#in summary: that finale had so much that could be improved on but holy shit guys. Holy Fucking Shit

[syn4k]

after a full night's sleep after watching the finale, i have decided that tom is my favorite character in mianite s1 because:

[huge mianite s1 spoilers under the cut]

here's the thing, ok? the server was tucker's baby and he and sonja were mianite. jordan invented a whole goddess out of spite. but the rest of them stayed loyal no matter what. their gods let them peacefully coexist with their friends and form alliances.

tom? Tom didn't get any of that.

tom was always desperate for dianite's approval from the get-go. throughout the series, he went from "being on team dianite means i get to be an asshole with no consequences" to "i am literally chilling with everybody and we're all buds here wait who said that" but even with that, he still slingshotted back to dianite's side the second the god came online, doing everything he said at the cost of his reputation and burning the bridges he'd built.

he turned on them mid-fight several times despite showing visible hesitation later on in the season, was the first one to snitch on furia at dianite's behest, and still didn't earn his trust because dianite knew that when he wasn't watching, tom was actually forming his own relationships with the other players and characters.

and then i got to the finale and lost my mind because ok

right before the fight, when dianite initially joined, tom went right back to that familiar pattern of being all like AYY MY MAIN MAN HE'S HERE and everyone else was IMMEDIATELY on guard. jordan reminded him that they were all on one side against Furia here. tom even pretended like he was going to betray them all, however, i think that he was legitimately conflicted about it because he Says It Himself that he only got halfway through eating the apple before changing his mind. and you can hear the uncertainty in his voice when he's like "haha got you all it was a joke i would never do that"

when dianite dropped the "Homie? Pfft. I'm no homie to you!" and everyone was like "wow, Tom, he just totally abandoned you" without ACTUALLY TURNING ON HIM FOR IT, just acknowledging it and moving on, i think that was the moment where it finally clicked for Tom that oh. dianite never actually cared about me at all. i was just a means to an end and this is the end.

'cause he'd gotten all of this armor and this epic gear. he'd basically been dianite's main man down on earth, carrying out every single thing he asked of him dutifully, but he'd never actually gotten anything... back? hell, dianite had told JORDAN he was proud of him before he'd told TOM.

so when THIS happened

I LOST MY SHIT.

This was slowly being built up to the ENTIRE TIME and I hadn't even NOTICED it.

like, I just want to highlight here that it wasn't Tucker who struck the last blow, or Sonja, or even Jordan. that would have made sense right because all of them were allied AGAINST dianite. actually, i would have expected tom to be fighting For him, but no-

it was tom who killed dianite. his own god. and he got the last key. they couldn't have done it without him. he was important the entire time because he got out of the bear trap and decided at the last second to fight for the ones who actually mattered to him: his friends and allies.

hell, jordan actually asks him how he's doing a few moments before he realizes the mantle has been passed onto him and tom responds with "pretty upset, actually" because what does he do now? where does he go from here? i imagine everyone else celebrating that dianite's gone, jordan sorting through his stuff, and tom just sort of standing there staring at the spot where his god's body was lying a mere second ago, his bow lying on the ground where he dropped it, just Processing what he just did.

of course that doesn't last for very long because tom soon realizes that dianite's power was passed onto him,

but like even This has implications. tom's name is still red. he's still loyal to Dianite but if you think about it, this means he's on his own side now. i kept watching closely even after this waiting for him to betray everyone else and mess the whole operation up, but he never does! he sticks with them.

even during the finale, tom remains the only person to have been killed by all three gods, and he's the only person who ever killed one himself.

so yeah. Character of all time. According to my friend Jupiter who's seen the entirety of all three seasons, this entire thing is never addressed again, so I'm gonna go like. get dressed do some embroidery and make myself a cup of tea then watch the first episode of jordan's s2 just so that i can see how it starts and go fix that by writing something about it 👍

[saragarnier]

TENNIS LESSONS

pairing: jannik sinner x reader

Warning: none, just fluffy

Summary: Jannik teaches y/n how to play tennis

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“Come on, darling. How much time do you need to change clothes?” Jannik asked through the closed door; you two decided to play a quick game on the court even if you had never played tennis before. It was Jannik’s idea and you immediately agreed, deciding that you needed a proper outfit.

For that reason you bought a tennis uniform without his knowledge.

“I’m coming, just give me one more minute!” You said, smiling a little bit and looking at the mirror: you liked how the uniform was on you but you were also tense because you didn’t know if Jannik would have appreciated.

You sighed, then you took a deep breath and you opened the door, exiting the bathroom and looking at him.

Jan looked at you, speechless for some minutes.

“Y/n” he whispered your name, lookin at you in the new uniform. “Holy shit, you’re amazing in that uniform.”

You blushed at hsi compliment but you really appreciated it; you smiled and walked towards him.

“Do you like it?” You asked, smiling softly.

He put his hands on your hips and he smiled, leaving some kisses on your cheeks and after that on your neck.

“Do i like it? I fucking love it. God, you’re so beautiful darling, i’m the luckiest man in the world.” He said, hugging you and finally kissing you on the lips; you kissed him back and smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Now i’m properly ready for our little match.” You whispered to his ear, smiling.

The Italian smiled and kissed you again, then he took his bag and wrap the other arm on your shoulders, smiling.

“C’mon, let’s go to the court” he smiled, placing a kiss on your head before opening the door to let you pass. “Girls first.” He added, smiling.

“Are you letting me pass first just because you’re a gentleman or because you want to look at my ass?” You chuckled, biting your bottom lip.

“Maybe… you’ll never know.” He joked, taking your hand and smiling.

You two reached the court in just seven minutes by foot and you smiled when you two entered the court together, hand in hand.

“Okay, now… you never played tennis before, haven’t you?” He asked, giving you one of his rackets; you immediately took it and your eyes widened when you felt how heavy it was, more than you were expecting it to be.

“No, i never played tennis so you have to teach me everything.”

Jannik smiles at you and he gently hit the ball to pass it to you; you tried to stop it with your racket but you failed miserably. He laughed while you blushed, embarrassed by your skill in NOT hitting the ball.

“Try again love, you just have to gain some confidence with the racket. It’s like an extension of your arm and it’s difficult to train your mind in understanding it. Just keep trying and you will improve okay? Let me put my hat on and i will help you doing that.”

The Italian shook his head a little bit, then he used both his hands to adjust the hat on his head; he had so many hair that he needed some minutes to adjust everything, being sure to have a good view of the entire court. After that, he walked towards his girlfriend that was some meters away, trying to hit the ball with the racket he gave her. He perfectly knew that it was too big for her but he didn’t have any other racket, so they had to adapt to it.

“Okay, let me help you with the service.” He said, walking towards you. He put his hands on your hips, positioning you in the right place, then he helped you with the posture. “Okay, that’s better. Normally you have to hit the square that’s diagonally opposite you but this time we’ll make an exception, okay? Just try to hit the ball, we should start with that.”

You was so nervous even if you knew that the only person that could have seen your incapacity of playing tennis was your boyfriend; you knew that he wouldn’t have made fun of you, but you were nervous anyway.

You really wanted to playing tennis decently for him, you wanted to do that to make him happy. It was your boyfriend’s biggest passion and you wanted to live that too, because you wanted to know everything that could make your boyfriend happy.

Somehow you were able to hit the ball, even if it was not hard enough; the ball bounced in your side of the field but Jannik didn’t say anything, he wanted for the ball to bounce again in his side and he hit it gently, aiming at your right to be sure that you would have been able to hit it with your forehand.

Somehow you did it and you both cheered, even if the ball stopped against the net.

“Good job love! You’re doing amazing! Honestly i thought you would have missed every single ball.” He jokes, smiling at you. You looked at him and put your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? It’s that so?” You joked, smiling darkly at him. “If that’s the case i think that tonight i will undress myself and I would not ask your help at all!”

Jannik widened his eyes and look at you, speechless.

He couldn’t believe you just said that in a public place, even if you two were the only ones on the court and even if no one was on the stands. He didn’t expect it but he immediately regretted making that comment.

“I’m sorry! Y/n you know that i was only joking! You’re the best tennis player i ever met in my career and i will definitely lose this game because you’re too much stronger!” He immediately said, biting his lip while saying that. “But can i took that uniform away this night? I swear that’s the only thing I thought about since i saw you with that!”

You laughed and you recovered the ball, coming back into position and trying to hit it as hard as you could while Jannik was still talking. He was so focused in trying to be forgiven about what he said that he didn’t realize you just made your service.

The ball didn’t bounce in the right square so it would definitely have been a fault in a normal match, but since he said the rules would have been different for their match, you made a point.

Jannik really tried to save the ball to the last but he couldn’t, that’s why you rejoiced, happy about the point you just made.

“That’s not fair! I was still talking!” He immediately replied, putting his hands on his hips, pouting.

“It’s not my fault if you weren’t paying any attention!” You replied, smiling. “I made a point! Ha! What were you saying, mh?” You teased him, smiling.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble.” You said, waking towards you with an evil smile; you immediately started running away but he was much more trained than you and he immediately stopped you, wrapping his arms around you. “Where are you going darling?”

When Jannik started to tickled you, you immediately started laughing. “No, please stop!” You begged him to stop, still laughing and trying to escape from his grip. You kept laughing and laughing for minutes that seemed like hours, then he finally stopped and he just put his hands in your hips, bringing you closer to his body. He was definitely taller than you and you had to looked up to meet his eyes.

You stayed silent for some minutes, trying to catch your breath while looking at him, smiling softly.

He caressed your cheeks and smiled, then he lowered himself and left a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you so much.” He said, giving you shivers.

There’s something about his eyes that always made you feel special; you knew that you would have fallen in love with those eyes the second you saw them and the second you felt their effects on you.

“I love you too, loser.” You said, kissing him before he could reply

[echo-rambles]

use my body against me

summary: when a drunk text to your ex gets answered in a way you never expected, it leads to falling right back into old habits. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend chan, suggestive content but nothing explicit, mention of recreational alcohol use, swearing. notes: title from the way you miss me by all time low. mostly a rewrite of my very first reader insert fic, because I loved the concept but I wasn't a fan of my own writing, and I think I've vastly improved since. I might write a continuation, but no promises.

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The situation you currently find yourself in is truly one of your own making. There’s really no one else to blame, no matter how much you would love to point the finger at literally anyone besides yourself. 

There’s a text message from Bang Christopher Chan sitting there, on your phone. Staring up at you almost accusatory and chilling you to the bone. 

-Good morning, I hope you’re drinking water to combat all of that vodka you consumed last night! hahaha 

At first, the text means nothing to you. It leaves you in a state of mild confusion only exacerbated by your incredible hangover. How would he know you drank your weight in liquor? The only answer you can even try to think up isn’t a good one. Feeling brave and a little nauseous, you decide to scroll up, farther into this conversation between you and your ex.

The confusion melts away into horror as you locate the beginning of this conversation. One glance at the selfie you sent has the memory coming back to you, causing your headache to flare. Oh no.

It was late last night, and you had already drank one too many shots of whatever fruity flavored vodka was available. Shut away in Felix’s bathroom, the light overhead far too harsh and fluorescent, pulling your shirt down enough to show off your cleavage. Snapping a picture in the mirror above the sink, leaning into the counter and trying your best to look some approximation of sexy. 

Fumbling fingers sent it to Chan. The first text between the two of you in months. 

Looking at the selfie now has your stomach twisting into knots. Oh no. The texts that followed aren’t any better. Actually, they somehow make the entire situation worse. 

-the fact that i wore this shirt hoping you’d be at this party only to learn you went home EARLY?

-i wasted such an amazing outfit and for nothing

-i bet you looked good too. bastard

-sometimes i can’t tell if i miss you or just the weight of you on top of me 

-i miss how good you were -i know fora fact i miss your mouth -i miss your mouth on MY MOUTH -omg i miss my mouth on your

You swipe away from those messages. Knowing for a fact you’ll have to read them eventually, to get a proper understanding of the things you said to him. But not right now. Right now you continue to scroll, your texts devolving into a mix of incomprehensible emojis and bitching at Chan about things he very obviously can’t control. You were a mess, holy shit. Who even let you text? Why wasn’t your phone confiscated the moment vodka hit your lips?

The only things that Chan has replied with since your terrible wall of drunk texts is an initial Oh wow lol, and his aforementioned good morning text.

It could be worse, right? He could’ve blocked you or typed out an excruciatingly long lecture about drinking responsibly. It honestly could’ve been so much worse. 

Crawling your way out of bed, still vaguely nauseous and trying to fight the urge to lay face down on the floor and never get up again, you shuffle your way into the bathroom. First thing’s first before you tackle whatever the fuck is on your phone, you decide to wash up to feel human again.

The world can fall apart around you for all you care. All you want is a shower and some toothpaste. 

Wrapped in a towel and your toothbrush sticking out of your mouth, you finally decide to reply. You probably shouldn’t, especially now that you’re sober and know better, but you have to apologize. That feels like the polite thing to do. 

Well, the only way to begin is by beginning. 

-lol hey good afternoon 

-I ended up demolishing an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me

How do you even apologize for last night? Sorry I was so angry and horny and I made it your problem? Sorry that the first time I've texted you since we broke up was a drunk thirst trap? So sorry, and hey by the way how have you been since we had the messiest breakup because you’re bad at prioritizing and I’m bad at communication? 

Yeah, definitely none of that. 

You’re still standing there in your bathroom, staring into the mirror and brushing your teeth on autopilot as your mind spins into itself, when your phone lights up. One notification followed swiftly by a second, making your phone buzz on the counter. 

Chan’s contact stares back at you, both messages fading off into ellipses. 

-Ah, RIP. You should’ve drank three…

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could…

Oh, you don’t think this is the sort of message you can read by yourself while still combating the aching nausea of a hangover. Absolutely not, whatever he has to say can be answered once you have a sufficient amount of caffeine and the right company. 

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“I need a second opinion.” It’s the first thing you say, after sitting down across from Felix and shoving your phone at him. Showing off the string of text messages you experienced after waking up. You still haven’t read the newest text. 

Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood. 

With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and unlocking your phone. The silence stretches on as he swipes through the text thread and stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer. 

“Wait, he wants to meet up with you?”

“He wants to what?” You snatch the phone from his hands, finally reading the text yourself. 

-Hey, I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later?

Just the idea of seeing him again has something hot and electric buzzing through your veins. Your immediate instinct is to say yes. You want to say yes so badly, yes a thousand times over. Instead you very deliberately place your phone onto the table. 

Felix has slumped back into his seat, eyeing you warily. “I thought you weren’t talking to him?”

“I mean- I wasn’t. But now I am, kind of? It’s not that big of a deal-” 

“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if I’d say it’s ‘not a big deal’-”

“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.” 

All you get in response is Felix’s eyebrows pitching inwards and his mouth molding into a little frown. The type of frown that is trying very hard to not be a frown. He’s giving you the most pitying look you’ve probably ever seen on his angelic face. 

You should say no. Scoop up your phone and tell him that you can’t make it. Conjure up some far flung excuse so that you won’t reopen old wounds. But you want to see him again, desperately. 

You tap your fingers along the edge of the table. “Is this a bad idea?” 

“Do you want my truthful answer?” Felix replies from the depths of his hoodie. Your phone sits between you, dark screen facing the ceiling. 

You think for a moment. “Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Oh, fuck you.” 

The thing is, you know he has a point. It doesn’t feel very good but it’s true. Sure, you and Chan can be amicable over text, but that’s over text. Who knows what will happen if you’re face to face. Would it be awkward and stilted? Or maybe everything you say to each other will be filled with vitriolic anger. Things didn’t exactly end on the best terms, and that might just leak into an otherwise pleasant meeting. 

But you are nothing if not a professional at both denial and deflections, so you push all of those thoughts very far away. 

Maybe this could be a new start. Maybe you and Chan could be the incredibly rare type of people who are friends with their ex. You’d like that, actually, to have Chan back in your life beyond some tertiary character you hear about from other people. Texting him reminded you how much you actually miss your best friend. 

Snatching your phone up, you just barely restrain yourself from checking to see if you somehow managed to miss any new messages. 

“It’s a friend thing! Friend’s hang out all the time. We're going to go get coffee or something equally platonic and we're going to ignore all of the drunk texts I sent him!” Your voice raises in pitch towards the end, and it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than anything else.

Felix gives you a very unimpressed look. “You told him that you miss the feel of his-”

“I know what I said!"

"In your mouth-"

"Thank you!”

Those texts are burned into your brain, you're well aware of the things you sent Chan. How they got more detailed the more you sent. Just remembering some of them has you flushing.

“I mean," Felix hums, oblivious to the direction your thoughts are taking. "I guess it could be a thing friends do.” There's too much sarcasm in his words for your liking.

“As if you haven’t said something similar to any of your friends.”

One of his eyebrows arch, and the gesture is so very pointed. “Any friend that I’ve gotten on my knees for was never at any point an extremely complicated ex.”

"Shut the fuck up." He's right and you hate it.

But still. You want to see Chan so badly. Finally you give in to the all consuming urge to reply. Opening up Chan’s contact, your fingers work quickly. 

-I mean, if you’re paying…

-Of course I’ll pay haha 

-then count me in!

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone cave so quickly.” Felix sighs, but there’s something all tangled into his words. Some emotion you can’t really identify right now. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it sounds hopeful. 

“Seriously, shut up.” 

“You came here asking for my opinion!” 

“Well!” You huff, trying not to glance at the little typing bubble that appears under your fingers. Signaling that Chan is in the middle of replying to you. He wants to continue your stupid little conversation. Your heart does a funny little wiggle at the sight. “I’ll take what you said into consideration, I guess.”

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Felix was probably right, and that was such a complicated thought to have while Chan’s hand was currently palming you through your shirt. 

See, it really had started out with grabbing coffee together. Something extremely casual with no pressure, the conversation just a little awkward at the start. Both of you trying to remember how to be civil towards each other, how to smile and laugh at jokes. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and fucking hell, Felix was right; you’re so incredibly weak. 

You tried so hard to keep things on track, really you did. The possibility of being friends was right there, laid out in front of you. But then Chan smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip and looks up at you from under those fucking eyelashes of his, and oh. You were gone.

He makes it almost disgustingly easy to be around him. It makes your head buzz. 

Somehow the touch of your fingers against the inside of his wrist lead you to his apartment. Where he pins you to the wall and kisses you so deeply you can feel it in your toes. You almost forgot what it felt like when Chan put his full strength into holding you in place. It’s heady. 

He still tastes the same. Somehow, in the midst of his hands gripping and tugging you closer, pressing your hips flush together, that’s the thought that floats its way to the forefront. Chan tastes the same, even after all this time where you never got to taste him. He feels the same too, a little wider, mostly in his shoulders, but still familiar. He makes the same little noise in the back of his throat when you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

It’s all so familiar and you could choke on it. 

You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn. 

You should say something though, right? Right? 

The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.

You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine. 

This doesn’t feel like a particularly good idea, but then he’s grinding against you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh, and it doesn’t really matter all that much. 

“Is this a terrible idea?” He asks, practically breathing the words directly into your mouth, and you find it a little funny. Not only are you both having the same sort of thought, but it feels incredibly belated. 

“Honestly Chris? I don’t really give a fuck.” 

That gets him to laugh. Just the quietest little giggle into the skin of your jaw. His hand moves, until he’s grabbing at your ass and angling your hips higher, and it’s really such an inspired thing. The feeling of him, hard through his denim, pressing into you has a moan tripping out of you. 

You definitely need to talk about this. 

Chan keeps touching you, kissing you, undressing you. Little by little, constantly asking 'is this ok? Yeah? We can stop whenever you want-' because he's still a gentleman. You haven't been this close to him in months, but he's still so fucking considerate. It'd be more maddening if it wasn't so familiar. If anything it’s reassuring, filling you with a stupid amount of confidence. You know how to deal with this. 

You repeat yes over and over, hands at his shoulders and licking the word into his mouth, no matter how much he asks. 

He peels your shirt away, careful with the fabric, mouth already trailing down your neck, your chest, landing on the swell of your cleavage. Hands so wide, palms easily fitting to your bare waist.

"Just tell me to stop, and I will-"

Finally you snap. Like a live wire pulled too taut, reaching out to grab at his face. Pressing your fingers into the hollows of his cheeks, his chin resting in the curve of your palm. "Christopher, I'm so horny I feel like I might cry. So while I really appreciate what you're trying to do- if you don't rail me stupid in the next five minutes, I can't be held accountable for my actions."

"Oh, sorry." He blinks at you, a little slowly as he leans more of his weight into your hand. Your fingers dig into the meat of his face and you can feel something tense in his jaw.

"Don't apologize baby, just get on with it." This feels familiar too. Like slipping into a pair of beloved jeans. The fit so perfect.

His eyes light up in the next instant, sparkling and bright, and holy shit you're in for it now. "Say less, boss."

You don't know if you still love him, but you do know that you'll always love the feeling of his mouth on you. His hands. Leaving wet trails as he kisses your skin messily, sloppy. Clever fingers following in the wake of his tongue.

