up. He couldn’t tell the truth with a kunai to his throat at this point.

“What sort of mission is it?” Tobi asked excitedly, ripping open the folder. He held the paper up and slowly mouthed the words on the page, fighting to get through the page. Look at him, he filled out his mission reports in crayon and could barely read. “Mission report…assignment duration, promotion or release…pay…oh, ew…assignment…jounin sensei…”

Tobi trailed off.

Distantly, he heard himself say, “Um. Maybe this is a mistake?”

As promised in last post. Kakashi & Obito roleswap. Barely. It's complicated. Please pay no attention to how many roleswaps I have written. Just ignore it. Do me a favor and do not think about it. OK? Thank you.

Snippet from a much longer, much messier document. This part was the very first part writiten and very much a proof of concept. I'm trying to figure out if I should overhaul the thing and turn this into an actual story, so let me know.

Short beginning scene of Tobito's Wild Ride under the cut.

“Tobi. Thank you for coming.”

Obviously, Tobi didn’t bow or kneel. That wasn’t the sort of person Tobi was. He just grinned broadly, waving so broadly that his body swayed with the motion. “Gramps! Hello! Wow, you’ve gotten old since I’ve seen you!”

Sarutobi chuckled, raising a pipe to his mouth. The pipe - either ‘I’m thinking hard’, ‘I want to pretend I’m thinking hard and giving due consideration to your idea when I don’t really care’, or ‘I’ve already decided and I’m pretending that you have a say in this’. What was the point of the last one? This was a literal military dictatorship. Tobi forgot how exhausting this man could be. 

“It has been a while,” Sarutobi said indulgently. “Since…the T&I incident, I believe?”

Tobi giggled, high and childish. “Inoichi-san got sooo mad. But Tobi said he was real, real, real sorry, so I hope he’s not still mad…oh, no.” Tobi gasped, face falling in desolation. “Is Inoichi-san still mad at me? Oh, Tobi can go apologize again -”

“It’s water under the bridge.” Tobi exhaled gustily, wiping the back of his hand against his brow. It wasn’t his fault Inoichi hated him. Apparently his mind was absolutely impenetrable. Something about constant children’s lullabies just playing full blast in his head. Or songs regarding a specific time of day someplace in the world. “I have to apologize, Tobi. I always feel as if I should keep a better eye on you. There’s never enough time in the day for all of the people we care about. Please forgive me for my inattention to you.”

Manipulative old fuck. Tobi panicked, embarrassed by the attention and affection. He waved his hands quickly, almost jumping up and down. “Gramps! It’s okay! Tobi’s not lonely or sad! He still has Sasuke-chan! Sasuke-chan wasn’t brutally murdered, so Tobi’s A-OK!” Tobi had to tell himself that a lot. Every morning after a nightmare, which meant every morning period. “And I met a really nice old lady yesterday and helped her down the street. She gave me an apple sweet. It was delicious! So there’s nothing to forgive, Gramps!”

“I’m glad,” Sarutobi said warmly. Ugh. Tobi knew objectively that Minato-sensei had tried to imitate that tone, but he still liked to convince himself that Sarutobi was mimicking Minato-sensei. That was a good one, he’d have to use it. “Sasuke-kun is actually why I called you here today.” 

That kid. Tobi sighed. “Tobi is sorry that Tobi cannot control Sasuke-chan. I’ve told him that punching Naruto-kun is bad, but he just doesn’t listen…”

“I’m sure you’ll find a method somehow.” Sarutobi pushed a thin file folder across the desk, and Tobi curiously stepped forward and picked it up. He’d know a file like that anywhere. It was a mission assignment folder. “I’m afraid I must call you out of retirement for a final mission.”

Cold ice shot through Tobi’s chest. Fuck.

Did he know? He couldn’t. If he knew, he wouldn’t show it like this. His visit with T&I would be a lot less cheerful, that’s for sure. Was he prodding Tobi, watching for his reaction? Did Sarutobi honestly think he’d slip up? Tobi was incapable of slipping up. He couldn’t tell the truth with a kunai to his throat at this point.

How did Tobi feel about this? Tobi sure as hell knew how Obito felt - desperately wondering if a T&I visit was in his future. Tobi was scared of the missions, sure. But he was a five year old. How would a five year old react to these things? 

Well. Tobi knew how he would have reacted. He would have sighed and rolled his eyes about yet another mission. Pretty impressive when you were burned out of your career at five years old. He blamed the two month graduation for years before he learned of Rin and Kakashi’s hell and eventually concluded that it could have been worse. At least Tobi was paid for his war zone. 

“A mission?” Tobi gushed. He clenched on the folder far too tightly, like a child clutching a wheezing frog. “I’m going on missions again?” He jumped a little, his usual little show of excitement. Kept his energy up. “Does that mean Gramps isn’t mad at me anymore?”

Tobi carefully snuck a glance up from the folder, checking Sarutobi’s expression. Sarutobi’s face was impassive stone, as usual, but he looked a little worn too. “We were never angry with you.”

Tobi fully looked up, tilting his head and frowning. “Nuh-uh. Tobi remembers. Everybody was so mad at Tobi. Just because his hand slipped…it wasn’t Tobi’s fault.”

“We know,” Sarutobi said gently. “Minato didn’t retire you because he was angry with you. He was only looking out for you.”

Well, Tobi didn’t want to be out of fucking retirement. It was objectively insane to put him on any mission. Tobi had gotten sabotaging every attempt to make him a useful member of society down to a fucking art. He had a shitton of inheritance to blow and a nice long civilian life to blow it on. Maybe he was too stubborn about it - Iruka was definitely convinced that he was the second laziest person in the village and sabotaged his assigned jobs on purpose, which Tobi would have resented if it wasn’t absolutely true - but spite was important. Spite woke him up in the morning. 

The only thing that helped him tolerate this stupid village was his hate for it. Ain’t that just the way.

“What sort of mission is it?” Tobi asked excitedly, ripping open the folder. He held the paper up and slowly mouthed the words on the page, fighting to get through the page. Look at him, he filled out his mission reports in crayon and could barely read. “Mission report…assignment duration, promotion or release…pay…oh, ew…assignment…jounin sensei…”

Tobi trailed off.

Distantly, he heard himself say, “Um. Maybe this is a mistake?”

“Trust me. You’re hardly our first choice.” Finally, they agreed on something. “But you’re the only one in this village with a Sharingan, Tobi. You’re the only one who can teach Sasuke how to use his power.”

“Nuh-uh. Um. This is a mistake. Ha ha.” Tobi ripped the paper from the folder, crumpling it into a ball and tossing it over his shoulder. “Because, um, I can’t use my Sharingan. Did Gramps maybe forget that? Ha ha?”

“But you still remember how to use it. Even if you can’t use it yourself, you can still walk Sasuke-kun through using his.” Sarutobi eyed Tobi knowingly, the dim glowing embers of his pipe reflecting a soft light in his eyes. “You were once a genius with the Sharingan, Tobi. They said you were the best since Madara.”

Yeah! Yeah, they did say that, old man! That was the whole fucking problem!

Mention of the Sharingan or Tobi’s old talents always upset him, so this was a great springboard into nipping this in the bud. He’d throw a hissy fit if he had to. Tobi had killer hissy fits. That was how Sasuke was given a seat as head of house in the Clan Council. Tobi’s wail could pierce eardrums and Sasuke had deserved that fucking seat. 

“Tobi doesn’t like the Sharingan anymore!” Tobi exclaimed. “Tobi wants to help Sasuke-chan, Gramps, cross Tobi’s heart! But Tobi doesn’t like the Sharingan and the Sharingan don’t like Tobi. And that’s just the truth.” Tobi crossed his arms, sniffling and scrunching his nose. “And don’t say what you’re gonna say. Tobi knows what’s up. Minato-sensei’s little boy is on that team too, isn’t he?”

He absolutely was. Tobi had speed-read the entire document while he was reading it out loud. But even the remnant of Obito’s genius was still considerable, and Tobi’s moments of keen insight were useful for pushing the enemy into a corner. 

“I thought you might appreciate the chance to look after your sensei’s son,” Sarutobi said mildly, removing a silver lighter from his pocket. Engraved, a gift from Biwako. Was that on purpose? A mind game on Tobi, an unconscious memory on his part, or a purposeful evocation of a memory just for him? Was he trying to remind Tobi of something or corner Obito? Damn this man. “Help him like your sensei helped you.”

The really great thing about Tobi was that he could get away with saying this. It was only to the left of cathartic, but at least it was in the zone. “I’m not stupid, Gramps!” Tobi yelled. The ANBU in the corners twitched, but when Sarutobi’s fingernail clicked on the silver lighter they subsided. “You’re giving Minato-sensei and Kushina-neechan’s little baby and his fox to the last Sharingan because you want the Sharingan to eat the Fox! Why are you doing what you want when you know it won’t work? Tobi’s tried, he can’t - he can’t, Gramps.”

It wasn’t the sort of thing any self-respecting Uchiha would admit. Half of them would kill themselves if they lost their Sharingan. Uchiha Obito, whose Sharingan was the pride and joy of the clan - who was the Uchiha’s Uchiha before Itachi-kun was even a twinkle in his mother’s eye - would never abandon his one point of value. 

And everybody knew how prideful the Uchiha were. There was no Uchiha alive who would pretend to be Tobi. Could you imagine? What Uchiha would humiliate themselves like this with a goofy smile on their face? A regular human being could barely do it. An Uchiha? Forget it. Impossible.

But Kushina-neechan’s favorite shinobi was always the most surprising of all. And Obito cared about that more than all the rest. 

The only ninja who would have ferreted him out was Kakashi. Kakashi and his dopey, stupid smile. His ridiculous porn books and his clumsy pratfalls. His laziness, lateness, and utter underachiever lifestyle. Only Kakashi ever said those words, with a wink and a smile: a true shinobi looked underneath the underneath. So save your energy and watch the clouds with me, Uchiha-kun. No? Maybe next time…

The next time never came. Being a good Uchiha had always meant something, and the useless son of a disgraced clan meant nothing at all. Nothing to anybody but Minato and Kushina and Rin and Obito.

“You’re better than nothing.” In that second, Sarutobi really did look very tired. He didn’t look like he was lying at all. “You’re the best we have, Tobi.”

Tobi was silent. Sarutobi knew it wasn’t much of a compliment. Even somebody like Tobi would know that. 

“As a favor to Sasuke-kun and Naruto-kun,” Sarutobi said, “and as a favor to me. Please give these children the help you can. Don’t worry - I’ll ask the other jounin to pitch in and help.” 

