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The Volunteer - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: none, pure nervous, post-CA: CW Bucky fluff

word count: 7.2k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1284102965-the-volunteer-maude

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Bucky leaned against his motorcycle, studying the way his titanium fingers glinted under the sun rays that peeked through doing little to warm up the crisp November morning.

He contemplated whether he should keep his hands gloved today or not. Despite the team’s many encouraging words, he worried that the kids would be frightened by his arm and that’s the last thing he wanted. He had been looking forward to doing this since Pepper had announced their involvement.

It’s nice to think of doing something that isn’t just fighting. To make an impact on someone else’s life. A positive one. He wanted to add more of those now that he was free, make up for everything he had done or at least try to.

The sound of shoes crunching gravel interrupted his thoughts and when he looked up Sam shook his head as he made his way toward him.

“I thought we said no gloves.”

“I thought you said you’d beat me here because ‘of course, I can fly faster than that bike of yours’” He mocked.

He narrowed his eyes at Bucky and snatched his gloves from his right hand.

“Man shut up, I ran into the spider kid on the way and he kept talking to me.”

Bucky bit back a smirk and made a mental note to thank Peter later for distracting Sam so he’d get here first. The kid’s ok sometimes.

“Hey robocop, birdman. Let’s go, they’re waiting for us.” Tony called to them from where he was waiting with the rest of the team and they made their way over to the entrance.

Once inside, Bucky scanned the room. He took in all of his surroundings, studied all points of entry just in case. Force of habit. He let his shoulders relax and smiled fondly when he saw a group of kids running around playing tag.

“Here they are!” He shifted his eyes to Pepper’s voice at her declaration and suddenly he felt as if the air had been punched out of his lungs.

A woman with long dark waves falling over her shoulders stood beside her and looked back at them. Her big chestnut eyes shimmered under the white lights of the auditorium as she smiled in greeting. Bucky could feel his heart thump against his chest and he swallowed trying to collect his bearings. She was absolutely breathtaking.

“Everyone, this is Maude.”

She gave them a soft wave, the bracelets on her arm tinkling with the movement as she said hello. The rest of the group returned the sentiment, but Bucky couldn't find the words. He just stood there, lips slightly parted, practically tasting the sweetness of her perfume as she moved to shake Steve's hand. Her eyes flitted to his and he earned another soft smile that melted him to the floor.

A sharp pinch to his side made Bucky yelp, looking down to meet the pointed stare of Natasha. What the hell are you doing? was written all over her face.

Turning back, Maude was still studying him, her rosy lips turned at the corners.

"Hi," Bucky breathed, ignoring Sam's snort of amusement at his speechless state.

Her eyes the color of molten chocolate fixed on his as if she was trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"Hi." Her voice sounded like an enchanting melody in his ears.

“Maude, you wanna show this rowdy bunch what they’ll be doing?”

The moment was gone with Tony’s question and Bucky’s shoulders slumped as Maude turned her attention elsewhere, not without shooting him a small smile first.

“We’re here all afternoon, pal,” Steve murmured, clapping Bucky on the shoulder before he joined the others. The brawny super-soldier kicked himself, momentarily embarrassed that he was being so obvious. But it had been a while… well, decades, since someone had knocked the breath from his lungs with a smile like that.

Maude looked so comfortable, with her big, beaming smile as she gently guided the kids - and Tony, who was already trying to control the whole damn thing much to Steve's chagrin and eye-rolling. Bucky wished that he could just say something, anything cool, charming, or even funny. He used to be sort of funny.

"Sergeant Barnes?" Maude's voice rang through the air like a bell.

His eyes snapped up and went wide. She was talking to him? She knew his name? She smiled, biting her lip. There was an open seat next to hers at the table, right beside a little girl dressed in a soft purple sweater sitting in front of a pumpkin that was bigger than she was.

"Y-- yeah," he stammered. "That's-- that's me. I'm Sergeant-- yep."

He cut himself off before he could sound like any more of an idiot. Maude didn't bat an eyelash as Steve and Sam grinned at him. Instead, she just gestured softly to the seat beside her.

"Come and sit."

"Okay," Bucky squeaked, his cheeks flaming. He sat down beside the little girl who gazed up at him like he was a human skyscraper. Bucky smiled at her and Maude giggled, causing him to blush. He listened intently as she explained what they were going to be doing.

Help the kid to carve a pumpkin. Right. He could do that. He nodded along as Maude finished her explanation, getting distracted by the way the fall sunlight shone through the waves of her dark hair.

“So do you think you can handle it, Sergeant?” She asked sweetly, handing him the pumpkin carving tools.

“I…umm…y-yeah. Yeah!” he stammered as she laid her hand on his shoulder with a tinkling chuckle.

He watched as she turned and moved away towards another child, leaning down to speak to them, and let out a sigh. Bucky plastered a smile on his face that he hoped wasn’t too intimidating and looked over at the girl sat next to him, who was eyeing him suspiciously.

“You’d better not mess this up Mister,” she lisped.

Bucky shook his head once, "I won't" He sounded way more defensive and childish than he intended but the little girl just giggled and sat up on her knees to get a better view of her pumpkin.

He hesitated a moment, before grasping the small carving knife in his metal fingers, bringing it to the top of the pumpkin and carving out a circle around the stem. When he was done, his eyes glanced over at the little girl who was staring at his hand in amazement.

"Are you a robot?" She asked, curiously.

Bucky glanced at his hand too, staring at the metal for a beat too long. He cleared his suddenly dry throat and looked back at the little girl.

“Sorry, not a robot. Just a guy with a metal arm.”

She nodded as if that made perfect sense and asked, “Can I touch it?”

His breath hitched in his chest. He felt the panic rising in his throat- bubbling up and up, threatening to spill over, as he contemplated the weight of letting this innocent little girl touch the piece of metal that had caused so much hurt, so much pain-

“It’s okay if you say no,” the little girl offered.

Bucky’s heart melted in his chest. She was so kind and he was trying to believe that he deserved it. In the next split second, he reckoned with decades of guilt and violence and decided to try and be vulnerable. What’s the worst that could happen?

“It’s okay,” he managed to say, his voice gentle. “you can. Thanks for asking.” He offered a small smile, along with his outstretched left palm.

Her beaming smile took him by surprise. She immediately reached for his hand, her palm so small in comparison to his own.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest as she ran her fingers over his shiny hand, he tried to take a couple of deep breaths to calm himself down.

Clear awe was written on the little girl's face as she watched the plates intricately shift as Bucky turned his palm around for her.

"It's so cool!" She exclaimed, squeezing his thumb between her hands before letting go and turning back to her pumpkin.

"Thank you for letting me touch it," she told him sweetly, a cute blush on her chubby cheeks.

Bucky cleared his throat, sticky with worry and what he was learning was anxiety. His therapist had been helping him manage it among other things but it seemed to creep up on him when he least expected it. "You wanna see a trick?" He asked her.

Her eyes lit up with interest, wonder and curiosity dancing across her innocent features as she nodded. Bucky looked around, taking into account his audience, a few of the little boys across the table whose arms and shirts were covered in pumpkin guts and seeds had started to stare.

Bucky pulled back the cuff of his jacket to expose the forearm of his metal extension, "watch close," he whispered, leaning into her enthusiasm, letting himself feel good about doing something for the first time in a long time. That was the whole point of volunteering after all. He flexed his fingers slowly, one at a time, causing the metal to shift in a more dramatic fashion than when she had first touched him. They clicked back into place like a tiny set of waves over the arm. The shiny metal caught the light of the room and the little girl gasped with excitement.

"That was cool I guess," she said, sitting up straight and pretending not to be impressed.

A smile played on his lips, his nerves fading into a background hum.

Bucky watched her push back the sleeves of her sweater, readying herself to gut the pumpkin. He mimicked her movements and pulled the top off gesturing for her to go first.

They took turns fishing out the guts and seeds and each time it was her turn she'd throw them to his side, giggling as he scrunched his nose up feigning disgust. Just as they were finishing up, Maude's voice sounded from behind them.

"How are you guys doing over here?"

Bucky looked up and his heart fluttered when his eyes met hers. He smiled at her but furrowed his brows a bit when she tilted her head, biting the corner of her lip. Time all but stopped when he saw her hand making its way to his face.

Goosebumps erupted all over Bucky's skin and he fought the urge to close his eyes as her fingers skimmed his cheekbone, capturing a strand of dark hair. She laced it around his ear, eyes shining in the afternoon light and Bucky swore everything else around them disappeared.

"Sorry, it looked like it was in the way. I’d hate for you to get pumpkin in your hair."

"Are you done now? I wanna cut the eyes out," The little, slightly angry voice beside Bucky snapped him from his reverie as Maude giggled.

"Sorry, little one. Be right with ya."

He produced a half-smile to the little girl as his eyes travelled over Maude one more time, marvelling over her effortless beauty. She had something so magnetic about her that it proved difficult for him to not crave her presence.

Bucky and his new friend spent the next thirty minutes carving away at the pumpkin, her small hand gripping his as he helped with the tougher parts.

He perked up when he heard Maude clap, addressing the room.

“Okay, everyone! Bring your finished pumpkins up to the table here, we’ll play some fun games with the Avengers before judging your creations!” “You want some help carrying this over?” Bucky asked. The little girl nodded, taking one side of their pumpkin as they made their way over and placed it on the table. “Amazing carving skills, sweetheart.” Maude beamed as she appeared next to them. “Thanks,” Bucky replied without thinking. Beside him, his tiny partner in crime tugged at his sleeve. “I think she was talking to me,” she whispered, giggling as Bucky blushed.

Maude giggled and put her hand on Bucky's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"But you did a pretty good job too, Sergeant."

Butterflies swarmed his stomach. Even though he stood 6'4" and weighed well over 200 pounds of muscle and metal, the gesture made him feel like a teenager again. The blush was creeping into the back of his neck and he felt like his mouth was made of sandpaper.

"It's Bucky," he rasped softly, his voice getting drowned in a sea of laughter as Tony made some stupid joke while Pepper rolled her eyes.

Maude leaned in closer, which forced Bucky's heart to jump into his throat. He could smell her perfume and her shampoo. He could see the little light brown flecks in her brown eyes. She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip and he nearly collapsed.

"Sorry. They're so loud, sometimes I think they're going to blow out my eardrums."

"M-- my-- my name is Bucky-- or... my friends call me Bucky." His voice was a little more commanding this time.

Maude let out a soft laugh. She didn't seem nervous at all, at least not that he could tell. Bucky just wished he still had some of that '40s charm. But that man felt so far away from who he had become.

"Well, I'm glad we became friends so fast, Bucky," she whispered, her hand still lingering on his shoulder.

“He’s my friend too!” came the small, indignant voice and a tiny hand snaked its way into his giant metal palm.

He looked down in surprise, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline as his pumpkin partner pouted determinedly back up at him.

“Don’t worry Rebecca, I’m sure Bucky can be friends with us both, right?” Maude said, her eyes crinkling with a smile.

A soft smile appeared on Bucky's face as he nodded his head, "Y-yeah! Of course, I can"

Maude giggled and shot Bucky a wink as she moved on to look at everyone else's pumpkins. Her laugh was like music to his ears and as he got lost in the sound of her voice as she spoke to the other kids, a small dramatic throat clear came from beside him.

"Can you just kiss her already so we can all move on?" Rebecca demanded.

Bucky's eyes widened and a blush crept up his neck, hearing a snicker coming from behind him on behalf of Sam and Steve. "N-no, that's not... Why don't you go play with the other kids? I-I'll catch up" He tried to smile at her, as she rolled her eyes and took off to join a group of kids.

"Man, you got it bad" Sam smirked, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Lay off him. Sam!" Steve interjected, "You should go talk to her though... I've seen the way she's been looking at you, I think she likes you too"

Bucky gnawed on the inside of his cheek, his eyes flickered over to Maude. Her head was thrown back, a gorgeous laugh filled the room as a little boy tried to give himself a mustache with pumpkin guts. He watched as she used the sleeve of her sweater to wipe the remaining strings from the little guy's face.

She radiated warmth and everything good that Bucky didn't see in himself.

"Buck?" Steve's voice cut through the thick layer of thoughts that wandered their way back in. Bucky looked back to his friend, a hard-pressed smile adorned his face. "You deserve to be happy, pal. Try to get to know her, huh?"

Bucky nodded, the nervousness returning as a heavy ball in his gut.

Sam nudged him, "Go over there and try not to be weird and stop staring at her. You don't want to freak her out before you even get a chance to ask her out."

A loud sigh came from his side as Steve shook his head, "Not helping, Sam."

Sam chuckled, nudging him again, "Come on, big guy! Take a chance." Before he and Steve left him to gather his thoughts.

Maybe it would be good for him, to make connections and feel more human rather than a programmed killing machine. He just has to believe in himself, and believe that he deserves good things as his therapist and Steve always reminded him.

With slow steps, Bucky approached her while she was kneeling on the floor trying to pick up fallen crayons while keeping the conversation with a little girl who was showing her a drawing of Thor.

He kneeled beside Maude, her sweet scent immediately filling his lungs and calming him a little.

"Do you-- do you need any help?"

Bucky hesitantly asked the brown-eyed beauty who turned to him with a glowing smile.

"Hold these," she asked and without looking down she took his metal hand into her palm and filled it with crayons.

Bucky flexed from her touch, wishing he could feel how soft her hand was. The cool metal of his arm offered no feeling and well his heart fluttered that she didn't flinch away from him or the weapon he concealed, he ached for the contact. His cheek still tingled from her fingertips making him crave her delicate touch like an addict.

"Do you like my Thor?" The kid shoved the paper two inches from Bucky's face. Studying the vibrating piece of paper he tried not to laugh at the hideous stick figure of Thor riding what appeared to be a horse.

"Nice horse," he swallowed, using his free hand to push the paper out his eyeline so he could see Maude's rosy pink lips again.

"It's a unicorn," the kid scowled, turning the drawing back so he could look at it, "Rebecca is always lying, you're not cool, you're weird and scary." The kid stuck his tongue out at Bucky and walked away from the two of them in a huff.

"Kids are mean," he mumbled, looking over at Rebecca who was proudly showing off her pumpkin to everyone.

Maude held out a bucket for him to drop the loose crayons into, "don't listen to him. You made Rebecca's day, she doesn't have anyone around to do this kind of stuff with. And look at her, I haven't seen her smile in months." Maude nudged him with her elbow. "You did that."

Bucky felt a pang in his chest at her words.

He knows what it's like not to have anyone but he can't even imagine having to go through that as a child. He felt his eyes begin to water and lowered his gaze, focusing on the bucket in her hand.

"I just helped her carve a pumpkin, it's nothin'."

Maude curved her finger under his chin, lifting it up slightly to meet his eyes.

"It's everything, Bucky. Thank you." she voiced with a soft smile before removing her finger, her touch lingering on his skin.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What was he supposed to say to that?

His heart was hammering in his chest at her smile, at her touch - the touch he had been craving moments before, and badly wanted back again.

He swallowed as they both stood, trying to will himself to say something.

Sam had told him to take a chance, right?

"Hey, do you wanna maybe -" he stopped, sighing. She was already walking away to help some of the other kids.

Bucky closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. This used to be so easy for him. He'd see a pretty girl and the words would just flow out of him, effortlessly charming. The familiar fog of despair started rolling in the moment Maude's sunshine wasn't by his side.

"You like Miss Maude, don't ya?"

Rebecca's voice might have made him jump if he couldn't hear her tiny hummingbird heartbeat the moment she walked up. Bucky looked down at her, her owlish eyes gazing at him with intent.

"Yeah...I guess I do," he murmured softly, watching the brunette across the room.

There was the squeaking of rubber on the tile as Rebecca took off toward where Maude stood talking to the other kids.

"Shit, I mean, don't-" Bucky exclaimed, kicking himself as he watched Rebecca stand on her tiptoes.

The little girl whispered something in Maude's ear and the woman's soft eyes met his, only to widen in shock before smiling. Bucky looked down, suddenly becoming very interested in a scuff mark on the shiny floor.

Rebecca walked back with the biggest grin spreading on her tiny face like she was the fucking Chesire Cat.

"There you go, old man. I helped you." Rebecca's voice was laced with the tiniest bit of mischief.

Maude was inching closer to them and Bucky felt like his heart was about to drop out of his chest and plop right to her feet.

“She really likes hot chocolate from the drink station,” Rebecca adds, “with cream and the special sprinkles. They’re shaped like snowflakes. Hint, hint.”

The small girl attempts to wink, blinking instead and Bucky snorts as he chuckles with her. She’s adorable. A troublemaker, but anyone who knows Bucky knows he attracts troublemakers like moths to a flame.

“Looks like I’m missing out on all the fun over here.” Maude laughs softly.

“Oh, I uh…” Bucky fumbles, glancing at Rebecca for backup.

“Bucky was wondering if you would like a hot chocolate, Miss Maude.” She kicks Bucky’s shin, hard and he hops, not expecting such violence from such a small child.

“Yeah. Hot chocolate? If— um, if you wanted? With me?”

“We’re about to play a game and then the pumpkin judging,“ Bucky’s face fell at her words, he should have expected rejection, “but I would love a hot chocolate after the event.” Maude smiled, her eyes lighting up, “if you’re willing to stick around?”

His heart was pounding. Did he hear that right?

"Told ya," Rebecca whispered as she giggled, looking across the room as if something captured her attention.

Bucky followed her gaze and saw Sam and Steve waving dollar bills, but the second they spotted him, they stopped and tried to hide them miserably. Rebecca bounced toward them and swiftly collected them while Natasha stared at Bucky with her hand over her mouth. He blushed furiously as Maude chuckled.

"So, Sarge?" She asked hopefully, putting her hand on his forearm and making his heart jump. "You feel like sticking around for some games and then we can break off from these hooligans?"

"Wh-- Oh, yeah, I don't know how you deal with all these kids," he laughed awkwardly.

"Oh, I was talking about those two troublemakers," she replied as she pointed to Sam and Steve, both of whom hid their faces and looked away.

"I'm sorry about them," Bucky whispered. "Maybe we can swap babysitting tactics."

Maude let out a musical laugh, her eyes crinkling as she laughed.

"You're very funny."

“I am? I mean…thanks!”

He wanted to smack himself upside the head. With his metal hand.

“Buckyyyy,” came the cutest whine he’d ever heard. “You’re gonna be my partner in the three-legged race, right?!”

He almost said no, almost, but when he saw Steve, Sam, and Tony tying their ankles to their own mini partners in crime he grabbed Rebecca’s hand with a devious grin.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s show these punks how it’s done!”

A mischievous giggle came from the little girl who did a little hop of excitement, pulling Bucky towards the starting line and grabbing a piece of rope from Maude. He took the rope and bent down, tying his thick leg to Rebecca's small calf. The sight itself was enough for Bucky to let out a breathy chuckle.

"Good luck you two" Maude whispered, as she moved past them and continued telling everyone the rules.

As Bucky watched her moving down the lineup of people, a snapping noise came from beside him, "Hey lover boy! Eyes on me!" Her stern face in full gear. "I need your head in the game here, got it? Listen to me. I'll call out which leg. Okay?"

Bucky couldn't help but laugh and scrunch up his nose as he gave her a short salute, "Yes ma'am"

She huffed at him and settled into a little crouch that he recognized was her starting stance. He hurried into his own crouch as Maude called out “On your mark…Get set…Go!”

Instantly Rebecca was pulling on Bucky, chanting “Left, left, left right left” like the world's smallest drill sergeant.