[alessiathepirate]

Far Cry 6

EL CAZADOR Y LA PRESA: Vaas Montenegro x fem!reader

Summary: La Raja Bar - the place where two old acquaintances finally meet again...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

My Spanish isn't the best so if you find a word / phrase used in the wrong context or anything please let me know so I can improve :)

I can't believe I finally finished this piece, I've been working on it for such a long time. I think the Michael Mando brainrot helped a lot.

I hope you'll enjoy this <3

Warnings: swearing, my Spanish, referenced and mentioned violence, heavily suggestive themes, also mentioned and referenced plot of Far Cry 3 and 5

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Juan knew many people and he for sure knew his way around them.

He knew when and how to strike a great business deal, and how to get out on top with more intel and money than the other had initially offered.

But more often than not, when he got tired in the workshop, he just went out to have a drink or two - or more, it was almost always more - with an old friend. And he had many old friends. Some even more dangerous than the potentional business partners; many were ex-guerrillas, ex-CIA, ex-KGB, ex-terrorists... The list was endless.

She liked to join him sometimes; sitting down to try and make the stupid businessman talk or sitting down with a beer to listen to Juan and his old pal fool around.

That's what she planned on doing once again, after finishing a run for the man to steal some uranium from the last few remaining anti-aircraft sites. After taking the iron chest back to Zamok Archipiélago, she went straight up north, to La Raja Bar - where she knew she'll find the one and only Juan Cortez.

Arriving there though... a surprise was waiting for her there. A big fucking surprise. Juan wasn't the one sitting at the bar, waiting for her, already drunk. In fact, Juan wasn't anywhere in sight. Instead, she found an old friend there, hunched over with his elbows on the table.

She could still recognize him even after all those fucking years, even if the time had taken its toll on both of them.

And just by knowing who he was, she was sure he was the one Juan had met up with before leaving without telling her not to come.

And thank God he didn't tell her that.

"Holy shit!" she cursed as her lips turned upwards into a smile. "What's the fucking chance?"

The man turned around slowly - much slower than he did in the past -, but the very dangerous kind of calmness was still seen in the way his muscles moved. The look on his face upon realizing who was speaking to him, wasn't really surprised - she had never seen him being surprised at anything -, although it was close to it. She was pretty sure he had been going on with life like she had done, thinking they'd never see each other again. To be completely honest, for a time she believed he died - until she realized nothing could kill him, only himself.

"Long time no see, Jefe."

Vaas grinned and she took a seat right next to him, asking the bartender for two more beers. The old lady just cursed under her breath, but in the end, gave her what she asked for.

She gave one beer to Vaas and then took a sip from the other one.

"Fucking Hell, chica!" he took the bottle from her and gave her one of his signature little chuckles. "I thought the jungle ate you up alive."

"The jungle?" she questioned. "Like it had a fucking chance."

"It had one in the beginning."

They smiled at the other in a very twisted and scary way. The bartender chose to stay far away from them, and decided to mess with the old radio in the corner.

She liked knowing that nothing changed.

It all felt the same; the drinking, the talking, even the fucking looks... Although they had more scars - more than the ones they had given each other back then -, more grey hairs and a more serious drinking problem, it was as if they were back in some part of the Rook Islands, in a shitty bar.

She leand in more, her lips turning into an even wider smile, until it was a grin, and said: "It doesn't have one anymore, Jefe."

She carefully watched as his expression went through different phases. She could see the almost-smile as his lips twitched when she said that last word.

Jefe.

It was easy for her to tame him just by saying that. For some reason he liked to hear that word from her. Only her. She remembered all the times she had been tackled to the ground, rough fingers digging into her skin. It has always been easy to get what she wanted.

"I can fucking see that, chica."

His gaze was upon her knuckles, which were bruised. Small cuts littered her hands.

"Good for you." she said as she took another sip. "Nowadays not many people get to keep their eyes to look at me with."

Vaas chuckled.

"You still got your claws, tigre." his smile turned into a smirk. "No one broke them before, huh?"

"No one other than you." she teased. "Believe me, no one could do it better than you."

"Careful now, chica." his voice was just like hers, it had something to it - some teasing and some danger, just the things she liked. "You still think you can just run that mouth of yours without any consequences, ey?"

"I know I can't." her tone became low. "That's why it's fun."

Silence followed. The unsettling kind.

And then after a smirk, Vaas laughed.

And she felt as if she was on the Rook Islands again, being intentionally teased and angered, Vaas just chuckling at her reactions. But he had loved it more when she escaped. He loved her fight, he loved her nails more - enjoying when they broke his skin, leaving red lines behind. And in return, she got some thin cuts as well, mostly around her collarbone, making it impossible to hide them.

As they sat there, drinking and laughing, she wanted nothing more than to jump on him and leave marks behind again. And she was sure he wanted to do the same.

"So, what are you up to in Yara, chica?" he asked, his voice turning serious as much as it could. "Causing trouble again?"

"Sí, Jefe. Juan seemed to enjoy it so I decided to join in on the fun. Besides," she pulled down the neckline of her shirt so he could see the scar on her chest. "I got tired of Montana pretty quickly."

"Nice tattoo. You got more?"

"Only this one." she let go of her shirt. "You gave me better ones anyway."

"That I did chica."

She felt a chill run through her as he looked at her.

The want, or rather need was undeniable. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

They've been far away from sanity for a long time, and their shared insanity met them each and every time they chased the other again and again and again... She was never really sane, especially with Vaas around. He made her the person she has become. He made her want him more than she wanted anyone else.

She still remembered the time Vaas gave her the tattoo she knew he was referring too. They went out to hunt - in reality he just wanted to see her face when she hit a living, moving animal; he wanted her to know she was the one who killed it. And she shot - perfectly. She only had to give the doe one more bullet to put it down and as soon as the animal was dead, her chest started to raise and fall quickly. Yet she didn't have time to think, because one of his arms was around her waist, pulling her close. His face was burried in the crook of her neck as he laughed.

"Ahora ya no eres presa, chica." he had said. "Eres la cazadora." and his teeth broke the skin on her neck.

She had asked what it meant, not quite understanding Spanish back then.

Vaas chuckled, but translated it.

"You just became the hunter, chica. You are not prey anymore." his nose touched her ear and her breathing hitched. "Mi pequeña cazadora."

Mi. She knew that meant 'my'. And from the way he acted she knew he liked that idea. He liked it a lot.

And then his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulled it up and his knife cut into her skin. Droplets of blood ran down her hip, making her jeans red. She whimpered and grabbed onto his arm, trying to get it away, but he wouldn't move.

The letter V he had carved into her that day could still be seen just above her hip. She thought about touching it - like she always did when she was thinking about him -, but held herself back.

He didn't need to know how much she enjoyed the thought of that scar.

She finished her beer. He did too. She thought about asking for another, but since the bartender wasn't anywhere in sight, she decided against it.

She didn't know what to say.

She wanted him and she was sure he felt the same, but after all those years they both became tame. It was actually surprising to not hear him shout orders.

In the end she reached into her pocket to pay for the drinks, but just as she was about to throw the money on the counter, Vaas grabbed her wrist. Out of reflex her other hand was immediatelly on the knife which was attached to the back of her belt. Vaas just grinned.

'Good reflexes, chica.' she could hear his voice in her head.

She raised one of her eyebrows.

"No need for that, cazadora." uncomfortable tingles ran through her at the nickname and at the touch. "The puta won't ask for money. I made sure of that."

She looked at him with excitement.

Her hand let go of her knife and she concentrated on the feeling of him holding onto her wrist, almost crushing the bones.

Cazadora. He remembered, didn't he? Of course he did. He remembers fucking everything. Especially the things he had done in the past.

She knew he made her. In the jungle, in the heat. Every single time she fought him and he cut her, he made sure she'll become something else. Something... loco.

And every time she let him tackle her, cut her, kiss her and bite her, she let him form her into the insane bitch she has become.

Mi pequeña cazadora. She remembered that day in the jungle when they were hunting the doe. She remembered the dull pain when he drew the V into her skin. She remembered his breath on her skin and his grin when she leaned into him, accepting her own insanity next to his.

She felt the need grow in the pit of her stomach as Vaas held onto her.

Perhaps they weren't too old to hunt again.

"You make me fucking crazy Jefe." she said as she dropped the money, letting it fall, the coins rolling far away.

And soon they were on each other. Hands roaming free, teeth biting lips. His thumb found the letter V above her hip and she whined.

She let herself be tackled, she let him break the skin with his teeth.

No matter how different she has become, next to Vaas she didn't want to be a hunter.

Not when it was too enjoyable to be the prey.

[newpathwrites]

Arms Wide Open - Chapter 5

You felt rooted to the spot, force energy suddenly invading your psyche and pulling you back toward him like a magnet.  

You could feel his body reaching out for yours - stars, this was new.  

Taking a tentative step closer, he finally verbalized what his mind and body were so clearly wanting.

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Summary:  The misunderstanding is resolved, and your budding relationship blossoms.

Notes: We’re diverging at this point from the movie inspiration for this fic.  I personally cannot imagine jumping quickly into any sort of intimate relationship myself as a middle aged aroace spectrum person, so what you’ll see in this chapter is a slow, organic progression.

Another unexpected surprise toward the end of this chapter, a personal headcanon about Din’s past.  And Din’s greysexual/greyromantic identity will come through clearly.

Warnings: Sexual themes, language, mention of past death and grief.

Word count: 1.8k

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Din arrived at the cafe approximately a half hour early.  His desperation was probably embarrassing, but he wasn’t about to risk you leaving and losing this opportunity.

Your attitude toward him had improved considerably by the time you took your seat on the other side of the table, perhaps thanks to an intervention by his old friend.  He’d thank Karga for that later.

And ultimately, the misunderstanding was cleared up without too much drama.  You told Din calmly what you had heard, and he explained what had happened that morning, assuring you that the idiot at the center of this whole thing was harmless.

Din offered a silent prayer of gratitude to the Manda when you finally smiled at him, accepting this truth easily.  Or maybe you could sense his honesty with your powers… Either way, he was thankful.

You eased back into friendly conversation from there, shooting the breeze while you sipped on a bowl of soup until Din realized that it was nearly time to retrieve Grogu from school.  

But before this little meeting ended, he just had to know…

What were your intentions here?

Better to know now and not be disappointed later after this infatuation with you had progressed to something more difficult from which to disentangle himself.  He’d once faced a mudhorn, and yet asking you this question felt like the scariest thing he’d ever done in his life.  What if you laughed in his face?

“Flora, uhmmm…” he started, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as you cocked your head in interest, surprised now by his unsure tone.  “I just wanted to ask… do you… do you have anyone?  Are you interested in… me… possibly…?”

“I don’t have anyone,” you replied, biting your lower lip and smiling at him almost flirtatiously.  Gods, he might pass out if you looked at him like that again.  “And yes… I’m interested…if you’re available…”

Din chuckled lightly at that.  Of course he was available… 

“The only people who ever approach me are just looking to satisfy some armor kink,” he responded lightly.  “And those few looking for more aren’t interested in a man who can’t show his face,” he added more seriously, reminded of his not-meant-to-be love affair with Omera.  “So… yeah… I’m definitely available…”

You smiled broadly.

“The helmet doesn’t bother me one bit,” you responded.  “And no armor kink.  I promise.  In fact… I’d very much like to get you out of it…”

Holy shit.  

You just went there, and he wasn’t prepared at all, choking on his own tongue and sputtering a bit as he tried to respond.  Maker, how many different ways could he embarrass himself in front of you?

“Oh, Gods… I’m sorry…” you apologized, realizing your error and feeling terrible that you’d induced such a reaction.  “That was way too forward.  I haven’t done this in so long, and I seem to have lost my filter…”

Din was speechless still, probably bright red under the visor.  He’d like to get you out of your clothes, too, but he wouldn’t dare say so out loud.  

“It’s okay.  That’s… that’s good…” he finally coughed out weakly.

You just looked at him then, and the hilarity of the whole thing was just too much - two lonely, touch-starved, middle aged adults fumbling awkwardly through unfamiliar romantic advances and making absolute fools of themselves.

Raucous laughter on both your parts ensued as the other patrons turned to look toward your table.  They’d never witnessed the Mandalorian in such a state, and some of them even giggled at the sight.  

Din couldn’t even remember the last time he laughed like this.  This was all so hilariously ridiculous and yet so good at the same time.

He finally calmed himself enough to speak and cleared his throat, still a bit awkward with this whole thing.  “I think maybe we should take this… a bit slower…”

“Yes,” you nodded, chuckling.  “I’ll try to cool my thrusters…”

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And take it slow, you did - perhaps, even, excessively so… but the last thing you wanted was to overwhelm this apparently otherwise closed-off man who was so trustingly opening himself up to you.

It started simple, just meeting at the cafe during your lunch hour or perhaps taking a short walk around the town center together whenever Din was planetside, just enjoying casual conversation in a less intimate environment.

Eventually Din worked up the courage to ask you back over to his cabin for an evening to watch the new holodrama Karga had been raging about.  And things developed more steadily from there.

Soon you found yourselves in each other’s company more often than not, usually spending the twilight hours together (with Grogu in attendance) at one cabin or the other before parting for the night.

Physical intimacy advanced, too, albeit very slowly.

You knew already that Din didn’t mind if you leaned on his shoulder or held his arm, so you started there, and it went well.

So you bravely trudged forward.

You took a risk one day as you sat together on the sofa chatting amiably, taking his arm where it rested by your side and moving it yourself to wrap around your shoulders.  To your horror, he immediately pulled away… only to tug you close again after removing his vambrace.

Okay, so he was comfortable with touching you now.  That was good… really good…

Next, Din got accustomed to taking off some of his armor, allowing you to snuggle right up against his chest or rest your legs across his lap.  You were still wary of pushing too far - at times, you could sense his physical overwhelm threatening to spill over at the edges of your mind.  But clearly he was trying to adjust - and he was doing it for you.

The moment you knew he was ready for something more came unexpectedly as you stood on his doorstep one late evening bidding him goodbye.  You felt rooted to the spot, force energy suddenly invading your psyche and pulling you back toward him like a magnet.  

You could feel his body reaching out for yours - stars, this was new.  

Taking a tentative step closer, he finally verbalized what his mind and body were so clearly wanting.

“Can I… hug you?”

Maker… other men would be wanting to pull you back to their bedroom (and honestly, you would not complain in this case).  But Din… he just wanted a hug.

You stifled a small laugh.  This was, in fact, a wonderful development in your relationship… just not quite the one that you were expecting.

“Of course,” you replied warmly, making it easy for him by just going ahead and wrapping your arms around his middle, and after a moment of hesitation, he returned the gesture, holding you firmly against his chest.

The hug was unexpectedly satisfying, a simple show of affection that you’d not shared with anyone in a long time.

“I really enjoy your company, Flora… a lot…” 

There was no hesitance in those words, and it filled your heart with joy.

“Same, Din,” you replied sincerely, tilting your head back to look up at his visor.

You seemed to take his breath away for a moment with your pointed gaze, and he inhaled sharply before slowly bringing the helmet to rest against your forehead.  

And then you could feel it again - this time the weight of his feelings toward you tickling against your consciousness.  The force had never given you this much insight before.  It felt different… significant…

Did you long for intimacy of a more carnal nature?  Sure.  But you wouldn’t give up this comfortable closeness for anything.  All you wanted was Din, in whichever way you could have him.

You slept peacefully that night, dreaming of a blessed life with a faceless man and his extraordinary son by your side…

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“So… how are things with Flora?” Greef asked pointedly, taking another sip of his drink.  “She’s been walking around here with heart-eyes, but I dare say she’s a little… on edge…” 

Din and Karga often shared an afternoon drink, typically a pleasant occurrence which Din looked forward to each week.  But today, the man seemed to have an agenda.

“Spit it out, Greef.  What are you trying to say?” Din questioned.  He wasn’t good at talking around the subject.  He needed it laid out in black and white - especially when it came to the woman who had overtaken nearly all of his thoughts.

“Well, Mando,” Karga started, “I get the impression that she’s a bit… sexually frustrated…”

Din sat up straighter at that.  “And how in the galaxy would you get that impression?”

“Well,” Karga started mischievously.  “I may have purposely, accidentally listened in on a bit of girl talk in the field office…”

“Greef…” Din sighed.  “Please, I don’t want to talk about this…”

But his friend’s demeanor had turned serious.  Talking was going to happen whether Din liked it or not.

“How long has it been, Din?”

Din looked away.  He really, really didn’t want to talk about this… but Greef knew.  

One evening several years ago, when they and their comrades had settled down over a few bottles of spotchka to celebrate their victory over the pirates, inebriated chatter had somehow turned to talk of their youth - first loves, first times, youthful flings… and Din had drunkenly told Karga and Bo-Katan the entire sad story of his beloved riduur, lost in a skirmish when they were only 20 years-old - the first and only love of his life.  The first and only everything.

“Din Djarin… you’ve deprived yourself all this time?  You deserve some happiness and pleasure, my friend.  We only have this one life.”

“It’s not like that.”  Din shook his head, continuing, “I haven't been depriving myself - not with any intention, anyway.  I just… don’t have those desires… It’s not how I am.”

Karga nodded in some semblance of understanding.  “So you don’t feel quite that way about Flora… is that it?”

“Oh, no” Din huffed.  “I definitely do feel that way about Flora.  It’s been a shock to my system honestly.  I haven’t felt this way in twenty-something years.”

“Ah, so it’s all unfamiliar,” Karga replied knowingly.  “You’re nervous… but it’s like riding a speeder, Din.  I’m sure you know what goes where…”

“What if I make a fool of myself?”  Din was completely serious - disappointing you was one of his greatest fears.

Karga smiled - to see Din Djarin so lacking in confidence was quite a trip.

“Tell me, Mando.  Has she been understanding of your limitations thus far?”

Din nodded.

“And do you trust her?”

“Yeah, of course I trust her,” Din responded.

“Then it’s going to be fine, don’t you think?  Something to laugh about if it all goes wrong… and a wonderful experience for you both if it all goes right…”

Din released a slow exhale, letting go of a small burden.  This was actually a helpful conversation.

“You’re right.  Thank you, Greef.”

“You are very welcome,” the older man replied, pouring another drink.  “I’m going to watch Grogu tonight - no argument.  You two go spend some alone time together.”

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[local-crying-boy]

Success!

Viktor X GN Doctor Reader

GIF by inlovewithquestionablecharacters

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Pairing: Viktor X Gender Neutral Doctor!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, hidden feelings type beat

Warnings: talk of surgery, feeling of suffocation due to stress

Summary: When you and your partner, a Biologist called Noah, finally have a successful lung transplant on a pig in need of a lung, the two of you start screaming of joy. This makes Jayce and Viktor run into your lab, worried that one of you got injured.

Word Count: 904

Both myself and my friend @raccoonville have made our own version of this, since we both really liked the idea. Go check out theirs! Raccoonville's version

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The room had been silent for over ten hours, the silence only breaking ever so often when you asked for equipment. Tension filled the room, it was so much you were sure it was suffocating you. This hadn't been the first attempt at a lung transplant, taking a lung from a pig that died in good health and transporting it to another pig that needed it. Every other one had failed.

However, this one was different, you and Noah had felt it. You both had been so confident in this attempt that you named the pig Ivan. When you agreed on the name you had momentarily wondered if it was a good idea, but you two had quickly discarded the doubt and went on with the name.

In all honesty, you were shocked that Jayce and Viktor hadn't yet came into you and Noah's lab yet. Typically, the time you spent researching always included hours of laughing and joking so loud that Jayce and Viktor could hear you in the other room.

Once you had finished stitching up Ivan, you motioned for Noah to take him off assisted breathing. Then you waited for a few seconds, then a few more, and it felt like an eternity before the pig had taken a breath.

When he took one, then two, then three and continued to take breathes. You turn to your partner and start laughing, then so does he.

"He breathed!" You say, breathlessly laughing, "He's breathing!"

The two of you turn into screaming and laughing messes, words overlapping each other. You hug each other, jumping around in circles.

"Holy shit! We did it!" Noah shouts, one of the sentences that has been repeated who knows how much, "We did it!"

Then, quite loudly - louder than you and Noah -, Jayce flings open the door with a worried look on his face, Viktor behind him with an equally concerned face - mostly for you.

"What happened?" Jayce asks.

You proudly smile and motion to the pig, "We gave this little fellow guy a second chance at life."

Viktor takes a few steps into your lab, "It worked?"

"It worked." You echo.

"With the animal testing a success," Noah starts, "We can move on to trying to help people, the amount of people we can save so many people in the Undercity."

You nod, "We just need to monitor Ivan here and see how long recovery takes, this means that we can truly start improving people from the Undercity lives, not just saying we will - but actually doing it."

Your gaze lingers on Viktor, you want so desperately for him to be impressed with you. You had been working on this for a long time, so long you'd forgotten when you and Noah actually started this project.

