#she should be allowed to steal whatever whenever she wants

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Party Pooper || Misa Rodríguez x Reader

Summary: Misa gets jealous when you test her patience during a night out with your teammates.

Warnings: This fic contains smut (minors do not interact), anal fingering, cunnilingus, mentions of double penetration, praise, degradation, light bondage, consensual non-consensual sex (if you squint at the very last line in the fic), fuck buddies with not-angsty feelings, mentions of strap-on use

Word Count -- 6.6k words

The room around you was filled with boisterous laughter, loud Spanish music, and the sound of some dish shattering in the distance. Bodies milled about the room that your team had seemingly taken over, some of which you recognized and others that you didn’t. 

Some people were dancing to whatever strong, musical beat was blasting through the club, grinding and slipping against both friends and strangers. Others, however, were sitting on benches or stools, talking and drinking. While there were many strangers in the building, you were also surrounded by your friends and football teammates from Real Madrid, celebrating a win in Liga A. 

You were exhausted after playing a full ninety minutes of football– your legs ached, as did your stomach and arms. Each part of your body, honestly. Still, the smile etched on your face stayed consistent, even as the rest of your body shook and threatened to give out. 

For fucks’ sake you really wanted a nap.

The longer that you sat down, the more your body refused to move, essentially aching out in protest each time you shifted your weight or stood up. However, you were determined to not be the first to leave what you now realized was a party, not a “little team movie night” as one of your teammates had said when trying to urge you to join them. 

You had been dubbed one of the “lamest people on the team”, known for the way in which you silently, and quickly, left the scene whenever your social battery ran out. It was a joke for your teammates, and you, especially because you knew the reason for why you seemed to leave so early. 

The reason herself was currently sitting across from you at the round table, her arms crossed behind her head. Given her position, it was easy for her to give you glances or smiles without making your teammates suspicious of the number of times you were looking at each other (which was a lot). 

The more alcohol you consumed, the more you really wanted to perform your aforementioned disappearing act and steal Misa away from the party. 

The top that Misa had chosen allowed for a bit of her tanned, toned abdomen to show as she leaned back against her seat. Her lids were hooded, and her eyes were dark, and the smirk which was present on her face simply made you want to pull her in and kiss her until all she could do was kiss back and keep up.

An elbow to your side had your head jerking slightly, completely disrupted from your thoughts. Raso sat next to you, her eyes narrowed at you as her smile widened a little bit. She looked from you to Misa, and you were quick to take her attention away from whatever she was trying to figure out.

“Wah-?” You asked, the singular word only a little slow to exit your mouth. You realized then that you should probably stop drinking if you wanted to have your way with Misa that night. You weren’t in a relationship, but your long history of being fuck buddies with the Spanish goalkeeper meant that you knew that she refused to have sex when she, or her partner, was inebriated beyond the point of giving conscious consent. 

“We are playing ‘never have I ever’, will you pay attention?” This voice came from your other side, where Linda Caicedo sat. The Colombian international had had a little too much to drink, and her usual chill demeanor was breaking away to one which was a lot more giggly and sarcastic. You playfully rolled your eyes at the girl, nudging her back with your elbow before leaning forward so that you could hear whatever question was being asked. 

Give it to your teammates to play something as childish as “never have I ever”. The girls had been trying to get any semblance of gossip out of you since you’d joined. You were, as they had oh-so-kindly put it, rather boring, much to everyone’s disappointment. However, while you were supposedly short on any type of drama, you knew that many of your other teammates were full to the brim with secrets and mysteries. What your teammates didn’t know, of course, was that the very bit of drama they were looking for was sitting across from each other at that very table, making awkward eye contact as more and more questions were asked. 

The questions started out relatively simple– never have I ever gotten lost on the way to a match, never have I ever eaten calamari, never have I ever climbed a mountain. Then, the questions began to grow more targeted and, with that, more “juicy”. As always, you felt yourself being sucked into the anticipatory atmosphere of the rather childish game, just as you had when you’d been in middle school, and high school. 

Never have I ever scored an own goal– this one got quite a few people on the team, many of whom were not happy to be reminded of those particular moments in their careers. 

Never have I ever scored a hat-trick– this one was meant to target the defenders and the goalkeepers whom were around the table. Now, you could see the competitive fire start in your teammates eyes as they had to put a finger down. 

Never have I ever slept with a teammate. ‘

The question came from your side, from the very Australian who had been surveying the tension between you and Misa all those minutes ago. You felt yourself freeze, your eyes involuntarily rising to look at Misa, before you quickly forced yourself to lean back and act nonchalant about the question. 

However, you felt your abdominal muscles tense as you did so. Unfortunately, in your panic, you’d forgotten that your seat did not have anything at your back. The only thing which prevented you from taking an unfortunate fall to the ground was Linda’s arm going around your back and your own arms grasping onto the table, whose surface had become sticky from alcohol. 

A few people laughed at your expense, and you saw Misa laugh as well, which sent what could only be described as liquid fire through your stomach. It was a feeling akin to one you’d felt during training, when someone made a tackle on you just before you were sure to score. As always, you rose to the challenge, to the feeling which you felt so strongly in your core– or, perhaps that was arousal. Both, it was probably both. 

“Sorry– what was the question?” You asked, trying to distract the rest of the table from your near-tumble. As you sat back up, Linda’s arm remained around your back. You weren’t blind to the way that Misa’s eyes remained caught on contact between you and one of your best friends. In fact, her gaze was burning in its intensity– so much so that if looks could kill, Linda would have been 7 feet under (and counting). You tried hard to hide your smirk, thoroughly entertained by the entire ordeal. 

Something which you had learned from sleeping with Misa was that she was jealous– some would even go so far as to call her possessive. You weren’t dating, but she would leave small bruises, hickies, and scratches on you which claimed you as hers. You weren’t dating, but she would become cranky when you flirted with other girls in front of her. The two of you weren’t dating, but when you’d mentioned that you’d once slept with Linda, just before the World Cup and just after she’d scored her first goal for Real Madrid, the girl had become insanely jealous. In fact, the night after you had informed Misa of your one night stand with your best friend, the girl had drawn such whimpers from you

You, on the other hand, weren’t nearly as jealous as the goalkeeper. The girl could flirt with anybody that she wanted, but you knew that it would be your name she would moan just a few hours later, not theirs. You were well aware that she was thinking of you when she was flirting, and how she was only doing it to get you jealous, and that fact alone entertained you more than anything else. 

The girl had discovered certain weaknesses of yours, however. She was aware that a fleeting touch from her hand against your arm, or the feeling of her outer thigh pressed against your own could send your mind jetpacking straight into the clouds. 

You found it hard to focus when she was touching you, especially when she knew what she was doing to you. Misa enjoyed turning your mind to mush with simple touches and words, loved to watch how you tried to focus on whatever was going on around you and how you miserably failed. 

You did, however, relish in the consequences of riling up Misa. You adored the way that Misa was tender with you, the way that she would kiss you like you were her world, her touches gentle and meaningful. You loved the way that Misa could be passionate with you, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you as she yearned to hear each and every moan which tumbled from your mouth, wanted to see the way that your head fell back and your breaths grew whiny as you came. 

You hadn’t riled up Misa in a while, and a part of you was yearning that from her tonight– the marks, the possessiveness which the goalkeeper was known for, the passion. You wanted it all, and Misa’s smirk had become the straw which broke the camel’s back.

“I said…” Hayley began, eyes crinkling at the corners as she seemed to catch on that something was certainly going on between you and the Spanish goalkeeper. At that moment, however, you couldn’t find it in you to care, hanging on to her every word as she repeated the question. “Never have I ever slept with a teammate.”

You allowed a blush to coat your cheeks, eyelashes fluttering as you bit at your lip. Slowly, and almost theatrically, you put your finger down. You didn’t need to look to know that Linda had also put her finger down, along with a few other people around the table. The focus, however, was on you.

“Has tenido- You have slept with a team member? De este equipo? No wayyyy- Linda y tu? Loca. Todo. So crazy, you are crazy.” Before you could stop it, your teammates began to make assumptions, their voices heavy with interest. 

Given that Linda had yet to drop her hand from around you and the way which you were both blushing, the easiest assumptions to be drawn were between the two of you. Of course, they weren’t wrong– you had slept with Linda, albeit more than a year ago. 

However, your current… friend with benefits was across from you, the finger which she had put down going unnoticed by your teammates as they sought to figure out just what had gone on with you and Caicedo. 

Misa was absolutely stewing in her seat, her eyes narrowed and so dark that you nearly couldn’t see the whites of her pretty eyes. Gone was the easy-going persona which had been leaning back in her seat. Now, the girl was leaning forward, the hand which had already been freed as she’d put down fingers was now clenched tightly, so much so that you worried she may cut herself with her nails. Her jaw was set, and it was obvious that the girl was gritting her teeth. Despite how obviously upset the girl was, your insides fluttered in anticipation, and you simply smiled at Misa, as though you’d done nothing wrong.

Misa was fucking livid.

Even as your teammates began to move on, given that neither you nor Linda was saying much about the one time that you had slept together. The damage was done, and you could see it in the way that Misa was looking at you– her livid gaze had you dripping, if you were going to be completely honest. Who could blame you? She looked sexy when she was pissed off. 

A few more questions were prompted, but you were hardly paying attention to them. Your gaze was locked on Misa’s hardened one, and while Misa was figuring out how she was going to punish you for your earlier stunts, you were thinking about how nice Misa’s nipple would feel in your mouth-

Misa got up, barging her way past the teammates who sat to her left as she circled around the table. You felt her before you heard her, in the way that her palm met the skin of your neck as she rested her hand on your shoulder. She leaned in, so much so that you could smell mint and the barest hints of alcohol on the goalkeepers’ breath. 

You were so distracted by those two sensations alone that you nearly missed the words coming out of Misa’s (really pretty) mouth. 

“Nos vamos a ir porque te sientes cansado.” You understood every word, having played in Spain for long enough to understand more than enough Spanish to get by. Despite this, you needed a moment to process what Misa was saying. The sheer dominance in her tone and mannerisms had you clenching your thighs beneath the table and nibbling absentmindedly on your bottom lip. You were lucky that the vast majority of the table was beyond distracted with the current conversation– some dramatic reality television show which the girls were watching together. 

Misa wanted to leave and, of course, she would make you take the blame for it. Only a moment after you processed what the goalkeeper had whispered into the shell of your ear, the girl was standing up to announce it to the rest of your teammates.

“La chica está cansada, I will take her home.” Misa’s voice still dripped with possessiveness and self-assuredness. Usually, it was the kind of tone which would have you drawing away from the other person, annoyed. 

It had the opposite effect, and you allowed Misa to help you out of the stool under the pretense that you were a bit too drunk to stand on your own. Misa’s hand went around your middle, almost the exact same way that Linda had earlier. You two took a moment to say your goodbyes, and Misa’s arm stayed around you the entire time. 

Just before you’d turned around, you caught Raso sending you a wink. 

Misa’s hand splayed out over your side, her fingers stroking over the fabric of your top. As she guided you away from your teammates, goosebumps erupted over your skin. You were sensitive to the other girls’ touch, the bit of alcohol which remained in your system only heightening the feeling. 

The trip to Misa’s car was short, but it seemed like an eternity with the way that Misa was teasing you. Her fingers had begun to wander, going upward to poke at your ribs, before running up and down your side. She was silent as she did so, allowing the hitch in your breath to be heard as her hand left your side to lower itself, sharply squeezing your bum.

“Misa-” You gasped, and you heard the girl scoff.

“Aha, now you want to be saying my name. Earlier, it was about Caicedo, but now that she is gone and you have me, it is all about me.” Misa said, voice thickly accented, as it always became when her feelings were heightened. 

“Misa- It’s you, it’s always been you. Please.” You gasped, as Misa squeezed you again. You were putty in her hands. If Misa had asked you to kneel right then and there, you would have– without question. 

Instead, she drew you over to her car. Despite her obvious annoyance, she opened your car door and helped you inside. Just before she closed it, she planted a soft kiss against your cheek, her hand gently running along your jawline.

“Eres la mujer más bella del mundo.” You swore that you were so close that you were breathing the same air. You were utterly intoxicated, but not by the alcohol that you’d consumed– by Misa’s touch, her eyes, her voice. You swore you were floating as you gently grabbed her sides, tugging her in for another kiss before you allowed her to part from you. She shut the door, and you watched as she rounded the vehicle to go to the driver's seat.

Only once you’d had space from the Spanish girl were you able to decipher what she’d said to you. 

You are the most beautiful woman in the world.

You thought about her words as she climbed into the car, as she shut the door and started the vehicle. You thought about them when she placed her hand on your thigh, as she hummed some Spanish tune which lilted over the radio. 

You are the most beautiful woman in the world– words that you’d never before applied to yourself. You’d never believe yourself to be especially beautiful. Growing up, you’d thought yourself to be nothing more than average. However, when Misa said that you were gorgeous, looking at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky, you believed them. 

You felt emotions, then, that you’d never felt before. Perhaps it was love, but you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you were ravenous, thirsty for the way which Misa grabbed possessively at your inner thigh. You squeezed your legs together, only for Misa to pull them back apart.

“No, no. You were not shy in the club, do not be shy now.” Misa chastised you, and you now had to keep yourself from letting your head fall back into the headrest. Instead, a groan broke free of your lips, your hand planting itself on top of Misa’s. 

“Misa, por favor. No puedo. I can’t.” “Already begging, amor? I have not touched you. Are you needy already, is this all for Caicedo?” Misa inquired, voice a little bit edged and jagged as she prompted you– not dissimilar to a serrated knife, if you truly thought about it. 

You were tense, trapped within the confines of Misa’s question. If you said yes, she would probably lose her fucking mind and punish you– even more so than she was already planning. If you said no, then you would be giving in, and also revealing that you’d been getting off on the fact that you were making Misa jealous. As much as you relished your pride, you weren’t keen on being edged for a week as you had been in the past by the goalkeeper.

“No, Misa. For fuck’s sake, it’s all for you.” You groaned, giving in. You were absolutely aching, skin almost tingling beneath Misa’s touch. You couldn’t remember ever being so needy, especially in recent months, but here you were, desperate and nearly whiny from just a bit of teasing and “innocent” touching. 

You were so, so thankful when Misa finally pulled into the car park in front of her apartment. 

Given that your relationship was, technically, a secret, you and Misa tried not to touch each other as you made your way towards her front door. Her neighbors should have been asleep, but you could never be too careful. Despite this, every part of you ached to touch the other girl, especially as you felt how shaky you’d become from your time in the car. Your legs felt like lead, threatening to collapse beneath you, and your hands jittered as though you were competing in a Champions League final instead of simply walking into your frequent fuck buddy’s home. 

Misa was on you the second that the door was shut and locked behind her, pressing you back into the wall behind yourself. You hardly heard the soft thump of your back hitting the wood due to the moan you let out as Misa set to kissing at your neck. Her lips nipped and sucked, trailing along your neck in the way she knew would have you melting beneath her touch. 

You’d been together so many times, and each time Misa discovered a new part of you. In a way, Misa had mapped your body out in her mind, traveling paths new and old as she found new ways to have you writhing and moaning her name. 

Your hands met Misa’s hips, pulling her ever closer to you as her own hands ventured beneath your top. Her palms ran along your stomach, up to your ribs, before palming at your breasts over the bra that you’d worn. 

You’d already been wet before Misa had even really touched you, and by now you were sure that you’d soaked through your underwear. Your brain could hardly form a cognitive thought, save for how badly you wanted to-

Misa’s lips were on yours as she pressed against you, her hands having left your shirt. Your breasts felt colder, somehow, without the heat of her hands pressed against them. Her lips were soft against yours, but demanding in the pace at which she kissed you. 

You had no choice but to try to keep up as she sucked your lower lip in between her own, brushing her top teeth against the skin there in a way which had you arching your back, pressing yourself impossibly closer to the goalkeeper.

All the while, Misa had slipped one muscled thigh between your own. She flexed the muscle, making it firmer as she pressed it into you. Almost reflexively, you ground down against it, nearly collapsing inward at the brief bit of friction you were allowed against your aching core. 

Mira’s tongue grazed your lip next, almost working to soothe the spot that had previously been irritated by her teeth. Then, she slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring and nudging it against your tongue. As she completely took over the kiss, her hand moved to cup your jaw, furthering to deepen the kiss as she tilted your head to the side. 

Your next moan was swallowed by Misa’s mouth as you rolled your hips, grinding down against her leg. Your movements were rapid as you tried to gain relief, and Misa was quick to let go of your jaw. Your head fell backward, against the wall, and you swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Your mouth opened, and a high-pitched whine tumbled out. So consumed in everything that was Misa, you didn’t even have the time to feel embarrassed over the sheer neediness of the noise.

“F-Fuck, Misa,” You panted, followed by a drawn-out groan of disappointment as Misa grabbed your hips and stilled them, pinning you against the wall. “No-”

“Sí, you have not earned the right to come. Where has my good girl gone, the one who listens to me? The one who behaves?” Misa whispered, leaning in so that she could speak into your ear. Your body yearned to continue rutting against Misa’s thigh, but you resisted the urge to do so out of fear of what Misa would do. 

A pinch at the skin just above your hip had you realizing that Misa wanted you to answer her.

“Here. Estoy aquí, contigo.” If you’d thought speaking in Misa’s native language would have earned you any favors, you were sorely mistaken. The girl made no move to allow you to continue grinding against her thigh, and you whined again. It was pathetic, really, how easily Misa could wind you up and put you back in your place, and damn if it didn’t have your mind reeling for her evermore, “Misa. Please, por favor. I will do anything that you want and more, please just… let me come.”

Misa chucked at that, then. She was so close to you that her breaths brushed against your cheek, and a small part of the side of your neck, tickling the bottom of your ear. Each sensation was beginning to feel nearly overwhelming– between the throbbing between your legs, the hunger in your body for more of whatever the fuck Misa was doing to you, the beatiful pressure of Misa’s body against yours… it was all nearly too much for you. 

“I have barely begun, and you are already begging? Zorrita, such a little slut, hm? Who do you belong to? Remind me, por favor.” Misa’s accent was somehow thicker than ever before, harsh and degrading in ways that had your mind spinning. Despite her words, her fingers had stopped digging into your skin, instead gently rubbing at your sides, helping to ground you and slow your thoughts. She’d also stopped pushing you so harshly into the wall, allowing you to relax into her just the slightest bit more.

You hardly noticed them, but you were thankful all the same. You felt a little bit less floaty, and the contrast between her fingers on your waist and her voice in your ear served to turn you on even more, which you’d thought was impossible. 

The way at which Misa could be so attentive and gentle, whilst also serving to be so dominating and chastising was something which you would only have time to marvel at later. 

“You- you, only you. Please, I didn’t mean it.” Your voice is high-pitched, higher than you think you had ever gone. It’s a plea that falls on deaf ears, though, as you hear Misa scoff. She’s grabbing your thighs, tapping them as she pulls you away from the wall.

As you jump up, the girl pulls you into her, and you naturally wrap your arms around her shoulders. The contact between the two of you is what you’d been craving, another semblance of comfort which further grounded you. 

“You are okay?” Misa asked, kissing your cheek gently as you lay your head against her shoulder. 

