#my brain focused so well until it was lunch time and now my brains like DOWNLOAD FIRE EMBLEM AWAKENING.... DO IT....

[elegyofthemoon]

lord give me the strength to not download and play fe awakening or fates again theres only so much i can handle with the little time i have and i dont need my brain to be losing attention enough as is

[moinsbienquekaworu]

I'm so so chatty recently! I think it's the brainrot + excitement of the upcoming England Adventures + the fact I sleep like shit and it's half my fault + a low social need

[authorhjk1]

dont you think Haewon deserves to get absolutely destroyed in her childhood room while her parents are downstairs

Marking

(Oh Haewon X Male Reader)

"I don't really get, why you had to come too. It's not like you're my boyfriend."

"I'm not. Lucky me."

You feel Haewon's elbow in your ribs.

"Hey, I'm driving!"

"So what?"

You send her an angry glare, before looking back ahead, focusing on the traffic.

The two of you are on your way to Haewon's parents. They are celebrating their anniversary today. A special one. 25 years. And the both of you are invited. Haewon for obvious reasons and you because you know her father. You only found out after your shenanigans at her place after your breakup. You saw a picture of him on her fridge while you left. And it turns out, he is your boss.

Well, not exactly. He is the head of the marketing team at the company you're working at. You are in a different department. He still has the higher position though. The two of you had to work together occasionally and, despite the age difference, you got along very well. That was, until you started to fuck his daughter's brains out every chance you got.

"We are here."

The two of you get out of the car. While Haewon walks towards the door, you get her stuff and trail after her. She didn't have time to change into her dress yet.

"Mom, dad!"

Haewon greets them and you shake the pair's hands afterwards. Luckily, her father knows that your ex girlfriend Sullyoon is his daughter's best friend. So it's not that weird that the two of you know each other. But it might have been a little suspicious for the two of you to arrive in the same car.

"Please come in. We have prepared lunch already."

"Thank you."

You smile at them, but you can't help but feel guilty. You doubt that they know what you have been doing to their beloved daughter every single day for the past couple of weeks.

"Haewon, go upstairs and get changed. After we are finished eating, we are driving to the party."

"Please, Mr. Oh. Let me drive. The two of you should just relax today."

"Thank you so much, dear."

Haewon's mom accepts your offer with a big smile.

"Too bad that Sullyoon found you, before our daughter did."

"Mom!"

Haewon's cheeks turn red in embarrassment as her mom teases her.

"She is coming too today, why is she not here?"

You glance at Haewon upon hearing her dad's question. Seems like she hasn't told them yet. Maybe to have an excuse for the two of you to keeps seeing each other.

"Well, she... She is very busy with work these days. She told me to pick Haewon up and drive her here. She will catch up with us at the party."

Not your finest moment, but you don't want to call Haewon a liar in front of her parents.

Come upstairs

You stare at the message on your phone. What the hell, Haewon? You know what she wants from you. But this is her parents house. Her father is sitting two meters away from you. How could you...

If you come upstairs now, I'll admit it.

You scoff in disbelief. This has been going on for weeks and now, Haewon wants to admit that she is a whore? A little late in your opinion. But then again, hearing it from her own mouth, while she cums on your cock...

The picture in your head makes you get off the couch.

"Haewon texted me. She needs help with her dress."

You explain yourself without even thinking about your words. It's surprising to see how fast your blood can rush from your brain to your cock, just by thinking of Haewon's desperate moans and whines.

"Sure. Go ahead"

You're glad her father doesn't seem to catch on as you climb the stairs, taking two steps at a time.

You barge into Haewon's childhood room. She stands in the middle. Naked.

"Took you longer than I expected."

You slowly tear your eyes off her naked frame and scan the room. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe. Nothing special. Her walls are decorated with her paintings though. She was definitely not very old, when she made them. They look like ones from six year olds. But still not bad. Your eyes land on the wax crayons, which are lined up by color, lying on her desk. But the nude woman in front of you quickly brings back your attention on her.

Haewon steps forward, her arms wrapping around your neck.

"Fuck me and I confess."

You roll your eyes.

"I'm not falling for that again."

"It's not a joke this time."

Haewon gives you grin.

"Admit it first. Then I fuck you."

This is how your 'relationship' started out anyways. Haewon broke you and Sullyoon up and just wouldn't admit that she did it, because she wanted you. Because she is a slut.

"No. Wrong order."

Haewon gives you another teasing grin.

"Fine."

You give in, knowing that, except for fucking it out of her, there is not much you can do about it anyway.

The two of you quickly engage in a heated kiss, warming each other up. Not that Haewon needs much of that. You can tell by how her core rubs against your thigh.

"If you want me to fuck you good, you better start sucking."

You whisper into her mouth, while slightly pulling away.

"You are not too big of a whore yet to take all of it without lube."

Haewon bites your lip, the pain makes you flinch.

"You just want to see me choke on it again."

Without a word, you grab her shoulders and push her down.

"Not that I'm complaining."

A devilish grin appears on her otherwise innocent face.

Haewon starts out slow by just putting the tip into her mouth. She lets her tongue swirl around it, while both her hands wrap around your cock.

Her blowjob is everything but slow and sensual though, once she gets into it. Like a hungry animal, Haewon starts to engulf your cock. You're reminded of this morning. That's how your day started.

Her hands quickly stroke you, while her head bobs up and down. Her eyes look up at you, almost mocking your inability to keep standing still. You can't help it. You have to hold onto something, or you'll fall. The only thing in sight, as usual, is Haewon's head.

You place one of your hands on top of it. Haewon immediately stops. Her eyes tell you to use her. Her eyes tell you that she is a whore. But her mouth still doesn't. To be fair, it's full with cock right now. But you make a silent promise to yourself. Within the next twenty minutes, Haewon will be calling herself a whore, while she begs for more.

You slowly pull her back onto your cock. Only halfway though. It doesn't make her choke, but you can already hear her breathing through her nose. You loosen your grip, Haewon's lips glide along your length, until they reach your tip. A moment to let her take one last breath.

A second later, Haewon chokes hard. Your cock is blocking her airflow. It's entirety is stuffed down her throat. Her nose is pressed against your abdomen. You hold her in place.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Four seconds

Five seconds

Haewon's eyes give you a silent challenge. Every fiber of her being tells you that she is a whore. Why can't her mouth do the same?

Five seconds turn into ten seconds.

Spit starts to leak out of the corners of her mouth.

Ten seconds turn into fifteen seconds.

Haewon's eyes become wider as she realizes that you don't intend to let go anytime soon.

Fifteen seconds turn into twenty seconds.

Her nostrils flare as Haewon's breathing becomes heavier, faster.

Twenty seconds turn into twenty five seconds.

Her drool now falls off her chin in the form of long strings.

Just as you reach thirty seconds, you let go.

Haewon falls off your cock. Her mouth still hanging open as she backs away. She tries to catch her breath, her naked chest heaving heavily.

"I will wait for your confession, once you're done with surviving."

You give her smug grin.

Haewon doesn't have the energy to reply. The lack of oxygen is still visible.

"Or are you in for round two?"

This time, Haewon shakes her head.

"But you're not gonna confess what a whore you are?"

She shakes her head again.

You groan.

"Fine. But I will not be leaving this room, until your whole body screams whore."

You take a step closer towards her desk.

"And I know just the right way to start."

After grabbing the red wax crayon, you turn back around. Haewon's eyes are slowly wandering towards your hand.

"I hope this washes off easily. For your sake."

Haewon barely has time to open her mouth, before you're already towering over her. Taking a fistful of her short hair, you make her turn her head.

The young woman feels the cold crayon on her cheek. You stain her gorgeous face. Her skin senses your handwriting. The swing of the letter S. A straight line down, one to the right. An L. Another swing U. Two more lines form a T.

You let go of Haewon's hair, letting her head return to its original place. You lean back, taking in your work.

She glares at you. Her cheek is covered with red wax. The word 'slut' seems to glow on her otherwise flawless skin.

"Well, slut..."

The word slowly drips off your tongue with such a degrading undertone.

"Let's fuck that confession out of you."

You lift Haewon off the floor and place her on her windowsill. She shivers as the cold glass makes contact with her back.

"So much space for me to write on."

You whisper as your free hand wanders all over her front.

"You wouldn't dare."

You raise an eyebrow.

"I already did, slut."

You step closer, parting her legs in the process. Your faces only inches away, the tip of your cock now resting on her wet pussy lips.

"And I will cover your entire body."

You immediately start to fulfill that promise. Haewon weakly tries to push your hand away, but you hold her wrists with one hand. You place the tip of the wax crayon right between her tits and her collarbone. You slowly read the words as you write them on her skin.

"Sex toy."

Haewon closes her eyes. She shivers again. You are sure it's not because of the glass.

"Do you want another one?"

She shakes her head and shoots you an evil glare. Her lips are pressed together, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of begging you to stop.

"Suit yourself."

This time, you place the crayon right above her pussy. Her smoothly shaven skin becomes your canvas. You don't read the word out loud, this time.

It takes her moment, since Haewon has to read it upside down.

"Owned"

Just as she understands its meaning, you're already past her lips.

"Ngh! Please!"

A loud whine escapes her mouth as she feels your tip inside of her. Your cock starts to stretch her out as you slowly push forward.

"From now on, whenever you deny being a whore, I'll ruin your body further."

Just as you say that, you are just as deep as Haewon can take it. She starts to take heavy breaths again. Her eyes are glued to the part of your cock that's still not inside her.

"Are you a whore?"

You sigh, knowing full well that she won't agree yet. Haewon shakes her head.

You place the crayon on her left shoulder.

"Bitch"

You focus on fucking her now. Being inside of Haewon doesn't allow you to properly focus on humiliating her. You need to blow off some steam first. And what is better for that than Haewon's snug hole?

You start to screw Haewon into the window behind her. Her back is pressed flat against it. Her legs are spread wide, dangling off the windowsill. One of your hands holds onto her waist while the other is loosely placed on her thigh, still holding the crayon.

Haewon's moans fill the room she has grown up in. All those memories of her childhood are now stained by this experience. They are worthless. All that matters now, is that she is a whore. Slowly, Haewon's own mind comes to that conclusion. So slow, she almost doesn't realize it.

Your pounding makes her slowly lose her mind. Her moans increase in volume. Her whines reach a higher pitch.

"Again, are you a whore?"

This time, you catch her hesitate. But then, Haewon shakes her head again.

Her eyes are barely able to follow the crayon as you slow down your thrusts only a little. Just enough, so you can properly write. Her skin just above her navel is now showing off a marking as well.

"Cocksleeve"

Haewon doesn't have time to read the second half as you pick up the pace again.

"Oh, god!"

Her head leans against the glass behind her. Her back arches, her chest gets pushed towards you. Instead of leaning in and sucking on her tits, you reach forward with your free hand.

"Aaah!"

Haewon let's out a loud cry as you pinch her nipple. And the other one. Another scream.

"S-Stop. It hurts."

She whines, but you both know that that's not her safeword.

"Tell me, if you want me to be gentle. Are you a whore?"

"No!"

She gives you a determined glare. An angry pout.

Once again her crayon finds her skin.

This time, you write on both her tits.

"Free"

"Use"

Haewon looks down, barely manages to read it, and lets out another moan.

"So you do like it rough? Thought so."

You let the wax crayon fall onto the windowsill. Hooking your arms under her legs, you pull her towards you.

"Oh, fuck!"

Her cry can be heard throughout the whole house. You're sure of it. You're buried balls deep inside her cunt. Your thrusts are harder now. You go as fast as possible, not wanting to give her a split second to breath. Her eyes, once locked on yours, are now rolling to the back of her head. Haewon's mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

"Are you a whore?"

This time, Haewon doesn't even respond. Maybe she didn't hear you. Who cares?

You let one leg fall down to reach for the crayon. Another two words are added to the others.

"Sex object"

Between her collarbone and her throat.

Haewon feels you, marking her again. But an overwhelming heat rushes through her body in an alarming pace. It starts out inside her pussy. Right around your cock. It travels through her core. Through her abdomen and her organs. Past her tits. Through her throat. Until it finally reaches her brain. And her mouth.

"Oh holy fuck!"

Haewon cums hard. You start to produce squishing sounds as you keep stuffing Haewon's wet pussy with your cock. Her hands search for your body, trying to push you away. Her legs quiver and shake, before they wrap around you, trapping you in place.

"N-No more."

She weakly sighs, once she has started to calm down.

"I haven't heard the magic word from you yet.

"Haewon, honey! Are you alright? The clock is ticking!"

Misses Oh's voice makes you both look at the door. Luckily, it sounded like it was coming from downstairs.

"In a minute."

Haewon's voice cracks in the middle of her sentence.

"Maybe we should open that door and let them hear you."

"Whore!"

You're surprised at how quickly Haewon blurts out that word.

"I'm a whore! I admit it."

She looks down, very aware that your still inside of her.

"I know. "

You lean forward and kiss her forehead.

"Was it that hard?"

Haewon timidly shakes her head.

Her eyes widen when you raise the crayon again.

"W-Wait what are you doing?"

"Hold still."

"But-"

"I feel like your confession isn't coming from a genuine place, you know? Plus, I need to mark the spot, where I want to cum."

Haewon gulps, but stays silent and doesn't move.

You start on her right cheek. Three words. You keep going, even when you reach her nose. Once you are on the other side of her face, you finish the line. The last letter is placed right next to the first word you wrote on her. The new words cover her whole face. From right to left.