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The professor was incredibly impressed with the two of you, he had quickly left you to monitor the pig and do further research. Though, you had allowed Noah to get something to eat for the two of you and drinks.

You laid on the floor, hoping that it would get rid of the ache in your back from the hours of standing. You were certain that you could fall asleep on the floor, your eyes were heavy and you could feel your body slowly going numb.

You gained alertness suddenly when you heard someone clearing their throat and a small, confused 'huh'. When you turn your head, you see Viktor, awkwardly standing by the door of your lab, which closes with a soft 'click'.

"Need something?" You ask.

He shakes his head, "Why are you on the floor?"

You shrug and rub your eyes with a hand, "It's comfortable."

You get up and walk to your desk, where you motion towards an untouched cup of coffee.

"I thought I saw Noah go and get drinks for the both of you." Viktor says.

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, they didn't realise that I had a cup. Don't worry I haven't drunk from it and it's still hot."

As he goes to pick up the mug, you turn away and walk to one of the chalk boards in your lab.

"It's fascinating." Viktor says, "Your work."

You smile and turn to him, "Thanks, Viktor. It's all possible because of Noah, he is the one who helped me out, they're the reason this all worked out as it did."

Viktor walks over to you, "Ah, see, you came up with it, then were able to get a lab. Without your efforts, there would be no project."

Your smile gets brighter, whenever Viktor complimented you it always matters more than if Jayce or Noah or even Heimerdinger did.

Though you simply laugh and shake your head, "You're too kind. I don't deserve your compliments."

"You doubt yourself too much."

"You compliment me too much."

He really didn't compliment you on your work too much, in fact, he was too busy with his own work to notice you as you did him. Though, you never knew how to react to getting complements apart from dismissing them and moving on. Viktor, however, didn't move on like the rest.

"But it is fascinating, you've successfully completed a transplant surgery, the first to even attempt to." Viktor says, "Even if you hadn't succeeded, in the future, people would continue your work because you thought of it - you tried."

He continues, "Since you didn't fail and it worked, you can improve the world - just like you said you wanted to."

You feel your face burn up, perhaps you were wrong about him not noticing you.

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a change of heart or address - chapter 1

Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: All the sides Rating: Teen & up (see Warnings) Relationships: Platonic everyone Warnings: Language; unhappy ending; characters perceiving other characters as unsympathetic (no actual unsympathetic characters); non-graphic violence; betrayal & guilt Word count: 3697 Notes: a big big thank you to @8beez for beta reading!! This is for the @sandersidesbigbang

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Summary: In which everyone gets exactly what they wanted, and nobody is even a little bit happy about it. Or: How Virgil left the dark side. Or: What happened after Accepting Anxiety?

Chapter 1

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“Holy shit,” Virgil breathed as he sank into his room. “Holy shit!” He shook out his arms, which did almost nothing for the jittery, delighted feeling coursing through him. “Holy shit,” he repeated one last time, for good measure, pushing open his door and making his way to the common room. “Guys!” 

“Oh, you’ve finally decided to take a break from your new besties to give us the time of day? How gracious,” Janus snarked from just out of sight in the kitchen. 

“I—shut up, okay—I just—” Virgil couldn’t even find it in himself to bother coming up with a retort. “Guess what happened?” 

“Oh my god your face is sparkly!” Remus launched himself over the back of the couch and sprinted towards Virgil. 

Virgil instinctively dodged, hands coming up to shield his eyes as Remus attempted to jab at them. “Hey! Hey. Nope. Those are fragile.” 

“Ooh, like Thomas’s grip on sanity.” But Remus paused mid-grab. “I won’t stab, promise. Lemme see?” 

Virgil sighed and lowered his hands; Remus immediately grabbed his face, examining his eyeshadow with interest and poking at it—not gently, but not enough to injure, which was an improvement over ten seconds ago. “’S been a while since you got like this,” he observed, swiping up some purple glitter from Virgil’s face onto his thumb. He examined it closely, sniffed it, then licked it off lasciviously—not that Virgil thought there was any other way Remus knew how to lick things. “Tastes like butterfly wings,” he announced. “But crunchier.”  

“Gross,” Virgil commented, stepping back and regaining a personal space bubble. “I—yeah, I guess it has been a while.” There hadn’t been much lately for Thomas to feel exhilarated about; this wasn’t even about a feeling of Thomas’s, strictly speaking, except in the way that Virgil being a part of Thomas technically made all of his feelings Thomas’s too. 

“So something fun happened?” Remus inquired, hoisting himself up to sit precariously cross-legged on the back of the couch.

“I—yeah,” Virgil said, the helpless grin returning to his face as he thought about what had just happened. “Yeah, I guess you could say that. I—it’s amazing, you’re not going to believe it, oh my god.”

“I doubt that,” Janus commented from the kitchen, tone still bitter enough to sting. “It’s not like they have anything all that special up there.”

“Janus—” Virgil let out a small, frustrated exhale. “Just—shut up and be happy for me, okay? Is that so hard?”

“I don’t know,” Janus snarked back, emerging from the kitchen, “is it so hard to put more effort into your relationship with your family than you do with people who barely give you the time of day?”

Alright, that hurt. Or it would have, even a couple of hours ago. But it wasn’t enough to bring Virgil down from the high of what had just happened. Of what they’d all said to him. What Thomas had said to him. “Just—listen, okay?” he said, waving Janus off.

“Yeah, I wanna hear what’s got Virgey all purple-eyes!” Remus said, conjuring up his morningstar and swinging it idly back and forth like a pendulum, not quite letting it hit the ground or his own shins, but a near thing on each pass.

Janus rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, pursed his lips, and leaned against the wall, one leg crossed in front of the other, making a show of how annoyed he was even as he gave in and waited for Virgil to speak.

“Okay, so—” Virgil hesitated, trying to decide where to start and what to leave out. “So I kind of had—not a fight, really, but—I thought I was done with the others. Done showing up for—for Thomas, when he didn’t even seem to want me, anyway.” He deliberately skipped over most of the details of how the day had begun. Angry Janus was bad enough, he didn’t need angry and worried Janus to give him a scolding over how terrible of an idea ducking out was. He was plenty aware, thanks.

“This isn’t fun so far,” Remus complained.

“I don’t know, I’m having a great time,” Janus countered, still sounding annoyed but softer. Probably because so far Virgil had only talked about being upset with the Others.

Well. That wouldn’t last.

“But I was wrong,” he rushed on. “I thought they didn’t care about me, and I was wrong. They all showed up because they wanted me around, they wanted to—to apologize for some of the stuff that’s gone down between us, to make it right, and—” He sucked in a breath. Rip the bandaid off. “Guys. Thomas accepted me.”

The silence was almost deafening. Remus’s eyes were round and he seemed genuinely speechless. Janus straightened, an unreadable but dreadfully intense look on his face as he stared directly at Virgil for the first time this entire conversation.

“Well,” Janus said coolly. “You were right. I don’t believe it.”

“Wow,” Remus said, tone off and a little forced. “That’s—you’re sure?”

“Yeah.” Virgil’s gut twinged. This wasn’t how this had been supposed to go. Now that it came down to it, he wasn’t sure why he’d expected celebration. All the same, he’d thought they’d have at least made an effort to be happy for him. Off-kilter now and desperate to save the situation, he rushed on, “Yeah, he for real accepted me and said he thinks I’m—like—an important part of him, that he needs me and even kind of wants me around. And—and the others were all kind of the same about it. Princey even said I make them better.” Virgil bit back a grin at the memory. He’d been convinced Roman hated his guts. If even Roman had been willing to apologize and bridge the gap—well. It meant a lot.

“Oh, great.” Remus rolled his eyes, and Virgil realized abruptly that perhaps Roman might not be the greatest talking point for the current audience.

“Listen—” he began.

“No, no.” Remus waved him away. “I’m so glad to hear that Mr Kiss-Up has decided he wants you around. Good for you. His opinions are always so thought out and great.” 

Virgil huffed. “Look, just because you get all pissy that Thomas likes him better than you—” 

“Virgil Anxiety Sanders!” Janus said sharply. 

“—doesn’t mean that I have to hate everything about him!” Virgil hunched his shoulders defensively under Janus’s glare. “What? It doesn’t!” 

“That is no way to talk about—” Janus began.

“No, shut up, Jan,” Remus said, pointing at Janus with his morningstar. (Janus raised his eyebrows, but complied.) “Virge—when did you get so boring?”

Virgil crossed his arms.

“No, seriously,” Remus went on. “I thought you came down here to tell us something cool.”

That stung. “Thomas accepted me,” Virgil said sharply.

“Funny.” Remus ran a finger idly along the morningstar, weaving between its spikes. “That didn’t seem to be the main event in that little speech you just gave. The others took up most of your talking points.” He pursed his lips. “Wasn’t it just last week we spent all evening talking about how fun it would be to tear Roman’s arms off? Isn’t Morality—what was it you said—‘overbearing and stifling, even when he’s trying to be nice’? And we all know how annoying Logic gets.” He frowned, letting the morningstar topple from where he’d been holding it up, catching it before it hit the ground, and setting it swinging like a pendulum. “Why would you care what they think of you? They’re boring. Why would you want to be like them?” He pointed the morningstar at Virgil, a sudden, sweeping movement.

Virgil flinched and took a step back. Bad move, he realized even before he was done. Reacting to Remus in an argument was as good as baiting him.

Sure enough, Remus grinned like a pouncing cat, stepping forward to close the gap again; he caught Virgil under the chin  with a single spike of the morningstar, not quite pressing hard enough to break the skin. “C’mon,” he taunted. “Are you just like them now?”

A shiver of nerves went through Virgil in spite of himself. He pushed the morningstar away and stepped out of range again. “Leave it alone, Remus,” he said, quiet and very careful not to let any of the sudden anxiety translate over to his voice. Remus wouldn’t hurt him. Not really. He knew that.

…But Remus would be happy to hurt anyone he referred to as them in that tone of voice.

“Going to keep hanging out with them instead of us?” Remus went on wildly. “Have cute little tea parties? Talk about how great it is checking everything you say to make sure it meets Morality’s standards. Let Logic shut you up. Sounds great, doesn’t it?” He gestured forcefully with the morningstar.

“They—” Virgil swallowed, his mouth unpleasantly dry. “They’re not—actually all that bad. Once you get to know them.”

“Once they indoctrinate you, you mean.” Remus punctuated his words with a crack of morningstar against floorboard, inches from Virgil’s toes.

Virgil bit the inside of his cheek. Remus did stuff like that all the time. It didn’t mean anything. It hadn’t been meant to hit him. Probably.

“What’s the matter with you?” Remus complained. “Maybe we should just let them have you if you’re going to keep being this boring. I guess you’d like that, huh?” He pointed the morningstar at Virgil again.

“Can you just shut up and stop overreacting?” Virgil snapped, stepping back again and keeping his eyes on the morningstar. “It doesn’t have to be us or them, Remus!”

Remus gave him a flat look, lowering the morningstar. “You know that’s not true,” he said, more seriously than his wild ranting of a second ago. He frowned. “Or, you used to.” The morningstar began swinging through the air again. “Have you fucking forgotten why we have separate floors of the house? You think Morality or Logic would be so happy for you to stick around if you asked to invite me or Jan upstairs? Just because you think you’re special now doesn’t mean anything’s changed!”

“I don’t think I’m spe—”

“You do.” Remus swung the morningstar back and forth in frustration, making it pass uncomfortably close to Virgil’s nose. “You clearly fucking do. Just because Thomas will let you stick around, you think you can be just like them.”

Virgil took another step back and bumped into the banister, which made him realize he’d been backing towards the stairs up to the other sides’ dwellings. Shit. Not a good look in response to Remus’s accusations.

“Maybe before Roman remembers he hates you,” Remus snapped viciously, “you can hang out over on his side of the Imagination, with glitter unicorns in a meadow or some childish shit like that, and you can crow together about being Thomas’s—fucking—favorites!” He slammed the morningstar against the banister, cracking one of the supports and setting Virgil’s heart pounding.

“Remus, calm down,” he begged.

“Why?” Remus snarled, yanking the morningstar free of the banister. “You want to pretend everything’s all sunshine and rainbows like they always do? Is it fucking inconvenient for you to admit everything’s not perfect? So I should just shut up, Remus and let everyone else run Thomas, just like always?”

“That’s not what I’m saying—shit—” Virgil dodged the morningstar. “Janus, tell him that’s not what I meant!”

“I don’t know,” Janus said coldly, “wouldn’t Morality be upset if you asked me to lie for you?”

Virgil closed his eyes, willing himself to stay calm. “Listen, I don’t know what your deal with Patton is—”

“My deal with him is that I don’t like people who hurt my family, Virgil. And I don’t forget it and run to be their lapdog as soon as I’m fed a scrap of pity.” Janus glared at him. “Unlike some people.”

“That is not what this is,” Virgil insisted.

“Then what is it, Virgil?” Janus challenged.

“Yeah, what is it, Virgey?” Remus echoed in a mocking affectation of Janus’s tone, slinging the morningstar over his shoulder.

“I just—” Virgil let out a sharp sigh of frustration. “They’re different now, okay? They really have changed.”

“For you, maybe.” Remus rolled his eyes. “From where I’m sitting, they’re just the same as always.”

“Maybe if you toned it down a little—” Virgil realized it was the wrong thing to say as soon as the words left his lips.

Remus’s face darkened. “You’re starting to sound like him, too.”

Virgil didn’t need to ask who him was.

“Huh,” Remus went on, voice cold and dangerous now, “maybe you are just one of them.”

“No—Remus—” Virgil swallowed and stepped back once more. His shoulders hit the wall, an answering wave of terror hitting him as he realized he was cornered, and no longer certain he was as safe around Remus as he’d always known he was.

Remus hefted the morningstar. “I mean, apparently Thomas himself said so, huh? Said you should get star treatment?” He raised his weapon and swung.

Virgil broke. He flung his arms to shield his head, terror thrumming through him, and screamed, “Roman!”

The sound of his Tempest Tongue almost drowned out the thunk of metal on—wood. Not flesh and not drywall.

Virgil opened his eyes.

The morningstar was buried in the banister once again. It hadn’t been aimed anywhere near Virgil. Remus’s grip on it had gone lax, and he was staring at Virgil in shock. Confusion, even.

Virgil’s insides began to crumple with the realization that he had well and truly fucked up.

“What the fuck, Virgil?” Remus choked out after an awful silence.

“I just—” Virgil’s voice came out wavering and thin under the accusatory stare. “You—the morningstar—” He looked away. “I thought you meant it.”

“Of course I didn’t fucking mean it! I was just mad!” Remus sounded hurt, and Virgil couldn’t remember the last time that had happened, which made it so much worse. “I thought you didn’t mean it either, I thought we’d fuck around and yell at each other for a bit like we usually do and—and then Jan would make us fucking tea and tell us to grow up, and it’d go back to normal!”

The door at the top of the stairs opened. “Virgil?” Roman called, sounding alarmed. “Are you alright?” He stepped fully through the door, his katana in his hand, and Virgil cringed at how bad the timing was.

Roman’s gaze swept from Virgil, still pressed against the wall, to Remus and the damaged banister before him, and his expression turned from concern to a scowl. “What are you doing to him, you fiend?”

Remus’s face closed up, rearranging itself into rage. “I guess I mean it now,” he spat bitterly at Virgil, grabbing his morningstar and swinging to block Roman as his twin charged down the stairs at him.

“Take it outside,” Janus snapped, springing into motion as the twins crashed into the living room, knocking over a sidetable; Roman’s katana nearly sliced open the couch on a wide swing that Remus easily dodged. His next move was to slam his morningstar directly into his twin’s face—Roman sprang back, but one of the spikes caught him near the temple, leaving a wide scratch welling with bright, wet red.

Janus’s staff materialized in his hands as he marched over from the kitchen, giving the grappling Creative sides a wide berth; he stopped by the wall and briskly knocked on it with his staff. It opened up under his touch almost immediately—the common area had always been the most responsive to him—and created a doorway to the Imagination.

“Outside,” Janus repeated, firm and loud, and he brought the staff down with a smack on Remus’s shoulder to get his attention. “Hey! I am not washing blood out of the carpet for you again. Move!” He herded the twins towards the door he’d created, keeping at a distance as well as he could.

“Virgil, are you okay?” Patton’s voice called from above.

Virgil turned, looking back up the stairs, and saw Patton’s worried face peering down at him from the doorway at the top, with Logan hovering just beyond. “I—” he began, and choked off into uncertain silence, not knowing what to say. I think I just betrayed my best friend for you would perhaps not fly.

Patton took the bare reply as a cue to scramble down the stairs and wrap Virgil in a hug anyway. Virgil stiffened in alarm for an instant, but the warmth and comfort overwhelmed him, and he found himself curling into Patton’s grasp and clutching Patton’s shirt in his fists, clinging to the other Side and desperately fighting the urge to break down entirely.

Janus slammed closed the door he’d created in the wall, having successfully shepherded the fighting twins out into the rolling, thorny-vine-laden fields of the Imagination. Remus’s half, of course; Janus may have objected to fighting indoors and getting blood all over the furniture, but Virgil knew he certainly wasn’t about to try and make things easy on Roman, either. Janus rested his hands on the wall for a moment, his head bent and his shoulders heaving with deep breaths. He drew in a final breath, straightened his shoulders, and drew himself up to his full height before turning on his heel. “Get out.”

“Hey now,” Patton began in his gentle-warning voice.

Janus shot an icy glare and stalked across the room, coming to a stop before Virgil and ignoring Patton entirely. He placed one finger beneath Virgil’s chin, tipping his face up to force the eye contact Virgil was trying so desperately to avoid. “Get. Out,” he repeated, his breath ghosting disdainfully across Virgil’s face.

“Jan—” Virgil protested weakly.

“I’m sorry,” Janus interrupted, “do I look like I care what kind of excuse you plan to come up with for that little stunt? Do you honestly think you deserve another chance after saying something like that to Remus?”

Virgil swallowed. He couldn’t help but agree. “Jan—” he whispered again.

“Don’t call me that,” Janus said icily. “You know, I thought you at least still cared about us.”

Virgil winced and closed his eyes.

“Deceit,” Patton said, his gentle-warning voice getting less gentle.

“Pat—don’t. Let him talk,” Virgil said.

“I don’t think this is appropriate—”

“Let him finish,” Virgil said, even though all his insides were shriveling into a dead little ball of shame and Janus was no doubt about to make it worse.

“No, no,” Janus said. “If dear darling Pat here doesn’t think it’s appropriate, I’m sure that just makes everything all better.”

Virgil gritted his teeth, pulling away from Patton and facing Janus. “Just—say whatever it is, Janus. Alright? Just—just fucking tell me I’m a piece of shit and you hate me, or whatever it is. Just get to your fucking point, already.”

“Oh, so demanding. You simply have to be the center of everything, don’t you, Virgil?” Janus sneered. “I didn’t think you’d stoop so low.” He clucked his tongue. “Perhaps I never knew you after all.”

“No, I—Janus, please—it was—it was just a dumb mistake.” Virgil clutched the inside of his hoodie sleeves, trying to wipe the sweat off his palms.

“Well. At least we agree on something,” Janus said coldly. “Now, get out, and don’t you dare to come back and act like this is your home anymore. Is that clear? You’ve made it very clear where you think you belong.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Virgil pled, not really believing it would do anything but desperate to try anyway.

Janus stared at him for a moment, his face an awful blank, only the tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth giving away how much he was hiding. “Tell that to Remus,” he said after a long moment.

Virgil winced and looked away.

“That’s what I thought,” Janus said, his voice a quiet, angry knife twisting in Virgil’s side. “Now leave.”

“Deceit—” Patton began, stepping half in front of Virgil.

“Pat—Patton, no.” Virgil caught him by the shoulder. “Let’s just—go,” he mumbled, avoiding Janus’s eyes and tugging Patton towards the stairs.

Patton held Janus’s gaze for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh and gave in to Virgil’s urging.

“I hope you’re fucking happy,” Janus snapped when they were halfway up the stairs.

Virgil flinched and looked back—but Janus was looking at Patton.

“Is this what you fucking wanted?” Janus demanded. “Fine. You win again. You get everything I want. Are you happy, Patton? Is this fair? Is it what’s right?”

Patton’s shoulders were stiff, his hand resting protectively on Virgil’s arm. “I think it’s right for everyone to feel safe and welcomed in their home,” he said, his voice holding the slightest tremor. “And that’s not what I saw here tonight.”

“Oh!” Janus flung his hands in the air. “Oh, well if that’s all! You came, you saw, and you passed your judgment. That’s right. It’s always my fault. How could I forget?”

Patton shook his head and turned away without another word, wrapping his arm around Virgil’s shoulders and guiding him up the stairs once more.

“Ask him what he did,” Janus snapped.

Virgil tensed, but Patton didn’t stop.

“Ask Virgil what he did, Patton,” Janus repeated. “See if you still think everything lines up to your cute little good-or-bad worldview then.”

“Logan,” Patton said evenly as he and Virgil came to the top of the stairs, “can we make up a bed for Virgil tonight with the extra blankets from the cupboard, do you think?”