Tobi lowered his voice, and he allowed his tone to grow a little more serious. “I’m not strong. I’m not good at molding chakra and I haven’t really fought anyone in a long time. I can’t protect the children.” 

“We’ll be careful,” Sarutobi allowed. But there was something in his eye… “You may be rusty, but I doubt you’re out of the ring yet. Have a little faith in yourself.” The look in his eyes glinted and grew, and for the first time he stared right at Tobi. “You did hold your own against Uchiha Itachi.”

They stared at each other for a long second, two. A little too late, Tobi laughed and scrubbed the back of his neck. “Silly Gramps! I said a billion times. Tobi hid. I don’t think Itachi-kun thought it was worth it to kill me…I don’t think Itachi-kun ever thought I was a real Uchiha. But we’ve showed him, huh?” Tobi grinned, jabbing a finger at his chest. “Now there’s three whole Uchiha in the whole wide world! One third’s a serial killer, one third’s twelve, and one third is…drumroll please…Tobi! Konoha’s in good hands, ne?”

Tobi smiled at the man who ordered Uchiha Itachi to kill their entire family.

Sarutobi smiled back at the man who was currently pulling the most intricate and improbable lying campaign in a village of ninjas. In Obito’s defense, it was to save his own life. Sarutobi had murdered his family to - well, save the village, but Tobi didn’t have to like it. 

“Thank you for accepting the mission. I trust you’ll do splendidly.”

“Uh. Tobi didn’t -”

“The children ought to be waiting for you in the schoolroom at 1000 hours. You ought to head over - I expect you’re already late.”

Tobi squealed, looking at the unwound watch on his wrist and slapping his head. “Oh no! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late! Bye, Gramps! You promise-promise to get back-up for Tobi, right?”

Pleasantly, Sarutobi said, “I would not trust you alone with those children, no.”

“Yay! Okay, gotta goooo!”

When he left Sarutobi’s office, he was about ten minutes late to his meeting with the children. By the time he arrived at the school he was over an hour late. Lost on the road of life and all that. It didn’t matter - venting about this ridiculousness to Kakashi was way more important than meeting the brats on time.

This would be a disaster. There was no way this would end well. Tobi was a brain damaged, traumatized moron who couldn’t use his one skill and who hadn’t been on active duty since he whoopsie-daisy’d his sword into his best friend’s heart. If Sarutobi didn’t keep up his promise and drag in the other jounin to take up his slack then he’d riot. Did he want Tobi to do work? Tobi? He had resigned from capitalism and the military industrial complex. Pulling him into this shit again - as if he hadn’t suffered enough -

As if Sasuke and Naruto hadn’t. Maybe one of Sarutobi’s stupid-ass motivations was because he knew that only Tobi would be nice to Sasuke and Naruto. Damn Naruto especially. For that, at least…if only as a favor to Minato-sensei…

To make up for it…maybe a little bit of real work would be the least he could do.

Ugh. Hopefully not that much.

Tobi finally touched down at the school, following the Academy hallways to Sasuke’s classroom by route memory. He dropped off Sasuke’s lunch a lot. It embarrassed him so much. It was classic.

Tobi walked into the classroom and allowed a large basket of glitter to fall on top of his head.

A peal of laughter squealed throughout the room, and Tobi opened his eyes to see Uzumaki Naruto clutching his sides and laughing his ass off. Quite rudely, Sasuke had his feet propped up on a desk. That third girl was sitting primly in her seat, terrified. 

“What an idiot! Our new sensei actually fell for - wait.” Naruto straightened, squinting at Tobi. He yelled, jabbing a finger at him. “Hey! Number Two Ramen Fan! What the hell are you doing here?”

Sasuke almost fell out of his seat. He scrambled to his feet, panicked in his special Sasuke way - that was, eyes a little wider than usual. “Tobi? Did I forget my lunch?”

“Um?” Sakura Haruno hunched her shoulders in her seat, picking at the corner of a scroll. “Uchiha Obito’s our sensei. I thought you knew. Did you…not know?”

“Is this a joke?” Sasuke cried. “Who the hell thought this was funny? Tobi couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag! If they’re bullying us again, I swear to god I’ll strangle whoever -”

“Whoah,” Naruto cried, impressed. “Violent!”

“Everybody’s always bullying Tobi,” Sasuke snapped. “I’m an Uchiha. What sort of Uchiha would I be if I tolerated that?”

Glitter dripped down Tobi’s hair and sprinkled onto his clothing. He smiled, big and bright, and clapped his hands together. Sasuke was groaning, but Naruto and Sakura just leaned in closer - caught in a morbid curiosity, desperate to meet their own fate. Signed and sealed. “Tobi’s first impression of you all is…you’re so funny! Tobi likes you!”

The kids paled. 

[sundrop-writes]

(Un)Intimidated

Derek Hale x POTSie!GN!Reader Blurb

Word Count: 600

Sundrop's Main Masterlist

Warnings: the reader is gender neutral - the only pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; mentions of the reader having a 'girly' room (elements of pink and having stuffed animals); the reader has POTS - it is the main 'plot' of the fic (Derek can hear the reader's heartbeat). This is mostly just very self indulgent fluff.

A/N: So - again, I am on hiatus. But self indulgent fic ideas are getting to me. If you follow my main blog then you saw this one coming. Originally, my idea was to write something about Derek listening to the reader's heartbeat and catching them before they faint, but this fic is what happened when I started typing. Maybe I will write the other idea sometime, idk. Also, shoutout to the fact that I was writing this while having chest pains due to POTS. Wild

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You had been assigned to ‘babysit’ Derek. 

What a glamorous role: sitting in your bedroom with a man on the run from the law (only because Scott had publicly (wrongfully) accused him of murder). 

When you first met Derek Hale, you had been intimidated by him. It was impossible not to be. He was more than six feet tall and impossibly broad - a giant wall of muscle that could have ripped you apart in seconds if he wanted to. But soon, you came to realize that he was… softer than other people gave him credit for. He had lost his entire family, and he was alone in the world. Of course he protected himself from that loneliness with bitterness and anger. But you saw glimpses of something else beneath. 

Especially now, when he was sitting in your bedroom on your pink beanbag chair, among a pile of stuffed animals, reading a YA romance novel that you had given him to entertain himself - he was almost… cute. 

He let out a gentle huff, seemingly frustrated, and you wondered if he had gotten caught up in the plot of the book - which would have been entirely amusing. 

“You okay?” You asked, putting down the pen you had been using to doodle with in your journal, giving him your full attention. “I can get us a snack or something if-” 

“Look, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, so lowly that you almost didn’t catch the words. 

“What?” You gaped, wondering if you had misheard him. 

“I said: I’m sorry.” He repeated himself, slowly and a bit louder. 

Unfortunately this confused you even further. 

“What for?” You asked, moving to the edge of your bed and putting your feet on the floor, directing even more of your attention toward him. 

“I know Scott and Stiles are making you stay with me, but you don’t have to stay here if you’re going to be… scared.” He explained slowly, quietly, choosing his words carefully. “I know I’m not exactly the friendliest person-” 

“‘Scared’?” You repeated his own words back to him, unsure of what he meant. “Why do you think I’m scared?” 

“Your heart has been racing for the past hour - ever since I arrived.” He explained. “I know you must be afraid of me-” 

You let out a gentle laugh, shaking your head. 

It was Derek’s turn to be confused now. 

“I - I forgot that werewolves can do that.” You told him, putting a hand to your chest and feeling your own rapid heartbeat. “Scott told me, but…” You trailed off, and then you switched to a different line of thought completely. 

“I’m not scared of you.” You announced, entirely firm. 

With your heart thumping at the exact same rapid pace, Derek couldn’t tell if this was a lie or not. 

“But-” He tried to argue, and you cut him off. 

“I have a medical condition.” You explained. 

He looked at you with curiosity, and you continued. 

“It’s called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. It means that my entire nervous system is whack - and my heart speeds up or slows down when it’s not supposed to. Because the part of my brain that controls my heart rate is… broken. It also causes me to faint. Way too often.” 

Derek hated to hear you speak of yourself as ‘broken’, because he saw you as such a kind, perfect person. But he chose not to say anything about it. 

A hint of sadness, pity, drifted across Derek’s features - anybody else would have missed it, but since meeting him, you had focused on seeing beneath the surface of his bruteness, and you had started picking up on everything more than the toughness he projected. 

“Do you… need to go to a hospital?” He asked, concerned about the fact that your heart had been racing for more than an hour now. 

“No.” You assured him. “It’s like this all the time. I just need a lot of water - and rest.” 

He nodded. 

“So - you’re not afraid of me?” He confirmed gently. 

“No.” You nodded. “You’re really not that scary.” 

You flopped back onto the bed in order to lay down, but you didn’t miss the tiny uptick at the corner of his mouth - the small flash of a smile that he gave you at these words.

[nyrasbloodyclover]

leave it to me (peter maximoff x mutant!reader)

a/n: i forgot i wrote this last summer so here you go! it's literally just flirting + fluff

I layed in my room and watched the fan on my ceiling spin for the last 54 minutes. I wanted to rip my head open and take out my brain. I had so many things to do that i actually didn't know where to start. My room was a fucking mess, piles of clothes were everywhere. I had to sort out my thoughts after getting off the phone call with my mom. (It wasn't pleasant.) I had to get dressed since i was still laying in my underwear and black top. I was exhausted, because I couldn't sleep at all. Oh and i didn't do my homework, so Charles won't be happy about it.

But instead of doing any of that, i counted minutes and stared at the ceiling. Like a fucking genius. My powers were also occupying me— blue stripes sliding down my arms and floating around. They weren't completely useless in this situation—I could use my telekinesis to clean my room, but I was too lazy to even do that. 

Nobody checked on me, which was kind of a relief at first, but now...I wanted somebody to help me. I had so many things to do I was beggining to think it's impossible.

"Open the dooooor," I heard distant voice from the other side. It was Peter. "You've been there for hours, come onnnn!"

Hours? That can't be possible. "I can't get uuuppppp," I returned in the same tone, smile spreading across my face. I loved being in his presence and I wanted nothing more than to open the fucking door, but there was a problem. 

I didn't want him to see this mess.

"Use your powers, stupid." He shouted. 

"Uhhh, I'm naked." I lied unsuccessfully. God, I'm so miserable.