Bucky couldn't help the burst of giggles that spilled from his lips as Rebecca's brows furrowed further, determination spread across her face as she called out to him. He could hear the sweet sound of Maude laughing from the sidelines and it took everything in him not to look over and admire the way her features glow when she smiles.

"Come'on dinosaur! We're almost there!" Rebecca taunted, elbowing his thigh. If he wasn't made of pure muscle, he probably would have flinched, but instead, another laugh fell from his chest as he continued their rhythm.

Within two hobbled steps Bucky and Rebecca crossed the finish line, tumbling through the paper streamer. Sam groaned behind him followed by Tony yelling about how being enhanced doesn't count. All that mattered to Bucky was the biggest grin he had ever seen plastered over Rebecca's face.

"I did it!" She yelled, pumping her fists into the air. He knelt down next to her, untying the string with a raised brow. Her little eyes found his, "We did it!" She smirked.

Without thinking, he picked her up, swinging her around with a chuckle, "Couldn't have done it without ya, little one."

Rebecca started to giggle as Bucky spun her around, her tiny hands grasping the collar of his jacket. He felt warmth flood his cheeks as he paraded his new best friend around the finish line, soaking in the cheers from everyone around them. His smile was wider than ever before, and there was a small scratching at the back of his throat. He felt like he almost- yeah, those were definitely tears filling his eyes.

This was nothing compared to winning a fight. This felt a million times better.

He placed Rebecca back on the ground and gently ruffled her hair. “You’re a good partner in crime,” he said with a smirk.

Rebecca scowled and flattened her hair with her hands.

“I know, old man.” She jumped back and tried to curtsy, but tripped slightly on her own little feet. She giggled again, reaching into her pocket.

“Now go get Maude some hot chocolate. I have money to spend,” she sang. She waved three, folded-up dollar bills in his face - the blood money from Sam and Steve - and took off running into a group of other kids.

"Wish me luck," he muttered to himself, a smile plastered on his face as he watched the little girl run to her friends showing off her small wad of cash.

He got up and turned, immediately finding Maude standing a little to the side, her gentle eyes already on him. He gave her a small, shy grin as he came to stop in front of her as his hands fidgeted together.

"You're very good with the kids, Sergeant," Maude whispered to him, her eyes drifted to Rebecca as her laughter echoed across the room before returning back to look up at him.

Bucky felt the blush cover his face and the tips of his ears as he swept a hand through his hair to pull it away from his face, noticing how her eyes followed the movement.

"Tha-- thank you. I don't want them to be afraid of me," he stammered, not knowing how best to express his gratitude for her delicate way of handling the kids and him.

"And, Rebecca is a sweetheart. Reminds me of my baby sister." He finished, looking back at the kid playing with her friends, fighting back tears.

"So, how 'bout that hot chocolate, Miss Maude?" Bucky gathered himself enough to throw a grin her way, offering her his flesh hand only to be surprised when she linked her hand through the metal one, squeezing it gently.

Bucky walked her to the cart, ordering the drink just the way Rebecca had instructed. Cream, and the special sprinkles, shaped like snowflakes. He handed her the cup gently and reaching for his own too late he watched the cart girl pile whipped cream atop it. He scowled, taking the cup. The temperature scalding against his palm from the thin paper cup was nothing compared to the heat that formed in his chest as he listened to the sound of an approving giggle leaving Maude's lips.

He sipped on his, letting it burn his tongue in a pitiful attempt to bring himself back to reality.

"What?" He asked, nervously as she looked up at him through her soft, thick lashes.

"You have," she giggled, pausing to set her hot chocolate down on the table. She pushed herself precariously onto her tiptoes, leaning against him for stability and brushed her hand against the corner of his scowling mouth. "Whipped cream on your face, Sergeant."

Bucky stopped breathing as her face came within inches of his, unsure what to do as she cleaned his lips with the delicate pad of her thumb. "All better," she whispered, her warm, sweet breathing rolling across his cheek as she settled back on the floor.

A collective chime of oooo's and hushed cheering came from just beyond the doors in the hall. Steve, Sam and Rebecca were hovering by the door watching them with rosy cheeks and big smiles on their faces. Rebecca was giving him two thumbs up and raising her eyebrows up and down.

"Why don't we go somewhere without an audience?" She asked, picking her cup back up and tugging on his arm.

Once they were outside, Maude linked their free arms together and looked up at him with a smile. Bucky returned it, immediately getting lost in her eyes.

He studied her for a moment. Admiring the way the orange and yellow hues of the late autumn sunset accentuated her features, how slight golden flecks shone in her deep brown eyes under this light.

"You're eyes a-" he stopped himself, taking a small breath willing his thumping heart to finish the sentence, "You are beautiful, Maude."

Maude's cheeks turned pink, a delighted smile popping up, "Oh - you are so sweet."

"I..." He laughed nervously, "Sheesh, I used to be good at all this," he scratched the back of his neck.

"But you really are beautiful - I couldn't get you outta my head all afternoon."

They came to a stop in front of a park a short distance from the community center, turning to face each other.

Maude reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair out of his face again, "You're pretty good looking yourself you know?"

Bucky's skin could have started a fire with his blush alone, a soft smile coming across his face that scrunched his nose. Maude's returning smile was blinding as they walked further down the block, the sounds of the city slightly muffled by the brick buildings around them.

"What?" she asked. "You can't tell me that there's not a line out the door waiting for a chance with someone like you."

He took a sip of his drink, using it as a shield to hide the flicker of sorrow across his face.

"Not surprisingly, not many people are interested in a century old basket case on a government watch list."

Maude hummed in acknowledgement of his self-deprecating comment. She stopped suddenly, turning his body slightly toward her. Her hand travelled down the length of his arm before tangling her fingers in his hand. Bucky's breath caught in his throat as she looked up at him, soft and glowing in the dimming autumn sunlight.

"Well, I guess that makes me the exception," she murmured, squeezing his fingers gently.

It took him a few heartbeats to even realize she was holding his left hand, warming the cool metal and leaving him even more desperate to feel her skin on his.

His heart was beating in his throat as he felt Maude inching closer to him. He could hear her fluttering heartbeat as his eyes travelled over her beautiful face under his lashes.

He knew exactly what he wanted to do next. Something he wanted to do ever since he laid eyes on her.

Closing the last inches between them, his hot breath fanning over her as he gently placed his lips onto hers. Softly, she sighed as she pressed her body closer to his.

Slowly, Bucky brought his right hand to Maude’s waist. Her cardigan was soft under his palm, grounding him as he moved his lips in a kiss so delicate he wasn’t sure it could even be classed as a kiss.

His nose brushed hers as he pulled away slightly and huffed out a gentle laugh.

“Sorry, it’s… uh, it’s been a while. I’m not sure if—“ his words died abruptly as Maude's mouth captured his again, warm and dizzying as she ran her tongue over his bottom lip.

He groaned softly. She tasted like whipped cream and chocolate that was perfectly sweet. Bucky's stomach was in knots, wondering if he was going to screw this up, but instinct seemed to take over as he tilted his head slightly to the side and she deepened the kiss.

He pulled her close, her body warm and flush against his. Bucky wanted her as close to her as possible. She smelled so good, and she was so soft. Her lips felt like silk as they massaged his. He could feel her hand slide along his left shoulder, up his neck and into his hair, playing with the strands at the back of his neck as her tongue flicked gently against his.

She pulled back slowly and he felt his cheeks flush. Maude took a deep breath and bit her lip.

"Sorry, I'm not usually so forward." She paused, obviously seeing the nervousness in his eyes. "That was great, by the way."

Bucky grinned as she giggled.

"S'okay. I appreciate you taking the initiative, darlin'."

“Anytime Sarge,” she winked at him, sliding her hands back down his neck to rest on his broad chest.

Bucky kept his metal hand gentle on Maude’s waist as he picked up one of her hands and pressed his lips to the palm.

“Thank you,” Bucky murmured against her skin, his clear blue eyes meeting her dark ones, soft with understanding. She turned his face and pressed her lips to his again.

“Like I said, anytime,” Maude smiled softly, Bucky pulled her close before releasing her, the two resuming their walk.

Her fingers intertwined with his metal ones once more, a part of him floating at finally feeling a semblance of happiness and another part of him wishing he could feel his hand in her own.

Bucky cleared his throat softly, glancing down at her. "Maude?," dark eyes raised to his with that same warm smile that made his giant frame melt, "Would...uh--can we..." He stammered, unsure of how to ask and even more unsure if she would even understand why, "would you mind if, uhm we changed hands?" He asked as their walk came to a stop.

Her brows knitted for a moment, her fingers dropping from his with his heart in his chest.

"I just don't feel a lot with this hand," He said flexing his metal fingers and glancing down at the one part of him he still had trouble accepting, "and I'd really like to feel you." Bucky's eyes lifted to hers once more.

The corners of her plush lips turned upwards as she took a step towards him, pressing them to the corner of his mouth. "Of course, Bucky."

The butterflies in his stomach exploded into a whirlwind of flutters as she rounded him, linking her hand to his. Her skin was warm and soft against his calloused hands making it that much harder not to spend the rest of the afternoon kissing her.

His heart fluttered in a way he didn’t recognize. For a second, he panicked. This is it. Of course. I finally find a girl I like and I have a goddamn heart attack. They started walking again, and as Maude slowly traced along his thumb with hers, he realized the flutter was something else entirely.

“I like you,” he blurted out.

He immediately sucked a deep breath in and held it in his lungs. He didn’t even realize he had said it out loud. Maybe she didn’t hear! They had another few blocks before they were back at the hall, and he was sure she was about to drop his hand, turn and run.

But then Maude giggled- the sweetest, lightest giggle he had ever heard. He exhaled a sigh of relief. And he swore that his eyeballs had been ripped out and replaced with giant cartoon hearts.

“I like you too, Sergeant” she whispered, continuing their pace. She wrapped her warm hand a little tighter around his.

His blush deepened while his grin grew wide, almost hurting his cheeks, and his heart stuttered before beating fast like a hummingbird. They walked hand in hand for the few blocks left, the closer they got, the more reluctant Bucky was about having to share her attention again with the rest of his teammates.

By the time they got to the entrance, Bucky was concentrating very hard on not closing his hand too tightly around Maude's because he didn't want to let go just yet.

"We're back…" he whispered hesitantly, not making a move to go inside.

She turned and smiled sweetly up at him, her lovely eyes captivating him to the point he almost lost focus and didn't hear her.

"It'll just be a few more minutes. I'll announce the winners and bid everyone goodbye and then," she stood on her tiptoes bringing herself closer to his cheek to press a quick, soft kiss on it, "I'm all yours, Sergeant."

She pulled on his hand and walked ahead of him while he followed her, stupidly looking after the woman who already had his heart in the palm of her hand, the ghost of her lips rendering him speechless.

As they entered the busy hall Maude pulled him over to the front table where all the pumpkins had been lined up. Bucky's jaw tensed, his chest filled with what felt like lightning as he watched her interact with one of the more impatient children behind her.

"Don't go anywhere," she smiled at him.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he smiled back at her, wondering when he had found himself. The version of him that had been beaten, abused and locked away for the last seventy years. The Bucky that loved the future, dancing and chasing after pretty girls. But as quickly as he found that innocent, flirty boy, his feelings were overcome by a familiar sense of dread and guilt.

"Don't worry," Rebecca linked her hand to his and looked up at him. "I know you're geriatric and lacking people skills, but your pumpkin carving skills are pretty good, we'll definitely win the contest."

Bucky looked down at her, confusion knitted into his heavy brows.

"Mr. Wilson said you had good knife skills. It's why I picked you," she whispered. "Don't tell the other kids I rigged the system, they already hate me. They say I'm loud and weird."

"I can see why," Bucky mumbled but laughed as her face turned angry, "don't ever let their words change you. Keep being funny and kind. It suits you. I needed a friend today and you were the only one brave enough to be mine." He smiled at her watching her tone change again, softness flooding her features as she nodded and straightened her shoulders. "Now let's win this contest."

"I hope you kissed Miss Maude, maybe it'll swing the contest in our favor..." Rebecca whispered.

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," he said softly, looking down at her with narrowed eyes.

Bucky saw her eyes slowly get impossibly wide, her jaw agape in surprise.

"You totally did, we're SO winning." she whisper-yelled squeezing his hand and bouncing slightly on her tiptoes.

He brought his finger to his lips in a shushing motion, holding back a smile.

"Of course, we're gonna win Becs. Cause our pumpkin is the coolest up there. Not because of me and Miss Maude, that's our secret, okay?"

Rebecca pressed her lips together in a tight smile and brought her free hand up to Bucky's metal one, motioning for a pinky promise. Bucky's heart swelled as he carefully wrapped his finger in hers.

When they straightened back up to await the judging, he quickly found Maude's gaze and threw her a wink. He smiled, watching the soft pink flush gather at her cheeks.

Bucky took Rebecca's hand, grinning down at her while Maude, Pepper and Happy walked up and down the table. If it was anyone but Pepper, he would have questioned why the girlfriend of an Avenger was judging them - but the redhead had proven to be a voice of reason dozens of times in the past, so he trusted her.

Time seemed to tick by, and Rebecca quickly grew impatient with the wait.

"What's taking them so long?" She asked in a loud whisper.

Bucky shrugged but nodded to the front as Maude clapped her hands to get the group's attention.

"Alright everyone - after some careful consideration, we've picked the winners!" She looked around the room, pausing for a second to give Bucky a large, cheerful smile. The third and second-place pumpkins were announced, by Happy and Pepper, before Maude moved down the table to the end. She stopped in front of Bucky and Rebecca's pumpkin, "In first place - Rebecca and Bucky!"

Rebecca squealed and grabbed Bucky's arm, nearly shaking his entire body with the force of her overjoyed jumping. Bucky couldn't help but laugh out loud, ruffling her hair with his free arm.

"Oh, alright! I see how it is!" Sam exclaimed, pushing his chair back in semi-mock outrage as Steve put his face in his hand. "It's easy to win when you make goo-goo eyes at the judge all day, Barnes!"

"You can't win 'em all, Wilson!" Bucky shouted back as Rebecca pulled him to the front of the room for their prize.

"Yeah, Wilson!" Rebecca exclaimed, sticking her tongue out at him as Maude gave the little girl a large ribbon.

Maude stood on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on Bucky's cheek and fixed him with a broad smile as Sam continued to halfheartedly grumble. Bucky looked down at Rebecca and her ribbon, mischief glinting in his icy blue eyes.

"Wait, so if she gets a ribbon...what's my prize?" he asked Maude softly.

Maude tapped her chin, eyes up at the ceiling as she pretended to contemplate her answer.

"Would my number work? Then maybe a date?" she replied cheekily before blushing just as furiously as Bucky.

"He's gotta learn how to use a phone first!" Sam yelled across the room with a ferocity that made even Steve laugh out loud.

Bucky covered Rebecca's eyes before flipping him off behind Maude's back, grinning like a madman even though for once he didn't feel crazy at all. He brushed a strand of her thick hair behind her ear, returning the favor she had given him all afternoon.

"Sounds like a plan, doll."

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yiling-patriarch-kinnie · 2 years

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(Note that this is my OWN point if view on this topic and I'm not trying to start an argument on anything or start sth like the asses who started saying shit like: "XL is a groomer" and so on, I'm just trying to get my own POV out there.)

Can we just talk abt Shi Wudu for sec?

And not in a fun, fangirl/boy/enby obsessive way no no.

Like talk about this selfish controlling piece of shit for a second.

Shi Wudu's whole thing as we know it, is that he's the intimidating older brother of Shi Qingxuan who will protect him at all costs and kind of a really shitty water tyrant.

So the way I see it, is that even though he "loved" Shi Qingxuan (and no, I'm not using quotation marks because I think SWD doesn't love SQX, it's more complicated than that and I'll talk abt it later on) his main goal wasn't to /just/ protect SQX it was to CONTROL him.

For example, this type of behaviour where someone is trying to control someone else but is masquerading said behaviour as "caring" for the person presents itself in cases of shitty friends/relatives and mental health workers who instead of helping people who are struggling they put them in danger by:

Calling emergency numbers that are known to be abusive and/or involve the POLICE (which if you don't know, the police are shit at handling that stuff and SHOULDN'T be involved in it AT ALL)

Involuntary admission to a mental hospital/psychiatrist ward.

OR, threats of involuntary admission if the person doesn't "willingly" admit themselves in.

Those are definitely not all of the examples but enough of them to explain this common situation.

The main problem here is that people looking at similar situations from an outside perspective think it's "cute" that the person "cares" about the person that they're trying to control and going on saying "they'd better be safe than sorry" and "I'd wanna have someone help be safe in a similar situation" when they don't understand that the person is actually being quite abusive and manipulative.

Now, let's step away from SQX for a second and focus on how SWD treats other people.

One thing that I mentioned in the start is that he's basically the "Water Tyrant" which is a title he gained by basically making anyone who didn't pray for him have their ships sink which is obviously a horrible thing (SIDE NOTE: and guess what? When he does it, no one bats an eyes, when HX does it, society goes WOW (or they "boo" him I guess) ).

So we do know that he's definitely controlling and not a very good person, the only people he really gets along with are the two other members of the "Three Tumours" friend group they got going in which are Pei Ming and Ling Wen.

So basically, the other gods and even probably humans don't like him at all and think he's an ass (which is true, he is) and they see how much of a fucking tyrant he's being.

So how is it that they trust him not to try and hurt SQX?

Is it because they assume that since they're related by blood and grew up together that SWD couldn't have possibly ever been abusive? Do they not see how horrible of a person he is?

Like if you get any other shitty tyrant/dictator at least from another ficitonal show, let's say Kuvira.

Do you think she'd be a good mother or older sister? No, of course not.

We actually have proof that she wouldn't treat family well with how she just casted Bataar Jr. aside.

So it make sense, that a person who's by nature abusive and controlling, will also be harmful to their family and "loved ones".

Remember the scene from book five where SWD literally TIES up SQX to a bed and FORCES him to drink medicine against his will?

Or do you remember before that when SQX was losing his shit and SWD instead of trying to calm him down started dragging him against his will angrily to the carriage thingie or whatever the fuck they had that got them back to the heavens?

He didn't even realize how much of a disaster he caused and still claimed that he "won in the end".

You know why I think he said that?

Because it was never about protecting his little brother.

It was about controlling everyone and everything around him until he came on top as the "winner" who made others suffer at the expense of him only rising higher.

In conclusion, Shi Wudu is an abusive older brother and never truly cared about Shi Qingxuan. His "love" for his younger brother was not love, he just loved the idea of having someone to play the part of the "little helpless sibling" that he got to "protect".

