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infizero · 4 months

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pokespe reread: red, green & blue chapter - closing thoughts! 🔴🟢🔵

im gonna do these for each chapter before i move onto the next one :D which means its time for RGB closing thoughts before i head onto yellow! i dont have as much to say as i did about ruby & sapphire, but that's just cuz there isn't any poorly handled parental abuse or gender nonconformity i feel the need to ramble about for 5 billion years LOL

anyways, thoughts under the cut!

(before i say anything, reminder that i call the boy green and the girl blue 👍)

ok first off, i wanna talk about just how cool the way team rocket is portrayed here. like i sort of take it for granted since ive been into pokespe for so long, but the thing of a lot of the gym leaders being a part of team rocket is SOOOOO cool.

not only does that by itself raise the stakes a lot compared to other depictions, but also these guys are RUTHLESS. like they have no qualms about straight up killing these kids and that makes every scene they're involved in so much more intense. like the scene where red and green are fighting against koga and he keeps forcing them to back down by threatening to literally DECAPITATE the other? that shit was genuinely so tense, it was really well done.

outside of the involvement of the gym leaders, they also do a really good job at making everything feel interconnected. like almost every conflict that isnt interpersonal can be traced back to team rocket, and even stuff that seems trivial at first, like collecting the gym badges, ends up having a greater significance. i did not remember that giovanni left red and green alone so they could collect the gym badges for them, that actually shocked me. really well done

moving onto specific characters, i just wanna talk about how much i love red rq bcuz i have an even deeper appreciation for him after this reread 😭 like he's just so pure hearted and cares about pokemon so much, and i really love how THAT'S what makes him strong.

like obviously that's a classic pokemon narrative at this point, but this was back in the days of the first game! yknow the one where trainers had whips and the bonds with your pokemon WASNT heavily emphasized? i just think it's cool that alongside his skills as a trainer, red's main heroic trait is his EMPATHY above all else. not trying to give too much credit here but i do think that's really cool, having the main male protagonist's strength come from his empathy and love.

and the way that that influences OTHERS to become better is something that i really love too. blaine talking about how seeing red's love for pokemon is what made him leave team rocket actually almost made me tear up :') and of course green also learns to treat his pokemon better because of red, which is something that i really really love (more on that in a second)

i also just wanna note how much i love red and poli :D the reoccurring thing with red being saved from drowning by it was really really sweet

moving onto green, i was surprised at how much... less of an asshole he was than i remembered? like dont get me wrong, he's definitely got a few moments where he's nasty to red for no reason in the beginning. but overall he's really moreso just Prickly, rather than being outwardly antagonistic. most of the time he's just brushing red off and underestimating him, rather than straight-up insulting him

this also plays into the fact that i realized upon this reread green very much reads as autistic to me. he's silent a lot of the time, focused on stats over feelings, and doesnt even attempt to mask when he doesnt like someone or something. he's very upfront with how he feels which comes across as cold/mean (and im not saying that's NOT what it is, but a lot of the time i think he's just reacting honestly without necessarily meaning to be rude. tho since he doesnt rlly like red and thats who he's usually interacting with, most of the time it IS probably meant to be rude lol)

also there's instances of him not rlly getting social cues/sarcasm. like literally this moment i put above, red goes "back to your old obnoxious self i see!" but green doesnt seem to even register that as a jab and just goes "that's right" like bro hes making fun of you 😭

but anyways yes, green was not as actively mean as i remembered him being, and him and red actually start to get along far quicker than i recalled as well! i thought that their enemies/rivals to friends dynamic was very well done, and i think this is best shown in the championship match, which was for sure one of my favorite moments of the whole arc

^ LIKE. OH MY GOD. the way that red and green have both learned from each other and grown bcuz of it by the end of the story. the way they've grown to respect each other and know each other so well. "they've incorporated the best traits of the other into themselves... and they know each other like the back of their own hands!" simon infizero found dead on the floor

i also liked how much the two smiled during the match :) they're having fun! they enjoy battling against each other!! i already talked about this in a separate post but this is a VERY different championship match than the one that occurs between these two in gameverse. and that's ok! even if i find gameverse's version more compelling, both are good and serve different purposes.

gameverse green's character development is jumpstarted BY losing the championship, while here pokespe green has ALREADY undergone character development and this match is used as a vessel for showing that development off. and i really really like it :D

now uh. for something about this climax that i DIDNT like

bro what the fuck was this 😭 professor oak intentionally triggering blue and airing out her trauma in front of thousands in order to "get back" at her for stealing squirtle was really fucking weird and strangely cruel. like listen man ive experienced many different interpretations of oak over the years some good, some very bad, most of them complicated, but even at his worst he would not fucking do this 😭 at least not in my opinion

i really wish that him confronting blue for stealing her starter and giving her the pokedex was under better circumstances..... like imo if they wanted to do this scene with all that and blue talking about her past, they could've easily just. had oak directly confront her about it. if we need to get blue broken down enough to talk about it, then have him start beating her in the battle really badly until she gets mad about it!

or hell, if that wouldnt be enough, have him confront her, she wont open up, so THEN he pulls out the spearow as sort of a last resort. she gets scared and rather than being all weirdly smug like "haha stupid traumatized girl i knew it was you" (ew) have him be GENTLE. have him be like "i know what you've been through blue. i was part of the team that tried to search for you etc etc. all i want is to know why you stole my squirtle" and then she breaks down and goes on her whole spiel.

that would be sooooo much better than what actually happened, and it would make the scene where he finally gives her her own pokedex and she breaks down into tears thanking him feel SO much more earned and actually impactful, rather than just feeling weird. this moment just felt so weirdly cruel and out of character for oak for no reason. and it sucks bcuz i DO like blue's breakdown about how she's from pallet too and wanted to go on her own journey, but the way we get there is just so weird that i cant fully appreciate it.

ok lastly just quick thing, i love how mewtwo is portrayed here :') it's how it should be portrayed!! it's not evil, it's just been through a lot and has a very understandable hatred for humans due to that. i love how red didnt even hesitate in immediately being empathetic to mewtwo and encouraging blaine to show mewtwo kindness and help it have a better life. made me very happy I LOVE YOU MEWTWO

and that's about it!! overall, i really love this first arc. it's definitely a little wacky when it comes to certain worldbuilding stuff, but that's to be expected from something made in the franchise's infancy. u could just do whatever u wanted back then man. and it doesnt even bother me cuz i mean. stuff like the legendary birds fusing into one pokemon is objectively cool as fuck

this arc is really well written when it comes to the overarching threat of team rocket, the characters and their development, everything! truly a delightful read :]

now, it's time for the kantet to finally be completed as i move onto the yellow chapter!!!! ^_^

#serena.txt #pksp reread #rgb reread #HOORAY its done. now its officially yellow time BABEYYYYY

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orangelemonsstuff · 2 years

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Cottagecore!Yuu x DarkFae!Malleus

a/n: not so good not so bad writing, (I'm still new to this lol) i just had this thought of writing this on that one post i saw about "someone should write Cottagecore Yuu x Dark academia Malleus (??) "

whoever you are thank you for that idea, please do forgive me for forgetting your username and i hope this fic come across you 😇🙏