"Now, that was just horrible." And he bursted through the doors. Despite not being fully naked I mentally slapped myself for not at least putting some clothes on. My head was hanging from the bed and i was looking at him upside down.

His eyes were filled with amusement, scanning my current position. I'd probably laugh at myself too.

"What's the problem here?" Then he added, "Besides the obvious..."

I thought I might cry. My eyes were burning. "God, I think I'm the worst student here." I put my hands over my face. "Look at this mess!" I showed around the room.

Worry covered his features ,"Hey, hey, hey! You're not the worst student. Here, I'll help you."

I wanted to hug him so bad. He was the sweetest person I've ever met, truly. But I still felt bad for not doing anything.

I wanted to get up, and help him, but he put his hands on my shoulders, "Leave it to me. Now watch."

Before I even got a chance to protest, he started cleaning everything up.

And for the next 5 seconds I watched him use his super speed, going from one corner to another, putting everything back in it's place. It was really something else.

My room was finally clean. Oh my God I could burst into tears. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I jumped from the bed and threw myself at him, hugging him like my life depended on it. He chuckled and hugged me back. 

He whispered, " Now I wish i could also run through your mind, 'cause I know something's bothering you, but unfortunately, I can't." Even that made me smile. 

"It's okay. My room being normal again is enough." I broke the hug, taking my papers that were due tomorrow. "I should probably get to—"

"Oh and I forgot to mention, while I was walking around, I accidentally heard Professor say something about this specific assignment..." He explained, taking the papers from me. Was he sent here to take care of my problems? I really wanted to know.

"No way. What's in it for you?" I asked suspiciously.

"I am in your room. I am talking to you. And you're asking what's in it for me?" He raised his eyebrows and I felt my neck burning. 

"Well if i'm such a prize, you should come here more often." I meant it in a joking way, but it just sounded...wrong.

He smiled, "Oh, I will, don't worry." 

[guinea-pig16]

Something Better || Chapter 2: Familiar Grounds

Ghost x Reader x Soap

Fic is below the cut, please read Chapter 1 first if you haven't!! Please enjoy !!!

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Word Count: 4,500+

Warnings: guns and gunfire

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You stared at yourself in the mirror. Goddamn. You couldn’t remember the last time you looked at yourself. You looked like hell.

You had dark bags under your eyes from sleepless nights, your skin had a sickly tone due to lack of time outside and inconsistent meals, your once muscular arms had gone soft due to inactivity, and your eyes that once sparkled with life were dim and lackluster. You ran a hand through your hair, letting out a long sigh. You had a lot of work to do.

You called Laswell the next day, accepting the position. You could hear the smile on her face as she explained the next steps. As soon as you had completed your recovery, you would be under her jurisdiction for the next few months as she showed you the ropes. Then, you would be assigned a task force. Now, all you had to do was recover. Easy enough.

It was in fact, not easy. You thought bootcamp as tough, but this was just downright torture. Everyday, your nurses would push and bend your leg in a new, painful way. But you would show up everyday bright and early, eager for more. And every night you would collapse into bed, exhausted, your mind too tired to plague you with nightmares.

You got yourself to begin eating more, making sure to leave your plate practically spotless. Your nurse openly cried in front of you when she saw your clean plate.

Slowly but surely, your stamina was returning as well as your muscle definition. You were able to walk further everyday without assistance from a cane or a nurse, though you still had a noticeable limp. But eventually, you would have to resort to using your cane, though you wouldn’t admit it.

Two months pass, and your doctors declare that you’ve completed your recovery. The nurses who have been with you since day one decided to throw you a small party to celebrate, bringing in plates of snacks and drinks. You were happy to see them look at you without pity and sympathy, just joy and pride. The party was full of laughter and smiles, and occasionally a few tears. Especially from your personal nurse, who practically saw you as her child. Then, the day came for you to be discharged from the hospital.

“Now, just remember sweetie… I’ll always… I’ll always be here for you.” Her eyes well with tears once again and she chokes down a sob. You smile gently and nod. She breaks down and wraps you into a bone-crushing hug, being mindful of your lower back and leg. You awkwardly pat her back. She fans her eyes and takes a deep breath, before returning to helping you pack your few things. You walk out of your room, a content smile gracing your face. A different nurse walks with you to outpatient, as yours is currently being consoled by the others. You give her a grin and a wave goodbye, causing her to break down once again.

The nurse walks you to outpatient and you see Laswell waiting outside, leaning against her car. The nurse gives you a small hug and wishes you well. You thank her and return the thought, before turning and leaving the hospital for the first time in months. You take one step outside, and breathe in the fresh air. You take another step and-

“AH!” You cry out, a sharp, searing pain rips through your right leg. You would have collapsed to the ground if Laswell hadn’t caught you. And then you realized something. You forgot your fucking cane.

“You alright there, L/N?” Laswell asks, helping you stand up straight. You hiss through your teeth as your thigh begins to spasm painfully.

“...Yeah… Forgot my damn cane…” You mumble, slightly embarrassed. Right after those words leave your mouth, your nurse comes running out the doors, clutching your cane.

“I can’t believe you! Trying to leave without your cane! You should know better!” She chastises. You just have to stand there, clutching your returned cane, as your nurse chews you a new one. Laswell stands behind you, a small amused grin on her face. Eventually she calms down, and gives you another hug and kiss on the cheek. 

“Be careful dear. I better not see you here again unless it’s to visit, alright?” You roll your eyes slightly and smile.

“Yes ma’am. Take care now.” You wave goodbye as Laswell opens the passenger side door for you. You see her hand move to take your cane for you, but stops herself. She rounds the car and gets in on the driver’s side as you tuck your cane next to your seat and pull yourself in. You throw your small bag of belongings in the back seat and buckle. Laswell takes off the emergency break.

“You ready to begin, L/N?” She says, turning her head towards you. Eyes full of determination, you nod. She smiles. “Alright. Let’s get started.”

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 From that moment on, you spent nearly every single day by Laswell’s side. She assigned you classes to take, mission logs to read, training simulators, she even brought you to mission debriefs. She watched your progress closely, praising you when you completed an assignment, and correcting you where you messed up. After four months of training, she finally decided you were ready for your first official assignment.

“You’ll be assigned to one of our low stakes task forces to start off with. If you do well, you’ll be moved to higher stake task forces. Got it?” You gave Laswell a curt nod, taking in each and every word she said. You two were on your way to meet with the general to get your first mission before you met with the task force. Your cane hung around your arm. You didn’t want the general or the task force seeing you walking with it, even if you did have a noticeable limp.

The two of you reach the general’s office door. “Now, General Evans is just going to state the mission, it will be up to you to figure out how to accomplish it.” Laswell said, looking at you. You nodded in response. She gave you a nod back and knocked on the door.

“Enter.” Said the voice from inside. Laswell opened the door and the two of you stepped inside. General Evans was standing in front of his window, looking outside. He turned once the door closed and gave you both a smile. You straightened and saluted him, slightly hiding your cane behind your back.

“At ease, you must be Officer L/N, the retired vet, right?” General Evans stuck his hand out. You took it and he gave you a firm handshake.

“Yes, sir.” You replied. He smiled at you and gestured for the two of you to sit at the chairs in front of his desk. He took his place behind his desk and laced his fingers together.

“Alright, so, we’ve got some important intel at one of our bases in the Bahamas, but a local terrorist group has invaded it and claimed it as their own. So we’re sending task force 125 in to infiltrate and reclaim the base. It should be easy enough, the group isn’t large and won’t have the same gun power we have.” He explained. You listened intently, mind swimming with strategies and plans. You could see Laswell watching you out of the corner of your eye.

“Got all that, officer?” You nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, I expect this to be resolved by 0800 Friday. Dismissed.” You nod and stand, saluting the general once more before you and Laswell leave. Once outside the office, your leg trembles and you finally resort to using your cane for support. Laswell glances at you, but doesn’t say a word.

“Right, let’s go meet the task force.”She says. You nod and both take off down the hall, albeit slower than you would have liked due to your limp. The two of you head to the training room of the base. As you approach the door, you lean your cane against the wall and walk in without it. Laswell hesitates a moment, looking at your cane. But you’re already through the door.

There’s only one group in the training room today, that being task force 125. As you enter, you see the captain stop and look at you. He motions for his men to stop as well. You see that the team is decently sized, about 10 people including the captain. Laswell steps in behind you and stands at your side, arms behind her back.

“Well, you must be our new strategist, right?” The captain approaches you, almost sizing you up. He notes your posture, how you lean all your weight on your left leg. You think you hear him let out a huff. You straighten your back, much to its discomfort, and stick out your hand.

“Officer Y/N L/N. You must be Captain Fischer, or am I mistaken?” You say, eyes boring into his own. He hesitates slightly, before gripping your hand tightly and shaking it.

“...That I am. And behind me are my men. Get over here, boys!” Fischer turns his head and yells. His troop kind of awkwardly walks forward, and a handful salute you and Laswell. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Laswell’s eyes slightly narrow. 

“Alright, here we have Privates Bradley, George, Stephenson, White, Foster, and Woods. Then it's Corporals Park, Garner, and Pittman. You got that, officer?” Captain Fischer says, a slight snark in his tone. You nod.

You know exactly what this team is like by just looking at them. During your years of service, you’ve encountered people like them before. They’re young, reckless, and think themselves unkillable. They’re egos are high because they’ve been placed in a task force. Little do they know, their task force is just the clean up crew. Compared to you, they’re just a bunch of rookies. But you know that you have to start somewhere in order to move up.

“Pleasure to meet you all. Now, let’s get started shall we?” You say, hands behind your back. You explain the mission to the team, word for word, exactly how General Evans gave it to you. You notice that they halfway listen, a couple of the privates eyeing you up and down. 

“This mission should be easy in and out. I’ll have the plans ready by,” You glance down at your watch. “0200 this afternoon. By then, I expect you to be ready for debrief and packed for the plane that leaves by 0700. Copy?” You saw the Captain’s eyes roll slightly. But you didn’t let it bother you. You saw Laswell slightly smile next to you.

“Copy that. We’ll be waiting.” He says. You nod, and dismiss the team. They shamble away, glancing at each other, chuckling. You let out a breath you were holding and grit your teeth. Your leg had been throbbing the entire time, but you didn’t let it show. Laswell nudged your side. You looked over. She was holding out your cane to you.

You stood there for a second, then took it, gratefully leaning on it for support. “Thanks.” You say. When had she grabbed it for you?

“No worries. Now, let’s get you the intel you need for the mission.” And with that, you two took off back down the hall.