#feel free to add what you want to this post #tgcf #tian guan ci fu #天官赐福 #hob #danmei #heaven official's blessing #shi qingxuan #shi wudu #wind master #water master #tgcf sqx #tgcf swd #swd #sqx

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OOO ok, been scrolling through some asks and i am so ready to spout some more bs bc i love orv with my whole heart and i haven’t even finished the novel.

to the anon that described yoohankim as: “ They are all supremely flawed people who started at each other’s throats and misunderstand each other consistently and repeatedly but work past it anyway with a kind of reckless devotion one can only have after seeing people at their worst and realizing you love them anyway,” holy shit, thank you, you are so real, you’ve put them and my own thoughts into words i would have never thought of on my own, i think this is just what makes yoohankim so attractive to me in the first place. extremely flawed people with reckless devotion, seeing someone at their worst and deciding you still love them,,,,, what if they were actually love wins but like literally,,,,,, bc it’s their love that allows them to persevere,,,

ALSO !!! to add and explain the idea of expanding the polycule. orv’s strong point is rlly their characters and the relationships between them, which is how you get stuff like the whole group being one huge platonic happy family and the other extreme side with all of the adults in the group are in a huge polycule. their relationships r flexible in a way that they can be platonic or romantic and it wouldn’t be much of a stretch either way.

anyways i had this whole section spouting some bs abt jhw (holy shit french keyboard let me write jhw challenge) and hsy but then i realized i didn’t want to talk too much abt characters that aren’t involved in the tournament and you won’t be able to recognize. but just note that jhw and hsy has a nice dynamic bc they are like similar but different to me in a way idk how to explain. they are opposing but they are on the same side. also also, ysa and kdj being metamours (IS THAG THE WORD I CANT REMEMBER) bc i thought abt that while writing and went “they would be such chill metamours”

ik all of this is slightly off topic of yhk but i just wanted to add my two cents. anyways i noticed yhk is up against scc and i am literally sweating. i am passionate and ready to defend and advocate for yhk but i can tell thisll be a TOUGH battle. but besides that, regardless of what comes out of it, i need to say how much i respect the scc fans on the this again. they’ve really persevered through it all and came out friends with like two other groups it’s amazing honestly -Toon

metamours is correct! a friend of mine jokingly called it partner in law once and i thought it was funny so theres that also? if u wanna laugh w me

i like that scc fans have been like "oh no yoohankim is a strong opponent this might be it...." but this time its an orv fan sayin "oh gosh we're against scc" its funny that both fandoms underestimate their own power (imo) and i feel better about the match up, i think it will be a closer match than ppl expect!! but we have to wait and see

#polyasks #long post #love everyone rambling in my inbox about their blorbos #ppspropaganda

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questionablepastries · 9 months

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Armored core 6 spoiler posting ! This time for the ng+ run and the ending I did, and my thoughts on ng3 thus far:

This time the ending I got for my second run was “the fires of raven”

Pretty hardcore name for recreating the apocalypse and simply leaving the planet, but I get why Walter and Carla wanted it done. They’re the kind of people where the ends justifies the means. Eliminating all life on this planet, for the sake of containing and destroying an organic energy fuel substance that was on its way of leaking out to the space, spreading to other planets, more corporate wars fought for this fuel, and in the end leading to more fires of ibis situations on other planets

Or would it?

The game intentionally never (or at least hasn’t) explained WHY the first fires of ibis happened, and I’m just gonna go ahead and guess allmind is behind this, the group that’s been the most IN GAME but with the least story impact, and my second guess is the group that the original raven is from, killed that lil bitch twice don’t show your face around me again unless u wanna talk >:|

I doubt it’s ravens group tho. A mission I did on the side made it sound like the original raven leaked the information about coral LEADING to the corporations even knowing about rubricon. And it’s giving government leak/Edward Snowden vibes which to ME is a good guy position, now ALLMIND…..

They got some scary descriptions for the allmind arena. Yeah, AllMind exists for mercenaries (aka me) but.. the descriptions include stuff talking about fusing mech with the human mind to make some sort of link, make the body of the mech feel like the body of the pilot? Weird stuff, Also the allmind lady called me a “humanoid”, what’s that about???? Rusty seems to know my true identity since the second he met me (Walter suggests this), and Ayre suggests we’ve met before? So I’m thinking 621 was involved in the fires of ibis situation somehowwww

Then there’s all the hidden notes about these 2 scientists? And their sons that pick up that their scientist dads are losing their minds? There’s a lot im not piecing together at the moment, but there’s a lot of things that haven’t been explained fully, not that they need to, but I can feel an “aha” moment coming. I’m taking a break from the game tho I speed ran the game to get the second ending over with for this upcoming ng+ 3 run that I started (😭 I’m tired)

Back to the ending tho

SO GLAD I GOT TO KILL AYRE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ ayre fans im only slightly sorry

She was SOOOOO annoying the whole run. I’m so bugged by her doting girlfriend, yelling at me to survive WHILE all I’m doing IS surviving, her character is shoved on you, she hardly has offers any insight into coral other than coral is alive (you call them your brothers and sisters but can you get the mechs powered by coral to stop killing me????), ayre get a life!!! I hate mascot characters and I hate bitches (whiny girls) SHOVED ON YOU in any game, sorry!!! And u know what? she did actually get a life, I was so happy she fucked off, got in a robot herself, and started doing shit for herself even if it meant the first thing she did upon gaining autonomy was going in to kill me. Go girl!!!!! now what hurt was putting down rusty, but I killed him too fast, so fast that my monkey brain outsped the sad feeling I was supposed to associate with doing that, and I was glad they gave him two health bars.. because the first one I kinda mowed down and I felt semi bad about it and then when he got back up I (in full video game enjoying mode) went all chuuni and yelled “I LIKE THAT AMBITION OF YOURS RUSTY” and Then mowed him down again. So now I’ve gotta go to YouTube bc I didn’t save the fight to fully process what Rusty was yelling at me because when I’m under high stress I don’t hear anymore I just get the job done 😫

Gotta take a break tho, ng3 gave me a mission that wasn’t in my first 2 runs of the game and in that mission they shoved in those wheel skeletons from ds1 on me (😡😡😡) and THAT was the hardest mission I’d had in a while, so much so that it drained me of wanting to play after that (that and I had been doing nothing but play the game for the past 2 maybe 3 days) 💤

#armored core #aaaaaaaaaaa

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 2 years

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Flavor of Love matchup: Tell me Event

Hello @011tsukishima

I would like to dedicate this to you!

The time is now, set forth with Idia Shroud!

This friendship might strike you as weird, but it couldn’t be any more perfect. Unlike other character Idia tends to bond with people over weird situations. Like when Jamil caught Idia dancing in the courtyard to his favorite idol group. For you I can easily say that it would be something similar. Maybe not the situation, but the two of you would grow closer from something unexpected. So, there’s not really a worry for who’s going to talk to who first as you’ll naturally find yourself both approaching the other.

For that massive dork side, I feel like you and Idia would have no problem talking about your dorky side. Though, do note that because Idia is a villain, he won’t stay quiet if he notices you’re forcing yourself to smile if you’re sad. Rather, he’s someone who values honesty and I feel that if you tell him the truth he’ll come to understand. I mean as reserved as Idia is he has moments in which he understands others pretty well so long as you take the time to explain. Otherwise, he won’t push any effort if you're really not going to say it first.

With that being said Idia is someone you can rely on when you feel down. He’s also someone you can just have pure fun in any situation.

Possible hangouts include:

Dancing

Talking about your favorite idols

Listening to music

Late night gaming

Doing Idia’s makeup

Are you ready for your heart to go doki doki for Kalim Al-asim

Hold on because you are about to go on one long magic carpet ride. Kalim is a handful, not him, but because of what he comes with. In getting Kalim not only do you get Jamil, but you also receive all of the students. That’s not something you can change though because it’s just his magnetic field attracting the others. Anyway, onto the romance.

Since Kalim is friendly to everyone you’re no exception and nothing feels as close to love until you see a more serious side to Kalim. This comes off as shocking to you, for it’s the first you’ve seen this. From there it peaks your interest and before you know it you’ll find yourself actively searching for him. That’s when you fight the rest of the school.

See Kalim is a busy body, you think he’s in one place when he’s actually somewhere else. Everytime you think you got him a team coffee member snaches him away before you get a chance. This is where your frustration kicks in so you’re left to ask Jamil where in the world he is. With the power of Jamil the two of you grow close and you learn all that there is to Kalim. It’s a very chaotic buildup as you go through the ups and downs of getting to know him. After all he is a member of team mint for a reason.

Now because he is a team mint member we cannot forget to throw in some random event that happens in the story. To be honest I don’t perfectly know what that event may be, I just know that it’s going to be random. If I had to pick it might involve something like he gets kidnapped by the dwarfs from RSA and you have to save him. Or it could be the other way around, who knows? Oh actually you might fall in love because you’re dancing at Pomefiore and Kalim is like dang I wanna do ballet all of a sudden, but he’s entranced in your dance. Just a thought.

Once you finally get Kalim and you’re in love he is going to be loyal and faithful. Yet, he’s not blind to your flaws or feelings at all. In fact, he openly points them out for you, even if you don’t want to hear about them. When you’re feeling down or exhausted from a huge day, he’ll be sure to cheer you up in whatever way he comes up with. Overall, it’s a sweet but unexpected romance that is sure to hit you in the face like a truck.

Some dates to look forward to:

Festivals

Dancing

Playing instruments

Making your kind of music

Trying a whole new world

Spending time together in a comfy place to just talk

#twst #twisted wonderland #matchups #had so much fun #idia shares the same seiyuu as tsuki #kalim #idia #flavors of love #team mint #otome #team caramel #fish mafia #not gonna lie #I love you

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𝓜𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽

"I'm sorry, you want to do what?"

Yeah, you were expecting that. But you thought if you got dressed before asking he'd have no choice but to say yes!

"But Jake..."

"Hell no! I told you not to get involved!" He reminded while grabbing his charger.

You rolled your eyes. "You said not to get involved with the members! It's just one concert! Please?"

The boy huffed and turned around to you. "No! You want to hear it in Korean? 아니!"

Jay sighed on the couch and looked up. "Bro chill. She's already dressed and ready, just let her go."

Your cousin looked at him comically. "Oh so you're on her side now?"

"I'm not taking sides, but we're gonna be late if you can't make a decision and she seems pretty stubborn."

Heeseung nodded. "Bro, he's got a point. Besides, it's just one show! She's here for the summer, let her have some fun."

Jake pinched his nose bridge and took a few deep breaths. He knew that the two were right but damn, he hated that they were.

"One show-"

"Yes yes! Thank you Jakey!"

"I'm not done." He interrupted.

You calmed down and waited for him to finish.

"One show but that's it. Don't talk to anyone, don't touch anyone or anything. If security asks you are my cousin, to anyone else you say nothing. Understood?"

You nodded. "Understood! Thank you Jakey!"

He rolled his eyes and got in his car. The Sunghoon got in the front while you say in the back. The other two got in their own cars, Jimin joining Heeseung.

"I'm gonna regret this." Jake muttered before starting the car.

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"Take this note and head to the front row. If security asks about you show them this paper." Jake instructed.

You nodded and headed out to the front. Apparently Jake had a bit of power since showing him the paper worked. You sat right in the front and waited for the current set to end.

"Thank you guys! And shoutout to all my closest fans!" The guy said into the mic.

It wasn't long before your cousin and his group came on. Just as they did you felt a presence next to you. When you looked over you were relieved to see Jimin.

"Are you ready to be amazed?" They said.

You nodded with a smile.

"How's everyone doing tonight?" Jake spoke into the mic.

The audience screamed and you assumed that was an acceptable response.

"That's what I like to hear! Tonight we got a couple of covers for you guys!" Heeseung said.

Jay smirked and nodded. "Yeah I think you'll like this one. This is called Meddle About by Chase Atlantic!"

Everyone seemed to go ballistic at that. You were intrigued, especially when Jay glanced down at you specifically for a moment.

Heeseung started on the guitar for two measures before Jake added percussion. The song started to come together and you found yourself enjoying it.

You were bopping your head with Jimin, generally having a great time.

When the chorus kicked in that's when you temporarily lost your sanity.

Jay looked you right in the eyes and sang the lyrics to you.

We only met each other just the other day

And you already got me feeling some type of way now

Why? Why did he do that to you? He clearly knew that would impact you because he smirked after seeing your reaction.

Throughout the whole performance you noticed the difference between them and other artists you had seen in concert. The experience was more intimate. You noticed how Heeseung sang specific lyrics to Jimin;

Hey just scream it out

Tell me what you're thinking oh

I wanna see you undress now

Wanna hear you confess now

The whole concert experience was like Jay described; it was a high.

But the second chorus the boys moved around on stage and interacted with the crowd. You noticed how Sunghoon sang the second half of the chorus seemingly to Jake. He was next to the drums and everything, it looked like something was going on between them.

If I could figure it out I'd take you back my house so we could meddle about

As the boys interacted with the crowd (and each other) you watched Heeseung and Jay come closer to the crowd. They both crouched down and sang, Heeseung to Jimin and Jay to...you? Yes, he was singing to you, this time more directly.

Well come and get it now

Come and get it now

Baby show me what you're doing

Come and turn around

Jay pointed at you somewhat discreetly and smirked as he sang the next lyrics.

'Cause it's not just a figure of speech

You got me down on my knees

It's getting harder to breathe out

The two returned to their original spots as Sunghoon and Jake finished off the song.

It was perfect. The atmosphere, the adrenaline, the sexuality, the chaos, it was everything. After living such a structured student life in Australia you were ready for the change of pace.

"Thank you! Our next song is gonna be a cover of Champagne and Sunshine by Plvtinum and Tarro. You ready?" Sunghoon announced.

Once again, the audience screamed.

Jimin looked at you with a smile. "How are you liking it?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "This is great! 20 out of 10!"

This was a song you have heard of so to say you were hyped was an understatement. All was better than expected with their vocals being perfect and instruments accompanying well. Then the pre-chorus came in and Jay was singing this part.

She got that rich girl L.A. vibe

She whip it good in her daddy's '95

Rough sex in the bedroom floor

Hop in the shower she's begging for more

Do not disturb on the hotel door

Waking the neighbors

Once again, directly to you.

The eye contact combined with the smirking and eyebrow raises was dangerous. You couldn't determine whether it was him flirting or just his charismatic duality.

The boys encouraged the audience to join in for the chorus. You and Jimin gladly participated, screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs.

All I want is champagne and sunshine

Looking for a good time

Sipping on the stars while we laying under sunlight

Tanned skin, light eyes

Oh my, she's so damn fine

Kissing on her neck

We be running from the night time

The energy was incredible. Everything around you was at an all-time high, but at the same time it was under control.

It seemed that the song ended too soon for your liking. Just as the final lyrics were sung the crowd cheered loudly.

"Okay okay! We got one more final song for you guys! Damn, you guys really know these lyrics!" Heeseung said breathlessly into the mic.

You laughed with Jimin and watched the guys grab waters. Jay peered down at you as he drank his and to say that was attractive would be an understatement. He had you wrapped around his finger already, and you weren't even fully conscious of how it happened.

"Okay! Our final song is gonna be on a more calm note and hopefully less sexual?" Jake announced.

Sunghoon chuckled into his mic and shook his head. "Nah, you guys are too dirty minded!" He teased.

The guys laughed at his words. Jay brought his mic to his mouth so he could announce the next song.

"Okay this last one is Cherry Cola but Kuwada! You guys ready?"

As the audience cheered they began to play the chords.

This song was a great way to end the night. It was more chill and relaxed, nothing to aggressive. You noticed that the guys were also more relaxed performing it. Jay's face was more calm and eased. He played the chords gently and smiled at you when he looked up.

They sang through the verses effortlessly.

She my cherry cola

She gonna' keep me sober

Let me keep you closer

Bubbly like a soda

Sweeter than the champagne

Smoother than this Coltrane

Keep me from the chardonnay

I'm just sipping one thing

You smiled at Jay when he sang that with the group. The guitar and bass really added to the song. Jay's solo was beautiful and reminded you of beaches. It was a perfect road trip song. You took a mental note of that so it would be added to the playlist.

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"So did you like it?" Jake asked you.

You smiled at him proudly. "I loved that! I'm so happy for you and the group! You all just came alive up there, I've never seen you look so excited Jake! I can't wait to see more shows!"

Your cousin chuckled. "If you enjoyed it that much I'll consider another show, maybe. But thanks for coming honestly! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself! It seemed like you and Jimin got closer, yeah?"

You looked over at them and they smiled. "I'd like to say so! We're gonna get along just fine!"

I nodded. The rest of the guys came out of different rooms. I looked at Jay and he smirked at me expectantly.

"Hey! So you enjoyed yourself?" He asked.

You nodded. "It was amazing! You all did amazing, honestly!"

Heeseung chuckled and looked at Jimin.

"And how about my baby?" He asked.

Jimin chuckled and nodded. "I agree with Y/N, you guys did amazing as usual!"

Heeseung smiled and kissed their temple gratefully. "Let me take you somewhere so you can compliment me in private."

The guys rolled theirs eyes and made gagging sounds.

"Hey, you guys still going to the after party?" Sunghoon asked.

Heeseung nodded and escorted Jimin to a back room.

You looked at Jake curiously. "After party?"

He shook his head. "You're not going, your parents would kill me if I let you go. I'll take you home."

Jay stood up and stopped Jake. "I'll take her. I wasn't planning on going to the party anyway."

Jake frowned. "Really? Bro it's like the third time in a row!"

Jay sighed. "You know my mom is back so..."

Sunghoon nodded. "Ah sorry bro. Must be one hell of a shit show?"

He nodded and eased with his keys. "Yeah, I don't wanna get into it. I'll take her home and head to mine."

Jake nodded and pointed to you. "Make sure to take my baby outside and refill her water bowl!"

You rolled your eyes. "I think Sunghoon drinks from a cup."

Jake blushed and coughed out of nervousness. "I-i meant Layla-"

"Yes I know you meant Layla! I'll see you when you get home." You said.

You followed Jay out to his car. He was stopped a few times to be complimented, but he made it clear he was trying to get you home.

"You can sit shotgun. Feel free to adjust the temperature and music." He said.

You said a quick "okay" before getting in the black BMW.

"How do you have a BMW at your age?" She wondered out loud unintentionally.

Jay chuckled and started the engine. "My dad's a CEO. My mom insisted on me getting a luxury car, but I wanted something simple so my dad compromised with this baby."

You nodded. "I like it, it suits you."

Jay brought his hand behind your headrest and backed out, seemingly oblivious to the impact it had on you.

"Why do girls like that shit?" He muttered.

You looked up at him confused.

"Like what?"

"When guys back out. Like all I'm doing is backing the car out and suddenly your legs are pressed together, why?" He wondered.

You bit your lip at his attentive nature.

"Um... I guess we feel protected? I'm not really sure honestly. Your side profile is attractive so that might have something to do with it." You admitted.

Jay glanced at you and smirked. "So you think I'm attractive?"

You laughed and shrugged. "Well you're not bad to look at! I won't lie to you and say you're ugly."

"But you'll feed my ego and say I'm hot." He added.

You sighed. "Now you're twisting my words!"

Jay laughed and smoothly made his turn. "Go ahead, princess! Say I'm hot!"

You shook your head and looked over at him. "I'm just saying you're not bad to look at!"

He hummed in understanding as he made his way to a convenience store.

"Come on, you need to eat."

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"And that's how your cousin embarrassed himself his first year of high school!"

You both laughed at the story that was just told. Jay had parked the car in a building parking lot so you both could eat the snacks he refused to let you pay for.

"You and him are very different." He stated.

You hummed and sipped your soda briefly. "How so?"

"Jake is a bit more impulsive whereas you seem to like plans. Not too structured, but generally planned out, like this. The plan is to take you home, but right now we're eating and talking, then I'll take you home. Jake would rather get in the car and just see what happens."

You chuckled at the accuracy.

"Well what about you? You seem to be somewhere in between." You mentioned.

Jay sighed. "You could say that. I like plans, but I don't mind spontaneous moments every once in awhile. I believe plans were meant to be broken."

You looked at him curiously. "Really? Elaborate."

Jay glanced at you and fell in love for a split second. The moonlight was doing wonders to your face. Something about the whole atmosphere was perfect once again.

The boy chuckled dryly and looked away. "Damn, you got questions."

You nodded. "I would apologize but to be fair I don't really know you that well. I've met you what, twice? Tell me what you're comfortable with."