•••

Malleus, a popular name to mortals for he is known to be the next heir of the throne of the kingdom of Thorn Valley,

everyone in the neighboring kingdom of thorn valley (Ramshacklerion) feared Malleus for who knows what would he do once he succeed the throne, he might even betray the other kingdoms near the Thorn Valley just to get more power as Faes are known for being greedy on power and possessive of their treasures

because of this fear, the king of Ramshacklerion invited Malleus (for the first time) to a grand ball and even to let him stay at his castle for weeks just to earn his favor so his kingdom won't get ambushed if Malleus ever get a dark thought about overruling every kingdom just to make the Thorn Valley bigger,

however

Malleus is aware of this and thought its really amusing how these mortals think he would do such thing, yes, he did love the fact that he is invited to a party not that he ever gets to be invited often, but he did not love the fact it was just to earn his favor

he doesn't even care to go ruling other people's kingdom nor even want the powers and riches that's promised to it, nonetheless it would be also tiring just thinking he would had to keep such big land as that

he isn't that interested in the throne or even succeeding it

he don't want a big kingdom to rule

he don't want a big castle filled with treasures

he wants something else...

a companion

a companion to talk to

yes, Lilia and his other attendants are there for him and he does appreciate it

but he wanted more than a servant serving a master kind of relationship

he wants to experience the something what mortals exchange to each other, affection, warmth, happiness

or even love

he always have been jealous of everyone who share their love and affection to their significant other or their friend

he always read books about human intimacy back home or even sometimes sees it when he observes humans

he wants to feel the same thing humans do to people they love,

someday maybe

maybe someday he would experience it to someone who is willing to love him for who he is.

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despite the name, Malleus thought the kingdom is pretty neat and peaceful itself

the kingdom is bright and blooming with colors and flowers unlike the Thorn Valley's dark atmosphere

it almost made his retairners sick of how bright and cheery this kingdom is

though he didn't mind to be in somewhere new rather than staying at his beloved big rotting villa

Malleus enjoys the half of his stay at the castle with his attendants

but only half

most of the servants of the castle avoids him and his attendants, they're not even trying to make eye contact nor look at them at their faces but just to bow down at them with their heads lower to the knee whenever they came across them

the king of this castle is no good either

everytime the king himself remembers that Malleus is staying in his castle, he would bother Malleus about non-sensical things including their ties with the Thorn Valley.

not only that, Malleus would get called over at his office many times to discuss about Malleus's stay at the castle and how is his experience

oh how would he love just to list everything thats on his mind of what he thinks and hate about this castle

he hates how everyone seems to have their head down on whenever they walk towards him or pass by him

he hates how the king himself is shady and bothers him about the kingdom stuff he isn't even interested in

he hates how he is forced to be with his retainers all the time so he wouldn't be in danger because of assassins and other malicious person that's trying to threaten his life

Then, Malleus had enough.

everything is too much

the king himself is too much too he almost wished he didn't accept his invitation.

thus this afternoon he snuck out of the palace leaving alone without his guards (and yes they did all panick except for Lilia who let Malleus have fun on his own because he know he can defend himself)

Malleus doesn't have anywhere to go and since he don't want to go around scaring the humans on the capital or the town's square of the kingdom

so he planned to just take walk and a breath on a nearby small forest behind the outskirts and come back to the castle after he's satisfied.

it was kind of overwhelming for him to stray in the forest just to leave the castle for a walk, there might be even dangerous animals or people around the forest but it's not like he can't fend for himself

the soft blowing of the fresh air and the rustling of the tree branches calmed his nerves as he continued to walk on the sturdy brown ground of the forest

it did not take him long to step on a grassy path and see a smoke coming behind from the trees

'did someone set something on fire?'

curious, he walked further to see where the smoke is coming from

it was from a chimney of a small old looking cottage on a big open grassy hill and behind it is a big flower field of yellow tulips and dandelions

his eyesight noticed that the cottage was decorated with variation of flowers and plants and has a cute stone path leading to its door that has crow carved into it and a mini trapdoor a perfect fit for an entrance for a pet cat or something small

'someone lives here?'

well he is not that surprised since the outskirts isn't that far from here but still, this looks like a secluded quite area, is it normal for humans to live in such places like this?

it piqued his interest how could a human live in such almost introverted state like how he is quite raised that way too

he walked towards the cottage and peeked to the window

the cottage was small from the outside but it inside seems like a stable place to stay in (for a human of course)

as you enter the door it was already the kitchen and there was two chairs tucked on a round red table that has white spots on it, near is a fireplace that seemed to be also a cooking stove when there is a pot of soup being heated with fire on it, behind the chairs there were other two doors probably leading to the bathroom and the bedroom of the person living in here

'so this was where the smoke was coming from....'

for some reason, up close the smoke smells like a great dish you would eat on a winter night to warm yourself and less of the smell of burning charcoal and wood.

he stared gently as how he would imagine himself living in a place like this

he would be too tall to even enter the entrance of it and probably would bump his head everytime he does.

it made him nod in agreement

his pointed ears perked up as he heard a laughter from a voice on the backyard of cottage

that...was a very cheerful laugh

he stood from his bending position and walked towards a wooden rack of potted plants to hide himself yet get a good peek of the person chuckling to themself

on his sight there was

a big cloth with red and white squares was settled on the green glossy grass near a tended garden of plants and crops, the picnic basket and a tea set sitting on it with almost half eaten sandwich and open empty can of tuna

and not much to his surprise

a person laying down on the grass, facing the sunset together with the flower field also Infront but far from them swaying on the rhythm of the wind as they chuckled while holding a yawning gray cat,

the scene itself felt so peaceful to watch, Malleus can't take his eyes off it

the cat broke free from the owners hold and started ruffling its body

"i don't think what i said was very funny henchman!!"

it's small mouth opened and spoke

it spoke.

Malleus was surprised, not because the cat spoke since he had read books about animals or familiars that can speak before, but how could a simple human, a comonner even obtain such thing?

"you are a very funny cat Grim, everyone thinks that you are my familiar yet you are treating me like I'm the henchman here!!" the person fake pouted as they cross their arms in a sudden

"Hmph!! henchmen like you shouldn't be complaining because I, the greatest Grim agreed to be your housemate!" Grim held his head high, puts his paws on his waist and pose proudly

"do you mean pet?" the person retorted sarcastically as they put their arms on the back of their head to act as a pillow

"WHAT WAS THAT!?" Grim hisses at the relaxed person

Malleus seemed to be so amused to the both squabbling out he giggled

he giggled?

how interesting... not often does he laugh at these type of things...

"and stop calling me henchman, i have a name you know?" the person said sternly

Malleus was so curious about the person's personality he didn't notice his hands moving a flower pot to the edge of the rack just to satisfy his curiosity

*CLACK*

the breaking sound of a pot caught the attention of the two on the backyard to turn their heads towards the plant rack.

panicking, Malleus hid himself on a neabry tree that is big enough to hide his tall figure

the two ran up to see what or who dropped the flower they have been taking care of

"Oh no my black petunias!!" the person looks so disgruntled seeing their treasured flower dropped down on the ground with its broken pot and scattered soil

"oh, its that black flowers you really like." Grim said as he stopped walking to the scene of the broken flower pot

"meh it doesn't even fit with the rest of the colorful flowers since its dark so its not really a big deal Yuu," Grim muttered carelessly looking away from Yuu since he doesn't really want to see their sad face

"still, no matter what it looks like its still a flower!! just like how everyone could be a different race they are still a person" Yuu protested back

Malleus eyes widened at the statement the human just said

could this person be.... the one who understands him?

hell, be friends with him even?

well everyone ought to learn the way of what they just said

'even though i am a successor of the throne of long evil rulers doesn't i am evil and power hungry like them too'

he thought to himself

still dejected, Yuu kneeled and started to pick up the broken piece by piece of the pot and soil to uncover to flower beautiful black flower