You spent the morning planning how the mission would go, considering every countermove, attack, even what the weather would be like. You double, triple, quadruple checked the intel you received, making sure it was 100% accurate. You wanted to prove yourself to Laswell and make sure this mission went smooth as butter.

Exactly at 0200, you met back with the task force. Though, you had to wait about 10 minutes longer for the entire team to show up. You went over the plans with them, detailing where they would infiltrate, where the intel was located, and where the enemies would be located. They half listened, occasionally yawning loudly. You ignored them. At least it wasn’t your ass going on the mission.

Later that day, Laswell walked with you to the black top to put you on the plane. Task force 125 was surprisingly on time and packing their things into the plane. You saw the captain look you up and down, taking in your cane, and whisper something to one of the corporals, smirking. You once again, ignored it. You and Laswell stopped in front of the plane.

She turned to you. “Alright, L/N. This is your first mission. Don’t mess it up now, understand?” You nodded. She patted you gently on the shoulder. Her eyes softened. “You’ve done good so far, now’s your chance to prove yourself, got it?” You gave her a smile, and nodded again. She glanced at the task force and back to you, then leaned down next to your ear. “Try not to let them bother you that much, they’re just a bunch of idiot rookies.” She whispered. You chuckled slightly.

“You got it, Laswell.” You said, a smile on your face. She returned the smile and patted your shoulder again.

“See you in a couple days, officer.” She said. You saluted her and she walked back into the base.

You took in a deep breath, and walked onto the plane, clutching your bag, cane clacking against the ground. You could see the soldiers eyeing you from the corner of your eye. You tried not to let the embarrassment build up in your gut.

The engines rumbled to life as you and the task force settled down. And the plane took off into the sunset. You hoped to God this mission would go as planned.

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“Fischer, what’s your status?” You said into the microphone, watching the body cam feed intently. You had landed in the Bahamas just a few hours ago, but there was no time for rest and relaxation, much to the team’s dismay. It was just past midnight, and you had shoved their asses right out into the field. You knew night missions tended to go smoother, as the enemy wouldn’t be expecting it. At least, from your experience they didn’t.

“Tired as hell, but moving forward.” He responded, a snarky tone to his voice. 

“Copy that, keep proceeding, you’re about 1 click away from the base. Keep low to the ground, there’s a chance for night guards.” You said into the mic. Fischer grunted in response. You shuffled around the various screens, looking over your people’s shoulders. When you arrived, you were given a small team to help you monitor the task force’s radios and cameras. You listened to the idle chatter over the radios between the team’s members.

“Officer L/N, we’ve got visuals on the base.” Said a member of your group. You went over to him and looked at the camera. Private Stephenson had been the first to approach the base.

“Private, we’ve got a visual on the base, keep low and keep an eye out for guards.” You said to him. You heard him sigh.

“I’ve got it.” He replied, before inching closer to the building. You furrowed your brows. What the hell is he doing?

“Private, stand by, wait for the others to arrive.”

“I said I’ve got it. This shit’s easy as hell, I’ll be in and out, 2 minutes top.” Stephenson said.

You frowned and were about to start to order him to wait again, when you saw a glint of metal from his camera.

“Stephenson, get to the ground. Now.” You said, eyes fixed on the sniper rifle that was steadily aiming for his head.

“What, why?”

The rifle stopped, and you knew what was about to happen.

“Get on the fucking ground, NOW!” You yelled. Stephenson hesitated slightly, but dropped to the ground right as bullets whizzed past his head. You gritted your teeth. The fucking idiot just alerted the base to their presence. 

“Goddammit Stephenson, you just let the whole base know you’re here.” You grumbled on the radio. He said something back, but you had already switched back to Fischer’s channel.

“Keep to the trees, Stephenson was kind enough to let the group know you were coming. Expect more targets to leave the base. They’ll be looking for you.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose. Bunch of idiots… Your team was never like this… You stopped that train of thought before it could continue.

“Roger that.” Replied Fischer. You watched as the team slowly approached the edge of the treeline, a couple retrieving Stephenson from the edge. You and the team watched carefully as members from the terrorist group exited the building, just like you said, looking around. You scoffed slightly at their weapons. General Evans was right, they wouldn’t stand a chance against what you had. But they had the advantage now of expecting the team, and you could tell they weren’t going to be scared off easily.

“Let’s just go in, guns blazing.” Said Corporal Garner.

“Negative, they’re expecting you now, you’ve lost the element of surprise. They’re weapons may not be the best, but they have the advantage right now. Remember, they outnumber you, it’s 10 against 20. Best course of action is to lure a handful into the woods and take them out.” You said, watching the targets scan the treeline.

Fischer scoffs. “Please, we’re better trained than them, we can take them.” You see him get ready to charge, along with the others. You grit your teeth, and your team looks at you with apprehensive eyes.

“Do. Not. Engage. You’re going to get your shit rocked. Lure a handful of them into the woods and take them out with your knives.” You say, attempting to keep your cool.

Fischer straight ignores you. You hold your head in your hands as you watch them charge out into the open. Gunshots echo through the radios and you watch the screens, your face set into a deep scowl. Just as you said, the team is quickly overwhelmed and are forced to take cover behind a couple fallen trees.

“Captain, we’re taking on too much fire! What do we do?” Yells Corporal Park. You stand there, waiting for Captain Fischer to respond. He doesn’t, and in the silence you can tell he’s panicked as hell.

“Captain. I’m going to say this slowly so it gets through your thick fucking skull. Throw one of your smoke bombs at the targets. Once the smoke has filled the area, you, Park, Garner, and Pittman charge and take down as many targets as you can with your knives. Do not use your guns, they’ll be able to see the flash and hear the sound, alerting them to your location. Before the smoke clears, enter the building and have the rest of the team shoot down the rest of the targets. Retreive the intel and get your fucking asses back to base. Copy?” You say, voice low. You couldn’t help but let some of the venom enter your voice as you spoke. Your team was looking at you apprehensively. 

Fischer was silent for a moment. “Roger that.” 

“Good. Now begin.” You replied. You watched as he executed your plan. He threw the smoke bomb, and as soon as smoke filled the area, he, Park, Garner, and Pittman jumped over the fallen tree and sliced down at least half of the targets. They slipped through the open door and Fischer motioned for the others to begin shooting. Gunshots rang out through the night air as they stepped through the base. 

“Keep your guns up, the base could still have targets inside.” You say through the radios. Fischer, Pittman, Garner, and Park reply with a curt ‘Copy’. Right after they replied, a terrorist jumped into the hall with a gun, but was quickly shot. They inch down the hall, towards the intel room. Finally, they entered and quickly found the intel you were looking for.

“Good. Now get your asses back here.” You say. You get a quick ‘Roger that’, and watch as they exit the building. The rest of the team have already taken care of the targets, their bodies splayed out on the ground. You huff and take off your headset. You gently set it onto the table, an attempt to appear you’ve kept your cool. But you and your team both know that it’s just a ruse. You were fucking pissed.

Your boots clamped on the ground, your cane clacking angrily on the concrete floor as you tore down the hallway, people quickly getting out of your way as you rushed past them. Your right leg was screaming at you for the harsh speed, but you didn’t care. You had a score to settle. 

You arrived outside right as the task force returned. They looked nervous and as soon as they saw your figure striding towards them, scared. Captain Fischer stepped forward, mouth open to speak. The only sound he let out was a small cry as you hooked your cane around his knee and tugged, causing him to fall. You grabbed his collar before he hit the ground, getting him down to your level. You brought your face close to his.

“Listen here you ignorant, egotistical prick. I don’t give two fucking shits if you like me or not, but you do not ignore a direct order, do you understand me?” You savored the fear in his eyes. He swallowed and gave you a single nod. You loosened the grip on his collar and let him fall to his knees. You glared at the team around you, they shrunk under your gaze.

“You all could have died tonight because you decided you were more intelligent and experienced than me. You’re fucking lucky I didn’t leave you all out to dry out there. I know you think you’re better than me because you’re faster, stronger. But let me tell you something.” You leaned forward, your voice low. “You disobey an order again, and I’ll fuck you up so bad they won’t know which side is your ass and which is your head. Am I clear?” The team hesitated a moment and let out mumbles of ‘yes’s and ‘okay’s. You scowled once again.

“When I say, ‘Am I clear?’ I expect a fucking ‘Yes, Officer.’ Now, once again, AM I CLEAR SOLDIERS!?” You yelled, posture straight, feet apart, arms behind your back. The team stands stiff as boards, and salute.

“YES, OFFICER!” They yelled in unison. You sigh, looking at all of them. You hold out a hand to the Captain, who’s still kneeling. He hesitantly takes it and you pull him to his feet.

“Good, now get the hell out of my face. We’re leaving by 0900 so get some rest.” They scurry away, the Captain hesitating slightly, looking at you, before he ran off. Once they’re gone, you let out a gasp and clutch your right leg. It was killing you the entire time, but the anger had thankfully sheltered you from the pain. For a bit at least. You hobbled back inside and made your way to your assigned quarters. 

You closed your door and leaned against it, savoring the darkness of your room. You had a headache coming on, and you were thinking about the mission. You pulled out your phone and texted Laswell.

You put your phone back into your pocket, not expecting a response. You shambled over to your bed and collapsed in it, exhausted. You weren’t going to worry about changing. Your eyes began to drift close, when you felt a buzz. You quickly pulled out your phone again.

You smiled at your phone. Setting it on your nightstand, you rolled over and pulled your blankets up to your chin. Letting out a sigh, you drifted off to sleep.

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After that mission, task force 125 treated you with respect. They executed every order you gave them as effortlessly as possible, and listened intently to your debriefs. You worked with them for about 2 months, before Laswell transfers you to another task force. You’re surprised when the team wishes you well, Captain Fischer giving you a hearty handshake as a goodbye. 

For the next 6 months, you bounce between task forces, each one providing a new and more intense challenge from the last. You plan, strategise, and give orders effortlessly. You’ve had no casualties in any of the teams you’ve worked with. You began to develop a sort of reputation as this incredible strategist, the one who got things done without losing men. Eventually, you developed a codename, Harbinger. 

Even with your reputation, you still couldn’t escape the judgemental gazes of the teams you worked with. Their eyes would immediately be drawn to your cane, to your limp. You could tell they wanted to ask, but no one ever did. You never gave them the chance.

One day, as you wrapped up a mission with your latest task force, 326, Laswell entered the intel room where you were monitoring the team's return. 