"Cum hungry slut"

You don't tell her what you wrote.

"Knees."

Haewon follows your order and you're back to where you started. It doesn't take long for her to bring you to the edge from there. A nice, quick blowjob. Her hands massaging your cock. Her tongue lapping her own juices off of you.

"Damn, Haewon."

You grunt, which makes her look up at you with those big eyes.

She points your cock at her own face, strokes you two more times and then makes you orgasm. You explode right above her face, covering it with your cum. Her nose, her cheeks, her lips. All of it is ruined by your seed. And the rest of her body is marked with red wax.

"Write it down."

You nod towards her desk.

Haewon understands. She doesn't even get off the ground. She crawls the short distance, reaches up and grabs a piece of paper and the black crayon. You enjoy the view of her ass, before she turns back around. She writes one word.

"WHORE"

When she looks up again, you're already holding your phone in your hand, the camera ready.

Haewon holds up her self made sign.

"A little lower."

You make sure that every single mark you left on her body is clearly visible. Your cum is still staining her face as well.

"What a whore you are."

You chuckle as you snap a couple of pictures.

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Hi everybody!

Hope you enjoyed this one. This chapter is gonna be the last of of this small series. So there won't be any follow up fics.

Stay healthy!

[euphoricimagination]

Friends don’t look that way

Feat. Kenma, Osamu & Sakusa

Kenma

Kuroo has never seen Kenma this way before.

Kenma has always been quiet, enjoying the company of his games way more than any other person; yet he was always caring about anyone else perception of him, always noticing eyes on him. However, Kenma never looks back, never looks at anyone directly that he didn’t have to look at.

So when Kuroo saw his friend on the lunch table, looking in front of him every few minutes with an unusual look, he was confused.

Kenma usually spends his lunchtime playing, if it wasn’t for Kuroo he would even forget to eat, so it’s no wonder than the captain wants to know what is grabbing the attention of his best friend.

He followed Kenma’s gaze once he lift his eyes up, finding you laughing with your friends. He has seen you before, you were in the same class as Kenma and sat behind him. You also seemed to enjoy volleyball and gaming as much as his friend, as he has seen you in their volleyball matches wearing a well love Legend of Zelda hoodie. He looks at you again, you were hearing whatever your friend was telling you with a smile on your face, before he looks back at Kenma, his eyes shining in a very particular way

“Do you know her?” Kuroo asks his friend, making him come out of his small trance

“Yn? Yeah, she’s my classmate” he answers back again with his nonchalant expression

“I meant it as actually knowing her, talking to her” he insist, seeing a faint blush on his friend face

“Yeah, she’s nice”

“She has to be more than nice for you to be so unsubtle with your heart eyes for her”

“I’m not…looking at her like that” he mumbles with a mixture of annoyance and shyness, as he hides his face in the scarf around his neck. Kuroo smirks at his friend response, not believing anything that comes out of his mouth, especially when Kenma lifts his eyes towards you again only to find out that you were looking at him too. Kuroo laughs out loud now as the both of you blush, putting a hand on Kenma’s shoulder

“Well, I don’t think you’re the only one with heart eyes” he says encouraging only to receive a glare from Kenma, a useless glare considering how red he is. His friend is definitely in love.

Osamu

Osamu is not concentrating as he should be in this practice match. He knows it, Atsumu has pointed out, Kita also remind him that they were playing several times, and now even the coach is pointing it out, scolding him for not taking this practice match seriously.

But it’s not his fault, Osamu thinks to himself, how it’s he supposed to concentrate when you are in the bleachers watching the match alongside your friends? How is he supposed to not look at you when you look so cute being all excited every time they score a point?

However, he doesn’t really understand why he is so unable to focus. Normally when you want to impress someone you would try your hardest to be better than normal, trying to stand out for them to notice. So how come his brain decided to do the exact opposite? Not only he was failing his serves miserably, but also he has unable to stop looking at you, resulting in him pathetically failing at receiving some of the easiest serves.

“Oi” Atsumu calls him once the coach finished talking “What the hell is wrong with ya?! Ya suck!”

“Eh?” Osamu looks at him back “I don’t suck, maybe yer’re the problem, dontcha think?”

“Me?! Ya know damn well I ain’t the problem here!” Atsumu throws him a ball, however he can catch it quite easily “What are ya even looking at?!”

“I think I know” says Suna smirking, looking in your direction and making him look at you too. Atsumu also follows his brother gaze, noticing how Osamu’s eyes change slightly when you lock eyes with him “What is it Samu? You like- Oi, listen to me”

Osamu is listening to everything, however he can’t seem to process any words coming out of his friends mouth, only focusing on you…until he received a slap on the back of his head

“Oi, stop eyeing them like they’re a piece of snack, ya fucking weirdass, she ain’t food” Atsumu says this time. Weird? Was he being weird? Osamu doesn’t know if you find it weird or not, but he does know that he doesn’t like Atsumu calling him out like that

“The fuck? I don’t do that, I don’t know what yer’re talking about” he says defensively, a useless attempt, really

“Ya liar! Ya haven’t stop looking at her this whole time!” Atsumu says again “No wonder ya have no fans, yer’re a weirdo”

“I’m not! Shut ya trap, ya asshat!” he says, feeling a slight hotness in his face

“Whatever, I will not allow ya to be useless right now” Atsumu says simply, walking towards the fence where you were standing “Oi! Yn-chan! Will ya go out with Osamu later?!”

He screams at you, making you blush and look back at Osamu, who also has a red face. Despite being embarrassed, you nod your head, receiving a bunch lf teasing remarks from your friends as Atsumu comes back to the team

“What was that for?!” Osamu screams at his brother

“There, got ya a date with her. Now, if ya keep playing bad I’ll ask the coach to replace ya” Atsumu answers, clearly too focus on the match to notice that he help his brother to have a date with the girl he likes

Osamu scoff slightly annoyed, however, it fully sinks in once he saw your happy, blushed face while Suna pats his back. He has a date with you, and he was excited for that, but now he has a practice match to focus on

Sakusa

“So like…Do you like her or something?” he hears Komori say besides him, making him turn his head towards him, a confused expression on his face. Who was Komori talking about?

“Why would you think that? How could you think that?” Sakusa asks. He seriously doesn’t get from where his cousin gain that idea, it’s not like he was doing anything in particular

“Because you keep staring at her like you’re in love or something” Komori says, pointing with his head to where you were, sitting on the other side of the classroom. Oh

Oh.

Everything suddenly just… clicked into Sakusa’s head, he was looking at you this whole time, your presence so relaxing that he didn’t even notice that he was staring at you. But then again, you always have manage to change his behaviors a little.

He recalls meeting you for a group project in where the teachers assigned the groups, and since you two where the only ones doing the job, he ended up finding you pleasant to be with. You two started to do homework together, which turn into you befriending Komori too, which somehow turn into you sometimes joining them for lunch or going to cheer them on their practice.

Soon enough your presence went from pleasant to likeable, which lead into him going to you from time to time. He didn’t understood a part of the lesson? He demanded you explain it to him. He received way too many gifts by his annoying fans? You’re the only person he even offers some of them before throwing them away. He was annoyed or anxious by the loud room? He always tries to find you there to feel at ease, because you always seem to find a way to calm him down. Like now, that you felt his eyes on you, which made you smile warmly to him, making all his worries disappear.

Komori was right. He’s in love with you.

He doesn’t even answer his cousin before standing up and going to your sit, with you receiving him with a playful yet worried smile.

“My practice ends at 6.00 pm today, wait for me” He says, it wasn’t an order but also wasn’t a question

“Yeah, I’ve nothing to do, thanks for asking” you say sarcastically, making him roll his eyes “Sure, I’ll wait. What for?”

“You’ll know later” he says before going back to his -smirking- cousin. It took him long enough to realize his feelings for you, he wasn’t going to take any longer to confess.

[doe-eyed-fool]

Guess who’s back!(sorry if you’re sick of me but my squirrel brain has blessed me again!)

Lucifer X Reader whose love language is food, loves eating, cooking, and sharing food. Shows their care for Luci by buying him or cooking food, making sure that every time they’re together that he’s fed. Cuz you can’t tell me that this man doesn’t forget to eat. Reader always asks if he ate today and always insists on making something if he hasn’t. Packs up leftovers for him to enjoy later and almost always knocks at his office door with a plate of food, a snack, or something sweet she baked.

I love this so much, he deserves to be taken care of like the princess he is🥺

Also no way am I sick of you, I like getting requests! Especially cute ones like this

Made With Love

Lucifer x Reader

Being the king of hell came with a lot of responsibilities. Meetings with the other sins and powerful demons, mountains of paperwork, and now he was a full time father again.

It was all time consuming. But whenever he had some time for himself, he would usually pour himself into his, duck focused, creations. He'd be tinkering away for hours, he wouldn't even know that it was the middle of the night until he nearly passed out in the middle of his work.

At that point, he was too tired to feed himself and would just flop down onto the bed. Only to wake up and repeat it all over again.

That is, until you showed up. You and Lucifer had been dating a little while after the hotel was rebuilt. And once you learned of his unhealthy habits, needless to say, you were a little more than upset. But mostly concerned.

"Luci?" You open the door to Lucifer's workshop. Lucifer responds with a light "hm?" as you walked inside. He didn't even look at you, he must be really invested in whatever he was working on. You walked up beside him and look down.

There were noticeable bags under his eyes, and his hair was a bit of a mess. Worst of all, his hands were shaking. "Lucifer? How long have you been at this?" You ask.

"Oh uh, a few..." Lucifer looks up at the clock. His eyes widen slightly. "Hours..."

You frown and cross your arms. "Lucifer." Your tone was stern, but not harsh. Lucifer sighed and set down his tools. "I know. I'm sorry." You place your hand on his shoulder. "Have you had a break at all? Or eaten anything since you started?"

Just as you asked that, there was a rumble that came from Lucifer's stomach. And that was all the answer you needed. "Alright." You say before helping Lucifer up. "Come with me." You walk him out of the room. "B-But my-"

"You can finish it later." You interrupt him. "Right now, you're going to take a break and eat something." You lead Lucifer to the kitchen and sit him down at the table.

You would have started on something new, but you were willing to bet Lucifer hadn't ate since breakfast. So for right now, you decided to heat up last night's leftovers.

"It's not new but, you need to eat something now. I saw you shaking back there." You say as you placed the dish in the microwave. You turn and walk to the table. "Luci, you have to start taking better care of yourself. I'm worried."

Lucifer frowns slightly. "I know. I'm sorry, Y/n, really. It's just...I get so busy and, whenever I get a minute to myself, I usually just go to my workshop. It's a stress reliever, you know? But I understand, I get a little too into it and loose track of time and everything else."

You place your hand on his. "Well, it's a good thing you have me now." You chuckle. "I'll help you out with this, I promise." Lucifer smiled and held your hand. "Thank you, Y/n."

And so, you decided to do something nice for him. Every morning he'd wake up, you'd present him with breakfast, truly fit for a king. You'd also make sure to send lunch with him whenever he had a meeting. And at the end of the day, you'd make dinner for you and him both.

Lucifer was a tad overwhelmed by this, but of course he was appreciative every time you cooked for him. You worked so hard after all. And it was always very delicious.

One day, when he was in his workshop, you walked in with a tray in your hands. "Luci, I brought you something." Lucifer looked up from his work and faced you. On the tray was apple slices with a side of peanut butter and caramel, along with his favorite tea.

"Oh, Y/n you didn't have to." He says with a smile. You sat the tray down on a table next to him. "But I wanted to." You tell him. "You also give me no choice mister." You say teasingly. Yes, Lucifer knew, or finally realized more like it, that he wasn't taking care of himself like he should have been.

He had no idea how much he missed a good home cooked meal before he met you.

"Heh, yeah...Thank you, Y/n. Really, you do so much for me. I have no idea how I could repay you."

You smile softly and hand him the tea cup. "Just try to take better care of yourself, that's thanks enough. Oh, and I was thinking tonight I'd make something really nice. Maybe we can invite Charlie over too?"

Lucifer graciously took the cup and nods. "That sounds nice. It's been a while since Charlie's come over. Maybe she can bring Maggie with her too."

"Vaggie, Lucifer. Vaggie." You laugh. "Oh. Right." Lucifer chuckles lightly. "In any case, I look forwards to it. I'll help you too, if you want."

"Sure, I'd like to see what the big boss can do in the kitchen." You say with a playful grin. "You'd be surprised." Lucifer smirks. "But no magic. You're doing it by hand." You tell him. Lucifer's confidence dropped.

"Oh. Well, shit."

You laugh and pat his shoulder. "You'll do fine. You have me to teach you."

Lucifer's smile returned. "Yeah. You always do make the best food."

[turn3tifosi]

say love - james tw

lando norris x fem!reader

he loves her but she can't let herself be hurt again, so he does his best to let her take her own time

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It had been a fun night. She knew agreeing to Lando's invite would mean she would end up staying out late. She didn't mind. The two had become friends a few months prior through a mutual friend and she was astonished at how easily the brit made her comfortable around himself. Currently they were in the back seat of car, looking at a view everyone in Monaco had seen once or twice. Her eyes were filled with stars, either they were a reflection of the sky or just his delusion. He looked at her with love, it was a look she knew well. She knew the eyes so many before him had made at her. It made her uncomfortable, and for the first time since they had met, she moved apart. Just a bit, but he noticed.