Jay exhaled and tilted his head back against the headrest. "This is one of my dad's buildings."

You nodded for him to continue on.

"He's my biggest inspiration. He's hardworking but balances his time well, he's humble. I admire him so much."

His eyes lit up when talking about his dad. Usually it's the other way around; a father lights up talking about his pride and joy. For Jay he seemed to admire his father just as much if not more.

"But then there's my mom." He continued, "My mom is such a pill. She never leaves me alone, never lets me make my own decisions. She has to have a say in what's eat, who I'm friends with! She's obsessive and I hate it. You could say because of her I think plans should be broken because everything I do ruins her plans for my own life. I can't do anything to please her. Even when I was sent to the hospital for...I don't even wanna go there."

"You don't have to!" You reassured. "I told you to only say what you're comfortable with saying. For what it's worth, you seem stronger because of it."

He sighed. "I pray that I am. She's the reason I turned to less than appropriate things. Remember what I said about performing yesterday?"

You nodded. "You said that it gives you a high."

"Before that I wanted that high from other things." He explained.

Questions we're crossing your mind without looking both ways. It seemed Jay could tell because he turned to you.

"I know what you're thinking and yes, I was involved with drugs, fights, small crimes, alcohol, sex, the whole nine. Then I got on a stage and suddenly I felt higher than any intoxicator could ever get me." He explained.

You sat in a comfortable silence to take it all in. Jay's life on the surface seemed pretty shitty, but that's not what mattered. What mattered was the person who came out of it, and it was not the same Jay from before.

"So why do you still make dirty jokes around me?" You asked playfully.

"That's just my personality, some things never change."

"Then what about the flirting on stage?" You questioned.

Jay smirked and set his soda back in the cupholder.

"Is that what it looked like?"

"What it looked like was you singing lyrics to me directly."

The boy nodded and picked up his soda again. He bit on the straw and glanced in your direction.

"Maybe I was just trying to make your first concert experience better." He suggested.

You chuckled lightly and shook your head. "BS I'm calling it right now!"

Jay laughed and took some time to eat before speaking again.

"Okay I won't lie to you, I was. And what about it? You clearly liked it anyway!" He pointed out.

You shoved him lightly and fidgeted with your keychain.

"Is it bad if I did?" You wondered aloud.

Jay looked over to you and sighed.

"I mean, Jake said-"

"Fuck what Jake said. I know it hasn't been long but I feel some type of way about you. No rule of my cousin's or mommy issue of yours can change that." You interrupted.

Jay brought his leg up on the seat and leaned back.

"I don't do feelings." He started.

You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you before you could.

"Let me finish. I don't do feelings because my heart's been broken too many times and I've broken too many myself. But why are you different? It's been what, three days? Why the fuck are you so special? You've been on my mind like crazy." He explained.

You were at a loss for words. For someone who didn't do feelings he was laying everything out for you pretty clearly.

"So you don't wanna fuck me?" You asked somewhat sarcastically, hoping to bring some humor to the situation.

Jay chuckled and faced you. "Of course I wanna fuck you, but that's the problem. Part of me wants to be that guy to ruin you, but the other part of me wants to hide you from the world and protect you with all strings attached."

A silence filled the car for a bit before Jay checked the time.

"It's 12:30, your cousin will be back by two-ish. Let's get you home, yeah?" He muttered.

You nodded and watched him drive for another 30 minutes.

"Are you scared of me?" Jay asked suddenly.

You glanced at him and smiled lightly. He seemed so concerned about how you viewed him. It was cute to see him a little nervous.

"No, I'm not scared of you." You answered.

Jay shook his head, seemingly unsatisfied. "No no, are you scared of me? After all I just told you, from the mommy issues to the illegal activities, after everything I just confessed, are you scared of me?"

You nodded without hesitation. "My answer is still the same. I told you none of your confessions could change my feelings for you."

The boy took the next exit off the highway. Music from the stereo played softly, not willing to intrude on your conversation. Everything was as it should be, everything was so nice.

"What do you think of me?" You asked.

Jay looked over at you when he reached a stoplight.

"What do I think of you?"

You nodded, encouraging him to answer.

"I think you are so incredibly kind, caring, a great listener, hot, accepting, and so much more."

He quickly turned away to drive through the now green light.

"Well thank you, but summarize. What's your honest description of me?"

Jay smiled as he pulled into the neighborhood.

"Angelic, you're an angel to me."

You blushed and smiled like a little school girl. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you were way past butterflies.

"Am I making you nervous, baby?" Jay asked in a deep voice.

That did it for you. You whined quietly in your seat as the boy beside you laughed. He knew exactly how to push your buttons and you knew he would toy with them for as long as he could.

He parked in front of your house and got out to open your door.

"Lemme walk you to the door." He suggested.

You nodded and got out the car carefully. As you walked Jay smirked when he finally took in your outfit. When you felt eyes on your figure you turned around to find Jay shamelessly checking you out.

"Is there something you like, Mr. Jay?" You teased.

He nodded and came up beside you.

"I'm seeing a lot that I like. And please, call me Jongseong."

You rolled your eyes and walked up to the front door.

"Ah yes, the classic call me by my first name move on a girl to make her feel special."

Jay chuckled and shook his head. "I don't do that to everyone. The only people with that privilege are my fraternal grandparents, my dad, and now you."

You raised your eyebrows, slightly shocked. "Not even the guys or Jimin call you that?"

"Nope! Welcome to the exclusive club."

You both smiled and gave each other a look.

"Well you should head in the ho-"

"Angel, I'm not even gonna play with you right now. I wanna kiss you so bad before you go so can I?" He asked shamelessly.

You smiled and nodded. "Thank you because I don't do well with beating around the bush!"

Jay stepped closer to you and slowly leaned in. He meant to give you a simple peck, but then you locked lips properly. The kiss quickly turned into a longer one as neither of you wanted to let go.

"Jongseong!" You moaned lightly.

Jay was about to ascend right then and there. His name coming off of your lips was perfection. He could listen to that for the rest of his life.

He made a move to deepen the kiss as he had you pressed up against the door. His hands traveled underneath your skirt to your thighs, but he didn't touch anymore than that. Your hands were tangled in his hair and his lips took yours in gratefully.

After a few minutes Jay brought himself back and remembered breathing. He pulled away and took a few breaths as he looked at you. Your eyes were alight yet you still looked so innocent and angelic.

"Damn I'm fucked over." He mumbled.

You giggled and placed another kiss to his lips.

"I'd like to do that again sometime." You mentioned.

Jay nodded and placed his hands on your tiny waist. "Me too, but your cousin will kill us."

You nodded and took your phone out.

"Put your number in. What Jake doesn't know won't hurt him." You said.

Jay took the phone and quickly put in his number before calling it.

"Great, I'll save it to my phone. Now go inside before I do more to you than I intend!"

You chuckled and nodded. "Goodnight Jongseong."

"Goodnight angel!"

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Jake stumbled down the stairs with Sunghoon following behind. You were at the stove making hangover soup for him, not expecting to see the other male here.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on!" You asked loudly.

Jake looked up and sighed. "Damn it I was hoping you would be sleeping."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a bowl of soup.

"Eat this. Now you!" You pointed at Sunghoon who looked equally as tired. "Explain what the fuck is going on here!"

Sunghoon reluctantly sighed before explaining. "I won't speak on Jake's sexuality since it's not my place, but I'm not sure why I'm attracted to him. So we're trying to figure out how to label whatever this is. Until then we fuck, go on dates, flirt, and all that other romantic shit."

You looked at Jake for confirmation. He nodded as an answer.

"I'm bi and he's right. Last night we got carried away and-"

"Yeah yeah I get it. I'm glad you're happy but Park Sunghoon if you ever even think about hurting my cousin I will cut your dick off and your dog's too."

Sunghoon nodded and watched you grab your house keys.

"Woah woah woah! Where are you going?" Jake asked.

You smirked to yourself and headed out the door.

"I'm going to explore a little, maybe do some shopping. I'll be back by five-ish!"

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angel | kuroo tetsurou

summary: the only thing that came to mind when you heard the word angel, was your crushes ex girlfriend. so what do you do when suddenly you’re the angel or how a book can bring two people together

pairing: college!kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

genre: smut, a lotta plot tho, basically pwp

word count: 7.9k

warnings: dom!kuroo, fingering, oral fem! receiving, praise, both being extremly needy, it’s not really kinky, slight breeding kink tho, a few spanks, vaginal penetration

authors note: pls don’t even ask about the book thing, this entire thing is based of one of my dreams and i had no idea why the book appeared, but it did and i didn’t wanna leave it out soooo, ye<3 here’s a link to my masterlist

you sighed, as you continued typing your essay. maybe coming to the coffee shop was not the best idea you had, since it was friday and apparently every college student on campus decided it was coffee time after their lecture, but you didn’t expect it to be so overflown with people.

sitting at the far back, you realized that you were not going to get any work done with how loud everyone around you was being, so you just sat back and observed the people around you, while drinking the cheap coffee you ordered earlier. observing and analyzing the behavior of those around you always came natural to you. some guy watching his girlfriend as she was deciding what to order, even though she was taking way too long, with love. a friend group of a few pretty girls walking past a table full of sexist pigs who thought the only way to get their attention was by whistling after them as if they were dogs. and your crush looking at you.

wait.

huh?

quickly averting your eyes back to your laptop, you could feel your heart rate pick up to an unnatural speed. pretending to suddenly be terribly busy with drinking coffee, a million thoughts ran through your head. you were quite positive that you’ve seen his girlfriend sitting right next to him, so why was he staring so intensely at you?

it’s not as if you never talked. kuroo tetsurou was easily the most interesting person you have ever had the pleasure of having intellectual conversations with. you were taking some business classes in your third semester, since you thought they would be of value for your future. that’s where you met him. kuroo sat next to you since the first day of the lecture but you were way too intimidated by his attractiveness to start the first real conversation beyond greetings, so when the opportunity had arisen, you snatched it right away.

after one of the lectures, he left his phone on the desk and since he was already gone, you took it and hurried after him. just as he was leaving through the huge main doors of your university, you caught up to him and grabbed his arm. embarrassingly, not being the most athletic made you look like a creep as kuroo directed his confused stare at your form, hunched over, breathing hard but still latching onto his arm.

“uh, hi? y/n, right?”, the tall boys’ confusion lightly seeped into his questioning tone as his eyes moved between you and the hand you used to hold him back from walking further.

taking one last deep breath, you forced yourself to stand up right and look into his eyes, but oh, what mistake that was. funnily enough, you never actually looked directly into his eyes, so you didn’t expect to suddenly have to divert all your focus on trying to keep the gasp, you wanted to let out, in your throat. in your memories, from the milliseconds you had the courage to look into his eyes when he greeted you, his eyes were brown but all at once you were confronted with the most beautiful hazel eyes you have ever seen.

as a consequence of having to put all your mental capacity on not gasping out loud or even worse, admitting how attractive he was, the words that came out of your mouth only furthered your embarrassment.

“you. phone. lecture. forgot”, you stumbled over your words as if that were your first attempt at communicating.

feeling your already hot face burn brighter as tetsurous confusion further solidified on his handsome face, you only hoped he thought the running was responsible for you looking like a sweaty mess.

you forced yourself to let out a short laugh as you broke eye contact to gain back your composure. “sorry, I didn’t expect the running to get to me that bad. maybe lev is right, I should try some aerobics with him”, starting to mumble towards the end, you shook your head. “anyway, you forgot your phone on the table in our lecture just now. i didn’t want to hold onto it till thursday and didn’t know where else to find you, so i ran after you. m’ sorry if I kinda freaked you out”, you quickly added while holding out his phone to him.

as you never really talked to the tall man before, your head snapped up to look at him when you heard his deep chuckle. was there something that’s not attractive about this man?

taking the phone from your hands, you were finally able to experience the first full sentence kuroo tetsurou ever directed at you. “well, thanks. i definitely didn’t wanna be without a phone two whole days, so i appreciate you running after me with such determination”, he remarked, as he observed how out of breath you still were, grinning.

“oh god, you know, never doing anything nice for you ever again sounds good right about now”, you groaned, lifting a hand in front of your face to stop him from studying your slightly damp face.

nothing on this green-blue-brown floating rock in space that is also known as the earth, could have prepared you for what you were witnessing next. with your mouth slightly ajar, you looked at tetsurou as he leaned over, clutching his stomach, while letting out the funniest laugh you have ever heard in your life.

in your mind, you saw a quick flash of a scene from ‘the lion king’, in which one of the hyenas was laughing exactly like that. you briefly wondered whether kuroo was influenced by that scene as a kid before you couldn’t keep your laugh in anymore after the initial shock subdued.

“my apologies, the situation was just way too perfect for me to not tease you. i’d be honored if you’d grace me with your kindness again, my highness”, he slightly bowed while, once again, flashing you that sly smirk that made you wanna punch and make out with him at the same time.

you tried to match his energy as best as you could with your head jumbled from the proximity to the man you have been sitting next to every tuesday and thursday from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., but looking back at the interaction, you couldn’t wrap your head around tetsurou wanting to continue talking to you after that conversation.

“i’ll consider it, peasant.”

after that, you and your smart seatmate talked a lot more. you found out that he was majoring in sports management and minoring in chemistry even though it was so different from management, just because he liked it. lev, your best friend at college since the first day when he didn’t see you from his 6’5” point of view and knocked you over as you were looking at the menu in the very coffee shop you were currently sitting in, turned out to be one of kuroo’s old friends from high school. which let you to find out the most unfortunate information about kuroo tetsurou thus far.

as you were walking to your next lecture with the dark-haired man, lev joined in with a tall, blonde, and gorgeous woman by his side. you immediately recognized alisa, lev’s sister. even though the silver-haired boy was ginormous, he couldn’t hold his liquor very well, which resulted in you having to drag the giraffe of a human home after a party quite a few times. there, you met alisa.

wanting to go in for a hug with the beautiful blonde, you froze at once as you tried to process what you were seeing. tetsurou had an arm wrapped around her petite waist, the other one placed on her sharp jaw, as he softly pecked her lips.

lev excitedly started telling you about a new side job he got as a model and while you supported him with your whole heart and were genuinely proud of him for landing that job, you could only zero in on the sight in front of you. your eyes hyper focused on the way his large hands were gently grabbing her waist, your ears on the soft ‘how was your day?’ and flirty ‘better, now that you’re here’ exchanged.

putting on your best poker face and directing your attention to the excited titan beside you, your own reaction startled you. even more surprising was who you were jealous of. you did have a small crush on alisa at the start, who wouldn’t? she’s tall, beautiful, fun, loving, caring, alas she was way too similar to lev to develop a full-on crush on her. then, it dawned on you, that the one you were jealous of, was not tetsurou, but in fact, alisa.

of course, you thought your seatmate was attractive from the first moment you saw him, but how you managed to develop a crush on him without even realizing it, was beyond you. ugly, jealous thoughts made their way into your head about one of the most loveable people you met. those disgusting thoughts slithered their hands around your throat, trying to suffocate you and so you buried that small crush in the back of your mind.

after that encounter you kept your distance to the handsome male. it was better for you, your sanity and everyone involved. in no way were you ever going to go between a loving relationship because of your own selfish feelings.

for crying out loud, you didn’t even know kuroo that well while alisa was like a sister to you. however, you weren’t able to tune out the insecure voices in your head. of course, he liked tall, model-like women who resembled angels not only physically but also with their personality. who were you to compare yourself to her? not even you yourself liked who you were, so why would one of the most attractive guys you ever saw?

you deserved someone good, but alisa deserved the world, so you just wished that tetsurou was the best for her.

and while kuroo tetsurou was a lot of things, he wasn’t ignorant, so when you decided to sit down in another seat in the lecture a few times or made up some excuses as to why he couldn’t walk with you to your next seminar, he knew something was wrong.

which brings you back to right now, with you staring at your laptop, hoping that the boy you’ve been trying to avoid wouldn’t come over to check on you. alas, your luck was apparently all spent, because you could see a tall, dark figure drop themselves on the bench in front of you.

“y/n.”

at the low tone of his voice calling your name, you lifted your gaze from your laptop to look at the boy you were trying to stay clear of.

“hmm? oh, hey tetsurou. didn’t see you there.” bullshit, he thought.

“yeah, ’m here with alisa. just a quick break before she has her next lecture.” while saying that, kuroo focused on your expression, trying to gauge your emotions and maybe get a hint on why you were actively keeping him at arm’s length.

after taking a swift look in the direction the happy couple was sitting just a few minutes ago, you nodded and kept your eyes on your coffee.

“that’s nice, you should probably go back now though. don’t want you to waste precious date time”, you said cheerfully, but weren’t able to keep out the slightly bitter tone out of your voice. that’s exactly why you were trying to stay away from him. the sight of the merry couple only fueled your toxic thoughts about two people you cherished and even though you wished for them to be happy together, the insecurities deep inside you wouldn’t let you.

seeing the slight change in your voice and expression, kuroo cocked his head to the side. did he say the wrong thing?

“she’s already leaving, so i decided to catch up with you for a bit.”

fantastic.

“well,” you remarked while closing your laptop and starting to pack your things, “I also need to get going, was nice seeing you though.”

“i’ll walk you”, was in fact not what you wanted to hear. but the universe hated you for some reason. you looked back at him and waved your hand dismissingly, trying to speedily think of a reason why he couldn’t accompany you: “uh, you see, i, uh... i’m visiting my parents this weekend, so i’ll just take the train. ’m not going back to the dorms.”

even if kuroo would have been stupid and oblivious, which he was not, your hurried attempt at getting rid of him just confirmed all his suspicions. but the ex-captain wasn’t going to let you run away from him so easily.

“no problem, i’ll walk you to the train station. the field i practice volleyball in with lev and a few others is nearby. ‘was gonna head there anyway, let’s go.” this time, he didn’t let you enough time to object, so you were stuck grabbing your things and following him, regardless of what you wanted.

to your surprise, kuroo didn’t say a thing on the way to the train station. you expected him to force you into a whole debate about whether pluto was a planet or not, but he just stayed silent. was that a bit of your luck shining through, or was he angry?

not wanting to push your luck any longer, you stayed silent as well, as you waited for your train at the designated platform. guess you had to make a surprise visit to your hometown because of your little lie, but maybe that was exactly what you needed. some time away to clear your head.

but just as you got excited for the spontaneous trip, kuroo finally dropped what has been on his mind the whole walk or rather, the whole three weeks you’ve been running away from him as if he was on fire and you couldn’t wait to get away from him as far as possible.

“y/n. why are you avoiding me?”, he questioned, looking at the rails ahead, instead of you.

“w-what? i’m not, why would you think that?”, you quickly sputtered out, hardly able to convince yourself of your own lies.

tetsurou gave you a look of complete skepticism, quickly shutting down your protests. “don’t play dumb with me, ’m not stupid. i know you’re not sitting down way further in the back or running out of the lecture on accident. you’re doing this on purpose. even just a moment ago you didn’t want me to escort you. tell me why.”

luckily, the train arrived just on time, so you quickly hoped on with a fleeting 'see you next week' and hoped he would just assume you didn’t quite catch what he said because of the train.

he didn’t though. he knew that you heard him.

the short spontaneous weekend trip turned into you staying for almost two whole weeks because of a cold, so your mom wouldn’t let you return without someone taking care of you, not knowing you had some big news waiting for you once you got back.

“we broke up.”

wou were currently in the library after returning to campus, trying to catch up on some lectures you missed, when alisa entered. together, you were walking around the english literature section, catching up when she dropped the bomb.