“I am okay.” You confirm, twisting your head and kissing Misa’s neck.

The girl nods, although you feel it more than see it as she begins to carry you. It is a path that you know well, and one that the two of you had traveled many, many times before.

Misa kicked her door closed behind you with your foot, carrying you towards the foot of her bed before dropping you down. Your body bounced against the mattress, and your body relaxed into the sheets as Misa’s familiar scent enveloped your being. 

“You know your safe word, yes?” Misa confirmed, tapping your bare thigh once to make sure that you were paying attention. 

“Yes.” You confirmed, and Misa tapped your thigh again.

“Words, mi amor. What is your safe word?” Misa prompted, still standing an appropriate distance away from you. She did this each time you slept together, always making sure that you had established your boundaries before continuing with anything that was going on. It was something that you appreciated, and it was communication which was needed. 

“My safe word is apple,” You began, and resisted the urge to roll your eyes as Misa smirked. You were allergic to apples, something which Misa had only learned after she’d tried making a dish which had apples in it. You had gone into shock, and had had to be brought to the hospital. You’d been given an epipen, but had used the word as your safe word ever since, given that all you’d been able to gasp throughout the experience was the word “apple”.

“If, for whatever reason, I am unable to speak, I tap your outer thigh three times,” You continued, voice unwavering. The words were well rehearsed, but it never hurt to go through your ground rules once more. “And you?”

“Banana,” Misa said, having chosen a fruit as well, since she felt like she had to stay on theme. After all, you were having… very “fruity” sex. The humor of your choice of words had never been lost on you, and had become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you. “If I can not speak, I will tap your outer thigh three times.”

Without further ado, Misa’s hands were on your ankles. She gave you a sharp tug, pulling your entire body across the expanse of her bed, towards her. You let out an unceremonious squeal of surprise, cheeks blushing red at the suddenness of the action as Misa allowed your legs to drop off the edge of the bed. 

The girl moved between your legs, running her hands up your sides before climbing up on top of you. She kissed you, harshly, moving one hand to your jaw to control the kiss once more. She licked into your mouth, exploring and dominating the kiss before separating from you.

Her hands left your body as she sat up, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and tugging it up and over the expanse of her fit torso. Finally, your eyes had the chance to take in Misa’s abdomen in its entirety, which really should have been included in the Wonders of the World. You’d only been graced with flashes of abdomen and muscle throughout the night, and your hands were quick to settle themselves on Misa’s lower stomach as the girl lowered herself back down on top of you. 

“You are so pretty, the prettiest.” Misa praised you, her hands now going to the bottom of your shirt. She tapped your sides, signaling for you to sit up, and you did. The girl tugged your shirt off as well, running her hands up and down your stomach appreciatively as she did so. Her dark eyes took you in, drinking in each piece of exposed skin as though she was never going to see it again. 

She surprised you, then, by moving back and settling herself over your thighs, bending down at the waist. You felt something wet slide against your abdomen, surprising you. Your entire body bolted at the sensation of Misa’s wet tongue licking at your stomach, and couldn’t help the moan which released itself from your lips. Misa took several moments to herself, kissing and licking and sucking at the soft skin of your stomach, cherishing it as she did so.

She began to move up, kissing over your ribs and slowly pushing your bra over your breasts. She kissed at your left breast first, before taking the nipple in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. Your back arched beneath her ministrations, a low groan leaking out of your mouth as one of her steady hands squeezed at your other breast.

“Misa- Misa, fuck.” You whispered, and just as suddenly, Misa was tilting her head up. You looked down, and her intense gaze had you trying to clench your thighs together. The girl felt it, though, given that she was between those very thighs, and smirked.

“Que? Repite, say that again.” Misa said, voice low.

“What…?” You asked, almost wondrously. Even to your own ears, you sounded dazed. 

“Say that again. Who is making you feel like this? Who is making you feel so good, hm?” As Misa speaks, the hand which isn’t still squeezing at your breast is trailing absentmindedly down your abdomen. The touch is distracting, and your body aches to follow it, to arch up into the touch. However, Misa’s body weight on your own prevents you from doing what you wanted to do.

Her hand toys at your waistline, only for a moment, before dipping below the cloth. Her hand is warm, and you think that she’s just teasing you, as Misa is prone to do. However, you were sorely mistaken as the girls’ finger dipped between your folds. A whimper fell from your lips, absolutely desperate and whiny as it was heard by both of you. Misa swiped a finger through your folds, swirling it around your clit– almost playfully, in fact, but stopped, her eyes still on your own.

You whined again, trying to lift your hips to encourage the girl to touch you more. 

“No. Dime quién, who is it? Is it Linda, mm? I do not think so. It is me, say it.” Misa’s accent is thick, littered with Spanish words which you cannot even begin to try to translate. Her words drip with dominance, with possession, and you swore you would do everything and anything in the world for her to continue what she had been doing. At that moment, you were all Misa’s, willing to bend to her every wish and will to get what you wanted.

Nobody had ever drawn these exact sensations and feelings from you, and there was a certain intimacy in the knowledge that only Misa had ever done these things to you.

Oh.

Fuck.

“No, no it’s not Lind-ahhh,” your breath hitched, as Misa slipped a singular digit into you. Despite how wet you were, it was still a stretch, and her thumb worked at your clit, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body which had you squirming beneath the goalkeeper. “Fuck- fuck,”

“Who? Who makes you feel this good?” Misa’s voice absolutely oozed with self-assuredness, almost teasing in the way she curled her finger inside of you. She knew the movement was an incredibly pleasurable one for you, drawing yet another broken whine from you. 

“You, fuck Misa, jesus christ. You, only you– fuck.” 

“Good girl, so good for me, yes? Only for me. You were made for me, a hole to fuck for my fingers, my tongue, my strap.” You whimpered again, unable to even conjure up a verbal response for the goalkeeper. She curled the finger inside of you again before slipping out of you completely.

The absence had you whining, but as Misa rolled off of you, she gently placed a kiss on your lips to silence you.

“Sh, you’ve been so good for me. We would not want to ruin that now, hm?”

You watched as the girl went to her knees in front of the bed, hands finding your thighs before beginning to tug down the piece of clothing which you still had on. Before she’d really begun pulling the piece off of your legs, however, the girl looked at you.

“Can I take this off?” Misa asked you, gently tugging the elastic of your underwear back before letting it snap against your skin. You squealed, and Misa chastised you a little bit, eyes glimmering with an emotion which you were unable to place. “Words, bella, or I stop.”

“Yes, yes. Fuck, take them off!” You were quick to urge the goalkeeper, truly not wanting the night to be over. 

Then, Misa did as she’d already begun to do, pulling your pants and underwear off in one swift motion. You were left bare before her, and tried your hardest to resist covering yourself. For just a moment, Misa sat there and watched you, observant as ever. Her eyes caught on your breasts, and your hardened nipples, on the way that your chest moved up and down with each breath you took. Then, her eyes moved to take in your face, and a smile moved onto her face.

“What?” You asked, a little bit nervous that she was making fun of you when you were most bare and vulnerable. She never had before, always making sure to cherish each part of you, but that didn’t make you any less on edge, especially in this moment.

“I can’t believe that I get to fuck the most beautiful girl in the world.” Misa said. There it was again, the words which had made you swoon before. 

“Oh, stop!” You said, scoffing. 

“Es verdad. It is true. You are gorgeous, I think it every day.” Before you’d ever slept with Misa, you’d never believed her to be such a charmer. You’d been incredibly wrong, as the girl took each small moment to make sure you knew that you were special, loved, and beautiful in every single way.

Your bra was still on, and so you sat up to take it off. After you did so, you leaned forward to curve your fingers along Misa’s jaw, tugging her head towards you. She met you in the middle, kissing you firmly. Then, her hands pushed your shoulders back so that you were flopping back down onto the mattress.

Without further ado, the girls’ face was between your legs. She gave you a few tentative licks, to get used to the sensation, before diving in.

Your hands clenched into the sheets below your body, a wild moan breaking free from your mouth as your back arched upward. Your eyes closed as you pushed your head back into the bed, baring yourself even further as pleasure overcame you.

The other girl sucked your clit into her mouth before she used her hand to slip a finger into you. She curled it as she continued to eat you out, licking at your clit at a steady, vigorous pace which had you seeing stars as she matched it with the finger inside of you.

Then, she was slipping another finger into you. She gave you a moment to get used to the delicious stretch before continuing, curling the fingers deep inside of you in a way that had you swearing. Your mind was far gone, in the clouds as Misa lapped at you.

Suddenly, Misa was changing the pace. She grabbed your ankles and threw them over her shoulders before continuing to lick at you. The new angle gave her more to work with, allowing her to lick into you deeper, and you swore again.

Your knuckles were white from how tightly they were balled into the sheets, and then you felt it. Something was probing at your other hole, and you whimpered. You and Misa had experimented with anal before, and you knew from experience how intensely pleasurable it felt to have a plug in one hole and Misa pumping into you with a strap in the other. 

You could remember a time when she’d been doing that, fucking into you harshly while you had a butt plug up your ass. The sensations you’d felt had had you whimpering, despite the fact that you’d been supposed to be silent– it had been a punishment for running your mouth. Without thinking much of it, Misa had shoved two of her fingers into your mouth, slipping them in so deeply that you’d gagged around the digits. 

You could still remember the words that she’d said to you like it was yesterday, “That is it, taking it like a good girl. Just so greedy, wanting me in every single one of your holes like a cockdrunk whore.” 

The memory of that night was almost similar to this one, as Misa gently worked a finger into your asshole. You whimpered at the burning feeling there, but Misa’s tongue at your clit overcame any semblance of pain which you felt. 

Your moans reached a peak, then, as your thighs trembled helplessly. You’d lost your ability to form words, and you swore you saw white spots crossing your vision as the pressure in your stomach snapped, similar to a coil.

Pleasure jolted throughout your body, up and down your legs, in your belly, pulsating and causing you to buck your hips uncontrollably against Misa’s face, chasing your high. As you came down, however, you couldn’t help but try to wiggle away from where Misa was still licking at you.

The girl allowed you to wiggle, just for a moment, and took your legs from where they had been locked over her shoulders. However, just as she withdrew her finger from your ass, she slipped another finger into your pussy. You moaned, jolting away from the overwhelming sensation, but Misa was quick to pull you back towards her again.

“No, no. You were so eager to be naughty earlier, and now you will pay. You have one more in you, I know that you do.”

[aaandbackstabbed]

Louie: oh you bought us gifts?

Goldie: I wouldn’t say bought… more obtained

[snekdood]

ik i said a week ago or somethin that "im sorry mj isnt non binary" but honestly thats not fully true. she is nb in her own ways- i just dont want ppl to take that and then modify her to be fully gnc and more masc than she is like someone i know has 😒

[gremlingottoosilly]

More on the poor girl who’s 141’s chewtoy?

She has the worst fate!! Being a pet wife/incubator for one monster is bad enough, but it can be manageable if your new owner isn't an asshole and doesn't treat you like a lifeless object. It's a rare case, sure, but even Konig is somewhat softer after you get his eggs, the mating instincts in monsters are all kicking in. The 141 however...I love to see them as a pack of different breed shifters, maybe were-creatures like bears, wolves, and various birds...they all have this semi-animalistic mentality, they formed a pack bond that is stronger than any blood relations. They are more than family and it's only natural that they share the same darling, yes? Unfortunately for you, it is only natural for them, and you're soon getting dragged from the human pet shop by an excited overgrown werewolf with a dumb mohawk that chirps about getting such a pretty girl for his team!! You are never alone - every time other team members are on a mission, the other ones take care of you, always keeping watch over your silly escape attempts like humans have any future in the monster world now( Gaz is usually the one who is softer with you, his nature as a werebird is making him somewhat more caring, he will drag you a lot of shiny gifts and flashy clothes because he is pretty and he wants his girl to be pretty! Soap is usually the one to always fuck you, unfortunately. Being a classic werewolf, he is too fucking horny for his own good, always stuck in a knot with you, always mating and hoping that you will give birth to healthy pups, even though he is somewhat sad they are mostly taken away for the training needs( his pack mentality is strong, so if you really really really want at least some of your children to stay with you, you should beg Soap to allow you to see them occasionally - he would gladly steal the pups back to base, but it would mean you won't give him as much attention(

@ceilidho mostly inspired me for this, but werebear!Price is literally perfect and I won't stand for otherwise. He is big, burly, with a soft tummy and warm hands that would easily push you down, ass up in the air because you were a naughty little incubator and whined too much about Soap and Gaz being too rough( he knows your limits, and also knows that they are spoiling you too much! You need some discipline and your bear captain is gladly providing you with spanks that make your ass raw, with his teeth and a dick that takes away your ability to walk at least for a few days( he is older than every other member of the pack, and he won't really bother you too much with sex - he knows you're tired, especially if you're pregnant, and he enjoys slow cockwarming sessions and just laying in the nest with you, false hybernating on your swollen, milk-filled breasts.

Ghost is...complicated. You don't even know what type of shifter he is at first, he is too fucking secretive to even talk about it. Only after a few involuntary breakdowns, could you catch a glimpse of his shadowy form - whatever animal-type monster he was, staid in the past. He is all shadows now, dark and glossy with smoke tendrils that help him handle you in place every time you become too squirmy. You were so convinced Simon hated you at first, just a dumb human who disrupts the balance of their pack, but your fears were proven wrong once you were pressed against a wall, thick dark tendrils squeezing in and out of your pussy. Ghost is the only one who can't breed you, and it only makes him more protective whenever you're pregnant.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 16 || The Tension

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, fluff, heavy sexual tension, teasing, & taunting.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.6k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——OKAY, WELL, A LOT COULD GO WRONG. But of course, you're trying to focus on the positives here. As long as you play your cards right and plan things out properly, nothing will go wrong.

However, that does not stop you from worrying about something going wrong.

Worries aside though, Choso is considered to be medium difficulty, right?

Wait... Are Gojo's levels of difficulty even accurate? Mr. Fushiguro was considered hard but when you really think about it, he wasn't all that hard... At least, not after you planned everything out. As far as Geto goes, well, as of right now you could call the man and tell him to come over and fuck you and he'd be there within twenty minutes.

Gojo himself is obviously the most whipped of those you've seduced so far. Though, you didn't realize just how severe it was at the time-- nor did you care to.

As for your current focus, Choso, the only difficulty in seducing him was how you wanted to go about it. Truth be told, you could probably just call the man over one night and seduce him then call it a day.

But... that's not all you want, now is it?

No, you want something more than sex with Choso. Which was expected, you knew this was going to happen. Sure, you tried to avoid catching feelings but how the hell are you supposed to feel about a man who painted you the day he saw you, drops nearly anything to make sure you're okay, and is just...

Fuck, the guy is everything and more.

You could sleep with him at any point in time. It's kinda cocky of you to think such a way but it's true, you can tell by the way Choso looks at you whenever you're around him and even the way he talks to you over the phone. He's not exactly playing coy about lusting for you.

Even so, whenever it is that you decide to sleep with the guy, you need to plan for the after-effects-- whatever that may be.

Is he going to be clingy? Are you going to be clingy? Will Choso be able to understand that you sleeping with him doesn't lead to an immediate relationship? He should be able to, right? He's a grown man...

Okay, if you're being completely honest with yourself here, it is not Choso you're worried about. It's yourself.

Hell, you're so engrossed in your thoughts of how you're going to go about this that you'd forgotten you have the man in your living room right now sitting next to you and comfortably watching a movie.

Shoko's out and you told her you were inviting someone over, sparing her the details of who, to which she told you that the apartment was all yours for the night. And while that's great and all, every time you turn to your right to steal a little glance at Choso, you get nervous for some reason.

You're excited and eager to have sex with the guy but again, the aftereffect is what concerns you. It terrifies you actually because if he wants a relationship, hypothetically speaking, you'd still have three other guys you have to sleep with.

And hell, knowing Gojo, the asshole would probably make the blackmail worse by threatening to expose your previous actions to the guy you like...

Everything is so fucked. No matter how you think about it.

Maybe you should just save Choso for last? Then, you'd be freed of the list and you'd be able to get with him, right? Then again, would that asshole Gojo even allow that? What's stopping him from blackmailing you further? What if he-

The sudden sound of your name being called makes you break away from your deep thoughts. Your head is slow to turn to your right, meeting Choso's curious eyes.

"You okay?" He asks.

You nod but it's an obvious lie.

Choso raises a brow, "You don't look okay..."

"I... I'm fine. I was just thinking about some things," You hum in response before turning to face forward again.

There's a horror movie on the TV that you'd long since forgotten about. The man beside you leans a little closer to you, "Thinking about what?"

You merely glance at him from out the corner of your eye, "Nothing important."

"Mmh... With the way you suddenly went all quiet on me fifteen minutes ago, it seems pretty important." Choso comments.

Okay, he may have a point there. The two of you were talking about the movie you were watching and at some point, your mind just drifted and you got quiet as the movie continued. Damn him for noticing though, you thought you played it off well.

And to make it worse, of course Choso moves to pause the movie. He then shifts so that his focus is completely on you; sliding a little closer to you and moving to rest an arm behind you along the back of the couch. When you turn your head to look at him, you chuckle at how all his attention is on you.

He probably doesn't realize how cute he looks right now, having gotten all close to you just to hear you talk about whatever's on your mind.

"C'mon, what's on your mind princess?" Choso asks, his voice gentle.

Your heart feels so weird in your chest at the sound of that nickname, a slight smile spreading across your face at the name alone. Your eyes meet his, despite the lack of personal space between the two of you, "I told you, nothing important."

Choso tilts his head, "Okay, tell me anyway."

"Why?" You ask, your brows pinching together.

He shrugs, "Cause' I came over to hang out with you but you're sitting here distracted..."

Another chuckle leaves you, "I was just thinking about school and uh, this project I have coming up."

"Uhuh..." He nods, "Is the project hard?"

"Yeah. Uhm, it's a group project and there's roughly... five of us in the group including me," You begin to explain. It's all a lie but you're going to make an analogy based on your current situation to see if you can get some kind of advice, "I've never worked with three of the people in my group so I'm kinda worried about that..."

Choso is all too intrigued with your words, seeming as though he's hanging off every syllable that leaves your lips. "Mhm..." He hums, awaiting your continuation.

You have to look away from him due to his intense focus, "Then there's this one person in the group. I've worked with them before and I'd like to say I'm pretty good friends with them but, the project we're going to be working on is something I know they won't agree with."

"Why?" He scoffs, "What kinda project is it?"

"A complicated one." You sigh, "I'd explain it but that's like an entirely different conversation so-"

"I mean, I'm not going anywhere." Choso hums.

Again, there's this little feeling in your heart that you try to ignore. "Yeah, I know but the project itself isn't what I'm worried about, it's the people."

He nods, "Alright, go on."

"Like I said, there's this one person in my group that I know better than anyone else in the group. I think I'm..." Your brows push together as you try to figure out how to word things correctly, "I'm worried about what'll happen after the project. I wanna be friends with this person but I feel like the project will change how they see me or something and when it's all over..." You steadily turn and look at Choso, "They'll want nothing to do with me anymore."

The man blinks. It's clear that what you've just explained is bothering you but the way you're looking at him throws him off for a second. His brain had frozen for just a second as he looked into your eyes.

