#so i try a different pair of headphones. same problem.

[natjennie]

im about to go joker mode

[sigilslvt]

HOW DEEP • SUGURU GETO

☣︎ Summary: It’s rush week at your college and your boyfriend chooses to put his prospective fraternity above your relationship. When you find out, you’re left devastated and, well… in need of a SERIOUS cover-up considering you’d gotten his name tattooed on your ass just two months ago. Good thing famed tattooist, Suguru Geto, has a shop by campus.

Pairing: Tattoist Geto Suguru x Fem Reader

Tags: modern au, pierced geto, tattooed geto, smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, cam sex, squirting, creampie, marking

WC: 7.6k

Art: yoroz_roz on Twitter!

A/N: This was a lot longer than I intended, you’re welcome!

Rush week. You’d prepared yourself for this week to be stressful given the fact that you’re in a new state, far away from your family and friends for the first time in your life. You had decided to commit to the same university as your long-time boyfriend, Ryōmen, and so far, you guys have kept to yourselves and relished in the lack of parental hovering. The problem is, since rush week started, Ryōmen’s been busy with all things fraternity related and you’ve been stuck trying to figure out college life on your own.

Normally being away from him wouldn’t be so bad, it was always as simple as hanging out with friends from home or just cruising around your home state, but you’ve got no friends here and no idea where to go to keep busy. Hence the dilemma at hand and the reason you’re in sweats and a sweater sitting cross legged on your bed in your dorm on a Friday night, of all nights. Your music plays loudly in your headphones, a soft vibration playing against your skull every time the bass thumps just right, your body idly bouncing with the beat. You don’t even notice a voice sounding out until you feel a firm nudge against your shoulder, which makes you look to your side in surprise to see your roommate, Yuki, sitting next to you and waving to get your attention. Your fingers find the pause button on your phone and you slide your headphones down to wrap around your neck.

“Damn, girl, I was beginning to think you were in some sort of trance while praising the devil, jeez. What kind of music is that, anyways!?” She asks, her brows knitting together in both confusion and amusement as she looks at the song cover on your phone, shaking her head.

“S-sorry, sometimes I just need to drown the world out, y’know?” You sheepishly respond, chuckling and flipping your phone around, a bit insecure. Normally, you wouldn’t be so nervous— back home, you had your clique and your tastes aligned perfectly. There was never a worry about being an outsider when in a group of a bunch of goth-grunge addicted teens. But, this was different. You’re in California, now, and there’s nothing but sun, bright colors, preppy girls all around you. You were the odd one out, now.

“Girl!” Yuki snaps in front of your face, making you realize you’d drifted off in thought while she was talking to you.

“Sorry, sorry! What were you saying?” You ask, shaking yourself out of it and rolling your shoulders back, showing her you’re actively listening to whatever it is that she’s trying to say.

“I was saying that you CLEARLY need to get out and what kind of roomie would I be if I didn’t help you get what you need, hm? Get up. There’s a party at Phi Gamma tonight and you, my sweet shut-in, will be coming. No questions asked.” She tells you, already standing and grabbing your hand, dragging you to your closet and planting you there while she opens it.

One thing you’ve learned since getting here and meeting Yuki? Arguing with her is futile. If she doesn’t convince you to do something she thinks is for your own good the first go around, you bet your ass she’s gonna take you by the neck and make you do it. It’s sort of endearing, because you know she means well, it’s just not the type of personality you’re used to.

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve go— oh? You’ve been holding out on me, I see! What’s with the constant sweats and sweaters when you’ve got style like this!?” She asks after opening your closet, her eyes wide as she sees the amount of clothes, most being pre-made outfits, you have in there. You’re grateful she doesn’t mention the amount of black in your wardrobe that’s only separated by bits of white and grey. “Here, this should be great, go shower and get ready. We leave in forty-five!” You feel the outfit being shoved against your chest before you even see it, making you chuckle at her eagerness before you head to the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later and you’ve showered, done your hair, and perfected your makeup. You’re wearing a black and grey striped sweater that stops mid-rib, dark denim shorts with torn fishnets beneath them, and Gaya 10-Eye Alt Doc Martens— your favorites. You layered some chains, a choker, and a long belt atop your outfit to top it off and switch your two nose studs and septum piercing to silver jewelry to complement the outfit. You do the same with your earrings, nearly forgetting to. Your makeup is dark and sultry, as per usual, a black lip paired with black eyeshadow and liner save for a pop of dark purple in the center of your lids and your under eye. Your hair is down, a black bandana keeping it back save for two strands of hair you keep out in front of your face.

You make your way out of the bathroom and Yuki turns to you, her mouth falling open at the sight of you. “What… the… fuck? Ok I see why your boyfie kept you cooped up here for two weeks after move-in. You’re hot, bitch! And these tattoos? They fuck. Hard.” She compliments you, making you chuckle. She gets closer to trace the cybersigilism tattoo that dawns your neck and collarbones, all the way down to the start of your cleavage. You raise your brow, a bit awkward given how comfortable she is, which she seems to realize, prompting her to step away. “Sorry! I’ve just never seen tats like that before! The ones on your legs are insane, I’d never cover up if I were you.” She shakes her head.

You shake your head and chuckle, but it does prompt a nagging voice in the back of your head asking you why exactly it is that you’ve been covering up head to toe. Was it because you’re scared of being an outcast? Is the weather too hot? No, that’s not it. You think back to a conversation you had with Ryō about being more tame while you were sat on your bed in your dorm. Something about not wanting to seem like the average college e-girl who gets around freshman year. You frown at the memory and shrug at Yuki. “Just haven’t had a reason to get dressed up yet.” You reason, making her shake her head, eyes still wide as she looks you over.

She stops ogling you to finish her own makeup, popping some lip gloss on before clapping once, turning to you. “‘Kay, let’s go!”

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The walk to Phi Gamma isn’t bad in the least and you’re grateful for the California heat persisting through the night. If you were back in Washington, you’d have icicles dripping down your nose right now given it’s ten at night in the beginning of October.

You walk into the frat house with Yuki and you’re immediately suffocated with the smell of hookah smoke, ear-ruining loud music, and so many people. Too many to fit in the house, that’s for sure, but that’s never mattered when it came to parties.

“C’mon, let’s get you loosened up, first!” Yuki screams close to your ear so you hear her over the music, taking your hand to lead you to the kitchen. She pours you a cup of something dark before grabbing a coke and moving to pour that as well, but you hold your hand up to stop her.

“‘M okay, I don’t like mixers or chasers.” You tell her, making her raise her brows and hold her arms up as if to tell you to suit yourself, making you smile widely. You both down your drinks at the same time and she pours another with you both downing them again. With that, she leans close to your ear, speaking loudly enough for you to hear over the music.

“I’m gonna go see if I can find some weed, you smoke?” She asks and you shake your head.

“Not weed.” You respond, reaching in your pocket to show her your pack of Marlboros, scrunching your own face up in disgust and shame. You’re slowly quitting, though, so you give yourself props for that.

She shrugs and heads off, leaving you to yourself. You look around, trying to find a good spot to hang out in before you head to it only to be stopped by a soft pair of hands. “Hey! You’re in my Neurophilosophy class!” You hear the girl say, making you shrug with a nod. “I didn’t think I’d see you here! Didn’t seem like the type to like frat parties! I’m Utahime.” She shouts, clearly a little tipsy judging by the red tint of her cheeks.

You offer her a kind smile and your name before you start heading toward the spot you’d sought out, but she catches your hand and stops you. “Wait! Wanna dance? It’s just that… you’re the only one here I know besides my dumbass friend who’s probably off somewhere bragging about being ‘The Honored One’ because he caught the Phi Gamma chicken for initiation. Apparently that warrants a parade in his name or something.” She says, rolling her eyes at said friend’s antics. When you raise your brow in confusion, she chuckles. “Every year during rush week, Phi Gamma lets out this cursed looking demon chicken from Hell for their pledges to catch. They say it never gets caught before making it back to its coop, but leave it to him to do it. First time in seven years. It’s silly, really.” She explains, waving the conversation away. “So, will you?”

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, you pitying her situation, or just the fact that you’re happy to meet someone else who actively wants to hang out, but you find yourself saying yes and following her into the crowd of unbelievably sweaty frat boys and sorority girls doused in pink. Literally. Body paint everywhere. You’re sure to avoid stains as you dance with Utahime, chucking as she does the robot to get you to crack a smile. As time passes, you find yourself dancing so close to her that you’re sure you’ll merge into one being soon.

You let a bit more time pass before you decide on another drink, leaning forward to shout in her ear so she hears you. “I’m gonna get another drink, want one?” You ask, earning a head shake from her. Shrugging, you push through the crowd and find yourself in the kitchen again, pouring yourself another red solo cup full of alcohol. You sip on it, smiling to yourself because even though you miss Ryo, you’re still having a better time than you thought you would. That’s when you hear it.

“Bro, have you seen this shit!? No fuckin’ way did Zeta Nu initiate their pledges like this!” A guy shouts to his friend, your ears tuning into the sound of your beloved boyfriend’s frat name. You turn to see him showing his friend a video on his phone and you smile to yourself, happy the initiation is over and looking forward to being told whatever silly thing they had Ryo do.

“I fuckin’ WISH Phi Gamma would make us bang some sorority thot to get in! You think it was to count out whoever came first? Damn, look at bro with the pink hair going in like his life depends on this shit!” You hear the other voice speak up and your heart drops. A knot forms in your stomach and your hand gets clammy around your cup. Of course your mind is going toward the worst case scenario and before you can even think, your feet have carried you to the two guys, your other hand reaching for the phone the first one is holding.

“Lemme see this.” You say, the douche saying something about adding your number while you’re at it, but it’s drowned out into the background noise because you’re zoned in on one thing. Your boyfriend banging a sorority girl and smiling at the camera while flexing his fucking bicep. Flexing. He’s fucking living for this.

You feel bile creeping up your throat and you shove the phone against the guy’s chest, making your way to the door. The second you get outside, you hunch over and puke in the bushes, sobering up by the second. Your hand grasps at your chest and you feel it hammering so hard as though it’s trying to escape. Your other fishes your phone out of your pocket and you flinch seeing Ryōmen has texted you.

Him: I love you <3

You fight the urge to throw up again, your fingers typing back quickly.

You: I love you so much, Ryo. Miss you and wanna see you. May have drank a bit too much, hehe :3 Can I come see you?

You hit send, not even bothering to wait for an answer before you push yourself to head to his dorm, ready to use the excuse that you’re drunk and wanted to see him when you show up. Your phone pings and you open it faster than you thought humanly possible to see another text from him.

Him: Come to me, baby.

Before you know it, you’re at his door, knocking rather hard, if you were being honest, but you don’t care. Not seconds later, he opens it and pulls you into him, immediately moving to kiss your neck, which makes you want to shed your skin. When he doesn’t feel you reciprocate, he pulls away and frowns, eyes searching yours. “What’s the matter, hm?” He asks, head wobbling as the smell of alcohol hits your face. He’s drunk.

You walk into his room with an annoyed sigh, closing the door behind you and pacing for a moment before stopping in front of him. “Ryōm–”

“Y’look so hot, baby. Why were you out drinking looking this hot without me?” He asks with a frown, making you scoff unexpectedly.

“You really don’t wanna bark up that tree right now, Ryo. I need t–” You start, but he interrupts you again.

“And why d’you keep using my name?” He asks.

“Jesus fuck, Ryo. Let me talk!” You shout, your hands flailing for a second. He nods, mocking you with a stupid look on his face silently, making you seethe. “Tell me it isn’t true.” You say, earning a confused look from him. “Tell me you didn’t fuck some random girl to get into a fucking FRATERNITY, Ryo. Tell me you’re not that fucking insane.Tell me you didn’t just throw away YEARS with me after I came all this way to be with you.” You say, your voice firm. You surprise yourself with the fact that no tears have formed in your eyes just yet, the anger far more overwhelming than sadness.

His look of confusion turns to pure shock and it’s like a cold pitcher of water has just been flung in his face. “Who told y– babe. Babe, it was just a stupid fucking initiation thing, it’s not like I actually cheated. You’re my girlfriend, you should be happy, I’m in! I made it because I did what it took and that shows drive. Why the fuck are you even upset right now?” He asks and you have to do a double take to confirm what you thought you saw in his face. He’s genuinely pissed and confused that you’re upset right now.

That does it for you. “Are you saying… you didn’t cheat… because it was for an initiation? You want me to be HAPPY that you stuck your dick in someone that isn’t me? Fuck you, Ryōmen. I don’t know you at all. The boy I fell in love with would have been a man and turned the stupid fucking initiation down. This frat? Would have only mattered while here. Us? We were supposed to be together until death. Fuck you for choosing something so stupidly temporary. We’re done.” You spit out, rage bubbling in your core like you’re made from it. He grabs your wrist as you make your way out of his room, but you tear it away, every part of you in utter disbelief that you ever let a man like him touch you at all.

You make your way outside, your phone pinging again and again, no doubt messages from him trying to gaslight you into believing he did what he had to do for his future. You ignore them, sucking in the fresh air like your life depends on it and taking in your surroundings, still hoping in the back of your mind that they’ll all melt away and you’ll wake up from this nightmare. You, someone who’s always been mindful of your future and who has always taken care to do what’s best for you, are now in a new state so far from everyone you love all alone because of a boy. A fucking boy.

You take off the promise ring he gave you for your five year anniversary and toss it as far as you can, hating the idea of having a symbol of what you thought was true love with him on your body… and then you roll your eyes as you facepalm. Your fucking tattoo. Against the advice of literally everyone you know, you’d gotten a tattoo of his name on the top of your ass. “Fuck me…” You mutter to yourself, immediately googling a tattoo studio near you.

“Cursed Ink Studios…” You read the top result out loud, seeing it’s only a thirteen minute walk from here. With an annoyed shrug, you start making your way there, silently cursing yourself for assuming it’d stay warm all night. The cold nips at your practically exposed thighs and your nose turns its familiar shade of red quickly. You pick up the pace, hoping to find warmth in the studio.

A cigarette and a half later, you find yourself in front of the studio, snubbing out the last half of your cigarette and flicking it into the trash can. The bell above the door chimes as you make your way in and you’re greeted by a brunette woman who looks… worn down, to say the least. No doubt from the loads of drunken college students who’ve wandered in here tonight.

“Welcome to Cursed Ink Studios, my name’s Shoko. How can we help you tonight, babe?” She asks, leaning forward on the reception desk. You appreciate the fact that she doesn’t comment on the fact that you’ve thoroughly been done in by the cold wind that’s whipped your hair in every direction and kissed your nose until it’s red.

You shift on your feet, scratching your head. “I, uhh… I need a cover-up done.” You say, making her sigh as though she feels sorry for you.

“I’m sorry, babe, but cover-ups need an appointment ahead of time.” She says, earning a face palm from you. You nod and turn to head out, but a voice stops you.

“Wait. It’s fine, Shoko. I have time.” A smooth, deep voice sounds out from deeper within the studio and you turn toward it to see quite possibly the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on. His skin is like cream, hair half tied up letting the rest fall down his back and shoulders, his eyebrow is adorned with a piercing, and gauges are sported on his ear lobes. He’s wearing a black tank top that hangs loose on him, his arms both covered in tattoos, the most notable one being a large dragon on his right arm. He’s carrying keys, which lets you know he was likely about to head home and you feel guilt pooling in your stomach.

You can’t help but clam up at the sight of him and you gulp before shaking your head. “N-No, it’s okay, really, it’s late and I should have known I’d need an appointment. Y-You probably wanna get home, seriously, it’s okay.” You say, trying desperately to keep your voice steady. He chuckles, eyes closing as he shakes his head and you look to Shoko, who gives him a knowing look, rolling her eyes.

“Nah, you’re good. What’re you needing covered up, angel?” He asks you, making your heart flutter. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol in your system making you so flustered, but it’s a welcome feeling compared to the anger you feel when thinking of Ryōmen. Which reminds you…

“So, and I’m prepared for all the judgment you’re probably gonna throw my way, I got my boyf— EX boyfriend’s name tattooed on my ass cheek a couple months back. Turns out he’s a cheating dickhead, so I need to get it covered up. Preferably with something similar to my current tattoos. Maybe… uhh… maybe a—“ He chuckles and interrupts you.

“I got you. And I’ll spare the criticism of your choice to tattoo his name. Just fill out the forms with Shoko and I’ll go get set up in my room. I’ll sketch something out, too. Cybersigilism, huh?” He asks, smirking as he nods at you while walking backward to give you a once over before he heads to his station.

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After filling out the forms, you slowly walk to the room you saw the man head to and you find him working on an iPad, drawing. “You can sit down, angel, I’m just finishing up.” He says, gesturing to his tattoo bed. You take the opportunity to look around his room, gawking at all of the drawings and photos of tattoos he has splayed on his walls. The decor matches your tastes, goth-grunge styling everywhere. It looks like he specializes in cybersigilism and neo tribal tattoos, which helps to reinforce your confidence in him.

“Geto Suguru, by the way.” He says, suddenly towering above you. You hadn’t even noticed he stood up and looking up at him from this angle makes your heart race. You tell him your name and his face takes on a look that you can only assume is curiousness, but he quickly changes his expression to a smirk. “So, here’s what I’ve got. Noticed the hearts you’ve got around your knees and the eyes you’ve got on your neck, so I decided I’d go with a sword. Figured it’d be fitting.” He chuckles as he shows you the iPad, which manages to draw a quick laugh from you.

“Fitting is exactly the word I’d use. I love it. Let’s do it.” You say, genuinely surprised he could even come up with something so quickly.