“Certainly.” Logan straightened his tie. “Let me go retrieve those.”

“Or ignore me,” Janus called after them. “That’s fine. You’re so good at it. At ignoring everything that makes you uncomfortable or inconvenienced. How could I forget?”

Patton sighed. “Come on, Virgil,” he said, and shut the door behind them.

[sugamamacustard]

Come see me

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo X Omega! Reader

Genre: Minor Angst, but other than that, fluffy cuddle piles. 

Request: Hi kinda nervous to request this since I'm very shy but..Is it okay to request a scenario where omega reader is feeling very insecure and jealous after idk like some new person comes in the pack and everyone is paying attention to them and reader feels very neglected but keeps quiet, starts spending more time with their friends and avoids the pack and their alpha. And then the pack plus alpha notices and drags reader back, and reassures them, and the entire pack cuddles and hug reader. Kinda like angst to fluff. Could be any team and any alpha. Though I prefer kuroo and nekoma. Sorry if it's too long I've always wanted an imagine like this. You don't have to do it if you don't wanna tho! I was just asking :)Have a good day💜

Summary:  Being a manager for Nekoma was a thankless job, but one you were proud to do. You were surrounded by alphas who wanted what was best for you and in turn, you wanted what was best for them. However, sometimes what’s best for them...may not be best for you or your omega.

Warnings: Jealous omega! reader, reader almost goes into an omega depression, small angst,

Author’s Note: No need to be shy, darling! This is my first request for this blog so I’m super excited to write this and to fulfill my first request.!

Requests: Open!

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵ Originally, the idea of another manager for the Nekoma team excited you.

➵ You were really pumped to have an extra set of hands on board to help keep scores, or pick up balls, or put up and take down nets. 

➵ To have someone else to joke and laugh with on the sidelines while Yaku was yelling at Lev, or to assist you in prying Kenma’s switch from his hands so he can eat.

➵ Having another manager seemed like such a good idea. A new friend for the pack. 

➵ Until it wasn’t. 

➵ Ichika was a kind and sweet girl in class 2-B (You were in 2-D), and originally you and her got along well.

➵ Your omega didn’t outright hate her, more of an indifference, and your personalities melded well together.

➵ And from what you’ve heard from her friends, she talked about the boys on the volleyball team a lot.

➵ So you figured she would be a good fit. 

➵ However, you weren’t certain on it anymore.

➵ Maybe she was too good of a fit. 

➵ ‘You’re being silly’ You told yourself. 

➵ ‘She’s getting to know the team, that’s all’ You practically chanted in your head like a mantra.

➵ ‘She’s honing in on our pack. Our alpha.’ Your omega sneered, padding in a circle before flopping down, growling lowly.  You tried reminding her that Kuroo was nothing more than a captain. 

➵ An attractive captain who who you found yourself finding every opportunity in the book to talk too. But that was fine print. 

➵ He was not your alpha. He was the commanding alpha of the volleyball team, but not yours. 

➵ And maybe that was what hurt most. Knowing you had Zero claim on anyone in the pack, therefore you had no right to demand the attention.

➵ They gave their attention to who they wanted. 

➵ Even if nowadays, it seemed to be Ichika more and more often then not. 

➵ It hurt, when you both would be sitting on the sidelines and Inuoka would brush right past you to chat with Ichika.

➵ Or when you both would be passing out towels and water bottles and they only thanked her. 

➵ It began hurting to the point you had to bite down whines or whimpers. Your omega was upset, therefore you were even more upset. But they seemed happy,

➵ Who were you to ruin that? 

➵ Just because you saw them as pack, doesn’t mean they saw you in the same light. 

➵ You tried pushing away that god awful thought, but it was planted and nothing was moving it. 

➵ And whether you noticed it or not, you were acting on that thought.

➵ You didn’t stay after practice for anyone, instead cleaning up quickly and efficiently while the boys were in the change room. 

➵ Leaving behind your notes for that day’s practice along with the gym keys right in front of the door. 

➵ You didn’t wait for anyone and took a different way home so no-one would try to walk with you.

➵ You needed to separate from them, even if it hurt. Even if you cried on the way home. Even if you stayed in your nest from the minute you got home to the minute you had to leave for school the next day.

➵ Even if your meals got smaller and smaller. 

➵ You never sat with the team anymore, Ichika taking your spot like she belonged there. 

➵ Instead you sat with a group of friends from your class. They never asked any questions, which you were thankful for. 

➵ You began wearing scent blocking patches to hide your scent, hide the sour note that almost always accompanied it. 

➵ You just...tried to disappear. You still fulfilled your manager duties as you always did, but never more. 

➵ Never gave words of encouragement. No pointers on how to improve. No jokes on Lev’s behalf. No nothing. 

➵ And holy shit, that Irked Kuroo. 

➵ He was always so excited for practices at the end of the day because that was when he would get to show off in front of you. 

➵ Prove he was a strong alpha. 

➵ He would admit, he liked you...A lot. He was even working on a future courting gift (It was a bracelet with intricate beading that looked almost like a cuff) but was having a few difficulties so couldn’t gift it to you yet.

➵ However, you were pulling away. 

➵ Away from him. Away from the pack. Just away. 

➵ You barely even glanced their way anymore.

➵ During practice, you just sat there, completed homework, then took notes. He never saw you after that.

➵ He tried to pack up as fast as he possibly could at the end of practice but was always late. You were always, without fail, gone. No trace of you ever being there except the notes you left in your wake with the keys. 

➵ His alpha kept barking at him to stop you. To come up with any excuse to keep you here long enough for him to walk you home in the very least. But you were always gone.

➵ He tried everything, but you seemed one step ahead of him. 

➵ His alpha blamed Ichika. Ever since she showed up you began pulling away.

➵ Were you jealous? Were you angry with them for trying to keep her away?

➵ They only put up with her because it was obvious you didn’t like her. So they tried keeping her away. 

➵ Was that backfiring on them? 

➵ Kuroo didn’t even know why there was another manager. You were perfect for them. Like a puzzle piece. Their personal cheerleader. 

➵ Maybe school was piling on you?

➵ No. You always went to him for help.

➵ Maybe the duties were too much?

➵ No because you were still doing them all.

➵ Come to think of it, what was Ichika even doing? 

➵ She did nothing except fawn over them and purr over their skills, which was nice for the ego boost at first, but soon just got annoying when she tried scenting them.

➵ It seemed she was fixated on him especially, trying to rub her neck all over him only for him to push her off with a growl. He had only scented two people in his life. 

➵ Kenma, because he needed the practice, and you, which was why he practiced. 

➵ And he planned to keep it that way. 

➵ But you were still staying away. So he scented no one. 

➵ The final straw was a Friday practice. 

➵ You were sitting a ways a way in the corner, doing your work with your jacket wrapped in front of you like a boundary. 

➵ His heart hurt at the thought of you feeling the need to recluse yourself like this.

➵ He made a motion to Kenma, his co-commanding alpha, who nodded before making his way to you. 

➵ As he should’ve predicted, Ichika intercepted him. She tried to hug him, but he dodged, side stepping and trying to get to you, but she persisted.

➵ “Why don’t you give me the same attention you give her, huh? Rumor has it she’s been bordering on dropping for days, nothing but attention seeking in my humble opinion.”

➵   He paused in his efforts, looking down to her once more.

➵ “I’m sorry?” 

➵ Ichika rolled her eyes. “It’s been all over school. Surprised you haven’t heard. She skips lunch more often than not, nowadays. People have even started bets as to when she finally drops. Real shame though. Gonna miss having someone else do all the work.”

➵ You were missing lunches. Lunches were meals he could guarantee you ate, and you suddenly weren’t doing so anymore. He was failing you.

➵ You were dropping right under their noses and as your pack they were watching it happen. 

➵ As your head alpha, and hopefully future alpha, he was watching you drift away and ultimately fade from him.

➵ He was watching this happen?!

➵ What part of this was okay?! None of it. 

➵ He was loosing you. Hell, if he hadn’t lost you already. 

➵ No. You were here, at school, He still had time. He still had a chance. He still had- his jacket and bento. 

➵  Turning tail, the alpha made his way to his bag, digging out the bento (Come to think of it, he hadn’t been eating much since this whole debacle started anyway) and grabbing his jacket before making his way to you once more.

➵ He didn’t pay any mind to Ichika, this time fully shoving past her to get to you. 

➵ You looked up to him skeptically, watching as the alpha, the head alpha, bent to lay on his knees, slowly putting the bento on his jacket and sliding it in front of you. 

➵ Your heart and mind were going a mile a minute as you watched the commanding fucking alpha of the pack, bow to you. Ask for your permission to get close to you. 

➵ What-

➵ “Hi?”

➵ Kuroo said nothing in return, only lowering his chin to the ground, looking up to you. Almost waiting for you to allow him closer. 

➵ When you said nothing he motioned towards the bento with a nod of his head. He was almost like a pup with how minimal his actions were. 

➵ When you slowly took the bento, he raised in time with the box, watching you open it. when you popped a small bit of rice into your mouth. He purred loudly, slowly inching closer. He laid his jacket over yours, adding another layer to your barrier, which you slowly moved to allow him in. 

➵ He crawled into your space, slowly moving your books and bag to nuzzle into your neck. You allowed him to, eating more rice-- which seemed to appease him. 

➵ One by one, more of the teammates came by, offering their jackets to your now makeshift nest, joining in on the cuddle pile. 

➵ All but Ichika, who seemed to angrily stomp about while cleaning up the few stray volleyballs. 

➵ But you didn’t really care about her at this point. 

➵ Your omega was at peace, especially with the alpha you���ve been pinning after purring into your neck, scenting you and pressing small kisses to your neck.

➵ This was your pack. Your home.

➵ And they wouldn’t let you fall behind. 

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

counter point, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You enrage your perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, by being overtly sexual and inappropriately licking your kitchen counter. Why? Because you can and he's going to get horny regardless. He's going to chase after you with a spoon, so you better run!

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; shower smut (fem reader, handjob, thigh riding, nipple play, marking / scratching, fingering, multiple orgasms, one pussy slap); too much wasted water, RIP; non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts; please help Jungkook, he's just trying to eat shaved ice, not pop a boner (he does anyway)

yes, the title is a pun it's the best laid plans couple and they're crackheads no need to read the first one, but it's there if you want more

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“Don’t.”

You grinned at your boyfriend (Cheshire-cat-style, but make it sexy).

“Listen to me, do not do it.”

You extended you tongue (lizard-style, still sexy).

Jeon Jungkook, your boyfriend currently making shaved ice, narrowed his dark brown eyes at you and barked your name sharply (angry-mother-scolding-their-child-style, but make it the hottest man on the fucking planet who you were down to get railed by every second of every day). His ash-blond hair flared out around his strong features, adding to his (horny) fury.

He could pretend to be mad, but you knew better.

You licked the kitchen counter.

“Fucking damnnit!”

You cackled as you licked the fallen syrup and ice combination that was on the kitchen counter, slurping up the fallen solider (a valiant fight, but Jungkook had missed the bowl by accident and he deserved an honorable death).

“I told you I was getting a towel!” Jungkook hissed furiously, shaking the white towel with the cute pink bunny character on it. “Don’t be a nasty heathen!”

“What’s nasty about our kitchen counters?” you countered (ey, yeah, see what happened there). “We clean them all the time.”

You leaned down again and licked the counter, pressing your tongue flat against the granite and making Jungkook growl, to which your responded with wiggling your eyebrows. He shook the towel at you again, but didn’t advance.

“Back, you fiend.”

You straightened and grinned, sauntering over to him and the towel he was using like a rosary and you were the demon he was trying to exorcise (he wasn’t pure enough to be a priest, but then again, that might be your fault).

“But I need the towel to clean up the mess,” you chirped, grinning cheerfully as you closed your hand around the cloth, holding it for a little too long, letting your eyes linger on his tense face, taking in his chiseled jaw, shapely lips, and flashing dark brown eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

You smiled.

Ran your tongue over your upper lip.

“Like what?”

Jungkook looked like he wanted to murder you and fuck you.

(Not at the same time; that would be some serial killer shit.)

“Stop fucking teasing me when you’re not gonna do anything,” he grumbled, pouting slightly as you snatched the towel from him and wiped the counter that you had already licked clean.

“Who, me?” you replied innocently, grabbing the sponge to clean off the granite before wiping the spot once more. “I would never, ever tease you, Jungkook.”

He narrowed his eyes at you until they were lines and jammed his spoon into his shaved ice. “You never wanna fuck right after I work out.”

“Speaking of working out.” You pointed to his large bowl of shaved ice covered in syrup. “Should you have sweets right after working out?”

He clicked his tongue. “I drank my protein shake and I’m hot. Leave me alone.” He shoved a large spoonful into his mouth, still glaring.

(Oh, you’re hot, all right.)

“What a coincidence.”

Jungkook’s eyes shifted in suspicion as you spun around him. “Do I wanna know what’s a coincidence…?”

“I’m also hot.”

And you grabbed the bottom of your oversized sweatshirt (it was his) and pulled it up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear. You threw it at Jungkook’s crotch before prancing out of the kitchen.

“Alright, first of all–”

“Lachimolala,” you sang nonsensically, heading off to the bedroom. “I thought you wanted to be alone?”

Jungkook stomped after you, clutching his bowl and still shoving shaved ice in his mouth as he very loudly put in his two cents and pointedly ignored your comments (a skill he developed while dating you, mysterious why that would be).

“I know you’re hot, you’re insanely hot and that’s not fair, and, second, you can’t just take off your clothes and expect me not to follow you, and, three, let me fuck you, damnnit!”

You stuck your head out of the bedroom door and your tongue out of your mouth. “No. You stinky.”

Jungkook looked livid, still holding his spoon and bowl. “Don’t make me put this spoon down, woman.”

“Oh nooooooo, Jungkookie has a spoon, oh nooo!”

“Gimmie those titties! Get your ass over here right now!”

You ran to the bathroom and turned the water on, throwing off your underwear in record time, only for Jungkook to show up and get smacked in the face with your bra and panties (awesome, your aim was improving, all those hours playing FPS games was a sound investment).

Jungkook snarled and shook his head, blond hair flying everywhere, holding his bowl of shaved ice protectively as your underwear scattered around him. He looked ready to scold you, only to freeze and see you standing at the open glass shower door, fully naked.

Grinning.

(Checkmate, he totally wanted to bone you. His shorts were doing nothing to hide his massive tent.)

“See ya.”

And you slunk into the shower and hot water, snapping the door closed behind you, Jungkook fuming and crossing the space in two steps (damn, can you say legs, holy shit) and yanked open the shower door.

“You fucking brat–”

You smirked, water running down your body, tipping your head back to soak your hair, reaching up to slick it back with your tits up. His dark brown eyes ballooned to the size of Dragon Balls (those are pretty big balls, no cap). His shaved ice was rapidly melting from the steam.

A full ten seconds past.

(Kinda cold, bro, please close the door.)

You maintained your smirk, rolling your shoulders to cascade water down your body, down your breasts, dripping off your nipples, curling around the curve of your waist, streaming in rivets across the expanse of your thighs and ass, doing a little half-spin. Jungkook choked a little, eyes completely fixated to your body. You (completely unnecessarily, of course) placed a hand in between your breasts, splaying out your fingers, gliding it down your stomach, making a detour for your hip, sinking your nails into it (his bowl was tipping very dangerously now and the ice was half-gone), curving back to the inside of your thigh and squeezing your thighs around your hand.

(Okay, for real, you can close the door now, Jungkook.)

“Your shaved ice is melting.”

Jungkook started, picking up his jaw off the floor, and whipped his head to his bowl of now sweet ice water. He closed the shower door (finally!) and you breathed out a sigh of relief, finally wiggling under the showerhead to wash away the goosebumps and your frozen tits (you suffered for a good cause, but still), hearing your boyfriend straight-up slurp the rest of his shaved ice (it was practically a drink by now anyway). You pumped some shampoo in your hand and casually started working it into your hair before half-screaming as the door opened again and a very naked, very horny Jungkook invaded your personal space and pinned you against the shower wall.

(You weren’t expecting his speedrun of stripping, that must have been a fucking record!)

You blinked rapidly, trying to swipe the water out of your eyes.

“Jung–”

You didn’t expect to get anything out but you said one syllable before his lips crashed onto yours, spraying water everywhere as he half-entered the raining showerhead (still a bit stinky, tsk tsk), pressing his body against yours, jabbing you with his rock-hard dick (rude). You yelped in his mouth, but he didn’t seem to care (probably thought you deserved it, rude), taking your tongue and sucking on it, making you moan, driving his thigh in between yours and pushing it up, water suddenly gushing onto your heat and then hard muscle, you gasping at the contact, tipping your head back with a soft whimper.

Opening your eyes to a slight sting and Jungkook’s half-wet hair, dark silvery-blond curls around his smirking face, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“Not so high and mighty now, hm?”

(Fuck, he’s so fucking hot.)

Your eye began to sting very badly.

(Shit.)

“There’s shampoo in my eye,” you choked out.

“Oh shi–”

There was a brief intermission of water torture as Jungkook shoved your head under the showerhead and you did the awkward dance of one eye half-open, half-closed, rinsing out the soap residue while holding your breath and trying not to drown (beauty, grace, and blindness, the trifecta, right?). You yanked your head out with a gleeful sucking in of air, pushing your hair away from your forehead.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked worriedly.

“Why is no-tears shampoo only for babies?” you complained, wiping your eyes. “Don’t they know horny adults get accosted in the middle of showering sometimes and need that shit? They need to put a warning or I’ll sue.”

He laughed, rich, full, and wonderfully sexy. “I don’t think you’d – ah!”

The second Jungkook let his guard down, you grabbed his dick (sucker), and started pumping him with a flick of your wrist, grinning wildly. He gasped and tried to back up, but you pinned his thigh in between yours and rubbed your slick pussy on his muscle, causing him to sway slightly and plant his hands on the wall beside your head, gasping your name.

“O-oh, fuck…”

You used your other hand to grab his chin and pull him closer, kissing him hungrily, a slightly awkward angle but it didn’t matter because you had him in the palm of your hand now (literally), jacking him off with one and the other stroking his jaw, shuddering at his tongue flitting in your mouth, snaking your own out to meet his, fuck, such soft lips, and he still tasted a little sweet from his icy snack lingering on his tongue. Your hand slid back and cupped his head, fingers in his wet ash-blond hair, rolling your hips on his leg and pumping his swelling length in the other, getting him extra hard again, both of you moaning at the lovely pop of the head being squeezed by your thumb and index, before going right back to furiously kissing as you increased the speed and pressure.

Jungkook always complained about how you never worked out with him, but you always rebutted that said workouts never started because you two were too busy eating face.

(Also, why work out when you can fuck? More fun, more pleasure, less hating yourself as you complete the thirtieth sit-up. Clearly, your boyfriend failed to see the logic.)

“Jungkook, ah…”

One of his strong hands around your waist, arching your back, kissing down your neck, matching your pace with his hips, moaning into your skin, raising his leg even higher as he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of your nipples. Now the angle was really awkward, but you refused to give up, readjusting slightly, faster, harder, his mouth all over you, sucking hard, whimpering your name, your arm burning (and he wondered why you had biceps, sheesh), and you clamped his thigh in between yours, the real pleasure being how Jungkook moaned, throwing his head back, your name tumbling from his lips, so sexy with his dripping blond locks stuck to his cheeks, tendons standing out on his neck with the strain, thrusting into your hand to increase the pleasure and your arm was going to give out any second now but you just couldn’t, not yet.

“So fucking sexy,” you panted, your free hand tracing his jaw, shoving your thumb into his open lips, sinking your nails into his cheek because he was yours, all yours, and he didn’t care if you marked him up, his eyes rolling back, loving your roughness, wanting it. “Cum for me, come on, Jungkook,” you growled, even faster, even harder, thumb pressed into his lolling tongue and he whined, deep and feral, a mixed gargle of your name and pure ecstasy, cock jerking in your hand, spilling out over your thigh and the shower wall, hot sticky strings before being washed away, you dragging his face to yours, removing your thumb to kiss him again, sighing in relief now that you could slow, squeezing his twitching cock, feeling it drip down your fingers and smearing it all over his now-sensitive skin.

“So good, fuck, you’re so good…”

His hands all over your back, running his nails up and down, ravenous, messy kisses. Your hand stilled, arm burning, but somehow it didn’t matter, adrenaline and lust too much, and you wanted to hold him too, snaking your arms around his waist and digging your nails into his broad back, both of you moaning in unison as your ran lines of pleasure across each other’s backs, hips to hips, wet bodies rolling into each other, your drenched pussy on his hard thigh and his spent cock against your soft thigh.

“My arm almost died,” you gasped, his nails raking down to your hips, sinking into your ass.

“Heh, sorry,” Jungkook snickered (you suspected he wasn’t very sorry). “That’s what you get for teasing me.” (And you were right, hmph.) “This is why you should work out.” (This guy…)

You raised an eyebrow. “So I can make you cum in literal seconds? Your funeral.”