There was no intimacy in the eye contact you both held with each other and yet Choso couldn't help this alluring feeling you gave off.

After a few seconds of staring, he clears his throat, "So like, do you have a crush on this person or something?"

Technically speaking, yes since the person from your analogy represents Choso but you can't tell him that or he'll think you have feelings for someone and won't want to do anything sexual with you in respect for those feelings.

"Uh, more like a friend crush?" You say meekly with a little shrug.

He nods in understanding, "Ohh, I get those sometimes."

"Yeah, I'm not romantically interested in this person," You definitely are, "But I don't want the friendship I have with them to change after the project is over."

"Right, well even though I don't know what this project of yours is, I'm pretty sure nothing will change," Choso says.

You scoff, "What makes you think that?"

"Cause' it's you we're talking about," He comments simply.

There goes that throb in your chest. "What do you mean by that?" You ask.

"I don't think anyone would want to cut ties with you over some project." Choso clarifies, "I can't speak for this person you're talking about but, I'm sure they know you're too great of a person to cut off over something so small."

You swallow and look away from the man again, "It's not something so small though. It's something that... makes people change the way they look at you, y'know, think about you differently."

"Okay? So?" Choso questions nonchalantly.

You turn to him again, "What do you mean so?"

Choso's still staring at you intently, "What version of you would someone not like?"

The way he words his question only furthers that little feeling in your chest. It's almost as though he were implying that any and all versions of you would be acceptable in his eyes.

"H-Huh?" You breathe out.

"Do you really think someone's going to cut you off just because your views or opinions are different than theirs?" Choso clarifies.

"Uh, yes." You say seriously, trying to calm yourself from those flustered emotions, "A-And it's not just views and opinions, it's actions too."

"What kinda actions?" He quires, the conversations suddenly growing more and more pressing.

"Actions that aren't always considered morally right."

He scoffs, "Like what?? What are we talking about here; Assault? Arson? Robbery? Murder? Theft? I'm confused." Choso blurts out, his voice passionate.

"N-No, none of those things but..." Your gaze wanders back and forth between his left and right eye as you try to come up with a way of wording this without literally telling him everything, "Fuck, I don't know how to explain it."

"You could just tell me what the project itself is." He suggests with a shrug.

Your brain is quick to come up with a slight relation, "It's a social project a-and the things that each of us have to do, especially me as the uh... group leader, they'd make someone see me differently."

Choso rolls his eyes slightly, still feeling confused as to what you could possibly do to make someone view you differently. In the heat of the moment, the man finds his words slipping out faster than he thinks about them, "Baby, unless you're going out here harming people in the name of research, I'm pretty sure no one is going to look at you differently-"

"What if I'm harming people's emotions?" You cut off, not even catching what he just called you.

His brows raise in concern, "Are you?"

"I might be." You scoff.

"I still don't understand." Choso sighs, "What could you possibly be doing that-"

"And wait," What he previously said suddenly clicks, "D-Did you just call me baby?"

"Uh..." Choso looks off to the side for a second as he too realizes what he said. After which he returns his eyes to you and notices the way the name made you slightly flustered, "Okay, yes, I did. But that's not the point here, love."

"S-Stop that." You stammer, turning away from him in embarrassment.

The pet names are throwing you all the way off and you can't even focus on the analogy you were trying to give him nor can you look him in the eyes when he calls you those names.

Choso bites his lower lip at your reaction, finding it cute, "Stop what, princess?"

"That." You emphasize.

"I'm not doing anything, am I?" He responds, his tone innocent.

"Yeah, you are." Your eyes are everywhere except on his, "You keep calling me those pet names and it's distracting..."

"I'm sorry baby." Choso apologizes purposefully.

Your heart skips a beat and you feel heat rush to your face. In reaction, you turn your head away from him, "Fuck, Choso stop."

"Why? Am I..." The man leans closer to you and his voice is low and near your ear, "Am I making you nervous, pretty girl?"

"That amongst other things..." You whisper.

Choso chuckles, "Look at me,"

"I can't now." You mumble. Your nerves are all over the damn place and your heart is pounding like crazy.

"Why?"

"C-Cause' of you, silly." You tell him.

"I didn't do anything," Choso says, "C'mon, we need to get back to our conversation anyways."

"I can't even focus on that now, forget it."

You hear him laugh at you, "You can't focus now?"

"No, no I can't."

"Aww, fuck, that's cute." Choso comments, his voice suddenly low.

You turn your head slightly, only so that you can look at him from the corner of your eye. When you notice he's smirking at you, you raise your hand to his face and playfully push him away.

Choso laughs again from beneath your palm and moves to grab a light hold of your wrist, forcing your hand to stay in place over his face. "You can't focus, huh?" He hums.

You finally turn and look at him, only able to see parts of his face through your fingers, "N-No. And why are you keeping my hand on your face?" You ask as you try to pull yourself away.

Choso's light hold on your wrist grows tighter and he shifts your hand around so that you can see his full face. The man then presses his lips to your palm and carefully kisses your hand, his eyes on yours as he does so.

Was that all it took for the man to have you aroused? Well, with that and all the pet names, yes.

"Did you just..." You blink, "Did you just kiss my hand?"

"Mhm," Choso hums against you before moving to plant another kiss, his eyes trailing down to what he's doing, "...s'that okay?" He mumbles into you.

"I..." You trail off as you watch him plant slow and tender kisses into your hand.

He continues for a little while, nearly losing himself in his simple act before his gaze flicks back up to you. The way your eyes are all widened and you're so clearly flustered has to be the cutest reaction he's ever gotten from you.

Choso slowly pulls away from your hand, still holding your wrist lightly, "Cat got your tongue, princess?"

Yes, actually. You forgot how to speak for a few seconds. "Uh..."

The man decides to give you a second to breathe, releasing your wrist and sliding back away from you a bit, "Sorry," Choso apologizes, "I don't even know why I did that..." He mumbles, looking away from you.

Did you just get him flustered because you were flustered? Holy hell that's the cutest thing in the world. He doesn't even know how to keep teasing you up to a certain point.

"No, it was fine," You finally manage to say.

He just barely looks at you, "Was it?"

"Mhm..." You hum.

Choso then takes his eyes away from you and turns his head slightly, allowing you a moment to see how red his ears are. He was blushing...

Then, he clears his throat, "Uh, a-about that project of yours-"

"Choso," You cut off, causing his voice to get caught in the middle of his throat.

"Hm?" He hums.

You tilt your head and shift on the couch slightly, inching toward him, "Are you... Are you blushing right now?"

The man turns his head all the way away from yours, keeping his face away from your line of vision, "Why would I be blushing...?"

You chuckle, "I dunno, you tell me."

"I'm not." He says, "C-Can we just go back to talking about your project...? I should've never started teasing you."

"Why? I like being teased by you," You blurt out.

Those simple words of yours make his cock unexpectedly twitch inside his pants. Choso clears his throat again, "Don't word it like that."

"Word it like what?" You hum innocently, "And why aren't you looking at me?"

He heaves out a sigh and carefully turns his head to you, almost in slow motion. Choso's face is hued in pink and you can see the flustered shade of red decorating his cheeks. His eyes go wide at how close you are to him, having crawled slightly across the couch to him.

Choso swallows, hard. "There, I'm looking at you. Happy now?"

"Very." You say simply, tilting your head again, "And you lied, you are blushing."

"No... It's just hot in here." He lies.

You scoff, "No it's not."

"Okay well, I'm hot."

"Take your jacket off then," You suggest.

He chuckles, "Right..."

You then watch as he moves to take his jacket off, neatly folding it afterward and pacing it down on the space beside him. After which, when he turns back to you, he sees that you're facing him completely, sitting on your heels with this sudden look in your eyes.

Choso blinks, "So uh, back to your project?"

You shake your head at him, "What if I don't wanna talk about that anymore...?"

"What uh, what do you want to talk about then?" He asks wearily, he then tears his gaze away from you, "A-And why do you keep looking at me like that?"

A light scoff leaves you, "Like what?"

"I dunno, like..." Choso glances at you one more time, "Fuck," He whispers to himself.

You weren't aware but you were giving the man bedroom eyes and since your eyes are the feature Choso loves paying attention to, it doesn't take him anything more than a glance to acknowledge what that look of yours is.

One of his hands rises to his face and he wipes it off as if that'll cleanse him of the sudden thoughts he's having.

"Like what, Choso?" You question again, "Cat got your tongue now?"

He turns his head to you, trying to look anywhere except for your eyes. That only worsens his situation though because of course looking at your lips doesn't make it any better. Gazing at your torso, which is hardly covered up with the tank top you're wearing, only leads him to stare at your tits.

Choso results in shooting his sights up to your ceiling and groans at himself, "Now I can't focus."

Your brows furrow, "Are you okay?" You ask, chuckling slightly at the man in front of you.

He shakes his head, "No."

"What's wrong?"

"You," Choso says seriously.

"Eh? Me??" You blink.

He makes this little gesture with his hand in the air toward his head as if to say he's going crazy, "I can't even have a regular conversation with you without thinking like this."

"Like what?" You ask teasingly.

The man sinks into the couch a little, resting his head back comfortably as he keeps his gaze directed upwards, "You're asking too many questions."

You giggle, "Am I?"

"Mhm."

"I mean, I'm just curious..." You say coyly, shrugging a little, "After all, you had me explain what was on my mind so, isn't it your turn now?"

"You didn't even finish explaining." Choso points out.

"And who's fault is that?"

He scoffs, "Whatever."

"C'mon Choso, tell me what's on your mind." You urge, moving to poke his arm slightly.

"Mmmmmh," He hums in thought, smiling to himself ever so slightly, "You might not like it."

"Unless you're thinking about robbing me, I think it'll be fine." You joke.

"I dunno, my thoughts are..." He trails off for a second before sighing. "Lewd."

You bat your eyelashes at him, "Lewd?"

"Mhm, very lewd."

"Well, now I'm really curious." Excitement is clear in your tone.

Choso finds how intrigued you are cute and he hopes his words will throw you off again, "Stay curious, baby."

You pause. Then you click your tongue, "That's not gonna distract me this time." You hum, almost seductively. You then move to sit closer to him, "Share those lewd thoughts of yours with me."

He shakes his head, "No."

You whine, "C'mon, don't make me beg for it."

"Maybe I want you to."

"Yeah?" You utter, your tone is completely sultry now but you don't care. "How do you want me to beg, hm?"

"Fuck," Choso whispers under his breath. He again turns his head away from you and you just barely hear him speak, "I can't take this..."

"Can't take what?"

"You." He clarifies.

You chuckle, "Can't take me? I'm not doing anything?"

"Yes, you are."

"What am I doing??"

Choso is slow to finally turn his head and look at you. His eyes are all low, lower than normal, lust swirling within his gaze. You don't miss the way he glances down at your lips, shamelessly staring at the way you're smiling at him.

"You're teasing me," Choso voices out, his tone low.

You inch a bit closer to him, "Am I?"

"Yeah, you are."

"Should I stop?"

"Depends." He hums.

Your smirk is constant, "On?"

He pauses for just a second. Whatever this back-and-forth banter the two of you have going on is, he likes it. "Where you want this conversation to go," Choso responds.

You raise a brow, "What if I don't want it to be a conversation anymore?"

"What do you want it to be then, princess?"

"Maybe actions." You tell him suggestively.

"Actions..." He repeats, "What kinda actions?"

You and Choso both pause, staring at one another. His eyes are on your lips and your eyes are on his. The tension in the air is palpable. There's so much sexual tension between you two that you're practically undressing one another through looks alone.

The way Choso licks his lips slowly as he awaits your next snarky response doesn't go unnoticed. He's got a comeback for anything and everything you say to him, ready to keep whatever the two of you are doing going until the other can't come up with something to say or until it leads to something else.

Choso leans in closer to you, his face nearing yours carefully, "Tell me, what kinda actions are you suggesting here?"

You let out a breathy laugh, "Take a guess."

"Nono, I want you to tell me." Choso says clearly, "You can do that, right?"

"You want me to explain to you what I'm suggesting...?"

"Mhm, I wanna hear you say it."

"So you know what I'm implying, you just me to admit it out loud?" You question further, clearly avoiding what he wants.

The male whispers to you, "Such a smart girl. That's exactly what I want you to do."

"Choso," You whisper in response.

"Hm?" He hums.

You stare at him again, refusing to say anything to the man until he looks into your eyes again. It's slow the way he drags his gaze upward along your face before he meets yours.

"...I want you to touch me," You finally answer, keeping your words as vague as possible.

Obviously, you want him to do more than just touch you but dragging it out like this is way more fun.

The corner of Choso's lips twitch and he smirks, "Yeah?"

"Mhm..." You hum innocently.

He raises a brow, the eye contact continuous, "Touch you how?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I want you to explore me."

Choso freezes and he swears his cock is throbbing right now with how unbelievably hard it is. The man swallows, "Explore you?"

"Yes, Choso." You sigh.

He flashes you a lustful smile and finally lifts his head from the couch, moving toward you. Choso's hand goes to your chin and he gently pulls you toward himself. You're quick to follow his touch, your heart at a steady beat within your chest despite how nervous you are.

His head tips to the side and he brings his lips just barely over your own, his breath tickling you as he speaks lowly, "I'm gonna explore your mouth first, s'that okay?"

You try to stop yourself from smiling, "Yeah..."

Choso slides his thumb up from your chin to your bottom lip and pulls it down slightly, "You sure?"

"Choso if you keep teasing me like this, I'm gonna lose it-- just kiss me already." You huff out.

He just couldn't help himself, not with how needy you looked right now or with how tense you were because of his one little touch. The two of you are sharing breaths at this point and it's so slow how his thumb moves and his lips press into yours.

You're quick to push into him and move your lips over his, to which he smiles slightly at how eager you are. The feeling of one of his hands going to your waist makes your breath hitch as you kiss him and you even pull away from him slightly, to which he pushes right back in aggressively.

Your arms carefully move to wrap around his neck as Choso turns his body more. Then, after growing frustrated with the awkward position, Choso simply shifts to pull you on top of him. You don't fully sit down, too engrossed in your slow make-out session to do so.

The man then clasps your bottom lip in between his teeth and pries your mouth open, pushing his tongue in. Fuck, that action made you hum against him and you get straight chills down your spine when his tongue swipes over yours.

An abrupt feeling of a smooth metal ball is felt and you pull away slightly, "Hah, w-wait, Choso..."

He's smiling at you mischievously. "You didn't know?"

You swallow hard as you shake your head and watch the man.

Choso carefully sticks his tongue out for you, revealing a piercing you weren't expecting him to have nor did you ever notice it.

Of course. Of course Choso Kamo has a damn tongue piercing. He tilts his head and his hands latch onto your waist firmly, tugging you closer to him and causing your chest to be flush with his, "Does it bother you?" He whispers.

"What, no." You reply quickly.

He moves to kiss you again, planting one little peck against you before whispering, "Then... Actually, has anyone ever..." He trails off a bit, his face reddening all over again.

You tilt your head, "Has anyone ever, what?"

"Has anyone with a piercing ever given you head?" Choso finally gets out.

You swallow deeply, your arousal thrumming through your body as you look at the man before you. Slowly, you grin at him, "No..."

Choso takes a deep breath and you can feel a throb in between your legs as he finally asks his next question, "Can I change that?"

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ☐

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

??? NAOYA ☐

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[givemea-dam-break]

hi!! i absolutely adore your writing, and i have a request for reader x lockwood :) what if reader is smart and likes to read and stuff but is super oblivious and can’t make a first move for the life of her? and maybe it’s her first kiss or something idk :D

a/n: ooooh yes this is a cute idea!!! i hope you enjoy <3 this is in spite of netflix cancelling the show. fuck netflix.

warnings: none female reader

Correct Me If I'm Wrong - Anthony Lockwood

You're not sure when the last time you felt truly pretty was.

Most days are spent either in tatty pyjamas that are due a wash, or clothes with a myriad of ectoplasm burns and a permanent smell of lavender that clogs up your nose and makes you need to sneeze, no matter what kind of fabric conditioner you shove into the washing machine. Your hair? Well, it's certainly seen better days.

But today. Today.

Lucy stands behind you, zipping up the back of your dress as you smooth the front of it until some of the wrinkles have flattened out a little. The satin gleams in the hazy light of your shared attic bedroom, and you find yourself smiling at your reflection in the mirror. When was the last time you dolled yourself up for something?

That's not to say you're overly concerned with how you look on a day-to-day basis, it's just that the ghost-fighting business doesn't really allow for nice outfits. Except for tonight, you suppose.

The Fittes at Fifty Ball is tonight, and you've been dreading it. In all honesty, you would much rather stay at home and get as much research done about the Bone Glass before the members of Lockwood and Co take on a heist to retrieve it, but you've not got much of a choice. You all need to look as inconspicuous as possible seeing as the very thing you need, a book by Mary Dulac, is stored in the Black Library at the Fittes headquarters.

"All done," Lucy says. "Ready to steal from the biggest, most well-protected agency in the UK?"

No, not really, but still you say, "Always."

"I'm going to get our stuff ready." She fiddles with the billowing sleeves of her blue dress. "Want me to pack those biscuits you like?"

"Absolutely, Luce," you say. "Thank you."

When she leaves, you find yourself staring at your reflection for a moment longer and liking the person you see. With a satiny green dress and hair that looks like more than a few minutes of effort have been put in, you look starkly different from usual. It makes you almost yearn for more party heists.

As you're tugging on your boots, there's a knock on the door. The pattern rapped out on the wood is familiar and it makes you smile, and you say, "Come in."

Lockwood steps through the open door and makes his way up the steps into the bedroom. His dark suit makes him look even more professional than usual, and his hair has been combed back neatly, showcasing those mischief-filled dark eyes you love so much. He's carrying something behind his back, making sure to keep it hidden. But the thing you take the most notice of is his tie. It's green.

It likely means nothing. Lockwood wears whatever he wants whenever he wants with little regard for colour - come on, he wears salmon pink socks! - but something about it feels purposeful. You've never seen him wear a green tie. Hell, you didn't even know he owned one. And this is the exact same shade as your dress.

He stops a few feet short of your bed, watching with glittering eyes as you stand and smooth out your dress once more. There's a smile playing on his lips, softer than his usual grin, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"How do I look?" you ask, trying to sound more confident than you feel.

Having him see you in a dress, with your hair styled and your makeup done, feels like standing on a stage in front of thousands of people. You're way more nervous than you should be.

For a moment, he says nothing, and you worry that he thinks it looks terrible. Maybe you should've picked the chiffon dress rather than satin, or maybe the red instead of green. You thought you had made your hair look quite nice, but maybe it looks quite stupid...

And then he says, "You look - you look beautiful, (name)."

There's a fluttery feeling in your chest, but you shove it down. You can't let yourself hope for anything that likely won't happen. Friends tell each other they look beautiful. You and Lucy do it all the time! This is no different just because it's Lockwood. Well, maybe it's a little different.