"mustve been caught by the wind, this is why i told you to never put em on near the end of the rack Yuu!!" the cat muttered irritably as he realized its one of the flowers also HE took care of just to plop down on the floor

he huffed and averted his eyes again just notice the shadowy figure peeking on the neabry tree

"but the wind isn't even that strong how could it-" Yuu's attention that was locked on the flower turned to Grim who was hissing on the nearby tree

Yuu stood up and turned their head where Grim's hissing is pointed at

the tree?

there they could see a tall shadowy figure peeking at them ominously

it made Yuu shiver to drop the broken pieces of the flower pot but not enough to make them turn and run for their lives

Yuu focused on their breathing, they inhaled and exhaled to calm themself

"um... hello? is someone there?" Yuu asked with a cautious voice, the shade of the tree is so good at hiding the person's body and since he is tall the branches are for his face

For a minute, Yuu thought they were hallucinating until decided Malleus to move a little to inform them that he is real and he is hiding from them

"I know you're there, don't be afraid." Yuu asked with a calm tone to the stranger

"I am not afraid..." Malleus deep voice made Yuu jump a little but at the same time it was very astonishing to hear

"then come out" Yuu asked amusingly to the person, interested on who they might be

"then you'll be afraid" Malleus replied, even if that human made a wise statement that doesn't they won't be frightened of who he is

"no I won't" Yuu insisted beaming a smile at him

Malleus moved out of the shade of the dark oak so the ray of the sunset would light up his face so the human could see him properly

Yuu walked back in awe, he was beautiful.... no, more than beautiful he was.... ethereal. the gleam of the sunset made his pale skin looks like he is glowing with beauty, his green forest eyes shined like the freshly dew of the green leaves in spring as it stared back to their own, his shiny dark hair flowed with wind that blowed to show off his elegance more, he looked like he straight came out from a fairytale

Yuu continued to stare at the breath-taking beauty of the stranger not noticing his anticipating reaction on the stare they were giving

"o-oh i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" Yuu waved both of their hands while being flustered

"its just that um... you're s-so pretty" Yuu fiddled with their hands still doesn't have an idea how to talk properly to the stranger because of being stunned from his beauty

Yuu met a lot of beautiful people during their stay on this kingdom but not as much as this guy.

Malleus tilted his head in confusion for this is not a normal reaction of humans that met him

Malleus was so distraught, this is not the expression he expected from this person. do this person don't know who he is?

"do you... not know me?" he questioned the other ambiguously of the thought this person not knowing their Kingdom's guest

"am i supposed to?" Yuu answered with confusion

Malleus put a hand to cover his mouth to hide his amused smile

this action made Yuu nervous, did they mess up? did Yuu actually supposed to know who he is?

"i guess i can't blame you since you live in such secluded area but... you do really not know who i am?" Malleus asked again this time, smirking with curiousity

"uh... no?" This is making Yuu more nervous for some reason that smirk on his beautiful face looks really smug and mischievous

"well i see." Malleus finished it off with a giggle that made Yuu's face heat up in silence, that smile looks really pure on his face

is he perhaps a knight? a merchant? maybe a noble?

Yuu's thoughts filled with questions of who he this strange yet beautiful guy is

the other two continued to stand silently in awkwardness as Grim sniffed the air between them, mmm smells good... the soup Yuu is cooking is probably about to be done now right?

"Yuu, our soup is--" Grim stated as it hit Yuu to interrupt the cat

"OH RIGHT THE SOUP!!" Yuu yelled with shock as they shove their hand to their pocket to unlock the front door

"Yuu, the flower--" Grim reminded as Yuu released a "Ah!" noticing the broken flower pot

"why did you even lock the front door?" Grim irritably asked as he rolls his eyes

"because our backdoor isn't, Grim." Yuu, annoyingly retorted back to the talking cat

they were such a mess it's embarassing, they didn't know what to do first.

Malleus laughed as he flicked his wrist, sparkles of light circled the flower pot as it put back the cracks to pieces, the pot magically floated and was placed properly to the pot rack again, thus the once was broken flower pot is now fixed and back at its place

while this happened, Yuu and Grim watched in shock speechlessly

Yuu is used to seeing people using magic but not magic that can fix things like this

"A-are you a perhaps a sorcerer or even a wizard!?" Yuu stuttered with excitement as if its the first time they ever seen magic like a kid

well they are not wrong Malleus is one of the strongest sorcerers out there but he doesn't want to reveal that to this clueless human,

"Yes but i could only do simple things like this." Malleus gave a half hearted answer for this is a lie, it'll took normal sorcerers years to master that kind of spell but for him it only took him weeks

"and aren't you supposed to be worried about the food you're cooking?" Malleus asked whilst the human shuddered of remembering what they left on their small home

"ah!! again!! dammit where is that key...." while they fumble again on their pockets an idea struck their pretty little head

"Grim... dont you think that's alot of soup to eat?"

"Huh? of course!! after all I'm gonna back for secon-- MMMPH!!" Yuu covered Grims mouth with their palm as they pick up the cat

"w-well if our wizard friend here dont mind... can i invite you over for dinner? just as thank you for fixing our flower pot..." Yuu embarrassedly requested while Grim struggled on their hold to muffle a scream "No he can't" at Yuu, but their hand just wont budge on his mouth

"are you... inviting me? to have dinner in your house?" Malleus asked wide eyed with how bold this human is

"do you not want to?" Yuu fidgety, lowered their head already feeling the rejection of the beautiful stranger

"very well child of man, i accept your invitation" he beamed at Yuu

"child of man, thats... a weird nickname i do have a name though, its Yuu but feel free to call me that and-" the door creaked open as Yuu spoke and Grim broke free of their hold and ran inside the house

"please do come in" Yuu politely welcomed Malleus into their house as they both enter

another a/n note: i do not know what i was doing but i did it :'D (yep this was too long lmao i hope you enjoyed it)

#malleus draconia #malleus x yuu #cottagecore yuu x dark fae malleus au #twst grim #twst #twst fanfic #malleus x reader #twisted wonderland #this fic is so long bye

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years

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cw ;; deku in love w u, cheating (kinda..? u break up w him over the phone like. right before), oral (f!recieving), fem reader,

hey guys i can’t stop thinking about deku who hates the guy you’re seeing so this is coming out of me..

i really just. i bet it’s hard for deku not to like someone. after all - he puts up with bkg even now, as much of a brat as he is. deku was raised with a mother and is a patient man. when he saves people - victims, and they cry and kick and scream, he doesn’t even get upset. it’s hard to push his buttons - calm and collected and a nervous wreck but not angry. never angry. never raises his voice.

even his anger has a patience to it - and you think that’s a feat. you’ve only seen him get really mad before once, in a fight. it’s icy, that kind of seething feeling. its an anger for justice and it’s a quality you admire in him. you wish that you had the emotional intelligence to feel your feelings how he does. you like that about him.

you wouldn’t call deku your best friend. but he’s a good friend, a really good friend. maybe someone you pined after in highschool - maybe even before than. you’ve always admired him but somewhere along the way you two became friends, enough so that it’s weird for you now. you couldn’t possible admit your attraction so with a heavy heart, you keep him at arms legnth. he knows you well but you tell yourself that’s how he is with everyone. it’s deku.

now adults and with lives to live separately - you go into your field of choice and deku becomes a pro. you see him less and less but he makes time for you. again - it’s just something you do. you appreciate that he cares enought about you to do so. and it’s not like you have any idea that his friends only hear from him half the time you do. you don’t think anything of it, and you shake off the thoughts of him that haunt you when you’re awake in the middle of the night

the kind of thoughts that having you sticking a hand in your shorts - saying you’ll sleep right after. you try. and fail. but normally after you’re too tired to dwell. it happens for a while.