He paused, shifting his eyes. He seemed to be mentally struggling with the idea. “You look so fucking hot in workout clothes though,” he pouted, leaning down to press his chin against your breasts.

Uh oh, Jungkook was giving you puppy eyes now.

“I can wear workout clothes without actually working out,” you frowned. “And you never let me work out anyway because you’re too busy ogling me, and then you jump me mid-squat.”

He groaned, kneading your ass in his hands. “Your ass just looks so fucking good in leggings though… and the way your tits bounce, fuck…”

(Hello, Jungkook? You could, maybe, just look at the naked wet body in front of you right now instead of fantasizing about working out. What is your malfunction?)

You yelped as he buried his face into your tits, tongue snaking out and drawing thick, saliva-covered stripes over your breasts that were quickly washed away, whimpers in your throat once you saw the hungry look in his eyes, his pink tongue now circling your nipple, lowering his leg from between yours, your hands flying up to hold his head onto your chest.

“Ah, Jungkook, please…”

His lips closed in and his fingers grazed your slick slit, pressing circles of pleasure into you, leaning your head against the shower wall, back arched to give more to that perfect mouth, moaning his name, his fingertips finding your clit and rubbing it slowly, working you up, sucking your nipple and flicking it with his tongue, waves of pleasure and hot water enveloping you, pushing his wet hair back to look into those dark chocolate orbs, clouded by lust and his desire to make you feel good, already knowing that when you rocked your hips you wanted more, already knowing that when your noises became shallower, more needy, that you needed it harder, closing your eyes, faster, hot and warm from Jungkook and water.

“Yes, fuck, yes, so close, so good, Jungkook, ah, Jungkook!”

You felt the flinch of overwhelming ecstasy, immediately trying to close your legs but he blocked you, planting his thigh between yours to prevent them, your moan turning into a feverish whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“J-Jungkook, w-wait, oh, f-fuck…”

He wasn’t waiting, still stimulating your now throbbing clit, lifting his head to press his lips to yours, whispering hotly, you’re so sexy, so beautiful, I love you to so much, fuck, your brain barely computing language, w-what, oh fuck, yes, don’t stop, Jungkook, I love you, fuck, so good, his soft smile on your open lips as your moaned once more, ramming your hips into his hand, eyes rolling back, pleasure shooting up from your core, and Jungkook’s fingers plunged into your wetness, moaning with you, stuffing you with three because you were so, so wet.

“Fuck my hand, come on, wanna feel you…”

You heard hand (seriously? alright, your funeral, Jungkook), and enclosed your fingers around his now hard-again cock.

“Wait, w-what – ah, fuuuuuuuck…”

Your misinterpretation seemed to be a welcome development, your hips moving on their own, pussy clenching around his fingers, your hand a vice around his hard, swollen length, his hips thrusting into your closed fist, and now both of you just chasing pleasure, wet, loud, and hot, the water adding to the noise, skin on skin, your pussy making embarrassing sucking, squishing sounds paired with the rapid slap of your vicious pumping of his cock, feeling so good it was hard to speak, but it didn’t matter because your lips found his lips, and you could tell by his trembling inhale and soft whimpers that he loved you, and he could tell from your breathless gasps and desperate whines that you loved him, and all that made it more intense, better, sexier, perfect.

Your name in that silvery, needy tone, followed by, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

His name, followed by, “Shit, me too, fuck!”

(Maybe not your best work, oh well.)

You slapped your hips into his hand, burying his fingers all the way to his knuckles, and groaned, scorching ecstasy overtaking your veins, sparking up your spine and into your head, squeezing your thighs together powerfully, clamping his wrist in your softness. His cock jerked, his gasp in your face as he spilled again, all over your hip and thigh, jamming the throbbing head into your skin and moaning as his orgasm continued spurting out, pulsing, his moan turning into helpless cries as you rubbed the tip on your skin, smearing his cum onto you, his scent so strong you could still smell it despite the water washing it away, loving the way his hard, muscular body felt against you, shivering and vibrating with pleasure, unable to help himself, practically humping your leg to prolong the sensitivity.

Heavy, shuddering breaths.

Water tumbling down, somehow far too hot even though it was getting lukewarm.

(Rest in peace the water bill.)

“Uh… my hand…”

You tensed around it. “I like it here.”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes, frowning. “I’m getting a hand cramp.”

You bit your lip and clenched your core muscles, making him gasp.

“Fuck, I love how tight your pussy can get. Feels like you’re going to break my fingers.”

You relaxed, laughing. “That’d be a fun trip to the emergency room.”

He snickered and leaned in, kissing you softly. “I love you.”

You relaxed your thighs and he pulled his fingers out. “I love you too, Jungkook.”

You squeezed the head of his dick mid-kiss and he slapped your pussy in response, making you gasp.

“Brat.”

(Hello, you two, you’re wasting water… aw, shit, here we go again.)

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2021.09.01 - birthday drabble

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in which jjk attempts to direct porn and you proceed to clown him until he shuts you up by fucking your brains out well dressed

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masterpost

[cower-before-power]

Naked Attraction

Summary: A typical day in your art class turn into anything but when you’re introduced to your nude model for the week- a devastatingly gorgeous man named Levi.

Pairing: Modern AU Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

TW: Nudity, swearing, suggestive content, age gap (reader is 20, Levi is 30), dick jokes, reader is thirsty and lewds Levi hard, perhaps poorly written stuff about art and drawing because I literally know nothing haha

(minors please do not interact, just to be safe)

Link to A03 here

A/N: Hello all! This is my entry for @ghost-party’s Meet Cute Collab with my darling husband Levi. I’ve never written for him before so I was a little nervous haha, I hope I did him justice! Thank you to everyone who reads, likes, comments, and reblogs- you are all wonderful and I appreciate your support! I hope you enjoy, my sweet potatoes!

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“Morning,” Jean greets you with a crooked smile and a steaming cup of coffee. It’s the good stuff from the café by his apartment, your favourite thing to help your brain shift into creative mode. “You’re later than usual.”

You grab the cup from him, sighing as you feel the warmth bleed into your hands. “Overslept. Barely had time to get dressed and brush my teeth.”

Jean’s eyes rove over you as you sink into your chair, humming to yourself as you sip on your drink. “I can see. Do you know you’re wearing two different shoes? And I think your sweater is on inside out. Why do you still even have that ugly thing anyways?”

“Thank you for your comments,” you roll your eyes. “I know I look like a hot mess and I don’t need any words from you, Mr. I Asked The Nude Model Out And Got Shot Down.”

Jean’s ears turn red, and he shoots you a dirty look before busying himself with arranging his pencils. “Shut up.”

You snicker to yourself as you set up your own area. Last week’s model had been a soft, pretty brunette that had instantly made Jean all starry-eyed, like a teenage boy with his first crush. It was generally considered a bit taboo to ask out the nude models, but he’d thrown that aside and gone for the kill after she’d slid back into her clothes. She’d laughed and patted his cheek like he was a naughty child asking for candy before dinner. Then proceeded to walk out and climb onto the back of her boyfriend’s motorcycle (but not before making out with said boyfriend for a good 5 minutes, minimum).

Jean had been left with red cheeks and no date, and you’d been left with great blackmail material.

“I wonder who will be our victim today,” you decide to take mercy on your poor friend and change the subject. “Most likely a guy, since we had a woman last week.”

“We’ll know in about 5 minutes,” Jean looks up at the clock on the wall. “Old Cueball is never late.”

Sure enough, in exactly 5 minutes your very bald and very punctual professor casually strolls through the door. A short man in a green coat is following him, presumably your newest subject. You crane your neck, trying to get a better look at his face, but all you can see is dark hair falling like a curtain over pale skin.

“Good morning class,” Professor Pyxis greets you, tossing his briefcase down on his desk with his usual nonchalant air. “I see you are all ready, so let’s get right to it.” He gestures to the person beside him. “This is Mr. Levi Ackerman. He’s your model for the week.”

The class murmurs in curiosity as the mentioned Levi Ackerman turns to face the room.

You swear your heart actually skips a beat.

Steel gray eyes observe the room from a face that practically begs to be immortalized through art. Every line is hard and strong, covered in clear skin that looks like it would slide under your fingers like the smoothest silk. Your eyes drink in his features greedily, from the regal bridge of his nose to the proud edge of his jaw. You decide your favorite thing though, is his cheeks. They are utterly cherubic, round and full and dusted ever so lightly with the lightest shade of pink.

He’s possibly the prettiest man you have ever seen.

“Hey, I know him,” Jean whispers, cutting off your entranced thoughts. “That’s Mikasa’s distant cousin, the one I told you she found on Ancestry.com last year. I’ve met him once, he’s got a stick so far up his butt, he’d need surgery to remove it. Never would have pegged him for the type to do this sort of thing.”

You vaguely remember a previous conversation involving Jean’s childhood friend and some long lost relatives.

“He doesn’t look that uptight,” you muse, too busy admiring the way his lips glint temptingly under the fluorescents to really process Jean’s words. “He’s beautiful, like something out of a Renaissance painting.”

Jean opens his mouth to reply, but Pyxis begins to speak.

“As usual, draw whichever side of him is facing you, all angles will be graded equally,” your professor plops himself down in his chair, already scrolling through his phone to find the playlist for the day. “Completed drawings to be submitted to me by the end of class on Friday. Please remember be respectful and courteous to our guest. Mr. Ackerman, whenever you’re ready.”

The man nods to your professor, already slipping out of his coat as he steps up onto the platform in the center of the room. You watch, mesmerized, as he proceeds to shed himself of his clothes. It’s rigid and methodical (he folds his clothes like he’s worked his whole life in a department store), but somehow oddly endearing. Every inch of his body that is revealed is consumed eagerly by your shameless stare, and you sincerely hope you don’t start drooling. By the time he carefully removes his final items, you feel like you are vibrating in your seat.

Holy fucking shit, he’s built like a god. Like Michelangelo himself carved him out of a block of the most pristine marble. You trace your gaze down the column of his throat, over the strong shoulders and sinewy arms, the impressive set of abs, the thighs that look like they could crush your head and you’d be nothing but happy about it. It takes a minute before you’re able to make yourself look between his thighs, and when you finally do, you have to looks away immediately. Good grief, even that is stupidly handsome. You can’t help but wonder if it would feel as nice as it looks.

Your face heats from your lewd thoughts, and you grip your pencil so hard it almost snaps. Beside you, Jean snickers.

“You okay over there? It looks like you’re about to explode.”

“Can it,” you hiss, glad that the ambient music Pyxis chose will probably keep your conversation private. “I can’t help it that I’m looking at the most gorgeous dick attached to the most gorgeous man I think I’ve ever seen.”

“You haven’t seen mine.”

“I don’t own a microscope.”

“Ooooh, see if I buy you coffee tomorrow, bitch.”

You stick your tongue out at him before turning back to your easel. As you move, you catch the gaze of Levi, his expression unreadable. Warmth creeps up the back of you neck, and you duck behind your sketchpad in embarrassment. You seriously hope he didn’t hear you, he’d probably report you to Pyxis for being creepy. You decide to lock all your stupid horny thoughts deep within the recesses of your mind, and take a few deep breaths to clear your head.

It works, and as you touch pencil to paper, the desire to create overflows inside of you.

Unsurprisingly, you become utterly engrossed in your work, your pencil sweeping over the pad with almost a mind of it’s own. Levi is the perfect model; you swear he’s not even breathing as he majestically hold his pose without even a quiver. The contours of his body spring to life on the page, and you can’t stop the joyful smile that blooms on your lips as you work. It’s times like these, when everything is so perfect, that you truly realize just how much you love making art.

Before you know it, Pyxis announces class is over, and you’ll resume with Levi tomorrow. The man of the hour begins to re-dress as your fellow classmates pack up their supplies and file out. You absent mindedly wave to Jean, who is practically sprinting out the door so he can make his next class all the way across campus. You’re still engrossed in your drawing, staring at it with critical eyes. It good, one of the best starts you’ve had all year, but now that the high of creating has worn off, you can see where you need to improve.

“You’re very good.”

You gasp and jump, whirling around to find Levi standing behind you, eyes fixed on your sketch. How did he even get there? You hadn’t seen him or heard him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Ackerman!” You squeak, your heart racing like you’ve just run a marathon.  “T-that’s very nice, I mean, thank- thank you very much!”

“It’s Levi,” your muse says, seemingly unbothered by your stammering. “Yours is going to be the best one here.”

You blink stupidly at his bold statement. “Did you look at all of them?”

“No,” Levi’s voice is firm, a tone that brokers no argument. “But you had the most joy on your face while you worked. That much passion doesn’t churn out stuff that looks like shit.”

“Oh, that’s only because you are such a great model,” you gush, insides turning warm at his praise. “You stayed so still and you looked so damn regal and you’re just so pretty and-” Your eyes go wide as you realize the absolute words vomit leaving your mouth, mortification slithering up your spine.

“I’m pretty?” Levi raises an eyebrow. “You think I’m pretty?”

“No!” You shout, and the man’s other eyebrow joins the first. “No wait, yes! I mean, fuck, I mean you are probably the most handsome man I’ve ever seen!”

Levi’s eyebrows have now practically become one with his hairline. You wring your hands, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow you. “I-well- come on, people must tell you how good looking you are! I can’t be the first.”

“No, but you certainly are the most enthusiastic about it,” Levi deadpans.

Oh, someone just put you out of your misery now.

“I’m sorry,” you offer, cringing internally at your complete ineptitude to hold a conversation with an attractive man. “I....get carried away sometimes.”

“It’s fine,” Levi’s stoic expression softens just a little. “It’s kind of nice to hear, actually. Usually I’m told I’m good looking, but ‘far too short’.”

“That’s bullshit.” you say vehemently, honestly shocked people would deny this man his godhood over something as trivial as height. “Who cares if you’re shorter? It doesn’t detract from you. What’s that phrase again? Good things come in small packages? Well, not that you’re small, I’m not saying that, I just meant-”

“Yes, you did seem to find my package....good,” Levi interrupts, and you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

Your eyes widen in horror as your brain replays your hushed conversation with Jean. “You heard that?!”

“I’m told I have exceptionally good hearing.”

“Oh fuck me,” you groan, burying your face in your hands. “I am literally so, so, sorry. That was completely out of line. I have no excuse other than it’s clearly been too long since I’ve gotten some, but that’s no reason to make you uncomfortable. Please, if there’s anything I can do to to make it up to you, I’ll do it!”

“Have tea with me.””

Your head shoots up, surprise coloring your features. “What?”

“Tch, you heard me,” Levi tuts, reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out his phone. “I haven’t got free time till Saturday-stupid Shitty Glasses wanting to trade shifts-but if you want to go out, give me your number and we can work out the details.”

You stare at him with your mouth open, unsure if this is really happening or you’re vividly daydreaming again.

“Umm, are you sure?” You ask, wondering if you should pinch yourself to see if you are indeed imagining things. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m wearing two different shoes and my sweater is inside out. Believe me when I say these sorts of fashion statements happen more often than not. Plus, I practically salivated over you like some sort of horny middle aged suburban housewife who hasn’t been laid in years.” You pause to take a breath, once again unable to stop the words from spewing forth like a fountain. “And I’m so awkward! I mean, are you comfortable in this conversation? And I can’t stop talking once I’ve gotten going, and I say the weirdest shit, and, and-”

“I like you,” he says simply, as if he’s just declared something as obvious as 1+1=2. “I couldn’t give a flying fuck about all the stuff you just said, you’re just... you, and I like it. So, do you want to go on a date or not?”

“O-oh,” you suddenly feel shy, your tummy filling with butterflies at the look of sincerity on his handsome face. You’d never met anyone quite like Levi Ackerman before, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get to know the man behind the drool-worthy muscles.  “Uh, yes, please, I would like that. Very much.”

An almost relieved expression crosses Levi’s face, and he hands you his phone to type in your number. You notice the time as you do so, and sigh sadly as you hand him his device back.

“Well I better go,” you say reluctantly, suddenly fervently wishing it was Saturday already. “I’ve got another class in 15 minutes.”

“I’ll walk you there,” Levi says briskly, slipping his phone back into his coat. “To make sure you get there safely. Someone might murder you on account of their eyes being assaulted by that garish sweater. ” The corners of his lips twitch upwards once again, and you grow warm all over, from both his gentle teasing and the knowledge he isn’t quite ready to say goodbye yet either.

“Excuse me, I thought you said you didn’t give a ‘flying fuck’ about my attire,” you huff, but you’re grinning as you quickly pack up your bag.

“I don’t care it’s inside out, but you have to know that is the ugliest fucking color know to man,” Levi says, holding out his hand. Your brain malfunctions slightly for a moment, until you realize he’s offering to carry your bag for you. The butterflies inside you whip themselves into a frenzy as you pass him your stuff, your hand just grazing over his. Handsome, funny, honest, and sweet? How is this guy even real?

“I’ll have you know, this sweater is an absolute delight. When it’s inside right,” you stick up your nose, but unable to stop he laugh that slips past your lips.

Levi rolls his eyes in an almost playful manner. “Doubtful .”

You’re not sure where it comes from, but a sudden rush of confidence fills you. “If you’re so offended by it, maybe you should just rip it off of me.”

The tips of Levi’s ears turn a delightful shade of pink. You’re sure your own skin is hot enough to cook an egg on.

“Wear it Saturday then,” Levi’s ears may be flushed, but his eyes flash with something that makes your spine tingle. The insinuation of his words has your gut clenching and your mind whispering fervent prayers to please please please make Saturday get here faster, I don’t ask for much, please!

“Only if you wear your modeling outfit,” you manage to say, trying your best to sound coy when you feel like you might combust into a pile of lust and giddiness. “I’ve never seen someone wear it so well, and I want a closer look.”

If possible, Levi’s eyes grow even darker, and you just know Saturday is going to be one of the best damn days of your entire life.

“Deal.”

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[salemwritesbaybeee]

studying & walking in the garden w/ yaomomo

first fic ever lol

yaoyorozu momo x gn!reader (I think I made it gender-neutral, please lmk if I made a mistake somewhere)

word count: 3.7k

warnings: cursing

summary: while studying for final exams at momo's, you stumble upon something you weren't sure you were supposed to see and decide to tell momo later while you're walking around in her garden.

genre: fluff

“Final exams are in one week. There’s a practical exam and a written exam, so make sure to train your bodies and your minds at the same time,” Aizawa said. “That’s all.”

You frowned. Your previous exam grades weren’t terrible, but they weren’t outstanding either. You knew if you studied enough you should be able to do quite well on the written exam, and you trained regularly enough that you weren’t worried about the practical exam. You looked over and saw a group gathered around Momo’s desk asking her for help.

Of course she had been the top scorer on the previous exams. She was extremely dedicated to her studies and to improving her quirk which meant she was extremely knowledgeable about, well, a lot of things. You admired and perhaps envied her intelligence, and there was definitely much she could teach you.

You made your way to the crowd around her desk. “I would also appreciate your help studying, Yao-momo.”

“Please!” you all announced in unison.

A light blush rose to Momo’s cheeks and then she stood abruptly, raising her arms. “Yes, of course! We’ll hold a study session at my residence this weekend!”

Momo’s house, huh? It was no secret that she was wealthy, and you were curious to see what sort of house her family had and how they decorated.

“In that case, I must tell Mother to open up the hall!” Momo declared while bouncing excitedly. Oh god, she was so cute. Her brows furrowed slightly and her eyes sparkled with delight as she put the pieces of the plan together in her head.

“What kind of tea are you all partial to?” She continued. Everyone’s faces were blank, including yours. She drinks luxury tea? So she’s that type of rich… interesting. You imagined a tall off-white mansion with long marble columns, expansive balconies, decorative friezes, and beautiful gardens.

She continued to talk about planning the study session and all you could think about was the fluttery feeling in your stomach and the heat rising to your cheeks that you felt seeing her so happy and excited. But she’s probably straight, you reminded yourself, deflating slightly. Oh well. You can just gaze at her longingly and imagine what life would be like if she was your girlfriend. It seemed to be working well enough so far. God, you felt pathetic, but maybe this weekend was your chance to get to know her better and spend more time together and maybe, maybe it could possibly lead somewhere? The thought made you smile as you walked to the bus stop.

The week rolled by, filled with school, physical training, and studying. You knew you would get lots done Saturday, but it didn’t hurt to study more right? That’s probably what Momo or Iida would say.

And then it was Saturday morning and you sat on your bed, wrapped in a towel, trying to figure out what to wear. It’s not that serious, you thought, but at the same time you wanted to look cute. What was the weather going to be like? You checked your weather app, and the temperature for the day averaged around 60 degrees. You decided on your favorite top and pants, the ones that made your ass look great. You then found yourself sitting around waiting for Jiro to come get you. As you sat you began to overthink what would happen at Momo’s and decided that sitting with your thoughts right now was not a productive activity and opted to put on some makeup. When you were happy with how you looked, you checked your hair, put your shoes on, and grabbed your backpack. Soon after, you received a text from Jiro telling you she was outside, and you left.