“Alright, I’m just gonna need you to take those shorts and fishnets off, angel. You can leave your underwear on, I’ll just keep them out of the way with some paper towels. Stay standing after so I can put the stencil on, ‘kay?” He asks. You know it’s what he needs you to do in order to do the tattoo, but your face heats up at the thought of being half naked with him. He closes the door to his room and turns away to prepare the stencil, leaving you to do as asked.

Slowly and tentatively, you take off your shoes and then undo your shorts, pulling them down and stepping out of them carefully. Next is your fishnets, you’re careful not to rip them when you take them off and lay them on top of your shorts. You’re thankful you wore a thong tonight, knowing it won’t get in the way of the tattooing.

He turns around, eyeing you as though just trying to see where he needs to put the stencil, but you can see something else in his eye. Maybe he pities you? You sure fucking hope not.

“Alright, ‘m gonna place the stencil and then I’ll need you to just stand for a bit while it dries.” He says and you nod. He’s methodical in stepping forward, disinfecting, shaving the area, and then placing the stencil on you, being sure to perfect the alignment so the sword covers Ryōmen’s name entirely. His long fingers press down for just a second before he removes the paper and steps back to see the alignment from afar. “Fuckin’ perfect.” He hisses under his breath, but you hear. You tell yourself he’s just proud of his work and try not to acknowledge the pooling between your thighs. “How’s it look, angel? Don’t be afraid to let me know if you want anything changed.” He tells you.

You move to step in front of the mirror, turning to your side so you can see your ass better. It plumps up as you flex and you nod at the placement before looking up to see him with his eyes shut and his head up at the ceiling. “Y’know, you really don’t have to do this if you’re tired, I can make an appointment.” You say, feeling bad.

“Trust me, I’m very much awake. Made me question if I was dreaming when you walked in, angel, but I’m awake.” He says, your eyes going wide and your mouth falling open, but just as casually as he said that, he moves on. “Alright, ‘m gonna have you lay on your side facing away from me. Just poke your,” he grunts “poke your ass out toward me and I’ll get started.”

You do as told, your body hot and exposed and your mind reeling from how casually he’d just said that. Surely it must be for tips, you can’t imagine he’d want you. Not just because he’s built like a God, but he must be taken, right? There’s no way on Earth someone like him could be single.

“Ready?” He asks and you nod, breaking from your thoughts. With your confirmation, he smirks and leans forward, beginning to tattoo you. Him being so close to your ass makes you want to tense up, but you steel yourself and rip your eyes away from him so you can attempt to stop the wetness pooling between your folds like a bitch in heat.

“So. ‘M guessing this was recent, hm? The whole cheating thing. Not trying to pry, just curious. We don’t have to talk about it.” He says as he focuses on the tattoo, dipping the needle into the black ink he’d set up.

“Mhm. Couple of hours ago. Ran a train on a sorority girl as some fucking frat initiation. Piece of shit.” You spit, hearing him scoff and looking to see him shake his head.

“Ouch. Yeah, he’s a fucking idiot, to say the least.” He responds and you bite your lower lip, blushing and looking forward again, at the mirror.

“I’m the idiot. I moved from Washington all the way here with him so we could go to the same college and I had no idea he was capable of this. Now I’m away from family and friends and just… stuck here.” You roll your eyes, huffing.

“We can be friends. I mean, it’s contingent on you coming around more often, though. Think you can do that, angel?” He says, an undertone you can’t quite discern in his voice that makes your mouth go dry.

“Y-yeah. I mean, I plan to get more tattoos. If you do a good job, I mean.” You respond, nearly choking on your words because of that damned pet name he keeps calling you.

“Mmm, trust me, I’ll do you right.” He says and this time the undertone in his voice is so painfully clear that you feel yourself clenching around nothing, your eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. You decide not to respond, scared your voice will come out shakier than intended.

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The next few hours go by in the same fashion. Small talk with him lacing in subtle compliments or flirtations. That goddamned pet name falling from his perfect lips. By the end, you were sure he’d feel the way your body was pulsing with need for him, all thoughts of Ryōmen out the fucking window.

“All done, angel. Tell me how you feel about it. If it’s good, and it looks damn good, I’ll put on some second skin and cash you out.” He says, standing up from his chair and stretching. Your eyes don’t miss his v line peeking out from his lifted shirt and you have to tear them away to instead look at your tattoo.

“Fuck, it’s perfect. God, yeah, I love it! Lemme just take a picture so I can post it and piss this asshole off before you wrap it.” You say and he chuckles.

“Mind if I take a few, too?” He asks.

Before you even realize what you’re saying, you respond, “What? For your spank bank?” By the end of the question, your eyes go wide and you mentally curse yourself out, about to apologize when he gives you a genuine laugh.

“No, angel, I won’t need a picture to remember an ass like that.” He quips back and you almost lose your breath. Without missing a beat, he picks up his phone and motions for you to take your picture before he takes his.

Once you do, you open your Lightroom app as he moves to take his pictures. It opens to a nude you’d put a filter on and you suck in a sharp breath, trying to exit quickly before he notices to no avail. He whistles and sucks his teeth and you immediately start to explain. “Sorry, I just like aesthe—“ He cuts you off.

“He’s definitely missing a few brain cells. You’re as good as it fuckin’ gets, angel.” He says, making your heart clench and stomach knot. “Y’know…” He leans forward. “There’s another way you can make him upset. I’m sure that picture’ll do the job, but don’t you wanna go above and beyond? I can help with that.” He says. You don’t miss his hand coming down to rest on the apple of your ass, making your core throb.

“I— how?” You ask, surprised your voice made it’s way out at all with how dry your mouth and throat are.

“Atta girl. First, you can let me bury my face between those pretty thighs of yours so you can take a picture, if you can even hold your phone steady, that is. Then, if you can think straight enough to still be thinking about him, I’ll make sure you can only think about how good I feel inside you. Maybe I’ll even record so you can send that, too. How’s that sound, angel?” He asks, thumb gently brushing the skin of your ass, voice smooth and sultry. You’re sure that with his voice alone, he could run a cult of people who’d do his bidding with no questions asked. And you’d be in it.

You nod at his suggestion, biting your lower lip and looking up at him through your lashes. He chuckles and leans forward, face inches from yours. “I don’t speak nod, pretty girl. Y’r gonna have to tell me out loud.” He says, his hand moving from your ass to grip your chin firmly enough to keep you looking up at him.

God, that statement alone makes your stomach do flips and, yet again, you’re breathless. “Yes, please yes.” You manage to get out, squeezing your thighs to try to alleviate the pressure between them.

“Good girl, using your manners.” He purrs before his lips mash against yours, earning a choked moan from you instantly. He tastes of cigarettes and mint, a flavor you find yourself more addicted to by the second. You feel his tongue flick against yours for just a moment before he pulls away and chuckles. “Been wanting to do that since you walked in. Been wanting to taste you, more, though.” He says, so you move to lay on your back, but he stops you. “Mm mm, don’t fuck my work up. All fours, angel. All fours.” He says, the command emphasized by him patting his hand on your thigh twice.

Doing as told, you rest your stomach against the cold leather and prop your ass up for him, your hands holding onto either sides of the chair. Your embarrassment at the knowledge that your thong is most definitely soaked is washed away when you turn your head to look back at Geto, seeing a prominent bulge straining against his jeans.

His large, ring-adorned fingers splay across your ass cheeks as he squeezes them, grunting. “Such a pretty ass.” He hisses, moving one hand to thumb at where he knows your hole is beneath your thong, pressing in just slightly to tease you, making you mewl out. “Shh, sweetheart. Unless y’want everyone outside to hear you, hmm?” He warns and you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to shut yourself up.

His fingers curl around the waistband of your thongs and he slowly peels them from your sopping wet pussy, leaving them down by your knees. The cold air hits your core and your eyelids flutter closed as you try to stop yourself from shuddering. “So fuckin’ pretty. You this wet already, angel? All for me?” He asks, chuckling as he slips a finger between your folds, teasing you as he soaks his it in your syrupy slick.

“Mmph, yes… fuck…” You moan out, feeling the pad of his finger press against your clit, rubbing in small teasing circles. Your eyes open and you look back to see him palming himself over his jeans. Your brows knit together in a needy frown and you pout. “Suguru, please!” You whine, needing more from him.

“Please what, angel? Please taste you? Please fuck you? Please finger you? Gotta tell me what y’want.” He murmurs and the look on his face tells you he loves this. Loves playing with you like a toy. To your surprise, you love it, too. He smirks at you and circles your achingly empty hole when you take too long to answer. “Hmm?” He hums.

You try to push back on his fingers, hungry for more, but he withdraws them, instead sucking your slick from his fingers, his eyes rolling back into his head at the taste. “Oh fuck, w-want all of tha— hnngh!” You cry out when he plunges a thick, ringed finger into your waiting hole. He shushes you and clicks his tongue, reminding you to keep your voice down. Nodding in response, you press back into his finger.

“Greedy girl. You’re gonna regret that later.” He says, beginning to pump his finger in and out of your cunt as he bends over and kisses all over one of your ass cheeks, then moves to get on his knees behind you. You can feel his breath on your slick folds and you want desperately to feel his tongue, your clit throbbing in need of attention. As though he reads your mind, he presses one quick kiss to it, grunting as your slick coats his lips. One swipe of his pierced tongue through your folds is all he needs to know he wants more. Much more.

You’re about to beg for it, too, but you feel his finger slip from your hole, being replaced by his long tongue, the muscle curving up and down and then swirling as if he’s trying to consume all of the slick you have to offer. Your fingers tighten on the chair, the leather squeaking in response. “Oh my God, S-Suguru!” You moan out, body shuddering in pleasure.

He pulls his tongue out to spit messily on your pussy, moving to finger you again, but this time adding two fingers. “M’gonna need to get you ready for me, ‘kay pretty girl?” He murmurs against your clit, earning a drawn out moan from you. You feel him remove his fingers and he replaces his lips with a harsh smack to your pussy that feels like pure electric pleasure. “Use your words.” He orders.

“Y-Yes! Fuck, yes…” You speak up immediately, eyes rolling back when he plunges his fingers back into you. You hear him hum in approval before his lips surround your clit again, sucking it into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue. He eats you out like a man starved and the sight combined with the pleasure makes your core tighten. His moans are muffled by you pushing back against his tongue. “S-Suguru, m’gonna—“

“Mm mm, baby, take that picture first. Gotta stay on task.” He tells you after breaking away from your clit to press sloppy open mouthed kisses on your thighs. You cry out a whine while your trembling fingers find your phone, lifting it to point it toward his mirror. You make sure to catch his face buried in your cunt when you snap the picture, making him grunt at the sound of the camera shutter. “That’s it, pretty, c’mon, cum… you can do that for me, right?” He coos and you feel him quicken his fingers inside you, the noises coming from your pussy absolutely fucking dirty as he does. His tongue starts flicking against your clit and the knot in your stomach snaps, your orgasm being clawed from you by this greedy man who pulls his fingers from your twitching hole to bury his tongue in it, lapping up your release.

You’re left panting when he finishes, eyes closed to stop the room from spinning around you. You feel his hands rub from the bottoms of your thighs up to your ass and he groans. “Fuck it, fuck the tattoo, need to see that pretty face while I’m inside you.” He grunts, flipping you around roughly and pulling your thongs off the rest of the way, tossing them to the side, making you yelp.

You open your eyes to watch as his deft fingers unbutton and unzip his pants, his other hand finding your mouth, pushing between your lips. “Taste.” He tells you and you suck the slick off his fingers happily as he pulls his cock out, your eyes widening at the sight. Suguru’s long and thick. Your expression is obvious to him and he winks, pulling his fingers from your lipstick ruined lips to grab you by the chin. “You can take it, right? You’re a big girl.” He taunts you by running his length between your folds, his tip nudging your clit deliciously.

“F-Fuck I… I can take it.” You say, lying, but knowing he’ll make you take it. Thanks to your orgasm, his tip is coated in your slick and he presses it against your entrance, making you wince. His free hand grabs one of yours and he intertwines his fingers with your smaller ones, pinning your hand above your head while he kisses you hungrily, tasting of you. At the same time, his tip slowly pushes past the first ring of muscles inside of you, a shaky moan coming from your lips and flowing into his mouth.

He grunts as he invades your cunt inch by torturously thick inch until he bottoms out, your legs shaking in response. He moves to kiss your neck before bringing his lips to your ear. “That’s my fucking girl, so goddamn tight. Gonna fuck you so good angel, be good f’me, okay?” He whispers in your ear before he sucks on your earlobe, withdrawing his cock to the tip before his hips snap forward in one sharp movement, making your mouth fall open in a silent cry.

He sets an unforgiving pace, his free hand holding one of your thighs up so he gets in at a better angle, his tip bullying your sweet spot with each thrust. Good was a fucking understatement, he was making you see stars. “Please don’t stop, ohmyfuckinggodddd!” You moan out, your bodies connecting violently, plap, plap, plaps echoing through his room.

His movements are so hungry, like he’ll never get enough of you as he moans at the feeling of your cunt trying to suck his soul from him. You feel him pull his fingers from yours and he stands straight, not letting up on his thrusts. You notice your phone now in his hand and the video capture sound plays, your face reddening. You can’t stop the way your pussy flutters knowing he’s recording now and he doesn’t miss it. “Such a slutty fuckin’ pussy, fuck! You like being on camera, don’t you, angel?” He asks, and you hide your face, nodding. That earns you one harsh thrust before he stills. “Mm mm, what’d I say about nodding. Thought y’were gonna be a good girl f’me?” He asks, making you whimper.

“Fuck, y-yes I like being on camera! Please keep going, please don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop!” You beg, snaking a hand down to try and relieve the feeling between your legs by rubbing your clit, but he smacks your hand away with the one that was holding your thigh before resuming his punishing pace.

“There you go, pretty, there you fuckin’ go. God, that ex is a fuckin’ lunatic, you’re SO. FUCKIN’. TIGHT.” He praises you, the last three words being delivered with snaps of his hips that push his cock so impossibly deep inside you that you were sure he’d rupture an organ. “Loo— ngh look, pretty girl. Look at me bulging you out like this.” He instructs, his hand moving to point at the spot below your navel that juts out every time his length is fully sheathed inside you.

You look down to see and your head immediately falls back at the sight, eyes rolling back, back arching off the seat. He rewards you by moving his hand back down to your clit, using the whole of his fingers to play with it in harsh motions back and forth and back and forth. “Mmm’fuck! Sugu, gonna cum, gonna c-cum!” You warn him, no longer giving a flying fuck if anyone hears you, you were too fucked out to think about it at all.

“Right behind you, angel. Where d’you want it, hmm?” He asks, earning a look of confusion on your dazed, fucked out face. “My cum. Where. Do. You. Want it?” He asks, accentuating the words with thrusts.

“H-hah! In-Inside! Please fucking cum in me, I’m cumming!” You moan, arms flying up to grip the head of the seat as your cunt clamps down onto his cock, loud squelches sounding out as you squirt all over him, making him groan and throw your phone on his counter, not bothering to end the video.

“Fuckin’ hell, m’gonna fill you up so good, shit!” He hisses, leaning forward and propping himself up on body fists, rolling his hips into you sloppily as his orgasm hits him and he shoots cum spurt after spurt into your greedy pussy that continues to spasm and milk him for everything he’s got. You notice strands of his hair have come free of his half bun and they tickle your face as he hovers above you, sweat beading on his forehead. “Fuuuck…” He groans, pulling out after a while of being buried inside you. It leaves you feeling painfully empty.

He watches as his cum starts to spill from your swollen cunt with a smirk, moving to finger it back inside of you, making you whine. He chuckles and grabs your thongs, bringing your legs back together so he can slide them back on you, patting your pussy when he’s done. “So you have something to remember me by on your way home. Actually… you trust me?” He asks and you’re too far into your mind to say anything but yes.

Before you know it, you hear him wash his hands and put on gloves before his tattoo gun buzzes to life. “M’gonna mark you so you don’t forget how deep I get. That okay, angel?” He asks and you almost nod until you remember his earlier commands.

“Mhm…” You hum out, earning a smile from him as he bends forward between your spread legs, tattooing a thick line under your navel with the initials ‘G.S.’ Next to it. You shake your head, still too blissed out to even realize that you traded your ex boyfriend’s name for a stranger’s initials. He wipes it clean and puts second skin on it, too, before he stands straight.

“Think you can stand well enough to get dressed?” He asks and you scoff, rolling your eyes. You stand from the chair, wobbly and definitely sore, but capable enough to put your fishnets, shorts, and Doc Martens back on. He marvels at you while you do so. Once you’re done, he grabs your phone and ends the video, going to your contacts and adding his number. He hands you your phone back with a grin.

You take it and follow him when he opens his studio door, suddenly feeling all of the eyes in the shop on you. You recognize a face there, now. Utahime’s standing, mouth agape, with Shoko and some white-haired drunk guy who’s also staring at you two with his piercing blue eyes. You find yourself hiding a bit more behind Geto as you walk to the cash register.

“Ring her up for seventy-five percent off. She already paid for the rest.” He tells Shoko as he winks at you. With that, he starts to walk away, but not before he turns to you one last time. “Remember, angel. We’re friends, now.” He smirks before heading back into his room, leaving you to pay.

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

The next morning, you wake up hungover. You’re wearing your favorite Kuromi pajamas— a crop top and booty shorts. You walk into the bathroom, scrolling on your phone and starting to brush your teeth when you see a text to Ryōmen with three attachments. A picture of Geto eating you out, the video of him fucking you, and lastly… the new tattoo. You look at yourself in the mirror to see the line with his initials and your memory becomes clearer as you look at yourself in disbelief. “What… the fuck?”

[legendofmorons]

Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter seven - so much for star dust

Pairing: Pre poly! Chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: While you spend some time examining everything that has come up since you fell out of the sky the boys face their own emotions, Epona throws a fit, and the pair that is Dark and Onyx scheme.