maybe you’re just frustrated. that’s so possible. it’s hard for you to get out these days - you’re lonely. you’re sure.

it takes no time at all for you to download tinder in shame. sitting with wine and a your phone - you scroll and scroll and land on somebody named nakamura and he seems so nice. he is nice to you - charming and witty. handsome and a nice build. a good job. stable.

you get to talking an in no time at all you have a date. and a week passes and you go on the date and it’s good - not perfect but not bad. you think to yourself there’s something off about him, arrogant but you look past it. you sleep with him and it’s just okay. and it doesn’t get rid of deku in your dreams, caressing you in your sleep. you have a wet dream.. you didn’t even know you could have those.

but you decide to see it through - for so long you date this man for almost half a year. he’s not perfect but what relationships are, really? he treats you okay though you wish he would pay a bit more attention. he spoils you with lavish gifts and nice dinners but you’d rather just hang out on the weekend and -

you see it through. and he meets your friends and they hate him but you tell them they don’t get it. eventually you get around to deku and you don’t think twice about the encounter until it happens.

just a dinner with a few from your highschool group - uraraka and todoroki and iida. and you can feel it off of deku - you can see that ice that you haven’t seen in so long. he’s being ncie but there’s more to it. it’d be undetectable to anyone who doesn’t know him, like your new boyfriend. but to you it’s obvious.

you don’t say anything to your boyfriend. but you decide to be with deku alone the next day - ask if he’s free. at the end of the day you still care about deku.. you care so much. so you meet up the next day for lunch and he looks.. off. distant. there but not.

“izuku.. what’s up with you?,”

he gives you a painful sigh. he seems sad.. seems frustrated about something. a little strain in his voice.

“you know i always respect you and your choices. i’ll always support you but.. i just don’t think that guys good for you,”

you feel defensive. you are defensive.

“you don’t even know him..’zuku. he’s a nice guy,”

he sighs, attaches your name in a disappointed voice. it makes your heartache.

“i don’t understand it. not at all,”

“you don’t need too,”

you’re about to cut the lunch short, standing up and getting read to leave but deku pulls you back to your seat. he looks at you, strained. upset.

“just. be honest. why? it’s not like you,”

you can’t help but be honest with him. it’s so hard for you to lie so you don’t. you swallow something in your throat

“im.. i was trying to get over someone,”

he looks surprised.

“... who..? did it.. did it work?”

“it doesn’t matter,”

everything stops. and there’s something in his eyes again. the only thing deku is selfish in is you - the only weakness he’s ever felt. and in the moment he can feel it, all those feelings he can’t seem to break free from.

“who,”

“damn it, izuku - it’s you! it’s.. it’s you,”

and that’s how it all happens - why you called your boyfriend in the middle of the afternoon after pulling into a hotel with deku behind you. his hands on your waist, voice in your ear.

“tell him you’re breaking up with him,’ ― a soft whisper in your ear ― “for me.. go on,”

and you don’t have much of a choice when deku’s mouth in your skin. you can barely surpress a moan as he kiss your spine, licks up your neck with something inside of him. he gets you undressed and your phone is tossed and forgotten about. and whatever plans you had for the day disappear too.

instead deku fulfills those nasty little dreams you had. something about his touch makes you confess things you’d never dream. with every word, he moans a little. so into you. you think he gets off on how much you like him - think that’s why his cock twitches when it pushes against your thighs. he begs you tell him all the details. he wants to hear every detail from your mouth.

he makes you. he makes you. with his tongue lapping at your clit and your orgasm in the center of his palms. with your toes curling and your body weak

“tell me where i touched you. i’ll do it. whatever you want. just tell me,”

he does. he touches you everywhere and asks if thats what you wanted. does it feel good? where do you need him? he has the nerve to eat you out until your toes curl and you drool and hold you down, your hips pinned to the bed as he moans into your cunt with a sweetness. calloused palms holding you down.

you’re not surprised that he fucks you within an inch of your life. his dick is so fucking big but you’re so wet it fits right in. and he fucks you - bounces you up and down on his lap. using your pussy like a fleshlight with the sheer force but he’s whispering in your ears.

“you’re so pretty. take it so well. im gonna take care of you. im gonna make you feel so good” over and over on repetition. he’s making a mess out of you, melting into a puddle as you cum over and over. it’s about you and only you. that’s enough to make you feel frenzied. when he’s close - you beg him to cum inside and he groans, burying your neck and finishing inside.

after it’s all said and done, deku cleans you up. kisses you sweetly and tells you how much he likes you. your voice is hoarse but all u do is laugh.

“you really didn’t like him.. couldn’t even wait an hour,”

he blushes a little.

“... can’t say i did,”

#deku x reader #bnha x reader #deku smut #bnha smut #prettyboy.thirsts #cheating cw #THIS IS OS LONG FDKJVGHFSLKDNJ #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO JUSTBE A BRAINDUMP #SORRY

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callmeshakespurr · 3 years

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Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

#suicide squad #rick flag #y/n #rick flag x male reader #male reader

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bonny-kookoo · 3 years

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Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

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scummy-writes · 3 years

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A Helping Hand

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1753

Pairing: Arthur/Mc

Tags: Fingerfucking, Vagina Fingering, Flirting

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Preview:

Admittedly, it took you a moment to take in what he meant, and his chuckle at how quickly you blushed only further flustered you as the heated puffs against the shell of your ear sent a jolt of arousal through you.

“My, someone is thinking dirty thoughts.”

“That’s not- you started it!”

“I don’t mind finishing it,” his tone dipped lower, his hand tracing your side until the pads of his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your skirt, "if you'll let me."

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Cleaning the study usually didn’t bring forth any issues. The residents often left you alone as they preoccupied themselves, neither of you paying much attention to the other. Usually the only one to give you any sort of trouble was the resident flirt, Arthur, who took any chance he could to make heat rise to your cheeks.

You knew it was a game of some sorts- how could it not be? Since the night you arrived, the two of you had been dancing around the flirting teases you were both guilty of. Foolishly, you wanted to defend yourself when it was brought up, making flimsy excuses to yourself that it was just playful banter that Arthur had started. But as the weeks turned into months, it was harder to dismiss the other ways he managed to make you blush. Or the way you found yourself jealous of the women he played with so often, or the way managing to make him smile outside of flirting made your stomach flutter…

But today, as Arthur toyed with your hair and almost closed the space between your bodies, you couldn’t dismiss the fluttering feeling as your heartbeat drummed in your ears.

“Arthur…”

“Are you using a new perfume? Why, it smells just like the one I suggested to you the other day.”

You blushed, feeling the back of the couch press against you as you attempted to step back, “i-is it? I didn’t realize…”

“Come now, you don’t have to pretend, you know? In fact, I’d be pleased to know you bought it because of me- my only complaint is that I wished you’d let me buy it.”

“I don’t need any pointless gifts, though.”

“Would a thank you gift for all your hard work be pointless?” Arthur let your hair drop from his nimble fingers, instead tipping your chin up to meet his gaze. An attempt to make you answer, or fluster you further… You weren’t sure which was the real reason.

“Well, at the time you didn’t say it was for a reason like that!”

“I’m aware. In fact I remember it quite clearly. You looked positively radiant that day and I saw it fit to-”

Embarrassed, you pulled his hand away so you could look away from that smug grin of his; but he wasn’t deterred, instead he continued, “I saw it fit to attempt spoiling our lovely housekeeper on her first day out of the dusty old mansion for the first time in weeks.”

“I go out more than that,” you huffed.

“Grocery shopping and chasing after us for forgetting a brolly doesn’t count, luv.”