"I love you," three words, and all of a sudden, the pleasant night wind seemed chilly. She didn't respond, internally hoping she had misheard him. She liked him. He was an amazing guy, he made her happy, he was not like the other guys who had said the same words before. She wanted to scream. At that moment, she hated herself. She hated how she had given every other guy a chance and now, that she finally met someone who could actually keep her happy, she couldn't let herself give him the chance.

He noticed. The subtle movement, the look in her eyes, he noticed everything. It was funny. How his brain focused on everything when it came to her, not ignoring even the tiniest of movement. He knew there was something wrong. "I can't say it back Lando," he knew this was coming. He didn't mind the rejection. He got up from the back seat, heading to the driver's seat, planning on dropping her off at her apartment.

She held his hand, stopped him, and with a barely audible whisper, said, "Don't tell me you love me until you actually do. There's a difference between like and love." She couldn't let him go. She was scared, yes, but she knew Lando. She knew he wouldn't hurt her. And if he did, well she can just cry and cuss him out, no? She wanted to have a future with him, but she needed baby steps. 'Cause we got all of the time in the world To say love, say love, say love, say love"

He wanted to hug her right then. He wanted to hold her hand, look into her eyes and tell her all about why he loved her. He knew it was more than like. Instead he chose to comply, "We have all the time in the world, we can wait. How about taking the gorgeous woman I "Like" to lunch tomorrow?" She laughed and he could swear he heard an angel. Her eyes moist, holding back tears, and a big smile on her face, he knew he was falling even deeper in love. He didn't mind falling, as long as it was for her.

The next day, they went to lunch. Somehow they ended up spending the evening at her apartment. Somehow, she ended up telling him all about the guys who broke heart after swearing that they would never hurt her. Somehow he ended up on her couch, her in his arms, as he promised her, "I won't go. You are stuck with me as long as I'm alive. Unless you decide that you're sick of me, in which case, you would break my heart."

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Malcolm in the Middle Simp Headcanons

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Malcolm

Probably met you in the Krelboyne class

Very impressed by your brains

Always chooses you as a study buddy or project partner

Holds back complaints about life and shit just to hear you talk

This is very difficult for him to do bc the dude LOVES to complain

Holds your books/backpack for you and walks you to all your classes

Mainly because you have the same classes, but he insists he’d do it even if you didn’t

Learns everything about you and commits it to memory (which isn’t hard because of his memory)

You’re the best thing in his sucky life

Stevie had half a mind to roll away from his best friend as he went on and on about Herkabe. Something about him trying to get Malcolm to sabotage his perfect GPA so Herkabe could keep some academic record. Usually, Stevie would care very much about someone’s academic standing. But right now, he was focused on trying not to kill himself or Malcolm.

“I mean, it’s absolutely ridiculous! He’s using Reese to get me to tank a grade. Reese! It’d work better if it was-”

“Hey, guys!” You bounded towards the two, and Malcolm’s demeanor changed entirely. Stevie was grateful for your arrival because, for some reason, Malcolm lessened the bitching and moaning by a lot.

“Hey, Y/n.” The boys greeted back.

“So, what were you guys talking about?”

“Well-” Stevie was about to snitch on your boyfriend but was cut off by him.

“Oh, it was nothing.”

“Are you sure? You looked pretty passionate about it.” Malcolm assured you it was nothing, but Stevie gave you a look saying he’d tell you about it later. “Okay, then. Wanna go to class?”

“Sure!” Malcolm responded excitedly, grabbing his backpack off the lunch table you were hanging around. You said goodbye to Stevie and made your way to first period. “Want me to take your bag?” He asked but was already slipping the strap off your shoulder.

Reese

COOKS FOR YOU

ALL THE TIME

I’m convinced it’s his love language

From snacks to tide you over until lunch to full-course meals during the rare occasion that you two have the house to yourselves

Will beat the shit out of anyone who messes with you

If it’s a girl, he’ll probably get Cynthia to do it

Your happiness is his biggest priority; he can’t have some idiot messing with that

“Reese, this is delicious.” You moaned as you ate a baggie of your favorite snack that he had cooked up for you. He knew how hungry you’d get from skipping breakfast, so he packed you a little snack bag every day so you wouldn’t be miserable until lunch. He was somewhat surprised that the teacher hadn’t made him stop bringing food to class, but it might’ve had something to do with the fact that whenever you were happy, he was happy. And a teacher would rather have a happy Reese than an angry Reese.

“I think I might make that my go-to snack for you; you seem to like it the most.” You smiled at the comment, giddy that he paid attention enough to know which of his foods were your favorite.

“Well, I like all your food.”

The last bunch of kids filed in, and the last one seemed miserable. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that it was a kid in your class that messed with you frequently. You then noticed that he was littered with cuts and bruises. Immediately, you had an inkling of how this happened.

“Reese, did you do that?” He looked up at the kid, smirking at his handiwork.

“Gotta keep my girl happy.”

Francis

Thinks it’s love at first sight

Francis is such a delusional romantic tbh

If you meet him while he’s in military school, he’s always writing you poems and letters 

Half of his calls home are for you because he just wants to know how you’re doing

If you work at the ranch with him, he’ll pick up the work on your chores if you have something to do

Even if you don’t need any help, he’ll accompany you just because he loves spending time with you

You know those tiktoks that are like “when you and your friend work together, so everything’s a two-person job now”?

That’s him with EVERYTHING

Even if you’ve been together for years, he still tries to impress you with extravagant presents or ideas

You tell him you don’t need/want much, just him, but he thinks you deserve the very best

“Francis, I can do it myself.” You jokingly rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, who set out plates and cutlery for the breakfast buffet. “It’s the easiest job of my day.”

“I just wanna make it easier, baby.” Francis kissed you before straightening the table clothes in the dining hall and on the patio.

“Well, thank you.” You smiled before moving to restock the napkin dispenser. Francis raced to your side, opening the dispenser for you. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. So, I was looking at our schedules, and I noticed we should be done with work at the same time.”

“Oh, yeah?” He nodded, closing the dispenser and positioning it right on the table. “What do you have planned?”

“Not much.” He shrugged nonchalantly, but if you knew your boyfriend well, you knew at least three different activities were reserved for you two now. “Just a couple’s horse ride, massage, and then I asked Otto to make sure that one of the jacuzzis would be off limits. Just for us.”

“Oh, that sounds so nice, honey.” He cupped your cheeks, kissing you deeply, and you were thankful that the guests were either still asleep or doing something else.

“Anything for my favorite girl.”

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"Gimme Some"

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: You know what they say, “sharing is caring,” and Rio wants a taste 👅.

Warnings: Cursing, daddy kink, and smut sprinkled throughout the story🙈😈. This a lil freaky, y’all🤷🏾‍♀️.

Word Count: 1,800+.

A/N: I Ate one blow pop, and my mind went straight into kink mode😆! It’s my birthday, so to celebrate, I’m finally posting something for all my sweet mutuals💓. Please excuse any grammatical errors.

Checking your phone for the third time in a row, you exhaled. You waited patiently for Rio to come home. He had called earlier that day, letting you know he’d have some free time tonight. Your mind replayed the conversation.

“Going to be a light business day, sweetheart. I’m coming home early tonight. Just give me a couple of hours. Get your beautiful ass ready. Put on that little dress I like. I’m taking you to dinner, mama.”

Rio had chuckled at the giddiness in your voice. Spontaneous date nights were one of the many things you loved about him. Growing impatient, you shot him a quick text.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Papaaa, how much longer are you going to be?

Wifey: I’m leaving in a few minutes.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Bruh, it’s going to be forever before we get to our reservation😩🙄. I know your pretty boy ass will still need to shower and change once you get here.

Wifey: Of course! You know I got to put that shit on for my wife. Chill, It won’t take that long. You getting hangry, my baby?

Husbae😘🙈♥️: You swear you know me so well😒. Just hurry up, please😏.

Wifey: I knew my good girl didn’t forget her manners.

Husbae😘🙈♥️: Rio.

Wifey: Chill, mama, lol. I’m on my way home to you now.

Rio had been right about one thing. You were starving and regretting the choice to skip breakfast. Then there was the stupid idea to work through lunch. Now here you were, stomach growling obnoxiously loud. You knew there was no use in searching for a snack. The busy week you’d been having kept you from restocking the pantry. Glancing at your handbag on the coffee table, you rifled through it. Pulling a blow pop from an inner pocket, you ripped the plastic off, tossing it aside. Tastebuds sprang to life as your mouth wrapped around the watermelon-flavored treat. You enjoyed the blow pop and scrolled through TikTok.

Twenty minutes passed before you heard the front door unlock. Keying in the pin to the alarm, Rio headed to the living room in search of you. You could smell his cologne before he entered the room. Feeling his presence, you spoke without looking up from your phone.

“Hi, baby.”

Your head tilted so he could pepper you with kisses on the cheek. He buried his face against your neck and inhaled his favorite scent on you. Rio groaned, sliding his tongue across the flesh. He finished with a playful bite, leaving a slight indentation.

“You smell good enough to eat, mama. I see this dress is hugging all those curves as usual.”

Still scrolling through your phone, you giggled and thanked him. He rolled his eyes, noticing you were on TikTok.

“You need to leave that social media shit alone, baby. That can turn into an addiction.”

“Relax, father, I’m just occupying myself until you’re ready to leave. Go shower and get ready, papa. I’d advise you to feed me as soon as possible. You know I’ll catch a full-blown attitude if you don’t. This sucker will only curb my appetite for so long,” she sassed with a mouthful of blow pop.

“Always talking with a mouth full,” he responded.

His eyes twinkled with mischief. Your brain registered what he meant, and your eyes darted to him.

“You never seem to mind,” you smirked, refocusing on the phone screen.

Just as he was about to shower, his phone interrupted him. Rio took a seat on the couch across from you. His attention focused on whatever business associate was on the other end of the line. That was until he glanced over at you. He was thrown off by how sensual you looked eating the lollipop. He was blown away by your cluelessness. You sat there unaware of the explicit image you were painting for him.

There’s no way she doesn’t know how this is affecting me. Mama ‘bout to have my shit standing at attention. She better stop playing with me. Mess around and bend her ass over this couch.

Rio was no longer interested in what the associate on the other end of the line had to say. He made an excuse rushing the blubbering idiot off the phone. Putting his phone on the coffee table, Rio leaned back against the couch cushions. Still admiring the view, his hands rested in his lap as he watched you silently. Hearing him end the call, you directed your attention toward him. His gaze fixated on you. That crooked grin you loved so much made an appearance. Rio couldn’t pull his sight away from your lips as he cleared his throat to speak. His words dripped with desire, “that sucker must be good, mama. You sure are giving it the business.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he continued to watch you.

Rio’s words dripped with flirtation and innuendo, putting you on notice. Now that you were privy to the sexual tension in the room, you decided to play with him.  

“You know, I much prefer tootsie pops over these,” you explained in an innocent tone. 

Rio chuckled at your faux innocence. Your eyelashes fluttered as your teeth sank into your bottom lip, telling him everything he needed to know. His lips formed a slight grin as he responded, “is that right, mama? Why is that,” he questioned, as his words dripped with desire.

Rio leaned closer to you as his eyes focused on your full lips. The sight of them made him crave you. His vision then settled on your face. Rio’s brown orbs drank you in as he licked his lips. The hunger in his eyes caused you to falter for a moment.

Don’t fumble the bag bitch! Answer his sexy ass. You’re supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around.

Pushing all inner thoughts aside, with closed eyes and your lips wrapped around the sweet treat. You moaned and sucked at the lollipop with vigor. A suction-like sound fell from your lips as Rio groaned and repositioned himself. You did not doubt that he was growing hard inside his pants. Hearing that beautiful sound fall from his delicious mouth made your lids flutter open. He could see the deviousness in your eyes. Releasing the sucker from your lips created a slight popping noise, and a devilish grin danced across your face. The lust in your boyfriend's eyes was undeniable.

“Answer my question, mama,” he demanded, voice sounding smooth and velvety deep.

The baritone of his voice caused you to shiver and squeeze your thighs together. 

“With tootsie pops, you can swallow everything, daddy,” you purred as you slid the blow pop back into your mouth.

Rio’s eyes traveled to your mouth again as his head nodded a few times. Hearing those words fall from your lips caused his thick member to twitch inside his jeans as he released a low growl. His hands slid down his lap and to his knees as he leaned forward to speak.

“You enjoy swallowing, don’t you, mama?”

“Mmhmm, and you enjoy watching, don’t you? Mmm, this is just so delicious. Want a taste, papa?”

You released the sucker from your mouth, tilting the blow pop in his direction. Biting his lip, your husband gave another head nod. Your eyes followed every movement he made. You had expected him to suckle the treat, but Rio caught you off guard. A gasp escaped you as his hands grasped both sides of your face pulling you to him, faces only inches apart. He closed what little space was left, licking and sucking the remnants of blow pop from your glossy pout. A couple of seconds ticked by before his tongue found its way inside. You didn’t fight for dominance over the hungry kiss, wanting to be his good girl. It was obvious that Rio was running the show and beating you at your own game. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless. Still close enough to feel his breath against your panting mouth, another lopsided grin graced his face. Rio’s eyes bore into yours as one of his hands slid down your torso. He caressed your stomach and trailed his digits to your thigh, where he fisted the thin fabric of your dress. With one firm yank, he pulled the hem of your dress high enough to slip a hand underneath. You cried out as he ran a finger through your folds, going just a little deeper to lightly tease your clit.