“wait, what? how? when? why? huh? what did he do?”, you asked dumbfounded, feeling bad about your two friends, who were so clearly in love, breaking up. but even more than that, you could feel disgust creep up your spine because deep down you knew you were sickly happy about the fact that kuroo was now single. what a shit fucking friend you were.

“relax”, alisa chuckled. “he didn’t do anything, we just kinda came to the agreement that we don’t love each other the same anymore. i felt like he was always distracted the last weeks we were together, always deep in thought, and i decided to concentrate on my graduation and career as a model. it was a great college relationship and i still care for him, we just… we broke up about a week ago.”

“well, as long as you’re both happy with the decision”, you sighed while picking ‘pride and prejudice’ by jane austen from a bookshelf, not feeling like such a piece of shit for being lowkey happy about it anymore, but you still knew you two would never work. even if the breakup was mutually decided, tetsurou was still her ex.

hearing alisa giggle, you turned your gaze from the book in your hand and wondered: “huh? why are you laughing?” the tall blonde only grinned and continued her way down the aisle. completely confused, you followed her with the book still in hand.

“what the fuck? kinda acting sus not gonna lie.”

“wow, I thought you had better jokes than that y/n”, she teased, sitting down at a nearby table.

breathing out some air out of your nose in mock anger, you sat down beside her, tipping your non-existent fedora. “sorry i’m not up to your comedy standards, m’lady.”

alisa laughed loudly before noticing the book you were still holding, her laughter turning into a knowing grin. once again, you shot her a confused look: “what is it with you today? your mood swings are confusing the shit outta me.”

“you know, that’s like one of tetsu’s favorite books.”

“what? 'pride and prejudice'?”, you inquired, puzzled. why was she telling you this? “are you like, having some post-breakup nostalgia or?”

she laughed once again, waving her manicured hand dismissingly and shaking her head: “it just kinda popped into my head. i never read it, but he once wanted to read it to me. it did not end well; i couldn’t take it seriously and had to laugh the whole time. he just gave up and sulked for the rest of the evening.”

“yep, definitely pbn”. the girl shoved your shoulder slightly while snickering before taking out her laptop and working on something, leaving you alone with your conflicted thoughts.

as fate would have it, you didn’t really talk to kuroo for the last two weeks of lectures. finals were catching up and you had a lot of exams, leaving you with no time to catch up with the tall boy. plus, you were still trying to avoid him. you weren’t about to give into temptation and try your luck with alisa’s ex, which was much easier if said temptation didn’t walk around looking fine directly in front of you.

but with the weekend starting, you agreed to go to a party with the haiba siblings to treat yourself to a break from typing essay after essay. it was obvious that kuroo would also be there and this time, you wouldn’t be able to avoid him. the running had finally caught up to you.

before the party, you decided to go to the library to work on one of your essays, but with how much work there was left, you simply forgot the time. at 10 p.m., your phone rang.

“hello?”

“girl? why aren’t you here yet? and why aren’t you answering our messages? we texted you like a million times”, levs’ questioning voice echoed through the speaker.

quickly checking the time and number of messages you got, you gasped: “oh god, so sorry! i was at the library working on my shitty marketing essay! ’m gonna be right there!”

ending the phone call, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to your dorms. stripping on the way to the bathroom in your one room apartment, you hopped into the shower, feeling as if you were trying to break the world record for the fastest shower known to men.

as you were stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, someone knocked at your door, startling you. did the haiba siblings come to pick you up? with a hasty ‘’m coming’, you hurried to the door in only a towel.

“hey, I just got out of the shower, I just need…” faltering in your sentence, you gripped your towel tighter, trying not to freak out. because there were no alisa and lev in sight. just kuroo tetsurou. while you were standing there. with only a towel on. fuck. “that’s uh… you’re not alisa and lev.”

“er… n-no, no i’m not”, kuroo stuttered out, at least having the decency to avert his eyes to the ceiling, realizing what you had or rather had not on after checking you out. collecting your composure, you shot him a tight-lipped smile and stepped aside to let him in.

“come in, I just need to get dressed and do my makeup. you can wait inside.”

walking past you, the dark-haired man pretended to scratch his head to hide his red ears and quickly surveyed your room. “that’s…”, breaking off his sentence instantly when his voice cracked, he cleared his throat before trying again. “nice room.”

while kuroo tried not to have a mental breakdown and remember what he came here for, you picked up your disregarded clothes from earlier of the floor, being mindful of not to flash the man, and made your way to your wardrobe, chucking in your dirty laundry and scanning your variety of clothes to pick out the most flattering outfit for the party. “uh, yeah, thanks. so, uh, what did you want? ee would’ve seen each other at the party later anyway.”

but there was no answer, making you frown. just as you wanted to turn around, calling his name in confusion, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist loosely, causing you to choke out his name.

kuroo leaned his head down towards your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your strawberry bodywash before sighing contently. his soft, plump lips slowly trailed up to your ear, creating goosebumps on their way, before lowly murmuring: “you smell delicious. i could eat you up.”

you could feel yourself shiver at the low timbre of his voice and the indication of his words, as your heart rate picked up to the point you had the feeling as though you were going to die right then and there. how did his demeanor change so suddenly? it seemed as if you were in a room with a completely different person.

the ex-captain smugly grinned as he felt your breath quicken and chest heave without him even doing much, tightening one arm around your waist, while his large hand on the other arm splayed itself on your stomach, slowly sliding down towards where you wanted him. “hm? can I do that baby?”

just as quickly as the thoughts of ‘stop, this is so wrong. what about alisa?’ appeared in your mind, they immediately disappeared with the sweet melody of kuroo calling you baby.

not being able to keep a little whine from slipping out at the pet name, you nodded, your cheeks unbearably hot. but that wasn’t enough for him. tetsurou wanted your verbal consent, even if his half-hard cock already slightly twitched at the small noise you let out without him even touching you properly, screaming at him to finally fuck you.

avoiding the area, you wanted him to touch the most, his hand grabbed your thigh, causing you to squeeze your legs together in search of relief. he tsked at your lack of words and lightly spanked your thigh before tightening his grip around the fat, earning him a surprised squeak from you. “no, use your big girl words baby. i want to hear it.”

the instant tetsurou startled you with the spank, you hurriedly grabbed onto his forearms, lightly digging your nails into the muscles. already, everything was getting too much. his smooth voice seducing you, his dominant touch jumbling up your brain, his urgent need to hear your consent, his pleasant scent of a mix of his cologne, mint and husk surrounding you. him, him, him. you wanted more. you needed more. the slick between your legs grew embarrassingly fast, smearing on the inside of your thighs, showing off kuroo’s effect on you evidently.

“please… please touch me tetsu', I need it”, you whimpered out impatiently, making him close his eyes to stop himself from cumming already, your needy voice going straight to his dick standing at full attention. and even though the menace in him wanted to tease you and hear you beg more; he knew that he didn’t have the willpower to deny himself of having you any longer.

as you felt the tall male finally place his hand underneath your towel and cup your pussy, your head rolled back onto his shoulder, giving him full access to your neck. while dragging his middle and index finger through your folds leisurely, his lips and tongue placed hungry kisses on your neck.

“fuck, angel, you’re soaking wet. Is that all because of me, hmm?”, he lowly murmured against your neck, while his fingers simultaneously slowly circled your clit. you couldn’t stop your eyes from lolling to the back of your head or the small whimper that left you, even though the ‘angel’ left a bitter taste in your mouth. as much as the pet name made your stomach all tingly, you always compared alisa to an angel, so it didn’t quite sit well to be called that by her own ex.

but as you felt his middle finger enter you, all thoughts flew out of your head. The only thing on your mind were the raspy praises against your neck and his finger moving at a torturous pace inside you.

“please tetsu', more, I need more”, you complained whiny, because as much as it was all overwhelming, it also wasn’t enough. kuroo could only grin at your eagerness, but couldn’t blame you, since his own patience was speedily wearing thin.

with an uttered ‘everything for you angel’, he added his index finger into the mix, curling the two digits and, not wasting a moment, pumping them into you at a rapid pace, eliciting a quiet moan out of you. the ex-captain noted that you weren’t much of a moaner and mentally made it a challenge to have you crying for him by the end of the night. so, without much warning, his long, thick fingers started hammering against your g-spot while his thumb circled your clit at the same time, making you squeeze your eyes shut with your mouth opening in a silent scream, your hands searching for stability on the closet in front of you.

“c’mon, y/n, baby, i know you want it, fucking give it to me. ‘been fantasizing about this so long, just wanna make you feel good and fall apart for me. show me how much of a good girl you are.” his smooth voice flowed into your ear, seducing you to fully give into him. you felt as if you were being lured by satan himself and you were just a weak little human, not nearly strong enough to resist the whisper of the devil.

with a series of soft, high-pitched moans, you came on his fingers without any warning, your legs giving out at the intensity of it all. tetsurou only tightened his arm around your waist, picking you up without any trouble, making you clench around nothing at his display of effortless strength as he withdrew his fingers from your dripping hole. you thought you heard a small ‘good girl’, but you couldn’t tell for sure with the way you were still floating on cloud nine after he brought you to your orgasm that quickly.

panting and shivering at the goosebumps erupting, you lifted your gaze up at him as he placed you on your bed, only to find him already staring at you with low lids and completely black eyes, the beautiful hazel color of his eyes lost in all the lust and desire that took over his expression.

refusing to break eye-contact, kuroo lifted his with your essence-soaked fingers to his plush lips, wrapping them around the digits and sucking lewdly at them. once again, you felt yourself clench around nothing, rubbing your thighs against each other to get some relief, when you saw his eyes roll back as he tasted you.

the next thing you knew, your back hit the bed with the broad man lying between your spread legs, making you yelp. you could feel the atmosphere around tetsurou change once again. he was a lot more feral than he was before, as if his patience were running out.

his biceps wrapped around your plush thighs, holding you in place since the feeling of his breath against your cunt made your hips twitch up at their own accord, exposing the strong want you had for the man between your legs.

“’m gonna fucking wreck you angel”, he growled against your slit, before diving right in, licking and sucking messily at your clit, your pussy lips, everywhere he could reach. and as much as it shouldn’t feel pleasurable with him being as aggressive as he was, it felt fucking heavenly. you couldn’t help but arch your back, hands flying down to tangle in his messy rooster hair and tugging at the surprisingly soft strands, causing him to moan hoarsely against your sensitive pussy, the vibrations only egging you on. something about kuroo tetsurou losing his usual provocative, teasing demeanor as he ate you out felt so raw and animalistic, that it made your head spin and toes curl.

his large hand crept up your torso and he finally removed the towel that barely hid your breasts from him before palming one, drawing a content sigh out of you at the attention. but as much as he enjoyed listening to you whine and sigh because of the pleasure he was causing you, he wanted, no, needed to hear how much you wanted this, how much you wanted him.

“tell me how it feels angel, tell me how good it feels. ‘wanna hear your pretty voice, baby”, he huskily mumbled against your clit, making you arch your back at the delicious vibrations echoing through your core. but as much as you enjoyed hearing his dirty talk, you felt insecure about yours not turning him on.

preparing yourself mentally as good as you managed with the way he ate you out like a man starved, you allowed yourself a glance down only to see him expectantly observing you. the erotic sight only coaxed another high-pitched whine out of you, your head lolling back against your pillow.

at the next harsh suck on your sensitive bundle of nerves, your hips thrusted up against his skilled tongue and you finally gave in to your desire of wanting to tell him how good he was making you feel. only him.

“fuck, tetsu', d-don’t stop. feels so good, you feel so good, only you, please, please, please”, you needily moaned while grinding your hips up, simultaneously pushing his head deeper into your pussy and if kuroo had any self-control left, it was definitely gone now.

his toned biceps tightened around your thighs. his large hands squeezed your breast and hip harshly, leaving bruises for you to discover tomorrow. his able tongue messily switched between being shoved deep inside you and swirling your clit and you could feel the bed shake with how forceful he was humping the bed just from eating you out and hearing you talk like that. every little thing contributed to your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. you were fairly sure you even blacked out for a few seconds because the next time you focused your attention back on tetsurou, he was frantically unbuttoning his jeans, with his shirt already off, whipping out his cock.

you felt your eyes widen as well as your pussy clench, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this horny, but you also weren’t sure how the fuck you were supposed to fit a cock this big and girthy inside you. meanwhile kuroo took off his boxers and contently sighed as he finally started stroking himself, giving himself some relief but it wasn’t enough. not by a long shot.

zoning in on your face once again - sweaty, low lidded eyes, blown out pupils- the impatient boy leaned down and kissed you for the first time that evening. after everything that just transpired between you two, the kiss definitely felt the most intimate, but it was also what you were craving the most from tetsurou for months now.

you didn’t know how to possibly express all the emotions you were currently overwhelmed with, so you tried to translate it all through the kiss. kissing back harder, all teeth and tongue, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing your thighs against his hips, hoping it was enough to convey what you wanted to say.

apparently, it was, because you could hear kuroo lowly growl against your lips before starting to dig his fingers into your hips and grind against you, finally letting you feel him where you needed him the most.

“n-not enough, tetsu'”, you eagerly whined, raising your hips, hoping it was enough to convince him to finally fuck you like you craved him to. but as thin as his patience was at the moment, kuroo tetsurou would not be kuroo tetsurou without his teasing antics.

he slyly grinned, pressing feather-light kisses down from your lips to your throat, making his way to your breasts, where he teasingly kitten-licked your nipples a few times, letting you think you were finally getting what you wanted before he raised his head and stared you down with his almost pitch-black eyes. “mmm, I know you can do better than that kitten”, he gruffly remarked while continuing to grind against you slowly, making you jerk and mewl every time you felt the head of his cock bump against your clit. “what do you want me to do, baby?”

how he still had it in him to tease and deny you, was beyond you, because you were on the edge of breaking down from how bad you wanted him. “’want you to fuck me, tetsu'”, you confidently said while gazing into his eyes, or at least, you tried to sound confident, but you were only able to whine and moan at this point.

kuroo closed his eyes and felt himself twitch against your pussy. you were going to be the death of him. sitting back up on his knees, he grabbed his cock and lined it up with your entrance, making you spread your legs automatically wider at the sight.

with one sharp snap of his hips, you both groaned simultaneously, your groan high-pitched, his low and guttural, at the feeling you’ve both been craving for. “fuck, you’re on birth control, right?”, he asked, straining himself as to not just start pounding you into oblivion or cum right on the spot.

“yes, shit”, you breathlessly answered, putting your hands against his toned abdomen as to let him know to wait, which only made him clench his abs at the feeling of your soft hands on his exposed skin. “j-just give me a sec, need a moment”, you murmured avoiding eye contact, suddenly shy at the fact that you were just lying there with kuroo balls deep inside you.

sensing your mood shift, the tall male grinned his cheshire-grin at you and teasingly remarked: “why? am i too big for you, huh?”, hoping it’d make you laugh and relax a bit, soon realizing that the idea completely back-fired on him.

as you started to laugh at his arrogant remark, hitting his abs slightly and telling him to shut up, your core clenched in-sync with your laughter, making you freeze at the sudden loud, almost pornographic moan escaping tetsurou’s lips.

looking up at him, you finally realized how much he was holding back as to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable. the handsome boys’ wild hair was already sticking to the sweat forming on his forehead, his jaw clenched painfully, nostrils flaring, eyebrows furrowed, biceps bulging with how hard he was gripping the sheets beside your hips to restrain himself. the thought of him wanting to fuck you so bad but holding back for your pleasure and well-being, was enough to make you clench down on him again, rolling your hips up against his and declaring: “’m ready, tetsu'. please, f-fuck me”.

with your words and the grinding of your hips, kuroo really couldn’t hold back the little stutter his hips did against yours but fuck, was he embarrassed by it. he felt like a teenager, touching real boobs for the first time all over again, knowing he wouldn’t last long. not with how long he had fantasized about this and with how you reacted to his every move and touch, squeezing him so tight, he felt like he wouldn’t even be able to move.

“’m gonna break you”, and with those final words, his large, veiny hands gripped your hips in a bruising, vice grip, pulling out so only his tip was inside your messy, drooling cunt, before snapping right back in, making you choke on your breath at the impact.

as much as kuroo wanted to bust inside you right then and there, the strong urge to see you lose yourself on his cock while he ruined every other man for you was much more prominent. so, the ex-captain rutted in your pussy like his life depended on it, wanting your moans and mewls and whines to never stop. there was so much that was running through his head while being empty at the same time. the only thought was to bring you both to earth-shattering orgasms, but he also wanted to spit in your mouth, choke you, spank your thighs and ass till you wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow. he wanted to come on your thighs, your tits, face, but he also wanted to breed you.

you two were definitely way too young for children but he couldn’t get the mental image of you, stuffed with his cum with it running down your legs out of his mind, only making it harder for him not to cum immediately.

but you weren’t doing better either. the pace that kuroo was fucking you at, had you seeing stars, riding you up higher on the bed with every thrust and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. you gripped the sheets, his hands, his forearms, your breasts, anything, to try to stabilize yourself as you approached your high embarrassingly fast without your clit even being touched.

just as the thought crossed your mind, you felt tetsus’ calloused fingertips, from years of playing volleyball, circle your clit, causing you to throw your head back with your lips open in a silent scream.

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight kitten, so much better than i ever imagined. cum for me, wanna feel you cream on my fat cock, wanna see you lose your mind baby, give it to me”. at this point, he basically started rambling on about how hot and tight you were, how he wanted you to cum around his cock so badly, how you were gonna make him cum so hard, how you were making such a mess for him, what a good girl you were.

just as you felt yourself almost falling over the edge at the added stimulus to your clit and the filthy praises that were coming out of his mouth, you yanked the boy down by his arm, wrapping your arms around him firmly and kissing him so hard, you were sure you both would have bruised lips later.

with the new position and the intimacy of being pressed up against each other, one more thrust, and you were gone. cumming around his cock so hard, you couldn’t remember the last time someone made you cum that hard, if ever.

the pornographic moans of his name along with some ‘fuck’s and ‘so good’s, the jerking of your body against his and the vice-grip of your pussy on his dick as you came. it was all too much for the poor boy who didn’t even cum once the whole time, while you already had three orgasms under your belt. the last straw was your quiet, little ‘cum inside tetsu', want you to fill me up’ and so, a few short, sloppy thrusts later, kuroo buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly as he came inside, spurting hot, white cum against your abused walls.

the feeling of being filled up to the hilt by kuroo tetsurou was intoxicating. you whined, wrapping your legs around his hips, caging him in so he couldn’t pull out, not wanting the moment to end.

you both lied there, trying to catch your breath. as he pulled out after a few moments and got up to go grab a towel to clean you up, your hand caught his. “don’t go, where are you going?”, you whined needily, wanting to cuddle, to worn-out to care about the mess gushing out of your hole onto the bed sheets.

chuckling, the tall boy leaned down, kissing your forehead: “’m not going anywhere angel, I’m just gonna grab a towel and clean you up”. with that he retreated to the bathroom in search of a towel to use.

you, on the other hand, suddenly sobered up from your drunk-on-lust high at the pet name, making you realize what you just did. fuck, you just banged alisa’s ex-boyfriend. they weren’t even broken off for that long and you already betrayed her.

feeling like a bad friend and complete whore, you didn’t even register said ex-boyfriend was back, making you flinch at the sudden contact of your sensitive pussy with the wet, rough towel.