You crossed your arms, thankful it gave a bit of space between the two of you, as the smell of his cologne was beginning to make you lose your reason.

“Still…”

“You are so delightfully stubborn,” he murmured before perking up again, “there’s always other ways I could show my appreciation though- ways that don’t involve money.”

“My, someone is thinking dirty thoughts.”

“That’s not- you started it!”

“I don’t mind finishing it,” his tone dipped lower, his hand tracing your side until the pads of his fingers rubbed against the fabric of your skirt, "if you'll let me."

Suppressing any further noise was difficult, as a quiet and aroused gasp tumbled out of your lips before you rushed to cover your mouth. Because it wasn't as if you didn't want to feel Arthur like this, it was just the embarrassment of being so needy with such a flirt felt as though it'd eat you alive before any vampire could. But Arthur caught the slip of pleasure, testing a brief kiss to your cheek.

"Mm, I do so love those sounds of yours," his hand rucked up your skirt, fingers dancing along your inner thigh, "say, let's draw out more, shall we?"

Arthur had you pinned to the back of the couch, but he still didn't push further once you cautiously grasped at his clothes- one hand still grazed your sensitive skin, while the other rested on the couch. The pause let you gather your thoughts, let you think a bit more clearly, yet the first words out of your mouth quickly gave yourself the answer you sought.

"W-what if someone else comes in?"

Arthur didn't miss a beat, pulling back to give you a smirk, "I do spend a fair amount of time in here, dove, I'm certain no one will stumble upon us-"

"B-but-"

"But if they do, you can blame me for anything that comes from it. Besides, I don’t intend to go too far."

You blushed, grip on his vest tightening.

"Then… what do you intend?"

That drew out another low laugh, his head ducking to press slow kisses along your jawline, "to let my favorite bird have a moment to relax, after all your hard work about the place."

"Th-thats it?"

"I'm always willing to provide more if you'd like?"

Mouth opening and closing for a moment, you finally spoke once your thoughts returned, "T-this is fine, f-for now."

Arthur waggled his eyebrows, "for now?"

You turned your head aside, embarrassment overtaking you. But he gently kissed your cheek, sliding the hand between your thighs up.

"I'm just teasing, luv. Now, let yourself relax, and tell me if you want me to stop."

"A-alright…"

With your permission shakily given, your shame ebbed away as he began to trail kisses along your neck, as if each brush of his lips against your skin was a reassurance. At the same time, Arthur stroked your slit through your underwear, letting out a small groan when he found the fabric damp. Your hands instinctively tugged him closer by his vest, resisting the urge to clamp your knees shut. This time he didn't tease you with that silver tongue of his, but you could feel his smile on each kiss.

You weren't sure what exactly he was getting out of this, but you tried to dispel those thoughts. Instead your face buried against his shoulder as his fingers dipped into your panties, quickly sliding over your clit and giving a few gentle swirls.

"My~, look at how wet you are…"

"H-hush…" The scold came out weakly, a groan shuddering out when his fingers began to stroke your sensitive nub in earnest.

He didn’t seem deterred by your retort, instead shifting to tease your entrance briefly before slipping his fingers inside. Eyes fluttering shut, you let this pleasure slowly build up in your abdomen, mentally thanking whatever Gods were out there for giving you the courage to accept Arthur’s offer.

“That’s it… Just like that,” his knee slotted between yours, a shiver running through him when your thigh brushed against his crotch. Momentarily, you could feel just how much this was working him up, but Arthur pushed your focus elsewhere again, nipping at your ear as he continued, “let me hear all of those little gasps, hm?”

The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit as he pumped his middle and ring fingers inside, focusing on the right spot that made you tremble and tighten your grip on his clothes. And thankfully, much of Arthur’s teases didn’t go too far. He just murmured soft praises and encouragements, many of which drowned themselves out as you kept trying to keep ahold of yourself for as long as possible.

It was… Embarrassing, to a certain extent- to get this close to the edge so quickly. But really, how long had it been for you since someone else had pleasured you?

Somewhere along the process you managed to nuzzle into his neck; hiding both your blush and muffling the few louder cries that spilled out as he thrusted harder. In this unplanned position, it was easy to feel the rumble of his chuckle through his chest. You just wished it didn’t send another wave of excitement through you.

“A-Arthur-!” You twisted your fingers in the fabric of his clothes, your body betraying you and rocking against his hand impatiently. In response, he carefully forced you to look up at him, and in the deep blue of his eyes you could see how easily your face betrayed your emotions. His lips quirked into a small smile, then he ran his thumb over your chin.

“I know a much better way of doing that,” Arthur spoke softly against your lips before taking them in his own, luxuriating on your taste once your tongues met. He kept the kisses slow in contrast to how hard his fingers were working your sweet spots, and you felt your legs tremble against your will as the wash of your orgasm overcame your senses.

Arthur quickly used his free hand to keep your head in place, greedily stealing any kisses he could as you gasped between them, still pumping inside of you until your eyes watered. It wasn’t until you blinked a few tears that he finally slowed his hand, kissing the stray salty droplets away. When you struggled as he stepped back to pull his hand out from under your skirts, he eased you to rest fully against him as you caught your breath.

There was some shuffling as Arthur brought out his handkerchief to wipe his hand clean, pouting a little when you denied his offer to help tidy you up, but otherwise he let you linger as much as you wanted. He combed his fingers through your hair as he waited, breaking the silence only after it was clear you were calm.

“While I’m confident not many come into the study, I’m sure if Sebas starts to notice your absence, he might start to search…”

Ah.. Feeling a little dejected, you pulled away. Catching sight of Arthur’s sympathetic gaze earned you a quick peck to the cheek.

“I did rather enjoy myself,” he admitted, helping you resituate your clothes, “I hope you did as well, dove.”

You smiled, indeed feeling a bit bolder knowing that his flirting wasn’t for nothing, “I did… And perhaps it’s giving me a few ideas for a return ‘thank you’ gift as well…”

"Then next time I wouldn't mind slipping under there myself," he gave your skirts a gentle tug, grinning when your cheeks bloomed red and you swatted his shoulder, "have a care, luv! Only if you'd let me!"

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Arthur may say this is just for her, but I think we all know he's going to remember this fondly on lonely nights.

This has been in my drafts for some time now... I finally sat down today and just powered through and finished it... Second old draft I've done within a month! I hope I can keep this streak going... Thank you all for always being so patient with me qq

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soupbabe · 3 years

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Part 4 Characters Reacting to You Saying That You Can Hold The World in Your Hands and Then Holding Their Face

One lengthy ass title, but I've seen this concept from multiple blogs and that shit is so cute?? I live for cheesy fluff so much

~ Josuke Higashikata~

You were hanging out in Josuke's living room, watching him play videogames

It was fun for a while, but 10 min in you got bored and decided to mess with your boyfriend, who blushes easily

"Hey Josuke, I wanna show you something! " You quickly scooted yourself in front of him, not really caring about the game over screen going off in the background

"Hey! C'mon, what's so important that you couldn't wait?" You looked at him with a mischievous smile, "I can hold the world in my hands! " You proceeded to squish his face between your palms and you could see his face turn a light shade of pink and a dorky smile spread across

I don't care if this sounds out of character, dude is the type of guy to say "Aw shucks" unironically. That's exactly how he responds

Did you tease him about his response? Absolutely. Did he get you to stop laughing at him by kissing the tip of your nose? Of course

~Okuyasu Nijimura~

You both were walking around after a date at Tonio's and were goofing off

"Hey Oku, did you know I can fit the entire world in my hands?" "Sorry to break it to you Y/N, but I don't think that's possible. " Queue the plopping your hands gently on Okuyasu's face. "No, look, you're wrong!"