“Now, how’d I know my pussy would be bare, mama,” he asked rhetorically.

You were too busy moving your hips against his fingers and whimpering to respond. Rio acted as if he were about to kiss you again but moved away from your eager lips to tease you. He chuckled as you kissed your teeth.

“You want another kiss, darlin’? C’mere.”

He licked and nibbled at your mouth but pulled back, still in a teasing mood. You wanted to scold him, but your breath caught in your throat. Rio bowed his head low enough to pull the sucker into his mouth, sliding it to the left to bury it in his left cheek. Both were shocked that you had managed to hold onto it the entire time. He enjoyed it as his fingers started to dip inside and play with you again.

“Look at me, baby. Keep your eyes on me while I play with you. Damn, mama. You were right this pus-. My bad, mama. I got distracted with thoughts of my favorite meal. I meant to say this blow pop is good as fuck. You taste better, though.”

His fingers started to piston into you hard and fast. It wasn’t long before you cried his name. The orgasm erupted within as you creamed his fingers and shook violently.

“Rio, daddy! Oh, fuck.”

“Did that feel good, baby? Hmm? Shhh, relax. Come down off that high for me, sweetheart.”

You came back down to earth your eyes slowly opened, meeting the lust-filled twinkling orbs of your husband. Rio was grinning cockily, still sucking the lollipop.

His hand slid from your essence as he husked, “since we’re sharing and all, open up.” Licking Rio’s fingers clean caused him to release a low growl.

“Thank you for sharing with me, baby. I didn’t forget about you popping your shit earlier. Talking about tootsie pops and how you can swallow everything. Come, love. Let’s get you fed. Daddy’s got something special for you. Let me feed it to you in the shower. Need you to get on your knees and show me the same love you were giving this blow pop.” he rasped.

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Percy smooches maybe???

That’s a given. 😩😩

Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III Fem x Reader

Warnings: Light smut.

The castle of Whitestone had a sort of pause to it, like after the years of tragedy and torture it finally could be at rest. But you know who wasn’t at rest? The new found love of your life, and Lord to Whitestone itself. Percy De Rolo. He’d always be in the room where his workstation resides, creating new inventions. Upgrading his Bad News and the second version of the Pepper Box. He also began to experiment with electricity, and connect his inventions he powered with residuum. Although he still didn’t like the idea of magic, he had to admit, it packs quite a punch intertwined.

It was a late evening when you walked the halls bringing a small plate with some hot, delicious food sizzling fresh from the kitchen. And although the workers tried to stop his Lady from cooking, those who stayed after the Birarwoods were dealt with. Those who decided to stay behind and serve the last two remaining De Rolo’s. You told them you didn’t mind, for all you wanted was to make your lover some food and make sure he eats because Gods know he doesn’t make sure he ate himself while he’s in tinkering mode.

As you approached his workshop and opened the door, you peered in and could see Percy delicately splicing together some wires on a glove. It was a less bulky version to the one he took to the Fey realm during the Conclave era a year and a half ago.

“How much shock value will you give your new found enemies in the future with this one?” You asked softly, and not a jump came from Percy. He had heard you come in, and it wasn’t like you were sneaking up on him. Although, he knows your footstep’s by heart so it’ll be hard to do that even if you were trying.

“At least enough to the point it won’t shock those I want to eliminate and me this time.” He looked over his shoulder with a small smile, you looked down and gave him a small peck on his oh so soft lips you could literally never stop to kiss until your own lips bleed.

“Good, because if you pass out again when we’re in the middle of a shit-show thinking testing your new toys out in the field is a good idea, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” You set his plate down and scoot his nearly half eaten lunch to the side.

“There are plenty of things you can do to and for me, and I’d thank you for it.” He looks back to his glove and continues to finish up the wiring.

You rose an eyebrow now, a small smirk tugging your lips. “Oh is that so darling? Do tell me all that runs around that wonderful, fascinating brain of yours.”

Sitting down on the table now, you continue to watch as he works. The way he’s focused, the little tip of his tongue that peeks out. But he doesn’t forget you’re there. “For instance you could make sure I’m well fed which you do, even though I nearly forget it’s there at times. You could check up on me, and take my glasses off when I’m passed out at my work bench which you do because you tell me I work myself to death. You could sit in my lap, and let me hold you while I rest my eyes from a sheer headache before I head back into a frenzy of ingenuity. You could-“

“That’s not what I mea-“

“You could kiss me till I can’t breathe and I’d take you back right now into our bedroom so I can get a good nights sleep like you’ve been asking me to get since I set up my workshop completely these past months.” He turned to you, looking you dead in your eyes now. “What do you say my sweet, dear darling of mine?”

A soft smile pulled from ear to ear, and you closed your eyes meeting your lips with his. His hands that work his pieces so well into place slid up your back and shoulders to find its home at the back of your neck and nearly where he grasped at your ass pulling you into his lap. You folided instantly, melting into his touch. Melting into the way his lips glided against yours, your tongues and body mending together like two perfect puzzle pieces never meant to be apart, grinding both your hips in perfect rhythm together.

Soft and sweet touch, his hands tangling into the mess of your hair. Your hands falling to the locks of his silver white, and down the crevice of his shoulder blades to pull him even more closer. You didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. You could die never allowing oxygen find it’s way back into either one of your lungs as long as it meant one second more. Pants, and soft little moans left both your lips as you traded turns nibbling and biting the soft skin at each other necks and shoulders. His hands found the bareness of your own shoulders, at which he was sliding the cloth strap down and exposing your chest so he can suckle and leave his love bites all over your body. It was anywhere he can find on your skin as an empty canvas. For the love of the gods you felt like you’d snap right then and there. How sensitive and nearly unbearable this friction was, fuck-

“Percy~” Left your mouth breathlessly. He moaned against your skin in response. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Fine, fine darling.” He kissed you long and hard yet again. “Let me eat the beautiful dinner you made so I can at least have the fuel to properly take care of you.” He pushed a strain of hair behind your ear. “And fair warning, you won’t be able to make any appearance hereafter for quite some time.”

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a very good idea - chapter 12

summary: After your boyfriend cheats on you at a party, you break up with him, who tells you nobody else is willing to be with you like him. You decide to prove him wrong, with a little help from a new friend.

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader

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Chapter 12

You weren’t avoiding Miguel. Well, you sort of were, but you just needed some room to breathe and process what Peter told you. Miguel doesn’t just like you. He has had feelings for you ever since I met him. Probably even before that.

Peter was a good friend and there was no reason for him to lie to you. Still, it was hard to believe: Miguel likes you, he has liked you for a long time. The swirl of your feelings quickly transformed into a ruthless hurricane. Because Miguel could have anyone one he wanted, yet he wanted you. 

Although it was exciting to even consider this possibility, you were so confused. You had known each other for many years and he never made a move. And he had plenty of opportunities to do so: the only person you ever dated was Harry, you had been single the rest of the time. Which begged the question: why did Miguel never ask you out? Why wouldn't he even talk to you? Was he embarrassed of being seen with you? Was he embarrassed of you? 

It hurt to even consider that. Over the years, you watched his line of ever changing girlfriends grow, one girl more beautiful than the other. Miguel was mysterious and low key, with the smoothness of a bad boy without really being one. Every now and then, you found him in a hidden corner with a smirk on his face, whispering sweet nothings into girls’ ears as he stroke their hair or their hips. It drove them crazy. And now you understood them. He could make you feel like you are the only person in the room. If Miguel has liked you so much for so long, how come you had to drag him into a fake relationship scheme to find out? 

Your brain went from one memory to another. That night at the party, before everything went south, the two of you were having a nice moment. You could feel Miguel’s walls breaking down. Yours too. You barely recognized yourself from the way you flirted with him, not because it wasn’t you, but because it was a new and intriguing part of yourself you didn’t know you had. When you were with Miguel, you could just be present and enjoy his company, a nice change from always wondering about the future as if the present was something you were watching on the sidelines. 

The amount of mixed signs overwhelmed you. Because deep down, you knew you had feelings for Miguel. You thought about him often and sometimes would allow yourself to fantasize what would be like if the pair of you were together, actually together. And then there was the other part, the devil on your shoulder releasing all of your insecurities telling you that it was all a joke, Miguel would never want you for real, he was just messing with you. 

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Your anxiety was so bad, you skipped lunch. Not only your stomach was acting like a balloon being squeezed until it almost popped, you knew you couldn’t handle the idea of seeing Miguel. So you spent that time in a hidden nook between bookcases in the library. Seated on the floor, you put your headphones on and pressed play on your phone. The playlist “in case of emergency” you created started with “Backseat”, by Charli XCX and Carly Rae Jepsen. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, the harmonies of the song slowly making you feel a bit more comfortable. All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, they sang. My fingers run through his hair, my fingers run through his hair, my fingers run through his hair. 

Feeling a tiny bit better, you got up and headed to your english class. You were so focused on not breaking down that you didn’t pay attention to where you were going, you just trusted your body to get there. 

Everything else was a blur. That must be why you didn’t notice your ex-boyfriend’s best friend Flash Thompson waiting for you in the hallway. You were walking past him when he grabbed your arm, making you stop. He brought you closer to the wall.

“So, do you have the essay with you?”

You must’ve looked confused, because he added: “The history essay I paid you to write a few weeks ago.”

Flash Thompson was right, which was extremely annoying. But the fact that you completely forgot about this assignment was even worse. You never failed to submit your work to your so-called clients at least a day before the assignment was due. And Flash, for what it was worth, always paid her good money. Not being cheap was one of his few redeeming qualities. 

“Remind me again when you have to turn that in?”

“Tomorrow!”

And just like that, it had become hard to breathe yet once again. Your heart was beating as fast as your mind tried to remember and organize everything you had to that day — and you panicked when you realized you had a couple other assignments from other clients, as well as your own essay. How was that possible? What was wrong with you?

“Flash, I’m sorry, I completely forgot”, you don’t know how the words came out of you, talking felt really difficult all of the sudden.

“You what?!”, Flash asked in a volume above his normal one. Seeing you shriek because of it, he grabbed your arm once again, this time to bring you closer to him. “If I don’t submit that, I’m gonna fail and if I fail, I won’t be able to have my birthday party in a yacht!”, he whispered.

“Is there any problem?”, a third voice spoke behind you. 

Miguel. He had his arms crossed and gave Flash a look you had never seen before, not even when he fought with Harry at that party. His stern expression was heightened by his sharp features. You would be scared if you didn’t know him. Like Flash was.

“No, man, we’re talking about an assignment, right?”, Flash said, looking at you. 

Miguel did the same. You nodded. His face softened for a bit, his eyes showing concern, then he looked back at Flash and all the sternness came back. It was all too much, you couldn’t handle it anymore, it was too hot, there was no air and you were pretty sure the room spinned for a moment.

“Anyway, we have to go”, Miguel’s delivery was the coldest possible. Taking your hand in his, he said: “We are going to be late for class”. 

“Yeah, yeah, sure, man. Hey, y/n, can you send me that article you mentioned by the end of the day?”

Again, you just nodded. 

Class had already started. Mrs. White was writing something on the board and gave you a wink when she saw you and Miguel holding hands. All of your classmates were already there and, just your luck, the only available seats were the two in the back, one next to the other.

You could feel Miguel’s eyes on you as you made your way to the seat, but you didn’t have it in you to look at him back, your anxiety was reaching a breaking point. As you sat, your head also throbbed a bit, a headache was coming. It can always get worse, you thought. 

“Hi”, Miguel whispered in your ear. “Are you okay?”

All you could do was nod, slightly turning to have a look at him. His brown eyes analyzed your face, as if he was searching for something. You were paralyzed.

“What did Flash do to make you so upset?”, his hand suddenly in your face, his thumb making circles on your cheek. 

“Nothing, we just discussed an assignment.” 

Miguel still had no idea about your side hustle and you intended to keep it that way. His eyes analyzed you again, his thumb still caressing your cheek, like he was trying to decide if he believed you or not. 

“I missed you at lunch”, he said so softly you almost cried. “Where did you go?”

“I had to finish my chemistry homework”, you said. 

“Oh yeah, sometimes I forget how much of a nerd you are”, Miguel looked at you, clearly expecting a laugh you just couldn’t give him. The room was spinning again and you struggled to focus on Miguel. He was saying something about ice cream.

It’s just 15 minutes from here, Peter said it’s great and I looked online, they have lactose free options, so you are safe. I was wondering if you would like to there with me? Maybe after class? 

Yes. Yes, of course you wanted to. You just had to keep your eyes opened and hold your self because you were slipping from the chair...

Baby, what’s going on? What are you…

You were swallowed by darkness. 

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[luxrayblues]

You never thought you would end up at the Academy like this, but you had been invited by the Director and how could you say no? Of course, you never expected to be in this situation at all, especially not lying on the floor with another teacher on top of you.

Professor Jacq X Reader - Substitute (SFW)

You should have been paying attention. Should have. Of course you were too focused on getting to the cafeteria for lunch. Being late this morning to class, you were absolutely starving and couldn't help the quick pace through those winding halls.

That is until you smashed right into somebody upon rounding the corner. With a yelp, you stumble backwards and as you fall you rip your arm up to catch yourself, managing to tangle yourself in his coat and pull him with you.

"Fuck!" You gasp, surprised at how light the man is who lands on top of you in the middle of the now empty hallway. That didn't mean it didn't hurt though, especially as you felt like you could hear the thunk of your head against the tile.