“relax baby, it’s just me”, he teasingly chuckled, while cleaning you up. when he didn’t hear you chuckle or bite back at his teasing, his expression morphed into a frown, lifting his gaze from your core to your face. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, thanks.” but of course, you were lying. the panic that slowly settled in your chest was threatening to suffocate you. hell, you weren’t even able to look at him properly.

you felt kuroo grab your chin with his fingers gently, turning your head so you had to look at him. tetsurou was completely serious, he only hoped you weren’t regretting what just transpired between you two, as he repeated: “what’s. wrong?”, emphasizing those two words so you knew there was no point in lying.

feeling your eyes water up, you cursed yourself for showing weakness, since you weren’t one to cry often, especially in front of other people. “what are we going to tell alisa?”

that caught him off guard. “alisa?”, he repeated questioningly, as if he didn’t know what you meant. how could he not know? was he that stupid?

you sat up, rubbing at your eyes frantically with the rising anger inside your chest. “yeah, alisa. your ex. the one that’s like a sister to me. how am I supposed to look her in the eyes after what we just did?”

kuroo wasn’t stupid. you could vouch for that any day. you saw him in your lecture, and you had studied a lot with him, but right now, you were sure he was the dumbest person you ever knew, even beating lev. because even after explaining, he still only looked at you with a confused gaze, saying: “i don’t quite follow?”

groaning, you ran your hands through your hair in frustration, declaring: “you’re really smart, but you’re being so fucking dumb right now. how the fuck am I supposed to talk to one of my closest friends after I fucked her ex-boyfriend, who she loved by the way, not even that long after they broke up?”

finally, it clicked in kuroo’s brain. but the last thing you expected, was to hear him laugh. your head snapped up at the sound, glaring at him you almost growled: “what the fuck’s so funny, you fucking bedhead?”

“oh wow, throwing in the insults huh?”, he said between chuckles. “it’s funny because alisa was the one who encouraged me to come here tonight, though I don’t think she wanted us to outright fuck but, you know.”

what now?

“what do you mean she encouraged you to come here?”, you interrogated perplexed. suddenly he was acting all shy and sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his big hand, avoiding your eyes.

“well… we’re still friends, so we were talking about our lectures a week ago and she suddenly mentioned how you also were a fan of 'pride and rejudice'. i just… got kinda excited at that, since alisa wasn’t really interested in things like that, so i started asking her about it. she then called me out on my crush on you, saying she already knows why i was so distracted the weeks leading up to our break-up, thinking about you.”

while listening, your anger slowly morphed into nervousness at kuroo openly admitting he also had a crush on you, but you wanted him to finish his story before addressing the elephant in the room.

“i apologized immediately, thinking she was angry at me, but you know her. she was so sweet, saying she would only be happier if it worked out between us. after, she tried to set us up to talk to each other, but you avoided me like the plague, so she told me to come here before the party since you were running late, to confront you and settle it once and for all but uh…”, he sheepishly smiled, “i kinda got distracted when you opened the door in only a towel, so… that didn’t go as planned.”

sitting with your mouth agape in a ‘o’, your brain tried to process all the information, not knowing what to say to his confession and explanation.

“soooo… she’s not gonna hate me and cancel our friendship?”, you carefully pressed, just to be sure. “no, I don’t think she will”, he chortled.

“oh.”

with that, the room was suddenly extremely silent, making you and kuroo even more nervous. clearing his throat, he couldn’t take the silence anymore. “are you gonna give me an answer to my confession, or am I like, totally embarrassing myself right now?”

“uh, no, yeah”, you softly giggled at his obvious anxiousness. taking his face between your hands, you looked right into his hazel eyes in the dim lighting, before gently smiling at him.

“i like you too, nerd.”

bonus:

the next morning, you woke up to your phone aggressively vibrating on your nightstand beside your bed. you blindly reached out, picking up the call without even opening your eyes, clearly still half-asleep.

“hello?”, you groggily asked your caller, wondering who the fuck was calling you this early, when lev’s voice filled your ear. “y/n? hey, we we’re worried about you yesterday. why didn’t you show up? it was so much fun”, the big, over-grown baby whined.

looking down at the reason you weren’t able to attend the party sleeping soundly with his head on your chest, you smiled, carding your fingers softly through his raven-black hair.

“just… reasons”.

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Curfew

Randy Meeks x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3065 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader struggling when the curfew is put into place, but Randy has an idea that could make it a little better.

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You were bored.

Woodsboro wasn’t a super happening place to begin with but now that the curfew was in place, it was even worse.

There was nothing to do, and with the additional stress that these recent murders had put on everyone, you were about to blow. The boys could see it, Tatum and Sidney could see it, and most important, Randy could see it.

It was only a matter of time before you absolutely lost it.

Your parents were taking this whole thing extra hard and basically had you on complete lockdown outside of attending school. They couldn’t imagine going through what Casey and Steve’s parents were going through right now, and they were scared.

Which was fair enough.

Everyone was scared right now, but you didn’t understand how putting you under house arrest was going to keep you any safer than you would be anywhere else. Casey was killed at home, after all?

If anything, you would be much safer in a group setting than you would be locked up in your house alone. Still, your parents had made themselves very clear where this topic was concerned. You were absolutely forbidden from attending Stu’s party, or any other party until the curfew was lifted.

It just made everything that much worse.

Parties, especially Stu’s parties, were one of the only things you were looking forward to as of late. Knowing that you couldn’t go to them was really starting to wear on you, and you were understandably let down by the whole thing.

...but it wasn’t just that.

Getting together with a big group of people, your age and ready to party, was an escape for you. With so much uncertainty going on and everything falling apart at the seams, you needed that normalcy to feel human again.

Not that you could really complain about that to anyone who could actually do something about it.

You knew that there was a very real danger out there and the only way to really be safe would be to stay inside your home where no one could get you but you just felt like your folks were taking it a little too seriously.

If everyone else was going to be out anyway, what different was it going to make, really? If anything, it made you a bigger target because you were one of the only people stuck in your house while everybody else was together.

To you, the logic was sound but to them, it was little more than a pathetic excuse to get out of the town’s mandated curfew.

Which it kind of was, but you couldn’t help but feel like they were being unreasonable. You were a smart, responsible young woman and you weren’t going to take any stupid, unnecessary risks. You just wanted to maintain some level of normal life.

You were tired of being stuck at home like a rat in a cage, never allowed to go out and do anything. It was a stark contrast to how you normally were, with a thriving social life and active party presence.

It was almost as if you were dead too, not to be dramatic.

This was just hard on you, and they weren’t making it any easier. You had to rely on your friends, now more than ever, and they were basically cutting off any contact you had with them to lunch at school and quick phone conversations.

No one would have just taken that and been happy with it. Certainly not within your tight knit group of friends.

You sighed, fiddling with your pen as you tried to remember all the things you needed to get done when you got home. You knew well enough to know that if you didn’t write it down now, you would never remember it all.

With everything else on your mind, school seemed like the least of your worries.

You were so enthralled, in fact, tapping your pen away on the table that you didn’t even notice at first when Randy came up and sat down beside you, taking note of how unhappy you were about everything going on right now.

He couldn’t blame you.

The male at your side was perfectly aware of how excited you had been for the parties the recent nice weather was bound to bring, and equally as aware of how bummed you were that your parents had put a kibosh on the latest shindig before it even had a chance to begin.

“You okay?” he hummed, startling you just a bit when you looked up to see him already sitting at your side, but the racing in your chest calmed down just as quick. No one really knew who was responsible for all these terrible murders but you knew in your heart it wasn’t Randy.

You had known him all your life and even if he was a little strange, he was the sweetest guy in Woodsboro. He wasn’t some natural born killer or a sociopath on a killing spree.

“Honestly, if I have to think about this anymore, my brain might explode” you allowed, leaning slightly into his side to take some of the pressure off your aching, tight muscles as you kept focus on your schedule.

All this stress had to be bad for your body.

Tatum seemed to think so, at least, warning you that if you didn’t learn to decompress somehow you were going to go prematurely grey and get crows feet under your eyes. While you weren’t sure how much you trusted her endless cosmo knowledge, you certainly didn’t feel the greatest.

This was all just a lot for one person to juggle.

Randy could see that much.

He had been watching you all day, moping around that you wouldn’t be allowed to go to Stu’s party and worrying about a huge midterm you had to take for your english class that would physically make or break your grade.

You were spreading yourself way too thin. Luckily, he had an idea of just how he could help you feel a little bit better without breaking your parents' rules.

He just wasn’t so sure you’d go for it once you found out just what he had in mind.

“I was thinking, maybe you’d wanna come over to my place later? I have tonight off so we could watch a movie or something?” he offered, trying not to come across as painfully awkward as he felt. Randy was your friend, and usually could talk to you no problem but what he was proposing was different.

The two of you had never really hung out, just the two of you, before.

You nodded, not even looking up from your notebook as you scribbled something down in black ink, likely a reminder to do your calculus homework based on the way your brow knit together as you formed the letters.

You were preoccupied, too in your head to really consider what was going on but he certainly wasn’t.

Randy was aware of every little movement you made, from the way your nose scrunched up as you concentrated on making sure all the due dates and assignments were right on your calendar to the way your shoulder rested gently against his side.

“Who else did you invite? You know Tatum always complains about the movies you pick” you reminded, thinking over all the times the six of you had tried to watch movies together in the past. She got bored of psychological thrillers and grossed out at the gorey slashers.

She was much more of a Meg Ryan fan herself, constantly pulling for the cheesy romance flicks that made you want to ralph. You couldn’t put it past her to make Randy grab a couple of sappy videos too, just in case.

If she was going to be involved in movie night, you were sure you’d have to shoot down a few of those crappy comedies before you could watch anything worthwhile.

Randy sighed lightly, doing his best to keep you from noticing as he thought about what his next move was. Clearly, you’d missed the point of what he was asking entirely, not that he could blame you.

He had never really been good at asking out pretty girls, especially not ones he;d known since he was in elementary school, so this was new for him as well. He just sort of hoped that you would catch his drift early so he wouldn’t have to clarify out loud.

The last thing he wanted to do was put you on the spot and make you uncomfortable.

“Oh, I was actually hoping it could just be the two of us. I know it's no Stu Macher party but it could be fun” he shrugged, this time almost wishing a giant hole would open up from under him so that he didn’t have to have this conversation.

He wanted you to say yes, of course, more than anything but he just wasn’t sure if it was going to happen and if it wasn’t, he wanted to know early on.

At least then he could have some dignity in this whole thing.

You stopped writing for a second, letting the meaning of his words sink in as you sat there, your left leg bouncing up and down to try and keep up with the racing of your thoughts. It had been going nonstop since you sat down, but now, it was just resting against his.

Was Randy hitting on you?

Randy Meeks, your childhood best friend who had never once made a move on you aside from calling you pretty in your winter formal dress in middle school?

It didn't seem likely, but it was also hard to misinterpret his words. That was about as cut and dry as a date invite could be, and if it had been coming from anyone else, Tatum and Sid would have surely confirmed it for you if you asked.

Not that you could ask either of them right now.

“You wanna watch a movie tonight? Just you and me, at your house?” you clarified, setting your notebook down beside you without a second thought in favor of looking him in the eye.

He was uncertain for a second, trying to read any cues of how you were feeling about that from your own expression but found nothing there, so he nodded.

“Like a date?” you hummed, the words barely leaving your lips as you spoke them, feeling silly at having to clarify at all but you couldn’t help it. If he wasn’t meaning it in that way and you took it like that, you risked making an even bigger ass of yourself.

...but if he did, you needed to know that too.

There was a light blush on his freckled face as he considered his options before he nodded again, giving you all the information you needed. Randy was definitely hitting on you, now all you had to do was decide if you wanted to.

A movie could be fun.

You and Randy had watched a hundred movies together before, with you sometimes staying after hours at the video store while he closed to just see the ending of Frankenstein's bride that you loved so much.

Usually, there were more people there, Tatum and Stu at the very least, with Billy and Sid joining in when they saw fit, but it couldn’t be so different to just be the two of you.

You loved spending time with him, so doing so under the context of it being a date couldn’t possibly change that up so much. This was just Randy after all, it wasn’t like he was some guy you’d only just met or some creep Tatum thought it was okay to set you up with.

...and you were sure that your parents would agree to it.

Spending a few hours at Randy’s house was vastly different than going to some house party and out of all your friends, you knew that they trusted him the most. If he said you were there, they would believe him which would cut down on the third degree.

There really were no downsides.

Besides, if you were going to go out with any of your friends, it would be him, even if Billy or Stu did happen to be single. You and Randy just had a lot more in common and you knew that he would never put you in any danger.

You trusted him, and you liked him.

If he liked you too, it only made sense that you had a movie night together, just the two of you.

Getting your parents to agree to letting you spend a few hours at Randy’s house wasn’t as easy a sell as you thought it would be but by the time he came to pick you up, he managed to convince them that it would all be fine.

He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, and in all honesty, they believed it.

Randy had never given them any reason not to trust him and at the end of the day, they came to the conclusion that you did have a little bit of a point. Knowing that you were somewhere with someone else made them feel a little bit better than if you were home alone.

It brought some amount of comfort to know that Randy would be there with you. Besides, your mother was just so thrilled that he’d finally asked you out on a date that you were sure she would have agreed to anything.

That was how you got here in the first place, walking down the familiar aisles of the video store with Randy as you searched for something to watch. Between the two of you, you had basically seen all the good horror films that they had available.

Not that knowing that was stopping either of you from picking up title after title, looking them over incredulously as you searched for the perfect thing.

Initially, Randy was just going to pick something up on the way to get you but decided that this would probably be more up your alley first. The video store was only open for a short time today due to the curfew but that was more than enough time for him to find exactly what he wanted.

After all, there wasn’t a title in the store that Randy didn’t know by heart. In fact, he had likely put them each right where they were, in each of their respective spots on the shelf. That was literally all he did all day when he did work.

“What about this one?” you suggested, holding up a pretty well loved copy of night of the living dead happily for his approval. It was a classic, one that you had each seen a dozen times, but because of that, it was quick to go into the basket.

Then, after scanning the few horror aisles one more time, Randy settled on what he always settled on and plucked a copy of Prom Night off the shelf.

At this point, you were sure he’d rented that specific video nineteen times by now but didn’t bother to point that out. You knew that it was one of his favorite movies of all time and if that was what he wanted to watch tonight, you weren’t going to argue.

All you really wanted to do was spend the night relaxing with your best friend, on what was technically also your first date. It was a little bit of pressure, more so than you were used to, but nothing that you couldn’t handle.

At the end of the day, you loved Randy and this was just something else you could do together.

“Alright, are you ready to go? I’ve got plenty of good snacks at the house for us to munch on too” he promised, fully aware of just how you liked your movie nights to go down. That was something else the two of you had in common.

You were very particular about your movies, especially horror movies.

It was something he could appreciate, along with your sense of humor and heart of gold. All in all, when Randy actually stopped to think about it, he wasn’t sure why he’d waited so long to ask you to do this in the first place.

This was going to be awesome.

Randy’s house was nice, of course, well put together every single time you had been there but you couldn't really focus too much on that.

Instead, you occupied yourself putting the tapes into the player while Randy made popcorn in the kitchen. It was kind of strange for a few moments, as you sat waiting for him to get back, looking around the living room under such new circumstances.

You have been here a hundred times before.

You had sat in this exact spot plenty of times but tonight, it was so different. You had only ever been here before as a friend, normally with all your other friends there to keep you company even when someone had to leave the room but not anymore.

Right now, you were waiting here as a girl on a date, a date with a guy you’d known your entire life.

It was just so strange how quickly everything had changed. Just this morning, you and Randy were little more than friends, and now, you couldn’t quite be sure what you were. Not that you had too much time to consider that before he was back.

“I bring gifts,” Randy grinned, plopping down beside you on the couch, swamping the coffee table with bags of chips and assorted boxes of candy before handing you the big bowl of popcorn. Clearly when he promised snacks, he wasn’t kidding.

You watched him do a onceover of the spread he’d provided before he ultimately decided that it was going to be fine.

“Perfect, just what we needed” you smiled, relaxing even further into the couch next to him, getting ready to start whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. It was new, uncharted territory for the both of you but it wasn’t looking too bad.

A copy of Prom Night and some popcorn with Randy was perhaps the only thing that could make this whole curfew thing worthwhile.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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SW Suddenly-Omegaverse AU: Interior Design

Context: Original Post, Chrono

(Worldbuilding helped along by @atagotiak)

So you know how it's reasonable for the Jedi Temple to have species-specialized rooms? Most extreme examples being the environmental controls for Kel Dor, and probably semi-aquatic rooms that have underwater sleeping spaces for Nautolans and Mon Calamari?

Omegaverse humans get rooms that have large depressed areas, lightly padded with non-absorbent coverings for nests, both in communal areas for group nesting, and then the bedroom nesting divots are for the adult alphas and omegas.

When I say nesting divots I'm thinking about sunken living rooms, but smaller, and round or ovaloid. Possibly smooth-sided so it's more like an egg than a cylinder? Not sure on that part. Might be that some people prefer it differently.

There are a lot of humans in the order, so I think they plausibly make it part of the standard generic dry-land suites.

The big issue with a non-nesting species having a room with the nesting divot is that, if you're not using it, it's easy to trip into and hard to place furniture over. It's inconvenient, so I think it might be something where the quartermaster has a standardized 'cover-up' thing that fills in the divot so it's level with the rest of the room.

Also... hm. I think bedrooms with nesting divots might have them in recessed areas? The room isn't a square, it's a square with a smaller square off to the side (so there's safe-feeling walls on three sides), and it's out of the way for those who don't use it. Where you'd conceptually have a small bathroom or walk-in closet, there's a little side space for the nest, sans door.

There's still a 'regular' bed, more often than not, because nesting serves a somewhat different purpose.

So there’s just this hole in the floor of most terrestrial rooms, but most non-humans (or other nesting species) tend to cover it up. A lot of them use it as the storage space for winter/summer clothing swaps; Coruscant has very mild seasonal variation, but they do go to other planets on missions, so... yeah, Under the Nesting Cover is where you keep your winter clothes.

This actually makes the most sense because then betas can also get nesting covers if they want them. There can also be bigger nesting covers for the communal spaces of default terrestrial rooms if a non-nesting master-padawan set get them.

The communal spaces could be set up so you can just add regular couches to it, and then it's just a sunken living room. They probably have teams of droids for fixing up sets of rooms for environmental needs.

Me, poking at A/B/O logistics: I wanna talk about the quartermaster and the droid team that does interior remodeling for species-specific variation in environmental needs.

I think it would be very funny to watch a quartermaster try to balance a Nautolan master with a human padawan like 'okay they need a room where the adult's living space is aquatic, there needs to be a communal nesting divot for the padawan--" and then later on the Nautolan is just like. No nesting instincts. But the padawan is waiting in their little hole full of blankets and pillows and just looking up with Wibble Lip and the master just goes Well, Okay Then, because taking care of your padawan's needs is important and humans do the whole cuddling thing, so...

Most social species do some cuddling, but omegaverse human nesting instincts are weird to an aquatic species, I think. Like... this is all Very Soft And Dry.

Anakin and Obi-Wan end up sharing a suite because there's enough traumatic tension involved in this whole mess that nobody wants to split them up... and I considered that they then have to move a few months later when it turns out they're both now omegas and need bedroom-based nesting depressions too, but it's easier for all human rooms to have nesting depressions by default. They still have to move when they get Ahsoka, though, so the quartermaster has to find-or-adjust a three-bed suite, with two master rooms that have omega nesting divots, and one dry humanoid padawan room (no nesting divot needed, but it'll probably have one anyway).