(Aka: reader breaks down, Legend is sad and has a shitty joke to cheer up Wars and Hyrule, Dink and dreader are in love and making problems, Wind proves a point, you soulmate with Twi and Wild so hard you have the same reaction about two different things, and some lady spills the "secret" that the chain has Feelings About you)

Warnings: cursing, grief, guilt, breakdowns

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know

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Three days after the chain leaves, you find yourself fairing about as well as you can hope. With your inexplicable ability to read hylian, you're able to read the odd jobs papers on the town bulletin board, and you earn some rupees through that.

Spooky seems inclined to hang around you, following you through the market or the town. They even tried to follow you into the inn!

(That didn't work. The inn keeper wasn't a fan. Spooky did, however, find your room window and sleep under it.)

The good news is you get great prices when shopping with a panther at your side! Also, creeps stay further away, which is definitely a bonus.

You are fairly confident Spooky has adopted you. Because they've brought you a few birds and also like to nap across your legs. So... yeah.

But you aren't complaining. They're self-sufficient enough to hunt their own food, and you don't have to clean a panther litter box.

Researching at the library dosen’t turn up any new information on the soulmate thing. This isn't a surprise but a disappointment.

The dreams have been getting more vivid, and the only hint you've found there was in a book called 'The Magic of Dreams', but that book was poorly written and had no sources. The book claims that dreams that frequent and vivid that truly feel like memories are often from 'past lives'.

Which is ridiculous because you live on Earth, not in Hyrule. How could your past lives be in a different universe?

What are you, Hylia's favorite character or something? Are you an anime protagonist?

The biggest concern for you right now is just trying to get used to this new way of life. It's strange to be in a place where there's no light pollution, no public transport, no cameras everywhere, and no headphones.

Today, you find your afternoon spent helping a heavily pregnant woman with her laundry. Washing it in the river before wringing it our and hanging it to dry.

Her son runs around to the side with Spooky, though she has the sense to look over frequently.

"May I ask about your... panther?" The woman - Alice - asks you.

You hum, rinsing out a tunic. "Spooky is sweet. They just came up to me a few days ago. I'm not sure why, though."

You wring the garment out before setting it on the rock beside you.

"How strange. You're sure they aren't dangerous?"

You smile, "Not to your son. But to birds? Maybe."

Alice gives a nervous giggle. "If you're sure."

"I am." You say.

And really, regardless of your personal views on children who would ever knowingly let a child so close to a bloodthirsty animal? You wouldn't.

"Where did the lovely young men you came with go off to?" Alice asks as she wrings out a blanket.

You ignore the immediate and strange urge to flinch at the reminder of the boys. "I'm not too sure. They have a quest they're on."

The words strike a strange resignment within you, as if this is something you've had to say many times. (You've never said it before that you recall.)

"I see. That's a shame they were lovely."

"They are," You manage to smile.

You both return to the laundry, allowing the silence to linger in a mostly comforting way.

There's a cool breeze, and the birds sing in the trees. It's nice here.

You would still like to get back to Earth, but there are much worse places to be.

You could be stuck in a zombie apocalypse or something else, not fun and even more dangerous.

You let yourself exist here for a moment, safe and in a world you've always longed to truly see.

The air is crisp, and the grass is sift where you touch it. The river rushes easily with little forms darting about the shallows.

Spooky brushes by you, rumbling happily as they bound away again.

"Do you think you'll see those men again?" Alice asks you.

There's an instinctive 'yes' that wells up in your throat, but you bite it back anyway. You can't know that for sure.

There is no guarantee of such things.

"I'm not sure."

"Do you want to?" She asks, giving you a little smile.

Again, the instinctive agreement is something you bite back. You settle on "I don't know..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to poke if they've been rude."

You crack a half smile, "They're good guys... I think I just make them uncomfortable for the most part."

"Really? They kept staring at you like you hold the key to their hearts, and they think they've lost you," Alice muses as she wrings out a dress.

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask breathlessly and thoroughly caught off gaurd.

What is she talking about? Every time you catch them looking at you, they look sad, angry, calculating, or comcerningly polite. How is she saying they looked at you any other way?

Is she imagining things? Is she lying?

"Those boys couldn't keep their eyes off you, you'd look away, and they'd stare at you like they're lost." She laughs a little, sounding as if she believes herself.

"Oh..."

If that's the case, it is probably just because you're a sore reminder of their soulmate. That... explains a lot, actually.

Hopefully, Wind hasn't lost that soulmate yet and never will. That kid has already done so much.

As you and Alice finish the laundry, you find yourself facing the pile of things you keep putting off in your mind.

Once the laundry is done, you accept the two blue rupees with a 'thank you' before leading Spooky across the little foot bridge to go sit on the stone bench with the bird bath beside it.

The bench sits in a park area of sorts, but it's empty for now, so you will use it to let your mind process... everything.

First of all, you are in Hyrule! A place that less than two weeks ago was no more than a setting for a popular video game franchise!

You fell out of the sky! Miraculously didn't have a bunch of injuries from that, and you met nine different Links.

Who falls out of the sky (unharmed!) and meets nine different people from their favorite video game franchise?

You apparently...but you also have some sort of Disney princess thing going on because you have a panther that has picked you as it's person.

None of this makes sense. It feels a lot more like a fever dream than reality.

If you're going to be honest, it feels a lot more like a fanfiction written by someone who has a fixation on hurt / comfort media.

But...

It is real.

You can't place why, but you know that this is real against all logic.

Against all odds, this is reality.

How the fuck are you even here though?!

Why you?

Why now?

Who brought you here?

Why can you read everything? It's in a fictional language! Except... it isn't fictional.

If Hyrule is real... are all the other fictional worlds real too?

Okay- nope! You can't think about that right now.

One crisis at a time, two max. Your crisis docket is chock full today, we can try again tomorrow.

Fuck... Hyrule is real, you've met nine different Links, magic is real, and you have no idea what's going on.

Maybe this fits in with the multiverse theory. Your brain woukd like it to.

Okay...

Multiverse... We can say that's real here maybe? You are in the world of Zelda

But... there's also those dreams and half memories that have been taunting and confusing you to no end.

Those fucking dreams and half memories!

Oh!

You want answers for that!

Why in the name of literally any and every deity are you experiencing half memories and dreams of men who can barely stand you?!

Even as creative as your brain gets that dosen’t account for how vivid and achingly real they feel.

The way you hear their voices speak in your mind as if they hold you as the most important person to them... hurts.

It hurts a lot.

You want someone to love you the way they love you in your weird half memories. It would be wonderful!

But that's not reality.

Sure, you definitely had a crush on the Links growing up, you aren't the only one. You have always thought them good looking, strong, honorable, and maybe a little mischievous depending on the source material.

You can admit that the real deal is also crush worthy, but it's hard to feel that way when everyone keeps you at arm's length.

The dreams make it harder than anything though. Living through scenarios where you are romantically involved, even the bad dreams, make it hard to remember the truth when you wake up.

You swear Hyrule called you Honeybee when he healed you...

Legend called you Trinket when he gave you that potion...

What do those even mean?

What are you supposed to do?

All you want is to go find them.

There's a soul deep ache to be with them but you can't place why.

Are you horrible?

Is your brain making up strange dreams?

Or worse... are you somehow reliving memories of the soulmate they always lose? Have you somehow been cursed to do that?

Did you do something to make that happen?

Is it like a ghost situation?

You groan, putting your face in your hands.

"Fuck."

The sentiment isn't nearly strong enough, but you don't know what else you can say. (Double fuck?)

Spooky comes over and nudges your arm with their nose, making an inquisitive sound.

You look over and give a straining smile. "Hey, pumpkin... I don't suppose you know what's happening?"

Spooky dosen’t answer, but they do push your arms away so they can put their head on your knee.

They stare up at you with bright eyes.

You huff a little but scratch behind their ear. "I don't guess you could tell me anyway."

Spooky just purrs, leaning into your fingers.

You laugh a little, only half fragile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you swear you see a dark figure move, but when you turn your head to check, no one is there. How odd.

No stranger than the rest of your life lately, maybe it's that shadow that took on those lizafos for you? Which...

Honestly that experience is another thing you don't understand but you can't find the energy to spiral about it.

Maybe it was Four's shadow? Or is his shadow still dead?

Oh shit- the heroes are not only real people, but you played through their trauma like it was a game to entertain you! You know so much more about their lives than you should, and it feels sick.

Knowing what you know makes your skin crawl and your throat feel thick.

What will they even say if they ever find out?

Spooky nudges you again to get your attention. They seem to be trying to cheer you up, which is sweet.

"Thank you, pumpkin..."

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"Epona, I have had about enough of your sass," Twilight grits as he tries yet again to lead his mare to cross the bridge, pronouncing ever word in a slow, steady pace that is engineered so he can't possibly be misunderstood.

Epona stands firm, refusing to move for the seventh time. She gives him her best 'unimpressed horse' whinny.

Wind snorts, "Do you want a hand?"

"I doubt anyone could get her to move," Twilight manages before he grits his teeth again.

Wild sighs, "What's going on with her anyway?"

"She's been like this since we left town." Four muses, "Did she want more rest?"

"You broke her horsey heart making her leave (Y/n)," Wind rolls his eyes, "She's just upset."

"Sailor, if you know so much how about you get her across the bridge?" Twilight asks in the same slow and clear manner.

Wind, just snorts, holding his hand out for the reigns. "Maybe I will."

Twilight passes the youngest hero the reigns and crosses his arms. The rancher is willing to bet money that this fails.

After all, the kid grew up by the sea, horses aren't his specialty.

Wind takes the reigns before bending down and ripping some grass out of the ground. The teen offers the grass to Epona, roots and all.

Epona takes the grass and begins to chew it, seemingly accepting the bribe.

Wind starts walking, gently pulling at the reigns. "Come on, Epona. We're just going to cross the bridge okay?"

Epona chews her grass, not moving but not fighting either.

Twilight smirks.

"Come on, pretty girl. Help me prove rancher wrong." Wind coaxes gently before he clicks his tongue twice.

Epona does move this time, slow and obviously unhappy, but she moves.

Wind leads Epona across the bridge while Twilight clenches his jaw.

The rancher is facing the fact that his mare is apparently a traitor.

"That's a good girl," Wind praises, patting Epona's neck. "Good job, sweetheart."

The pirate is not above stealing the name you use for the horse, and it seems to please the mare so he won't stop anytime soon. He likes proving a point after all.

Legend snickers, "She must be mad at you, cowboy."

"Shut up," Twilight hisses.

Time snorts and Wild just laughs.

Sky pats Twilight's shoulder.

Four and Hyrule share a look, biting back smiles.

"All you did was bribe her, sailor," Twilight says as he crosses the bridge with Wild and Legend on his heels.

The rancher crosses his arms as he moves, only a little sore about being proven wrong.

Warriors, already across the bridge, laughs as he pets Epona. "You could have bribed her too."

"Shut it, city boy." Twilight huffs.

Wild - the traitor - laughs at that, snapping a picture on his slate.

There's a distinct sense of fear that crawls up the spine if every hero followed by a ground shaking roar.

"Fuck." Wild hisses, whipping around.

Twilight looks up and sees two gleeocks and promptly thinks 'fuck ain't enough of a sentiment'.

"Do we have to fight?" Wind groans.

Time shoots the pirate a deadpan look. "Yes, we do."

"That shadow is getting more vicious," Twilight draws lowly as he grips his sword hilt.

Wild and Legend both start sending arrows at the beasts and the fight commences.

Twilight dodges out of the way of lightning and hears an explosion in the sky. He supposes Wild found the bomb arrows.

Probably good.

But then black blood drips from the sky.

"Double fuck!" Wild hisses.

"Shiver me timbers!" Wind shrieks, choosing the moment to be obnoxious while not cursing becomes he's mad at Time.

Twilight takes a second to be grateful you aren't here for this before he knocks Legend out of the way and deflects a lightning ball with a wooden shield.

The fight descends into adrenaline fueled instincts.

The boys lose track of their own movements, they can't see keep track if others.

By the time it's over, they're all half dead and grateful for potions.

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Dark sighs heavily where he sits, crossing his arms as he glares at the wall from within the shadows.

"Are you seriously pouting right now?" Onyx chuckles as they look over from where they are currently rearranging your things to be easier to find.

They aren't doing that because they like you or anything, the chaos was just pissing them off.

"I do not pout, I am made of evil," Dark pouts harder.

Onyx snorts, "That is absolutely bullshit, viper. Knock it off."

"It is not bullshit."

"You know how I feel about being lied to," Onyx warns sweetly as they finish tidying your things.

They set the little seagull figurine in the back, unsure why you like it to much.

Dark gives a slow, heavy sigh. "It should not be so difficult to end nine lives. You understand that, don't you, darling lamb?"

Onyx rolls their eyes and turns to look their lover over. "Can't you focus on the challenge instead of a short term disappointment? Where's my vicious man?"

"My darling lamb, am I not allowed to be frustrated?"

"You can be frustrated, but you have a habit of wallowing in it." Onyx points out, awars of the way their lover gets.

"I do not wallow."

"Dark."

"I only wallow the acceptable amount."

Onyx gives a thoroughly unimpressed look.

Dark opens his arms, "I am mourning a great plan, I demand you comfort me."

They roll their eyes, but they go over anyway. They always will. They will always go to home when he asks.

Onyx collapses into Dark's arms carelessly, more than trusting that he will keep them both upright. It's his job anyway as the one demanding this.

They press their face against his chest, listening to his heart. "You'll get them next time, viper."

Dark pulls them close, one hand on the back of their thigh and the other on their shoulder. "I will eviscerate them."

"It was a good plan," Onyx says softly. "It would have taken one or two of them alone out."

"They're still alive."

"I know. But with (Y/n) out of the way you can attack without fear."

"That's true..."

"Why don't I make a plan? You need a break and I'm bored." Onyx muses, ideas already half spinning through their mind.

Dark grins sharper, half smitten and half cruel. "I do love your twisted mind."

Onyx hums, pressing a kiss to his throat. "You flatter me."

"I do not. I just adore your plans."

Onyx grins. "Good. I am amazing."

"You are. My darling lamb."

"What can we do about getting (Y/n) out of this time and somewhere else?"

"Whatever you want, I will make happen." He promises them easily, without thought or deceit.

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Legend sits away from the group but is careful to make sure he's close enough to Hyrule and Warriors to watch them after the disaster that the Gleeocks wrought. He is incredibly grateful that you are not with them right now, it means you are safe.

That's what matters anyway.

He misses you.

By the Golden Three, he misses you so much.

You are safe though, in a town with nice people and away from all the tense behaviors his brothers exhibit to you.

Legend could kick himself for letting his grief cloud his judgments and treating anyonethe way he was treating you before. It's only made worse knowing he took his grief for his soulmate... out on his soulmate.

He is such an asshole.

Fuck.

"I still don't understand why their magic has to be identical," Hyrule says to Warriors.

Legend swallows and turns his attention to the conversation between the traveler and the captain.

Warriors sighs, "Does it matter?"

"You don't get it. Their magic was a perfect copy. Magic is always unique to an individual. Even similar magic signatures have some variation."

Warriors rubs his temples. "Hyrule, you know as well as I do that the goddesses aren't that kind."

Hyrule sighs, rubbing his arm absently. "I guess..."

"You're looking for our soulmate, and you probably always will. I understand, I do it too, but you'll run yourself into the grave if you aren't careful," the captain warns with a heavy tone as he looks up to the stars.

Legend bites the inside of his cheek. It's just one more secret he holds, and it's to save his brothers the same grief he faces.

You don't even seem to know.

It takes everything he has to keep from spilling the truth. If he tells them, after the momentary joy, they too will have to know they lost you. Again.

Legend can't do that to them.

"Isn't there anything that (Y/n) did that made you think they were really our soulmate?" Hyrule asks with a weak voice as he stares into the fire.

Warriors lets out a bitter chuckle. "Almost everything. The day they saw the lizafos before we did? They shoved Wind behind them without a shield or sword to their name. It was a reflex."

"Oh."

"That's how I lost them, to an ambush... their reactions are identical, Rulie... But (Y/n) isn't Dove."

Hyrule looks to the captain with a look that is all but a shattering heart. "How do you know?"

"Because we aren't that lucky, and they've never said anything about knowing a Link."

Hyrule swallows hard, hugging himself tightly. "You're probably right..."

Legend sighs, shoving down the words that want to come out. He stands and walks to the traveler's side before he sits back down.

Warriors just raises a brow.

Legend wraps an arm around Hyrule's shoulders, pulling the other into his side.

Hyrule leans into Legend.

"Finally joining the fun?" Warriors challenges.

Legend scoffs, "You weren't having fun, pretty boy. You were having a wake."

The captain rolls his eyes. "Like you can be more cheerful."

Legend snorts, "Is that a challenge?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Knock knock."

Hyrule stifles a laugh, side eyeing his predecessor.

"You're fucking kidding me," Warriors huffs incredulously.

"I said 'knock knock'," Legend raises a brow.

The captain lets out a theatrical sigh, "Who's there?"

Legend gives a grin, "Boo."

"Boo who?" Warriors asks as he crosses his arms.

"Aw, don't cry pretty boy," Legend coos in a sarcastic tone, "It's just a joke."

Hyrule laughs, swatting at Legend playfully. "That was horrible! Jesus Christ, Ledge."

"How did you manage to be a prick through a knock knock joke?" Warriors asks, sounding rather impressed.

"I'm just that great," Legend smirks.

What he dosen’t tell them is that the joke is one he used on you back when you were kids whenever you were down. Back then, when you were both still children, the joke always got at least a little amusement from you.

He finds that as much as he avoids the joke because of the memory it holds... Legend dosen’t mind sharing it now with his brothers.

You would certainly approve.

"That was ridiculous," Warriors informs him.

Legend shrugs, "You just have bad taste."