"Ow, ouch!" It takes a second to realize the man above you is frantically trying to ask if you're okay. It took a second more to register the gray and purple haired man, but when you did it was like you could feel your heart pounding in your head. (Or was that throbbing from the injury?) He was clearly a mess, his hair and too-big clothes made him look like he had just rolled out of bed moments ago, but of course you couldn't help your warming cheeks. "Oh Arceus, are you okay?!" He was trying to get up off of you without pushing on you with his hands, not wanting to hurt you further. Somehow he had managed to catch your bag on his lab coat and the two of you were entangled even worse. As he tried to pull away he was just sort of tugged back down onto you, your faces barely inches apart for a moment.

Finally, your brain breaks through the fog and you manage to reach over and de-tangle yourselves so he could pull back and reach out a hand to help you up after him. There were a mess of journals and papers from his coat pockets scattered around which you hurried to help him pick up, feeling a bit frantic. The adrenaline had you in a stranglehold and it was the only thing keeping you from being a total unresponsive mess. "Woah, thank you.. That was a lot, huh?" Oh no, his laugh. Your heart definitely skipped a beat, eyes dilated as you watching him rub the back of his head. "Yeah, yes. It was a whole lot!" You chuckle awkwardly. Before you can tell him how sorry you are, his mouth his open. "I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going. I have a bad habit of leaving my head in the clouds with my research." He huffs softly and shakes his head, his tinted cheeks indicating his embarrassment, glancing away from you. He was still reeling from his body being pressed against yours like that. Noticing your bag, he realizes the time and that he doesn't recognize you, but you clearly aren't a student. "Oh my Arceus you're the new substitute, aren't you?! You must be heading to lunch.. let me make this up to you?"

You didn't know why the meowth had your tongue this long, but finally you managed to say something.

"You really don't have to! It was mostly my fault anyway!" You try to assure him, feeling awful for the situation and right embarrassed, but you did want to say yes. You wanted to be near him more. His smile lighthearted smile made you want to eat your own fist. "Come on. We haven't met either and we're working together. I'm Jacq." "Well... How can I say no? I'm Y/N" He had to notice your face was totally red as you tried not to look directly at him. It was almost painful with how handsome you found him.

"Perfect, I know just the place. Have you been to Kanto Crepes yet?" His smile was contagious. You were too caught up in it to realize he was also blushing at you, only managing to talk and not flub it up because he was used to talking when he was flustered. In fact, he talked more. "Not yet. Lead the way!" You beam back at him, excited, already forgetting your bruised head as you follow him.

[bopeisdope]

I posted an Unwind AU fic! It's from a Ghost!Roland au I made up. Read on Ao3 here

Connor wakes up in a haze, unsure of where he is. His whole body has a dull ache and there is pressure over his right eye. A bandage. The smell of bleach penetrates his nose. A soft and constant beep comes from his left.

He peels his left eye open to reveal a hospital room. His right shoulder aches as he moves his hand over the bed. The sheets are soft and feel as cottony as his brain does at the moment. Blinking the cobwebs from his mind he recalls what he can remember last.

The chop shop. The doors closing on him for what felt like the last time. An explosion. A revolt. And Lev, standing over him. That's all he can remember.

A nurse walks in carrying a chart, "So you're finally awake! How are you feeling?"

"Good," he croaks, then tries again. "How long?"

She glances down, "You've been in a medically induced coma for a little over two weeks."

Two weeks? The way his life has been going over the past year, where everyday feels like an uphill battle, two weeks seems like an eternity.

His mind is slowly catching up to him.

Risa... what about Risa?

He's too tired to mask his desperation. "There was a girl," he says, "She was on the roof of the Chop- the harvest clinic. Does anyone know what happened to her?

"That can all be sorted out later," the nurse dotes.

"But-"

"No buts. Right now you need time to heal-and I have to say, you're doing better than anyone expected, Mr. Mullard."

Connor's brain stutters, he must've misheard. "Excuse me?"

The nurse shuffles things around, "Just relax now, Mr. Mullard. Let us handle everything."

His first thought is that he's actually been unwound. He was unwound and his brain was put in another body. But realistically he knows that's not right. The voice he hears is his. He can feel his teeth as he moves his tongue across his gums. He can feel his unkempt hair on his head.

"My name is Connor," he tells her. "Connor Lassiter."

The nurse gives him a mysterious look. One filled with kindness and a deep sense of knowing. It's calculating- disturbingly so. "Well," she says, "as it so happens, an ID with the picture charred off was found in the wreckage. It belonged to a nineteen-year-old guard by the name of Elvis Robert Mullard. With all the confusion after the blast there really was no telling who was who, and many of us agreed that it would be a shame to let that ID go to waste, don't you agree?" She changes the angle of Connor's bed until he's in a more comfortable sitting position and looks into his eye. "Now tell me," she asks carefully, "What was your name again?"

Connor gets it. He closes his eye, takes a deep breath, and opens it again.

"My name is E. Robert Mullard."

The nurse smiles widely and reaches out her hand to shake his. "A pleasure to meet you, Robert."

Instinctively Connor reaches his right hand to reciprocate and gets that same ache in his shoulder.

"Sorry," she says quickly. "My fault." She shakes his left hand instead. "Your shoulder will feel a bit sore until the graft is completely healed."

"What did you just say?"

The nurse looks like she's been caught saying something she shouldn't. "Well, the bad news is that we weren't able to save your arm, or your right eye. The good news is that, as E. Robert Mullard, you qualified for emergency transplants."

Connor rotates this in his mind, letting it sink in. Eye. Arm. Emergency transplants.

She sighs, "I know it's a lot to get used to. I'll let you be alone while I get your lunch." She heads for the door.

"Yeah," Connor replies absently, having focused all of his attention to the arm. "Lunch. That's good."

The arm has a slightly darker complexion than his skin tone and the nails need to be trimmed. It is more muscular than his left; he recalls reading about physical therapy for this type of thing. He touches all of the fingers to his thumb. His sense of feeling is the same. He flexes the fingers. They flex. He twists his wrist. It twists. When he rotates it a bit farther he sees something that makes him stop. His stomach plummets and he feels a surging wave of panic. He doesn't want to believe it. Connor refuses to even acknowledge it. On his arm is the unmistakable tattoo of a tiger shark.

Still reeling from shock, Connor hears a voice he thought he would never hear again. A voice that, given the arm surgically grafted onto Connor, couldn’t possibly be here at all.

"So," the figure sneers, "the Akron AWOL goes into the Chop Shop and lives to tell the tale.”

Roland is leaning against the wall, looking hatefully down on Connor. But once what used to be a whole boy is now a nightmarish apparition covered in stitches. He could almost be real if it weren’t for the gaping hole where his arm used to be. While there is no blood, the wound seems to emit an inky blackness that Connor cannot tear his eye away from.

“H-how…”

“You did this to me, Connor.” Roland’s glare shoots daggers as he moves closer. Suddenly, Connor is acutely aware of his vulnerability, his logical mind is telling him this ghost can’t hurt him, but his heart doesn’t get the message. The monitor to his left starts screaming.

His mouth opens and closes like a fish, “No! You- you should be dead!”

Roland stops at the side of his bed, remaining hand toying with the cord of Connor’s IV. “Don’t you remember Connor?” A malicious grin spreads across his face, “Unwinding isn’t death.”

Paralyzed Connor watches as Roland silently reaches for his arm. “Weren’t you ever taught to share?”

A nurse rushes into Connor’s room, finally coming to investigate the shrill noise coming from the machine beside him. “Your heart rate is through the roof! Are you all right Mr. Mullard?”

Connor turns to where Roland had been mere seconds ago to find him gone. What just happened? Was that… real?

“Oh, I see you took your IV out! You really have to be more careful next time.” His heart rate slows but his mind fires at full speed. When did he take his IV out?

The nurse pats his hand satisfied that he’s all fixed again and goes to leave. “Wait,” he has to make sure he’s not going crazy, “has anyone been in my room since you left?”

Her smile never falters, “No, hun, just me. If you want to see any of your friends you’ll have to wait till after lunch.”

“What drugs did they give me? Would any, um, cause hallucinations?” Her picture-perfect smile wavers, probably rethinking her decision to save some kid who turned out to be a nutcase. “It could be a side-effect from your coma. The brain often tries to fill in gaps or create its own explanations when recovering from a trauma like this. It should wear off after a good sleep.”

Connor is doubtful more sleep could do him any good. He just slept for two weeks straight after all, but he doesn’t want to be here any longer than he needs to be by convincing people he’s insane. He returns a smile to the nurse, “You’re right Doc, thank you.”

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After a hearty lunch of jello and chicken soup, Connor is finally allowed to leave his room to see Risa.

The nurse leads him to her room, most likely glad to be rid of him for a few minutes, and he lingers in the doorway. Risa is in a bed that reminds him more of a dentist’s chair. There are pins and rods supporting her up that Connor recognizes as signs of paralysis, something he’s only read about in textbooks heralding unwinding as the solution to all of your problems. His gut swirls with guilt. Risa didn’t accept unwind parts and she’s much worse off than what he would have been if he hadn’t either. How will he face her like this?

“You have a visitor.” The nurse steps aside and he can see Risa’s face. Her eyes fill with tears and she holds back a sob. “I knew they were lying,” she says. “They said you died in the explosion–that you were trapped in the building–but I saw you outside, I knew they were lying.”

“I probably would have died,” Connor says, “but Lev stopped the bleeding. He saved me.”

They talk of the victory at Happy Jack and the losses taken to get there. He tells her of his coma and new identity. In his happiness of seeing Risa he almost forgets his arm and the demon that came with it until he spots Risa looking at it. He flinches and the bandage shifts, revealing the tattoo. Her breath catches in her throat and Connor turns his head. She’s going to hate me. I mean, how could she not? This arm will always carry him with it.

“Connor…?”

“I promise,” he breathes, “I promise I will never touch you with this hand.”

Risa looks at Connor and he looks back, a broken soul. Connor takes her in, for this might be the last time she will ever want to see him.

“Let me see it,” she says, giving nothing away.

He hesitates, so Risa gently takes it from the sling. “Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

She brushes her fingers across the knuckles of that hand, and her voice is quiet, “Can you feel that?”

He nods. He watches her lift the hand to her face, the palm against her cheek, and she holds it there. When she lets go he decides. He decides what this hand will do. He decides its pressure, its direction, and its intent. And he tells himself he always will have that choice, not his parents, not Proactive Citizenry, and certainly not Roland. His hand brushes a tear from her face, moving down her cheek, across her lips. He takes his hand away and Risa opens her eyes and tightly clasps the hand in hers. “I know this is your hand now.” When she speaks, there is not a single thread of doubt, “Roland would never have touched me like that.”

She pulls him into a hug and he closes his eyes, sinking into her embrace. This moment is for them, after two eternal weeks of not knowing, after surviving the Chop Shop, after escaping the PC’s grasp, they can finally be teens again. There is still much more to do, but at least they will have each other to rely on.

However, a twitch in his arm shatters the peace, and he opens his eyes. Roland peers back at him from the doorway, watching them silently.Doctors and nurses shuffle about, unconcerned about the boy standing in the doorway, for this is not their fight. Connor realizes he’s the only one who can see him, because whether he likes it or not, they are now connected. He suddenly remembers what Roland said before he disappeared as he feels another uninvited twitch in his arm—Weren’t you ever taught to share?

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated. Also I have a LOT of thoughts about this AU so let me know if you want me to spill lol

[911weewooshow]

First time posting something like this and a bit nervous for some reason but fuck it, we ball anyway.

Okay, I had a whole idea of idea about who Buck would come out to first, and I kind of got stuck between thinking either Hen, Maddie, or maybe Bobby. But I honestly think (and hoping so badly) the first person he would tell would be Maddie and the way it is being processed by Maddie in my head is fucking hilarious. Buckle up as I try to get everything down in a coherent manner (the key word is try here)

Okay, so we all remember when Buck first came over to complain (rant really) about Tommy to Maddie. I gather it like mid-day or going on afternoon given the scene. And Buck is just going on and on about how upset he is that both Chris and Eddie like Tommy. And she just goes about her day, more than likely trying to be supportive but at the same time being very much over it (I know, well not really but I KNOW that that boy had been there for a bit). And Buck has a tendency to go into these tangents at times when he's hyper-focused on something (and there's no way she doesn't really know that, she's his sister after all).

So she just trying to get I guess lunch ready and setting the table and he just talking at her. Being utterly petty (those fucking air quotes) and making all these obviously very intimate connections with Chris's likes, Eddie's house/habits (like honestly he fucking knows what everything means on Eddie's calendar, like that... I will talk about in another post cause!!!). She ribs him even a bit as again, she is so over this conversation at this point. (and Chimney chaos agent that he is, doesn't fucking help). And I bet that Buck goes on again after that even more until he finally leaves (more like Maddie kicks him out cause boy pls.)

So we then fast forward to after the basketball game (which I know for sure Chimney complained so much to Maddie about "he make me his basketball beard Maddie"). Buck is telling her how he literally bodychecks Eddie and causes him to twist his ankle cause he is upset and jealous. And she's honestly reasonably upset at him (given her history especially) and basically tells him he needs to actually talk to Eddie like an adult.