"You, too," you say. Your cheeks flush. "Well, not beautiful. Actually, I mean, if you want to be then sure. I just meant -"

He laughs, and your voice fades off. It's quite possibly your favourite sound, his laugh, because of how light it sounds. After working with him for a few months now, it's easy enough to tell that Lockwood isn't doing great a lot of the time. With his recklessness, the little jokes he makes that aren't really jokes, it's more than evident. So, now, hearing his laugh sound so genuine makes you smile and you feel a little less embarrassed.

"Thank you," he says, his smile becoming brighter. "I, uh, I have something for you. That is if you want it, of course."

"You know I hate surprises."

"Trust me. You'll like this one."

The hand that was behind his back appears, holding what looks to be an old book. The cover is faded, and the pages have browned, but he holds it delicately on the flat palm of his hand. Curiously, you step closer to him and gingerly take it from his hands.

Upon reading the title and flipping through the first few pages, your heart swells with gratitude. "This is a first edition."

"I'd certainly hope so with the trouble I went to finding it."

Your fingers carefully slip through each page, and you smile so widely you're afraid your cheeks might tear. "Lockwood, this had to have cost a fortune! You didn't have to get me this."

His posture is casual, but there's a glimmer of happiness in his eyes that is unmistakable. "I heard you talking to George about it a few weeks ago. It's your favourite book, and your birthday was recently. In all reality, I'd hoped to give it to you then, but today was the day I managed to get my hands on it."

"You -" The words get stuck in your throat, and you can almost feel yourself tearing up. "I've wanted this since I was a kid. I - Thank you, Lockwood. Seriously. This is..."

"You work so hard here," Lockwood says softly, "and I want you to know it doesn't go unnoticed. Besides, you've always been here for me. I wanted to give you something in return."

"I don't need anything in return for being a decent human being."

"Oh, all right. I'll take it back then."

Clutching the book tightly to your chest, you listen happily as he laughs again, throwing his head back a little. It's a wonderful sight, one that has your heart racing, one that makes you itch to throw your arms around him in the tightest embrace you can muster to simply show how grateful you are for the book, for his laugh and his smile and his presence.

But you refrain. Who's to say he won't just push you away?

"Thank you," you say again. "You're the best."

"I hope you're not just saying that because I pay your wages."

It's almost unnoticeable, but he shuffles forward ever so slightly. Already, you can feel the warmth radiating off of him and smell the faint scent of bitter tea and cheap shampoo underneath whatever aftershave he's put on. Your breath catches in your throat. There's less than a foot between you, but it has you fumbling for something to say or do.

"We should probably head downstairs," he murmurs, gaze fixed on yours. "The taxi will be here soon."

You nod. Neither of you moves.

He looks at you with those coppery eyes of his with a smile that feels distinctly private, and your heart thuds so loudly in your chest that you're convinced he can hear it, too. Words echo in your mind, words you want to say to him more than anything else, but your lips stay firmly shut.

How are you meant to tell him how you feel? That every time he merely looks at you, your heart starts beating as if you've just run a marathon? That you long to be the only person he shares his private smiles with, the only one that ever hears his true, unburdened laughs when you make a joke or make a fool of yourself? How are you supposed to explain that the times you spend with him are your favourites or that you search a dozen different shops simply to find his favourite biscuits to make him smile?

It's easy enough to list it to yourself, to find the words, but to say them to him? It's a different thing entirely, and it makes your mouth feel dry and your hands tremble a little.

"I need to tell you something," Lockwood says, and his voice has become breathier, quieter. "Just in case things go wrong tonight.”

"Nothing's going to go wrong."

He makes to take your book from your hands, and you hesitate. He only laughs, promising that it isn't going far, and slips it onto your crowded bookcase with gentle hands.

Gentle hands that soon reach for yours.

The touch takes you by surprise, but it's welcome. His hands are soft and warm, and they envelop yours. Now he has to be able to feel your racing pulse, surely. There's no way he can't.

"(name)..." He pauses, looking away from you for a moment. When his gaze returns, it's soft, nervous, even, and you find yourself transfixed, unable to look away. "I've been trying to tell you this for a few weeks now, but I couldn't - I couldn't figure out the words, so I resorted to other things. Making your tea in the mornings, asking you to come along with me on errands."

Bright, beautiful hope flickers in your chest, and this time you don't push it down. This time, you nurture it, letting it bring a small smile to your lips. Lockwood sees it, and he straightens a little with confidence. Not much, nowhere near as confident as he usually seems, but it keeps him speaking.

"Ever since you walked through the front door for your interview, I've never stopped thinking of you. Day and night, you're on my mind. The way you scrunch your nose when you're listening for Visitors, or how you become entirely unreachable when you read. How I can ask you anything, and you know the answer to it almost immediately."

His hands are shaking a little bit. You squeeze them softly.

"I like the way you smile, and how happy you are when I remember your order for Arif's. Most of all, I like -"

He's struggling with the words.

"Are you trying to say you like me?"

Part of you doesn't believe it. How could he? He's Anthony Lockwood, a boy from the city who owns his own company that breaks how the system of ghost-hunting works by simply having him be in charge. And you? You're a girl from some tiny town, a nobody whose only virtues are being relatively smart and being able to hear ghosts, though not on a grand scale. In reality, your paths would never have crossed if not for you finding a little clipping in the newspaper advertising for an agent.

So how could he like you? With his admirable Sight, the confidence that you always lack, the charm that could be used to entrance any girl he could ever so wish?

But here he stands, so close to you with shaky hands and faltering words, looking at you as if you've been placed here by some otherworldly forces solely for the purpose of enchanting him. He looks at you as if you're more than you really are, like someone a person could love and cherish.

"No," he says.

And your heart sinks all the way down to the floor, followed by your eyes. Your hands slacken in his, and your skin feels hot with embarrassment. You dread to think of how red you've become, and you turn your face away from him, instead looking at the book he gifted you. Were you stupid for hoping it meant more? Probably.

"I love you."

Three words. Three simple words that have your gaze snapping back to his, your heart rushing to your throat, and your hands tensing all at the same time. Three simple words that spark a blazing fire inside your chest. But, still, there's an ache in your throat.

"Don't kid with me, Lockwood."

His eyes are completely sincere, crinkled slightly with humour. "I'm not."

"You're about to laugh."

"Only because you're funny."

"I -" Your hands slip from his, and you brush your hair out of your face, faltering back a step. "You're being serious?"

With slightly pink cheeks and an almost shy smile, he says, "I am. I wouldn't joke about this, (name)."

"You - You love me? Why?"

"Didn't you listen to that long spiel I just had?" Once more, he takes a step closer. Then another until he's standing even closer than before, close enough that you can feel his breaths ruffling your hair slightly. "Because you're you. Because I admire and adore every single part of and about you."

You have to tilt your head to look at him with him being so close. "Have you hit your head recently?"

"If I have, and this is a dream, then I'm glad you're the girl of my dreams."

"Girl in your dreams," you correct quietly, halfheartedly.

Lockwood smiles. "I love that about you, too. That incessant need to correct me on anything I say."

"Someone's got to."

"Okay, well, correct me if I'm wrong, but would I be right in assuming that you feel the same?"

The words catch in your throat, but you nod regardless, smiling when his smile melts into his wide grin. This grin, it isn't the newspaper one. The infamous Lockwood Grin. This is only for you, something for you both to share solely between yourselves, and it's something you feel eternally grateful for being able to see, never mind be the cause of.

"Fantastic," he says, "because there's something I've been wanting to do for what feels like a lifetime now."

Your voice comes out shaky. "Would it perhaps involve kissing me?"

It does, apparently, because he leans closer until your faces are almost touching. His hands cup your face so gently it's as if they've been created from the air itself, but he waits, searching your eyes for any hesitation or rejection.

He never finds it. When your face tilts in accordance with his, he takes his cue and presses his lips onto yours.

You've never kissed anyone before, so the feeling is surreal. It's as if the very world around you melts away into nothingness until all you're aware of is him and his hands on your face, yours on his chest, his lips on yours. By no means is the kiss long, but it feels like eternity in a single second. Everything feels right and perfect.

When he pulls away, you're a little lost for breath, but you smile at him nonetheless, egged on by his dazzling grin. His hands still cup your face, and you're still clutching the blazer at his chest, but neither of you makes to move. Not when this feels so right.

"I'd do that again," he says softly, "but we have a taxi to get in."

"Who cares? One more?"

And he obliges before taking your hand in his and leading you out of the room. All the while, you yourself grin. Maybe you should be hopeful more often.

[makeste]

BnHA Volume 35 - A Brief Reaction Journey

hello! so as mentioned in my last post, I’ve started catching up with the BnHA manga again FINALLY after almost two years, and have made it through a fair number of chapters so far! and since I’m not sure how long it will take me to actually post the corresponding liveblogs, I figured I’d make a couple of posts in the meantime to sort of preview my reaction journey thus far with some good old-fashioned OUT-OF-CONTEXT BULLET POINTS taken from my ramblings. originally I was going to make a single post for all 25 chapters I’ve read so far (up to 367), but I quickly realized that was waaaaay too ambitious lol. so for now it’s just this one, and I’ll put up the vol. 36 post probably tomorrow afternoon.

spoiler warning: just fyi, this post will obviously feature spoilers for chapters 342-350*, BUT it will also include some stray spoilers from chapters 362 and 403 as well, so just a heads up for that if you aren’t fully caught up!

*chapters 340 and 341 are not included because I've already posted full reaction posts for each one here and here, respectively.

Chapter 342

Endeavor being taller than Jeanist just feels so WRONG to me regardless of whether or not it is factually accurate. does this mean All Might is also taller than Jeanist?? I don’t want to live in a world where Best Jeanist has secretly been a perfectly normal sized person this entire time. someone please lie to me and tell me that he is tall

many thanks to Kacchan for inserting this small bit of levity into this scene which was otherwise well on its way to sending me into a SPIRAL OF FEELINGS, and in fact still is whenever I look at that panel of Deku with Eri and Kouta, and also that GODDAMN HUG WHERE HE AND INKO ARE BOTH CLEARLY AND PAINFULLY AWARE THAT THEY MIGHT NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN, AND IN THAT MOMENT THEY’RE JUST TRYING TO HOLD THE OTHER AS TIGHTLY AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE, AND SHE’S PRAYING TO WHATEVER DEITY IS OUT THERE THAT HE’LL COME BACK SAFE AND WHOLE, AND HE’S PRAYING THAT HIS MOM WILL BE ALL RIGHT EVEN IF HE DOESN’T COME BACK, AND NOT ALLOWING HIMSELF TO THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE ALREADY MISSES HER, BECAUSE HE CAN’T THINK LIKE THAT ANY MORE, BECAUSE THIS BOY IS FULLY GROWN NOW BECAUSE HE HAD TO BE, BECAUSE HE HAD NO CHOICE, AND I’M BOTH SO PROUD AND SO FUCKING SAD ABOUT IT AND I JUST NEED A MINUTE HERE ACTUALLY, OKAY!! OR FIVE MINUTES!!

LMAO WHAT AN AUSPICIOUS AND NOT-AT-ALL OMINOUSLY FOREBODING NAME. “hmmm what should we name our new class 1-A fortress?” “hmm well I was thinking maybe Troy, after the legendary city with the famously impenetrable walls, which to the best of my knowledge were never breached, or at least that’s what I assume since I never finished reading The Iliad! :) :) :) ...wait, why are you all looking at me like that. they didn’t actually breach them, right? guys? what happened to Troy? GUYS?”

I’m actually so proud of Deku because he’s come such a long way from the days when the mere CONCEPT of even TALKING to a girl was enough to floor him lol. but also I’m legit cracking up at he way he tried to segue into random small talk in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. gotta be smooth about it!! casual!! you can tell how casual they are because both of them are suddenly struck by the inexplicable urge to fuss with their hair!!

Horikoshi really said “FUCK YOUR SQUADS!! ...but if we had a Todosquad this is who would be in it I guess”

my god. between this and the OchaDeku conversation the villains truly do not stand a chance do they? and they don’t even know how screwed they are yet. REDEMPTION IS COMING!! IT’S KNOCKING ON THE DOOR, TRICK OR TREAT, Y’ALL READY FOR THIS

Chapter 343

so we’re opening with everyone’s favorite Guy With An Old Wad Of Chewing Gum For A Face, AFO!

did this son of a bitch kill Nao’s dad and steal his sexy lie-detector quirk??

sob AFO is all “can I have your son’s cell phone number please” and they’re all “SURE”

bonsoir little Yuuga

do. ...do you not actually know. was this meeting not prearranged. “why are you here Aoyama?” “why are you here, Deku?” truly, why are any of us here??

I’m sitting here trying to play the “guess which parts of this dialogue are real vs fake” game and coming up completely stumped on every single sentence

so Yuuga’s all “can you believe that even though the city of Musutafu is basically down to just U.A., a Dollar Tree, a couple of crumbling park benches, and one very determined Starbucks, we somehow still have functioning courts and lawyers?” I actually can’t believe that at all tbh. you’re telling me “it’s the fucking apocalypse” is still not a good enough excuse to get out of jury duty

damn, Aoyama out here with the trash talk and the ON YOUR LEFT?!

MONOMA??!?!?!?!

Chapter 344

“Eraser’s” plan, indeed. you dare say that right to Kaminari’s face

SHINSOU!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?

HEYA YOURSELF YOU HANDSOME KNAVE!! LOOK AT YOU!! fucking loving the costume my dude! pretty please tell us your hero name to go along with it. is it MindCraft. I think your hero name should be MindCraft. don’t look at me like that Shinsou we need more punny hero names in the world

“yes well you see, I couldn’t do it, so I learned how to do it.” great story Shinsou

the way he’s rubbing the back of his neck there. are we gonna get some real Monoma character development at long last. feels like it’s long overdue and I am thrilled. he’s such a great character and I feel like we’ve only barely scratched the surface of who he actually is as a person and as a hero

THE UNEXPECTED VLAD KING MENTORSHIP WITH THE ARM AROUND THE SHOULDERS?? he really needed that support. outwardly he’s always made a big show of wanting his turn in the spotlight and begrudging class A for stealing the scene at every turn. but how much of that is really just an act. some of it? most of it? maybe even close to all of it? because right now he suddenly seems so small and young here and really wishing he wasn’t in this unenviable position of being one of the many World’s Last Hopes who are all way too fucking young

did Mirko’s giant robot hand just grow into an EVEN GIANTER giant robot hand??

long beautiful flowing mermaid hair. sorry what was I saying I kind of spaced out there for a sec

YES, AFO, ALL OF THIS TO SPLIT YOU UP YOU STUPID MUSH HEAD. MAYBE IF YOU EVER ACTUALLY FINISHED A MANGA IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE YOU’D KNOW HOW A FINAL BATTLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE CONSTRUCTED. YOU MOLDY AVOCADO

Chapter 345

“no you don’t understand, we have so many sixteen-year-olds whose coattails we’re all hanging onto. we have sixteen-year-olds who can take over people’s minds. sixteen-year-olds who can create portals to warp you halfway around the world in an instant. and let’s not forget the sixteen-year-olds who can act their damn asses off. we have the best sixteen-year-olds in the world. our sixteen-year-olds are so much better than yours you fucking losers”

Deku I swear. if I’m about to discover that the reason you weren’t there to stop Kacchan from being literally, actually, canonically murdered is because your distracted ass got yoinked into the void by some no-name villain chucklefuck, I’m gonna...

don’t listen to him Aoyama you were magnificent. you were my favorite in all of the stage plays

BUT IS PHASE TWO SUPPOSED TO INVOLVE DEKU IN ANY WAY THOUGH??? HELLO??? IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME??? I’M FROM THE FUTURE AND THIS IS URGENT, PLEASE

“I fucked up Ochako, I fucked up so bad” omfg Deku

she doesn’t want to hurt you Deku she just wants to shower you in love. in her own special way. by stabbing you a lot

anyway have fun on this... tropical island??? I guess?? Kacchan will just have to hold down the fort in the meantime. which I’m sure will go absolutely fine

Chapter 346

“th-th-this is really bad, right?” yes Tamaki, yes it is. you’re stuck here on the Super Mega Ultra Radical Gnarly Cracked-Out Wonder Stage with Shigaraki Fucking Tomura and at least two of you are about to die and I’M NOT OKAY

so now we’re also getting this hilarious insight into the inner workings of the Mega Ultra Tremendous Stupendous Incredible Sky Coffin and it is truly, truly phenomenal

Horikoshi stop taking my sarcastic jibes and owning them completely challenge!! all the best sixteen-year-olds. all the finest greatest Hyper Ultra Sparkle Glimmer Wonder Battle Stages

this is genuinely one of the boldest lampshading efforts I have ever seen in fiction you guys

“yes, we acknowledge that this does indeed seem impossible to have pulled off, BUT have you considered that, fucking quirks though???? AND THAT THEY ARE, AS THE KIDS SAY, WILD??”

Chapter 347

lmao they’re shouting at Monoma accusingly and he’s all “I’M HAVEN’T BLINKED AT ALL YOU GUYS I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU”

don’t mind him, he’s just out here growing out his hideously malformed hands and fingers endlessly from every part of his body, normally, as one does. nothing quirk-related about it. anyone could do this if they simply exercise and maintain a balanced diet. this 100% is not a quirk y’all it’s just essential oils

SUDDEN MONOMA FEELS DELIVERED TO MY DOORSTEP???

awwww. the way he’s almost panicked, frantically wondering if he somehow fucked the quirk up and desperate for Aizawa to believe him that he’s trying his best. and Aizawa quick to reassure him. this kid is so desperate for approval. and unapologetically careening his way onto my top ten character list, welcome dear boy

so that’s that. see you in two years Deku. his last words spoken out loud to Kacchan were, and I quote, “wha --”

Aizawa is so hopelessly impossibly hot at all times and I don’t know how the universe can handle his existence. he’s even doing it without activating his quirk now. no ponytails or anything. just an eyepatch and a dream

don’t mind me, I’m just out here doing literal algebra to figure out how long it would take Deku to get back here if he traveled at the same speed as All Might did in chapter 90 (30 seconds per 5km, apparently). about 20 minutes, give or take. well shit. hopefully he’s a little faster than Kamino-era All Might was, especially since he can fly and has that Fa Jin shit too. or maybe Rody can fly him lmao. or S&S’s hot fighter pilot boyfriend

“what’d Sensei say, Deku?” “he said no, looks like I gotta uber. can I borrow your credit card, I promise I will venmo you back”

unfortunately for Deku he does not realize he’s accidentally gotten himself caught up in what will undoubtedly end up being the most erotic and bisexual of the various final battles

can’t believe Deku has like 6 love interests and out of all of them, Toga is the first one who actually asks him out. good for you girl. gotta shoot your shot

Chapter 348

FELLAS IS IT GAY TO BREAK OUT INTO TERRIFIED BEN DAY DOTS BECAUSE A GIRL EXPRESSED HER CARNAL INTEREST IN YOU????

anyway so since Deku apparently doesn’t understand how romance works either, he’s trying his best to give an actual response by recontextualizing all of this in terms of the one big thing he does understand: All Might

you’re telling me you never wanted to stab All Might to death and then turn into him?? wow I just can’t believe it

but also... okay lol. so I was thinking about this sarcastically, but was then struck by the very unironic thought that there sorta kinda is someone whom Deku does, both consciously and subconsciously, try to be like, and who he also kinda does apparently share the same heart and mind as. at least if chapter 403 is anything to go by lol. soooooooo. huh

god damn it Toga. absolutely none of what you’ve said or done here has been even the SLIGHTEST BIT reasonable. you can’t just tell someone you want to stab them and be their girlfriend. and if and when they try to let you down easy by responding with the MOST THOUGHTFUL AND GENTLE REJECTION ANYONE COULD EVER POSSIBLY MAKE UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES, because they’re actually the WORLD’S NICEST MAN, you can’t just respond by doing whatever it is you’re presumably about to do, which I’m guessing is gonna be really violent and unhinged

so Ochako is all “ever since we fought last time I’ve been thinking about you a lot!” and Toga is all “are you serious, YOU broke up with ME bitch” and now she’s standing behind her with a knife

“she’s the least predictable of our opponents” YEAH NO KIDDING LOL

“everyone knows that Toga is actually Ochako’s villain, like ffs Deku you haven’t even interacted with her since the Provisional Exam arc.” Deku they’re 100% right and you’re looking more and more the fool with each passing second

well all right lol. twenty minutes to get back to Musutafu. let’s just hope he doesn’t run into any traffic on the way

Chapter 349

what the fuck is OFA Dos’s quirk exactly and are we ever gonna get to it before I literally die of old age. at this point there’s gotta be a reason why he’s not using it, right?? so what’s the deal there? does he still somehow not know how? is it too dangerous? and I really need to know why II has the Bakugou gauntlets. tell me this isn’t one of the things we’re still waiting on answers for two years down the line because I swear to god I will cry

anyway so Deku’s saying he’s doing his best but he’s still “too slow”. WELL THEN MAYBE IT’S THAT TIME?? DEKU?? WHAT DO YOU SAY

NO FUCKING WAY LOL, CAN IT REALLY BE THAT EASY??!