"I do not!" Warriors scoffs.

Hyrule snickers, "You so do.'

Legend lets the two argue as they hop from topic to topic, taking pride in the fact he got them to stop poking an emotional wound that will never quite heal. He just wants to help them.

He just wants them to be okay.

He already failed Hyrule horribly just by not finishing Ganon for good...

Legend can't fail the traveler again.

He can't fail any of them.

You would be doing everything you can for them if you were aware, and so it's Legend's job to do so in your steed.

Hopefully you're okay in that town.

Maybe... maybe he could go visit? Just to check.

His Pegasus boots would make it easier.

No.

The best choice Legend can make is to let you go... so he will.

Legend will let you go, and he will stay away because that's what's best for you. That's what matters.

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[poisonlove]

You⁴ | w.a

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X reader

Part 1 part 2 part 3

Getting used to it had been more difficult than expected.

It had been almost a month since that kiss and the proposal to see where things would go. Since then, everything between Wednesday and y/n had stayed the same, at least on the surface. Neither of them had put a label on what they were, but the brunette had realized that it was okay. She liked spending time with her, and the only real difference from before was the kisses they exchanged in secret within the walls of their respective dorms.

The real problem, Wednesday realized, was that y/n kept receiving numerous declarations of love from others. Because everything they did remained hidden, she couldn’t openly claim y/n in front of everyone at Nevermore. And that was deeply irritating her.

“Mmmh...” y/n mumbled from Wednesday's bed.

Y/n’s y/c eyes stared with annoyance at the back of Wednesday’s head, half-closed, almost as if she was trying to send her thoughts into Wednesday’s mind, hoping she would stop writing and come to bed with her. Wednesday could feel her gaze.

“Stop staring at me,” Wednesday snapped, her eyes glued to the typewriter in front of her.

Lately, y/n had become very clingy, wanting to spend lots of time with her. Despite tolerating her presence, Wednesday needed her space. She loved writing, loved wandering alone, and enjoyed spending some afternoons in the arms of her... y/n. But that was it. Sometimes she found herself spending time with her and Yoko, and that disturbed her.

“Are you coming?” y/n asked in a small voice.

She had had a horrible morning. She lost in fencing to Bianca, got a terrible grade in English literature, and misplaced her favorite headphones. If that wasn’t enough, she arrived late to the cafeteria and couldn’t eat anything.

She wanted to feel Wednesday’s presence; she needed comfort.

“Is it necessary?” Wednesday asked in a cold tone, her fingers diligently typing away. Her eyes were fixed on the sheet of paper, slowly taking shape as her thoughts were put into words, her character's actions drawing her deeper into the story.

“I need you,” y/n murmured in a soft voice. She was fully aware of Wednesday’s distant attitude, but she hoped she could make an exception for her this afternoon.

Wednesday had to stop writing.

She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, trying to remain calm. You want to give this a try, she thought to herself, then help her out. Addams slowly turned toward the bedroom and saw y/n looking at her with puppy-dog eyes.

She’s... cute, Wednesday thought, a small smile threatening to escape her lips.

Y/n opened her arms and gave an awkward smile, her cheeks reddening under Wednesday’s piercing gaze. Addams blinked and stood up from her chair, walking with a determined step toward y/n. In a way that felt awkward and mechanical to Wednesday, she complied with y/n’s request, wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Thank you,” y/n whispered against her neck.

Wednesday resisted the urge to break the hug, letting herself be overtaken by the emotions that had been chasing her for weeks. The scent of lavender from y/n flooded her senses, making her relax. Addams tightened the embrace, her heart pounding in her chest.

She had grown used to y/n’s affectionate gestures, but part of her still felt as tense as a board. Y/n’s hand moved along her back, noticing how rigid her posture was.

“Are you okay? You’re so stiff,” y/n asked with concern.

Wednesday pulled slightly away from the hug and looked at y/n without blinking. Y/n’s y/c eyes gazed into hers with worry, and Wednesday felt an unmistakable warmth in her cheeks. “I... I need to get used to it,” she stammered.

Wednesday frowned... Since when do I stammer?

Y/n smiled broadly and let out a timid laugh, amused by Wednesday’s reaction. Her hands rested around Addams' waist, giving her a light squeeze. “How about...” y/n began, biting her lower lip, looking thoughtful.

Wednesday’s eyes dropped to her lips.

“We practice a little?” y/n asked in a husky voice. In the weeks they had spent together, y/n always asked for permission before kissing Wednesday. The reason? They weren’t officially a couple, and y/n was terrified of scaring Addams with her emotional intensity.

She was well aware of how clingy she could be.

Wednesday slowly nodded her head, and y/n grinned widely, leaning in toward the goth girl’s face. Y/n’s hands gripped Addams' waist as she gently pressed their lips together. Wednesday sighed and returned the kiss, her cold, full lips melding with y/n’s.

Y/n was careful, keeping her tongue in check.

Wednesday bit y/n’s lower lip and broke the kiss, her dark brown eyes studying the girl next to her with curiosity. Her breath was uneven, and a warmth spread through her chest at the sight of y/n’s tousled appearance. Every time they kissed, a spark ran through her body. Is this what they call love?

“When are we making things official?” y/n suddenly asked, causing Wednesday’s blood to freeze. She had promised herself she would respect Wednesday’s timing, but part of her hoped to be able to call her girlfriend soon. Addams pressed her lips together.

“No,” Wednesday said coldly.

“No what?” y/n asked in confusion.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Wednesday said simply, her heart pounding violently in her chest. Coward, Wednesday thought to herself. You’re a coward.

Wednesday was terrified of being seen with y/n. Not because she was ashamed of her, of course not, but because she feared people would think she had softened. She wanted to maintain her character in front of Nevermore, while being herself in y/n’s arms.

Was that too much to ask?

“Fine,” y/n muttered monotonously, getting out of bed. She needed to get out of there. Wednesday blinked in surprise, not expecting that reaction from her.

“Fine,” Wednesday replied coldly.

She watched y/n leave the room and immediately felt guilty. She wanted to spend time with her, to be together. But she was too proud to run after her and ask her to stay, so she returned to her writing, hoping her thoughts would focus on something other than y/n.

“Hey Wed, I saw y/n storm out of here completely mad... What happened?” Enid asked curiously as she entered the room. She had run into y/n in the hallway, and she had barely greeted her, too angry to say much. She was sure it was because of Wednesday. She and Yoko were the only ones who knew about their relationship.

“Nothing,” Wednesday responded monotonously, her eyes still fixed on the typewriter. Enid sighed resignedly and lay down on the bed, flipping through a magazine to pass the time.

She’d meet up with Yoko later.

(...)

Wednesday couldn’t write.

She could no longer ignore the unease tightening her chest. Even though her pride urged her to let it go, she knew she had to talk to y/n. Walking down the hallways, she took her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed her number, but there was no answer. Again, no response.

Leaving the dormitory, she spotted Ajax leaning against a column near the dorms.

“Have you seen y/n?” she asked in her usual cold, detached tone.

Ajax, surprised by the question, raised his eyebrows. “No, I—”

She didn’t even give him time to finish before turning on her heels and walking away, leaving Ajax perplexed, his mouth still open. It wasn’t unusual for Wednesday to act like that, but this time she seemed a little colder than usual.

She walked through the gates of Nevermore with a determined step, her dark eyes scanning her surroundings. As she made her way through the gardens, she noticed the students' gazes on her, quickly looking away as they clearly sensed her foul mood.

A little further ahead, she saw y/n.

Y/n was sitting under a large tree, away from the other students' eyes. A stick was slowly burning between her hands, smoke rising in thin curls, and her eyes were fixed on the wood, focused on controlling the flame’s intensity.

Despite her heart pounding hard, Wednesday kept her usual impassive expression as she approached. The sight of y/n, immersed in her bad mood and that almost hypnotic gesture, struck her. The fire reflected in y/n’s eyes as she continued to deliberately ignore her, too absorbed in her anger or silent torment.

Wednesday stopped a few steps away, the sound of her shoes on the damp ground breaking the silence. “Y/n,” she said firmly, trying to get her attention but not raising her voice too much. She wasn’t used to apologies or pleading, and even now, she wasn’t sure if it was right to ask for forgiveness. However, her presence spoke for her: she was there, and that had to mean something.

Y/n didn’t respond immediately, continuing to watch the flame slowly consuming the stick in her hands.

Y/n didn’t look up right away, still turning the stick between her fingers as the flame slowly moved from one end to the other. The silence between them became palpable, filled with unspoken emotions and unresolved tension.

Wednesday stood still, her gaze fixed on y/n, but with that typical unreadable expression. She wasn’t used to taking the first step, let alone chasing someone, but with y/n, everything felt different, more complex.

“You should be more careful with that fire,” Wednesday finally said, her gaze shifting slightly to the side, almost as if she was trying to control her words. “It could get out of hand.”

Y/n scoffed, stifling a sarcastic smile. "I handle it just fine, thanks," she replied with a sharp tone, finally lifting her gaze to meet Wednesday's. In her eyes, there was a spark of defiance, but also something deeper—a hidden vulnerability that only someone who knew her well could detect.

Wednesday let out a small sigh, lowering her gaze for a moment. She wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to expressing her feelings, but she knew she had to say something. "Come to the dorm," she then proposed, almost nonchalantly, though the tension in her voice betrayed her. "We can... talk."

Y/n remained silent for a moment, weighing the offer. She was angry and wanted to keep her distance, but the truth was she couldn't resist Wednesday. There was something about that coldness, that way of appearing impassive and controlled, that made her cave every time.

"Talk?" y/n repeated with a slight hint of irony, letting the now-charred stick fall to the ground. But deep down, she already knew her answer.

Wednesday, without looking directly at her, gave a slight nod. "Or whatever else you want."

That small glimpse of vulnerability in Wednesday was enough to break y/n's last bit of resistance. Slowly standing up, she tossed the stick aside and approached, arms still crossed in a defensive stance. "Okay," she finally murmured, avoiding her gaze. "Let's go."

As Wednesday and y/n were walking toward the dorm, a girl approached them with a determined stride. Her eyes were fixed on y/n, completely ignoring Wednesday's presence as if she didn't exist.

"Y/n, can I talk to you for a moment?" the girl asked, blocking her path with a confident smile. Wednesday immediately stopped beside y/n, scrutinizing the newcomer with suspicion.

"I've been thinking about you a lot lately," the girl continued, ignoring the tense silence around them. "And I can't hold back anymore. I really like you, y/n. I'd like to go out with you." Her tone was direct, with no hesitation, as if she were sure of y/n's response.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word, Wednesday intervened.

"I think you've made a mistake," she said in her icy voice, stepping forward and positioning herself between y/n and the girl. "Y/n is not available."

The girl stared at her, surprised by the interruption. "That's none of your business," she replied provocatively, finally acknowledging Wednesday’s presence. "Y/n can speak for herself."

Wednesday didn’t move, her cold, dark eyes piercing the girl. "She doesn't need to answer you because the answer is already clear. Y/n is my girlfriend," she declared, with a calmness that hid a silent threat.

The girl laughed, incredulous. "Your girlfriend? Really?" she asked, skeptical, glancing at y/n as if seeking confirmation. "I don't believe it."

The smile on her face, however, quickly faded when her eyes met Wednesday's again. Wednesday’s expression was icy, impenetrable, filled with an absolute certainty that made it clear she wasn’t joking. The chill in Wednesday’s gaze seemed to freeze the air around them, making it hard for the girl to find words.

"Try questioning what I said again," Wednesday added, her voice dripping with cold menace, "and I promise it won’t be a pleasant conversation."

The girl swallowed, visibly uncomfortable. Without another word, she turned and walked away quickly, her confidence evaporating in the face of Wednesday’s intensity.

Once the girl was finally out of sight, Wednesday turned to y/n, saying nothing, but her eyes spoke volumes. Y/n looked at her, still a bit surprised by the whole situation but with a small smile on her lips, appreciating how Wednesday had handled it.

"So... it's official?"

It was a question that touched on something delicate, something she had never had to confront before. Y/n’s words made her feel slightly out of her comfort zone.

"If official means I don’t tolerate anyone else hanging around you... yes, it’s official," she replied with her usual icy calm, though the tension in her eyes betrayed her effort to stay in control.

Y/n chuckled softly, surprised by Wednesday’s straightforward answer. "That’s not exactly what I meant," she said, stopping so that Wednesday would also turn toward her.

For a moment, their eyes met. Wednesday felt her heart beating faster than usual, but she would never allow her emotions to show too much. Yet, she knew she had to face this situation because losing y/n was not an option she could consider.

Yes," she finally said, her tone softer, though still restrained. "It’s official. You’re mine, and I’m yours."

As difficult as it was to admit it, Wednesday knew it was the truth. Acknowledging that reality was hard, but losing you would have been even harder.

[starlighthosh]

I hear you - w.jh

Pairing: dancer!jun x dancer!reader

Warning: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers, Jun crying, miscommunication, mention of panic attack, past parent loss, hallucinations

Content: What happens when you accidentally overhear something the other said?

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon like every other. You were on your practice break, sitting in a corner, while your ‘friends’ sat in the middle of the room, laughing loudly at the jokes of the others. You had your headphones on, choreographing a new dance in your head.

For others you might seem like an outsider, which you kind of are, but just because you chose to. You had this skill of making yourself invisible for everyone around, which was also what was going on right now. It’s not like they don’t like you. Completely different, they always want you to sit with them and try to engage you into their conversation. You denied their affection though. You liked the dark corners more, they were just peaceful, without any hatred or fear.

You were in your own world, starring into the void while pictures of dance moves flew across your mind. Suddenly, someone tapped your shoulder. You flinched and snapped your head to the person. A tall guy kneeled beside you, smiling shyly. Your eyes met up with his, a deep brown sinking you into them.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to scare you” he nervously chuckled, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. You were still shocked, carefully scanning him with your eyes. His body could be seen through his loose clothes. He has a great physique you thought to yourself. His hair lay messily on his head, making him seem more authentic. His face had an indescribable beauty to it and his presence took up your whole being, shining like gold around him.

“No, no, it’s fine. You didn’t scared me” you quickly replied. He let out a relieved sigh, smiling again at you. “So, I’m new here. Is there anyone that I have to go to or am I just a part of this group now?” you chuckled slightly at his clumsiness. “She’s kind of the leader here. You should go to her first” you recommended as you pointed with a finger to her.

“But.. they ignored me” he said. It wasn’t unusual for them to be rude to others, but how can you ignore a person like him? His aura is really hard to ignore, putting everyone in awe around him.

“Hey, we have a newcomer” you shouted to the others. It may have seem like they didn’t even acknowledged that you were still in the same room, but suddenly all their attention went to you, responding immediately. The said ‘leader’ gasped as she came up to you. “Well hello there. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?” she exclaimed in her best costumer-service voice.

“I-I’m Jun” he replied, surprised at the sudden shift. What a beautiful name. She smiled gently at him, pulling him with her to introduce him to the others. You were left alone in the corner, feeling the cold breeze he left. The effect he had on you was no joke, leaving you in a trance of admiration. But, somehow he doesn’t seem to have the same effect on others.

The next practice breaks continued normally. Just that now, there are two of you sitting on the sides. Jun and you. You didn’t talked with one another, just quietly enjoying each others presence, knowing you aren’t alone.

You had no problem being alone, even growing to like it over the years, but you enjoyed him around. He didn’t said much, mostly being overheard. Not from you though. You heard every sound of him. Every breath, noise, word. It was like he fixed your whole attention to him. You didn’t complain though. He was an interesting human being.

The gap between you two closed a little more with every practice, even starting to exchange a few words with another. You couldn’t ignore the fact, that your heart pounded in your ears, obviously being nervous. He just had that strong hold on you, his smell and presence taking up all of your senses. You wondered, if he felt the same about you.

He did. From the moment he walked into the practice room for the first time, his eyes always searched for you. It was fascinating for him, how you could just change your presence in milliseconds. He just couldn’t understand why. As someone who has been ignored by everyone his entire life, his dad, classmates, teachers, bosses, he just couldn’t wrap around why you would purposefully make yourself invisible. But he was drawn to you, noticing you the whole time you’re together.

It’s been a couple weeks since Jun joined your dance group. The change in your group atmosphere was noticeable. The others, that were normally in the center, moved closer to the side. Now, Jun and you were filling up the room with laughters. Even in the breaks, you jokingly choreographed songs with weird moves.

The presence of the others vanished with every second you two spent together, creating your own little world. But they noticed it too. You’ve never been so open with them, like you are with Jun. They somehow envied him. It was beautiful to see, how you brought out the best of each other.

“We have a dance competition” the ‘leader’ announced. Everyone looked at her with a question mark above their head. “Actually only two of us” she continued “It’s a duo dance, so only two of us are going to participate in the competition. They will basically represent the whole team”. Complains started to spread. “Why only two of us?” “That’s not what a team is about” “Why are we even participating?”.

“I want Jun and Y/n to represent us” she said, completely ignoring the others. The room went silent, shocked faces being exchanged. Excitement grew up inside of you, but you stayed silent. “Us?” Jun unsurely asked. “Yes. I think your chemistry is great for this”.

Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes widening with shock. Jun hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and turned to smile at you. “I guess we can make it work, right?” he asked you. You kept silent for a moment, not knowing if you were actually ready for this. But it’s for the team. “Yes, we can” you assured him.

He looked at you with a relieved smile. “All right, then it’s fixed. Don’t disappoint us” she warned, building up pressure on the both of you. Everyone went back to their doing, except for Jun and you. The silence between you was deafening, none of you knowing what to do next.

You’ve been staying longer for practice since the announcement, practicing for the competition. Even though it was awkward at the beginning, your bodies were in harmony. Every movement was perfectly balanced, moving like water through the room.