So I imagine given that was the last bits of her conversation with Buck that day when he comes over the next day (probably super early cause I have no doubt his mind has been running since that kiss), practically glowing with post-kiss drunk vibes, she thinks it's due to something with Eddie. And for some reason, I feel like he would confess kind of similar to how he told Taylor he kissed Lucy. So all she will hear is "I kissed a guy" as his greeting which would be fucking funny (also probably due to his brain still processing, it's okay buck I get you).

Now Maddie knows about her brother's massive, can-be-seen-from-mars infatuation with Eddie even if he can't see it. And their obvious situationship from a mile away more than I feel even most people. She's tried to tell him but given how oblivious Buck is to his very blatant flirting when it comes to men, she probably decided it's best for him to figure it out for himself (and save herself the headache cause Jesus Christ).

So all I can imagine is the utter shock, the complete and all-consuming confusion of Buck explaining to her right after telling her that he kissed a man, that man in question was Tommy.

The very same Tommy that she had to listen to him complain about for what felt like a full day (probably at least an hr or 2). The same Tommy that she was told was quoted "so cool" in a petty tone by Buck. The same Tommy that Buck comes to her job (which I don't remember him really even doing on the scene) to further tell her about the disaster of the basketball situation and that he basically maimed his best friend over.

So Buck is probably freaking out a bit since the look on Maddie's face probably showcases her utter bewilderment at this whole thing and he's (as always) overthinking. And Maddie...

Maddie is so fucking confused at this point.

At this moment there are probably only two things going through her head. #1 being just white noise and "wut?" And the second (considering I'm not sure if she has physically met Tommy herself and is just hearing about him through people) is 'Who the fuck is Tommy Kinard'?

And I just find that so so funny. This is what was running through my head this morning and I just been chucking to myself throughout the day about it.

[ovyy-pvcure]

Ok well nobody asked but I'm bored so wild transmigration Naruro au borne of madness go.

So first things first Kishimoto made one gigantic mistake and that was making and naming a bit character that's easy to do the whole 'dead modern human pops into the body of a canon character' thing.

^ That's Tobio who shows up exactly once in the entire series at the start to accidentally knock Naruto off balance and kick off literal decades of shipping. This convinent oc stand in blank canvas is the turning point of the au that means when he accidentally dies as a result of that one off-canon event the universe* steps in and sticks a random schmuck in place to keep things basically on plan. There's, like, prophesies to fullfill (and cosmic schemes going on). Which is why and how a late age teenager finds themselves stuck in a 12 year old's body ("it matches your emotional age") after an unfortuante accident with nothing but the basi s of chakra and history downloaded to their brain and no psrsonal memories of the new body to call on. Oh, and a cheery "good luck" before getting dropped into basicially the start of the plot just before team allocation. Where, as the top student in the "espionage and subterfuge" class he's assigned as the final member of team 7.

To give the basic skeleton of what's taken shape in my head already the first arc would follow tobio as he tries to wrangle the cats known to the public as Sasuke and Naruto without actually letting anyone know he has literally no memory of anything that's happened to him before a couple months ago. Oh and surviving the grueling change of lifestyle inherent in becoming a Child Soldier. He's doing Great this arc. Not stressed At All as he tries to juggle managing his teammates' egos with getting stronger because he has none allies or parents or connections to fall back on if he stumbles.

Well he thinks so anyway he's Kakshi's favorite adorable little student because he's the one who keeps pulling NaruSasu apart and making them actually, you know, cooperate. Naruto likes him because tobio treats him like a person and Sasuke at least appreciates that he doesn't have a fangirl in his squad and he's even focused on getting better so no deadweight. Also Mizuki's hovering around asking how he's progressing and if he feels ready which is odd since wasn't Mizuki beaten to an inch of life for all that treason he was up to? Well, not tobio's problem.

If you're curious how tobio died so is he! He can't remember; he was just told in the void of space time that he had an accident, died and now he's getting shipped off to 12 year old boot camp. What he does know is his own sarcastic rebellious wit has nothing on the universe's* considering it called him a quote "sarcastic bitch" as it did the whole transmigiration thing.

Blah blah blah team building, lunch at ichiraku's using future knowledge to climb trees early the usual oc stuff up until Wave. Things even go kind of normal up until the city is reached where kakshi's chakra lesson gets more than a little derailed by tobio already knowing how to do the whole shebang. Instead of being sent off to guard the bridge he suggests Naruto do so with clones since he's been thinking of a way to make use of his specialized training and making this mission truly worth Konoha's time.

A reoccurring element of the first arc is that the people around him not really knowing the OG Tobio that well is a boon his training in espionage is also guiding tobio to keeping his own secrets under wraps. tobio wants to infiltrate Gato's orginization and siphon money directly into The Leaf's coffers as recompense for making it impossible for the village to get properly paid from the outset. Besides Zabuza's gonna kill Gato so it's fine. Kakshi is against it but can't deny the logic and concedes but insists tobio's top priority is his contiuned survival.

Due to all the miscellaneous ne'er do wells romping about it's easy for a trained Ninja to slip in and start liberating ryo for Konoha (and maybe some for Wave while he's at it). Things contiune apace until The Bridge Showdown where in the confusion tobio once again slips into the waiting horde of Goons. Right next to Gato. Kyubi chakra comes with a weird feeling alongside the terrifying bloodlust from Naruto himself and tobio seizes the opportunity to take out Gato himself before the order to fire on Zabuza can be given.

In the temporary silence we have a dying Haku, a dead Gato and a disguised tobio skipping out of the goon squad cheerfully announcing Gato's plan to shoot everyone left on the bridge dead before his interference and daring anyone to contradict him. They can't mostly because the small child with blood dripping off their knives has scared them silent, and instead of fighting they flee with a furious Zabuza in pursuit. Haku doesn't survive but Z does to contiune his bloodly plans for revolution but now without his restraining bolt. This will cause problems for our heroes later. But for now Wave is a success and only one of the children has killed anyone in cold blood. Only Kakashi is worried about this. Oh and all the builders who are now wary around the killer kid who mocked and psychologically attacked his victims first. Victory all around!

Kakashi can not get the privacy needed to properly talk to his genin about the thing he did until they're back in Konoha where he overhears Mizuki grilling his student for details on the mission and dropping info he really shouldn't be re: the kyubi, and implying Tobio was meant to somehow harm Naruto. Which is the conversation that tips tobio off to the divigerence which is that oops Tobio was doing himself a Treason. Thankfully tobio is a fully trained fluent liar who reports to Mizuki that he never had a chance to harm Naruto and that, no, there was no hint of the Kyubi both of which are lies the eavesdropping Kakashi catches but isn't sure what to make of. tobio himself is basicially flying by the seat of his pants as he describes Sasuke's growth and personality even as he internally starts to panic as he realizes just how epically Screwed he is since he also doesn't know Kakashi is there, and now Mizuki and Tobio's treason is his problem. Crap.

A sweep of his apartment has tobio finding a journal of his days in the academy where one day Tobio reports Mizuki pulling him aside and pointing out he'll be lucky go get a proper jonin teacher and get out of the genin corps if he continues on the normal path but Mizuki has a solution since he feels so bad for another orphan of the Kyubei attack. His new plan is to join the E&S course the so called "kunoichi class" and with Mizuki's help-all helpfully noted down by Tobio and utterly obviously manipulative to tobio-he can ace that and get put on a star team with a good future. With Sasuke he means so someone can keep an eye on the Uchiha for Orochimaru. The journal also veers off into a hateful anti-Konoha rant at the revealation of Tobio's parents killer's continued existence and favortism from the Third via Naruto. However misguided a start by the time of graduation testing Tobio had been perfectly groomed into Mizuki's personal spy who had a sneering relief that he could leave Konoha and a dead Naruto behind after they secured the scroll for their actual master.

Well, to be forewarned is to be forearmed as they say, and no one else in the village has as much foreknowledge as tobio who thinks it's high time he got serious and picked put a proper name for himself: Otogiri Tobio sounds perfect.

Otogiri doesn't know Kakashi knows even half of this but luckily neither does anyone else yet. While the poor scarecrow man tries to figure out just what is happening without directly confronting a possible traitor in his own squad even as political pressure mounts to prove one of Konoha's founding clans has a strong future by putting Sasuke (and his squad they guess. Whatever.) into the chuunin exam. With an effective A rank under their belt and Otogiri's proliferation of funds Kakashi would need a pretty sound reason not to bend to the council's "suggestion" and he doesn't want to leave the boys alone with a possible traitor but he also doesn't want T&E descending on his student for maybe nothing. So in they go causing the domino effect that ends with the K9 (sans sakura plus Otogiri) all enrolled in the annual deathmatch.

Ignorant of all this back door politicking going on Otogiri's already gearing up for the Invasion. Chuunin exams? Sure he's signed up the squad's in. Whatever. He's got bigger problems including Mizuki dropping in and telling him to meet up and assist the incoming Sound kids. No one notices the dog watching this play out not that Mizuki's sloppy enough to say anything outright but Otogiri catches the subtext, but also sees a chance to start turning the tables on that creep. After all Orochimaru already wants Sasuke, and Naruto's becoming pretty strong himself maybe they should pull everyone in?

So on the prophesied day squad 7 is coincidentally in place to welcome and show around the teens from the newly founded village of Sound. Otogiri is a little concered but the thing about Naruto is that yes he's loud and arrogant and annoying and has to be physically wrestled into bathing regularly but he's charismatic enough for all that to be liked anyway. And Zaku? Is loud and arrogant and definitely had to be wrestled into a bath at least 5 times so he likes the kid, and their friendly little mole's hinting that he's not been treated great by the Leaf so why not get along and lead the kid astray? Could be fun.

Kin has a headache. She's met louder blonde Zaku and she wants to Die about it. She and Sasuke bond over it as they have to quiet the duo down.

Dosu is amused by Kin's discomfort and Zaku's weirdly instant attachment, but as long as they serve their duty he's fine with it. They're the best the Sound has to offer that could pass as genin. The mole worries him a little, he's a little too quick witted and sharp to feel like he's really their ally and he never says anything to give him a hint of where he lies beyond the veiled code phrase he introduced himself with to mark him as the Tobio they were supposed to meet. The blonde's infectious energy and loudness doesn't leave him exposing weaknesses in the village, and The Uchia clearly looks down on their little village. Well he'd change his mind about that once the rest of his squad turned on him or Dosu would have the personal pleasure of wiping the smug off his face.

Otogiri is not having a great time he has a little over a month to get Dosu to trust him so he can derail Orochimaru's chess style pawn sacrifice strategy for his own shogi inspired pawn theft strategy. Some people might claim using alternate universe future knowledge is cheating. Otogiri would claim that he's trying to outwit someone who even with his ages combined has 20 years minimum on him so really he needs every advantage he can get. Especially because Dosu is so damn distrusting that getting an in to try and make the older boy waver on his desire to gain glory is harder than making Sasunaru work together back in the first arc.

Blah blah blah chuunin exam stuff test speech forest of death. Where Otogiri realizes there was a fight with Rock Lee but no declaration of lust from him without Sakura. And he has no connection to Ino beyond her sort of hating him for stealing what she thinks should be her place. No it doesn't matter Sakura outranked her, Otogiri's on the wrong end of Ino's many grudges and eventually despite his best efforts he winds up with an unconscious chakra dampened Naruto and a freshly Cursed Sasuke. No allies forthcoming and probably 3 teens expecting an easy kill on their way. To be killed to make Sauske stronger.

Otogiri must once again consider that actually The Universe* is just screwing with him. With a bit of deception, luck, and just plain knowing more than he should Otogiri convinces the trio when they show up they're not really meant to try and kill Sasuke it's all a test of how wisely they can act on a mission. He bluffs that Mizuki told him what The Master could do and how he marked Sasuke betting on Dosu at least managing to link Curse Seals and their Effects on the mark on Sasuke.

Sound trio on side Naruto and then Sasuke wake up groggy and foggy as hell but hey safe! With their new cool allies! Naruto's devious nature surfaces and he makes a plan to net both teams all the scrolls they'll need with his prankster past . While he has the time Otogiri pulls Zaku aside and warns him to watch his tubing around the Aburame since their bugs follow and eat chakra which is a huge vulnerability for specifically him. Sorry Shino it just ain't your time-line.

Successful plan put into motion everyone moves onto The Tournament where things play out basicially as they do with the exception of Shino getting outplayed by Otogiri's timely warning. Naruto does a little better and wins less with a stroke of luck and more by being just enough better at chakra control the seal doesn't completely stop him. And of course Ino tries to vent when she gets paired up with her new Fated Rival (that random boy who was better in class than her and hasn't given her a second thought all story) but Otogiri is tired stressed and over it so he forces a grapple pins her hand with a kunai and presses his advantage until he knocks her out because Ino is Not A Quitter. By any sane metric Ino does fine but Otogiri's got his sights aimed way higher and has been training accordingly. Sorry, Ino just ain't your timeline either.

Seconds into the fight he gets even more stressed out as he realizes all at once the various things even a brief jaunt into his soul/mind would reveal. Making him fight way more aggressivly and mercilessly which the other K9 minus s7 don't like. Zaku and Kin do but boo on them.

Easy part over Otogiri has to rededicate himself to several things all at once: untangling the invasion's plans without drawing too much attention to himself. Keeping the sound trio alive and out of Orochimaru's hands to keep him from going full Necromancer on the Third. Keeping Naruto and Sasuke safe from the wretched hands moving on them. Again not drawing aggro himself from Danzo and ROOT. Or Jiraya. Noted spymaster. Old teammate of his new archnemesis. Naruto's newest teacher. Whooo.