It took him like 5 whole minutes of him trying to understand until he actually got it.

"Huh? Oh,,,OH AWEE BABY THATS SO SWEET" Okuyasu brought you in a bone crushing hug, crying about how that's the cutest thing someone ever told him

He brought his hands up to your face and scattered kisses all over to show extra appreciation

~ Rohan Kishibe ~

Rohan isn't a man to get easily flustered so lately you've been trying to get him off guard and hope for a blush, maybe stutter if you're lucky

It was one of those rare occasions where you were able to get Rohan to take a break from his work and just have him relax with you while you're watching TV

Maybe while in this peaceful atmosphere you could catch him off guard and get him to blush

Quickly you turned towards the artist and held his face in your hands and with a giddy smile you say "I can't believe it, I can fit the entire world in my hands!"

He just kinda deadpanned and with a smushed face "Darling what are you doing? That sounds so cheesy too"

Mission failed. We'll get em next time

In the middle of pouting over your failed attempt, you missed the silent laugh that Rohan made at your statement

~Jotaro Kujo~

Please don't do this I feel like you'd end up causing an accidental ptsd flashback once you say "the world."

~Yoshikage Kira~

Everyday he managed to fit in you and him time before he gets dressed for work and that's usually just you two cuddling and good morning kisses

You were someone who filled up the housewife/househusband role in the relationship, so you savored these moments knowing you wouldn't be able to see him that much throughout the day

"Sweetheart, want to know something fascinating? I can fit the entire world in my hands." It was then you gently cupped his face and gazed into his eyes lovingly. "See?"

Yoshikage gave a small chuckle and held onto your soft hands, soaking up the attention your hands gave him

It wasn't until you tried to move your hands, Yoshikage gripped onto them. Not too harsh, but just enough to keep them there

"No no, keep them there. Let's just stay like this."

~ Yukako Yamagishi ~

You both are a pda couple, typically the cheesy romantic lines and gestures came from Yukako though

But pulling stuff like this wasn't uncommon and you usually said things like that when she gets upset by something

She could be fuming and all you have to do is not even say anything, just gently hold her like you're in a romantic novel and she's already better

"Awe sweetheart, you're my entire world too! I love you so much!"

Neat. Now you're the one being doted on and being squeezed by your surprisingly strong girlfriend

If anyone laughed at or looked at your failed attempt at being the romantic one in the relationship weirdly, she will threaten them and force them to encourage you to do more like that for her :)

~ Toshikazu Hazamada ~

Shh lowkey based off of a headcanon that Hazamada does enjoy drawing a lot and one of his inspirations was Rohan (before Rohan's episode tho)

You were at Hazamada's house, hanging out in his room while he sits at his desk drawing something in his sketchbook

While he was busy, you were giving some affection to his stand, using Surface as a temporary cuddle buddy and using it to give it's user some attention while he's stressing over each hand he draws

Don't get me wrong, you love Toshikazu, but it was getting annoying how often he seemed to neglect giving you proper attention and leaving his stand to do the work for him

"Hey Kazu, look I can hold the world in my hands!" You held the wooden stand close to you and giving it a lil cheek kiss, knowing it was a pet peeve of his when you give too much of your time to his stand rather than himself

Hazamada really went 👁️👄👁️ when the dummy even made a laughing motion at him "B-but why not me!? Am I not your world!?"

"Huh? Oh yea, don't worry honey. I still love you, but right now Surface gets the special boyfriend privileges since it pays attention to me."

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure diamond is unbreakable #jjba part 4 #diamond is unbreakable #josuke higashikata #josuke higashikata x reader #okuyasu nijimjra #okuyasu nijimura x reader #rohan kishibe #rohan kishibe x reader #kira yoshikage x reader #Yoshikage Kira #yukako yamagishi #yukako Yamagishi x reader #toshikazu hazamada x reader #toshikazu hazamada #jjba x reader

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catboyroycebracket · 3 years

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i wouldnt quite say royce plays god? hes just the (first and only ?) person who investigated and worked towards demystifying the citys internal process (lowercase p) .. he wanted to make it so the Process (algorithm-following creatures) was Known and "took credit for its work" .. the camerata as a unit is more guilty of playing god than he is individually??

rather than accepting the city as all-knowing and functioning perfectly like the majority of citizens do, he wanted to challenge those notions and reshape it.. the citizens almost worship the city; we see this in she shines and within the general insistance on personifying it.. like its not completely unheard of to use gendered pronouns for a town but cloudbank is insistantly called Her. the song speaks of her like shes a benevolent and caring all-seeing divine entity.. royce only ever refers to her as "it" :

This town, it changes shape, all the time, right?

as someone who loves the town as a physical construction rather than a home to the people, royces non personification of it and lack of worship-y stance on how she functions would make sense.. so id say royce is a step closer to a theomachist rather than someone whos outright playing god 🤔 he was simply obsessed with studying the transistor and the process, not taking control of everything? he does end up desiring to be the only person in a ruined city with full control over everything but thats.. after everything that happens.. he didnt ever strive for anything like that as a goal before the city got wiped? he didnt want everyone to die so he could reign.. or reign at all? he doesnt seem to want even his name known, should cloudbank cease changing, he just wanted appreciation for his work in the form of permanance.. bracket towers, which is likely the most rigid and long-standing building in the entire city, is mentioned as having been given a seasonal remodel.. i find it likely that royce wanted to finally let himself appreciate his own work; he seems to pour his entire being into the things hes involved in, yet under cloudbanks system of continual replacement he didnt allow himself to become attached to the products of what he had chosen as his lifes purpose: engineering..

its actually grant who decided he knows better than everyone else and should be fully in charge.. but even then he didnt impose himself as the leader of the camerata that calls all the shots, hes more like their organizer, or the glue thats keeping them together.. his intention is definitely grand and absurd but it comes from a place of personal and individual longing for control of an unmanned ship rather than a desire to grab absolute power and oppress others.. he decides he could control things better (though not alone) and thats. probably true. he knows the most about the city and is part of its internal workings. youre not playing god if youre indeed the most qualified to fill such a position; you Are playing god when you take that position by force and cannot deal with the consequences that follow..

#i had like 2 sentences bouncing in my head abt royce being a couple steps towards being a theomachist and wound up with many paragraphs.#hi there.#grants refusal to go to the country is fascinating too like.. was he concerned with what his legacy would be? do people have legacies #in cloudbank..#mytext

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zettaiunmeis · 4 years

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HI THANKS TO @raventrigonsdaughter LETTING ME KNOW THAT OG GAME CARMEN AND JULIA USED TO BE PARTNERS BEFORE CARMEN WENT ROGUE, LET ME PROPOSE: VILE!JULIA.

details under the cut because this got Long

jules is part of the either the same class the ~infamous~ black sheep

and they don’t? really like each other? like julia is still kinda Serious and she doesnt really appreciate the vile squad goofing around and tossing water balloons or whatever and black sheep finds julia a little too uptight even if she’s interested in a lot of the same things (history, etc.)

black sheep’s speciality is Being SLick, as we know, but julia’s is patterns (and also historical artifacts)

ok but the important part of this is that bc julia’s is patterns, she ends up being like a scout or smth along those lines bc she can analyse patterns and report back to help plan the caper

and that basically means that when she graduates, she ends up in far more long cons than any of the others

anyway, after black sheep gets in trouble for the water balloon thing, the faculty decide she’s far too mischievous, and so, they assign her a partner — julia