OH WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK YOU NOT!CCHAN LOL YOU’RE JUST HERE TO COCKBLOCK HIM?

fuck. so has he used it since then?? is he gonna use it finally now that Kacchan’s alive and well again?? oh my god I need to shut up and stop asking questions and just keep reading. fuck

wow so Dabi’s literally just burning the All Might statue while he stalls for time trying to figure out how to beat his OP little brother who was literally engineered to be better than him sob. out of all the villains he’s probably the most screwed right now isn’t he

starting to get an inkling Dabi’s not happy that he doesn’t actually get to fight Endeavor. getting some subtle hints here and there that he might actually be upset about that

apparently wanting to fight Dabi and stop him from helping to destroy the world makes Shouto a pawn. wake up Shouto. stop being such a sheep, Shouto. can’t you see that saving the world is exactly what Endeavor wants you to do???!

this is just going to be seventeen chapters of Dabi talking about nonsense while they both stand around progressively getting hotter both literally and metaphorically isn’t it

Chapter 350

OH SNAP. [SLAMS HAND ON TABLE] HERE WE GO. IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME

well, well, well. to the surprise of absolutely no one. the real one who was responsible for everything this whole time

but I just have to pause real quick before we continue. because it absolutely cannot be a coincidence that AFO just happened to be there once again. just waiting in the shadows to magically swoop in the minute disaster strikes. and so, just like with baby Tenko, this immediately makes me suspect that Touya burning himself alive was not in fact a training accident at all. which is something I did not expect, and which, just. fuck, fuck, FUCK AFO. fuck this guy.

looks like the children's ward of a hospital?? wait, what??

how the fuck is he still so adorable. when exactly did the transition take place between adorable and sexily unhinged. right now Todoroki Touya still looks to be the absolute most adorable child on the planet

I miscalculated. I was not emotionally prepared to handle this chapter right now. I should not have clicked

really love to see that Touya didn’t just cave right away. wouldn’t have felt right, ngl. just doesn’t fit in with what we know about his character

oh shit wait we’re cutting back to Dabi talking to Shouto and he says he did come back home??

fucking why. goddammit what the hell. why is this the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever read. LOVE HIM!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! just love him, please. literally all he has ever wanted!!

JESUS. I HATE THIS. I am so upset right now. out of all of the horrific and traumatic and terrible, awful things that have happened to BnHA characters in their flashbacks, the thing that hits me the most out of all of them is this one image of a sixteen-year-old boy standing before an altar, with his family very much alive and standing RIGHT FUCKING THERE IN THE NEXT ROOM, and yet somehow feeling more alone than he’s ever been. so alone he literally gives up all hope in this one moment. my god I feel all of it and it’s so fucking devastating I keep having to stop typing so I don’t completely break down sobbing

well damn. after a rush of 15 and 13-page chapters, which were all admittedly appreciated by me in my race to catch up to Light Fades to Rain before this coming Friday, Horikoshi finishes up the volume with one hell of a 17 page finale. once again the Tododrama delivers. this was fucking phenomenal

[copperpaulie]

"Take one step, and I will keep you forever." CHAPTER 1 Word count: 6.6k Abby x fem!reader SYNOPSIS:

Flawed, confused, scared. We're human after all. You, the character, and Abby share something that was lost a few years back, a friend and a father. You looked up to your mentor considering you were all alone, and the fireflies were kind enough to give you a place to stay. When he was gone, part of you shattered, and so did Abby. Although both of you haven't formally met before the incident at Jackson, you both share something: loss. But you had different ways to express it. Fast forward to now, you guys grew closer, knowing each other a little more deeper, and intimate-- and maybe, just maybe, the feeling of loss fades away. Heavily based on the game, all characters except y/n belong to Naughty Dog's The Last of Us 2 TRIGGER WARNING! : Violence, language, mentions of death P.S.

English is so not my best language, and this is actually my first time writing... so, bear with me ahahahahaha.................

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SEATTLE - DAY 1

You wake up. Drenched. It's probably in sweat because of the humid air. But that was no excuse, you’re barely out of winter season. And as that thought drops, the cold finally hits you and you feel your body shiver. You can never guess the reason for the dampness whenever you're awake. Occasionally, it happens because of that darn dream that has invaded your thoughts ever since that incident. But whatever, let’s just pay it no mind. It already happened, and you're fully aware that you couldn't reverse it, even if you wanted to.

Now that you're wide awake, you can see the figure just opposite in your bed: Abby Anderson. Sitting.. no, sleeping on your couch in a painful hunched position that you even wince at the thought of the discomfort. As you move your way to lightly wake her up, A knock is heard at your room.

"'Ello, you guys in there?" That rough, foreign twang outside the door was not unfamiliar to you.

"Just a second..." You walk towards the door and get yourself greeted by someone who clearly just had the time of his life last night. You steal a sneaky glance at his neck and cringe.

"Dude, seriously?" You scoff with unbelief.

Manny raises a brow and scoffs back ... with more sass than you. "What?"

"Do you seriously have to show that thing as if it's a badge?" You glare at the reddish dot near his collar.

Manny scoffs and smugs, even more giddy than earlier. "Maybe you too, can get yourself this kind of treatment," Manny lightly bumps you on your right shoulder, before leaning his head deeper in the room to find something... or someone.

"Oh, there she is," Manny laughs, and you turn your head to look at the frozen figure. You look back at Manny to ask, "You here to pick her up?" Manny nods and walks past you, "Abby-"The brawny woman shocks herself up, knuckles clenched, almost as if she's ready to fight the man just before her. "Yo easy," Manny eased her, and Abby's raised hand just a moment ago reached her temple past her hair.

You knit your brows, worried. "Hey Abs, you good?" You walk to her and place your cold palm on her shoulder, causing her body to jolt and look in your direction, she sighs- a little painfully, and smiles, "Yeah.. just.." she brings herself up and winces at the new position she just did after a few hours of hunching in her sleep. She clears her throat, "What's up?"

Manny scans Abby's composure and replies "I've been searching everywhere for you. we're being called up, Isaac wants you at the front." Abby frowns and scowls "What... you serious?"

"'Afraid so, we should hustle." Manny shrugs and stifles a chuckle, observing the woman's expression that suggests she's on the verge of throwing a fit. Abby takes a glance at you and back to Manny. "We're leaving now?" She exclaims, almost as if she's whining. But, she won't allow you to see her do that. Not in a million years. "Yes, vamonos"

"Hey-" you cut in, "Am I also called?" Manny takes a while to comprehend what you meant and shakes his head. "Ah, sorry... Isaac only told me to give the word to Abby." With a disappointed yet still calm demeanor, you sigh and offer a smile.

Abby notices and places a soft grip on Manny's arm. "Hey, let her join." Manny shrugs nonchalantly, his tone casual as he responds, "Okay, fine by me."

Abby lifts herself from the embrace of the dusty leather couch and begins walking to the door. At the same time, you walk back to your unmade bed. She winces, her hand instinctively reaching for the area of discomfort at her neck. "Fuck, my neck." Manny hears that as a realization dawns on him, and turns around to face her. "Hey, thanks for giving me the room last night." Abby's lips form a smirk, releasing a chuckle, "Yeah, who was it this time? that... cook chick?""Nah- the weather chick." Manny replies, "She's down from the mountain."

"ohh... the scientist, nice." Abby laughs, her voice still showing a hint of drowsiness. "Eh, she's a little too excited about her job... talked my ear off about some storm and.. I dunno." Abby steals another glance at you, but this time she takes her time. You notice, but you got used to it, so it doesn't really bother you. You laugh at Manny and rest a hand on your hip. "Worth it, though?" And all Manny could reply to was hold an okay gesture on his hand and say, "Oh... absolutely. I can die happy now."

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On your way to the cafeteria, Manny puts his palm on Abby's shoulder, telling both of you that he'll check up on his dad. "Grab us some food?" Abby nods, "Yeah. On it." Manny turns to us whilst walking backward, "Get me something... con picante." Abby let out a scoff, "You get what you get."

Now it was just the two of you, an awkwardness filling the cold air. Luckily, Abby gets to be the one to break that. "Hey, so about last night..." You turn your head towards Abby, emitting a soft hum. "I just... wanna thank you for letting me crash in your place." she scratches her neck awkwardly, "You know Manny can be ... very inviting sometimes." Of course, you don't mind her staying the night-- but you do feel guilty that you let her sleep on the couch. "It's okay, you should've told me earlier. I would have prepared a spot to sleep for you." She stops, and so you just follow her lead. Abby moves closer, her steps producing a faint sound, and her blinking falters momentarily, lips forming a smirk, "So, I can stay as many times as I want...?" And that once cool demeanor that you held broke down. "W-wait what?? I mean- You cough, sure- no problem." Abby smiles, and a playful glint in her eyes appears, flashing a mischievous... yet rather gorgeou--

"Nice to see you too, Abby." Abby stops in her steps and turns to the figure right beside the both of you. "Oh shit, Jordan. I didn't see you there." A...nd this was now your chance to have a moment for yourself, you tap on Abby's shoulder to excuse yourself. "I'll excuse myself." Abby smiles and mouths a "Find Manny", before continuing her conversation with Jordan.

You navigate through the crowd, leading yourself past the bustling crowd until you spot Manny and Mr. Alvarez engaged in conversation. Catching their attention, you let out a soft smile in their direction. You walk up to them not long after you feel soft fingers linger in your locks. You jolt, and turn to your left... and to your right, you feel a tingle inside you. "Abby? That was quick." Abby chuckles and drops the hand on your hair and shrugs, "It was a quick chat- Hey, sir." She leans her body beside Mr. Alvarez.

"Ah... Abby!... and...?"

"Good mornin', sir." You maintain a smile, though a little hurt at your pride as Mr. Alvarez fails to acknowledge you, despite meeting each other often.

"How are you feeling?" Abby interrupts, thank God. It was awkward. "Fantas-tic. Would you please tell him to get rid of this?" Mr. Alvarez frowns, pointing his hands to Manny's dreadful beard.

Abby groans, "I've tried." Manny lights up in disbelief, both his hands in the air, "I look good" He says, convincing the people that it is. Truth is, it's not. "Te ves horrible." Mr. Alvarez grunts. Manny looks at his father and then at the both of you. "Bueno. We have to head out.""Keep him safe!" The aged man lets out a soft cry. Abby places her palm on Mr. Alvarez's shoulder, "For you, I will."

Abby, you and Manny walk your way to the queue, and you ask someone, "Hey, what are they serving today?"

"Burritos. Again."

"Okay..." You whisper, before following the line. Manny shouts your name, catching your attention. You look at his direction and see him cut in, first in line. "Hey, what are you doing?" He turns, to the worker to ask for four burritos. His behavior stoked anger in the queue, with some even openly expressing their frustration, and hurling insults at him. Feeling embarrassed, you approach him with your head hung low, unsure of how to deal with the awkwardness that hangs between your friend and the crowd. Abby, too, had a hard time dealing with both.

"Why do you have four? Put one back." Abby's voice cuts through the tension, her tone firm. "Now... Don't freak out, Mel's coming with us." You observe Abby's reaction. She lets out a huge sigh and frowns. You knew the relationship between Mel and her, and all you can describe it is. 'complex'. You can sense unspoken things between both of them, even from afar. But maybe getting the chance of seeing it up close, might help you understand... or even understand more of what you think of Abby. Even with her visible frustration, she keeps her thoughts guarded, leaving you to wonder what she thinks.

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After a quick walk to Abby's room, Manny suggests he grab Mel, Leaving just the two of you... again. Huh, you can never get Abby alone with you, not since what happened in Jackson. She was always occupied with either her assignments, mission, or Owen. But now, it's like you can get to know her deeper, with her hands completely... maybe not so completely, but she's free. You walk into the room, and Abby follows you as she closes the door. You let your eyes wander to the view before her room... and to that flashy bra just hanging by the rail. Abby also notices, walking towards the lingerie. "Scientist, huh?" She looks at you, with a playful smirk, before throwing it to her farthest left. "You know, I never seemed to notice you often... y'know, before you helped me out in Jackson." Her smile stutters, but she maintains her composure, although instead of a heartfelt smile, you see something that's a little forced. "Thanks, for that by the way."

You mirror her smile, "Yeah. I don't notice you that much either, glad we met. I enjoy your company."

Liar. You always notice her. 2 years ago, you creepily checked her schedule just to 'coincidentally' see her work. But of course, like you always tell yourself, 'I'm over that'. In all honesty, you never knew what made Abby so... intriguing. You can think of a lot of things that made her charming, but you're still stumped on how you got yourself fixated on her.

Abby beams a little after you spoke, she even hums a little as she descends the short stairs, her footsteps almost making a tune against the floor, as she makes her way to retrieve her backpack. "Hey-"

"Knock knock", Manny gets in the room, with Mel following behind him. "Ready to roll?"

"Yeah, just about." Abby glances at them before she goes back to looking at you, and returns from stuffing her stuff in her pack. Manny and Mel go down the stairs and approach Abby and you, the woman on your side offers a slight smile, not too welcoming, but not too hostile either. "Hi", She says to Mel. "Hey. And you, what's up?" Mel smiles, making a tired wave with her hand.

You shrug, "Nothing special."

"They actually cleared you for active duty." Abby picks herself up as she puts on her backpack.

"Barely", Mel chuckles, holding her protruded belly with a barely loose blouse. "You can probably get a stay if you ask," Abby says with a nonchalant tone.

"I'd rather not sit around if I don't have to." Manny and you, observe the scene unfold from the sidelines, your arms crossed in silence as you take in the awkward interactions before you.

"And Owen's okay with this?""Why would it be up to Owen?... Mel's brows furrow, We need to grab Alice on our way."

Mel's step pivots, walking towards the other door on the right.

What um... What a conversation. Abby had so much to say about Mel on our way to her room, but now it felt like she was a different person.

You and Manny approach Abby, clearly dumbfounded. "Hey," Manny leans in, and so do you, "Do better.".

Abby lets out a scoff and pushes both of you with barely enough strength. Manny and you laugh as you both follow Mel outside.

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"Alice takes shotgun!" Manny claims, "Mel's pregnant!" Abby retorts.

"She could use the fresh air! give you two a chance to talk."

an exasperated sigh escapes Abby's lips, as she reaches out a hand to you to support you from getting in the truck.

"Real subtle, Manny," she remarks with a hint of sarcasm, her frustration evident in her tone. You sense that you stay out of this, so you stop yourself from getting in the truck any deeper. "Maybe I can go with you guys next time." You smile, and Abby isn't very happy with that. Her brows furrowed with concern, silently urging you to stay. Gripping your hand a little tightly, she mouths, "Don't leave me". A very sorry sight you think to yourself... so, you sigh.

"But if... you guys don't mind..."

"Not at all." Mel swiftly responds, perhaps she's sensing the tension between her and Abby and just simply does not prefer to engage in any conversation with her at the moment. Abby pulls you up to the back of the truck, your steps almost wavering from the sudden force, But you managed to get on the cargo bed with no sign of embarrassment, Abby took part in making sure that didn't happen. ☆-☆

A few minutes pass, and Mel and Abby share conversations, you are sitting beside Abby, and Mel is just in front of you. Talking about Abby's difficulty getting herself to sleep soundly, you look at her out of worry, and she notices. She clears her thoughts and dismisses the topic by telling her she'll wear herself out by extra assignments, Mel murmurs something, and the both of you ask about it out of curiosity. Mel didn't light up the topic and simply resumed the few minutes of silence.

"What did you mean about me and Owen?"

"Um... Mel fidgets around before continuing, Haven't seen him in like two weeks." She clicks her tongue and leans a bit more towards the both of us. "He keeps picking up open assignments. Has he talked to you, did he say anything?"

It feels as if Mel's pride was hurt for having to ask the 'ex-girlfriend' how her partner could be doing well. You notice, but it's not like you can do anything to help. "No, we're still not-- I mean, I've seen him in the mess hall but... we walk around each other."

"Jackson shook him, you know, I wouldn't read too much into it."

And just after that, a gunshot fires below the cargo bed, its echo chilling the air. Instinctively, everyone from the back ducked, and Abby's palm landed on your head. "Kill the wolves!" One of the seraphites screamed, "They were waiting for us!" You cried, swiftly grabbing your weapon at your side. You manage to fire a shot, though with difficulty as you struggle against the jolting of the truck. Still, you managed to take out two. Abby took out the last one. But unknowingly, Manny drove straight to seraphite territory, greeting another batch of enemies. One of them from the top of a rustic vehicle, managed to throw out a Molotov cocktail straight to Manny's viewpoint. "I can't see!" He cries, steering the wheel rapidly in an unknown movement.

"Manny!" Abby screams, as Manny manages to avert the disaster... with even more disaster, by steering the wheel to the woods. With effort, you all disembark from the vehicle, surrounded by challenging terrain. Mel winces as she adjusts herself, her strain evident as she carefully dismounts the truck. "You okay?" You look at Mel,

"Yeah! Yeah." Mel attempts to soothe you, tone gentle and reassuring, but the panic just earlier drowns out that effort.

"Fuckin' Scars," Manny spits out.

"How far are we from the FOB?""It's a hike," Mel replies, her breathing stuttering.

A seraphite's whistle can be heard from a distance. So you walk towards and into the mossy building. "we're too exposed, let's get inside.""Let's make sure this place is secure."