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Holy fucking shit. You stood in front of large, decorative turquoise gates that stretched around what looked like a forest. A fucking forest.

“I knew she was rich, but I didn’t think she was this rich…” Kaminari mumbled in awe.

“You took the words right out of my mouth.” You respond, smiling at him.

“I guess we just...press the buzzer?” You asked. Everyone nodded, still taking in the property they were about to enter.

You pushed the button and immediately Momo’s voice came on the speaker. “Everyone, I have been waiting for you! Please, come in!”

The gates opened and you all slowly walked in, still dumbfounded. Momo’s house was fucking gorgeous. A light gold color, there were columns (bingo!) that reached up to the top of the three-story house. The front of the house had a wide porch and large windows with beautiful but simple patterns decorating the frame. The double doors were a beautiful off-white wood with gold detailings all around and two large crystal door handles with gold details as well.

“Welcome, everyone!” Momo greeted you all with a huge smile. She wore a red polo and short white shorts. You admired her long legs and started to think about how soft and squishy they probably felt. Woah, Y/N, now is not the time, you reminded yourself. I’m here to study. And maybe to look around this gorgeous house. You and your peers were already acting as if you were in a museum as Momo led you to the room you’d be studying in. The walls had beautiful wood borders with intricate designs. The high ceilings were decorated with chandeliers that sparkled in the natural light pouring in from the large windows lining the walls. Momo’s family was old money for sure.

You sat next to Mina at the largest table you’d ever seen. You could’ve laid down on it and your head and feet still wouldn’t be close to the edge of the table. Everyone at the table had the same starstruck look on their face.

“I never thought I’d get the opportunity to visit a home like this!” You half-whispered to Mina, who nodded aggressively.

“We should come back sometime and try to get the full tour!” She whispered back. You smiled and nodded.

You heard a clinking sound and turned to see Yaoyorozu wheeling in a fancy wooden cart showcasing a blue, white and gold tea set and some little pastries. She was bouncing slightly like she was the day you planned your study session. Your stomach felt fluttery again and you could feel your cheeks heat up slightly. Why does she have to be so cute.

Momo began handing each of you a cup and saucer, explaining, “I chose Earl Grey for our tea today because it’s advertised as ‘zesty and refreshing’ and I felt it would complement our studying nicely!” She leaned over your shoulder and began pouring tea into your cup. You sucked in a breath at her sudden closeness and got a whiff of her gentle and no doubt very expensive perfume. She smelled like jasmine and orange blossoms. You hummed quietly at this discovery.

Not quietly enough apparently, as Momo looked at you with furrowed brows and a slight frown as if questioning your hum.

“You smell nice.” You told her with a soft smile. She blushed instantly. Cute!

“Oh, thank you!” she smiled sheepishly and looked down as she moved to pour Mina’s tea. “I’ve been using some of my mom’s perfumes every now and then and I just put some on this morning for fun.”

“Ooh, what kind is it?” Mina asked.

“Um, it’s Gabrielle Chanel.” Momo responded.

“Thank you so much for the tea, Yao-momo.” You spoke, “and thank you for having us.”

Everyone else echoed your sentiment, which made Momo blush more. Oh my god, her blushing is the cutest thing ever. You made a mental note to make her blush as much as you could.

Momo laid out the pastries on the table and then you got to work. And work you did!

1 hour later, everyone was deep into reviewing English grammar which was particularly difficult for Mina and Denki, so everyone was focusing on helping them understand the concepts. You had had 3 cups of tea (it was really good!) and suddenly you needed to use the bathroom.

“Um, Yao-momo, where’s your bathroom?” you questioned, standing up slowly.

She told you where to go and you quickly made your way up the massive staircase and down the hall to the right. The third door on your right was the bathroom and right across from it was a slightly ajar door with a light pink sign hanging from it. The sign read ‘Momo’ in nice neat handwriting and was decorated with glitter-glue grass, flowers, clouds and a rainbow. You smiled at the sign and at how wholesome she was.

As you turned to walk into the bathroom, something caught your eye and you quickly looked back. Peeking through the crack in the door you saw a large lesbian flag hanging on the wall above Momo’s desk. You let out a short laugh as you made your way to the bathroom. Holy shit, she IS gay. That meant that maybe you actually did have a chance with her. You began contemplating ways to mention it to her. Should you ask her out? You had worked together before, of course, but you weren’t that close, maybe it was a bit too forward. Maybe you should just hang out together outside of school. Yeah, that was a good idea. You could get to know each other a bit more before deciding if she was even someone you’d want to pursue. Satisfied with this plan, you headed back to the room where you were studying.

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4 hours later, everyone was burned out and ready to go home. You packed up your things and said your goodbyes. As you were leaving, you looked out again at Momo’s massive yard.

“Yao-momo, what sort of things do you have in your yard?” You asked, still curious to explore her property. She looked slightly confused by your question.

“Like do you have a pond? Or gardens?” You clarified.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, we have my grandmother’s garden which has two koi ponds! There’s also my mother’s garden which was a gift from my father. Both have a wide assortment of flora from all over Japan and a few foreign plants as well. We also have a pool and gazebo in our backyard.”

Two gardens?! At this point, were you even really surprised? What did you expect? Something had to occupy the vast space of their property.

“That’s so cool! I’d love to go walk around the gardens with you sometime.” You mused. Fuck, maybe I’m overstepping.

“If that’s okay with you and your family, of course! And it doesn’t have to be anytime soon, either! If it is okay, I mean, for us to walk around there, if not that’s totally fine too.” You blurted out, looking down when you were finished. God, you sounded like such an idiot.

But as you looked up, Momo wore the same expression of surprise and excitement she had when everyone asked her to help them study. A light blush on her cheeks, her mouth slightly parted and slightly smiling and her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was already imagining your walk through the gardens. CUTE!!!!

“I would be delighted to show you around the gardens!” She beamed. “My grandmother isn’t able to walk very far anymore, so I haven’t been going there as much because it’s not as fun alone.”

“Awesome,” was all you could respond, too focused on savoring her reaction and committing it to memory.

“We could even take a walk around tomorrow after our study session.” She mentioned, bringing her thumb and pointer finger to her chin. “It might be a nice way to relax after all that work.”

Oh wow, that would be perfect. “Perfect.” You told her with a big smile. “I look forward to it. Thanks again for today, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turned and began to walk down the walkway.

“It was truly my pleasure! See you tomorrow!” she called out with a small smile and pink cheeks. You turned again to wave over your shoulder and she waved back. Oh my god, we're gonna take a walk in the garden tomorrow. You couldn’t help but grin like an idiot as you headed home. Tomorrow, you decided, I’ll tell her that I like girls too.

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The next day you wore a dress that complemented your figure nicely and did your hair in a cute half-up half-down style. You put on some makeup and went to Momo’s. You once again sat at the massive table and had tea (Moroccan Mint this time) and pastries while you worked diligently to cram as much information into your head as possible. You noticed that Yao-momo was wearing glasses today.

“Do you normally wear glasses, Yao-momo?” You asked.

“No, these are my reading glasses, but I don’t normally bring them to school because I’ve lost them before and it’s a long and arduous process to get a new pair.” She responded. “And I don’t like how I look with them.” She added under her breath, so quiet you barely heard it.

“I think you look really pretty with them.” you said with a small smile, ready for her to blush again, which she did. Score. “They make you look very scholarly, too.” you added with a wink.

Her cheeks flushed and she looked down. “Thank you, Y/N. That’s very kind of you to say.”

“I mean it.” you added. How could she feel ugly? Obviously everyone has their insecurities and whatnot, but you suddenly felt a strong desire to make her view herself the way you saw her. You made a mental note of this and tried to refocus on your studying.

Momo smiled and exhaled through her nose, then turned back to her studying as well.

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“Thank you so much, Yao-momo!” Denki exclaimed, bowing.

“Yes, thank you so much, Yao-momo! You helped us so much!” Mina said, beaming. Everyone else voiced their gratitude which caused Momo's cheeks and ears to turn bright red.

“Of course, everyone! I’m so happy that we could all study together! Let’s ace our exams!” She beamed.

God, she’s so cute. You wanted to hear her laugh more, you wanted to be the one who made her laugh and blush and smile. All you could think about was the fluttery feeling in your stomach you felt when she blushed and smiled.

You wondered what it would be like to hold her hand as you walked through the gardens. You wondered what it would be like to sit next to her and feel her warmth and smell her perfume. You wondered what it would be like to kiss her. Not now, you told yourself. Focus on saying bye.

After everyone else had left, Momo turned to you with a big smile. “Shall we go to the garden?” She asked.

Oh my god she’s bouncing again. You wondered if she even knew she was bouncing. Your cheeks flushed and your stomach did loops because of the fact that going on a walk in the gardens with you was making her so excited. Cute. God she’s so fucking cute. You wondered how much she would blush if you kissed. Snap out of it, y/n.

You began your walk to the garden, Momo reminiscing about her childhood and moments with her family that she had in the garden. Once you got to the garden, she began to tell you about all the various plants, what region they were from, and the climate they thrived in. It was honestly a lot to take in, and while you tried to remember what she was saying, you knew you would most likely forget it. That was okay though, you were entranced by Momo’s tour and you could tell she was really enjoying herself. You felt grateful to be a part of that.

Then you reached the koi pond, which was much larger than you imagined. It was probably the size of a small pool, with a pergola in the center. There was a beautiful arched bridge leading from the side of the pond to the pergola. The pond was dotted with lily pads and lotus flowers and there were many koi fish in the pond. 7? 10? You weren’t sure.

“How many fish are there?” You questioned.

“We have 10. My grandparent’s anniversary is the 10th of June.”

“Do any of them have names?” Maybe that’s a stupid question, you thought. So far you had seen 6 fish and none of them seemed to have distinct markings.

“Yes! The white one with a heart-shaped spot on her right side is named Love and there’s a black one with longer whiskers named Kitty. Maybe we can see him!” she replied jovially.

She squatted down next to the pond to get a closer look at the fish so you did the same. After careful observation, you spotted the fishes! You watched them for about 3 more minutes before you stood up and walked across the bridge to the pergola. You both leaned over the railing of the pergola to stare at the garden some more.

I need to tell her I saw her flag. Was now the time?

“So, what do you think of the garden?” Momo asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful. I could spend all my time here and never get bored.” You responded. Momo giggled.

“What?” You asked with a smile.

“When I was a kid I did spend all my time here. I would come out here with my garden encyclopedia and go through all the plants out here. It was exhilarating to me.” She looked down at the pond and smiled sheepishly.

“That’s why you gave me such a good tour.” You said with a smirk.

Momo blushed. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Me too.” You both smiled and appreciated the peaceful atmosphere.

Now or never.

“Um, Yao-momo, I wanted to tell you... “ you started. She turned her body to face you. “I wanted to tell you that when I was going to the bathroom I kinda peeked in your room - not like I went in there or anything! The door was just cracked a bit and I saw that you had a lesbian flag and I just, um, I wanted to apologize if that was invading your privacy and I wanted to let you know that, um, I … like girls too.” You paused to gauge her reaction. She looked a bit surprised but she didn’t look upset. All good so far, you thought. But then Momo spoke.

“No, no, that’s fine! Thank you for telling me and are you… trying to tell me you like me?” She asked, her face bright red. Oh no. This was not the plan.

“Oh, no, I mean, um-” you started. Fuck. How do you get yourself out of this one? You watched as Momo’s face fell slightly as you started to talk. Does she like me too?

“Well, I was more so trying to tell you that, um, that you’re not the only one who’s gay and just, y’know, that I was here for you in that essence, I guess, but, um... I... do like you.” you raised your head to see her reaction. She was still bright red. Cute.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, paused, opened it again, then closed it again. CUTE! You laughed, she looked like one of the koi from the pond.

“I-I like you, too.” She stuttered out.

You smiled at her. “You’re so cute.” Oh, I said that out loud.

Her face flushed and so did the tips of her ears and her neck. She looked at the ground and muttered out a “th-thank you.”

You reached out to grab one of her hands and when you touched her, her head shot up and she locked eyes with you. “Is this okay?” You asked her, unsure of your actions.

She nodded and smiled. “Do you want to see the rest of the garden?”

You nodded and smiled as she pulled you back across the bridge and into the garden. Momo continued to tell you about all the different plants and you were learning a lot from her, but at the same time, your mind was racing. Oh my god, she likes me too and now we’re holding hands! This is nice. I wonder what would happen if I kissed her. Should I?

You continued to weigh your options and try to process your feelings as Momo led you through the rest of the garden. Then you were back in Momo’s driveway and it was time for you to leave.

“Thank you for walking with me and listening to me. It was really nice.” Momo said with a smile and rosy cheeks. She let go of your hand and you stood facing each other.

“Of course, I had a great time.” You said and smiled back at her. She was taller than you, but not that much taller. “Can I kiss you?” Did I just say that???? You thought to yourself. Momo seemed to have the same thought as she once again turned bright red. You smirked at her.

“Y-yes.” She said. She looked very surprised. You tilted her chin down slightly and kissed her. Her lips were soft and plump and she tasted like the tea you drank earlier. You pulled back and smiled. She smiled back at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Yao-momo.” You said as you stepped back.

“Yes, see you tomorrow.” She responded. “Thank you.” She looked into your eyes with a grateful smile.

“For what?” You asked.

“Your honesty. It makes me feel comfortable and safe and makes me feel like I can trust you.” She said matter-of-factly.

Your cheeks flushed and you couldn’t stop the huge grin on your face. “You’re welcome.”

Suddenly your phone rang. It was your mom, probably wondering what was taking so long.

“Ok my mom is probably upset, I think I need to go.” You told her.

“Okay, yeah, don’t make her wait!” She said, shooing you away.

You answered the call walking down the driveway and turned around to wave at Momo again. She waved back with one hand clutching her sweater and a big smile on her face. Cute.

[rosiehrs]

kissing lessons | rosé

group ; blackpink  genre ; fluff 

pairing ; cheerleader!!rosé / fem!reader

summary ; roseanne asks you for kissing lessons to help impress the person she had a crush on. little did you know she only used it as an excuse to lock lips with you.

warnings ; mentions of sex, swearing

a/n ; this is the first thing i’ve written in approximately 4 months so it’s very rusty but i’m pretty glad i’ve managed to finally write something – woo! also not proofread xx

word count ; 2.7k

“i need kissing lessons.”

was the first thing she said to you when she entered the room. you looked up from your book in shock, “you need what now?”

“i need kissing lessons. from you.” she repeated. you examined her, looking for any sign of humor on her face, but there was none. right before you, stood the school’s most loved and popular girl, roseanne park. the both of you weren’t that close as you were one of the middle class, average kids while she was up there, rich and popular. she always tried talking and being friendly to you, you found it odd at first as she would just come out of nowhere and suddenly ask you about your day, but you’ve grown to appreciate and love her small acts of kindness. she looked down at you with a tight-lipped smile and hopeful eyes. saying you were speechless was an understatement. did the head cheerleader and long time crush really ask you to give her kissing lessons?

“okay, hold up. could you fill me in really quickly? why on earth do you need kissing lessons?”

“It’s silly, but i kinda like someone..” she began, looking away. she tried hiding it, but the biggest smile was plastered on her face and you knew whoever this ‘someone’ was – was really special. you were flattered, but even more hurt. you had no place to be hurt as you were even closer with your locker than you were with her, but you couldn’t help it. you were more than glad that she asked you to help her improve her kissing skills, but knowing she wants you to help her impress someone else really managed to hurt your heart a little. “ms park has a crush! who’s this special someone?” you asked in a teasing tone. roseanne rolled her eyes and sat down next to you. “i’m not telling you, but i just really need your help.” she stared at you, basically begging with her eyes.

“i would love to, but you didn’t answer my question. why would you, roseanne park, the heartthrob of the school, need kissing lessons? from me?”

“because i’m pretty fucking inexperienced and have kissed like 3 people in my life? and those three people have barely given me anything more than a peck, oh and the kisses that went further made me down a whole bottle of mouthwash afterwards.” you couldn’t help but laugh at the girl’s words, “also because i’ve heard you’re a pretty good kisser, but i’m not telling you where i got that information from.” you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment, although you were very flattered, you didn’t know how to react. 

“come on, y/l/n. i’m not asking you to help me get better at sex- although i wouldn’t mind doing that with you-” you threw your rubber at her, making her giggle. “you suck.” you replied, making her smile. “i might be sucking something soon-” 

“park! shut up!” you scolded. she laughed at you and shook her head. “so? what do you say, y/n?” 

nodding and closing your book, you straighten your posture. “alright roseanne park, i’ll give you kissing lessons.”

roseanne looked at you with bright eyes and a wide smile, “yes! oh my god, thank you, y/n!” she replied, bringing you into a tight hug. “i owe you.” she whispered.

“you bet you do. now get your ass up and let’s get to class.”

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you spent the whole day worrying, it only just processed in your mind that roseanne wanted you to help her with her kissing. meaning you’d have to kiss her. panic rushed through you, holy shit. you were going to kiss roseanne park. the last period had just come to a halt and you packed your things slowly. your mind was all over the place and you didn’t know how to feel. once you stepped outside the classroom, the blond herself linked arms with you and dragged you out of school. “let’s get outta here, y/l/n.”

you let out a light chuckle as you got into her car, not long after she got in. “um, so my parents are out of town right now. should we head there?” she asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror. everything was just so bubbly and confusing, were you really about to do this? with roseanne park?

her voice snapped you out of your little mind debate, “y/n? you alright?” 

“oh no, yeah i’m fine. your house is fine.” you replied, making her giggle. “loosen up, y/l/n, i’m not gonna bite you.” 

“yet.” she smirked, you immediately looked at her – a beautifully elegant laugh escaped her lips. “i’m kidding – unless?” you smacked her leg, masking you blush away with a playful scowl. “just drive, park.” roseanne smiled and started the engine.

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the both of you sat down on her bed, placing your things down. rosé bounced down on the bed, excitedly, using the both of her hands to slap the mattress. “now how would you say i should improve, miss y/l/n?”

smiling sheepishly, you fixed your things. “now i wouldn’t know yet, miss park.”

“okay, so find out. i really need to impress this person.”

you kept your head down, trying to hide the disappointment on your face. she really needs to impress this person, this is just to help her with the person she has feelings for. and god, did you hate to think about it like that. but your heart was pounding and as much as you hated to admit it – you were excited to finally feel roseanne’s lips. “geez, easy, tiger. give me some time to prepare my lips or something.” you replied, making the aussie laugh. “well hurry, i need these lessons asap.”

“girl, what are you planning to do with your mystery lover? i’m pretty worried,” roseanne smacked your shoulder before grabbing her lip balm. “put it on.” 

you removed the lid of the stick and applied it onto your lips. she looked at you, as if she was waiting for you to do something. her eyes were almost screaming, “come kiss me already.”

“y/l/n, do i really have to make the first move here?” she teased, making you roll your eyes and lean in. you placed your hand on her jaw as she placed hers on your cheek. slowly but surely, the both of you started to lean in. you closed your eyes, waiting. it felt like forever until her lips finally touched yours. it felt like everything had just stopped, you knew you had to give her pointers and ways to improve on how she was kissing, but all you could focus on was how soft her lips felt against yours, how addictive the tingles felt. your lips moved against each other softly and elegantly. you were so caught up in the moment – you were running out of air, so that’s when you finally pulled away. she rested her forehead on yours, out of breath like you were. 

finally opening your eyes, the both of you stared at each other for what felt like hours. trying to really find out what the both of you were thinking. “i-” you started, your mind was blank. the only thing on your mind was the way her lips felt on yours, how soft, how sweet and how addictive her lips were. “well- i just.. you-”

“fuck, am i that bad?” she asked, worried. you were shocked, “no! god, no. you’re good, really good. i- i just don’t know how i’m supposed to help you after that.” you laughed, making her do the same. you went completely blank, you just stared at her, examined her. you really saw how beautiful and elegant she looked. “come on, y/l/n, give me something. like.. like how you felt! was i too soft? was there too much teeth? tongue, even?” she asked eagerly yet nervously. the tone of her voice and the look on her face was just beyond adorable. you giggled at the girl’s actions and shook your head. “roseanne, relax. you were great, it was – how do i say this without being creepy.. perfect? you don’t need any lessons, park.”

“oh come on, y/n. you don’t have to sugar coat it, give me the truth. go into details.. please?”

details, she wanted details. well shit.

“um, alright.. um, it was soft. but not in a bad way, it was sweet, gentle. perfect idea of a first kiss. i don’t- i don’t know how else to describe it. you’re good. end of story, park.” your words put a smile on her face, it made her feel proud, happy. “oh really?” she smirked, earning herself a smack on the arm. “shut up, rosie. you asked for the truth and i gave it to you. i’m gonna go home now..” you stood up, but was immediately pulled back down. “nuh uh, you’re not leaving. it’s been like 10 minutes, i just- i wanna improve. maybe go out of the kissing, how was the position of.. my hand? my body?”

you got to thinking, might as well give her something, right?