The two of you flopped down onto the floor. Your chests rising and falling hardly with every breath, sweat dripping down from your faces. This choreo was really challenging, but it was all for the team.

Both of you didn’t really spoke with one another, like you used to. It was weird to talk about the situation you’re in. You haven’t known each other for that long and now you have to dance together, because your chemistry is great? What does that even mean?

Duo dances have never been your thing. Also because you tend to get an unhealthy obsession with the other person, only breaking your heart in the end. Thats why you were glad that your current dance group never did those duo dances. Well, until now.

Jun though, he looked like he enjoyed every second of it. His presence have already been strong, at least for you, but this dance made him shine even more. He was completely in his element. Plus he’s doing it with you.

Still, there was something weird about him in the last days. It’s like his mind was occupied by something the whole time. You often had to make sure that he was still in the practice room and not wherever his mind was.

You opened the door of your apartment. Street lamps shining through the curtains of the dark room. You threw your shoes in a corner, together with your bag, and flopped yourself on a chair. An exhausted exhale left your mouth as you covered your face with your hands.

Ever since Jun came into your life, you’ve not been able to think straight. Everything reminded you of the little things he does. Like the cat memes on the internet or the weird guys in your favorite tv shows. He was just way too.. cute

He took over your mind once again, not letting you breathe just once. You hated him for that. Everything was fine with you, but now you just malfunctioned every time he gets a little too close to you. You could swear, you sometimes even smell him randomly.

It was like he could read your mind, your phone started to vibrate. You removed your hands to take a look, exclaiming a fake cry, as you read his name. You took a deep breath and answered the call.

“Hello? Jun?”

“Y/n? I need your help”

“What? Did something happened? What’s wrong?”

“Please, just come to the dance studio”

“Okay okay, I’m on my way”

And with that he hung up. You starred at your phone for a second, his helpless voice still ringing in your ear. Then you quickly started to move, taking your shoes and jacket, and rushing to the studio.

As you reached the dance studio, you saw a trash can on the floor, its contents emptied on the floor. A few meters next to it was a car with a broken window and dents. What the hell happened here?

Jun was curled up in a corner with a traumatized look. You ran to him, kneeling down in front of him. “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” you asked worried, taking one of his hands in yours. They were cold, his whole body must be freezing. It was clear that he must have had a panic attack. “Let’s get inside okay?” you helped him up and guided him to the emergency room in the studio.

You put a blanket over his shoulders and hot packs in his hands. Carefully you sat down beside him. He still wasn’t really aware of his surroundings. You were unsure, if you should ask him now or wait a little longer for him to acclimatize, but your curiosity got the better of you.

“What happened out there Jun?” you asked cautiously. He slightly moved his head to look at you, in his eyes a deep sadness. “My.. my mom” he stuttered out of him. “Your mom? What’s with your mom?” you tried to get more out of him. He didn’t responded, only looking wordlessly at you. You tried to give him the time he needed calm down from his shock.

“I’m sorry, I must have disturbed you. It’s just.. you were the only one I could call” he said after a while. Your heart sank in your chest. “It’s okay. You needed help” you tried to assure him, but the words seemed to coldly fly past him.

You reached out for one of his hands, caressing the back with your thumb. “Tell me what you need and I’ll do it” you offered him. His gaze switched between your hand and your face.

“I need you” he muffled not even above a whisper. “What?” you asked, not understanding what he just said. Instead of repeating it though, his face turned cold. “Forget it” he bluntly said. The sudden shift surprised you, besides that this is the first time he has talked to you like that.

He got up, leaving the blanket on the chair. “Thanks for coming, but I don’t need your help anymore” he stated. His new attitude sending goosebumps all over you. “Jun, I-“ you tried to hold him back, but he already left through the door.

You ran after him, trying to make him listen to you, but he wouldn’t even look at you. “It’s not what you think, I just didn’t-“ you explained, but he cut you off. “I got it, all right? You can leave now” he demanded. “No, I don’t think you-“ “Just go!” he snapped, interrupting you again.

Immediate silence. Tears build up in your eyes, as you processed what just happened. “Fine, if that’s what you want” you mumbled. His eyes widened, hearing the hurt in your voice. “Wait no, that’s not what I meant” he tried to explain, but you already made your way past him, leaving him right there on the spot.

Since then, your practices have been going on very very quiet. All you could hear was a scoff here and a frustrated groan there. The others also noticed the difference and they didn’t liked it.

The ‘leader’ came up to you in one of the breaks. “Hey, everything alright between you?” she asked, pointing to Jun with her eyes. You coldly nodded. She starred at you for a second. “I trust you two with the competition, if you fail this because of a stupid fight, both of you can leave this group” she bursted out, loud enough for him to also hear it, before going back to the others.

After practice, Jun tried to find the right moment with you. “Can we talk?” he quietly asked. You looked at him. The nervousness was written all over his face. You fumbled for a moment, then went back to your reserved behavior. “You tell me” you said, making his eyes open wide. “Or should I just go?” you added, sending shivers down his spine.

Your fight wasn’t good, you knew it too, and it was selfish to spread it out more now. You still had 2 days till the competition. It would be great, if you compromised your miscommunication till then, but right now, it doesn’t look good.

“Why are you being like this?” his voice cracked. You turned to him in disbelief. “Why am I being like this? Didn’t you tell me to leave you alone, after I rushed to help you, because you needed me?” you almost screamed. Juns Face turned red. “Yeah well, how do you want me to react, when you just reply ‘what’, after I basically confessed to you.” he screamed back.

“What confession?” you hissed. “Are you kidding me? Now you don’t even acknowledge it anymore?” he scoffed. The whole conversation becoming a shouting match between you two, to the point where Jun just takes his bag and slams the door from the practice room shut.

You’re left with an empty silence. Your mind still fuming over the recent argument. This is why you like corners, no hatred and fear. No potential fights over the stupidest thing, while both are just talking past each other. It was also sad. Jun was the first person you actually liked around. The only one you willingly shared a corner with. This was just so unfair.

You went through the argument again. “What confession?” you whispered to yourself. The one you didn’t unterstand? The reason why it escalated? Is that why he just pushed you away?

Jun didn’t make it far, before bursting into tears on the stairs of the studio. He just couldn’t understand how you could be like that. First, you rejected him and now you’re playing dumb? Or was he at the wrong? What if you really didn’t unterstand him?

His sight got blurry from tears, the heated argument replaying in his head like a movie. Now that you’re mad at him, he’s got nothing left to hold onto. Nothing that could protect him from going insane.

He did have some problems. Like seeing his dead mother randomly. Or hearing her voice before sleeping. It didn’t happened with you. He was safe with you. The only one he could call, when it happened again, knowing he won’t get judged. No, he would be seen, he would be heard.

Obviously you didn’t hear him though. Was he just overreacting? More tears streamed down his face. He just stood there for a while, letting all his emotions flow.

Until he heard a familiar voice. “Jun?” someone asked from above. He turned to follow the voice. You were standing a few steps over him, looking at him with full of worries. He gasped and wiped his tears away, but he couldn’t help that they were still flowing.

You stepped down the stairs until you were on eye level with him. “Tell me, do you love me?” you bluntly asked. Jun stopped breathing, feeling exposed. “Is that what I overheard, that you love me?” you asked once again. He froze on the spot, not knowing what to do now.

Carefully you cupped his face with one hand, wiping away the tears with your thumb. “Do you? Because I do” you softly stated. That was it for him. He crashed his lips onto yours, his hands holding your hips tight, pulling you close to him.

After you broke free, both of you were out of breath. “I love you, y/n. I need you. You’re the only thing keeping me sane” he mumbled through breaths. This time though, you fully heard him. Your heart clenched at his words, kissing him gently again.

“I should’ve let you talk, I’m sorry” he apologized. You nodded. “Yes, you should’ve. You can be glad I’m smart and figured it out myself.” you teased. He chuckled, his arms pulling you even closer into a tight hug.

“I love you Jun”

“I love you too. Thank you, for hearing me”

Authors note

Omg this was so much longer than I planned, that’s why the ending might seem a bit rushed. I apologize for that. Still had a lot of fun writing it. Hope you guys enjoyed it🤍

[scarletlizzard]

Hummingbird

Pairing: wanda x reader (I don't think I used any pronouns in this? I could be wrong)

Tags: angst, fluff, alcohol (R has a bit of a drinking problem), R has powers

A/N: Hi anon 😊 Please forgive me for taking so long. I wrote this about 10 different ways before I could finally settle on one! I hope this is good enough and thank you thank you so much for the request 🩷🩷

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As you sit in the pew in the middle of friends and other familiar faces, you smell the flowers that litter the alter, and listen to the quiet chatter as you feel a body sit next to you.

"Maximoff is getting married, huh?" Bucky asks, you remove your eyes from Wanda, who was standing at the alter, to your best friend.

"I guess so... finally," you say with a chuckle, looking down at your hands. You pick at the skin of your nails anxiously and think back to one of the first days you met the Maximoffs.

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"Would you stop being so anti-social?" Natasha insists as she leans in the doorframe of your room. You remove your headphones with a pout on your face.

"I'm not being anti social, I'm just... here," you shrug and stand from your bed. She laughs and shakes her head, stepping inside.

"Ten minutes, or I'm dragging you down. If I have to be there, so do you," Natasha hits your shoulder playfully and rolls her eyes as you fake being hurt.

"Ten minutes!" She commands before heading back to the party.

With a sigh, you do as she says, changing into a dark pair of jeans and a plain white shirt. If you absolutely had to go, you would at least be comfortable. So ten minutes went by, and you found yourself, as always, at the bar in the large room filled with people. You recognized most of the people, the same ones who always show up to Tonys parties. As you sip your second drink though, the sight of the twins walking by catch your eyes.

You make eye contact with Wanda Maximoff, the witch who almost drove you to commit heinous crimes the day she put herself in your mind. She gives you a soft smile, and you have to look away because you want to hate her.

You don't want to feel a warmth spread in your chest as she looks at you with those gorgeous green eyes surrounded with dark makeup and those silver rings on her slender fingers and her long, smooth legs in that skirt and that beautiful smile and - fuck it.

"Maximoff," you say, suprising her and yourself as you had walked up to her with a drink still in hand. "How are you enjoying the life of an Avenger so far?" You ask and raise an eyebrow.

"Y/N!" She says with a small blush on her cheeks.

In the short time Wanda had been here, you were the person she wanted to get to know the most... you were also the one person who wouldn't give her a second look, at least not that she knew of. She couldn't believe you were standing here.

"I um, it's very different from what I'm used to," she says and smiles again. You might fall out right there if she does it again with the way your knees weaken.

"I bet it is," you sigh and take a sip of your drink. The two of you stand in silence for a moment. "It's kind of... distracting in here. Wanna go someplace and talk?" You ask. She looks up at you and nods.

You down the rest of your drink and sneak behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whatever you could reach, which turned out to be tequila. Wanda giggled as you shrugged while reading the label on the bottle and hid it under your arm, telling her to follow you. You led her down a few hallways and up to a balcony, being far enough away that you could only hear a little bit of the muffled music.

"The stars are so bright tonight," you say as you sit on the edge, letting your feet dangle off of the side. Wanda follows suit and sits next to you, flattening her skirt. You take a sip from the bottle without a flinch, watching as she looks up at the sky.

"My brother and I used to try to count them when we were little," she laughs and takes the bottle as you hand it to her, sticking her tongue out and shivering after she takes a big sip.

"You would've been counting forever," you chuckle and feel your skin ignite as her shoulder touches yours.

"Thought we had forever," she says and looks to you. "Then on Sokovia when he got shot I-I thought he was gone." You furrow your brows, taking in her now saddened features.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that. But hey, he's here, making shitty jokes and flirting with some girl from Shield," you try to joke, feeling that same warmth from earlier when a giggle leaves her lips.

"I'm the one who needs to apologize. I-" You interrupt her by holding up a hand, taking a big gulp from the bottle.

"Here's the thing. We've all done bad things, every single one of us," you nod in the direction of the party. "Including me... which you know obviously," you mumble and look away from her, thinking back to the feeling of her inside your head. "You do good, try to wipe it clean, you know? It's all we can do. Now what I'd really like is to finish the bottle and know all about you," you say with a smile and look to her again.

"You already know about me?" Wanda says and lifts her eyebrow as she takes another swig from the bottle. You shake your head.

"No, no. I want to know what makes you tick. Your favorite movies, shows, songs, your favorite thing to do on a rainy day. Why you wear so many rings," you laugh and point to the rings that adorn her fingers. She grins, and there goes that feeling again.

The two of you spend the entire night on that balcony, finishing the bottle and swapping stories about all your favorite things. There wasn't a cell in your body that could ever hate Wanda Maximoff.

Towards the end of the night, now early in the morning, in fit of laughter you lean too far over the balcony. Wanda gasps in fear as you fall forward.

"Y/N!" She gasps loudly, and you look to her scared reaction in suprise, looking around the two of you as if something had happened you were unaware of.

"What? What is it?" You ask as you stand still in the air, floating in front of her.

The hand that covered her mouth moved and revealed a drunken laugh that escaped her lips. She leans forward and punches your arm.

"I didn't know you could fly! I thought I'd have to jump off, and oh god," Wanda shakes her head and rubs her eyes. You give her a cheeky smile and continue to stand there mid-air effortlessly.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me," you shrug drunkenly and put your hands in your pockets.

"Oh yeah, like what, hummingbird ?" Wanda jokes, giving you the nickname before she watches you step through the air was if you were walking.

You stood directly in front of her now, face almost where hers was. "I happen to be a fantastic kisser," you say with a chuckle, your heart enjoying the smile on her lips and the blush on her cheeks.

"Is that so?" She questions, her tongue wetting her lips. You nod and lean in.

"I mean, you're more than welcome to prove me wrong..." You whisper, lips hovering over hers. When you look in her green eyes for any signal to stop or uneasiness, you find none. Her eyes flutter closed, and her breath hitches as you lean in and connect your lips.

Wandas hands move to wrap around your neck, her fingers tangling with the strands behind you while yours moved to her hips. It's a soft kiss at first with shy lips, but soon turns into a sloppy drunken kiss with not so shy tongue. She can taste the tequila on your tongue, with a hint of lime from your drink earlier. Wanda sighs into the kiss as the wind blows her hair and squints her closed eyes tighter as a bright light suddenly shines between the two of you.

You frown as you feel her lips disconnect from yours, and when you open your eyes, you see her emerald eyes widen, a golden tint highlighting her features in the darkness.

"Uh, Y/N? Do you usually um... glow?" Wanda asks, and it's your turn to blush. In the kiss, you had gotten lost in Wanda. The way her soft lips tasted against yours, the way her fingertips brushed the nape of your neck. You had forgotten to control yourself.

You realized you were holding onto Wanda, now high above the balcony, while a golden white light radiates off of you.

"Oh god, I-I'm sorry," you laugh and take her back down, landing gently back onto the balcony while no longer glowing. Wanda shook her head, nothing but amazed with you.

"No, that was.. that was perfect," she whispers and reaches up to cup your cheek. In your drunken state (you didn't know from what more the tequila or Wandas lips), she kisses you again, and you can't help the light that shines off of you.

After that night on the balcony, the two of you grew closer over time. You'd stay up late doing anything and everything to make her laugh. Wanda would sneak in your room and kiss you randomly in the middle of the night just to see if you'd let your guard down and shine for her. You always did.

"So what's going on with you and Maximoff?" Bucky asked one day during a training session. You punch the pad he was holding up and shrug.

"What do you mean?" You ask back casually and try to ignore the heat that rises on your cheeks.

"Right, right. So that wasn't you leaving her room this morning," he laughs and shakes his head, groaning as you punch the pad hard near his stomach while he is distracted.

You look over through the glass wall and see Wanda talking to Vision again. "I don't know, Buck. I really like her," you sigh and watch as she laughs. You turn back to your best friend.

"Then you need to tell her, before someone else does," he nods to the direction of Wanda and Vision, knowing what he meant.

You weren't the only one growing closer to Wanda, vying for her undivided attention. Vision had been there too, and it seemed like the pair were talking more and more. Though as far as you knew, she was only kissing you, and the smile on her face wasn't the same grin she always gave you. You had nothing to worry about. She would always pick you... at least that's what you thought.

The time came when you finally wanted to tell Wanda about your feelings, that you wanted more than stolen kisses in the moonlight. You approach her room, mumbling the words you had been practicing all night.

"It's fine, you're fine," you tell yourself. "Tell her how you feel, ask her on a date. She'll say, 'Of course, hummingbird'... you're fine," you continue to convince yourself.

You take a deep breath and see the door to her room cracked open. With a shaky hand, you go to knock, but pause when you hear two voices speaking. Curiosity getting the best of you, you lean closer to listen.

"Wanda... I know you feel it, too. We're connected somehow, in here," Vision says in a soft voice.

"I feel it too, all the time," she replies, and you can hear the smile on her face.

"So we can give this a try then? Us?" He asks her. Wanda is silent for a moment, and you feel your stomach rise into your throat, your heart beating out of your chest. She wouldn't. There was no way.

Don't say yes.

"Yes. I would love to," she says.

"And what about Y/N?" He asks her, tone clearly annoyed.

"We were just... having fun," she sighs, and you feel your heart break. You don't stay a second longer.

Wandas head turns to the door, almost sure in the corner of her eyes she sees a flash of light, but when she gets up to look in the hall, it's empty. You had retreated to the safety of your room and a bottle of whatever your hand touched first.

After that night, you avoid Wanda for as long as you can. Finding excuses to leave the room every time she enters, taking on extra missions with Natasha across seas, extra training sessions with Pietro, and you put in more time at the gym with Bucky. He didn't ask why your punches were almost knocking him down, but when he saw Vision holding Wandas hand, he knew why the gym was suddenly a golden hue.

Another night, another party, another drink.