“Oh, Laswell, nice to see you. What are you doing here?” You ask, turning away from the screens. She came to your side, and you saw her clutching a folder. She smiled at you and handed over the folder. You gave her a curious look, and opened the folder. Inside were four documents. You skimmed through them. They were files of the soldiers, John Price, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, John ‘Soap’ Mactavish, and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Your eyes widened slightly. These were the members of task force 141. You looked back at Laswell, who was smiling.

“You’re being transferred to task force 141 with me, L/N. This is your last mission with 326. Tomorrow we’re flying over to Greece where they’re stationed to meet them.” She said. Your jaw dropped. You’re going to be task force 141’s strategist, along with Laswell. The task force 141. You’ve heard the rumors about them, about their strength, resilience, and teamwork. They all moved together as one, and were considered unstoppable. You’d heard what they did with the Hassan mission. You studied their debriefs intently. And you were about to meet them. 

“Are… Are you serious? Do you think I’m ready?” You ask. As excited as you are to work with such a strong team, you can’t help but feel a bit apprehensive. Are you skilled enough to be trusted with the lives of these soldiers?

“I’m certain of it. This is what I’ve been training you to do, remember? Since day one I’ve been wanting you on the team, but the higher ups wanted to be certain you were ready. You’ve proven to be more than skilled enough to work with task force 141.” Laswell says, smiling at you. You look back at the folder in your hands, thinking.

You look back at Laswell, determination present in your eyes. “What time do we leave?” 

She smiles.

“That’s more like it.”

You hand her back the folder, and the two of you leave the room. You can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings to the table.

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Hiiii !!! I wanted to thank yall for your support of this series !!! Ive never had so much fun writing something before !!! Next chapter we'll see our task force 141 boys!!! Have a wonderful day !!! Ciao !!! <3

XOXOXOXOX <3

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@sucka2me @deltottoro 

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I FIGURED OUT THE THING-

Anyways, may I request a Draken x skateboarder male reader? Specifically a fluff fic please!

I do hope you enjoy~!

Title: Drinks for Two

Characters: Draken x Skateboarder!m!Reader

Contains: fluff <3

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (This may not be smut, but I still want the above to be followed)

Reblogs > likes

"Yo! Kenny~!"

Rolling up to Draken, who was sitting on a park bench with his phone, you slowly looped around him, maintaining perfect balance on your skateboard despite your hands in your pockets as you faced him with a dopey grin. You had to turn forward to gently kick up for speed, but you kept the trick going. "Fancy seeing you here~"

"I texted you," Draken chuckled, sliding his phone away as he carefully watched your dizzying trick. "You even responded to it."

"Oohhh right!" You stopped your board, taking your phone out as if you genuinely forgot. "I did!"

With a huffed chuckle, Draken stood up, hands in his pockets as you stopped in front of him on your board. "So, ready to go?"

You stepped off your board, kicking it up into your hand as you confirmed. "All set!"

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The coffee shop was bustling, but that didn't stop you two from getting your coffees and sitting outside in the spring weather. The two of you discussed different things, from Draken informing you of how Mikey has been, to you telling of a dream where your favorite fictional character stole your cup ramen while you weren't looking.

The two of you had been quite busy since your last date, with Draken helping Mikey with the gang and you focused on your college studies, you two had at least agreed to put time aside today to have a lunch date starting with coffee.

"So how are those studies?" Draken asked, sipping his slightly sweetend beverage.

After taking a sip of your drink, you groaned, sitting back in your seat. "I have an assignment due online in a couple days, but I swear that teacher didn't cover any of those questions in class! He gave us one formula to use, but the assignment has something else completely!"

Draken chuckled, looking over at you with a smile. "Can't you just search those questions? I heard there's websites that the teachers actually rip from."

It was like you were given the grace of God herself, sitting up faster than you slouched back. "You're kidding..."

"Nope. I've heard if you put the question into a search engine, usually the first two results or so should take you to a site where the whole assignment is. They should have the answers on them, and some should show the work so you should be able to copy from that if you really need to."

Dramtically, you placed your torso on the table arms extended as if you were bowing, careful to avoid your coffee. "I owe you my education." Draken couldn't help but rest a hand on his chin, propping himself up on his elbow as he gazed down at you with such admiration. When he didn't say anything, you slowly sat up, feeling a bit awkward from his gaze. "Wh-What are you looking at?"

"I'm looking at this adorable, one brain cell having guy before me," he replied.

Feeling a blush creep up on your face, you furrowed your brows, hiding your face behind a sleeve as you gazed away. "Sh-Shut up. You don't mean that..."

"That you have one braincell?"

"That...I'm adorable." Let's be real, you never really minded his playfully teasing nicknames for you. It was whenever he complimented you that felt like a lie.

"Okay, then not adorable. But...you're so cool, so badass. I mean, look at you." At this point, you were fiddling with the hem of your beanie, eyes darting back and forth between him and at something nondescript in the distance. "You have this style that's just...wow. And your skating tricks? Down right incredible. How on earth did I get so lucky to snag someone as cool as you?"

This praise was just too much but...you weren't complaining either. You had to admit, that despite your feelings whenever he called you "adorable", you always felt this sense of pride when he complimented other aspects of you. Though this was almost like an overload but in a good way.

You tugged your beanie down in front of you, mostly to hide the red that was trying to spread on your face. "H-Hey! Isn't the sushi place opening soon?! W-We should get going s-so we can get a good seat."

Draken chuckled as he finished off his coffee, tossing it into the nearby trashcan from where he sat before standing and heading off. "Yeah, c'mon, you tomato."

"I-I'm not a tomato!" you argued, quickly following him before dropping your board to the ground and hopping on it, rolling past him with a shit eating grin that read "race ya!"

[donna-wants-to-be-an-alien]

Five times Mycroft hated sewing and the one time he didn't!

I know, I know! A BBC Sherlock FanFic in the year of "We've buried that show years ago, Donna! What the fuck?!" But I got such a lovely prompt from a friend (I did specify this fandom, but only because I forgot the only other fandom we share. Which isn't that much less... controversial, I guess xD) Also, I love Mycroft, in any iteration I have watched or read, but especially this one! So enjoy ^^

1. A Toy

As so many things in his life, Mycroft's forays into sewing started with Sherlock. The baby brother had been announced a few weeks ago and the due date was looming ever so closer! He had tried to find the perfect gift for the child to be born, but nothing was perfect enough in his mind. No matter, he was Mycroft Holmes! Genius par excellence! He would just make one himself!

A small stuffy would be child's play for him! (If Mycroft cared about puns, he would have congratulated himself for this one!)

A few weeks, multiple meters of fabric and a few bags of stuffing later, the young redhead stood at the side of the bassinet that held the screaming, unhappy brother he would care for deeply! As well as a small misshapen lump of fabric, Mycroft would for ever deny was made by him.

2. A costume

Despite popular opinions and rumours, spread by jealous little brothers, Mycroft was never too big as in too high in weight for the costumes of the school play! He was simply too high in... height. So, when the theatre group was planning the show and all the costumes had to be made, he foolishly agreed to make his own, to lighten the burden of his classmates. It was always beneficial to be a good sport in group projects, after all.

So he found himself once more in front of fabric and thread, but this time accompanied by a sewing machine.

After more unsuccessful versions than he'd like to remember, the Holmes' housekeeper took pity on him and not just helped him to conceal the crimes to fashion, but also with the final costume.

Even years later, his peers liked to comment on his talents not just being mental, but being skilful hands as well!

3. A brother Now, this one could be considered cheating, or waxing poetics, about a young brother, with too much mind and more importantly too much heart and not enough guard rails, because those chafe and burn.

But it isn't, because before the rehabs and the dealers being scared off and found and removed, there was an accident, a thief, a knife and a first aid kit. Mycroft doesn't like to remember it, the warmth, the red, the urgency! (The fear, oh god, the pure terror!) But the man was arrested, disappeared, honestly, and the brother safe in a cage, to try and get him back. But at least Sherlock was alive enough to rebel at that!

4. A skirt

Now, this one wasn't as bad, frustrating or horrifying as the others. All things considered, the objective had been cleared, so having to sew up Anthea's skirt, that got ripped during the assignment, one of the last he had to fulfil before rising up into the more strategic areas of his job, was of almost no importance or consequence. Except for the fact that it got ripped while defending him from the very talented operative in possession of the file they were after. Even with his shoddy job of it, due to the fact he hadn't touched a needle and thread in years, she was presentable enough that they wouldn't stand out in public. Anthea gave him a travel kit for the promotion. It was overwhelmingly sentimental! (It had it's fixed place in every briefcase!)

5. A coat

After the absolute mess of things on the roof of St. Barth's, Mycroft held his brother's coat in his hands. During the commotion on the pavement, someone must have ripped it, trying to get to Sherlock. (An army doctor, trying frantically to reach his best friend, the focal point of his life.)

With the ruse being pulled off and a man left devastated and another in the lion's den, all that remained was a ripped coat. The outer layer ripped and the inner lining soiled with blood and other fluids in order to shatter beliefs.

So Mycroft went to work, meticulously cleaning and repairing the coat, except for one gash....

+1. A coat Part Two

… that one he finished on the way to get his baby brother home, back to his family, where he belonged.

By now, Mycroft had enough practice to make the coat look undamaged, and the relief he felt, when Sherlock slipped it one and stormed out in a strut, to mock John for his moustache, he pondered if maybe it would be a worthwhile endeavour after all...

[tubapun]

fun fact be me three years ago have 3000 word summary / breakdown / analysis midterm on play. procrastinate write it all in the last 4 hours before its due submit @ 11:58 go to bed content and at peace with the world.

6 weeks later outlook goes Ding while i'm breaking down a crape myrtle in the backyard . prof has ripped out my jugular, "essay contains extensive evidence of plagiarism".

die instantly. freak out. generally no longer at peace with anything ever. dress up drive hours to prof's campus violently ill within 24 hrs of first receiving the email

omw there, outlook goes Ding while we're pulling off the highway. prof has replied to my "okay what would you have me do" email with "come see me during my office hours bring rough drafts of your work and any sources you may have referenced"

>did not reference any sources , entire essay was just interpretive prose on the subject from the stressed vacancy of my mind >cant even remember reading the play or even Writing the essay very much at all: it was 6 WEEKS ago and id written it all in one sitting while drowning in just-starting-3k-word-midterm-due-in-4-hours insanity >having written it all in one sitting, what else do i not have: Any Rough Drafts. At All

i do not reply to the email.

be me walk into prof office with no sources rough drafts or really any knowledge in ur brain about the topic you wrote your midterm about because you forgot it all within .2 seconds of hitting the submit button.