Anakin and Obi-Wan both ignore the nesting divot at first because it's just... it's weird, okay, but then they keep getting frustrated and upset and antsy for reasons they don't understand, and someone points out that like.. maybe that's why? You aren't nesting and that's important for humans, right?

They hate the idea, because it's not normal for them and they don't like being reminded that the Force said they can't go home. The conversation happens before they've realized they're naturalizing to the AU dimension, so they keep ignoring it... but then Anakin's heat happens, and they resign themselves to trying it and oh, actually nesting feels.... really good....... fuck.

Not even sexual good, it's just the same hormones you get from a hug. Safe-and-comfy chemicals happen in the brain when nesting. Surrounded by walls and comfy fabrics that smell like family and friends. Burrowing.

Quick note on Venators:

I'm thinking that there are personal nests for the officer's quarters, and large communal nests in the barracks. There are still bunks lining the walls, and no personal nests. Given the different needs of humans in this AU, I'm saying there's up to twenty troopers per 'room', and two large communal nests for that same number. Really it's more like rows of bunks that don't connect to the walls at either end? Like rows of library shelves.

There are specialized heat/rut rooms for once-a-year heats/ruts. There's probably an entire hallway (near medical) dedicated to solely to those.

They're all on suppressants but need to still have the damn things, if smaller and less intense, for health reasons relating to the quick-aging situation and maintaining optimal hormone levels for peak performance in the field. Imbalance will cause depression, and when everyone already has PTSD, you don't want to risk that more than you have to.

#star wars #omegaverse #Anakin Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Jedi Temple #the clone wars #Ahsoka Tano #world building #phoenix posts #SW Suddenly Omegaverse

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look verm… all i wanna know is exactly how does lxc know univers-ity!zyx is a dancer and what kind of chaos he wakes into bc from what we know, she goes full thot while dancing… and if lxc spontaneously combusted when witnessing it

it's a long story, and you've uncovered a snippet! x10!

from the early, early stuff on oblivious university, it's noted that a source of conflict between lwj and zyx involves her dance group

the dance group isn't an official school dance team, so they don't have official practice space or schedules. the group was formed in this 'renegade' manner to specifically counter the competitive nature of university-level dance teams, or just dance teams following the popularization of competitive streetdance.

(while zyx loves doing it, the fact that the group isn't competitive puts a chip on her shoulder in that everything she does isn't 'good enough')

but back to the topic, the fact that the dance group (let's just name them 'the renegades') don't have a practice location means that they scout around campus or other places nearby that can: 1) hold a bunch of young people, 2) tolerate loud noises, 3) has smooth flooring, 4) has something reflective and large (mirror, windows, etc) nearby, 5) gives a modicum of privacy, be it due to the hours of practice (sometimes at 3am) or being out of the way

unfortunately, there was one month where the renegades picked a practice spot near the old music rooms. lwj enjoys the acoustics of the old music rooms compared to the uni's newer facilities. the renegades interrupted lwj's music practice (his 'late night' practice at 8pm to make his 10:30pm bedtime) (what fucking modern student sleeps at 9pm unless they don't have friends???) (oh no lwj :( ) so lwj was extra grumpy, came out to get rid of the noisemakers, realized too late he knew one of the people and could have talked it out more diplomatically

so on lwj's side he's also a bit embarrassed about his second impression on zyx as she is with him.

the whole time lwj is laying siege to zyx in the practice rooms, he thinks he's getting through to his (possible?) friend and has a chance to work things through

so he talks to lxc about her.

that's how lxc knows about her dancing.

to know is one thing, to witness is another.

this coincides with the first time lxc gives zyx a ride home. she's staying late on campus, crawling out from the crevices between the social sciences buildings that the renegades used for practice that night

lxc just finished up a late-night faculty meeting (he's a golden boy of his dept, so even as a younger grad student he gets to sit in on stuff)

sees her dragging her feet to take the bus home, no one's around, she looks exhausted and unalert

'i can't let my brother's friend find her own way like this'

(for as 'normal' as lxc seems compared to lwj, you bet your ass there's some weird standards of behavior for both brothers; being genuinely and overly concerned for your brother's friends is one)

lxc outmaneuvers her that night, and drives her home. bc zyx is tired, she ends up answering his questions with actual detail despite her vow to never let him learn anything about her

(set in-between these two blurbs)

once she finishes the current semester, lxc has offered to drive her home enough times that it's not too weird. (it's fucking weird but none of them are aware enough to notice)

he notices that she spends a lot more time on campus, and later at night. he catches her out at the drugstore near his apartment past midnight, and after his gentle but insistent pressing she admits that she was overdoing things a bit with practice ("it's not even a sprain, I was just looking for tape!") because the renegades expected her to choreograph something for them.

lxc is confused. "is no one helping you? why are you doing this after hours? how much are you expected to do?"

it's their first heart-to-heart on the curbside of the 24 hr coffeeshop.

zyx, for once, is honest and vulnerable. she owes lxc that much. and it's not like they haven't had conversations of substance before. and it has nothing to do with lxc, which in a way, is freeing.

"do you ever feel like a fraud?"

those words sucker-punched lxc.

"people think you're one thing, but you're not really that. you wish you were, though." zyx doesn't touch her drink at all, which is a first. "i like dancing, i really do. but i don't feel like a dancer like the rest of the renegades. a lot of them will probably join the uni team when they outgrow us. they actually watch dance videos, learn guest choreo, it's a thing. i don't do any of that."

"you feel like you're not a real dancer, because you're not doing things like them." lxc puts his drink down, and looks away. "i get it. and you feel pressure to at least pretend to be like them, that they can discover your... 'duplicitousness' at any time."

she gives a short laugh that's more like a scoff. "senior, how can someone like you know that feeling?"

he doesn't answer.

zyx sighs. she stirs the straw around, takes a sip, and mulls over his words. "well. yeah. so... it's not like i know how to come up with choreography. i also don't feel - i feel nervous if i have to come up with shit in front of other people. like, once i have something i'm fine with showing it, but i have to have something first. it needs to be worth looking at, first."

lxc knows. the perfect eldest son of the main lan family, there to right the wrongs of his wayward father. their family would have hidden away in shame for the rest of their lives if either him or wangji weren't worth watching.

"so... you need somewhere private to practice. easy to access, better hours."

"that's the dream, i guess."

here, at least he can do more to help. "my apartment complex - it has nice gym facilities, but no one uses it because they either go onto campus or go to private classes."

"not broke-ass undergrads, got it," zyx nods seriously.

lxc laughs. "well. yes, putting it unkindly, i suppose. but that means it has the space and privacy you need to... work things out." he thinks it's a great idea. they already carpool every week. eat lunch together. have overlapping gaps of free time. work adjacent to one another, even if they aren't studying at the same level or the same subject at all.

(lxc will pay her to come to tutoring if she takes art history again. never will he ever let her study like... that.)

zyx jumps up. paces around. looks at the storefront, does a weird... measurement of space with steady footsteps and arm span.

"... how big? does it have mirrors?"

eventually it becomes a regular enough thing. whenever zyx needs private time to dance, either to choreograph something new or practice something privately, she'll ask to come to lxc's apartment. he doesn't ask more than she offers to tell. he doesn't ask to watch.

the complex has a moderately sized yoga studio, as pristine as the day it was built because anyone into yoga that lives in the complex is rich enough to attend classes at the upscale boutique downtown.

and the borrowing of gym access turns into

"hey, you look tired; i have some tea brewing if you want to catch your breath before biking home"

"if you don't mind staying a bit longer, i can drive you back to campus" "... i can do some homework and wait. oh, let me tell you about that show you should watch -"

"hey, mind if i use your shower? i need to change into something for shop class that's not short-shorts" "sure, i have extra towels in the closet - yeah, that one -"

(there's even a day that she spends the night. not on purpose. but after a particularly grueling week, running back to back with things, dealing with both a lwj and wwx interaction, separately, that left her with hives but no one injured nor dead - it's no wonder she falls asleep at the couch in the minute it takes lxc to pack his oboe for orchestra.

from what zyx said about her midterms, she should have a break this weekend. so he leaves her on the couch w a blanket, and heads off to practice. if she wakes up when he returns, he'll drive her back to her apartment.

she's still asleep when he comes back, legs dangling and back contorted in an impossible position. lxc feels... off until he decides to move her onto his bed, and take the couch instead.)

the prelude to seeing something thotty was lxc catching the renegades during practice on campus. this week, they were in their rotation near his building.

He catches them at the tail end of everything, when members are lying around on the ground heedless of filth, some draped on the random assortment of chairs all over, and others were going through moves in a lackluster and joking manner.

"Yunxun, your ride's here!"

"Quick, speedrun any percent complete!"

Zhu Yunxun is one of the dancers still upright. She and her friend mirror each other, performing their choreography so quickly that it's more rambunctious arm waving and enthusiastic vibrations than any semblance of form.

"If you can do it slowly, you can do it quickly!" one of them yells, and Lan Xichen has to cough from a surprised laugh. The cough turns into a full-blown laugh when Zhu Yunxun and her partner grab one of the chairs for a part of the dance, and in their exhausted enthusiasm they end up falling over each other instead, and start kicking at one another.

"Is that how it goes?" he interrupts their 'practice'.

"You'll see at the festival," Zhu Yunxun groans, picking herself up. "Thanks for the ride, like always. I'll buy boba."

"Please come!" her partner calls out from the floor. "Tell your friends and family!"

"I will!" Lan Xichen promises. He's actually very excited for the fall festival - all his years attending this university, hearing of The Renegades but nothing in detail, this will be the first that he sees of their performances.

"Hey, I never noticed."

"Hm?" Lan Xichen looks up from the frying pan. Instead of sitting at the counter like she does after helping him prepare the mise-en-place, he sees Zhu Yunxun stalking around his modest dining table. Her eyes are narrowed at the furniture in a considering manner. "Noticed what?"

"These chairs are so... perfect."

What?

Lan Xichen turns back to the pan, noting that the mushrooms were done, and turns off the stove. They can wait a bit before serving.

"What does that even mean?" he prods her with a laugh. After these last few months, she has loosened up to speak her mind. Lan Xichen considers his life much poorer for the lack of her conversation before.

("'Why don't I like this?!' Limp noodle shit! Look at them! My grandma does taichi with more life than this!" she says with heated criticism. His TV is playing a dance that he caught her complaining about to her teammates, and he asked out of curiosity.

It's very much like martial arts, in a way. He doesn't understand it, but Zhu Yunxun is not the fraud she keeps labeling herself as. Not if she feels like this.

"Ugh, they're only getting away with this because they're hot and skinny," she scowls. "The Renegades have people three times that size with ten times more energy and appeal.")

Zhu Yunxun pulls out one of his chairs. "I keep telling Yan Xichao that we need to find better chairs for the choreo. The ones we're borrowing are 1) too flimsy, and 2) ugly as fuck."

"Sit down?"

Lan Xichen sees no reason to not listen.

"You got some real adult chairs, here, senior. Do you mind -" she kicks gently with her heel, demonstrating for him to push backwards, "- nice, padding the feet and all that, you must pay your taxes, too -"

"Would you like to borrow my chairs for your performance, Yunxun?" Lan Xichen stops her muttering; as entertaining as it is, dinner is getting cold and he'd rather cut to the chase.

"May I?" She starts doing the Nervous Fretting Thing, "I mean, you don't have to, I don't want us grimy goblins ruining your nice furniture, none of us have the money to pay you back - I can probably get Shen Yuan to pay, he owes me his life - but -"

"It's fine," he interrupts her with a chuckle. "I wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure."

"Okay, okay, okay," she accepts. "Um, just... can we check height?" Zhu Yunxun stands next to him, and squats to his seated depth. She frowns and does it again. "I don't wanna take your chairs if they're just gonna be too awkward."

He sits there as she moves around him, hovering over his thighs, reaching forward with her arms to occasionally check distance. It's rather awkward, with no discernable purpose to her motions.

"Wouldn't it be better to actually perform the moves?" Lan Xichen asks dryly.

"I just showered and borrowed clothes, don't wanna get sweaty," she complains, but still moves to start over.

Lan Xichen listens to her quickly explain his part - he doesn't have to do much but sit there, reclining leisurely, until she gives the cue for him to push back.

"I'll push, too, but you need to do the hard work." Zhu Yunxun steps away and puts on her earbuds. Once she fiddles with her phone and starts the song, the only cue Lan Xichen gets before she starts is a quiet "five, six, seven, eight -"

With the music in her ears and perfect execution on her mind, it's as if he becomes a prop for her performance. Not that she ignores him - she makes eye contact that sells the mood, she is unafraid to walk up to him directly, and she puts her hands solidly on his thighs.

It takes everything to not yelp when she makes contact, and even more of himself to keep steady when her sharp motions before are juxtaposed with the languid arch and drop Zhu Yunxun does in front of his seat. The pressure of her hands on his thighs change as her weight distribution shifts, he notes - she pushes his legs apart, a bounce on her heels, knees out then in, and another sinuous roll that ends with a toss of hair. That twists back into a standing position without any instability or effort, closing his legs along the way.

(For as clumsy as she is as her typically sleep-deprived self, her balance and physical control are quite apparent now.)

The next test of Lan Xichen's control over his reflexes is after a few more beats, and she seats herself on his lap with legs swept to the side. He hears her counting under her breath, "- lean in, six, seven, eight, then -" her left hand slides up, hovering over his chest.

"Loosen up my buttons, babe, uh huh -" she murmurs, as the hand then slides down and emphasizes the cadence of the lyrics with mock-pulling, as if she were ripping his shirt open.

When she pushes away, Lan Xichen has a not a moment of rest before she turns and swings her legs open, straddling his lap while facing away. Her thighs keep her from truly touching onto his legs like before - even as she does body rolls, arms and hands cutting through the arm in intricate poses ("It's called 'voguing'"), hair whipping close enough that the pink strands almost brush his nose with the scent of his own shampoo -

Then the arch of her back goes lax and she abruptly sits down onto his knees.

"Uh -" His face feels ice cold, but his ears feel like they were doused with gasoline and lit with a match.

"So tired," she complains, pulling the earbuds out and pocketing them. "I think that's most of the chairwork. If I have clearance, then so does everyone else. Or they can lean more, I don't care. I like these chairs."

Zhu Yunxun gets up, finally showing her fatigue in the slight sway of her posture. Lan Xichen reaches to steady her automatically, but flinches as he touches the exposed skin of her hip. The borrowed pants, his own sleepwear, started low and rode even lower over the course of the dance. Zhu Yunxun's own fitted t-shirt ("Always have freebies from school giveaways," she jokes) didn't cover that gap.

"If you like the chairs, just borrow them," Lan Xichen says, standing up quickly to get back behind the kitchen counter and plate their dinner. "Let's eat?" He glances over at her for a moment.

Zhu Yunxun is busy moving the chair back and setting the table. "Appreciate it - dinner and chairs," she says with cheer.

#inquiry #Anonymous #zyx au's #alternate universe-ity #just imagine most of the shuangfeng kids as part of the renegades #zyx and zxz have a very harmless rivalry bc zxz's actually a senpai from the renegades that joined the official uni team #'slutty chair dance' was what my dance group called it with affection #the guys were always like 'fuck yeah i get to sit there like a useless lump i love it'#okay there's two camps of guys in the group; second one was 'but I Want To Be The Slut' except the homophobic aughts were not ready for it #now on lxc in this snippet #zyx and lxc have gotten friendly enough that they kinda know what each other are like #(hint hint dbd lxc also finds zyx's singular focus doing a thing very funny and interesting)#(it's just that au zyx hasn't cried in front of lxc -> she's not precluded from thinking 'this guy doesn't hate me/think i'm weird!')#up to you guys to figure how much lxc is affected by this #'if this is the practice i won't survive the performance'#lol no idk #this is pre-moby-dick-sighting aka the big penis incident #to zyx lxc is friend/gege/senpai-shaped. car rides. good food. sleeper-hit-funny. good for study concentration. lets her rant.#also other twoset watchers: if you can play it slowly you can play it quickly

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echoalyssa · 3 years

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Hi! I wanted to ask you if you could rewrite the Cheating Chase request a made a little time ago but with Jaden with the reader being famous just like him and the whole situation havin' an impact on internet and with their (shared) friends or you could write a part 2 for Cheating Chase request but only if it's not gonna bother you in any way...

❤Thank you!❤I LOVE YOUR WRINTTING❤

Warnings: Some naughty time is inferred in this!

Jaden’s music is pounding through his surround sound speaker system. He’s throwing another party. One of his signatures. Bryce is chanting “Shots shots shots!”

Jaden’s busy making out with his girl. He’s got her pressed against a wall.

“Wanna ditch my own party?” He murmurs into her ear.

She giggles and begins to lead his girlfriend to his bedroom. A girl bumps into his shoulder hard but he barely notices, just continues steering his girlfriend to his room.

When they’re done and getting dressed he wonders where his phone has gone. It had been in his back pocket before...

A knock on the door startles him. It’s the girl who had bumped into him earlier. At least he thinks it was. He’s really not sure. He doesn't look at anyone who isn't his girl.

“You dropped this. Bryce said you were up here.”

Jaden vaguely notes her creepy smile but quickly forgets once his phone is back and his girl calls for him.

~~~ You’re barely home from Jaden’s party when your phone begins to blow up. IT vibrates almost continually, calls and texts filling up the screen. All want you to check Jaden’s instagram.

You plop down on the couch and answer the call from Mads, your best friend.

“Have you checked!?” She shrieks, loud enough that you have to take the phone off of speaker-phone for a second.

“I’m checking now! But what can possibly be so urg-”

No. This can’t be right... it can’t... there, one of his most recent posts, theres no way.

It’s a set of nudes, captioned ‘my beautiful baby girl’ with a kissy face emoji. Except.. those aren't your nudes which means... not that you'd want your nudes posted but...

Mads, taking your silence as an answer whispers, “Y/N I am so sorry.”

You can't speak, your fingers go numb. Your phone falls from your grip and clatters as it hits the floor and bounces.

Mads is speaking but you can't hear her. Your heart feels like its beating a mile a minute.

There had to be some sort of explanation, if you just called him he would be able to clear this up. Right? Right!?

So you pick up your phone, Mads is saying that she’ll make the friend group unfollow him. You excuse yourself, hang up, and dial Jaden. It rings, and rings, and rings, Then, “Hey it’s Jaden. Hit me up later!”

You try again. And again. And again. You get his voicemail every time.

Somehow you’re all the emotions at once. You pull up his instagram, and this time your notice your name is no longer in his bio the way it had been for so long.

‘That’s it.’ You think.

You unfollow him on instagram, remove his name from your own bio, and delete all the pictures of the two of you together.

Then you go to Snapchat and un-add him. His contact gets deleted, you unfollow him on twitter and delete his face from your camera roll.

Satisfied as you can be, you fall into bed and let the tears come.

~~~

By the early afternoon of the next day the gossip is at full roar. You venture on to youtube, and right there, the first video you see is by ‘annaoop’ who is almost the most well known gossip youtube channel focusing on tiktokers.

‘Jaden Hossler cheats on Y/N L/N’ the title reads. Something within you compels you to click on it.

Her voice rings, talking about ‘tea’. She shows the censored versions of the pictures from his instagram. They’re basically just one blurred skin colored square.

“How dare he? He hasn’t commented on it at all... Y/N deleted photos of the two of them such as this one from their trip to Bondi Beach.”

The series of photos she displays make your heart clench. ‘Annaoop’ then begins to pull up the followers page on Jaden’s instagram.

She informs you and the rest of her viewers that Mads, Nessa, Thomas, Petrou, Chase Hudson, Charli, Mia, and others have unfollowed Jaden’s instagram, and sided with you.