(side note: its kind of the same thing that ends up happening to jean-luc and antonio a bit later on, but thats more because they work well together, and less bc either one of them needed a grounding influence)

anyway black sheep and jules again. do not like each other. but that doesnt mean they dont work well together — julia’s got an eye for patterns, and black sheep has every thieving trick in the book ready and waiting up her sleeves (alongside an instinct for thievery)

slowly, as they are forced to work together more and more, they kind of reach a less tense partnership and then one day black sheep makes a history joke and thats how they become friends

like julia is still very pointedly Not friends with the rest of the vile squad bc they’re still very reckless and immature, etc

but shes sort of seen black sheep when she’s been more grounded and less hyper/feral and she?? kind of doesnt mind??

bc grounded black sheep isnt constantly trying to prove that she’s The Best and grounded black sheep isnt trying to prove that she’s more than just the teacher’s pet — she’s kind of just having fun with julia and julia’s been so serious about her training that she hasnt really made any other friends and…. its nice

its nice to have black sheep loudly slip into the seat next to her and and tease julia about whatever recent historical discovery she’s researching and pull her out of her own head once in a while

and its nice to have black sheep glance over in the middle of class when sheena — sorry tigress — whines about something or the other and roll her eyes in the same way julia feels like doing, even if something strange sticks in her throat when carmen does the same with gray

she can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but at some point, she starts thinking of black sheep as her friend and it’s an exciting enough thought that she’s got a little smile on her face next time black sheep slips into the seat next to her in professor maelstrom’s class

and at some point julia stops being just julia to black sheep, and starts being jules because we’re in a school for thieves, but we’ve already got plenty of ~jules~ right here and thats sincerely the worst joke i’ve ever heard and oh really ~jules~? bet i could find an even worse one

and like all the usual stuff is still happening in the background — shadowsan-black sheep rivalry, gray and the Squad being black sheep’s friends, the phone and player, etc.

its just that now, black sheep has a bit of a calming influence and that does help!

and they work well enough that most people assume that julia and black sheep will be partners after graduation

even crackle acknowledges it — despite the jealousy he feels at the knowledge

so things continue and all this happens, but then comes finals.

things go the same. black sheep gets perfect scores in all of her exams, except stealth 101

julia — now the historian — can’t help but check for whether black sheep graduated too and just as she does, she hears crackle say it: she didn’t pass

and she wants to go to black sheep and ask if she’s okay because everyone knows how much black sheep’s wanted this, how much she’s been working for it, but by the time gray’s been dragged off by tigress, black sheep has disappeared and julia has no idea where she’s gone

so she waits for a bit in the cafeteria and in the dorms and anywhere else she thinks that black sheep would be and she sees… nothing

and about twelve hours after the results, the faculty pulls her for her first mission (for context, this is before the whole,,, hear the true name of vile thing) which is basically being a plant for the morocco mission, by pretending to be an archaeology phd student from oxford who’s come to study the findings in the excavation

and she’s busy enough with that that she barely gets to think about black sheep or graduation or anything other than the near-overwhelming anxiety that comes with the horrifying ordeal of potentially being Known but she just manages to figure out like,,, guard rotations, as well as the exact objects that are at the site for the vile squad to steal

and then she’s out before they even get there — julia’s pattern recognition and historical knowledge made her pretty useful when it comes to planning capers so it meant that she’s always travelling around the world ahead of each caper, but would also make her a pretty invaluable asset to vile, so they can’t afford to get her caught

julia doesnt hear about black sheep nearly messing up morocco until much later, and even then, she doesn’t have all the info

all she can do is wonder why the hell the faculty would fail someone who somehow managed to sneak out of vile island without anyone realising until much later

and yes, maybe a part of her misses her old partner, but she knows that it wouldn’t matter anyway — she was the mole, and she’d barely get to work directly with carmen so.

but then cut to a year later, when a vile counterfeit operation in boston is suddenly sabotaged

cut to the moment when, julia, despite not having seen her in a year, is still able to somehow recognise black sheep’s work

its Slick. its the Slickness that tips her off, and part of her is reluctant to tell the faculty who it is, but her allegiance demands it and she tells the faculty and she hates herself for it when she sees the murderous rage on each of their faces

and somehow, that — her ability to recognise this carmen sandiego — gets her in a new position, as a mole in interpol, passing on the information they get as they try to track the scarlet super thief as well

and then one day, in poitiers, julia sees her

its black sheep. it’s undeniably black sheep under that red trench coat and julia wants to go and talk to her capture her and bring her in to vile but her new partner ~chase devineaux~ is everything that once made her turn away from her interest in law enforcement and he orders her to call for backup while he tries to stroke his own ego

she does, of course, but maybe she delays it a bit, if only because she’d rather let carmen sandiego get away than have devineaux’s ego get any bigger

and the rest of the season goes much the same except after julia ends up in acme, she reports to vile about everything that’s going on, and they no longer suspect devineaux of helping carmen etc etc

and she can’t help but somewhat sympathise with what carmen’s doing — she’s returning invaluable historical artefacts and julia’s always loved history and- it’s just… altruistic. and that’s admirable. and that’s the only reason i feel so torn about helping vile. that’s it, that’s the only reason.

and then comes the chasing paper caper

what was originally the first real conversation between julia and carmen goes completely differently

(note that most vile operative outside of jules’ graduating class do not know of her existence bc she barely interacts with most of them since she’s more a spy/mole who’s out of the picture by the time anyone else gets on the scene)

carmen still needs to be able to spy on paper star without anyone noticing, so she still goes for the seat right in front of the cute short-haired girl sitting alo- and oh my god jules?

and its the first time julia has heard that nickname in over a year and oh God they were just friends this should Not hit this hard what the Heck

and carmen still sits down and just quietly grills her as to what the hell is going on bc she Knows that jules is a always a mole and never an active part of a caper and she doesn’t?? understand??

and jules is kind of in a daze, but she’s been Trained so she feeds carmen her cover story:

she defected from vile when she saw how they were treating historical artefacts — melting down gold, selling priceless works of art to the highest bidder, etc. etc. — and that since then she’s been silently helping interpol with taking down vile ops, etc.

and it takes a bit but carmen kind of starts to believe it — she knows julia loves history with all her heart, and she’s… well, she’s never been the kind of recruit that carmen’s expected to see in vile anyway, so. it’s not out of the realm of possibility, is it, for julia to be a defector working against vile? after all, isn’t she the same?

so she starts looking around, while waiting for paper star to make a move, and she ends up noticing the briefcase in the seat next to her, and for some reason, those initials — clearly chase devineaux — make her want to scowl

“new partner?” “oh… its… well, work. work... partner” “oh.”

uhhh anyway i might actually. write this? idk don’t count on anything lmaooo.

#carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego (show)#carmen sandiego (character)#julia argent #carulia #carjules #julethief #my au #this took SO long to write out but it was so Worth it

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fuwahiko · 3 years

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...imagine a Non-Despair or Pre-Despair Kuzuhina scenario where Hajime gets into a huge fight with his parents (most likely about Hope's Peak in some way) and after a few days to a week of shutting out his friends and boyfriend in class 77, he finally goes to them for comfort and just breaks down from stress and bottled up emotions.