“okay well, maybe when you hold their cheek. just..” hesitantly, you leaned in and held her cheek in your hand. “before leaning in maybe just..” you caressed her cheek with the soft pad of your thumb making the girl blush a bright shade of red. “then when you kiss them, you could pull them closer.. like this-” softly, you pulled her closer to you. you were barely an inch away from her lips and you could feel her hot breath. everything you did made you feel so, so weak. you felt so vulnerable being this close to her. it felt unreal and you felt as if everything was just perfect at that moment.

roseanne’s eyes were glued to your lips and just couldn’t shake the feeling off, it felt so right. “should i try it on you?” she asked, breaking the silence. you cleared your throat and backed away. “um, yeah.. yeah go ahead.” you sat up straight as she brought her hand to your cheek. gulping, she caressed your cheek exactly how you did. her eyes were glued to your lips, she began nibbling on her bottom lip before pulling you closer and placing her lips on yours.

fireworks, butterflies, that was all you felt. her lips moved against yours, gracefully. before she could get carried away, she pulled back, staring into your eyes.

“i-..”

“was that good?”

“y-yeah, it was good.”

the awkward silence ate the both of you up, making you stand up. “um, i’m gonna get home. good first lesson, you’ll be fine, park.” you grabbed your things until she stopped you by grabbing your hand. “wait! i.. could you possibly.. give me more lessons? i don’t think i’m at my best yet.”

“oh, uh- yeah. sure, yeah, alright. just.. text me.” you replied, giving her an awkward smile. she nodded before standing up. “i’ll, can i drive you home?” she asked. “oh! no, please. it’s alright, i’ll just call an uber-”

“no, i insist! it’s the least i could do after you agreeing to help me out.” you were about to protest as she grabbed your bag and your hand. “come on, ms good kisser.” you giggled as you let her drag you out. 

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“okay, what on earth is going on between you and chaeyoung?” joy, your beloved best friend asks. “i- nothing, i’m just giving her kissing lessons..” 

“you’re WHAT?!” she yelled, making you flinch. “sooyoung! be quiet!” you scolded, pulling her back down. “how long have you been giving ms. head cheerleader kissing lessons?!” she was shocked and offended - clearly. “just a few weeks.. relax.” 

“how could i possibly relax when i’ve just found out my best friend has been making out with the school’s most popular girl?! you bitch! why haven’t you told me?!” she slapped your arm, angrily. you couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s actions. she’s been there for you since you were 3 and you’ve pretty much told her everything that’s happened in your life, whether it’s when you had your first kiss or that one time you stepped on gum and you had to walk barefoot the whole day. “i didn’t tell you because i knew you’d tease the shit out of me!” you protested.

“well yeah, alright. understandable, but y/n?! you’ve been making out with the love of your life – how does it feel?” she replied, smirking at you. “shut up before i smack that smirk off your face.” sooyoung laughed and shoved you. “i hate you! why would she need kissing lessons? and why would she get kissing lessons from you?” she asked, disgust evident on her face and the tone of her voice. “she said she really wanted to impress the person she likes, and also i will quite literally-”

“y/n! wait up!” a familiar sweet voice called out for you. you and joy turned around, seeing the said girl running towards your direction. she had her hair in a tight ponytail and was wearing her cute, perky and hot cheerleading uniform. “hi cutie,” she greeted, making you smile. “hey chae.”

“um, i was wondering if i could have another lesson? today, after school maybe?” she asked, but it sounded more like she was letting you know. “sure,” you agreed, smiling. “alright, see you around.” she then walked off, swaying her hips and her ponytail along with it. your eyes were glued onto her and joy just couldn’t hold herself back. “oh my fuck, you whipped motherfucker.”

“shut up, chicken joy. let’s just get to class.”

“do you even know who she likes?” joy’s question really caught your attention. you’ve been giving roseanne kissing lessons for about 3 weeks and you still have no idea about who she has feelings for. “oh, um.. well-”

“ha! you don’t! you know what that means,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. “no, i don’t know what that means, park sooyoung.” 

“ah, you lovesick fool.”

––

you and rosé walked into her room casually, putting your things down and talking about your day at school. you laid down on her bed, staring at the ceiling as she talked about how these boys stole her box of apple juice at lunch.

“hey.. you alright?” she asked, obviously concerned about your sudden silence. “yeah, i’m fine. i’m actually just curious about something.” you said it that way so she would ask you what you were curious about. you hated bringing things up out of the blue, it was just easier this way. 

“oh sure, what’s up, sweetcheeks?” she rested her head on her palm as she laid on the bed, looking at you with such intent.

“who.. who do you like? who means so much to you that you’d be willing to get kissing lessons from me?” the question froze roseanne up. you saw how her shoulders tensed up and how her face fell. you watched as she sat up and cleared her throat. “um.. can you come here, please?” she asked quietly, patting the space next to her. you pushed yourself up and crawled to the space next to her. “what’s up?”

“um.. how do i say this..” she fiddled with her fingers and nibbled on her bottom lip. she was nervous and you could see it. “hey, are you alright?” you asked as you placed your hands over hers to calm her down. chaeyoung looked up and pulled you in for a kiss. 

soft, gentle, passionate. it didn’t matter how many times you kissed her, it always managed to blow your mind. her tongue entered your mouth softly, she pulled you in closer with her left hand on your cheek and right hand on your waist. the lessons you gave her really paid off, she was perfect. she tilted her head to the side to deepen the kiss. once again - it felt like everything around you was floating and you were just on cloud 9. every time roseanne’s lips were on yours, you felt as if everything was just perfect. like nothing could be better. she softly pulled away with her hand still on your cheek. 

“it’s you.”

[hnychn]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

pairing: poly! bakusquad x gn! reader

summary: why settle for one lover when you could have five? 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 🐝: ugh i love the idea of all five of these assholes in one relationship !! it just makes my heart 😫. lmk what you thought of it, i appreciate any constructive criticism that'll help me improve 🤍 i'm also working on a shoto work next so!! PS. this ended up being a lot longer than i thought, so i'll be making it into diferent parts!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞

ur their baby

sorry

don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

so first and foremost, how you became a part of their relationship.

surprisingly, it was bakugo who brought up the idea to the others 😳

you're not in 1a, but you are in the support class. you make them gadgets 😌

and bakugo met you when the last student who was supposed to be responsible for his costume design and other shit refused to work with bakugo anymore

that was the sixth guy to quit

so you offered to pick up his work 😌

otherwise the storyline wouldn't continue

so bakugo goes to you after school and is like, "listen here you fucking extra-"

and that's as far as he got before you interrupted him and was like:

"no yOU listen you hot-headed cyndaquil! the only reason you should be talking to me is if you want to submit a request for your costume. other than that, don't look at me. don't speak to me. don't even breathe near me. GOT IT?!"

and he was just. . .😳 damn

highkey thought your yelling was hot

so the weeks pass and surprisingly he listens to you and doesn't speak to you outside of making requests for his costume or giving feedback

and your relationship with him is relatively stable

you're not friends but you can live together without ripping each other apart

there's a term for it but i forget what it is

he starts coming by more often because there's a kink in one of your gadgets

so you ask him to stay after school to test it out and figure out what the problem is

you end up talking

and you realise he's not as much of an asshole as you thought he was

and your relationship turns into more of a "friendship" but not if that makes sense?

like, "ok so i don't hate you, but i still hate you."

does that make sense? i how it does

anyways,

the two of you start saying hi in the halls or nodding at each other

bakugo's babies see this and are like ??

yOU MADE A FREND??

yes. yes he did 😌

so kirishima and mina try and convince him to introduce them to you

"why would i introduce you to that dumbass? they're nothing special."

he doesn't mean it, he's just flustered.

so kirishima, mina, kaminari, and sero start looking out for you in the halls

and they start picking up on your routine

without knowing they basically know your schedule

it's bakugo who points it out when kirishima said it was time to go

🦈 "oh! it's time to go guys!"

💥 "why? lunch isn't even over yet"

⚡️ "y/n usually goes to that vending machine by their art class during this time"

💥 ". . . how do you fuckers know that?"

and they're all silent like. . . how do they know that?

that's when it hits then that without them knowing, you slipped your way into their heart

because here they were,

right next to the vending machine where you always go 20 minutes before lunch ended to get a small snack

and when you get there and see bakugo surrounded by a bunch of people looking at you with starry eyed

". . . hi?"

mina lunges at you and asks how the hell you tamed bakugo

"easy, i beat his ass."

"NO YOU DIDN'T YOU FUCKER!"

and you just snort at his reaction and put some coins into the vending machine

"why do you think your gauntlet backfired yesterday, dumbass?"

and he blanks like. . .wait. . . wAIT A MINUTE

"THAT WAS YOU?!"

you nod, "wish i was there to see it though."

and you pout

fUCKING.

POUT.

and they all just feel their heart go doki doki

so the bell rings for class to start and you say goodbye to them and kaminari promises to show you the video he took of bakugo's gauntlet backfiring tmr at lunch

and while they're walking to class, none of them are talking

which is very unusual

but they all know their thoughts are only of you

it's kind of like an unspoken agreement that they're all falling for you

they have a hard time paying attention in class that day.

OK NEXT DAY!!

so you rush over to the bakusquad and practically throw yourself at kaminari

because you wanna see that video

you don't notice he's a blushing mess and the others are staring a bit bitterly because

:I i want that

so he shows you the video and you start laughing so hard

and it's so contagious and soon they're all laughing

except bakugo because he refuses to laugh at himself

but they suddenly hear someone calling your name

and you all look over and see some guy who's also from general studies

they see you roll your eyes and mutter, "fucking hell" under your breath

so it's safe to assume you don't like this guy.

"hey l/n."

"hey tanaka. . ."

the boy shoves his hands in his pockets, "so about that date saturday-"

you might have slapped the bakusquad in the face with a fish because holy-

they never considered you were seeing anyone and now they're kinda heartbroken because oop-

caught feelings too quick 🙊

but you grind your teeth, "it's not a date tanaka. the teacher paired us up for a project because he knows you're so incapable of doing anything on your own you have to be watched like a child."

anD WHOO BOY THEY WERE NOT EXPECTING THAT

kaminari snorts a bit before slapping a hand over his mouth

mina grabs kirishima's arm and burries her face into his jacket to stifle her laughs

kirishima and sero and just staring at each other with wide eyes and slowly growing smiles like "bro did they just say that?" "dude i think they did!"

and bakugo. . .

he's staring at you with the proudest look in his eyes and a smirk because yeah, that's his baby

wait what.

now the boy is a bit embarrassed that you said that in front of some of the school's top heroes

so he sputters a bit before walking away with a red face

💥 "damn i didn't know you had that in you, spit fire."

you stare at him a bit with a small blush at the nickname

and you sputter out a thanks before making an excuse to leave (something about banana milk)

and they all stare at each other

⚡️ ". . .did they . ."

🦈 "was that a-"

🍊 "holy fuck that was-"

💥 "-adorable."

mina is took shocked to say anything

during this time, you bang to realise your feelings for the group as well

but you thought you were being selfish for wanting all five of them

so you kind of avoid them for the next few days in hopes of your feelings going away

you change up your schedule

and when you see them or one of then in the halls you turn around and go another direction

they were a bit confused as to what they did

but kirisima assured them that you were probably just working out your feelings and they should respect that

so they did

and they pretended it didn't hurt when you suddenly dart the other way when you see one of them

they gave you your space

and they thought you would come to them when you had everything worked out

until bakugo cane storming into the dorms one day

he was obviously pissed, but his eyes were also a bit glossy

so they all dragged him to kirishima's room since it was closest and asked him was was wrong

💥 "that dumbass quit from making my items."

and they were all kind of shocked

like wtf ??

uhm, for why?

you had assured bakugo that you wouldn't be another one of those losers who resigned because of his eccentric personality

and yet here we are

they spend the rest of the night in kirishima' room comforting bakugo

because he really took it the hardest

like sure the others liked you too,

but bakugo spent the most time with you

and developed a deeper relationship with you than the others

so the next day,

kirishima wants to talk to you

so he goes to the support room and bumps into hatsume as she was walking out

he asks her if you're in

"oh, yeah they are, I'll go get them for you."

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be uhhh oops

so you come out, not knowing it was kirishima asking for you because hatsume was vague

only telling you, "someone wants to talk to you"

like ok specifics??

anyways

you're like. . . oop heyyy. . .

because you knew what he was there for

the two of you don’t say anything for a bit

you’re just staring at your shoes and he’s looking at you with a small frown on his face 

lowkey he’s kinda disappointed in you

so he finally speaks first

“you quit.” 

it’s not a question, or something you were expecting 

but you nod 

there’s another silence 

“why?” 

you fiddle with your fingers for a bit. 

now this was a question you were expecting, though, you didn’t want to answer 

kirishima is a patient boy though, and waits for you to gather the courage to tell him 

he’s not leaving without an answer

“i just-” you begin, “i. . .” 

kirishima is still waiting patiently for your answer 

“i don’t want to be selfish.” 

now he surprised. wdym selfish. please explain.

“it’s just- you all already have such an established relationship and i don’t want to interrupt that. you guys have a schedule. adding myself into the mix would only mess all of that up, and no matter how strong my feelings are for all of you, i could never mess up your relationship like that. it would be so selfish of me to put my feelings before all of yours, so i thought the only way to get rid of these feeling as to distance myself from all of you...” 

“starting with bakugo...” kirishima whispered after your rambling came to an end. 

you nodded 

kiri was at a stand still for a bit 

and it was silent once again in the hall

kiri knew his lovers had feelings for you too, and would have no problem adding you into the relationship, 

but he also knew he couldn’t fore you into anything 

he was about to reassure you that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything and that they would love to have you in the relationship 

but then you were tackled 

to the ground 

by kaminari 

and smacked your head against the floor

really hard

like, you passed out 

ahaha. . .

when you wake up, your head feels like it’s going to split open

and the loud voices aren’t helping 

so you let out a groan, “shut the fuck up...” 

and everything goes silent. 

until someone SCREAMS AGAIN

“YOU’RE AWAKE!” 

it’s kaminari 

bless his soul

poor baby is a bit slow 

so you groan out again and clutch your head

bakugo slaps the back of kaminari’s head

“shut the fuck up, dunce face!” 

he whisper shouts

mina hands you some pain killers recovery girl said you give you when you woke up, and sero hands you a glass of water 

they’re all watching you as you take the pills 

it’s silent for a bit 

and it’s making you anxious, so you fiddle with the empty glass for a bit before bakugo snatches it from you, 

“dumbass...” he muttered as he refilled it and handed it back to you

sero rubs the back of his head, “so...” 

mina pulls at the hem of her sweater, “we heard everything you said to kirishima.” 

kaminari sits next to you on the bed and whispers, “sorry for tackling you. i just got a bit emotional...” 

I'm so sorry this is getting so long 😭😭 i'm trying to wrap this up so if it gets a bit jumbled, my bad

so they all reassyre you you're more than welcome into their relationship and wouldn't be interfering with anything

so you agree

and they're all so happy 🥳🥳

and while everyone is celebrating

(quietly because your head still feels like shit)

bakugo comes up to you

"you better start making my items again, dumbass. those other dipshits in your class don't know what they're doing."

bakugo only said that because they weren't you but he'd never outright say that to you

OK ITS OVER OH MY

IT GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY LMAO

[lokislastlove]

Come One, Come All (dark!Loki x reader)

Summary: A girls night out to the fair takes an insidious turn.

Warnings: Noncon/Rape, knife play, oral (m&f), smut, bondage, kidnapping.

This is a dark fic! 18+ ONLY! Explicit Adult content. Please READ THE WARNINGS! Do not continue if these matters upset you!

Authors Note: I wrote another one! No idea where this came from, but it was fun to write. Still working on improving my smut, huge thanks to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for some tips and editing the shit out of it. 😘 also I know there is a creepy clown in the pic but I feel like I have to say there aren’t any clowns in the fic. I hate clowns.

Chapter 1:

It was the kind of summer night you dream about, warm enough to keep you comfortable in your shorts and peasant top, but with a light breeze that keeps you cool enough to fight the flush of alcohol in your veins. You look forward to these moments when you are able to go out with your girlfriends and let loose, forgetting about all life’s responsibilities, if just for a single night.

“Come on!” Ash calls over her shoulder, her hand tight around your wrist pulling you impatiently.

“Aww but that looks so good” you groan as you press your face longingly against the glass barrier of the hand dipped corn dog cart.

The sweet scent of the frying corn dough wafts tantalizingly through the air making your mouth water. You friends laugh at your theatrics, having just helped you scarf down a large sugary funnel cake and a platter of nachos, the evidence of which still stains the corner of your mouth. Really, it was their fault for getting you tipsy before taking you to the county fair, everything just smelled heavenly and if you could you would try one of everything.

“Just a slushee?!” You beg as Jen steps behind you and pushes you out of the food court, giggling the entire time.

“Come on, fight the drunchies! You promised you would try that new funhouse,” Jen whines, looping her arm through yours, Ash doing the same on the other side.

“Oh yeah,” you grumble.

“Oh stop it” Ash scolds playfully. “Everyone at work keeps talking about it - it’s like a mini escape room! And I’ve always wanted to do one, please.” She rants excitedly before giving you her best puppy dog eyes.

“Ugh that’s cheating. No one can resist those big brown eyes” you pout, but yield as easily as they knew you would.

“I know” Ash smirks, tossing back her long silky black hair over her slender shoulder.

“This is gonna be so much fun, I promise” Jen bumps your hip, giving you a wide encouraging smile.

You manage a strained grin as you let them lead you through the crowd. It’s not that you don’t like funhouses or the idea of doing an escape room, having always loved solving riddles and doing puzzles. It’s just you don’t like clowns, and every funhouse in your experience has at least one.

“Oh damn there’s a line!” Jen moans as you all stop in front of a large structure covered in flashing lights, the ominous ‘Tricksters Trap’ bathing your face in a violent red glow.

Garish contrasting colors somehow both attract your eye and make it hard to look at. Your pupils dilate with the lines of fluorescent bulbs burning into your retinas. The stereotypical circus music blares through the cheap speakers, reminding you of one of those old Jack in the box toys. And of course, without fail, was the obligatory clown statue hanging over the entrance, like some creepy sentinel there to guide you to your inevitable demise.

“Ugh fucking clowns” you grimace as you pass by the entrance, heading toward the end of the line.

“Yeah they definitely nailed the creep factor,” Jen agrees, her eyes shining with nervous excitement.

“I know isn’t it great?!” Ash squeals.

You stand there taking in the horrific detailing painted on the side of the metal structure. You are thankful when Ash explains there is a time limit, only ten minutes to complete the puzzle or else they kick you out and you have to try again. If you figure out the puzzle you get to leave through the mirror maze and you earn the coveted “I tricked the Trickster” sticker.

“Gotta get that sticker, or else that bitch Katie at work will never let me forget that she got one and I didn’t” Ash complains, causing you and Jen to share a look and snicker.

“Hey! Don’t laugh, this is serious! We gotta be smart and figure this out, failure is not an option” she urges dramatically before collapsing into drunken giggles with you and Jen.

“You ladies seem eager to prove yourselves,” slithers a low voice.

Startled you gasp and spin around quickly. The three of you look up at the tall lean figure standing behind you. He wears a perfectly tailored black ensemble, that matches the color of his slicked back hair. His eyes practically glow green against his alabaster complexion. His sharp cheekbones and angular jaw make your breath hitch, causing his thin lips to curve into a sinister smirk. He is stunning.

“Um, yeah. Well this place has the whole town buzzin’. Seems like everyone is talking about it” Jen is the first to speak.

“Ah I see. Wouldn’t want to miss your chance to take a stab at it” the mysterious man surmised, eyes focused on you.

“We got this shit. Right guys?” Ash assures him as she playfully smacks you and Jen.

“Well, I guess we’ll find out. Good luck,” he challenges with a raise of a brow.

You stare after him as he saunters away without another word. His hips and shoulders sway smoothly, his soft footsteps giving him a dangerous almost feline vibe, like he could rival even the most deadly of predators. As he turns to round the corner of the ride he takes one last look over his shoulder at you. Your eyes lock for only a fraction of a second but it’s enough to send a chill down your spine.

“That was weird, right?” You mutter, eyes still transfixed where he disappeared.

“Eh, just another creepy dude. If I had a nickel for every weirdo who tries to chat me up…” Jen jokes.

“You’d have like a whole 50 cents,” sasses Ash.

You are finally broken from your daze when Ash is pushed into you. You laugh and try to brush off the lingering effect of the handsome stranger, shifting your focus back to your friends. The line goes by quicker than expected, with only one group out of the three ahead of you making it out with stickers. The losing groups return to the line from a back door, bickering about where they went wrong.