The room was filled with familiar faces and similar music, another drink in your hand but a frown on your face as you glared at Visions hand on Wandas lower back. Great.

"Guess whose got another date?"

"Hmm, is it someone who can't take a punch?" You ask and sip your drink, turning in your chair to look at Pietro.

"Ha, ha. Very funny," he fake laughs and shakes his head. "You know some of us are lovers, not fighters," he laughs for real this time, and so do you.

"Well, when we're done training, we'll see where you stand. Things are going well with her, huh?" You ask him, nodding to the girl from Shield he had somehow won over with his cheesy jokes.

"Yeah, great, actually..." He turns to smile at her, giving her a small wave before turning back to you. "Hey, I bet she knows some more hot spies. Wanna go on a double date?" Pietro jokes and watches you sigh, eyeing the brunette and the synthazoid.

"Why not? Might as well," you slur your words a little and finish your drink, leaning over the bar to grab a bottle. "See you in the morning?"

"Yeah, see you then," he says and gives you a sad smile.

The campus was quiet now. Everyone had long gone to bed, and you decided what better company than the stars and a now almost empty bottle of vodka. Perks of being super, you could drink as much as you wanted while getting as drunk as you wanted, with no bad mornings after or alcohol poisonings.

You hear the sound of a door opening and closing, and you sigh, knowing it could only be one person.

Wandas body sits next to yours at the edge, shoulder to shoulder, feet dangling high above the ground. You don't say anything, because really, what did you have to say anymore?

"What's going on, Hummingbird? Pretty late for a flight," she tries to joke, eyeing the bottle that was in your hands.

"Nothing wrong with a little fresh air," you shrug and take a large swig from the bottle, subtly moving your shoulder away from hers. Wanda frowns at the feeling.

"You've been avoiding me... Wanna tell me why?" She asks in a soft voice. You let out a loud laugh, to which she furrows her brows in confusion.

"I'm sorry, it's just so fucking obvious isn't it?" You slur and jump off the balcony, pacing in the air in front of Wanda. It's not your actions that make her flinch, seeing you walk in the air was something she was accustomed to by now, it was the tone in your voice. You had never spoken to her like that before.

"Obviously not if I'm asking you," Wanda speaks, continuing her best to keep her tone soft with you. You stop in the air and look at her with red and glassy eyes.

"Obviously not," you repeat and watch as she gives you a sad look. Her fingers twirl the rings on her fingers anxiously.

"Y/N..."

"It wasn't just fun to me, Wanda," you interrupted her, watching her lips part in suprise. "It wasn't just some little crush, I wasn't just some second choice when you weren't getting enough attention from him. I thought we - " You stop yourself and look away from her, running a shaky hand through your hair. "I loved you."

Wanda was happy with Vision. She felt a connection to him that she couldn't understand... But when you spoke those words, she felt her world shatter right there.

"Loved?" She asks.

"Past tense," you mumble and turn your back to her, not wanting her to see the few tears that roll down your cheeks.

"It wasn't just fun I-"

"You said that to him, I heard you. Don't lie to me!" You slur again, this time raising your voice and feeling your body heat up.

"I'm not lying to you! It wasn't just fun for me, it was..." She sighs and wipes her eyes. "Y/N, you mean everything to me. But with him, I don't know how to explain it. I can't explain it..." Wanda lets her tears fall as she watches you shine brighter, hating the fact it wasn't out of joy. Hating the fact that you probably hated her.

"You can't say that I mean that much to you and still be with him." You finish the bottle and toss it casually onto the balcony away from her. It cracks in half against the wall, then shatters on the ground.

"Look, hummingbird... you're drunk. Let's talk about this in the morning when you're coherent. Just come inside with me, please? I know it's selfish, but I-I can't lose you," Wanda looks at your back with pleading eyes, extending her hand out to touch you.

"You already have. The day you chose him," you cry with a sniffle and finally turn to face her, seeing her sad, teary eyes shine in your golden brightness. You don't give her the chance to say anything else. Instead, you fly off, going as far away as possible.

***

"Suprised you came back for this," Bucky says and nudges your shoulder. Your hands nervously run over the creases in your pants.

"Well, I couldn't really miss this, could I?" You sigh and look up again, only this time you see Wanda is already looking at you. Her green eyes were wide with suprise, and you could make out a smile on her lips. You balled your fists up, willing yourself to control your powers and stay calm.

"No, I don't think any of us expected Pietro out of all people to get married before half of us," he laughs quietly. "It's good you're here, Y/N."

Your eyes move to Pietro, who nervously talks to Wanda. Her hands were fixing his bowtie and whispering what you assumed calming words to him. As the music started, she turned him around, eyes moving to you as the crowd stood.

As his bride walked down the aisle, your eyes stayed glued to Wanda. Even after all this time, she was still stunning, taking your breath away as she stood next to her brother. Of course, she was his best man.

Throughout the ceremony, Wanda would look to you occasionally, checking to make sure you hadn't flown away from her again. Each time you made eye contact, you gave her a reassuring smile, letting her know you wouldn't be going away this time.

At the reception, Wanda sat at a table, drinking a glass of champagne and watching her brother slow dance with her newly appointed sister in law. A body suddenly blocks her view, and when she looks up to see your face, her heart stops.

"May I have this dance?" You ask, extending your hand out to her. She blushes, and you're reminded again that you would literally do anything for her.

Wanda sets her glass down and reaches her hand out to take yours, just as soft as she remembered. You led her to the dance floor and rested your hands on her hips, letting her arms rest on your shoulders while her hands were entwined behind your neck.

"I like the red," you utter quietly, eyeing her soft auburn curls. She chuckles as the two of you begin to sway, the tension slightly awkward between the two of you.

"I dyed it a while ago.." Wanda shrugs casually.

"It's been a while since I've seen you," you add. She hums in response, looking into your clear eyes.

"I expected to find you at the bar..." She half jokes.

"I uh, I stopped drinking," you reply with a smile, to which she gives you a proud smile back and nods.

"That's fantastic, hummingbird," Wanda whispers and scrunches her nose. Your heart swells at the nickname you hadn't heard in too long.

"Listen, Wanda. I've done a lot of thinking, a lot of trying to better myself, my emotions. I'm sorry I didn't just... talk to you. I'm happy that you're happy," you say with a smile, and she knows you mean what you say by the way it reaches your eyes. "I don't want to miss out on being a part of your life... as long as he treats you well," you say jokingly at the end to ease the heaviness of your words, and you spin her slowly around.

She returns to her previous position with a grin and pulls you closer, taking in your words as you both sway to the song. Wanda had missed this, missed you more than anything else in the world. Being in your arms again, she felt happier than she had in a long time.

"You have nothing to apologize for... I'm sorry things happened the way they did. I should've talked to you too," Wanda says gently. "We aren't together, you know?"

"Oh?" You say, trying to hide the excitement in your stomach, but Wanda can see it in your eyes.

"Yeah," she giggles at your reaction. "Turns out we're connected through the mind stone... but that was about it. He didn't know what made me tick. Didn't care to know my favorite show or what I liked to do or a rainy day." Her tone is playful as she looks up to you, smile still bright on her lips.

"Dick Van Dyke, watching the rain drops race down the window. Even though you pick the losing drop every time," you answer and smile back. She rolls her eyes jokingly at the last part, but Wanda can't deny the way her heart sped in her chest that you still remembered.

"I meant what I said that day... you mean everything to me, Y/N. You still do," her tone is serious, and you nod as you gaze into her eyes.

"I lied to you that day..." You whisper, watching her smile begin to fade. "I've never stopped loving you."

You lean down, face close to hers as your heart beats on your ribs like a butterfly trapped in a cage. Her eyes search yours as if she had been waiting for you to say those words, as if you were going to fly away right there.

"Are you going to glow if I kiss you?" Wanda mumbles the question, her lips ghosting over yours as she speaks.

"Probably..." You answer honestly.

"Good," she smiles and closes her eyes, feeling the warmth on her skin from the light that you radiated as she kisses you. You did your best to hold back, but the way her lips melted into yours and her soft tongue slipping against yours, you didn't stand a chance.

Even after the song had ended and everyone around you jumped to the quick and heavy beat, on the dancefloor, you and Wanda stayed like this. Foreheads together and swaying to your own beat, holding eachother close, neither of you knowing you would be in the same spot a year later for your first dance as a married couple.

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INTERRUPTION

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!reader Summary: Jason tells the new girl, you, to meet him in the drama room, but instead of finding him there, you find yourself interrupting an intense game of D&D. Warnings: none, to my knowledge

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you walked through the halls of school, trying to remember where you were going.

you had only been here for a week, having moved to Hawkins from California due to financial struggles.

your first week had gone well, everyone was nice- or so you thought.

you had made a few friends in class, but not enough to sit with, so you had mostly sat by yourself, eating the mush of food they feed you with your headphones on, ignoring most things around you.

but today, in gym, one of the popular kids, Jason had came up to you and told you to meet him in the drama room at 6.

in most cases, you wouldn't really trust it, but you had been telling yourself to live and socialise a little more.

you didn't have a problem with that in California, but that was probably because you had the same friend group since you were in 3rd grade and had all the friends you would ever need.

but that was over now, you were still in contact in them- but it was different, you were physically alone, and it sucked.

although, you didn't think a boy's company would fix that, but if you became friends with a popular guy like Jason, that would most likely mean you would become friends with all of the popular kids and the rest of your highschool life would be great, no one would dare mess with you.

you weren't sure what Jason wanted, due to the fact that he hadn't told you, but you didn't question it.

and you still don't as you walked the corridor, heading to the drama room.

after school ended, you had gotten home and changed your clothes, you wouldn't say it was for any particular reason, but your school outfit was a bit too.. not suited for the weather

you found the drama room and sighed, thinking for a minute before opening the door confidently.

the room fell silent as you burst through the door.

you looked at all of the confused faces looking over at you, frozen in their movements as you do the same

you open your mouth to speak but feel too nervous as 7 boys stare at you like a deer with headlights.

"uhm-" you squeaked out sheepishly

"how dare you disrupt the cult of vecna" the boy sitting on a throne-like chair at the end of the table said in a offended tone

he stared at you intensely, his hands clasped together as he propped his elbows on the long table, the red-orange hue of the lights shining on his long frizzy hair.

you had recognised them as the so called 'freaks' of Hawkins- although you hadn't heard much, only people calling them freaks as they walked past.

from what you've heard, they are all in some cult they call 'hellfire', and that the guy with the long frizzy hair, Eddie? is their 'leader'

"I- I'm sorry" you mumbled "d-do you know where Jason is?"

the leader's ears perked up at the mention of the jocks name

"Jason?"

you looked over at him, feeling even more nervous under his hard gaze as he looked you up and down skeptically

"y-yeah- Jason Carver?" you replied shyly

"yeah we know who he is!" he snapped "why are you looking for Jason?"

"he told me to meet him..here.. I'm sorry..enjoy your...cult" you mumbled as you turned on your heels before hearing a few protests from a few different voices

-"it's not a cult!" "it's a game" "it's dungeons and dragons"

"no- hold on there princess" the voice stopped you from leaving

when you turned around, he was walking over to you

"you're the new girl, right?" he squinted his eyes as he stood a few feet away from you

you looked down "yeah..."

"and would you say you are friends with Jason?" he tilted his head

you played with the sleeve of your sweater as you thought for a moment

you had only been here a week, so you don't think you could call anybody your friend yet, but if you could- it probably wouldn't be Jason, you'd only talked to him a few times, and now he has told to meet him here, only to find 7 men who have been staring at you weirdly for the past 5 minutes- him, nowhere to be seen.

"no?"

he looked back at the table of boys before smiling

"looks like we've found another lost sheep"

all the boys' faces seemed to drop before frowning

"no but-" "she's a-" "what!?-" "eddie she's-" they all started but didn't seem to want to finish it

"but she's a girl?!" the one with a bigger frame and dark, spikey looking curly hair yells in..fear

"who said girls weren't allowed in the club?" a younger boy with a lot my curls and a hat on replied, furrowing his eyebrows at the older boy

"I'm sorry, what's going on, do you know where Jason is?" you spoke softly as the leader turned to you again with a welcoming smile

"Jason isn't coming, Sweetheart.." he tutted

"i think he's rather lose a stupid game of balls and laundry baskets then be caught dead in here" he joked, making all the boys on the table laugh, except for one- with tall boxy hair that sat in the middle of the curly headed and a pale one, all looking fresh out of middle school.

"y-you mean basketball?" you stuttered, looking up him as h straightened his posture, their laughs dying down as you corrected him

"yes, sweetheart, Basketball" he smiled

the room was silent for a moment while you stayed in your thoughts, still playing with the sleeve of your sweater, feeling hot under the lights blaring in the room and the embarrassment creeping into you

"so..." you started "so Jason just told me to meet him here..to t-trick me?"

the boy in front of you gave you a empathetic smile

"it's ok.. he's a jerk"

you looked up at him and nodded your head slowly, understanding the situation

"so.. he didn't want to be my friend" you said, more to yourself then him

"trust me, there's better people out there to be friends with" he sighed

"I'm Eddie" he said, extending his hand for you to shake

you introduced yourself and lightly shook his hand

you looked at the table, noticing all of their sympathetic smiles towards you, making you feel stupid for showing up, making yourself look like a complete fool

you smiled tightly, your lips pursed together "right..well, I'll just go then, have fun with..dungeons and dragons.."

"would you like to join?" Eddie said quickly "i mean you wouldn't be able to play-of you wanted to- but you can watch for now"

you thought for a moment, they seemed nice- some more inviting then others.

they weren't what you pictured for friends- seen as though they were all boys and played some game they called a 'cult' but wasn't actually?

but they didn't seem all that bad- better than Jason apparently.

and you'd rather have a bunch of strange boys be your friends than have no friends at all, even if they were called freaks

besides, watching a game didn't necessarily mean being friends.

but you didn't have anything else to do, if you left now, you'd just go home and do nothing.

so why not watch a game of dungeons and dragons

"sure.." you replied, watching his face light up at your response

Eddie stepped out of the way and extended his arm to the table, introducing all of the boys

the younger ones being MIke, lucas and Dustin and the older ones being Gareth, Jeff and Patrick.

"nice to meet you" you waved sheepishly, smiling as they all said hello

"you can sit next to me" Eddie offered, guiding you to his 'throne', his hand on the small of your back ever so gently as you walked over to where he was when you interrupted the game. he let go for a moment and walked over to a stack of chairs, grabbing you one and putting it down next to his chair.

he smiled warmly as you sat down, looking over at you as he sat beside you

"you came at the perfect timing, we just got to the best part" he smirked

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU !

pairing. teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

content. implied smut 😞 SIONE DA BEST MAN MENTIONED 🗣️🗣️🗣️ secret relationship, jealous miguel, cutesy moments between miguel & manaia <33 not proofread yall

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She was the epitome of beauty, that's what Miguel loved to think. In everything she did, it was utter perfection in his mind.

To the way she smiled, the way she walked, the way she sat in silence with her earphones blasting her cultural music and letting her mind run wild while jotting everything she knew in her book, whilst everyone else in class had caused chaotic mess with their confusion in every mathematic problem they tried to solve.

He admired her from across the table they both sat on, and his heart was fucking racing. He was close, yet so far away. And no, he wasn't going to slowly move his foot forward to accidentally hit her own, no.

Instead, he called out her name after finally shifting away his thoughts. "So, Manaia," she looks at him with an endearing smile, taking out both of her earphones to give the boy her full attention.

He shuts his mouth instantly. "Uh, never mind, sorry."

Miguel bites his lip nervously when she shakes her head and laughs, "You can talk to me anytime, Miggs. Don't be shy," yet she hides the fact that her face was hot, and if Miguel wouldn't open his mouth in 2 seconds, she was sure she'd run out the room out of nervosity.

He smiles, "I just wanted to say I love your new hair," and he says out of truth.

Manaia's hair that had once been honey brown had been dyed black, with a blonde counterpart underneath. She had found it so stupid, but to him, it was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"And your lip piercing as well," he compliments with a whisper.

Miguel's heart dances when she hears her giggle.

"I've always had this, Miguel," her ever so soft voice laughs.

To this, Miguel chuckles, "Never had the chance to say how beautiful it looks."

How beautiful you look, his mind thinks.

He smiles at her shy self, hiding a smile with her palm. "That's very sweet of you to say, Miggs." Her hand slides across the table to hold onto his, but backs away

Manaia loved to experiment with her looks. Now there wasn't much you can do with a simple skirt, blouse, and the same mediocre looking jumper.

Miguel was excited everyday to see what was different; whether it be with her hair, new lip combo, or with how she styled her school uniform. She loved putting on jewelry as an addition, either way, she was ethereal without a doubt.

He made notes on which look stayed for a few days, indicating she loved it. And which look only lasted one period before something was changed the next time he saw her during the breaks.

Miguel had to come to accept the fact that people around him also had eyes.

He glared at those whose whispered about how elegant and beautiful his girl looked; nonetheless his mouth stayed shut.

"Smash or pass?"

Of fucking course.

Miguel craned his neck to the side, the table he sat on was isolated but he still heard the whispers of the two boys from across the room.

"Who are you talking about?" one of the two asked, wearing his hat backward as the other had long, yet messy gold hair placed in a tight braid.

"Girl over there," the long haired boy motioned his head over to Manaia who had her back facing anyone that sat behind her. Her headphones had blasted the latest song she had downloaded, seemingly on repeat as she couldn't get over the tune.

Miguel's glare goes unnoticed from everyone else in the room, thankfully.

"Oh, Naia?" his eyes slightly widen, and he doesn't hesitate at all with his answer. "Fucking smash, obviously," the guy with the backwards hat had smirked, dapping up his friend as he chuckles.

Miguel resisted the urge to get up and make his way over to the both of them.