"i saw in your email you mentioned bringing in rough drafts - i dont have rough drafts. i wrote it all in one sitting"

"you. wrote it all... in one sitting."

"yes"

needless to say he throttled me for not citing any sources on a midterm (though through the whole conversation i was knawing on my tongue to refrain from pointing out that i merely Had no sources to cite). and then gave me an 105 on the assignment.

cite your sources kids

I would post this with a funny meme of looking shocked but also last minute panicked writing with no sources is a thing I'm almost sure I've done, good on you for making it work

[dollyyun]

THE MOODBOARDS???? HELLO??? kill me oh my lord Heeseung’s was soooo 💦💞👹 but then jay’s was so ✨🙂‍↕️⬇️ and then sunghoon’s was soo 🫡🍆🍑 BUT JAKE’S WAS SO 🫦🫨🧎‍♀️

forgive me i went a little crazy there for a second BUT CAN YOU BLAME ME THESE MEN HAVE ME KNOCKING DOWN BUILDINGS AS RIPPING APART TREES TO GET TO THEM Y/N IS A LUCKY GIRLLL

and also MY ASSIGNMENTS ARE ALMOST FINISHED (we cheered) I HAVE ONE MORE DUE TOMORROW AND THEN I’M FREEAJNSNSNSNSNSS (not really bc i have so many readings and prep but that’s a problem for future me)

OH THE DATE I ALMOST FORGOT, turns out it actually WAS a date i wasn’t tripping or anything and we were supposed to check out this rlly good cafe right next to my workplace but the line was SO LONG but we were like “fuck it, we have no where to go let’s wait.” and then literally when we were second from the front, the waitress lady says, “oops were closing come back in another three hours!” istg i was about to start bawling my eyes out but she was like “dw we can eat at this place near my house” so we went and the food was AMAZING it was this little jamaican place and their coconut rice was so good i actually almost melted and then after our date i was feeling a lil bold (probs bc we had wine.) and i kisses her on the cheek and SHE BLUSHED IT WAS SO CUTE and then she smiled and kissed my nose and then we just giggled and sat in front of this bus stop giggling and whispering random ass shit at each other ppl were staring but for the first time ever i didn’t rlly care and just kept on giggling when she kissed my nose again. in conclusion, i have a crush, your honour. 🫣

i’m sooooo excited for dkp finale ur gonna eat, devour, scrumptious, delicious, finger licking

and also get some rest, drink lots of water and here’s a lil kiss 💋 on the cheek for u bc ur so great ily ruby 💞

-💫

🤭🤭i’m glad you love all of the moodboards! plss go crazy all you want😌yn’s a lucky bitch fr ME NEXT

you’re working hard, bb🥹i hope all of your hard work will be paid off🫶🏻

the way i’m smiling and giggling because yall are so cute :((( AND THE KISSES??? IM HAPPY FOR YOUUU like omg pls tell me that yall will go on another date🙏🏻dollyyun will be rooting for boaf of you‼️

😞thank you for still looking forward to the finale🥹i’m sorry for taking too long </3 but you’re going to love the content in the finale🙂‍↕️

thank you as well for the constant reminder🫶🏻you are honestly such a darling❤️ilysm

[potato-goose-tornado]

Okay, okay, okay

Soooo

I forgot to post another prompt last night (ruining my two day streak >:(( ), apologies from the deepest, darkest, cardiac artery that I own.

Anywho

Soulmate au, for funsies

The specific au I'm thinking of is where wherever your soulmate touches you first, you have a black mark signifying where they're going to touch you, and when they do, it turns into a bright, colorful, mark before slowly fading into some more pastel colors over time

There's a few different scenarios I can think of for this, ofc

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1. Modern/College/General Adult au, characters do not know each other remotely, and they are both independently at the same party. One character (A) has their mark on their face, in the shape of a handprint, and have gone through life thinking that their soulmate is going to fucking slap them once they meet, while the other (B) has a (normal) mark of their palm being black (usually, it's a handshake or high five).

Well, whoopsie doodle, A ends up having something happen to them (they're overwhelmed, their partner breaks up with them, they just got a bad grade on an assignment, ect. ), and they get incredibly upset and leave to go quiet down and have a cry.

Well, coincidentally, B also leaves to do something (smoke, get some air, ect.) and they find A, and rush to comfort them, ultimately (and gently) putting their hand on their face, until it starts fucking glowing and they freak the fuck out

This would just be a cute little rp, domestic, funny, nothing too serious

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2. Again, a modern/General Adult Au, one character (C) is at a bar, wallowing or doing something alone, when the local band sets up and plays. For some reason, C is *obsessed* with the band, and especially the lead singer, who is the other character (D).

Long story short, the band plays their set and wraps up by going backstage, while C runs to the bathroom (for whatever reason, to escape from the noise, to throw up bc they drank to much, whatever), and ends up in the dressing room of D. D is mildly annoyed at first, but sees C's state and takes it upon themselves to help C and/or get them home.

They both only figure out the next day that they both had their soulmarks activated (is that the right word?) in exactly the same spot as the other touched them/they touched the other, and they have *no clue* who they are (as C never told D their name and D was in a *very* small indie band that didn't have anymore gigs due to life events, and had an alias instead of their name).

They're both sad and decide to move on, until a few years later when (ultimately) they meet an *extremely* annoying person at their job and they decide that that person is the bane of their existence, (personally, Im thinking of them both being high school teachers, but thats just me).

You can see where this is going

Adversaries to Lovers as they slowly realize, hey, I might actually like this person, to them getting together, to maybe thinking about their soulmates and how they are still in love with them, but also love their partner (this could be one person's dilemma as the other wonders why their partner is so distant), until it's revealed that D was the lead singer of an indie band (perhaps if teachers, through the kids finding out about it and spreading it), and then it's a decently good ending :>>

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(Yes, this was heavily inspired if not slightly ripped off of this jmart fic. 100% read it, it's soo good)

3. Friends to Lovers (again) human au.

Now, and I've saved best for last (debateable), this one CAN BE A FANTASY AU

Bc those are so popular /s

Anyhow, doesn't have to be fantasy, just has the capacity to be fantasy and would be cool/interesting.

Basically, one character (E), and the other (F) are best friends (from childhood, or just like tweens, or since highschool, SOMETHING), and for some reason, they have not touched ever before (for a multitude of reasons, one character doesn't like touch, they both aren't touchy people, or (if it's a fantasy au) maybe it's not favorable to ever touch royalty in any circumstances (especially if there's a *culture* around soulmarks))

But, they both have crushes on eachother, but don't want to risk their friendship by confessing and receiving a rejection that they believe is inevitable. Until, one day, something happens (can 100% be dramatic or mundane) and WHOOPSIE they've been soulmates the whole time!!

If you want, this can end there, if not, one could try and insist that it 'won't change their friendship' and have a whole OTHER level of drama surrounding their relationship bc of the miscommunication, really up to y'all.

Okay, okay, okay, now I get to talk about the FANTASY ASPECTS OF THIS LETS GO

SO SO SO SO

So many ways to do a fantasy thingie! You could have a royal advisor that grew up to be the heir's closest advisor and friend and have fallen in love with eachother, you could have a royal be childhood friends with a knight that either saves them occasionally, or they both are warriors, you could have a baker's child become friends with the heir bc of them sneaking into the kitchen to get snacks, and have it all cute and lovely

SO MANY OPTIONS AND SCENERIOS, OML

Anyhow, as usual, courts in the past had a HUGE thing about not touching and stuff, especially if someone is your 'better', or just Royalty in general, unless you're their personal servant. Soooo, the heir would have likely never been allowed to touch anyone, or they would have been covered head to toe at all times, and unallowed to take their clothes off to touch their friend's skin.

This can be a cute courtship thing, or OR, it could turn into *drama*, where the heir, having broken the rules, finds out that they are going to be married for a political tie, and they have to figure out a way around it to still be together

(I don't know if I have to make this clear, but any Fantasy stuff will not have homophobia in it. It's unnecessary and I don't want it in my silly little fantasy world)

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ANYWHO

That's all I got for now, feel free to use these with someone else or DM me, my preferences are in the pinned post

Drink water, have a good nighttttttttttt!

(I'm sleeping now omfg)

[jojolovenotes]

ok so a) turns out the animation project was due next tuesday and i was panicking over nothing rip (but also lucky me cuz i still havent figured out how to add the song into it yet sbdnd)

b) i started rewatching er again from the begining and i am still questioning whether or not one of the characters named carol will wind up being a romantic fo or not (been tryna figure that out for literal ages and i still have no clue if shes gonna be my girlfriend shdhdj)

and c) i remembered that i had downloaded the arts and culture app google has and decided to scroll through some of the art i had liked on there that i used as references for assignments for my art history class and i came across one that i completely forgot about called "the birth of venus" by alexandre cabanel and because im fixated on carol again, ive decided to attempt to draw her as venus and my bi ass is going bonkers over it (i should really draw more of my fo's as different rennaisance artworks. i remember doing a sketch of lisa lisa as the "venus of urbino", but i dont think i got around to finishing it shdbjd

Oh oh my gosh... Well, that’s good you have more time at least! 

Oooh, I’m not familiar with ER I’ve never seen it but hey! If she’s f/o material for you maybe it’s a sign for you to let her into your heart maybe. Even if she’s not a romantic f/o, it’s cool to have some crushes too. 

Oh my gosh dfkjdsf 

[yangyeet]

[14:38] Although it was spring and the weather was starting to warm up, you set out on a mission to make hot chocolate with marshmallows for yourself and your boyfriend. With expertise, you finished whipping up the beverage and carefully balanced the two mugs in your hands (which were overflowing with whipped cream). As you walked into your shared bedroom with Johnny, you saw that he had assembled a blanket fort using all the items that he could find in the house. There was a little shuffle as Johnny heard your arrival and crawled towards the gap in the make-shift door, beckoning for you to join him. Carrying the two mugs carefully, you crouched down into the opening and slid in snugly in front of Johnny, with your back resting up against his broad chest. You handed him his cup, indulging in your own cup soon after. He took a sip from the hot chocolate and dramatically whipped his hair against your hear. You turned around to meet his eyes in curiosity, but before you could, you noticed the mini milk mustache decorating his upper lip. You couldn’t help but to snort at your goofy boyfriend. 