Finally it is your turn. Ash claps her hands excitedly, dancing up the metal stairs to the costumed man at the entrance. His red and white stripped suit is expertly torn and painted with fake blood to make him look as intimidating as possible. With a tip of his top hat he welcomes the three of you and begins to explain the rules in his well practiced accent.

“Come one come all to the Tricksters Trap, if you’re feeling lost, just go find the map.” He sings with flair and a perfectly timed bow, directing you to the inauspicious black door.

Taking a deep breath you follow your squealing friends into the darkened hallway. Pausing to look back as the door creaks shut, cutting off the jovial sounds of laughter and chatter with a sudden slam. You flinch at the loud noise and turn back to the dim hallway. The short corridor is lined with wall to wall green velvet curtains barely visible with the green rope lights running along the ceiling.

“Guys?” You whisper when you don’t see them next to you, causing your heart rate to quicken

You call for them again, this time louder, your feet unwilling to move from the spot. It has only been thirty seconds and you are already about to call it quits. Get a grip. You take a hesitant step forward.

“You guys?!” You call shakily.

“Hey! Come on we found the map!” Jen pokes her head from around the corner at the end of the hall.

She disappears just as quickly, waving her arm for you to follow. You breathe a sigh of relief and rush after her. You enter a large room filled with all sorts of random objects. It’s as if it is designed to overload your senses. The green from the hall carried on into the room, more velvet green curtains hung on the walls that were not obstructed by shelves of books or other oddities. You saw everything from perfectly aligned glass jars filled with alien looking creatures, grandfather clocks, to treasure chests overflowing with grizzled toys.

Jen and Ash are hunched over a table with a map spread out smoothly. It was easy enough to see it was a map of the room and hallway, with what appeared to be three small rooms hidden along the wall behind the heavy green drapery. You go over and pull back a curtain and find a locked door, the other two also hiding a locked door.

“Ok so it looks like we gotta find a way to open these doors” you offer, your anxiety calming a bit as you focus on the mystery at hand.

“Hey look there is some sort of code over here by the lock on the door.” Ash hollers excitedly.

You each pick a door code and frantically search the room. It doesn’t take long for you to figure out you need to use the books on the large shelf along one wall. The first number tells you the book the second refers to a specific page. You find a slip of paper in the book with a riddle written in a blood red ink.

“I make two people out of one” You read aloud.

“You can hold me in one hand, but I’m used to fill the room” Ash reads hers, her face twisting in concentration.

You both look to Jen, “I have two hands, but I can’t clap.”

“Damn no wonder so many people failed, definitely wish I wasn’t drunk right now” Ash laughs.

“No no we can do this, it’s probably items in the room so let’s just focus. We’ll do one at a time.” You assert, pacing the room and trying to take in all the random objects.

“Two hands…” you mutter as you stop in front of a large grandfather clock. “Clocks have hands!” You yell excitedly and open the narrow door.

The heavy pendulums swing inside and you see a shining silver glint off the rounded golden end. You pull off the small silver key, stuck on by a tiny magnet, and jump in excitement.

“Holy crap! You’re a genius!” Jen exclaims running over to take the key and try it in the door.

The key slides in smoothly and the door opens with a gratifying click.

“Woo! Keep going, you are on a roll!” Ash claps as she cheers you on.

“Ok, ok” you giggle before taking a deep breath. “Two people out of one… maybe a camera? Or wait…” you realize as you stare at Ash currently checking her makeup in an antique mirror hung between two curtains.

“Ash! Try pulling on that mirror!” You yell pointing frantically at the mirror in front of her.

Her brows knit together briefly before understanding, grabbing the frame and tugging gently until it swings open, revealing a key hung on the wall.

“Yes!” You all shriek together.

Suddenly, the lights flicker and a loud maniacal cackle reverberates through the surround sound speaker, turning your elation into yelps of surprise.

“Two minutes left” a familiar polished voice echoes forebodingly throughout the room.

“Shit, that scared the crap out of me” Jen laughs clutching at her chest.

The warning gives you pause, managing to shift the spirit of the whole room. Ash giggles nervously as she watches the lights of the room transition from their previous dim yellow light to a menacing red hue. The mood lighting in addition to the increasing volume of the horror soundtrack playing over the speaker helps to put you back into your initial anxious state.

“Seriously? Is this fucking necessary?” You curse, shaking your head.

“Ok let’s get the last one guys! We can still do this!” Jen yells through the cacophony of sound effects.

“Yeah what can we fit in our hand but somehow also fills the room?” Ash reiterated the final riddle.

“These red lights make it so much harder to see” Jen complains bitterly as she rummages through the items inside a large chest.

“Lights… Jen that’s it! A lightbulb!” A smile breaks out on your face as you figure out the final clue.

“Look up there!” Ash points to a solitary darkened light bulb screwed into the ceiling.

“I got it.” Jen jumps onto the table and reaches up, unscrewing it quickly. “There is a key inside!” She shouts.

She unscrews the bottom of the fake lightbulb and received the key before handing it to Ash. Each of you run over to the corresponding doors and turn the key, squealing in delight when they all slide open.

“Is that it?” Jen asks looking into the cramped dark space behind the door.

It was little more than a closet. Barely enough room for each of you to stand in. You were at a loss. You could have sworn that would be the end.

“Guys there is a lever here on the back wall of mine, how about yours?” Ash’s muffled voice calls from inside her closet.

“Oh yeah mine too!” Jen replies.

“Do you think we have to pull them at the same time? ‘Cus mine did nothing when I tried it” Ash says poking her head out to look at you.

“Thirty seconds!” That haunting voice booms again as a tick clock sounds through the speakers, counting down your final moments.

“Ok let’s try it together!” You nod at both of them, before stepping into the tight dark space.

“THREE! TWO! ONE!” You shout, mirroring your friends calls, pulling down your lever with a snap.

There is a moment of silence as the lights of the room behind you suddenly go dark, the music and sound effects cutting off instantly.

“Did we get it?!” You yell.

You don’t get the chance to hear your friends response as the wood door slams behind you, locking you into the small space.

Tags: @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @caffiend-queen

[aitaikimochi]

BNHA Team Up Mission Spin-Off Manga Chapter 9 Summary Translation

The Boku No Hero Academia TEAM UP MISSION manga Chapter 9 follows Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima as they team up with Shiketsu's Camie to act in a stage play at a theme park. The chapter is really hilarious and lighthearted. 

The title of the chapter is “That’s Totally Overdoing the Illusion!”

Here's the entire chapter summary! Enjoy~

Boku No Hero Academia TEAM UP MISSION

By Akiyama Youkou

Chapter 9 That’s Totally Overdoing the Illusion!

The chapter starts off with Bakugou, Kirishima, and Todoroki on a Team Up Mission at a theme park called “Future World.” They arrive at the theme park and Kirishima says the theme park is amazing. Todoroki notes that it’s really big, and Bakugou says, “Whatever, it’s just for kids.” They then are approached by Camie, who says, “Omg no way! U.A. is like, here too??”

Camie says “I’m like so totally excited to be meeting up with some hotties again, like woah!”

Bakugou says he has no idea what the hell Camie is saying, and Kirishima exclaims, “Oh! It’s a Shiketsu student from the Provisional Hero License Exam!” Kirishima proceeds to introduce himself in his intense manner, and Camie says that he kinda acts like Inasa.

It turns out that the Team Up Mission requires U.A. Academy to team up with Shiketsu at the amusement park to assist the staff with something. They meet up with the CEO of the park to figure out what exactly he needs help on. The CEO is a tiny man with a large mustache dressed up like a jester.

The CEO asks them to follow him to another side of the park, called Retro Land. This theme park is a run-down and old looking traditional theme park with barely any customers. The CEO of the theme park says that he brought them here to take part in a stage play to attract more customers.

He hands them a script, which is about a town being attacked by villains. The heroes show up and fight the villains, and the heroes end up in a pinch. However, with the help of the citizens cheering them on, the heroes are able to restore peace back to the city.

Kirishima hears the outline of the play and gets excited, saying it’s such an awesome mainstream story. Bakugou scoffs and says, “but it’s damn basic.” Kirishima then says, “Nah, I like it!”

The students then go into a rehearsal of the scene where the heroes are in a pinch. One of the professional actresses, a Dog Lady wearing a skull choker, low v-neck vest, studded belt, and long pants, says, “Oh you guys are actually heroes? Then you probably haven’t acted before?”

Kirishima then tries to do his best acting, saying “Gahh…I’m…strong….guhhh I won’t…fall down…I’ll never turn my back…because I….I….!!!” and overdoes his acting.

Camie then says “Like holy crap the Villain blindsided me, and now I’m on the floor like discarded bubble tea!”

Todoroki just falls onto the floor silently. Bakugou tries acting, screaming “I WILL NEVER FALL TO THE LIKES OF A VILLAIN!” The Dog Lady actress asks them if they were actually even trying to act, and they all say they were doing their best. The Dog Lady says she’s a bit worried about how this will go.

In either case, they need to decide which role everyone will be taking part. The Dog Lady instructs them to decide among themselves who will get what role.

Bakugou and Camie both say at the same time they want to be the lead Hero role. Camie says, “Wait, but I’m older than you so I totally should be the lead Hero role!” Bakugou gets mad and screams, “BUT I AM THE STRONGEST ONE HERE. BESIDES, I AM Q.E.D.!**”

Camie says “Damn yo, that’s the lowest of the low” and Bakugou yells, “Shut the hell up and speak your mother tongue, damnit!”

Kirishima tries to calm him saying, “Calm down guys, Camie-senpai too…!” He then notices that Todoroki is looking at a child’s playground bear spring rider, and Kirishima asks, “Oh, do you want to ride it? The staff did say we could enjoy the park as much as we’d like!” Kirishima mentions that they never really had a chance to go to a theme park ever since entering High School, and being at a theme park feels nostalgic as it brings back memories of his childhoold.

Todoroki then says, “No…I don’t have any memories of ever going to a theme park.”

Camie looks at Todoroki and says, “Uh, like no way?”

Kirishima then grabs Todoroki and says, “WELL IF THAT’S THE CASE…JUST PRACTICING OUR LINES WILL GET STALE, SO LET’S ENJOY THE THEME PARK!” and rides the bear spring rider together with Todoroki.

Camie wants to join them too, and she, Kirishima, and Todoroki go on a carousel while Bakugou gets irritated. Camie is taking a picture for Kirishima and Todoroki on her cellphone while Kirishima calls out to Bakugou saying, “Heeyyy! Bakugou, come join us!”

Bakugou scoffs, “Hmph, waste of time.”

Kirishima, Todoroki, and Camie then ride a roller coaster together and Kirishima shouts, “It’s fun you know!”

Bakugou says, “This is no time to be playing with these stupid toys…!”

Kirishima then grins and says to Bakugou “All right then, if that’s the case, let’s decide who gets the lead Hero hero role by seeing who can get the least dizzy from the tea cup ride!” This piques Bakugou’s interest, and Kirishima further taunts him saying, “If you’re not confident about it, then you don’t gotta force yourself!”

This gets Bakugou fired up and he says, “I’m going to spin this shit and kill all of you guys!!!!!!!” He sits in the tea cup next to Kirishima, Camie, and Todoroki and spins it like crazy. Camie looks like she’s going to throw up and says, “Wait…Bakugou…you’re like, turning it way too fast!”

Bakugou looks at Kirishima and taunts, “HOW IS IT!? YOU DON’T LOOK SO GOOD. GONNA GIVE UP YET!?” and Kirishima yells back, “YOU MUST BE JOKING! NOT EVEN CLOSE! TURN IT UP!!”

Bakugou then screams, “PLUS ULTRAAAAAA!!!” as he spins the cup so fast it looks as if they are not moving at all. Camie squeaks “Helllaaaaaaa…”

After they get off the ride, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Camie are wobbling around and walking unevenly, with Kirishima accidentally heading towards the direction of the girl’s bathroom in his dizzy state and Camie about to throw up on the floor. Bakugou sways and proudly points at no one, saying “You bastard, you’re all dizzy!”

Kirishima says, “Guh…did…didja see that, Bakug….erghh!” Camie says she’s going to hurl. Todoroki asks, “Uh, where are you guys even going?”

Kirishima then notices that Todoroki is completely unphased, and he asks “Todoroki…you’re okay!?” Todoroki responds, “I feel a bit uneasy…”

With that, it’s decided that Todoroki gets the lead Hero role. They then head back to the stage, and there’s a few people in the audience already as well as two camera men who will be filming this performance and uploading it online later.

All the students are ready for their performance, and as they act out the first scene, a group of people corner the CEO and threaten him. The group are land developers who tell the CEO to give up Retro Land since it’s going out of business anyway. He grabs the CEO in a chokehold, but the CEO says he won’t hand over the park to these people.

As this is happening, Camie, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima go backstage after their first act. Camie says they can take a short break until the next scene. Kirishima remarks that the camera was focused a lot on him, but Bakugou says he’s pretty damn sure he was the one getting more spotlight.

As they walk backstage, they see the group of people threatening the CEO. Kirishima, Todoroki, and Bakugou easily take out these villains, but the villain tells the CEO that they had planted a trap at the roller coaster in Retro Land where a part of the roller coaster tracks were destroyed. The ride operators did not know this, and there’s currently a cart that will be falling off the roller coaster tracks soon. The villain mentions that no one would want to go to a theme park after hearing of such a bad accident. Kirishima realizes this and rushes first to the roller coaster ride.

Meanwhile, Camie is wondering what to do because their break is over, and they’re due to be on stage again. Since the boys are dealing with the villains, she decides to create illusions of all of them and wing the performance off script with her illusion versions of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima.

She recreates the pretty boy Todoroki illusion, who turns to the Dog Lady, who’s playing the role of the villain, and says, “Won’t you…please stop being a villain? You should become a Hero instead!” and the Dog Lady blushes and immediately falls for it, saying “YES…!”

Since Camie can’t access the script right now, she just decides to ad lib everything and make up a new story. She makes the Illusion Kirishima turn out to be the actual villain of the story, and the camera men who are in the audience wonder what happened to the original script.

On the other side of the park, Kirishima is already on top of the roller coaster tracks and uses his hardening to stop the oncoming roller coaster cart. He tries to stop it but the cart still keeps going.

Bakugou then comes behind him and steps on his back, and Kirishima looks back and says “Bakugou!”

The guy on the front seat of the ride screams “Why are there two people [on the tracks]!?”

Bakugou says that there’s not enough manpower to stop the roller coaster. He places one hand on Kirishima’s back to support him while using his other hand to set off a huge explosion, propelling them forward to nullify the movement of the roller coaster cart.

Back at the stage, Camie is doing her best trying to improv the play. Her Illusion Villain Kirishima gloats that he will fulfill his revenge. The Illusion Todoroki cries out, “No! Please stop this fight!” while a very quiet and calm looking Bakugou places his hand on Illusion Todoroki’s shoulder.

The real Bakugou and Kirishima are still trying to stop the roller coaster cart from going further, and Kirishima hugs the front of the roller coaster as Bakugou continues to use his explosion to stop the cart. They finally successfully stop the coaster, and Kirishima falls back in relief, showing a dent in the front of the roller coaster cart in the shape of his body.

Just as they saved the roller coaster cart, Camie was finished with the play as well. The two camera men who were filming the play were so moved they started crying at how good the play was. One of the camera men mentions that he wants to bring this Hero Stage play around the entire country because it was so moving.

The resolution scene shows the Illusion Villain Kirishima shaking hands with the Illusion Quiet Bakugou with the closing line, “And with that, the hero that looked the most like a Villain was able to open the actual Villain’s heart and let him turn a new leaf.”

The crowd cheers as Illusion Bakugou and Illusion Villain Kirishima continue to shake hands.

At the roller coaster, Todoroki assists the people in the roller coaster cart off the tracks by using his ice to create an emergency ladder. Kirishima then smiles at Camie and says, “Good work Camie-senpai! You did it!” Camie looks like she’s going to hurl again since she overused her quirk, saying “I feel hella sick…I like, overdid the illusions…hella…”

With that, the four students finish their training at the amusement park together. Later that week, the Retro Land Stage Play was uploaded onto a video streaming site, and the video got 1,200 likes and counting. The show was a hit online, and because of that, Retro Land’s popularity bounced back and more people started going to the theme park.

However, because of the stage play, Kirishima, Bakugou, and Todoroki also gained some new fans.

The last scene shows the two camera men hiding in the bushes with cameras while Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima are walking.

Kirishima ask them, “Hey uh…do you guys get the feeling we’re being watched…?”

THE END!

[celinchen-uwu]

The Darkling x Reader

Summary: The Darkling saves you at the last moment from a Volcra. Somehow he looks familiar.

A/N: Hey my fellas, i thought i write a little The Darkling x Reader story. This oneshot has nothing to do with the show or the books, just a little scenario. It’s my first one so your feedback would be nice :3

You can give me requests if you want..anyways enjoy~

In the last seconds you can duck from the razor sharp claws of the monster, which is attacking you from above.

How did you get in this situation?, you think to yourself. Actually it should have been a cozy evening, but now you're running for your life, in this eternal sea of shadows. Disoriented and clueless what‘s happening. The only thing you know is, if you’re stop running, you‘ll die.

~It was a pleasant spring day. The sun shone down warm on your face. You were walking home from work, ready for a nice and cozy Netflix and chill evening with your best friend, as it suddenly started raining heavily.

Quickly you searched for a shelter, to protect you from your the rain. After a few minutes it rained even heavier. You texted your friend, that you‘d be arriving much later than you expected, because of the rain.

When after 10 minutes there was still no improvement to be hoped for, you moved on. Your (h/l) (h/c) hair was stuck to your face when you saw a puddle that showed a strange darkness. A burning curiosity overwhelmed you and you walked spellbound to the puddle.

-Indeed. How can it be that this puddle shows a seemingly different world than it‘s physically possible? - you thought to yourself. As if in a trance, you crouched down. Your hand was magically attracted and when you touched the puddle, you fell into the gloomy darkness.

You screamed until your lungs hurted. -Is this my end? Am i going to die like this? It can‘t be, it‘s impossible, i have to be dreaming. Did i have an accident? Am i lying in a comatose? Yes.. yes, it has to be-, In the middle of your thoughts you hit a huge thing.

You drew in your breath, distorted with pain.

-This can't be a dream, if this shit hurts so damn much-

Shocked, you looked at the object you had landed on. A gray flying monster. "Holy shit, what the hell?!" it slipped out of your mouth. In turn, it screamed at you and tried to throw you off its back.

You cling tightly onto its back, hastily rummaging in your bag for a useful item, to defend yourself. Triumphantly, you held your pen in the air and rammed it into the creature's skull with the strongest force you could muster.

Twitching and with a last dying screech, the monster crashed with you on its back. The impact was ‚softer‘ than you could have hoped for. -Wow, didn't think it would be that easy ^^-, you thought to yourself with relief, as you saw more of these monsters rushing at you.

You quickly pulled your pen out of the head of the now motionless creature and picked up your bag from the floor. With the devils themselves behind you. With one final thought you stormed off....

-Fuck!- ~

During your escape you have reviewed your ‚warm reception‘. Pumped full of adrenaline, you run breathlessly through the darkness.

Suddenly you are knocked over from behind with such a force that you fly a few meters further. Your bag is thrown away by the violent collision with one of these things.

Shakily, you pull yourself back to your feet and face the thing. Blood is running out of your newly gained laceration, down your face. It roars at you and all you can think about is getting to your pocket to defend yourself. With a big leap, you dodge the thing and frantically search for your bag. As it tries to attack you repeatedly, you can't dodge it without another wound. It has scratched your side. - Fuck, luckily it only got me superficially-.

Again you stand up to dodge. It still managed to ram you. Now you fly to the ground with a hard bang.

Terrified and unable to stand up, you scramble away from the monster. As it jumps towards you, you bump into a can. It's your pepper spray, which must have fallen out of your pocket. -Please God, oh please make it work, I beg you- is your thought as you spray the content right into the monster's eyes.

It howls and jerks away from you. As you quickly turn around, you discover your bag and a thick branch. You grab your bag and reach for the branch.

"If I have to die, then you will die with me! Did you hear me, you disgusting beast!", and with these words you throw yourself at the blind monster and hit it as hard as you can. You throw yourself at it with battle cries and you both overturn.

Suddenly, something brushes you. The monster now on the ground, motionless. Trembling and exhausted, you look to the right side. A gorgeously tall man dressed in black stands beside you. Offers you a hand. When you take it, he pulls you behind him, into the daylight.

First blended by the sudden light, you blink your eyes shut. Slowly open the eyes again, you see your savior. A handsome man with eyes so dark as the shadows. Distracted from this feeling that you kind of know him, you can’t hear him first, as he opens his mouth to say something.

Coming towards you, he kisses you without warning. Startled, you want to pull back, but the more intimate the kiss becomes, the more you get the feeling that you know him.

"(y/n) I thought you were dead. I‘ve missed you so much, darling". After these words he kissed you again and held you close to his body, as if you would disappear again if he didn't hold you tight enough.

For years now you feel complete again, the lost piece regained.

„Nothing will be able to separate us again.“