Now, after an almost terrifying experience, with Abby almost squished to death, though that wouldn't have been possible, the four of you managed to enter a somewhat... oasis, compared to the claustrophobic and did I mention dark area? "Manny," Abby calls, doing the best of her efforts to push the rustic gate blocked by a heavy object inside. Manny chips in and with much effort, they manage to open it. "Ladies first."

Mel gets into the narrow space, struggling. "Another month and I wouldn't fit through here."

"Go ahead, Abs."

Abby scoffs, "You said ladies first."

Manny laughs and proceeds to get in, "I like you, Abs."

Abby takes a look at you and smiles, you smile back and follow Manny along. Abby follows after you. "Abby, Mel says, roaming around the area, This reminds me of your dad's greenhouse." "Shouldn't, all these plants are alive."

Mel stifles an almost audible laugh, "Good point."

"You know what, Manny annoyingly cuts in, This is good... you two needed a bonding moment."In perfect unison, Abby and Mel tell Manny to "Shut up."

You glare and pinch Manny just slightly in the arm. He cries, "Ow!, it's working already!"Abby works her way up to an unstable pallet, and the rest of you follow suit, each step cautious.

"FOB's dead ahead", Abby looks at the remaining distance and Manny scans the area, "No Scars in sight."

"They're out there." Abby retaliates. "Yeah, you chip in. Let's keep moving."

You feel nostalgic, walking around the area, "Remember when we could pass through this area without getting jumped by Scars?"

Abby smiles, "Getting nostalgic about the truce? Easier days, huh?"

Manny interjects, "Too easy, we let our guard down... And they strung up an entire squad."

You scoff, "That was in retaliation to us shooting those kids..."

Manny raises both his hands, unapologetically, "Well, those 'kids' attacked our guys... what would you do?"

"I don't know, not riddle them with bullets?" Mel retorts, her words laced with defiance.

"I'd rather save our people."

You furrow your brows, "Manny, they're kids." and Mel continues, "It's not their fault."

"Not our fault either." You look at Abby, puzzled. You understand her behavior and her nature towards violence, but this? it felt overkill. "Those deaths are on them." Abby looks at you, confused-- as if she's not expecting you to react this way. "Okay." You scoff, simply avoiding a possible argument.

After a few minutes of purely roaming, Abby finds a possible way out. She holds the crank, and with difficulty, turns it around. The metal gate slowly pulls up, although the right moves. She stops.

"I'll hold it here, go!" Alice, Manny, and Mel swiftly get to the other side,

Manny hurries, "I'll brace it with something," But before you could make your way in, the crank that Abby held, breaks, causing you to bang your head. But luckily, you swiftly moved backward but... the pain already hit your head.

"Fuck!""Shit, sorry..." Abby approaches you

“You two okay?” Manny blurts out of concern. “Yeah. Crank broke.” Abby raises the detached crank and groans as she approaches you. 

You spot something from above and call Abby’s attention, “Look… a hatch.”

Abby looks from where you’re pointing, and she looks at the gate where Manny is behind. “Manny, just hang tight, we’re gonna find a way up to the roof.”

“Okay.”

Abby looks around to find a way up before she starts, “So, glad you hitched a ride with us?”

“Right, remind me to thank you for that one.” your voice lulls with sarcasm. Abby chuckles softly as she moves closer beside you, offering a subtle reassurance amidst the tension just earlier. But you continue, “I’m glad I’m here with you guys. I’d hate to hear you got in trouble and I couldn’t help.”

“I’m glad too… you, being here with us.” 

“Why? Because you don’t wanna talk to Mel?”  You tease playfully, making Abby scoff and playfully deny the implication, “No, not that. I enjoy your company. Much better than Manny, but– don’t tell him I said that.” your demeanor falters, replaced with an awkward composure as you avert her gaze. Abby stops on one of the crates, “Hey __, Lemme boost you up here. See if there’s something in that room.” You turn to her but not your eyes, 

“Hey, why have you been avoiding me?”

“What? I wasn’t avoiding you.” You feel taken aback by the sudden question. “Yeah but– before Jackson, you’ve barely said anything to me.”

You hung your head low, your composure gloomy than usual. “I guess, I just didn’t have that much courage that…” You dismiss yourself from explaining any further. You take a sympathetic look at her and take a deep breath. “I’m… sorry, for avoiding all of you. Wish I had the chance to get to know you guys better.”

“Do you think Joel deserved what he got?” 

You take in the expression she’s making. Her brows tense, eyes like she’s about to lure you in, and let her do anything she wants you to do. You click your tongue and stifle a confused chuckle, “I think he deserved worse, but… I regret taking part in it.” Abby takes a deep breath, and smiles bitterly, “I get it, what kind of person could do that, right?”

“I’m not saying that–”

“Let’s see a way to the hatch.” It seems as if it's now Abby’s turn to avoid your gaze. But something about her seemed so different, much different to when she was in Jackson. Anyway, she boosts you up and tries to find a way to the other side. 

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You and Abby make your way to the rooftop, a scary journey for Abby. 

“There they are. Abby points, Manny! Be right down.” 

You point out the tall building from the distance, “Look! FOB sweet FOB. Almost there.”“Bet we can cut through that railyard.”

“You wanna get off the roof first?” You tease. Abby takes a moment to look down and her breathing falters, “Please.”

You laugh, as you take in the unexpected sight of Abby being… vulnerable, especially up close. A rare moment that surprises and amuses you. You and Abby make your way towards the ladder. 

“Kind of hard to imagine you being afraid of anything.” 

“I’m not as fearless as you think” She replies, her voice a little unsteady. “Like, I could never do the surgery stuff you and Mel do… I’d be too freaked out about fucking it up.”

You chuckle, “You think I don’t feel the same way?”

“Well, for what it’s worth, my dad always said both of you were his best students.”

Your steps stutter, yet you continue. “He… did? …Don’t get my hopes up. ” You laugh, and she follows along.

“About time you two caught up!” Manny cries, his tone still playful.

Abby smiles, “Been quiet out here?”

“Yeah… I don’t like it.” “Well, we’re almost to the FOB,” Mel says, before leading the way towards the railway. 

“Man… When we get back home, Manny chimes, I’m gonna find a couch, watch a movie… And drink until I pass out.” Abby and Mel raise a brow. “Oh yeah? Which drink?”

“Which movie?”

Manny chuckles, “Strong questions. Movie’s the one with… eh, como se llama… The girl who rides the wolf.”

“Oh, I love that one,” Mel exclaims. 

“Oh, and the drink… My mezcal from the party last week.”

“Excuse me, Abby lets out a judgy tone, You mean, our mezcal?”

“Si, si… I’ll save some for you.”

“Okay, we’ll follow the tracks. That’ll get us back on the main road to the FOB.” You cut in, slowly leading your way deeper into its territory. 

Manny slowly takes his track as he follows you. “I don’t like this.”

“I know. Keep your eyes open.”

Just as you were about to get past the first cargo crate, you hear Seraphites having a conversation… and coincidentally, it's about the four of you. Your group resorted to having your faces drop down the mud, and hide in the blades of the tall grass, all so the group of Seraphites don’t notice you.

 Landing in the gas station, there wasn’t much grass or obstacle to hide yourselves from the enemy. Abby lands the first shot to a Seraphite, and the rest of the group resorts to using their ammos to pave their way to their destination. Lucky for you, a group of W.L.F trucks were patrolling around the area, and managed to spot you.

“Wait… I see Abby and the rest down there! Help them!” One of the people in the truck shouted. The four of you run your way to the vehicle all with a grunted effort to reach up to them. After the violence had died down, the three of you jumped on the back of the truck, swiftly driving away from the scene.

One W.L.F member curses his way through the pain, his hand all bleeding. 

“Hey, you okay?” Abby reaches out to him. 

“Let me see your hand.” Mel follows, immediately aiding the injured member.

As expected of Mel. You barely have any right to be jealous, as expected of the top medic of the W.L.F., she’s quick to put action whenever one gets injured. Back then when both of you were under Dr. Anderson's care, you always wondered when you could catch up to her, her skills in a scalpel are as swift as Abby’s hand in a knife. As you stare at her in awe, your eyes land on the bleeding behind that’s covered by her backpack.

“Mel, You spot, your back.”

Mel, with an effort, tries to look at the bleeding spot in her back, and you take the backpack off from her to check. Mel winces and you silently coo her. “Shit…” 

“I didn't even feel it,” Mel says, her tone making her words barely make any sense. You gently place your palm on Mel’s wounded back, applying pressure to prevent any further bleeding. Abby takes a glance at the two of you and the wounded man and looks at the men on the FOB gate tower. 

“Hey! We got two.” 

Your hands land on Mel’s shoulder, your movements careful and steady as you assist her in getting out of the truck. Abby takes Mel’s backpack and hands it to her. 

“Hey, you did alright back there.” 

Mel looks almost as if she’s shocked, and chuckles, “That was almost a compliment.”

Abby looks at you, taking a deep breath. 

“...Thanks, for helping me out there.” You click your tongue and playfully wink toward Abby, “No problem.” You waved your hand to Abby and Manny before getting into the building beside the gate. Alice almost attempts to jump out of the truck, but before she can do that, Mel stops her. “Stay, Alice.” 

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Just a few hours after staying in the FOB, Nora appears by your side. “Hey, you sleeping okay?” Surprisingly, Nora’s the only one you could talk to about your problem. She possesses a loyalty that I have never seen amongst other wolves, and whenever you express to her some… personal things, she’s open-minded and leaves no room for hesitation just to give you a harsh opinion. So, you tell her matters like this. “Still struggling, but I can sleep more soundly than usual.” You reply, your eyes glued to your patient. Nora draws closer to you, offering assistance in your procedure, “How have you been?”

“ … still sleepy.” 

Nora stifles a soft laugh before clearing her throat. “You’re talking to her.” 

“Who?”

“Abby.” 

Your lips form a faint laugh, “Why, does that seem like a bad thing?” 

“No, Abby’s just… not usually the type of person you’d approach. Especially after… that.”

You scoff and roll your eyes in response, “Thanks. You make it sound as if I’m avoiding her.” With the patient now stitched up, you make your way to the closest disposal bin.

“Everyone is just conflicted by what happened, and we didn’t know the situation could change. And yet … Abby is… still Abby,” Nora replies, her tone tensed up.

You take a deep breath and give yourself one look at Nora before you utter, “Abby’s adjusting, in fact– we all are. That shit that we pulled back in Jackson?--”

“Abby’s shit.” Nora cuts you off. Her stare as if it's almost like a glare,

“It was something I had never seen before. And I know, I dealt with scars before but not like we did to Joel. And we took part in that. I took part in that.” with deep breaths, your blinking stutters. “Sorry, I lashed out at you.”

“Hey–”

“I’m getting more antibiotics.” You crash out of the scene, your steps almost echoing the area. Just when you’re about to get in, a wolf approaches you. 

“Hey, medic. Mel there with you?” You pivot towards the direction, a single brow arched as if you challenge the man before you. 

“We need manpower, some of our people got ambushed in the woods. Just nearby.”“If they’re ‘just nearby’ why not just… pick them up?”

“... It’s a new assignment.”

Your hand rests firmly on your hip, you feel odd by how the man fidgets, but you dismiss it. “Mel’s injured, but I can take that assignment.”The man looks at you with skepticism, before simply accepting your offer, “We leave in a few minutes. Grab your pack.” 

You walk back to the tent, where Nora waits for you, her presence so sudden… it’s almost funny that it feels like an ambush.

“Let’s get ourselves a drink, after this.” She smiles, almost bitterly. You wince, and sighs, “I’m… I got an assignment. I’ll hurry, so… choose a good liquor for me.”Nora feels puzzled about the sentence, and she tries to call on it. “I don’t think anything is happening right now.” 

“I dunno, they say it’s a fresh assignment.”

  Tapping Nora’s shoulder, you smile before grabbing your backpack and moving your way out. 

–

“So, how much further?” By now, you can see the sun setting. One of them fidgets, and the other takes a good look at the person before him. 

“Almost there.”Groaning, you reply, “We’ve been ‘almost there’ three times now.” Just after a few minutes, you can hear a cry in pain in the distance. 

“They’re here.” You get out of the vehicle and follow the pair. In an auspicious terrain, the three of you enter a mossy sewer. There, you get yourself greeted with the element of surprise.

A Scar, someone aged. You see the person beside you with a clean buzz cut walk up to the old man and crouch down. “We brought help.”

Fuck. That’s all you could react to. Fuck. 

Sure, you can help the man but only if it were in a different situation, You’re under Isaac. And one thing you know about Isaac is that he is never sympathetic towards Scars. An even bigger bomb drops your train of thought that this was no mission, with Isaac and the rest completely unaware. 

The gravity of the situation sinks in, and you realize this situation is not as straightforward as it seems, Under Isaac’s command, you’re not allowed, and never allowed to pull this stunt: getting yourself involved with a Scar. Your morals weigh over your survival, but the one thing that you know about yourself is that your morals are more important than the rest of your priorities.

“Fuck, maybe you could have told me sooner that it was not ‘our people’ but after all, a Scar that is injured?” 

“You wouldn’t listen.” 

You almost retaliate, but you don’t continue. “What makes you think I won't report this to Isaac?”“We’ll kill you by then.”

Well, fuck. 

You groan and utter inaudible curses before walking towards the elder scar. “What’s wrong with him?” you examine his features, his complexion rather torn. “A gunshot hit him in the right in his stomach.” 

Your eyes notice the cloth stained with blood, the source of which seems to have originated from just below the man’s stomach. His breathing hitches, 

“Can’t you just tell the other Scar’s to get him?” 

“We tried, but they didn’t even look at him, and just started attacking us.”

“Why are you helping him?”

“...”

You press down firmly with your palm, halting the continuous loss of blood. What’s more, a sinking feeling washes over your stomach as you realize you don’t have enough medical supplies to help the aging man’s situation. With urgency, you grab a clean bandage and begin to push it through the open wound. The old man attempts to cry out in pain, but his state restricts him from letting out a scream. You stand up and look at both of the wolves.

“We need to give him proper medical help, I can’t help him with just a bunch of bandages and painkillers.”

The tattooed wolf pinches his nose, “Can’t you just do whatever you can?”

“His organs will shut down if I delay any more.” 

The man with a buzz cut inhales deeply and pats his pal’s shoulder. 

“We’ll go back to FOB and steal some things.” 

“Then you better fucking hurry if you want him alive.”

You quickly instruct the two boys on the specific materials needed for a proper procedure. 

They both nod and walk their way out of the sewer. “We’ll be back.” 

–

You sit on the ground, your gaze changing between the injured man and the exit to the sewer. The air feels like it's weighted, with guilt about listening to yourself and disobeying Isaac.

“Wh…ats your… na-me?” 

“___.”

The old man chuckles with great difficulty, his hitched coughs causing you to flinch and instinctively check up on him. 

Your palm lands on his forehead and the bandage. “... you’re cold.” 

“I’ll… b-e fi.ne.” 

“What happened to you?” 

The old man stares at the air, before telling. “Some man… helped me, from o-ne of your people.” Your brows furrow, head hung low. “He was… a..attacking the chi-ldren from our areas.. And stealing… our supplies.”

With a stuttered blinking, you blurt. “What happened to the man? That helped you.” He looks at you and you take in his current composure. So pale, cold sweats stem on his forehead, and his lips look as if it was about to rot. “Just as… the runt was about to shoot me… He shot him… And ran away.” 

“How did you meet the two of them?”

Both of you engulfed yourself in a conversation, in his words, despite the outward differences and opposing ideologies of both the Scars and the W.L.F., at their core, they are driven by the same desire for survival. Even more so, as you delve deeper into these conversations, you let yourself sink in, as if the person who was long gone, is the one you’re engaging with.

“I’ll do my best to take care of you, You hold his hand, You have my word.”

You take a moment to ponder before a rustling is heard outside. “We’re here.”

Your eyes light up and immediately run up to them. Snatching the supplies from the men’s hands, you begin the necessary procedure without hesitation. 

“You’re strong, sir.” You say you smile almost bitterly, “You’re doing a great job steadying yourself. You’ll be in my care now.”

He weakly smiles back at you, and it feels as if the world is in slow motion, your composure almost in a panic, yet you remain calm. 

Click. 

“What was that?” The man scans the area. He lets out an inaudible curse before he runs back inside. “Some of the infected fuckers walked into this area.”

Your brows furrow, eyes still landing on the man while you’re under process, “Take care of it, I’ll be fine.” 

Both of the wolves wet their way to deal with the situation outside, your heart beating so loud as if it’s about to burst in a second. The man groans with his eyes shut, and you coo at him. Assessing the further damage to his tissues, you feel as if your heart is about to drop. Delayed treatment, severe bleeding, and such an environment like this cannot help you with the old man's now even worse injury. 

 “You almost done there??” One of them shouts. “We need to move him somewhere else!” 

…

Now it seems so quiet.

Click.

You give yourself a quick look outside the area, and you’re met with fear. 

“Get out of here, now.” The man with a clean cut warns, holding his hand with the bite mark now stretched across his arm. 

Fuck. It’s either you carry the old man with you, or you leave the place alone. 

‘You’ve gotta be shitting me.’ With faltering steps, you lift the unconscious man into your arms, a weight being such a burden, that your legs buckle and struggle to stay put. 

‘I should exercise often…’ But when would that happen if you’re about to get yourself infected by cordyceps? You make your way out, slowly and steadily- minimizing any sound that might betray your survival of getting out of here alive. Murmuring soft apologies, you lay the man on your back before without any hesitation, breaking into a sprint, feet pounding with no sense of rhythm. A trail of the infected follows you, panic grips your heart as you glance behind: a hunger-driven pursuit of cordyceps, and the scent of blood lingering in the air. Suddenly, your foot catches on an unseen obstacle, causing you to tumble down into the depths of the forest. You slide uncontrollably, your arms now gripping the cold body. 

Is this how you meet your end? A question that flashes in your mind. 

A few seconds pass, and you hear nothing but distant clicks in your surroundings. Your vision lands on the frozen body lying on your arm. He looks peaceful, but you certainly aren't. As if hope still hasn’t died down, you repeatedly pat his cheeks, each touch colder and colder. You hear your heart pounding once more. Leaning close to the old man’s chest, hoping to hear any sign of life against the deafening silence. But nothing– no faint whisper of breathing, no reassuring rhythm of a heartbeat. Tears well up in your eyes as you repeat your actions, seeking relief. 

Reality sinks in— he’s gone. Deep down, you knew the odds were slim, but you clung to that fragile spark of hope, unwilling to accept what seemed to be impossible to avoid. Now, the harsh truth washes over you, coming down to disappointment towards yourself. Sobs become faint, each weight of grief making each breath a struggle. Clinging desperately to the clothes of what seemed to be a stone, gripping the fabric as if the body, will also fade away. 

What a fool to even think you could change the old man’s fate. 

After calming yourself down, you put him down, and slowly blanket the man with the wet earth, your fingertips seeking one last sign of solace. You slowly pick yourself up, and draw in the cool, damp air of the forest, allowing its soothing embrace to calm the turmoil within you. 

“...my backpack.” 

You curse, and make your way in an attempt to retrieve it. Intrigued by the distant voices, you take cautious steps toward the source. From there, you find yourself tangled in yet another difficult situation.

“Abby..???”

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[bookish-phile]

fourth wing in a nutshell (i think?)