(No I'm not projecting onto Hajime what are you talking about thats cRAZY-)

Hurt/Comfort is my specialty what can i say.

uh oh time for hajime to suffer again

so.

hajime's parents are those like, really shitty parents that see their kids as someone to live vicariously through rather than valuing them as people. they hold him to high standards that get more ridiculous as he gets older.

his and his parents' goals happened to align well when it came to hope's peak; hajime always admired the school and his parents insisted he go to a good school so that he could get the best education he possibly could - because they wouldn't be satisfied with any less than that.

they were content for a while and happy to pay hajime's tuition fees, but his parents' contentment was only ever temporary. one day they called hajime to the living room for a 'talk'. they'd decided they weren't happy enough with hajime just keeping up with the rest of the class, oh no, he had to be the top of the class. hajime kept up with school work just fine and did pretty well of the tests too, about average in his class, nothing to brag about but certainly nothing to be ashamed of or anything - but for his parents average wasn't going to cut it anymore.

so they told hajime he would have to be in the top five highest scorers on his upcoming test or they would stop paying his tuition fees.

of course, this was incredibly upsetting to hajime; he'd always dreamed of going to hope's peak, and now he finally was, and on top of that he had made some amazing friends there and had even met fuyuhiko. the thought of not being able to see them anymore, or at least seeing them way less than he saw them now, was honestly terrifying to him.

and not to mention, what his parents were threatening didn't even make any sense; what good would it do to stop him from going to hope's peak anyway? wouldn't that just go against what they wanted?

he argued with them further and they said if that did happen they would think of something else to have hajime do, suggesting the idea of sending him to some strict teacher that would teach him one on one - someone that would be ruthless and do whatever it takes to make hajime "get his act together", as they put it. that thought was also terrifying.

hajime was already trying hard as it was though. he'd managed to form a healthier relationship with studying at last and he was doing better in the subjects he struggled with most. he was really proud of how far he'd come and how much he'd grown since coming to hope's peak... but whatever he did or whatever he said his parents would never see it the same way.

very quickly his studying grew more intense now, he was studying for much longer and he had less time for the things he enjoyed - less time to relax. but what choice did he have? there was no changing his parents' minds, so all he could do was push and push to get a high score, even if it completely burned him out.

that's how hajime spent his days for a while. he didn't have time to hang out with anyone because he needed to focus on studying. usually he talked with fuyuhiko and the others a lot; they'd text each other often and usually met up at lunch and after school ended, but hajime didn't want to be distracted, and if he had spare time he could be studying. it seemed to be working for maybe a couple of days, but hajime knew deep down he was only going to get burned out... but he pretended like he wouldn't - he told himself he'd make it work somehow.

he couldn't make it work.

so, inevitably, hajime felt that familiar feeling of anxiety and stress building up and consuming him; he was exhausted and his mind was fuzzy - the words on pages in front of him blurring together and making no sense anymore, his eyes just drifting across them without picking up any meaningful information from them. he was tired and drained but his body was buzzing with panic and urgency.

he didn't know what to do, and when hajime didn't know what to do he went to his friends.

it was the late evening now and class had finished hours ago, but he left a message in his group chat with class 77 saying he needed someone to talk to and that he'd be waiting at a park just by the school - somewhere they often hung out.

hajime sat on a bench at the park. the cool fresh air outside usually helped to calm his nerves but was having no effect on him today.

it wasn't long before he heard footsteps approaching him at a fast pace. hajime lifted his head and saw fuyuhiko, ibuki, sonia, nagito, sagishi and mahiru all rushing to him, with chiaki a little ways behind but trying her best to keep up.

they all seemed really worried, even more so because hajime had been so quiet recently. it turned out they had all been wondering what was up with him and discussing how to deal with the situation; they'd decided to give hajime space for a start in case he needed it, but they'd agreed to drop whatever they were doing if he needed them there. they didn't want to overwhelm him though, so only some of them went to meet with him, just in case the whole class would be a bit too much.

this was so much more than hajime had expected though, he never would've guessed half the class would come to him on such short notice like this. they must've been really worried.

mahiru, prepared and sensible as always, pulled a large blanket out of her bag and set it down on the ground opposite the bench as hajime watched with a confused but curious expression. then, one by one, hajime's friends sat down on the blanket, fuyuhiko and sagishi sitting on either side of hajime on the bench, with fuyuhiko gently holding hajime's hand.

fuyuhiko asked hajime to take a deep breath and then asked if he could tell them what was wrong, and hajime began explaining from the beginning the best he could. the more he talked though, the more he got worked up, and as he talked about how scared he was to have to leave all of them he found himself stumbling over his words and breathing rapidly, tears building up and then quickly running down his face, his body shaking.

"hey, hey, hajime. it's okay." fuyuhiko comforted him, running his hand up and down hajime's back to calm him. "there's no way we'd ever let that happen. if they want to stop you going to hope's peak they're gonna have to get through us first."

hajime was calming down a little just from hearing that, but by this point his tears wouldn't stop; it was like all the stress and the pain and the worry was being flushed out all in one go, and all he could do was continue sobbing until it was all out. fuyuhiko slowly pulled him in closer and hajime wrapped his arms around him, crying onto his shoulder. fuyuhiko could feel hajime shaking as he held him back, but after a couple minutes he was becoming more and more still.

"if it comes down to it..." sonia spoke up as hajime relaxed and separated from fuyuhiko a little, returning to holding his hand as he shed his final tears - "...if they will not pay for your tuition then those of us who have the means certainly will. we shall do our upmost to ensure you will be able to continue studying here, as you have every right to do so. isn't that right, fuyuhiko?"

fuyuhiko gave hajime a reassuring smile. "of course. I reckon with a yakuza and a princess and with nagito's lottery money you'd have enough to pay for a hundred hajimes to go to hope's peak" he laughed.

"ibuki will hold a concert! a big concert, better than any concert the world has ever seen! all the money from the tickets sold can go to helping hajime!" ibuki grinned as she leaned forward and used both her hands to hold onto hajime's free hand, shaking it up and down a few times before settling down again. "really." she spoke much more softly now, almost sounding like a different person entirely, "we won't let them stop you from being where you're meant to be." ibuki let go of hajime's hand and sat down again.

nagito was the next to speak: "and if they take you away and force you to study with a private tutor or anything else you don't want, then we'll find where you are and steal you away again." "we'll do it over and over if we have to." mahiru added. "that's right! you know how stubborn we all are, there's no way we'd allow that to happen, not without a fight!" sonia chimed in, one fist in the air and a determined look spread across her face. "what can they do to stop us, anyway? they're just two people. they're older than us, sure, but together we're capable of so much more, as long as we work as a team." sagishi said as they placed a hand on hajime's shoulder for a moment.

hajime had some really amazing friends.

"are you feeling better now?" chiaki asked in a soft voice.

hajime relaxed his shoulders and sat up. "yeah. I'm feeling a lot better now. I... I really appreciate you guys being there for me like this. I didn't expect you all to rush over, and you've all been so... so sweet. I don't know what I did to deserve friends like you."

"dumbass. we're your friends because you're the same. we know you'd do the same for us if we were in trouble, don't sell yourself short." fuyuhiko furrowed his brows and poked hajime's cheek. hajime smiled at him and fuyuhiko smiled back before turning to face the others again.

after another few minutes everyone began heading back - fuyuhiko walking hajime home and insisting on holding his hand the whole way.

hajime didn't want to burden his friends, but knowing they'd be there for him if anything did go wrong made him feel incredibly relieved. he could tell that even if he told them not to help out, they still would. maybe that meant he wasn't such a burden after all.

knowing they cared so much for him, knowing that they valued him as a friend as much as he valued them, made hajime feel invincible.

he'd probably never be good enough for his parents, but to his friends he was someone who couldn't be replaced.

#kuzuhina #group #hinata hajime #ask #aaaa thank you so much for the ask!!#it's been a while since I've written for one of these lil prompts #it's a nice lil break from working on my kuzuhina fic #take a break from kuzuhina to write more kuzuhina #yeah that makes sense lol

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