"Reckon she's even good at, you know?" the Rapunzel dupe questioned, trying to get his voice low as possible yet failed miserably.

"Boys? Is there anything you'd like to share?" an authoritative voice rung through the room. The middle-aged woman who stood in front of everyone had raised a brow towards the back of the room, eyes set on a particular pair of boys.

Miguel watches as Manaia pulls down her headset to pay attention in case she were the one who was in trouble, then looking behind herself to see who the elder was talking to.

"No, Miss," the boy with hair that reached his ass crack had snickered, and Miguel's blood began to boil.

But his heart calms when Manaia looks over his way with a gentle smile, as well as a wave. He smiles awkwardly back after being caught staring at her.

Miguel looks back down to his notes pretending to write.

It was semi-normal for couples to find a space where they could talk, kiss, and stuff...

Nonetheless, it was no different for Miguel and Manaia - who had walked around together with aching want to hold hands but managed to find a set of stairs that conveniently led up to the block they both had classes in.

Miguel had sat on an upper step so Manaia could sit a step below him. Settling herself between his legs, she slipped off her headphones and placed them around her neck, her music still playing in the background.

A few kisses on the cheek and forehead were shared, whispers of affection, and the sickly sweet banter - the usual of loving couples.

After awhile, they had fallen into a comfortable silence. Listening to each other breathe in the air they shared, letting each other gain warmth from the touch their bodies shared.

Manaia pulls away from his touch slightly to look up at him. "What are you thinking about?" she smiles.

Miguel is pulled away from his thinking, looking down to the girl he had his arm wrapped around.

"Pardon?"

A giggle erupts from the girl before him, "I said," her hand reaching up to poke his cheek, "What are you thinking about? I hope it's about me," she jokes.

Miguel gulps at the strong eye contact Manaia had held with him. He feels the warmth of her soft palm spread on his cheek, the soft push had made him look directly down at her just as she intended.

"Just us." Miguel whispers quickly.

"Mhm," her other free hand cups his other cheek, her head tilts curiously, "And what about us?"

"I'm just tired-" he drags his words, his eyes then widen when Manaia lets his face free from her soft hold, "Wait- no, no, not of us- I'm not tired of us, I swear I didn't mean that!" He whispers in an assuring tone, cupping her face and giving her forehead as many kisses as he could.

"Okay, okay, I believe you," she whispers in a soft voice.

Miguel sighs, "I'm just tired of us not being able to, you know, be a proper couple and we've been together for like," He counts with his fingers, "Months! We can't hold hands in public, I can't walk you to class, I can't show you off. I can't show anyone that you're my girlfriend, and vice versa," he pours his heart out to his girlfriend in expectant of her understanding.

Manaia nods her head in acknowledgement to her sweet boyfriend's words, she smiles at the trust Miguel had in sharing his feelings with her. "I get you, Miggy. I've felt the same way before, and I know I was the one to say I'd like for us to be private. I'm just scared, to be honest."

Miguel raises a brown, fully intrigued.

"What are you scared of?"

Miguel feels his heart jump when his sweet girl groans angrily, which he finds cute, "What should I not be scared of, Miguel?"

First-name basis? Miguel gasps as he thinks to himself.

Oh never-mind, she was truly upset.

"Miggy, you're-" She groans again with a pout, "You're attractive! you're bulky, you're tall, you're sporty, and you're smart!"

His face flushes at the rush of compliments he's given, "I still don't understand what you're trying to say, Naia," his fingers delicately brush a strand of hair behind her ear, as he noticed it slightly annoyed her.

Manaia huffed in annoyance, crossing her arms. Miguel chuckles, "Please just tell me what it is that's bothering you," he kisses her temple countless times as she doesn't pull away.

"You already know I barely have friends. Besides Sione, Kiuga and David, there's no one else I can talk to. And I don't want girls to try and befriend me just to get close with you," Manaia admits. She fidgets with the golden bracelet with the M initial Miguel had gotten her for their first month anniversary.

"I don't know what I'm saying honestly. I just know that I want you to myself, even if it means to keep us a secret," Manaia averts her gaze from his in a shy manner.

Manaia continues in a lowered voice, "I know how people can be. If people knew we were together, they'd talk about you regardless, especially in front of my face. They- ugh. What's that word, Miggy? They.. uh.." looking around to see something that would help her.

Miguel intervenes, "Naia, what are you-"

"FAWN! Yes, they fawn over you!" Manaia dramatically faints into Miguel's lap. Then peers back up with widened eyes looking straight at her boyfriend in shock.

"What if you find someone better along the way as well?!"

She continues on her rant for countless minutes about the silly what ifs and the "pretty" girls that would snatch him away from her.

Miguel could only admire the girl before him with a wide smile on his face, "I get what you're saying," planting a kiss on her forehead to calm her down. "But I want you to know that being together in this relationship means I'm only for you and it'll stay that way." he emphasizes before cupping his girl's beautiful face.

That was all Manaia needed before getting shy again. Trusting her boyfriend, she reaches up and leaves a loving peck on his lips.

Still in a mood, Manaia raises a brow, "You'll only love me, right?" her eyes sparkling with curiosity. His ears then catch on to the ongoing melody that rung through Manaia's headphones.

she looks just like a dream

the prettiest girl i've ever seen

Miguel chuckles, "If I wasn't going to love you only, I wouldn't have asked the prettiest girl in the world to be mine."

Manaia chuckles as she rolls her eyes, smushing Miguel's cheeks with her hand, "So cheesy."

"But if you're so concerned about people fawning over me," Miguel teases as his girl lightly slaps his chest, holding onto her wrist to keep it there, "I can think of a way to get people to lay off."

M.Ohara_99 has mentioned you in his story !

Manaia is stopped from her endless scrolling on tiktok. Her attention is on the new notification from her boyfriend. Tapping on the notif, she immediately feels a rush of heat spread on her face when she sees her chat with Miguel.

Miguel was a gym fanatic, those who liked to look knew of this. It was bound for him to post at least one photo of his progress. Yet, for him to post a photo, flexing his arms and his uncovered neck that was marked with dark, purple hickeys?

He knew those who prayed and wished for him to be theirs were going to be hurt. But did he care?

Not at all.

Manaia isn't able to fully inspect Miguel's story completely when another mention pops up.

It shows Miguel flexing his muscular back, the long and deep scratches on his back definitely wasn't made to be hidden with the way he solely focused the camera on them.

Before Manaia could bang her head against her pillow happily, she notices the very obvious mention of her username in Miguel's story.

Not even a minute goes by and Manaia gets another message.

mahi_sniffer has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

mahi_sniffer: GUYS I AM HONORED TO BE ONE OF THE FIRST TO KNOW ABOUT YALL DATING

mahi_sniffer: BUT I SWEAR TO FUCK IF I FIND OUT YOUS HAVE SMASHED ON MY BED WHILE YOUS WERE OVER AT MY HOUSE IM GOING TO FUCKING FREAK

this is so chat, i just wanted to upload this cos why not, i didnt know how else to end this LOL

[astraymetronome]

Ahhh if youre still doing requests/discussion of ideas lol, then i would be INDEBTED to you if you could write some platonic bakudeku vore with pred Bakugou? I think hed be SUCH an interesting pred specifically to Izuku cause he’d be protecting someone who he has such a complicated relationship with u know? Probably would be a lot of mixed feelings there

If not either way i just wanna say its really cool to see someone with the same hyperfixations as me! Mcyt /and/ Mha fans are RARE 😵‍💫 And also happy late birthday!!🎉🎉

Hey! Sorry this took so long to get out, like this ask is months old lol, I've been trying to think of an idea for this but something cute and simple seems like the best goal.

Anyways- here's a little fix of your platonic bkdk vore~

Izuku was pretty used to getting caught up in his projects. He wasn't a support course student but Mei helped him realize that he actually really enjoyed tinkering and working with his hands. It was fun to take some circuits and solder, combining with code and other forms of metal components to create his ideas when he couldn't get them into words.

His latest project has been consuming all of his time as of late since he can't manage to figure out what's causing the code to break. The teen was tempted to bother Mei and have her look over his work, but he also knew she'd be eager to take control over the idea and he didn't really want that. Midoriya was proud of his projects and he liked to make sure they worked on his own before sending them out to be considered by Power Loader as a part of his, or his muse's, costume.

As of right now, he was burrowed into a project for Uraraka. It was supposed to register the amount of oxygen surrounding the person attached to it. She's threatened to float people into the sun enough times that he actually considered it happening if she had a quirk accident or something similar.

The idea was if the level of oxygen lowered to a certain point, the mechanism would trigger a release of a quirk canceling substance. He wasn't sure if it should be a mist, an injection, or some kind of ointment but the idea was there. This would basically cancel out her zero gravity and drop them. Of course this was paired up with a parachute system and he'd gotten that to work fine, the problem was the oxygen.

He couldn't get it to recognize when the air quality was unsafe. He'd tried all sorts of different ways and he's gotten it to trigger once or twice but not reliably. He needed to trust it would trigger in a proper test so that Power Loader would attempt to make a better model, and he just can't figure it out.

Izuku had been toiling over this thing for weeks now! It was getting on his nerves, but he was so close. He knew he was close. He'd gotten the system to work the last three times before it disabled, so he was remaking it with the same settings and everything... The only thing was... He's been at this since this morning-

And it was currently 9 pm.

It wasn't that he meant to work on it all day! He had intended to go to the training grounds to spar with Iida, Todoroki, and Tsu, but.... He'd forgotten. The three had seemed to leave him to his trinkets, not having even knocked or called him as far as Midoriya was aware.

Still, he knew he needed a break... But he was really close to finishing up.

Izuku was so focused on his project, make that because his headphones were blaring in his ears, he hadn't heard the door creaking, instead flinching when a hand roughly landed on his left shoulder. The hero student pulled his headset to his neck, letting them sit on his shoulders as he pushed a button to pause the audio.

"Finally! I've been knocking for hours nerd!" Katsuki's voice was quick to take over the silence Izuku was exposed to. He blinked a bit, slightly startled but still out of it from how long he'd been zoned into his project.

"Oh- Sorry Kacchan," He started, "I've been working on-" only to be interrupted by one loud blonde.

"Idiot, you've not left your room all day! Every extra has been worried about you to the point they're up my ass!" Kacchan bitched out, causing a bit of blush to flood Izuku's cheeks.

He hadn't intended to worry anyone! He wanted to finish the test piece not ignore his friends. Midoriya knew he'd need to make it up to them, that probably meant a lot of apologizing and helping with a few chores or assignments but he'd do that either way. The teen ran a hand through his curls, snagging a few knots as he got to his feet.

A wave of exhaustion hit him within moments, feeling sore and stiff. He hated crunching like this and hated how his brain worked sometimes. If he hadn't hyper focused on this so bad, maybe he'd be asleep already or curled up watching a movie with his friends. Izuku steadied himself, humming a bit at the concerned look Kacchan gave him.

"I'm fine." He said quickly, only to be smacked at the back of his head. Izuku leaned forward and rubbed just above his neck as he gave a small glare.

"God, you're a dumbass." Katsuki mumbled before speaking up once more. "Get your ass downstairs. You're eating something and going to bed." The blonde said quickly, grabbing Izuku's arm. The shorter teen yelped as he was dragged downstairs.

-🐇~🐺-

Izuku felt pretty relaxed now that he'd filled his stomach and had about an hour to spend some time with his friends. He just needs to get upstairs, finish that project, and head to bed! That wouldn't take too much longer, probably one more hour or less with how close he was to finishing up. He'd excused himself from the movie and was currently walking down the hallway to his room.

As soon as he pushed the door open and went to grab his headphones, a hand grasped his wrist. Izuku felt himself groan, knowing who had done this. He turned, glaring slightly, as red eyes met green.

"Nope." Kacchan said so plainly and he knew, immediately, that there was no fighting the blonde.

"I'll sleep." He said quickly, moving to reach for his dresser only to instead have himself pushed onto his bed. The teen blinked a bit, slightly confused before Kacchan pulled a thin black bracelet out of his pocket.

Izuku recognized the thing, pausing as he gave a sigh, unable to stop the slight upturn of his lips.

"Really?"

"Fuck off." Kacchan said quickly.

The former starred expectingly until he held out his wrist. Midoriya watched as Katsuki slipped the band over his scared hand and it immediately tightened just below his palm.

The shorter teen pressed his thumb to the thin black screen, if glowing a slight blue before he took a deep breath. A tingling sensation shot through his body, starting at his arm and working out. He didn't find the shrinking process nice, not like some of his peers, it was similar to One For All but off enough he found it unsettling.

Within moments, his body closed in on itself, his size going from 155 centimeters to just above 10 (65 inches to 4). He felt dizzy, eyes kept closed in order to keep from growing more disoriented at the sudden difference.

Izuku let himself adjust, taking around 10 minutes or so before he let himself look up at the blonde in front of him. If Kacchan towered over him before, the teen absolutely shadowed him at his new size. It was a pretty common occurrence nowadays, everyone in class 1A had their own opinions on the... Shrinking bands. They'd been a cause of an attack and ended up being liked by a lot of them. So... They kept them.

Aizawa... Knew? Kinda. But they weren't harming anyone so, there wasn't much of a problem with their new habits. Izuku sighed as he watched Katsuki sit down, getting to his level now that he was small. He wasn't used to Kacchan not carrying a grin when they did this, but he was honestly too tired to care. He knew that this was being done because he'd probably resume programming the moment Kacchan left.

Izuku smiled as he stepped to the edge, hands scooping up behind him. He had expected the impatience, knowing that the power this gave the blonde was something he'd never be able to escape. Despite this, they were safe.

No matter how mad, or frustrated, they made each other. Izuku never hurts Katsuki when they do this, and Kacchan never hurts Deku. They both had this undeniable trust with the bands.

"Okay, I'm good!" Izuku called out, sitting on his palm as he lightly kicked his legs. As he was lifted up, brought to a familiar face, he simply smiled, staring at large lips.

Kacchan opened his mouth, the blonde's sharper teeth having originally been a nerve racking sight now only brought a sense of security. If someone wanted to hurt him, Izuku that is, they'd have to go past those in a way and he knew that wouldn't happen.

His eyes drifted over the sheen of saliva, grinning at the pink/red muscles and flesh that made up a mouth. He let warm, damp breath wash over his face, feeling like a sauna as he reached forward and placed a hand on the tip of his tongue. Izuku almost melted into the heat as he was nudged further, slipping into the mouth with ease.

His lower body stuck out, but that was normal, careful letting himself be covered in slime and saliva as the muscle shifted and carefully pinned him to the roof of Kacchan's mouth. The difference of the softer pallet compared to the more ridged section behind teeth was a little weird, he's never thought otherwise, but he knew that it was a normal thing.

Izuku swore he was lathered and sucked on for an hour, but he knew it was only a minute or two before Kacchan's esophagus opened up, a loud swallow forcing his upper body down into the tight chute of an throat. He kept his mouth and eyes closed, not wanting to get slime in either of them as he proceeded to quietly kick his legs as they were licked. He knew Kacchan enjoyed the movements so he tried despite his body feeling like lead.

A second swallow followed shortly, forcing Izuku to slip deeper and further before he hit a thicker ring of flesh, it opening immediately and dropping him into an mostly empty sack. He shifted his weight, getting comfortable as a hand rested on his back. Izuku sighed, leaning his head back as he felt a thumb carefully rub over where he laid.

Izuku didn't even feel Kacchan lay down before he was asleep.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Thanks for reading! The shrinking bands are based on the series of My Hero Vore Fics by LiamsLostAngel on Devantart!

I wrote all of this last night- please let me know if you find any spelling mistakes.

[sincapjelly]

Headphones (One-shot)

AO3 version if anyone's interested:

He had no idea how the past couple of weeks had gone by so fast. It felt like only yesterday that he had returned home and unpacked his bag. Now he was packing his bag to leave again, even though he didn't feel ready to go back to school and say goodbye to Lilly at all. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that Lilly was going back to the monastery the day after him.

Sometimes he wished they could go back to the days when they were not busy with school or the monastery.

Speaking of Lilly, he could hear her footsteps approaching.

"Can I take the headphones this time?"

Lou looked up from packing his bag and turned to Lilly, standing a few steps away with a Puss in Boots look in her eyes, holding the white headphones in her hand. For a few seconds they exchanged no words, communicating through their eyes. In response to Lilly's deliberately cute look, Lou gave her a look that indicated he wasn't too happy about it before giving up. He sighed and closed his eyes. He didn't like upsetting her. Especially breaking her heart over an item that belonged to both of them, even if Lilly thought otherwise.

Without the headphones, the ride to the city was an agonizing experience. He didn't like the loud noise of the city, every time he wanted to cover his ears and drown out the feeling that the city was swallowing him up. He also needed to talk to people less with his headphones on. But above all, it was torture to be without headphones, especially when Lilly wasn't around. He just wanted to put his headphones on and make the outside and the people invisible.

On the other hand, he knew that Lilly felt the same way more or less. Maybe it wasn't exactly the same inside their heads, but even for different reasons, they both needed music when they were alone.

They definitely needed to buy another pair of headphones with the first money they could get their hands on.

"Okay, you take them this time."

Lilly knew he wasn't very happy about it. But even though she felt bad, she was relieved that this time she would get the headphones. After all, she was not forcing him, Lou would not do anything he didn't want no matter how much he was begged.

She wanted the headphones, the music helped quiet her mind. Without it, thoughts would sometimes be so crowded in her head that it felt like it could explode even when she didn't try to think, the world and the people around her seemed to fade out. The music kept her in the moment. Without it, it was too hard, sometimes even impossible to focus.

Even though it was obvious that they both needed this clunky gadget equally, Lilly still felt guilty.