Meanwhile in the mountains Kakashi is training Sasuke because he got paired up against a serial killer jinjuriki. Which is one more gray hair on his head along with all the other stuff including Otogiri seeking him out in private and explaining the attack, the seals and who he suspects was the attacker. Which. Kakashi is smart, he now probably knows who Mizuki sold Konoha out to and how and why Otogiri would know who he is but he still has no idea what angle the kid is working. Or if approaching him about it is smart. Kids are hard and Kakashi has been avoiding this for years. Obito please come back and help him you were always basicially a kid you'd know what was going on.

Otogiri has come to the conclusion it's officially time to call Gondor for aid and seeing as there's maybe 3 people who could be discrete enough to trail the trio and play off if they got caught. One was on a mountain one is him and one is...capable of self replication. Welp time to put a hand over Naruto's gross mouth and explain the bullet points.

A pinned Naruto with two hands over his mouth later gives more context to the Mizuki mysteries; he confirms it was Mizuki who told him of the special pass requirement and that he never showed that night. Iruka found him and he remembers an odd smell but has no memory beyond a very verbal lashing. Neither boy knows how Mizuki got away with it, but Otogiri spells out the "truth" to Naruto about Mizuki's plans to steal the scroll and leave Naruto to rot for it. In return for the tiny lie Otogiri tells Naruto he knows about the Kyubei and has decided that Naruto's too kind and simple to be a demon fox so he's cool with him.

Before even a single sappy sentiment can be shared Otogiri launches into his suspicions about how valuable Orochimaru finds their new "friends'" lives and Naruto is all about protecting them (believe it!). Together with a little "totally unknowing" help from a certain Toad Sage they figure out Kabuto's ninja info cards have summoning seals on them and before Dosu can go and get himself killed the new duo gush about how excited they are to see Zaku and Dosu kick butt in the stadium which is enough to mollify Dosu's increasing need to go out and prove himself. Barely.

Zaku's feeling right offended they were given "information cards" as if they needed the help to kick a bunch of kids' asses in a straight fight. Otogiri could kiss that lanky moron because he just handed him the answer and he makes a big show of agreeing and saying they should prove it by getting rid of those useless cards and giving them to him and Naruto who could use the help. Dosu's suspicion gauge raises another tick but the trio do and those cards find themselves in Jiraya's hands lightning quick.

Surprise surprise the cards have summoning sutras on them to send the holders to a preset location. Jiraya with the subtly of a trained deceiver who's lead a spy ring for decades pries a lot of information from Otogiri very skillfully and concludes what Otogiri already knew regarding the intentions of summoning cards the holders didn't know about. So, the sound trio receive a friendly visit from a friendly toad man who gleefully shows them the trap on the cards and notes whoever gave them these might not be as trustworthy as they thought. The trio say nothing, cutting contact with OtoNaru.

Come the tournament a lot of the usual beats play out; late Sauske, Naruto's still heated about Nehi being the ultimate Heel wrestler, Shikamaru proves he can make wise tactical decisions and before the oragnizers have to awkwardly side step there's one too many contestants Sauske dramatic entrances in and the fight begins. A fight Naruto Otogiri and Shikamaru miss because Dosu and company have given it some thought and are going to just full Bail but they know what's about to start and at least want the duo (and shikamaru they guess) to be awake and away when the fighting starts.

Naruto Talks at them and tries to fire them up agaisnt ol copperhead as everything Pops Off including a pall of mist that descends over the arena. Zabuza's found a fellow revolutionary it seems. Sasuke takes off after Gaara with Naruto hot on his heels with a shove from Otogiri seeing as their the "same".

Otogiri rounds on the trio and decides to use his own version of Talk pointing out that they owe one person one thing and that's revenge on Orochimaru. He tried to sacrifice them multiple times hasn't been in contact with them, and was gonna do who knows what with their bodies without consent. They can flee in the middle if they want but don't they want to pop him in the metaphorical face first? Zaku does. Kin does. Dosu doesn't anymore but his almost-friends (all 4 of them) aren't budging so he figures he might as well prove how non disposable they are by messing up snakey's plans.

Shikamaru is thoroughly disgruntled because Naruto dragged him along to the Gaara mess which is going basicially like canon. Shino's even here his bugs having devoured the genjutsu and wanting to back up his non insane classmate. An exhausted Shikamaru can barely hold back a desperate Temari until the timely ringing of bells saves him. Kin's strings may not have much shadow but they are a direct path to a disoriented Temari who has to watch her little brother actually struggle and bleed before she gets introduced to a tree the same way Kin was to a wall. Naruto summons a giant frog.

Meanwhile Kakashi is meeting back up with Zabuza, his ninken already have the swordsmaster's scent and this time they do need to settle the score. Zabuza's both mad at Kakashi for reasons he knows aren't sound and persuing his goal since Orochimaru will eventually tear down Wave and he says will leave it to Zabuza while he goes after the rest. He has to make Haku's sacrifice count so Leaf has to die on the vine just in case this time the promise is real. No points for guessing who wins in this confusing melee. Final tally: 3-0 kakashi:zabuza it was close though.

Meanwhile again Mizuki's poised to take some sweet justice against Iruka for, frankly, being a better instructor ninja and person than him wheb Otogiri shows up playing it like he wants the honor. No dice, Mizuki's wanted this for awhile and the kid's nowhere close enough to be subtle and he just has to drop the genjutsu on Mizuki to make him miss and engage his manipulator in a direct confrontation to end this whole twisted mess. Good thing Mizuki doesn't have that filler arc power up because Otogiri's fighting an uphill battle on this one.

But first Hayate Gekko's girlfriend the ANBU member Cat is engaging his canonical killer Baki the sand jonin her swordsmanship sharp enough to leave Baki's attempts to entangle her blade useless. And him open to said jonin's surprise strike taking out the sandman. Oh how the turntables. Is what someone who knows the alternate timeline would say since that confrontation didn't happen in this one since Dosu wasn't trailed and Hayate killed for Knowing Too Much.

Speaking of Dosu he and Zaku have run into Kabuto who's cover is very blown because Konoha's Spymaster got a peek at his Trap Cards and no one is happy with anyone here. Dosu and Zaku aren't exactly jonin level even combined but in a chaotic melee large windbursts and balance altering soundwaves make up for a lot when your speciality is up close precision scapel attacks. Kabuto would win ordinarily but he's a wanted man and there's an angry snake lady willing to take out her misplaced sense of displacement on a willing medical collabteour. Kabuto gets away in the end but Anko takes one look at the trio once everyone's round up in the end and asks "is anyone gonna claim these kids?" And not wait for an answer.

Back to Otogiri who lacks the element of surprise of numbers to overwhelm Mizuki and is going pretty even but for all the cheap kill shots he has to prevent from taking out a defenseless wounded Iruka who himself got taken down protecting the academy kids not named nepotism. Mizuki isn't his usual sneering jackass self here because he's pissed that the kid he'd been grooming slipped out of his control and had taken to playing him for a fool. Otogiri bullshits back that after seeing how Orochimaru treated his soldiers he made the choice to back out before he was sacrificed for a madman's goals stubbronly ignorning the Danzo in the room for now.

Injured, humiliated and generally unpleasant Mizuki lunges for Otogiri and gets his hands around the boy's throat. Any plan of escape is cut off by a torrent of rage and red as Otogiri loses it after all of Mizuki's crap and he simply rips the man's hands off him and before the former instructor can process the impossible thing he just witnessed he's driven into the side of the academy and has a kunai driven through his neck. Good thing Iruka passed out from his wounds and no impressionable children saw that. Oh hi Konohamaru don't wanna come out of hiding in that closet and say hi to Naruto nii chan's friend? No? Suit yourself he's gotta hurry Iruka to a healer anyway no time to stop and ask questions like "how" or "what the fuck?"

The final results of the invasion are far from pretty. Konoha's numbers are still pretty cut down as are Sand's who are still totally playing that "Orochimaru killed our kage and was giving orders so us invading you is totes not our fault" card they did in canon. It's accepted for the same reason as in canon: the sharks are already circling with blood in the water no need to churn the tide when a perfectly good excuse is offered up.

Third watch: without two other kages backing him in a restricted space and not enough time to restructure the plan to get Mandra in on the action sun wukong and The Professor taught a hard lesson in getting absolutely whomped. Orochimaru got away alive sans a working leg, but old man bodies aren't really still made for pitched life or death combat and his body's heavily protesting the return to combat. The can can be kicked a little further down the road safely but they need a qualified non Danzo candidate and soon.

Sound Trio: the corps aren't totally happy about it but they need manpower and they've got friends on the inside and a grudge against orochimaru so...probation working with Anko. She already adopted them they can't say no. And by adopted i do mean carted them away in a net to get lodgings and food. And a good medic to look at Zaku's arms.

Otogiri: in so much trouble you have no idea. His various schemes finally came out around someone without the good sense to lie about it so T&I would like a word with him. And Kakashi? Who is now claiming before anyone can even threaten pain or a jaunt through his head that they were in already working against the threat to Konoha since Wave. Kakashi?

His claim is the money stolen from Gato to insulate Wave and brought back to Konoha was in preparation for the coming storm. Obviously deep internal agents like Mizuki and Kabuto left Kakashi little choice but to keep Otogiri in deep cover to root out the problem without drawing suspicion by having contact with known figures like The Third. Kakashi had total control of the situation the whole time. Honest.

Otogiri's just kind of nodding along because he is just getting windmall slammed by haymaker after haymaker in a pretty short window of time. Ibuki is Not Buying This but the kid's actions prove his loyalty at the end of the day and if Hatake wants to take the lumps for his kid? Well, more power to him. Ibuki reminds Kakashi there are 'proper verified channels' for internal operations and he should remember to use them in the future. He expects a full concise report regarding everything from both of them and sends the teacher-student pair off with a glare.

This is where all that Kakashi stuff from earlier gets revealed to the audience as he goes over how and when he caught Otogiri mid treason and how close an eye he's actually been keeping on the boy. It is as terrifying as Kakashi's tone is light. Otogiri's just so incredibly thankful he declares his undying loyalty to his sensei for looking out for him and following his own principals so closely. Yes, Otogiri is crying at this point why do you ask?

This is the peaceful denouement of part 1 as Otogiri goes around catching up with who he can he is left to ponder why he has Kyubei chakra. How did Tobio even die anyway? And why is Jiraya here inviting him on a trip with Naruto? Does he wanna be a spymaster? Wasn't fixing Tobio's mistake the end of the story why is there more? Help!

Miscellaneous character notes on Otogiri:

-> is fairly meta and aware of transmigration novels and some of their rules. Is wrong about as often as he is right

-> has a fairly solid grasp on the character's motives but can't predict moments of wild humanity

-> has a hard time grasping his own mortality despite or rather because he has already died once. Will blank out at the idea of dying as bad as if not worse than Sakura when intent is aimed at him. Refuses to dwell on his first death or Tobio's

-> sarcastic and frequently argumentative. He likes to pick fights when he's feeling safe with someone.

-> was a bit of an edgelord in life and has a twisted sense of morality. His interference doesn't cost Shino his life but it could have and he ignores that for his own goals.

-> early on is mildly obssessed with finding the divervent point of import thinking if he can solve The Problem he'll fade into an epilogue or something. Is in Denial.

-> connecting events in his present with his past unlocks memories of both Tobio's life and his own. Facing his own death is the only way for him to Understand.

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i've had this idea marinating in my head for - 4 years? maybe. eventually i got around to writing it. then it took 1000 other days to type. but, yknow, here we are now.

teacher au

Vroom Vroom

Then

Étienne stands outside the school building and waits for Edward. It is one of the first nice days of spring and being out is rather nice after a cold long winter. His friend has promised him a lift home and so, when he’d walked by Edward’s classroom and hadn’t seen him, Étienne assumed his friend would be outside.

He peers in the direction of the parking lot, trying to spy Edward’s car, but he can’t find it. He hopes Edward hasn’t forgotten about him and curses himself for not reconfirming over lunch. For all he knows, Edward may have gotten stuck in some conversation with another of their colleagues and he figures he’ll give him another five minutes before sending him a message.

Just in case.

He busies himself observing the multitude of parents and guardians picking up their charges and waves at whichever student wishes him a nice end of day. He is just about to take out his phone, when he notices a motorcycle come down the street. He knows of a few parents that have a motorcycle, having seen them at the start of the school year, and he pays closer attention to see if there will be any excited ruckus over it. For some reason, a parent with a motorcycle always stands out more than the regular sedan.

However, the motorcycle goes past the pick-up gates and instead stops by the main doors where Étienne is waiting.

“Need a ride, stranger?” The rider of the motorcycle asks and then pushes up their visor, effectively short-circuiting Étienne’s brain.

For starters, his brain reminds him that he knows that voice.

Actually, that is Edward’s voice, his brain supplies.

But Edward had never ever mentioned riding – or even owning – a motorcycle.

Not that he needed have told him. But – they’d been hanging out for the better part of the past seven months now. Surely, it would have come up in a conversation, or something.

Still.

Even though he knows that Edward has a significant other, he can’t deny that his friend is quite attractive and that under different circumstances, he would have totally asked him out. But, seeing as he tries to be a decent human being and that despite his many shortfalls, he’s not one to ruin other people’s relationships, Étienne’s kept his little crush to himself, buried it deep down and focused on being a friend. (That and he has no idea if Edward is even into men and given the nature of their jobs, it’s best if he keeps this to himself. But again, details.)