From the way she narrates you can tell she’s on your ‘side’. Apparently, Bryce has unfollowed you and written on his Twitter that Jaden would not be making a statement until he talked to you. Except he wasn't even trying to talk to you.

Your fans are going after Jaden, and from the screenshots some are getting ruthless. Some fans have even jumped ship from Jaden to you.

And then theres the die hard Jaden fans of his that are trashing you for not being good enough to him. It had already been established that it wasn't your body because it had a tattoo that you didn't.

Your phone is still blowing up but you don't truly want to talk about it. So instead you post a statement to your instagram and twitter.

‘I haven’t been able to reach Jaden. We are no longer together because of the incident. Just because this happened does not mean I want or condone you attacking him or any of his friends and family. I love y'all and I will be okay <3 Y/N.’

No sooner than you had posted the statements, theres a loud pounding at your door. Very reluctantly, you open it.

It’s Nessa, she rushes in gushing. “Jaden’s coming here. I heard from Josh who heard from Blake, who heard from-”

“Nessa!” You interrupt, “When?”

“Well you know how bad at math I am but hypothetically, I mean technically he should be here soon!”

And as if right on cue, there’s the sound of your doorbell followed by rapid knocking by a heavier hand.

“I’ll go out the back door so he doesn't see me. Good luck, I love you! Call me if you need anything!” She gives you a quick and fleeting hug and then darts off.

He’s still pounding at your door. And having no other choice, you let him in. As soon as you do he's speaking so quickly that you can barely understand him.

“Y/Nwhyhaventyoubeenansweringmeivebeencallingandcallingandcallingyouandyouhaventansweredandisawyourannouncementthatwerebrokenup-”

“Did you also happen to see the pictures you posted on your instagram?” You cross your arms.

“Ofcoursebutisweartoyouandeverythingreally-”

“Slow down or we can’t have a conversation Jaden.”

He gives you one sharp nod and takes a few big breaths. “Do you remember at my party when I got knocked by some girl?”

You frown, “No, and I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

“Well, thats the thing. It was orchestrated to look inconspicuous. She must have taken my phone then because after we were alone... y’know... well she showed up. Gave me my phone claiming I dropped it and Bryce told her where to find me except he didn't. She’s been stalking me Y/N. That’s how she found my room, knew my password. You know I have more respect for women than to post their nudes. You have to believe me! She blocked you from my phone, thats why nothing went through!”

It made sense... and you should believe him but what if he was just a really good liar? So many people were involved in your relationship and now this drama. You’d always tried to keep the private details of your life well... private. But life in the spotlight often prevented that. Maybe the damage had been done. Maybe it was too late. You just didn't know.

“I need to think about it Jaden.”

#Jaden hossler #angels and demons #angels x demons #hossler #tiktok #tiktok stars #sway #sway house #jaden #Jaden x reader #Jaden hossler x reader

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otostnai · 3 years

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Morning

note: is this short? sure but wanna know whats shorter? your dick. anyway cursing is involved

“The impression I get is that I just fucked your mother?” Hanma asked in an intense stare with a smirk. Sanzu replied, keeping eye contact: “No you are hearing me telling you to stop making mom jokes, you fucking virgin." Hanma and Sanzu were observing each other closely as they sat in the living room. "Okay, now whenever you two want to stop bickering, join Kakuko and me in the dining room for breakfast." Koko announced as he stepped into the dining room. "Hanma, shut up and go eat your damn bagel bites." Sanzu told Hanma as he got up and followed Koko.

Eventually, the rest of the Tenjiku had entered the dining room. “Shut the fuck up Kisaki. You get the napkins yourself you fucking stick-looking ass.” Ran was pissed because Kisaki had asked to get a napkin since they were near Ran. “Did you get a knot in your hair this morning the fuck? "What's wrong with this chick today?" Kisaki retorted as he got up to get a napkin. “Keep talking and see what happens.” Ran responded violently as he plunged his fork into his breakfast. “For someone who brings shit to our group, you sure talk a lot.” Hanma said defending Kisaki. “Here goes Hanma defending his master.” Rin got involved. “Yes Kisaki is my master. Look at him. He can put me on a leash any day.” Hanma responded with a loving smile on his face as he took a bite of his breakfast.

“Nah cause I already know you and Kisaki be on that alpha omega shit in bed.” Ran added onto Hanmas message. “You’re telling me Hanma isn't a virgin? What a shocker.” Sanzu murmered. “Scar mouth, I'm gonna need you to shut the fuck up for me okay?” Hanma announced, glancing at Sanzu. “Okay but why the fuck is Kisaki not answering?” Rin questioned focusing the tables attention on the said man. The moment Kisaki heard that he had choked on his food a little. “Shut the fuck up, you are a side kick to your brother.” Kisaki retorted as he wiped his mouth. As the four of them went back and forth, Koko asked Izana “Is it okay to just watch this happen?” Izana turned his attention to Koko “Of course, its nice to get energetic in the morning isnt it?” He responded.

Hanma had stood up from the table took a piece of his breakfast and proceeded to throw it at Rin in one swift motion. The whole table got quiet. The food had slid down Rin's face leaving a mess on his lap and face. Rin took the food that was thrown at him and threw it back to Hanma. He missed and it hit Kisaki instead. Kisaki took some of Hanma’s food and threw it at Ran. “Oi what the hell did you throw that for?" Ran questioned as he threw some food back. An all out food war had started. Izana had gotten up picked up his plate. “I think I’m done for breakfast.” Izana smiled.

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teruthecreator · 3 years

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okay. thoughts on the grad finale

gonna slap it under a readmore bc i’m Sure i’m gonna ramble.

uh spoiler warning for the finale of taz graduation, as well as spoilers for the season in general.

also, these are my own thoughts of how the season went, what the themes were, etc! if you don’t agree with me, that’s fine! but i don’t wanna have a convo w you in the replies about it i’ll be honest. if you want to share your opinion so badly, make your own post, alright? that good? we cool?

aight. so. finale thoughts.

to make it short: i think the finale was a satisfying end of a very good arc.

to expand upon that, let me share what i think the themes of graduation were and why the finale satisfies those themes.

i made a post about this a while back (here it is if you want) but my honest belief was that the theme of graduation was self-reliance: the concept that you don’t allow yourself to be governed by forces that go against your own beliefs. this concept was coined by essayist ralph waldo emerson to talk about how the american people shouldn’t allow the government to create laws that go against the will of the people. now, understandably, this feels very anti-capitalist which is what i think a lot of fans believed was reflected through the season.

but, in reality, self-reliance has more to do with being active in your government and making sure you’re being represented the way you want to be by your representatives. that’s sort of the vibe emerson was going for in his essay, and i think. in a sense? that translates to graduation. but i took self-reliance in the more metaphorical about breaking away from those things that are controlling you. which, in graduation, was A Lot Of Things.

the way i saw it, there were two major groups that inflicted order upon the world and the thundermen--conveniently separated as order and chaos (not the deities though, just the concepts).

the order half of control existed mostly through the school and the HOG. the HOG created the economic reliance on the heroes and villains system, which removed all literal meaning from those terms and turned them into bureaucratic titles. society existed under these very strict checks and balances; heroes and villains supplied money to the kingdom in terms of entertainment, which then boosted that kingdom’s creditability and allowed them to contribute more to nua’s economy, which then led heroes and villains to have a higher demand, thus perpetuating the cycle. it’s important to note that this term does not represent the sort of morality we expect for heroes and villains--hell, even the term “evil” turned into an arbitrary term used to show those heroes and villains who failed the system. this is the more prominent representation of control that the thundermen break away from in achieving their own self-reliance. they don’t see the value in a system that holds no real moral code (fitzroy Especially, but i’ll get into that in a bit), and can’t help the public when there’s actually a serious situation. as we saw with althea in the beginning, the HOG had no way to help the thundermen when they were dealing with the whole Demon Prince situation (as he had already placed some of his own people in there, proving these kind of systems are easily corruptible). so this wasn’t a system meant to Actually create heroes and villains--it was just a way of boosting the economy.

the chaos half of control existed primarily through grey and Chaos. grey represented how chaos could be controlled, through various means. he planted that tree for the centaurs to fight over because he knew it would constantly create conflict, which he enjoyed. he kept the school under a watchful eye to prevent anyone from stepping out of line with his grand ideas, and used several manipulation tactics to try and get his way (most notably, his own admittance of grooming fitzroy into joining his side, which didn’t work). grey was the perfect example of how chaos does not automatically mean a lack of control. he was very controlling in how he did things because he had an endgoal: find hieronymous and have a war. but he didn’t even realize he was contributing to a greater idea, that being Chaos’s insistence on causing general disarray. as we realize now, Chaos’s plan was both for them and Order, but i’m leaving Order out for a second because they only really rear their head in towards the end. for the most part, audiences were led to assume that Chaos was the Big Bad(TM); they were the one pulling the strings, allowing things to happen to cause general chaos and disarray. them supplying random mortals with their endless power was a way to plant chaos into the world of nua; but it was a chaos they controlled. fitzroy resisting them was not simply a refusal to bend to Chaos, but it was resisting the control put on him through his magic.

these systems were constricting the thundermen on both sides. when they thought they’d find help in one side, they were disappointed to find that there was nothing anyone could do. the only people who could fix their problems were...them. so they forged a new path, set new ideas, and became self-reliant. that’s what i think is the most important aspect of graduation; not the anti-capitalist implications of turning over the economic and political systems in place, but the idea that if nothing that is supposed to help you is actually helping that you can just...do your own thing!

and i think that’s what the finale really shows, at the end of the day. that these forms of control were not doing anything helpful, and were in fact ruining the fabric of space-time! that’s where i think Order comes in because Order is really...the ultimate culmination of control. they are aware that Everything being done will benefit their cause. the HOG? well, they make sure everybody’s so incompetent that they can do their work. grey? well, he’ll contribute to the plan without even realizing it. they even manipulated Chaos and enacted their own form of control over Chaos to make sure that they had no reason to believe that this plan couldn’t go wrong. but Order knew. Order always knew there was a chance for error, and that chance was very great. but they didn’t care! so long as they had control of things, they could try a hundred times to get it right. they had no care for mortals, unlike Chaos.

the thundermen showing Chaos the truth is the final jenga piece that collapses this tower of control. which is why the finale is so great.

travis does a phenomenal job of incorporating chaos (general chaos) into the battle mechanics. it may be stupid and slightly arbitrary, but having them change forms randomly and having to adapt to those new circumstances really does exemplify the season!!! the thundermen were constantly forced into new situations (being sidekicks/henches, fitzroy becoming a villain, being let in on the heiro dog situation, the unbroken chain trial, joining forces w grey, etc.), and in all of them they simply found a way to adapt and keep working their way. which made the finale generally interesting and also thematically interesting!

i think my favorite part of the entire fight scene is right at the end, when argo chucks the shark’s tooth necklace at Order. and time stops. and they’re given a choice.

the fact that they leave it to a coin toss?? oh my god...how fucking FITTING!! like, that’s disorderly. that’s going your own way. it’s new, it’s terrifying, it has DIRE UNKNOWNS ON EITHER SIDE, but it’s what they do! and...it ends up working out! i think it would’ve worked out either way, but the fact that they left it up to chance really shows how they aren’t allowing anything to control their actions.

AND THEN WE GET TO THE EPILOGUE. MY GOD I LOVE THE EPILOGUE I’M GONNA GO OFF SO MUCH.

first off, i loved hearing how Nua adapts to losing this very significant form of government/economic contributor and turns to more people-based work. citizens uniting together, fixing things, making amends, THAT’S SELF-RELIANCE BABEY!!! THAT’S THE WHOLE EMERSON SHIT! HAVING A SYSTEM OF GOVERNMENT THAT ACTUALLY HAS THE INTERESTS OF THE PEOPLE AT LARGE!!! YEAHHHHHHHHH THAT’S THE WHOLE SELF-RELIANCE THING!

now, i’ll break it down by characters:

fitzroy

GOD. LOVE IT. FIRST OFF, absolutely ADORED how his character arc involved him stripping himself of these self-assigned titles because he actually has an identity that is all his own and he doesn’t NEED arbitrary titles to prove his worth because HE HAS IT IN HIMSELF. not to self-plug or anything, but that’s ssoss!fitzroy’s WHOLE SHIT. I’VE ALREADY BEEN ON THIS TRAIN, BITCH, AND TO KNOW I GOT IT SO RIGHT...GOD. FEELS GOOD.

but also, i just really enjoy how his ending went in general. the fact that he doesn’t really know what he wants to do, so he just...does stuff he likes to do? that’s so good! because, if you remember, fitzroy had a Very set schedule of life events when the campaign started. he was going to get his wiggenstaffs degree, go back knight school, get his knight school degree, and then go to goodcastle. but all of that was based on a very limited understanding of himself.

fitzroy’s character arc has primarily focused finding himself, specifically in terms of identity. for someone who was bullied for his past, the present formation of himself was Extremely important to fitzroy. he thought that shutting out his past and taking on this grandiose title of knighthood would make him something more than himself. he would no longer be fitzroy; the poor, country kid trying to make it in a big world. he’d be Sir Fitzroy Maplecourt; respected, honored, revered, with a title to prove it.

he explains to fauxronymous (pre-reveal grey) that the reason he wanted to be a knight was because he wanted to assist in doing good. morally good. fitzroy has Always had a very clear sense of his morality; this comes through when he refuses Chaos on the basis of many people having to die if he agreed. but being a knight also had the added of bonus of a very respectable title that no one would want to look beyond, which fitzroy felt he needed because...i don’t think he Saw anything beyond that. in himself. he wasn’t himself for a very long time, and i don’t know if he ever thought he would be again. he’d wear this new identity, start a new life, and be happier....he hoped.

then, things changed! and he started to realize that arbitrary titles don’t do shit because plenty of people with Big Important Titles ended up being Awful People! so he started to value himself For Himself; his wit, his humor, his strength, his magical prowess. and, i think, he started to wonder what knighthood was Really about. was it about upholding a moral good? or was it just another bureaucracy filled with people who won’t do shit when things get bad.

i think this is why him becoming a lawyer is fitting. especially because of the reasoning he gives sylvia nite. now for A LOT OF PEOPLE, i’m sure they hear lawyer and assume some corporate hotshot who doesn’t give a shit about people. but fitzroy is Not applying to be a corporate laywer. he SPECIFICALLY telsl sylvia that he wants to help people who cannot help themselves, and he wants to do good in that way. THAT kind of lawyer is more of the pro-bono, district lawyer. the ones that don’t make crazy amounts of cash, but help those who cannot afford lawyers and represent them when the government is fucking them over. those lawyers don’t rely on title, they rely on principle.

that’s the perfect representation of fitzroy’s growth. holding his identity within himself, while still trying to do good by those who need it.

firbolg (aka gary)

i think the firbolg’s ending is so unique but so...right for him. his character arc has really been focused around finding his family. he had one, in the beginning, in his clan. but that didn’t end up, y’know...working out that much. so he had to go out into the world alone--something that firbolg’s are rarely--and try and navigate these foreign spaces all by himself.

we see very early on how he latches onto the idea of groups. he likes being considered a part of the thundermen; he very much hoists himself upon the CFO title and wears it proudly. i think, where fitzroy needed to find identity within himself, the firbolg needed to find it within other people. which is completely okay! he’s still an individual, but you can tell he finds comfort in numbers because that’s what he is used to.

him going back to his clan was, i believe, his finally severance with his identity as “firbolg”. he would never be welcomed back to his clan, and one of the few people in his life who supported him was now dead. but his father was proud of him; his father was happy he seemed to find his own clan, even if it wasn’t with other firbolgs. from that moment on, i think the firbolg begins to try finding himself within the thundermen. within his friends.

so his epilogue is neat! it definitely captures the loneliness he feels on his own, and how he feels lost with himself without others. i think it might seem silly to some that he would become a gary, but i think it’s fitting. the garys were always present in his time at school, and they were always helpful. they didn’t mind how long it took him to talk because the gary’s are stone gargoyles--what the fuck do they care about time? it was a group that the firbolg saw as familiar to him--always willing to help, slow, stony, and attuned to a larger group.

and i think the way gary takes this idea of unity and family and puts it into financial assistance just...it just ties everything together! we saw how attached he got to the concept of finances, thanks to his very confusing accounting class. so he had all of this new knowledge--this knowledge that represented a separation from firbolgs--and this new clan. and he used it to help other clans and families!! i think the fact that the Garys financial advice works specifically with groups is what makes this so fitting. because gary wants families to feel stable within themselves; he understands how finances can create struggle and divides, and he wants to provide relief.

giving financial advice to communities so they rely on themselves and not the government (aka inviting them to be controlled once more) is a VERY self-reliant concept. not that i think gary’s goal is to have no social networks to exist, but he wants to give communities the ability to rely on one another and foster that feeling of togetherness. so groups aren’t fighting over things, but are trusting and loving and relying.

just like gary’s always wanted. and just like what he has with the thundermen.

argo

argo’s ending is probably the funniest, but also the sweetest. i think that argo’s character arc revolved around finding his place. we see how argo’s early personality and motivations revolved around his past. he very much had a revenge story since the start; he wanted to enact revenge on the commodore for murdering his mother, no matter what it took. which made him very limited!! in terms of the self. he saw himself less for what he was now, and what he was then. and what he couldn’t do then.

we see how much he finds comfort in being a part of the thundermen, but also how he feels...out of place. i think this is because a part of him is still attached to his past and doesn’t think he can do anything beyond his set plan. the unbroken chain certainly contributes to this, by not only separating him from the trio but also reinforcing his connection to his past through his mother’s involvement in the unbroken chain.

the commodore also being a part of the unbroken chain is, i think, what causes the shift from past to present within argo. his life’s goal is standing right in front of him--attached to the group his mother once was a part of--with his friends at his side. letting the thundermen in on his history is the start of bridging these two halves of argo. and the fact that the thundermen are so willing to helps makes argo feel more a part of the team and more a part of this reality.

when he kills the commodore, it isn’t intense. it isn’t overly dramatic (minus the fight prior, which was BADASS), it isn’t crazily staged. it is argo, staring down the commodore who lies prone on the ground.

he kills himself unceremoniously and completes his life-long mission.

what becomes of him in the epilogue is the culimination of both past and present. he takes what he knows and loves (the sea, the mariah, sailing) and blends it with what he’s come to love now (his friends, this adventure, and making people happy). there are SO many instances where argo uses performance to his advantage. this man is piloted by clint mcelroy, of COURSE he’s going to have a flair for the dramatic.

so for him to open up a themed cruiseline, based on the stories of him and his friends? SO FITTING. and it isn’t forcing himself to leave his past behind or to completely ignore his present circumstances. because he’s found a place in the now, in the merging of these two sides. and by merging them, he paints a bright future for himself. a future that is partially known, partially not. partially old, partially new.

but it’s all his.

after that, i think their final scene is just...sweet. a nice, jovial, joking send-off to a nice season. it proves these people have grown and will continue to grow, even when we no longer see their story. it does exactly what graduation does--shows you a struggle, a triumph, and a glimpse into the future.

i’ll miss it so much, but there’s nothing more i could’ve asked of this ending. it was exactly what it needed to be; nothing more, nothing less.

#taz grad spoilers #taz graduation #sir fitzroy maplecourt #argo keene #firbolg #taz fitzroy #taz argo #taz firbolg #ignorance cloud on #this took a while and now my head hurts so lol!#also if there are spelling mistakes leave me alone i cant read this text anymore

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