“Stop letting fear leach into your voice,” Luca snaps from behind Rhiannon. “If the dragons think you’re a coward, you’ll be nothing but a name tomorrow.” “She says,” Ridoc narrates, “inducing more fear.”

“It’s been rather surprising to watch, actually.” “Happy to be your entertainment. I’m going to bed.”

“Hell yes!” Ridoc yells, hooting from the top. “That’s our girl!”

“Get on your back?” I repeat like a fucking parrot.

“You’re making us look bad. Stop it.”

“You will not fall. I will not allow it.” “You will trust me.”

“But…” I shake my head. “Dragons value strength and cunning and…ferocity in their riders.” None of which defines me. “Please, do tell me more about what I should value.”

“For the record, please tell me the name of the dragon who chose you.” I lift my chin. “Tairneanach.” “Pronunciation could use some work.” Tairn’s voice rumbles through my head.

I belong to Tairn and Andarna…and, in some really fucked-up way…Xaden.

Tell him to ease up on you.” “Tell him to mind his own business.”

“Tairn says if you harm me, he’ll burn you,” I say as dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he’s still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.

and it’s not like Liam here is sleeping in my bedroom.” “I mean, I’m not opposed—”

“Oh, are we telling dick jokes now?” Ridoc asks from Liam’s side. “Because my entire life has led up to this very moment.”

"..but Sgaeyl does whatever she wants, whenever she wants.."

“Are we on offense or defense?” I ask Xaden. “Little busy right now.” “Oh no, am I distracting you?” A smile curves my mouth. Shit, am I flirting? Maybe. Do I care? Oddly enough…no. “Yes.”

“What did she say?” Xaden asks, gripping my shoulders to steady me. Tairn growls and a puff of steam blasts us both. “I’d take your hands off the rider,” Sgaeyl warns.

“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.”

but it’s not his position that steals my breath. It’s the saddle strapped across his back that has me gawking. “I hear it’s all the fashion,” Tairn brags.

“Third-years are taught to build wards, and at this point in the year, they’re leaving anyway.” I shrug. “May as well send them early so they can be of use.” “Point fucking made.”

Dress uniforms only.” She lifts her brows at Ridoc. He shrugs. “What else would I be wearing?” “One never knows what you’ll come up with,” Devera says, dismissing us.

“So she’s grown quite close to him out of necessity.” Out of lust and need and the ache in my chest I’m terrified to define, but sure, necessity works.

“Then what made you even think that? Have to admit, it pissed me off. I’ve given you exactly zero reasons to think I’m in anyone else’s bed.”

anyway i almost forgot to post this and i also think no one actually read till the end bc i never read long posts so im gonna assume no one else does either

also these are just some stuff i found funny

[wuxianxkexing]

Mu Qing x Reader: Stop Fucking With My Cat Part 4

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Y/N stood bleary-eyed in front of the gates to Ling Wen's palace. A few of the early bird Heavenly Officials happily stood around talking to each other but Y/N absolutely wanted no part of it this early in the morning. She carefully kept her distance, not caring at all if the others found it rude. They were the rude ones for being so loud this early. Plus Mu Qing was also there in the very front of the line, though he wasn't really talking to anyone. Y/N wasn't really in the mood to get yelled at again. Last night Xie Lian had told her that Mu Qing's cultivation path valued purity over all else and that he probably hated her for putting that demonic collar on his cat. As if a collar that can allow cats to speak would turn a regular cat into a demon just because a demon wore it. But whatever, plenty of people didn't understand things like that. Besides, what pet owner in their right mind wouldn't want a pet that could talk back to them? It was a shame that the collar didn't work the way that Y/N wanted it to.

The crowd of waiting Heavenly Officials slowly grew larger as Y/N stole glances at Mu Qing. What a pain in the ass the entire thing was and yes, it was entirely her fault, but was it really /that/ bad? It's not like she was going to steal anything from his palace, and she had been playing with Echo for weeks. She only got bold enough to go into Mu Qing's garden because Echo would meow at her incessantly and walk back and forth until one day she followed him. He obviously wanted to play in the garden with her, and while they would always meet in front of Mu Qing's palace gates in the beginning it eventually became their ritual that Y/N would just go into the garden to find Echo whenever she passed by. It was like that cat had an extra sense and would come out meowing at her indignantly if she ever tried to pass by without saying hello. It was kind of weird actually, but also super cute. Y/N smiled and giggled to herself.

Unbeknownst to Y/N Mu Qing was also stealing glances at her. He frowned seeing her smile and giggle to herself. She didn't seem to feel guilty at all. Demonic cultivators were universally not morning people, preferring to operate at night and avoid the sun much like real demons. A side effect of their cultivation. But that explained why she was to the side underneath the shade of a tree even though she should be further up in line than she currently was. Several Heavenly Officials had already cut line in front of her. He tsked to himself. She was probably just trying to delay the inevitable. The doors to Ling Wen's palace finally opened and Mu Qing was the first to stroll inside. He rolled his eyes as he thought he would get his merits from her one way or another.

Y/N remained outside lost in thought, never realizing that the palace had finally opened. It wasn't until she felt a firm kick to her shin that she came back to reality with a startled frown and furrowed brows. The offender was none other than Mu Qing, who stood in front of her looming down with a cold expression. Y/N resisted the urge to slap him. He'd probably go crying to Ling Wen to make her owe even more merits to him. Instead she gave him a forced small smile and greeted him politely. "Good morning General Xuan Zhen."

"We have a mission together in the southeastern swamps." Y/N died on the inside but kept her expression blank.

"Oh, ok! What do we have to do?"

"There's a large village where an abnormal amount of children keep on disappearing into the swamps, never to be seen again. So far there have been 15 victims, all children old enough to know better than to wander too far. For some reason Ling Wen thinks that I need your help." Mu Qing rolled his eyes in disgust.

"She probably just wants you to train me." Y/N smiled and waved her hand in an attempt to placate him. "I am still rather new so she doesn't know exactly what I can and can't handle yet. Thank you for coming to assist me." Mu Qing rolled his eyes again. Obviously her attempt at flattery hadn't exactly hit the mark. Y/N was pretty sure that actually was the reason Ling Wen assigned them both to this mission but for some Mu Qing seemed to think otherwise. Y/N briefly wondered if maybe General Xuan Zhen wasn't as powerful as he was rumored to be, but quickly dismissed the thought. He must just have the habit of taking things the wrong way. With the length of time he has been in the Heaven's and the number of temples he has there is no way that General Xuan Zhen doesn't live up to his reputation. Humans are too fickle to continue to worship a God that doesn't deliver. "Well I'm ready when you are."

"Let's get this over with then." Mu Qing crossed his arms and scowled. He began to lead the way to the outskirts of heaven and Y/N followed quietly. Welp this is probably going to be a fun mission, Y/N thought as she silently rolled her eyes to herself.

What a bunch of bullshit, Mu Qing thought to himself as he paced ever faster to the outskirts. This brat owes me merits and yet I'm having to help her get them for me? What kind of sense does that even make? Fucking Ling Wen. He stopped abruptly at the end of the Heaven's and pointed downwards. "That is the place we are going." Y/N peered over the edge and confirmed the spot before jumping down. Mu Qing froze with his mouth agape and watched in horror as Y/N fell. Technically yes, that was one way to get down but what the fuck?! Heaven's help me, Mu Qing prayed desperately before drawing a teleportation array. He wasn't going to follow in that idiots path.

Mere seconds later Mu Qing appeared next to a bruised and battered Y/N who was laying like a dead person on the ground. Her robes were torn and dirty and bloody. "Have fun?" Mu Qing smirked. Y/N looked up at Mu Qing with an incredulous look. That bastard looked perfect! "We normally use teleportation arrays just so you know. No wonder Ling Wen wanted me to train you, but I'm afraid you might be untrainable since you apparently have no sense."

Y/N grunted as she struggled to right herself. Mu Qing merely watched her struggle with laughter in his eyes. What a gentleman, Y/N bitterly thought. After righting herself she examined the state of her robes. Her left sleeve had a long tear in it from getting caught on something during her descent and she had a few blood spatters from a shallow wound, but nothing too bad. Y/N was red from embarrassment. Xie Lian always jumped down from the Heaven's like that, he never told her that they could use teleportation arrays to descend! But she wasn't about to admit that to Mu Qing. "I'm alright, that was fun!" Y/N tried to sound like it actually was fun but she wasn't able to hide how bitter she actually was. Mu Qing snorted and began to walk away, leaving Y/N to painfully limp after him. Normally Mu Qing would be a bit more sympathetic but Y/N was a martial Goddess, she should be able to walk it off, plus she did it to herself. Like he expected after a few hundred yards Y/N's gait returned to normal and they quietly made their way to the village.

During her days as a cultivator Y/N became very used to striking up conversations with strangers to investigate incidents, so she was kind of miffed when Mu Qing cut her conversation with a middle aged street vendor selling radishes short and verbally ushered her along. As they made their way through the large village Mu Qing shut down every attempt she made to gather information. How were they supposed to solve these disappearances if she couldn't gather information? It was a struggle to keep her temper down. Even though Mu Qing was the leader of this mission and probably had a plan he didn't bother to inform her of them and Y/N was used to having free reign to do whatever she wanted. It would be one thing if he wanted to do the interrogating himself but he made no attempt to do so either. It felt to Y/N like they were goofing off on a stroll rather than taking their mission seriously. Y/N's mind went back to Mu Qing's previous comment 'For some reason Ling Wen thinks I need your help'. Maybe Mu Qing slacked off on missions and he did need her help to keep on track. It would make sense with the lie she told Ling Wen the day she first met Mu Qing. Y/N crossed her arms and sighed. She wasn't opposed to slacking off, but she also believed that they should do that /after/ they defeated whatever was plaguing this village. Lives were at stake, and more importantly the lives of innocent /children/ were at stake. She glared at Mu Qing, who apparently felt her disapproving stare because he turned around and glared right back at her. "What is your problem?" He demanded.

"When are we going to actually get started on this mission? We can look at the village after we defeat whatever is here. We need to start interrogating people here to figure out what is going on."

Mu Qing rolled his eyes. "We don't need to interrogate anyone. I have a temple here, all we need to do is go there and listen to the prayers from my followers for a while. It will be a lot more efficient than seeking out random people who may or may not know anything. My followers will naturally tell me everything that they know." Y/N's face lighted up at his explanation. Of course! She felt kind of bad for doubting him earlier. General Xuan Zhen was known to be very efficient.

"Oh! Where is your palace?"

"Not far from here." Mu Qing turned and continued to lead the way. They finally came to his palace on the outskirts of the village and Y/N was honestly kind of impressed. It was a very attractive looking palace and the statue inside looked exactly like him! Y/N herself didn't have any proper temples but instead numerous small shrines that people typically kept inside their homes for personal use. It was the way that demonic Gods and Goddesses were traditionally worshipped. Mu Qing commanded her to make herself invisible to mortals and Y/N complied. He sat himself down right in front of his statue, invisible to the eyes of mortals, and began listening to the numerous silent prayers of his worshippers. Y/N grew bored of standing there watching him so she began to wander around his temple, touching things that she probably shouldn't but they were all so pretty. Offerings of gold, incense and fruit filled this temple. Y/N was kind of jealous. His worshippers here even gave him pets that the temple housed and cared for, and once finding that Y/N didn't leave the area until Mu Qing came to find her. She was petting a pretty brown tabby cat when Mu Qing kneeled down and completely stole the attention of the cat. To mortal onlookers the cat probably looked like it was doing typical weird cat things, and a couple thought that the cat must be asking for pets and came to pet the cat as well, not knowing that their God was right there petting it with them. While petting the cat Mu Qing filled Y/N in on what he had discovered. The children who had went missing only had 3 things in common. They were all from impoverished families, they all loved the swamp, and they all disappeared somewhere in the north end. With this information they finally knew where to start looking!

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Here's the link for part 3!

[galesdevoteewife]

20 TAV/OC QUESTIONS

Please consider yourself tagged if you are interested in building these details for your tav/oc! Feel free to @ me as I would love to read them ///

Thanks so much for the tag from @anderwelt I am so glad you asked about my spider baby (ﾉω･､)

[ Slightly suggestive dark/sexual content warning, and her romanced companion is Gale ]

Zilvera, my spider baby, a Lolth-sworn Drow runaway, swords bard with rogue subclass, most loyal and devoted lover

I. what do they smell like at their freshest? (and/or after a tenday. your choice)

My Zilvera has very low HP and her life depends on stealthiness, so she has been extra careful to keep her scent subdued. She tries to stay as dry as possible and maybe applying some mixture paste of local plants.

II. what would their blood taste like to vampires?

Pure, cold, sharp, iced vodka. Comes with a soothing string that numbs emotions/pain/disgust/fear like tranquilizer.

III. how would they kiss their LI?

As a drow woman she has a mindset that she is expected to take the lead. She likes to gently kiss their eyebrows, forehead, cheeks, neck, carefully worshipping. If for lips, she prefers a soft, dry caress.

Unless she wants to build up tension, then there would be very long and persistent kisses involving tongues and teeth. She would aim to make her partner feels she is desperately craving them. She maintains a deliberate contrast between occasions, it’s her tease and give strategy.

IV. how do they sleep with their LI (what position, does one steal the blankets, is one too hot/cold, etc)?

Zilvera is the embodiment of paranoia. She trances in a sit-up, poised for action, with daggers and loaded light crossbows at her fingertips. She wouldn't allow anything to happen to her LI.

But she has a submissive kink. If she is too worn out she would seek shelter and comfort. Clinging to their arms, resting in the crook of their shoulder, cocoon herself tightly in a blanket—whatever the situation and her partner allows.

V. what does their tent area look like? where do they prefer to pitch their tent (next to water, covered on three sides, etc)?

Darkest spots away from everyone. Drow design, sun-blocking tent, and total darkness inside, faintly illuminated by Underdark mushrooms. She has her tiny mushroom garden in her tent.

VI. if they had a set of dnd dice, what would they look like?

With black silk string inside

VII. do they collect anything (gems, bottles, keys, etc)?

She collects intel—notes, journals, letters, poking into minds for secrets. She also gathers alchemy materials. After entering her relationship with Gale, she starts collecting music scores and cooking recipes.

VIII. if either, are they part of the astarion/gale book club (magic & literature) or the wyll/shadowheart book club (trashy romance novels)?

She likes educational books, especially those with pictures. Zilvera's education primarily focused on practical combat/ survival/ manipulation techniques and Lolth propaganda. She's an avid learner and she feels both excited and unsettled in this alien aboveground world, but she buries those feelings deeply and never shows them. She is trying to learn as much as she can, so she is actually grateful for Gale's oversharing.

IX. if they had to be put in a “get along shirt” with a companion, who would it be?

Ohh it'd be Minthara. Although they would team up and life-threaten whoever dared to force them into that shirt.

Zilvera's ego wouldn't allow her to give away even the slightest hint that SHE ENVIES HER. The daughter of the first house, a member of the royal family. Menzoberranzan is far behind, but she hates, HATES that the part of the urchin, the nobody in her still bends to authority. Minthara is everything a drow woman should be. She feels very uncomfortable whenever Minthara is teasing—or talking to, or looking at—Gale.

Note: I cheated so my playthrough had a full house companion with both Minthara and Halsin xD

X. do they prefer speak with dead or speak with animals?

She uses both all the time. But if she must choose, it would be speak with the dead, usually the information is more useful.

XI. what are their thoughts on clowns?

She doesn't get it at all xD Zilvera has a very dark sense of humor, mostly about sarcasm regarding tragedies or morals. Maybe only a killer clown would crack a smile to her face.

XII. their companions are gossiping about them behind their back! who is it and what are they saying?

Astarion would annoy Gale with hints and information as if he slept with Zilvera, although he didn't. In my world, Zilvera and Astarion sneak out together a lot after everyone else rests—for blood hunts, stealing, murdering, scouting—anything that risks disapproval from the good guys. He is just sowing discord for fun. Although they never share beds, he does know a ton about her, just as she knows him.

Jaheira/Karlach/Shadowheart would openly mock her obvious lovesickness.

Halsin is worrying about some of her self-destructive traits, and he tries to bring it up to Gale.

XIII. what makes them laugh? what does their laugh sound like?

Victory over worthy opponents, gaining powers: perks/powerful objects/exp/skills etc, successful tricky plans, and sarcastic stories make her laugh with a soft smirk. Something like Gale's "worth less than an adolescence handkerchief" comment on battlefield prayers would make her chuckle. Or Lae'zel's sudden loyalty to Orpheus right after she shakes off her queen's leash.

XIV. do they have any inside jokes among their companions?

Not really. Astarion would share quite a couple with her, but Zilvera only ever cares about Gale, then Astarion, then nobody. She doesn't care enough to make fun of anyone else.

Note: Just to make her narrative more dramatic, I like everybody xD

XV. what’s the description of their camp clothes in the inventory menu?

It bears the scars of numerous critical tears, yet it has been skillfully mended as if nothing ever happened.

XVI. what’s the description of their underwear in the inventory menu?

Silky, breathable Drow design with an abundance of strings. It leaves one wondering how to solve the ties to put it on—or take it off.

XVII. how do they celebrate their birthday?

She would laugh at the idea of celebrating such a day. In her mind, being born is the worst thing that could ever happen to a person.

Note: Lolth-sworn drows have a concept that they are born as Mother Lolth's meat, in life and in death.

XVIII. what modern day tv show would they binge over a weekend? do they get their LI to watch with them?

She would prefer artsy, poetic movies (mostly sad). She would cry to them, go to bed, and wake up with all the sentiments buried 9 layers deep in her heart. And no, she would never ever ask any soul to watch them with her; it's a moment that's most private to her.

Something like the movie "100 Yen love". Great movie by the way!

XIX. do you have a playlist for your tav? if so, what’s the title + description?

I don't. But I think Monsters (feat. Xeah) by Tommee Profitt is matching what I am picturing for her background.

Run away 'til I hear no sound/ Run away 'cause I have no choice/ Are we the hunters?/ Are we the hunted?/ Who can you trust? /Are you one of us?

XX. if you were to try pickpocketing them, what would they be carrying?

Zilvera keeps some jewelries and gems as an emergency fund, sewing them to the inner layer of her armor. These would be very difficult to steal. In her bags, she carries many types of arrows, potions, poisons (she favors Crawler Mucus), alchemy materials, poison/antidote-filled syringes, and pick lock/trap disarm tools.

If you've read all the way to here, both my spider baby and I love you ღ (´･ω･` ღ)

[prsk-krow]

Heya there! 🌻 anon here, here to make another request!

Can I get a (R)omantic Mafuyu x reader, where the reader just gives Mafuyu hugs in any literal random time; like the reader would just be spending time with Mafuyu. Then minutes later, the reader out of nowhere would just hug Mafuyu because they 'felt like doing that'

I have a lot of request ideas in mind but I really don't want to pile up your inbox haha..^^;

And again, please take your time while doing this request! don't rush yourself<3

That's all! I hope you're having a good day today, Krow!

Thank you!! ✮\(^o^)/✮

{Mafuyu with a reader that randomly hugs her!} [R]

Glad to see you once again, 🌻! Although it's me who left aha. Anyways, hope you're here to see this!

.‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿.

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Mafuyu has a tough time receiving affection of any kind. Her receptive senses have been dulled out so badly, that she hardly ever reacts to any small actions, and even some not as small ones. However, to say that she never reacts to anything would be a cruel understatement...

When you first hug her, the thing that mostly comes to her mind is confusion. Isn't hugging something you do when seeing your beloved other after a while? Or, before you leave? Or when you're feeling down? She doesn't really know how to react, and as a result it can be a bit awkward...

You always feel warm, although it may be because she's always cold. She steals your warmth without even realizing it, and sometimes she thinks that maybe this is the reason why you hug her? No, that wouldn't make much sense.

She then starts to ask for hugs from time to time, and to ask that you keep them as she tries to analyze what she's feeling whenever she feels your warm arms wrapping around her!

"Yeah, I'd like it again. I'm glad you don't mind doing it for me so many times. If it were Ena, she'd be complaining by now. But, I need to feel this. It's strange, peculiar. I've never felt quite like this before..."

It does feel a little cold whenever she doesn't hug back and simply stares down, and when she replies with a cold thanks when you let go, but you can see the gears turning inside her head whenever you do embrace her!

You eventually have to ask her, and she reveals that it's because she doesn't know how to comprehend and process feelings, and your hugs always bring her the same sort of sensation in her chest!

A sensation of lightness, as if an invisible weight vanishes, and she's suddenly sitting on clouds... As if there was a clog inside her that prevented her from breathing clearly, and she can now take in fresh, relaxing breaths...

Soon enough, you stop hugging her because of whatever, but instead to help her defrost her cold heart and allow this warmth to awaken a sense of happiness inside her! As any good partner should do for Mafuyu.

Ask her constantly, how does she feel? What does she feel inside her chest? Does her heart feel calm? Does she feel herself wanting these hugs? Does she feel like returning them would make her feel better?

At first, she'll definitely say I don't know a lot, but trust me, as she uses your questions to analyze herself more, she starts to realize how much she needs and seeks your comfort! And that's when it clicks!

"Com... Fort? Ah, I think I've heard of it. A way of helping your partner feel at ease and give them a sense of belonging by simple acts... I never would've expected it to work so well. It... Doesn't for everyone? Is that why it's for partners...? Hm. I think I'm starting to get it."

The first time you get to see her true smile after hugging her is quite a monumental achievement! Not only because you're actually managing to make her happy through hugs, but also because she knows why she's happy!

Eventually you also teach her how to hug back! She's pretty awkward at first, stiff and trying to imitate the ones she watches. She finds it a bit hard to simply relax when she does them...

It takes even more time for her to finally relax whenever she returns your affection, but when she does she starts to smile more often! You also have to make sure to praise her and keep up the questions, although less than before!

All in all, it may be tough at first to deal with Mafuyu's coldness to your touch. But if you power through, and if her feelings for you are true, it's a golden opportunity to bring light to her darkened heart!

[randomfanner]

Wyll + the Bitchest Bitch to ever Bitch out of the Bitch Plane of Existence SFW Headcanons

So I kept thinking Wyll was crashing my game whenever I talked to him after I rejected him at his dance cutscene. Turns out I just needed to power click x until whatever cutscene was supposed to play was skipped. Now I have Wyll back!

I probably would have done this sooner had it not been for that. He is the Sweetest Prince Charming

Also fuck Mizora. I hate Mizora. I really wish she would get the fuck out of my camp.

Wyll really likes to spar and just practice with wooden rapiers. No stakes, no life or death, just dueling with someone who he is closed to. He loves to teach the kids because it reminds him of that and when they are a bit older then the tiefling children were, he does like to duel the same way.

When he does spar with kids under less horrible circumstances he will play the roll of a big bad villain rather then the Mighty Blade of Frontiers. Of course let them skewer him in the end. Letting them learn and get the feeling of victory.

It feels like passing down lessons the way his father did to him. Wyll truly misses his father and spending time with him more than anything in the world.

If you offered to spar with him he would jump to his feet and he is so excited. He has an extra bit of showmanship, playing the role of a villain who wishes to steal a kiss. He may beat you, just so he may plunder his nefarious rewards.... if he may.

He likes to buy things for the party. His love language is gift and he gifts a lot when you all get back to Baldur's Gate. The shopping trip with Karlach and Astarion happens with Wyll and you if it happens because Wyll wants to buy everyone stuff.

It's a shame the money is pooled/managed by you but please let him take the lead it will make him so happy for this. When he does get money that is solely his he does spend it on everyone else(and fancy wines for himself but shush)

When things have fully calmed down, things have started to be rebuilt and Wyll is allowed to ask for a favor from his father. That favor being gold so he can treat you like the prince(ss) you are.

He will buy you anything you ask. Literally anything. He may also buy something nice for himself.

Before he could buy you things, he liked to bring you small trinkets and flowers he found. He would also buy some of the wines from the kids at Last Light to both encourage their business skills(especially with Rolan being an asshole) and to share with you for later.

He really likes to share his wine with you. It is one of his favorite things to bond with you once you get closer.

Wyll would love to carry you bridal style but unfortunately for our 8 strength friend that is not a realistic possibility on it's own. However Wyll is no strange to using extra forces to cover blind spots, and so he will drink a potion of giant strength to be able to whisk you away.

Now well Wyll is the sweetest man in the world he sometimes does have to deal with the fact he is a devil now. Well he himself has not changes, he may have some new habits he isn't expecting.

it is never anything bad of course. He gets things like wanting to rub his scent on you much like a cat, brushing his nose into your shoulder and giving you a small kiss. Bringing you a fresh blood, cute things he wouldn't have done before.

Also some slightly more territorial things than he would ever do normally... such as pulling you just a tiny bit closer to him. He doesn't even realize he doing it because he isn't a super jealous guy.

Oh he may also have other side effects of being a devil but that is for the NSFW headcanons.

Mizora constantly loves to try and give Wyll horrible, horrible relationship advice. When she is bothering you at camp she will just go to Wyll and tell him he should do things that count as devil courting rituals but to most humans are just attempts at murder.

Wyll of course ignores her and tries to get her to leave him alone, doesn't happen of course it is fucking Mizora. Out of spite he starts going over to court you in the most gentlemanly way possible, not listening to her advice at all.

Mizora also tries to give you unsolicited on what Wyll likes... and of course tries to sew any doubts she can about your relationship. Of course it is best to ignore her and if you can, give Wyll all the positive attention you can.

Mizora will also pop in or have some fiendish force pop up just fuck with any date Wyll may take you on. Perhaps a waiter spills soup in your lap because something tripped him, or maybe the waitress gets a bit bold and flirts with Wyll.

Mizora makes herself such a nuisance at every chance she gets.

[eridanidreams]

WIP Whenever/Textual Thursday

This is a side jaunt in the universe of stars through my fingers like grains of sand. It takes place sometime in 2312.

"C-12 isn't a stable enough genome," the first voice insisted. "C-13 and C-7 were much more suitable candidates—"

"Yes," said the second voice. "And look how well they turned out."

C-13 and C-7 had both disappeared a few weeks ago; the girl eavesdropping knew that much. She also knew that when people disappeared, they didn't come back. They—the two men discussing her own fate—were responsible, had done something. Another experiment. In her experience, 'experiment' meant "Dr. Reg is going to do something to us and see what happens." Sometimes those experiments were as small as changing the way they ate; other times… other times they got sick. And then they went away.

The girl knew she'd probably be in trouble if Dr. Reg caught her eavesdropping on him, but she didn't like what she'd been sensing from him. Impatient. Speculative. Whatever he had planned for her, she needed to know—before she ended up like her clone-sibs: dead… or worse.

"That's the unfortunate nature of experiments," Dr. Reg retorted. "Even under the best conditions, one cannot fully predict the outcome." She heard him stomping back and forth; the cold of his anger seeped into her even through the door. "Given the conditions that actually apply—I warned you of the potential impact."

The second voice was even colder, if that was possible. "Whatever you may think of Neon, it's the best site we currently have for the program as the political situation currently stands."

"Neon," Dr. Reg sneered. "Freestar Collective. Their precious capital city still hasn't bothered to pave their own streets."

"Which," the second voice sounded bored, "is why you're not in Akila City. Neon's megacorps are technologically sophisticated enough that you should have no problem acquiring the hardware that you need, and morally bankrupt enough that they won't care where you come from so long as they can profit from it."

"Save for the fact that I'm spending two-thirds of the budget on security so those morally-bankrupt megacorps don't simply steal the work out from under us," Dr. Reg snapped.

"No," now the second voice sounded amused, "you're spending budget on security so the people from whom you stole your current line of research don't retrieve it with extreme prejudice. And while I admire your initiative, I simply can't allocate more funds to you right now. Nor, am I afraid, are we in a position to refresh the clone lines." The amusement disappeared, replaced by a bitter hate. "My enemies in the government were… proactive… in destroying the labs."

The sound of Dr. Reg's footsteps stopped; the girl shivered in time with his shock. "That's—you're telling me that C-12 is the last? The very last?"

"Indeed." The hate in the second voice was gone as if it had never existed. "Frankly, at this point, whether the program is a success or not is irrelevant. We certainly cannot use it to support the current administration."

"Then—what do we do?" Dr. Reg was close to panic; the girl was, too, but for different reasons. "We've invested too much in this project to simply quit!"

"Do not allow the fallacy of the sunken cost to blind you to the realities of the situation, Reginald." The girl wasn't fond of Dr. Reg sometimes, but she really hated the other man. "The program is ending, one way or another. The best way forward is to finalize the experiment on C-12. Whatever the outcome, the data will be useful when we are in a position to rebuild."

"C-12… the problem isn't just the stability of the genome. I have concerns about her psychological suitability, as well. She's… soft." Dr. Reg all but sneered the last word, and the girl had to fight down the desire to go in there and kick him in the goolies. Which would be temporarily satisfying, but would ruin all her careful preparations. Nor did she want to be actually noticed by the empty-voiced man. He scared her. "It would be better to simply adopt her out, monitor from a distance. We can easily pass her off as a war orphan."

"And, what, breed her?" the man sneered right back. "Even had we not engineered them to be sterile, the non-human genomic inclusions would ensure it. No. My daughter was also 'soft'," he added dismissively. "The war hardened her up sufficiently. Should C-12 survive the initial surgery, we have ways to insure that she will be as 'hard' as necessary." There was a pause. "And genomic stability aside, her empathic potential is the highest of the C-line."

"Well… that is true…" Whatever else the man's contempt had done, it had shaken Dr. Reg out of being angry and into a more thoughtful mood. And while the girl could appreciate the relief from his anger, Dr. Reg was most dangerous when he was contemplative. "Failures or not, we learned a great deal from the last two. C-7, in particular, gave us valuable feedback. The neural amplification in the last revision was too… robust. The new implant prototype should be available within the next 48 hours."

"Good." A note of avarice entered the other man's voice. "Have you had any success in identifying the source of the amplifier?"

"No." Dr. Reg sounded just as disappointed. "My source is dead—found floating near one of the piers, half-eaten by chasmbass. Undoubtedly an assassination, but she covered her tracks well enough that I wasn't able to find out where she'd stolen it from."

"A pity. Well, you have your orders."

The girl heard the faint click of the connection ending, followed by Dr. Reg's savage mutter, "One of these days, Admiral, you'll give an order to the wrong person, and you'll be a dead man in truth." The satisfaction that rolled off him at the thought made her want to scrub her skin raw. She'd heard enough—she fled back to the sleeping quarters. 48 hours wasn't a long time, and she had an escape to plan.

[teecupangel]

Ok but.... Pokemon. What if pokemons were real and everyone would have they own team (maybe not 6, but 2/3). I MEAN GHOST TYPE WOULD BE SO GOOD. Also i cannot unsee at least one assassin having Nickit! It's pokedex entry has written that they are very silent and It erases they own tracks with swipes of its tail. THAT IS STEALTH. Also thievul can marks they targets with scent that help them stalks it. Like the bird in newer games. (Sorry for my english!)

(Your English is perfectly understandable :))

I am totally unqualified to make Pokemon teams for AC characters as I have only finished one Pokemon game: Red. I am soooo unfamiliar with all the Pokemons (hell, I don’t even know what gen we are now???). I mean, I played Black, X, and Let’s Go Eevee but I never finished them. XD

So all I can offer you is this:

Desmond gets booted into Detective Pikachu AU idea

And these unorganized notes:

Whatever Pokemons Desmond gets, he must have an Eevee that does not evolve at all. This is to represent his endless possibility. The only possible Eevee evolution I think we should allow is Sylveon because we all know he’s going to spoil that Eevee. Two other possible Pokemons he could have are a CastForm that forever stays sunny whenever near Desmond (and is really more like a pet and doesn’t go to battle) or a Solgaleo. Just… give him a sun-themed Pokemon for the irony.

Going with the Eevee idea, his ancestors all have one specific Eevee evolution. Edward would have a Vaporeon, of course. Altaïr would either have Espeon (a reference to the psychic-like powers of the Apple) or a Jolteon (pokemon.com has Jolteon as the fatest of the Eevee evolutions). Ratonhnhaké:ton would have Leafeon or Jolteon if Altaïr has Espeon. Ezio would have Flareon (because I am mean and making this a Cappadocia reference, sorry Ezio). Haytham would have a Glaceon or an Umbreon. (Or, if we’re killing off Edward anyway, give Haytham Edward’s Vaporeon)

Altaïr would definitely be the cover-all basis type of trainer so, yeah, he’d have 6 Pokemons of various types (some even dual types).

Considering Nickit’s habit of stealing, I can see Edward or Ezio having a Nickit.

Honestly, all of them having a Thievul might make sense. Like they’re an unknown shadowy organization that’s known for (1) wearing hoods, (2) having Thievul and some kind of (3) Ghost-type Pokemon on their team.

I think Mary should have a Gardevoir and that Gardevoir stays with Edward after her death (I mean, if Mary dies in this one. I’m not saying we should kill Mary, just saying…)

Evie and Jacob having Nidoqueen and Nidoking would be funny. Like… their father gave them the Nidorans as their starter Pokemons. Even funnier is if Evie has the Nidoking while Jacob has the Nidoqueen. Or, if you want them to have newer Pokemons, they both received a Charcadet when they were young and Jacob’s evolved to Armarouge while Evie’s evolved to Ceruledge. Just, they should have one Pokemon that’s like different evolutions of the same Pokemon (or opposite of the other’s Pokemon).

I think Shay should have a Froslass as a reference to how Rogue lets you travel to icy parts and how the last parts are set in an icy location (not counting France).

I can’t explain why but I think Arno should have a Greninja and they’d be a tag-team.

Of course, Eivor gets a Corviknight.

I honestly like the idea that Desmond, Altaïr, Ezio, and Ratonhnhaké:ton all have an Alcremie because someone got them to twirl around and strike a pose to evolve their Milcery… who records the entire thing. (I’m betting it’s Edward. It has to be Edward)

Minerva appears as a Gothitelle. Hell, she could be pretending to be Desmond’s Gothitelle. Idk, Gothitelle can predict the future (or just the lifespan of the trainer?), it sounds right that Minerva is Gothitelle or something.

I have this conundrum. I kinda like the idea of Altaïr, Ezio, and Ratonhnhaké:ton having distinct Pokemons related to one another. Now, my first thought would be they would each have Kanto starter Pokemons to show how they’re the first main characters of Assassin’s Creed. Or, you know, they would have the legendary birds of Gen 1 instead to show their legendary status. But, at that point, I thought, why not just give them the Raikou, Entei, and Suicune setup from the Detective Pikachu AU? At some point, my brain goes why don’t they just have a Deoxys each with Desmond having a normal form, Altaïr getting the speed form, Ezio getting the defense form and Ratonhnhaké:ton getting the attack form?

And that’s when my brain gave up and went “Fuck it, give Desmond Arceus. Lol.”

[wlwcookierun]

GENERAL DATING HEADCANONS FOR. . . Parfait Cookie !

Parfait Cookie's love language is a mix of words of affirmation and quality time. She just loves being near you, even better when you're doing something together, like shopping or watching a show. She praises you generously, and tells you every day just how much she loves you.

Nicknames and pet names are very common. She uses every food and sweets related nickname under the sun, often humorously, but most often calls you, "sweetheart," "sunshine," "honeybun," and "angel."

When she's not practicing, performing, or generally doing anything music related, all she wants to do is laze around at home with you. Performing can be exhausting and nerve-wracking, and she needs time to just rest and recharge. She likes to bake and cook with you even if she's not the best at it.

Self-writing many of her songs can be hard. Parfait Cookie finds herself in ruts and creative blocks, unable to write anything beyond generic lines that aren't truly authentic or inspired. When this happens, she turns to you.

She claims you're a huge inspiration for her. Whatever you do seems to make her brain light up– with her quite literally describing a lightbulb turning on in her head– and allows her to get back her spark. She'll sneak in lyrics alluding to you and your inspiring existence.

If you're having trouble sleeping or relaxing, she sings to you. Her voice is soothing and soft, even without the guitar and poppy music, it's quick to put you to sleep. She has a song for just about everything (usually trending towards romantic, poetic, and dreamy), and sings whatever you request, even making songs up on the fly.

Though she tries to hide it, Parfait Cookie is quite anxious and awkward. You occasionally have to walk her through nerve-wracking experiences and give her pep talks. She knows her own worth but that doesn't mean she isn't nervous about it. Sometimes you'll walk in on her hyping herself up and practicing in front of the mirror, reassuring herself that she was popular and cool. She's very embarrassed when she notices you're there.

Puts on a very peppy and outgoing persona in public but is quite awkward and quiet in private. A bit of a nerd, especially when it comes to music. She infodumps about all the song ideas she has, and any musical factoids that pop up mid-conversation.

Happily listens to any advice you might have on songwriting or lyric suggestions. Even if you aren't musically inclined, she values your words greatly and takes all of them into consideration. She also asks for your opinion and input on certain lyrics or instrumentation.

"Should I change this? Pitch it up a little? How does it sound now?"

Doesn't mind PDA and actually takes delight in showing you off in public. Practically clings to your arm, holding your hand or looping an arm around your shoulders. If PDA isn't your thing, she's happy with just being close to you, happily leaning into you whenever you speak.

When you're apart, she sends lots of letters lovingly (and overwhelmingly) decorated with bright colors and plenty of hearts. Uses glittery gel pens. She also calls you "just to say hi" (she just really wants to hear your voice) and gifts you souvenirs from her tours.

Shamelessly steals your clothes, mostly oversized coats or shirts but also enjoys wearing regular-fitting clothes. She wears your shirts just to see your reaction, a small smile on her face.

Parfait owns tons of soft things– pillows, blankets, plushies, all of it! She doesn't mind sharing and is more than happy to cuddle up next to you under an ultra-soft pile of blankets and take a well deserved nap.

You're each other's biggest fans. You attend every performance that you can and she cheers you on in whatever path you've chosen, especially if that path is music.

If you're a musician, she invites you to sit with her and brainstorm lyrics and compositions. You bounce ideas off each other and use each other for inspiration. Though Parfait Cookie prides herself on being a solo artist, she's more than happy to invite you to collaborate with her and perform together. Anything that draws more crowds and fans is a win.