Also, there’s something about a motorcycle that’s so very hot and so very masculine and it’s doing things to Étienne’s insides. He’s only human. And he’s not perfect. The eroticisation of the motorcycle is something he is very well aware of, but he’d never thought it would be something that would appeal to him until now.

Regardless, he’s a good friend and not a monster so he’ll keep all his naughty thoughts to himself and instead deal with them later, when he’s home alone with the internet at his finger tips, thank you very much.

However, he has to admit that he likes this side of Edward. Likes that there are multiple sides to Edward’s personality. Layers, really. (He wonders what else he doesn’t know about his friend.) After all, he must admit that even though he fights against the expectations of the stereotypical teacher, he may have made an assumption or two about Edward based on his job and the way he dresses. Yet, at the same time, when he gives it some thought, he must admit to himself that the motorcycle aesthetic also fits with Edward in its own way and he’s totally here for it and whatever else Edward is into. (And, he hopes that with time, he’ll get to find out more.)

“Why yes, I wouldn’t mind to ride, actually.” If there is any inuendo to his words, he means it as a joke, even if it could be flirtatious. Luckily, Edward only laughs and hands him a helmet as he makes his way towards the bike.

“Sit close, but not too close and hold on to my waist.” Edward instructs him.

Étienne keeps his bag on his back and now it makes sense why Edward had asked him if he had many things to bring home. He tries not to think too much about how this is the first time he’s touching Edward in more than a pat on the shoulder way or when they sit on the old couch in his classroom to watch movies over lunch and their thighs sometimes touch. He still finds himself sitting close, (but not too close) and tries to focus on the briefing Edward gives him, before they’re off to a roaring start.

He holds on tightly, surprised by the speed at which they cover ground and it is absolutely exhilarating. He laughs as the wind wipes through him and he wonders briefly if this is what freedom feels like. If this is why Edward’s fallen for the motorcycle, he may just understand why.

“Do tell, how did you manage to get your bike if we drove in your car this morning?” He asks when they’re at a red light and it’s quieter than when the motorcycle is at its full roar.

Edward flips up his visor and grins at him and Étienne’s body goes warm all over. This man is a menace and he will not survive until the end of the school year if his friend keeps giving him lifts on this damned motor bike, it seems.

“Took last period off, went home to drop the car, took the bus to the garage to pick ‘er up and then came to pick you up.”

“Such dedication,” Étienne gently teases, but he likes that Edward made time for something he clearly likes.

“Listen, I’ve been looking at the weather app for the past three weeks trying to figure out when would be a good day for the first ride. At least the season’s longer here.” The light changes and their conversation comes to an end for now. Étienne busies himself with the patches on Edward’s jacket and makes a mental note to ask about them later. He holds on and does his best to keep his mind busy until Edward drives up to his street and parks the bike in front of his building.

If he’s a little bit shaky dismounting the motorcycle, he blames it on the adrenaline of his first ever ride and not because of the sight Edward paints with his leather jacket, his riding boots, his tousled hair when he pulls off his helmet for a moment and the bright smile on his face.

“Same time same place tomorrow?”

Étienne wishes he meant something else by that, but nods instead. “Will you be coming by bike, or…?”

He wants another ride. Wants to chase the freedom with Edward again. Wants – many other things he keeps to himself because he’s a good friend.

Edward gives a sad shake of his head, “Unfortunately not – they’re predicting rain.”

“Oh, bummer.” He means it, but maybe there’ll be other rides in the future and – maybe he’ll have calmed himself by then.

Instead, he watches as Edward mounts his bike once more, pulls on his helmet and then drives off after waving goodbye at him. Étienne takes a moment to breathe, before he makes his way to his apartment, already on one of his many hookup apps.

--

Now

Étienne stands outside the school building and waits for Edward. It is one of the first nice days of spring and being outside is rather nice after a cold long winter. His boyfriend is meant to give him a lift home and so, when he’d walked by Edward’s classroom and hadn’t seen him, Étienne assumed Edward would be outside.

He peers in the direction of the parking lot, trying to spy Edward’s car, but he can’t find it. He hopes Edward hasn’t forgotten about him even though that would be a little strange, considering they live together and have done so for a few years now. For all he knows, Edward may have gotten stuck in some conversation with another of their colleagues and he figures he’ll give him another five minutes before sending him a message. Just in case. (The years have taught him that there are times when Edward can be quite distracted.)

He busies himself observing the multitude of parents and guardians picking up their charges and waves at whichever student wishes him a nice end of day. He is just about to take out his phone, when he notices a motorcycle come down the street.

He knows of a few parents that have a motorcycle, having seen them at the start of the school year, and he pays closer attention to see if there will be any excited ruckus over it. For some reason, a parent with a motorcycle always stands out more than the regular sedan.

However, the motorcycle goes past the pick-up gates and instead stops by the main doors where Étienne is waiting.

“Need a ride, stranger?” The rider of the motorcycle asks and then pushes up their visor, effectively short-circuiting Étienne’s brain even after so many years.

For starters, his brain reminds him that he knows that voice.

Actually, that is Edward’s voice, his brain supplies and he knows it quite well.

Yet somehow, he had completed forgotten that it is the start of spring and that it means that Edward itches for the day he can take out his bike.

He knows Edward mentioned it offhand over the past few weeks, he just – never clicked that it would be today.

Still.

Even though he’s been with Edward for years now, he can’t deny that his partner is quite attractive and that the little motorcycle number still gets to him. (At least now he gets to ogle all he wants, no shame and no guilt.)

But, seeing as he tries to be a decent human being and that despite his many shortfalls, he’s not one to ruin both their good reputations, Étienne keeps his running thoughts, and hands, to himself, buries it deep down for when they will be alone together. (He has it on good authority that Edward likes that he has a thing for the motorcycle getup, so really, it’s win-win all around.)

Also, there’s something about a motorcycle that’s still so very hot and so very masculine and it does things to Étienne’s insides. He’s only human. And he’s not perfect. The eroticisation of the motorcycle is something he has exploited to his benefit over the years, even if he’d never thought it would appeal to him until recently.

However, he has to admit that even these many years later, he likes this side of Edward. Likes that there are multiple sides to Edward’s personality. Layers, really. (The beauty is that he now knows more of Edward’s sides now and he cherishes the time it has taken him to get to know them and looks forward to many more years and such.)

After all, he must admit that even though he continues to fight against the expectations of the stereotypical teacher, and even if he may have made an assumption or two about Edward based on his job and the way he dresses once upon a time, he admits to himself that the motorcycle aesthetic also fits nicely with Edward in its own way and he’s totally here for it. (Something about being a rebel in his own right and doing things his own way, and such – it always resonated with Étienne.)

“Why yes, I wouldn’t mind to ride, actually.” If there is any inuendo to his words, he means it less as a joke now and he’s being as flirtatious as he can given the fact that they’re still on school grounds. Luckily, Edward only laughs, far too used to his shenanigans, and hands him his helmet as he makes his way towards the bike. (Because yes, Étienne has his own helmet for such occasions. His own jacket too for when Edward takes him out on longer rides. It’d been a gift, a few years back now, after Edward had gotten fondly tired of Étienne perpetually stealing his and refusing to get one himself.)

“Sit close, but not too close and hold on to my waist.” Edward instructs him. It would be redundant, but Étienne is a fiend for close contact and no matter the number of reminders, he always somehow manages to “forget.”

Étienne keeps his bag on his back and settles in behind his beau. He sees Edward roll his eyes as he sits just a little bit too close for a split second – long enough to get the reaction he wants, before he does as he’s told.

Now that he thinks back to it, it makes sense as to why Edward asked him this morning if he had many things to bring home. He should have seen it coming – knew that it was a matter of time before Edward took out the bike, but it flew over his head as it nearly always does every year.

He doesn’t really mind though; the surprise is always nice.

He’s used to Edward’s touch now, but he doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of Edward’s body or his warmth. He makes it a point to get in as much casual touching as he can when they hang out together in his class to either have lunch or watch movies instead of grading, but it’s still nice to sit close (but not too close) to Edward, almost as if it’s something this side of illicit and illegal. Still, he thanks his lucky stars that the kids (and parents) are slightly too naïve to think too much into it. It’s irritating, but it serves its purpose.

Étienne shakes his head and tries to focus on the briefing Edward gives him, before they’re off to a roaring start.

He holds on tightly, still somewhat surprised by the speed at which they cover ground and it is absolutely exhilarating. He laughs as the wind wipes through him and he understands that freedom might be a little bit like this. He now knows why Edward had fallen for the motorcycle, years and years ago, and if it wasn’t for the easy access to free rides he has, he may have gone out to learn himself, if only for the sensation of it all.

“You’ve gotten sly with old age, Murphy,” He says when they’re at a red light and it’s quieter than when the motorcycle is at its full roar. “You didn’t even mention anything about getting the bike today.”

Edward flips up his visor and grins at him all wicked like and Étienne’s body goes warm all over. This man is a menace and he will not survive until retirement if his boyfriend keeps giving him lifts on this damned motor bike, it seems, (but he knows he’ll come back for more and wait for the next ride, since he is just as addicted as Edward is.)

“Wanted to keep it a surprise,” Edward mentions casually, “Went home to drop the car, took the bus to the garage to pick ‘er up and then came to pick you up.”

“Such dedication,” Étienne gently teases, but he likes that Edward still manages to make time for something he clearly likes. He then presses himself just a little bit closer for the fraction of a second – because he can – and then sits back before Edward can once more gently reprimand him to hold himself correctly.

“I’m surprised you didn’t clue in when I started compulsively looking at the weather app for the past three weeks trying to figure out when would be a good day for the first ride. The season might be longer here, but the rain hasn’t helped at all this year.”

The light changes and their conversation comes to an end for now. Étienne busies himself with the patches on Edward’s jacket and easily recalls what each one of them means. He holds on and does his best to keep his mind busy until Edward drives up to their street and parks the bike in front of their home. He’s still a little bit shaky dismounting the motorcycle, and he only partially he blames it on the adrenaline of his first ride of the season and not because of the sight Edward paints with his leather jacket, his riding boots, his tousled hair when he pulls off his helmet for a moment and the bright smile on his face.

“Same time same place tomorrow?” Edward asks him with a wink.

Étienne fishes the keys out of his bag and nods, playing along to this old and ancient game of theirs. “Will we be using the bike, or…?”

He wants another ride. Wants to chase the freedom with Edward again. Wants – many other things he no longer keeps to himself, because Edward knows him too well and quite frankly, Étienne hasn’t written it off completely that his boyfriend doesn’t do it just a little bit on purpose to rile him up for fun.

Edward gives a sad shake of his head, “Unfortunately not – they’re predicting rain, again.” He says with a little mournful sigh.

“Oh, bummer.” He means it, but he also knows that he’ll get another ride soon anyways, regardless of the weather and it’ll be consolation enough. If anything, he’ll still get that delicious proximity he likes so much.

Instead, he unlocks the door, while Edward puts the bike away. He waits for him, before they both make their way inside and then, finally, when they’re safely behind closed doors, Étienne pulls Edward to him, hookup apps no longer necessary.

FIN

[highfiveheroes]

hi!!! im a very big fan of your work, and as someone who wants to start writing again (havent since i was 14 Dx), i was wondering if you had any tips? the way you write is so well done and impactful, so refined, and it always pulls in me right away. character interactions are so natural, and conversation flows smoothly, the voice for your art is so vivid in my head :] i always look to your work for inspiration, but figured i should ask rather then tearing apart your fics to examine what makes them work lol

i've been sitting on this for a few days because it really took my breath away—what a kind thing to ask!!!

i'm putting this under a cut because i definitely started to ramble haha

specifically on finding a writing voice, i'll be honest, i don't know exactly how to describe it—i've done a lot of rp-ing with my best friend and picked up a lot of phrasing and styles from how he writes, but i think what helps me ultimately when i'm writing on my own is just...writing the way it is? i don't worry about making it make narrative sense, if that makes sense? it doesn't have to be flowy and pretty every time, sometimes things just are what they are. i also try to think of it like i'm describing what i see on a screen, so i do a lot of rereading to see if i can picture the scene in my head exactly how i have it written, which means focusing on a lot of weird details. i also spend a LOT of time reading it out loud to see if my voice comes through because that's what's most important to me—i want people to come on the journey with me, like i'm telling the story to a good friend of mine, and they don't mind when i tell them every little detail. ultimately, i write for myself more than anyone else, and i figure that if i'm not enjoying it, few other people will either. writing is supposed to be fun!!

one of the best pieces of advice i ever saw—there's no such thing as bad writing. if you're putting words on a page, you're working on your creativity, and that's the best thing you can ever do for yourself!! i have pieces from years and years ago that i wrote in the middle of lunch when i was 14 that i can still go back and reread and see if there's anything good (you'd be as surprised as i was to find out that i've reused things from that time of my life in things i'm still writing now haha). sometimes if you're in a rut, sit down with an idea you like, set a timer for 15 minutes, and just turn your brain off and write—or set a word count and don't switch tasks until you hit it (like 100 words, 2,000 in four hours, three paragraphs in 15 minutes, that sort of thing—these are all ones i use pretty frequently). sometimes it sucks, but sometimes you'll end up with something you really like, and rereading it means you'll find something you can jump off of later! if you're putting something out there, it's going to be something good, i promise.

either way, good luck on your writing endeavors!!! i am rooting you on from my little corner of the internet—it's scary, but i promise, you aren't alone :)