“Hey! Don’t laugh at me,” he commanded, trying to sound serious, but his farce only lasted for a second. Johnny broke out of character when he saw the way that you were practically glowing as you finally began to laugh, sounding loud and mellifluous and full of life. Once again, he was reminded how much he was hopelessly in love with you. And that, for him, was alright. He could remain in this moment forever - with you sitting between his legs comfortably, full of mirth and joy that would have him grinning from ear to ear. 

[nctsplug02]

hii!! can i request a throwback of mr and mrs jeong plss~

throwback || j.j

genre: fluff and suggestive

warnings: mrs jeong the sweetest girl, mr jeong the bad boy, flirting

note: anon i hope this i what you meant because i got really excited to write this

taglist: @luvjeongjaehyun , @seuomo , @anya-writes-stuff , @lolalee24 , @minijaems , @multivoice

you walked into the wild class, holding your books to your chest while closing the door shut. as you walked to find a seat, you had nasty glares thrown at you from girls with colored headbands on.

“pass it you dump!” someone yells. the smell of cigarettes rushing through your nose and burning them.

you find a seat that was in the back and not near the group of boys smoking cigs.

bang bang bang!

a sudden bang causes the boys to scatter while throwing the cigarette butt out the window. “quiet down, now! today we have a transfer joining us in class, so be respectful! please, come.” the teacher says gesturing you to the front.

wow, this is so cliché. 

you walked up with your things still in your hands. “go on, dear. introduce yourself.” she says going to her desk and taking a seat.

“um, hi. i’m y/n, kim y/n. i’m originally from ohio but i moved because my dad had a job offer. please take care of me.” you look at the teacher who nods, dismissing you from the front.

as you walk off, she calls for you. “y/n, i’m sorry. i forgot to say, we have assigned seats. why don’t you..” she hums, “why don’t you sit over there by the window.” you nod with a silent sigh, making your way over to the nasty smoking area.

“alright, now—! ugh.” she grumbles at the phone ringing but picks it up. “Mrs. law? um, yes. sure, i’ll be there in a few minutes, thank you.” she hangs up and turns to the class.

“i forgot that i had a meeting so i’ll be back soon. in the meantime, grab a packet and do it. it’s due today after class!” she says grabbing a few of her items and leaving the classroom.

you sigh, going to stand up until a packet is slammed on your desk.

“so,” the guy licks his teeth. “y/n, was it?” you look up at the boy and you nod.

he pouts a bit. “cmon, pretty. talk. your voice was so sweet.” you hang your head back down, ignoring the comments he made.

everyone starts mumbling as the door gets pulled open and then slammed shut.

“oh, my god! it’s him!”

“she’s sitting in his spot!”

“he’s so hot!”

everyone babbles over the boy who had just walked in. “hey,” the guy says, throwing his backpack on the desk next to you.

you don’t care to look up, instead focusing on the worksheet. “get out. you’re in my seat.” he says kicking the desk.

you sigh and look up. the boy who stared down at you with evil suddenly softened his glare. “sorry, what?” you remove your airpods from your ear. “n—nothing.” he clears his throat and sits next to you.

everyone starts ouing when hearing the boy stutter over you.

“dude,” jaehyun gets smacked by a friend of his. “are you just gonna let her sit in your spot like that?” jaehyun rolls his eyes. “it’s just a seat.” he sighs and glances at you.

“she’s gorgeous.” he thinks to himself.

it was lunch and you were sitting alone at a big table. no one wanted to sit by you which you didn’t really mind or care.

you slightly glance at the people who joined you. it was the same group of girls from your math class. “y/n, right? wow, you’re so.. pretty!” they squeal.

“anyways, enough of that— saw you talking to my boyfriend earlier, talk to him again and i’ll rip your hair out. got it? thanks, babe!” she says walking away with her friends following behind.

“so much for a nice school with nice people.” you sigh, picking up your milk carton and finishing it.

you got up and looked straight ahead of you. the boy from your math class. he was staring at you while drinking his banana milk. he looked away when he noticed you had caught him.

you grin a little and walk away to dump your tray.

you were grabbing your gym clothes from your locker when someone slams it shut. “y/n, right?” you sigh getting annoyed of that question. “mhm.” you nod reopening your locker and grabbing your gym clothes.

“well, i’m jaehyun. jeong jaehyun. i’m from your—?” you cut him off with a nod. “—math class, i know. look, i’m gonna be late for gym, i have to go.” as you try to walk past him he pulls on your arm.

“what’s the rush? cant be a little late to class?” you yank your arm back. “i’m not the type of skip class or whatever. i’m here to actually learn and to actually get education.” his lips turn into an O shape.

he smirks. “feisty.. i like it.”

it had been a week later and jaehyun hadn’t showed up to school. you made two friends, ten and johnny. they were also in your math class.

johnny helped ten with math and you would sit back, laughing to yourself as johnny gets frustrated with ten.

“hey, does.. jaehyun do this a lot?” johnny hums and ten tilts his head.

“do what?” they both say.

“skip school a lot?” they both nod.

so it was normal to them.. interesting.

monday came around and the popular boy came back, his hair still fluffy. “hey pretty.” he greets you with a grin. “me?” you look around while pointing to yourself. “no, the girl with weird glasses— who else?” you laugh making his ears turn red.

cute.

“she laughed.” his voice memoed to him.

“my glasses aren’t weird.. i find them cute.” you saying taking your glasses off and looking at them. clear baby pink in a round shape.

“they’re especially cute when you’re wearing them.” he flirts making you snort. “stop, no.. no flirty comments, please.” you giggle making him suck in a gush of air.

he sits next to you. “your laugh is so adorable, did you know that?” you scrunch your face up. “adorable? as if.” as he tries protesting against your denial the bell rings.

you started to notice the progress with jaehyun. he came to school everyday with his fluffy brown hair and a pair of fake glasses, exactly your shape but in black.

he explained it to you and said that he wanted to match with you so you wouldn’t be the only nerd in class.

but what you didn’t know was that, the only reason he attended school was to see you.

you were his motivation into coming to school.

“here.” you sit up when something is thrown on your desk.

you look up holding the banana milk carton. “it’s for you, drink it.” jaehyun says throwing his backpack on the ground and then sitting by you.

“thank you.” you mumble, opening the carton.

jaehyun leans in closer. “hm? couldn’t hear you, pretty. speak up.” you clear your throat and lean in. “thank you.” jaehyun grins and nods, leaning back up.

a few months later and you and jaehyun got closer, to the point where you and him started dating.

people taunted you and him for dating at a young age.

“freshmens and already dating? lord, that isn’t gonna last.”

you and jaehyun decided to ignore the rude comments, they had no clue about the chemistry between you and jaehyun.

you knew he was your soulmate.

you came to class early and saw another carton of banana milk but this time, a note was attached to it.

‘im jude and i’ve recently transferred. i’ve heard so much about you. meet me in the library at 5? XX.”

you crumple the note up and open the carton of banana milk, chugging it down before tossing it in the trash.

“nope.” you say after taking a deep breath.

years past by and throughout those high school years, your amazing boyfriend jaehyun had stuck by your side.

whatever problems you went through, he helped and was always there. he would drop everything just for you.

wanted ice cream at four in the morning, the man would wake up and get you some ice cream from the convenient store by his house then he’d drop it off for you.

if you needed a hug from him, he’d drive— sometimes even walk, to your house just to give you a hug.

once, he beat a group of guys up for catcalling you and making you uncomfortable.

it took years for jaehyun to get better. he quit smoking just for you. he quit drinking at a young age just for you. he did everything because of you, and he didn’t regret a thing.

it’s been over a decade since you and your lover met back in high school. you don’t regret a thing.

true love is real.

[fookinavocadosman]

Drunken Mishap {HS} Pt.2

read pt.1 here

warnings: angst, mutual pining, cursing. 

alright I hope you enjoy this, I suck at writing part 2′s.

word count: 3.2K

I groan as my alarm goes off waking me up for the day. I swear I don’t remember setting an alarm this early. Brooke groans being woken up as well and I smack my phone seeing the time is 10:30 am. I groan shoving a pillow over my face to go back to sleep but that's interrupted by our door being slammed open. 

“Wakey wakey sleeping beauties” Niall announces and Brooke and I both groan and I push the pillow further into my face. 

“Go away,” I mumble through the pillow and Brooke lets out a small hum of agreement. A body lands on top of me and I let out a breath of air at the sudden pressure put on me. 

“Get off!” I yell throwing my pillow off my head and smacking the body on top of me. I see Harry on top of me and everything from last night hits me at once and I push myself away from Harry. 

“Get out both of you. We’ll meet in the common room in ten.” I mumble avoiding eye contact and any interaction with Harry. 

“Fine but if you’re not in there we’ll be back,” Niall says heading out of my room and Harry is still sitting on my bed. I look at him and roll my eyes. 

“That means you leave too,” I tell him and he looks at me with a somber expression. 

“Can’t we talk?” He asks and I scoff shaking my head. 

“No, I don’t want to talk to you now go,” I demand and he drops his head getting off my bed and I flop back down onto my bed. 

“Close the door!” I yell and a couple of seconds later I hear the door shut. I pop my head up and look at Brooke seeing she’s already looking at me. 

“Why are you mad at Harry?” She asks and I let out a sigh. 

“We got into an argument about the guy I made out with and I snapped at him and said that he had no control over me because he’s not my boyfriend and how come when he goes and makes out with random girls it’s okay but when I do it it’s not okay and he had the audacity to call me a whore and tell me that no one wants to be with me if I keep doing this shit.” I summarize the argument to Brooke and she lets out a gasp. 

“What the fuck! That’s so not cool at all!” She nearly yells and I nod my head. 

“Yup. I’m just going to ignore him right now I just need time to think.” I tell her and she nods her head telling me she understands. There's banging on our door and we groan knowing our time is up. Niall yells at us opening the door and I know it’s time to face the beast. 

“Shut up! We’re up what do you want?” I ask him and a smile plasters his face. 

“What do you mean what do I want? It’s time for our family breakfast. Did you hit your head? Are you feeling okay?” Niall starts shooting questions at me and places his hand all over my face feeling my temperature. I smack his hand away moving away from him. 

“Stop it! I just forgot.” I explain and he lets out a huff. 

“We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago hurry up both of you,” Niall tells us and I give him a salute and he leaves closing the door. 

Brooke and I get ready and we both look in the mirror and I nearly laugh at how different our outfits are. Brooke is wearing a granny sweater with blue jeans with Doc Martens while I’m wearing a black crop top with light blue ripped skinny jeans and blue and white checkered Vans. We head out into the common room and Niall and Harry are waiting by the front door. Niall lets out a sigh when we emerge. 

“Let’s go.” Niall pushes us all out the door and I take the lead walking towards the dining hall. Harry is right next to me and I don’t bother talking or acknowledging him and I listen to Niall and Brooke’s conversation about an assignment they have due in their shared class. I hear a huff come from Harry and I almost ask him what's wrong but I stop myself. 

I feel my heart break a little bit every time I don’t do something I normally wouldn’t think twice about doing. We get to the dining hall and we all get our food, we decided to eat here so we find a table in the corner that fits all of us. I sit next to Niall and Brooke sits across from me leaving Harry in front of Niall. We all dig into our food making small conversation about what we each planned to do today.

 Everyone wants to hang out but I just want to be alone so I tell them that I’m going to do homework in the honors lounge and they all nod in understanding. When we get back to the room I grab my bag and Harry speaks up stopping me before I leave. 

“If it’s dark and you want me to come get you from the library just text me.” He tells me and I shake my head. 

“I’ll be fine no need to worry about me,” I say not bothering to look at him as I leave the dorm. I feel bad that I’m prolonging this but I just can’t wrap my head around how those words flowed out of him like it was second nature. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s thought this about me for a while and last night was just the perfect opportunity for the words to come out. 

I take in a deep breath trying to will the tears away until I can get in private. I make my way to the honors lounge in the library and lock myself into one of the private study rooms and I throw myself onto the chair. I open my laptop in front of me and the wallpaper makes me break. 

It’s a collage of photos of Harry and me from freshman year to senior year. I run my eyes over each photo and I cry for the girl in the photo. She has no idea that the boy standing beside her is going to break her. I let the tears flow as I think back to every interaction I’ve had with a guy that Harry was there for and if maybe I should’ve known that this would happen. 

All I can come up with are the times I turned to Harry after my last couple of boyfriends had broken up with me because I wouldn’t sleep with them and Harry was there to comfort me and reassure me. It fucking sucks that Harry is the one that hurt me and all I want is for him to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. 

A loud sob escapes my chest and I throw my hand over my mouth trying to quiet it as I lean forward curling into myself as the sobs escape my throat. I cry until I physically can’t anymore and my eyes and chest hurt from being overexerted. I take a few moments to calm myself down, taking gulps of air in as I catch my breath. I check the time and see hours have passed from when I left the room and I’ve received a couple of texts from my roommates. 

Brooke asked if I wanted to come join them to get food, Niall asked if I wanted him to bring me food, and Harry texted me to tell me to eat something and that he can still come pick me up from the library. 

A small smile graces my face at the fact that I was able to find friends that truly cared for me and I know I can’t keep putting this conversation with Harry off for much longer. I wipe my face with the bottom of my shirt and I leave the honors lounge heading into the library and seeing that it’s dark outside. 

I let out a breath when I see a person standing by the door and I recognize it as Harry. I guess this conversation is going to happen a lot sooner than I thought. He perks up when he notices me and immediately opens the door when I walk over to him. I thank him and the cold air hits my body and I let out a small shiver. 

“Here. I figured you forgot your jacket.” He speaks up handing me a sweatshirt that he was holding. 

“Thanks,” I mumble grabbing his sweatshirt and putting it on. I’m immediately wrapped in his scent of vanilla. We walk for a minute in silence and I clear my throat. 

“Why did you come?” I ask him looking at him and he lets out a sigh looking over at me. 

“I just didn’t want you walking by yourself in the dark, it would kill me if something happened to you because you were mad at me.” He explains his voice is scratchy and I can see his eyes are red. It's an unspoken agreement that we are both hurt over the words said last night. We walk in silence to the dorm and when we get to our room I stop outside the door making him pause. 

“We should talk,” I mumble and he agrees, opening the door and holding it for me. I throw my bag in my room muttering a greeting to Niall and Brooke before I walk out and head down the small hallway to Harry’s room. 

Harry is pacing the small space in between his and Niall's bed and he looks up at me when I close the door. We stare at each other not saying anything as we try to figure out the words we want to say. I walk closer to Harry and he looks down at me as I stand right in front of him. I take a deep breath in before starting. 

“What you said yesterday really hurt me. You had no right to call me a whore because you were mad that I called out your double standards.” I state my voice firm and unwavering. Harry flinches when I say whore and he looks down at me with guilt and sorrow filling his eyes. 

“I know. Sorry doesn’t even cover how horrible I feel for saying that to you.” He mutters shamefully and I let out a sigh jumping onto his bed because standing feels like a lot of work right now. 

“What made you even think that you had the right to say that to me?” I ask him genuinely wanting to know why he said those words. He looks conflicted before he sighs shaking his head. 

“I- I don’t know.” He stutters out and I let out a scoff. 

“Seriously?” I ask looking at him my eyes widened. 

“You don’t fucking know why you called me a whore and how no one is going to want to be with me if I’m a whore.” I state bewildered that he won’t tell me anything. 

“I- I can’t explain it.” He stutters again and I feel tears start prickling my eyes. They aren’t tears of sadness, they’re tears of anger. One thing that everyone close to me knows that when I get really really angry I cry and that means that they’ve fucked up.

“Seriously Harry! You’re going to stick with the I don’t know why I said what I said story instead of fucking admitting why you said that shit! I know you like the back of my fucking hand and you never say anything you don’t fucking mean so tell me why the fuck you said that!” I scream at him as the tears flow down my cheeks and Harry truly knows he’s fucked up. He doesn’t say anything instead he just stares at me and I’m over it. 

“You know how fucked up I am because of guys. You have been there to hold and console me after guys broke up with me because all they wanted from me was my body and I wouldn’t give that to them. So you didn’t need to remind me that every time I find myself slightly attracted to another guy they probably only want me for my body and they won’t want me for who I really am.” I grit out between my teeth and I get ready to jump off his bed to leave but his hands plant themselves on my thighs stopping me. I pause and look from his hands to his face and he’s already staring straight into my eyes. 

“You’re right Y/N.” He starts, taking in a deep breath before continuing. 

“I had no right to say that, especially after everything we’ve been through.” Tears start falling down his face and I drop my eyes down to his hands which are pulsing on my thighs. It hurts to see us both so torn up over this. 

“I don’t know how to explain what I did without exposing something that I swore I’d never tell you.” He picks up his hands dragging them across his face and dropping them to his side. 

“Please Harry. I need to know.” I whisper using the last of my energy on him. 

“I was jealous.” He starts and my head shoots up and I’m about to go off on him again but he stops me by putting his hand up. 

“I know it sounds horrible that I said that to you because I was jealous but it’s the truth.” He explains and I let out a scoff going to jump off again but he places his hands on either side of me caging me in. 

“I was jealous that he got to do what I’ve been wanting to do for years.” He admits whispering in my ear and I feel myself freeze. 

“W-what?” I stutter feeling my cheeks flush and my body heat up. 

“I was jealous that this guy you’ve maybe seen around campus once and talked to for 30 seconds got to kiss you and hold you when I have been here for 4 years and never once got to kiss you when all I’ve wanted to do was kiss you and call you mine,” Harry admits to me looking me dead in the eyes and I feel my breath catch. My mind is running rampant with thoughts that I can barely focus on one and I feel my chest tightening. 

Harry sees my panic and takes my face in between his hands holding me still as he instructs me to breathe with him. I focus on his eyes as I try to match my breathing to his and I let out a small cry. 

Harry pulls me into him as I break again. He rubs my back with his hand as his other holds my head to his chest. I listen to his beating heart and feel his chest vibrate as he shushes me. When I calm down enough Harry pulls me away from his chest and looks me in the eyes. 

“The words I said to you I should’ve never said, there is no amount of words to express how sorry I am that those words came out of my mouth, I have never once thought you were a whore or that no one would want to be with you because for god's sake all I want is you.” He speaks again and I nod my head understanding his words. 

“I think about you all day every day. Every time I see you it feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. Every time you cry or are hurt I hurt with you, it hurts me to see you upset because you deserve only happiness. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met and you’re all I want. Not want need. I need you Y/N.” Harry begins crying again as he admits his deepest feelings to me and I let out a small laugh dropping my head. 

The balls in my court. I either break our hearts and end this friendship, or I take the risk and hope that we work out. I look up again and our eyes say everything.

“I need you to Harry,” I admit flicking my eyes between his and he lets out a sigh of relief pulling me into him. Thinking back we always acted like we were more than friends, we were always there for each other no matter what was going on and often we were quite possessive over one another when it came to other guys and girls in our friendship. 

Harry pulls back staring into my eyes and one of his hands comes up cupping my jaw as his thumb rubs up and down my cheek lightly and the other holds onto my waist keeping me in place. One of my hands rests on the nape of his neck and the other tangles into the curls on the back of his head. 

Our eyes roam each other's faces flicking from our eyes to our lips and neither of us wants to make the first move. I take in a shaky breath before speaking the words that could make or break us. 

“Kiss me please,” I whisper unsure and Harry’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before a smile breaks across his face. He readjusts his hand on my jaw as he leans in. I close my eyes and his forehead touches mine his lips barely grazing mine. I let out a shaky breath as he speaks to me his lips brushing against mine with every word. 

“If we do this, there’s no going back because I won’t be able to.” I nod my head against his and whisper out a shaky yes as I wait for him to make the move. His lips ever so lightly press against mine and I immediately respond to his kiss. His lips are soft and he tastes like mint. He pulls away so only his forehead is touching mine and we both release a breath. I open my eyes and see he’s already looking at me. 

“I’m in love with you Y/N L/N. Have been since we first met.” He mumbles against my lips and I let out a sigh of relief. 

I admire him for a second before speaking the words that I’ve been wanting to tell Harry for years, “I’m in love with you too Harry.” 

He immediately presses his lips to mine after the words come out of my mouth. This kiss is making up for all the times we’ve wanted to kiss and chickened out. It’s making up for all the times we’ve watched each other get hurt by other guys and girls and never said anything. It’s making up for everything. His grip tightens on my waist as he pulls away from the kiss again and we are left catching our breath. 

“I could do this forever.” He whispers and I open my eyes to look at him as I smile. His eyes are shining with happiness and I’m sure mine are as well. 

“Yeah, forever sounds good.”

A/N: there we go, if you want me to write anything you can request it, i’m down to write pretty much anything, otherwise I’ll just post when I get inspiration which varies.

[airilymusing]

Kinda feeling like a walking disaster area today.