In fact, Lou was embarrassed too, thinking it was selfish of him to not want to give it to her. But the truth was that neither of them wanted to give the headphones. When they traveled together, it was not a problem to have only one, listening together was way more pleasant even. But when they had to travel separately... No matter which one of them took the headphones, it was going to be an unpleasant journey for the other.

They bought the headset together, using their joint money. But because of the spontaneous nature of the missions and Lilly's lack of time to spend with herself at the monastery, Lou often ended up being the one that kept the headphones. Now he felt a sense of emptiness because of this. It was overwhelming just thinking about the ride.

An awkward silence lasted as they both saw themselves as the villain. Until Lou finally smiled and looked at Lilly.

"But on one condition."

Lilly looked puzzled, not knowing what kind of condition he was going to come up with, but she was clearly more relaxed than earlier.

"What condition?"

"Come with me on the way to the city."

°•°•°•°•

Yes, Lilly going in and out of the city meant spending some extra money on transportation. But if they could solve the headphone problem and also get to spend some time in the city before Lou went back to his dorm, what did it matter?

On the way to the subway, they had to get on and off several times. Now, fortunately, they would be on the same metro for about two hours. They had purposely left the house as early as possible, the sky wasn't even entirely light yet. Maybe that was why Lilly felt so sleepy.

Or maybe it was just spending the trip and listening to their favorite songs together. She shifted more and more in her seat, almost falling asleep against Lou's shoulder. The boy's gentle hand on her back and hair wasn't helping her stay awake either.

She wished she could bring not just the headphones, but him along on the way back.

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

Chapter 15

"Say Ciao to Mia, Ava!" Lana sings as I enter our hotel room. I glance up and see Mia's smiling face on Lana's screen.

"Ciao, Mia!" I try to match Lana's enthusiasm, smiling and waving to her phone.

Lana must have arrived home an hour or so before me. She has her dark curls wrapped in a towel, and she already has her pajamas on. She continues to ramble to Mia about her day and what she's seen of Italy so far, mostly from inside moving vehicles. And to her girlfriend's credit, Mia seems completely delighted to just listen to her, smiling and nodding along.

I try not to eavesdrop, changing into a different pair of shorts than the one I wore earlier, reaching for some sandals instead of the walking shoes I'd worn all day. I tie my hair back into a ponytail and grab my purse.

"I'm going for a walk," I half-whisper, not wanting to interrupt Lana's stream of consciousness.

Lana whips her head to the side, sitting up to answer me. "Uh, um. Okay. Mia can I call you back in like one minute?" Mia agrees, and I call out Ciao once more before Lana hangs up.

"You didn't have to do that, I was planning on a walk anyway," I say.

"No, I know..." Lana takes her hair out of the towel, slowly wringing it in her hands. "I just wanted to touch base with you before you go, just in case I'm asleep again later."

"Touch base?" I smirk. "You sound like you're my boss."

Lana gives me a returning smirk, but only for a split second. "Ava, where did you go last night?"

I know from our previous conversation, and at least four years of friendship, that I can't get away with a lie.

"What if I told you I was on another walk?"

Lana gives me an incredulous smile. "If you did, I would ask you why your bathing suit is hanging up to dry after your 'walk.'" She emphasizes her point by making air-quotations.

My face burned. Deciding not to lie right now is probably the first correct decision I've made all day.

"Okay, then I went for a swim."

Lana waits. I say nothing.

"Alone?" She asks finally.

"No."

"Ava," She whines, and I can see her irritation growing. "When have you ever been one to withhold information?"

I take a deep breath. After my childish behavior today, there might not be anything left to tell her. And if I start talking now about what happened last night, my jealousy today, and my horrid attempt at flirting with the wrong man...I'll feel it too much. I need to stick to my original plan of walking my feelings off.

"Just–not now, okay? I promise I will tell you everything, but I'm not feeling myself today. I...I need to clear my head."

Lana's face softens, and I can see that she wants to say more. But being the friend that she is, she accepts my words with a nod. "Okay. Don't be out too late, and be safe."

I give her a small smile and try not to sense the double meaning in her words, the same words she said to me the other day.

"I will."

- - -

If there were a perfect place to try and organize your complicated thoughts about relationships and self-worth, I think Milan would be it. Not that I have sorted through everything walking around for the past hour, but the distraction of the city itself has calmed me down enough to try. We hadn't gotten off work too late tonight, so there were a variety of shops and restaurants still open. Seeing the beautiful architecture up close and walking past the small street vendors and musicians made me feel like my problems were a lot further away. I had originally pulled out my headphones from my purse, determined to shut out the world as much as possible. But as soon as the cobblestones were beneath my feet, and I caught a side glance of a canal running through the streets, the thought of shutting out the world felt silly. Here I was in a place that I had previously only dreamed about, and I was using my time by allowing John, of all people, to get in my head.

Somewhere between the canal and the third musician I passed, I recognized that the only reason I behaved that way earlier was to get back at John, not Javi. Javi had been nothing but honest with me. He had respected my wishes, even when he wanted to speak to me on set. He had hesitated purely out of respect for my career, and got in contact with his lawyer to protect me from anything that might come forward from those photos. And every time he touched me was a question, not a demand. It never felt as if he thought anything was owed to him.

The jealousy was real, there was no doubt about that. I didn't love seeing his hands roam all over Emma today, but I knew that was his job. But the anger was from John and John alone. He made me feel like I wasn't enough, and that I was always doomed to be second best. And walking over to Blake earlier, I think I was trying to take back control of a situation that ended four years ago. I wanted Javi to know that his scene with Emma didn't bother me, even though it clearly did. But some younger part of me thought that my meager attempt at flirting with Blake would prove that I don't care if the man I care about has his hands on someone else. That somehow, this would prove to myself that I didn't care about what happened with John anymore, that it didn't scare me anymore. But it did.

Unfortunately, and unsurprisingly, Lana had been right. I'm not capable of having a fling. And nothing about the way my heart constricted at the sight of Javi made me feel as though this was fling territory. I knew deep down why I had always rejected every guy Lana had recommended to me. It was so they couldn't have the opportunity to reject me. Now that something great has fallen into my lap, I want to hide again. But looking at where I'm standing right now, smelling the flowers and listening to a language filled with love all around me, I realize that the only way John wins is if I keep allowing his mistakes to influence my own.

So I opened my phone, and decided not to let my past interfere with my future.

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[elizabethemerald]

Tim did not like grocery stores. He knew it showed his privilege and Jason never let him forget that he had grown up with the silver spoon, but he still didn’t like them. When he was a kid his parents always had groceries delivered and for the most part Alfred did the same. Tim certainly only ordered his own groceries, but sometimes he still had to go to one himself.

Part of the reason he hated shopping so much was because of the attention he always attracted. When he dressed up he got recognized as Tim Drake-Wayne and was mobbed by either paparazzi trying to get a quick scoop or actual mobsters looking to kidnap him and get a ransom. When he dressed down every store clerk seemed to assume he was there to steal. Dick said it was because his Bat-paranoia that had him constantly on the lookout for threats came across as someone up to no good, afraid of getting caught. 

He idly watched a younger teen from the corner of his eye. The scruffy looking teen picked up one of the jars off the shelf and carefully read it then put it back. Jason and Cass had both talked about how that was a way to push off attention if you weren’t planning on buying anything and just needed somewhere out of the weather. More power to him, honestly, the stormfront that had burst was looking to last another week. 

Tim moved into a different aisle so the kid didn’t get caught up in the usual negative attention that plagued him when he was out in public. He finally found the energy drinks and was staring at them trying to decide if he wanted to try and sneak them past Alfred to store them in the manor where he would need them the most frequently or if it was safer to hide them in his nest when said negative attention landed in the form of a screeching Karen.

He pulled off one ear of his headphones so he could at least pretend to listen to whatever she was howling about. God damn, he had fought actual supervillians with less damaging sonic attacks than this woman. It took him a second to realize she had dragged over the other teenager and was ruthlessly shaking him by the arm. 

"You need to keep a better track of your little brother! I caught him trying to steal while you were over here looking at your phone!" She screeched. 

Tim made eye contact with the kid and all his Bat-training roared to life as he took in numerous details in a glance. The kid’s unwashed hair (black), his wide, scared eyes (blue) with almost racoon-dark rings under his eyes, his pale skin with visible bruises and cuts. Tim couldn’t tell definitively if this kid was related or not, but the very fact that he looked close enough to pass at the Wayne Manor dinner, made him pay attention. Even disregarding the fact that both Jack and Janet Drake could have cheated on each other and would absolutely hide the fact if a bastard came of it, there was always clones as a possibility. 

"Yes," Tim reached out and pulled the kid out of the woman's grasp; tucking him into his side, "I'll make sure to do that thank you."

He could see her taking a breath to start up another tirade, but quite frankly, Tim did not have the patience for it and he could feel this kid shivering against him. So he turned the pair of them, keeping the kid pressed against his side, and speed walked away. Once they were out of sight, Tim spun so he could face this kid.

“Hey man, thanks for the save, I’m so sorry you had to get dragged into that.” The kid said, practically ready to apologize for his entire existence right there.  

“Don’t worry about it, I could get you away from her so I did. It’s no problem. My name’s Tim, what’s yours?”

“Uh, Danny.” 

Tim visually checked the newly named Danny over, he could see a few signs of hidden or older injuries on top of the bruises and exhaustion. And god damn did they look like brothers. Though to be fair, Tim certainly wasn't related to Dick or Jason and he looked pretty similar to them in the right lighting. He could tell that Danny was growing uncomfortable with the inspection. 

“You've still got your backpack? Good. Let's finish our shopping and get out of here before anyone else throws a fit.”

Danny blanched, his eyes darting around. Tim smiled and used a card trick Dick had taught him to show his credit card. 

“Don't worry little brother! I've got dad's card so get what you want.”

Danny looked nervous but followed along while Tim led him through the store. Tim started filling his basket with no prep needed foods and some other basics. Bruce had done a lot of research when he first took up the mantle on what best met the needs of the city's unhoused population. Jason had almost completely rewritten the list during his time at Robin.  Tim shopped efficiently, knowing he didn't have long before Danny's fragile trust ran out. 

“You don’t actually have to buy me things you know.” Danny whispered. 

“Well she thinks you’re my brother, so I have to show that I’m a good one. Family obligations and all that.” 

“I guess I understand that.” He sounded sad, and there was a weight to his words that worried Tim. 

“What brings you to Gotham?” Tim asked as he picked out a small first aid kit. 

“Is it that obvious I'm not from around here? Is it the accent?” 

“Yeah partially, but also most Gotham kids would have pulled a knife if someone tried to manhandle them like that.”

“Oh.” Danny looked confused for a moment before shaking his head. “I'm here looking for someone. They’re supposed to live here in Gotham. I’m hoping I can stay with them for a little bit. ” 

“Are you sure you’re not looking for me? If you’re looking for a sibling, we already look alike.” 

Danny gave him a look, before focusing on the shelves around them. 

“I don’t think so, well, unless…” Danny gave him another look, a hint of color rising in his cheeks. “Unless you, you know, changed, since you were born. I’m looking for my sister.”

“Oh, nah. If I was going to transition I’d be more likely to go the other way.” Tim said with a laugh, though Danny looked even more concerned. 

“You can do that if you want to, you know!” He seemed desperate for Tim to understand, which was both a little touching and a little heartbreaking. 

“Yeah I could, but family obligations again.” 

Danny fell silent and looked upset, but like he didn't have the words to say to help as they finished their shopping, still under the watchful gaze of the shrieking wretch, who had at least fallen silent and stayed far enough back that she couldn’t hear their quiet conversation. 

They checked out with a cashier who clearly wasn't paid enough to pay them any mind. Tim took advantage of packing Danny's backpack with what he had purchased to hide a number of $20 bills among the purchases. No doubt Danny wouldn't trust the offer if Tim just handed him the money outright, but this way he could make sure the kid was taken care of. 

The two boys walked out of the store and stood under the awning to look at the rain still pouring down outside. He reached over and playfully mussed Danny's hair. Danny batted his hand away in annoyance, but not before Tim managed to place a tracker on his hoodie and snag a stray hair. If there was even a chance that this was related, Tim would do everything to make sure he was safe. 

“Alight. See you around Danny, stay safe.” Tim said. 

Danny gave him a nod and one last look of confusion before turning away. Tim left to head to his car and was ready to drive to the cave to test the sample when an alert from his watch grabbed his attention. He pulled a comm device from the watch and slipped it into his ear. 

“Red Robin online.” He said. 

“Arkham breakout, Red.” The heavily modulated voice of Oracle reported. “We need all hands on deck.” 

“Copy that. I’m a few minutes away from the closest safe house to suit up.” 

“Understood. Patching you through to comms.” 

Tim’s ear was filled with updates from the other bats. An explosion had rocked Arkham. Considering the two-colored pyrotechnics best guesses were that Two-Face was the one staging the breakout, though who knew who else would take advantage of the chaos. 

He grimaced and pulled up his trackers on his car’s screen. He could see Bruce and Damian heading towards the Asylum. Dick was racing across from Bludhaven while Jason was circling in Crime Alley, daring any to harm the streets he had claimed. Tim’s own marker was on the other side of the city from the others. Right next to his was the blinking marker for the tracker he had put on Danny’s hoodie. He was about to dismiss the marker’s token when it suddenly pulsed one last signal and went silent. 

“Fuck.” Tim hissed. Danny must have found the tracker and destroyed it. 

“Language Little Bird!” Dick’s voice forcefully reminded Tim that he was on an open channel. 

“Red Robin! Report.” Batman barked. 

Tim allowed himself a moment to sigh before he switched into debrief mode. 

“I am unharmed and in no danger. A personal tracker I was monitoring was destroyed. I don’t believe this relates to the breakout.” 

“Oh a personal tracker? Who are you tracking?” Dick asked, his voice both genuinely curious and obnoxiously over the top. 

“Just so you know, Replacement, stalking isn’t how you make actual friends.” Jason’s voice carried his usual derisive tone. 

Tim wanted to pull his hair out. If he didn’t say anything they would continue to harass him when they should be paying attention to the breakout. If he did they would go all “Bat-paranoia” on Danny. (Just like Tim himself had done and fully planned on continuing too. Yes, he was self-aware. No, that would not stop him.) Danny had already found one tracker, if he had to suddenly deal with the entire Bat-clan after him he might run and considering he had flown under their radar so far, he might completely disappear. Even if Danny wasn’t actually his brother (yet), Tim didn’t want to put that kind of pressure on him. 

He hopped out of his car moments after pulling into the parking garage of the safehouse and ran to where a spare uniform was stored. The hair he had snagged went into an evidence bag, then he started to report while getting dressed. 

“Fine! I’ll answer but we need to focus on the current breakout. And you have to promise not to go all Bat-stalker on him!” 

“-Pot and kettle, Drake-”

“-Oh little bird has a boyfriend-”

“-Names!-”

“-Jesus, you are all useless-”

Tim ignored the voices shouting over each other as he mounted his motorcycle. He angrily kicked his bike into gear. 

“He’s not my boyfriend, I think he might be my brother!” Tim enjoyed the silence his words brought for a moment before he continued. “I ran into Danny at the corner mart, a woman mistook him for my brother and after seeing him I almost believed it myself. He looked like he had been living on the streets. I didn’t think he would trust me to bring him to the manor and I didn’t know for sure, so I bought him some food, snagged a hair to test and placed a tracker so I could find him again. Unfortunately, he must have found the tracker.” 

“Fuck.” Jason growled softly. 

“Fuck indeed.” 

“Language, Little Bird!” 

Tim groaned and focused on weaving through traffic to meet with the others to put the fires around Arkham. 

Here's my take. I hope you enjoy! I'm going to add more later. I'm finally able to write again and I'm going to make it everyone else's problem.

Also here are some random headcanons I came up with while writing this. First of all: all of the Bat-fam are so weird with money and in so many different ways. Tim and Bruce were raised uber rich. They will put every charge on a black, metal credit card. Bruce rarely carries anything lower than a fifty in cash, and will just write off any extra as a tip. Tim carries 20s in a bunch of different hiding spots around his person. Dick and Damian are raised very differently, but money is basically fake for both of them. No matter how well or poorly the circus was doing Dick would have been taken care of by those around him, and Damian grew up in the assassins and only knew about money as a foriegn concept. Jason always pays in cash, always carries cash on him in a bunch of hiding spots, but usually like really small amounts. He has three dollars in his boot, because that's what he had to do as kid on the streets.

Ear pieces! Bruce and Dick lean into their rich and ditzy personas and always have ear pieces in. They easily pass them off as the latest airpod or whatever and no one questions them. Tim is too paranoid of sound based mind control so won't wear the earpiece all the time, plus they impact the quality of his music (I head canon him as a audiophile) He gets alerts on his smart watch then pulls the earpiece out of a secret container in the watch. Jason can't be bothered to wear an earpiece unless he's under cover. His helmet has comms and when he's out of costume he wants to be left alone. Damian hates the rules his school has about technology or he would do the same as Bruce, he has to hide his ear piece in the pencil case for his art supplies.

Brothers, Aisle Six

Danny was having a terrible day, or more like a terrible week. His parents had discovered that he was Phantom, and had immediately attacked him. The only reason he had managed to get away through the portal was Jazz holding them back as she shouted at him to run.

Once in the ghost zone Clockwork was instantly by his side leading him to Far Frozen to help with his injuries. Once the worst of it was over Clockwork told him that to help keep him safe he was sending Danny far away from Amity; to Gotham. Whether he agreed or not didn't seem to matter as in a blink of an eye Danny finds himself standing in an alleyway with nothing more than what he already had.

The next few days were hard, and Danny was really trying not to let that get him down too much. So it only makes sense that the universe would take that as a challenge to do worse by raining.

When walking aimlessly in the grocery store to escape the rain he was absent mindlessly picking things up, reading them, and putting them down. That seemed to be a problem for some people though as in the next moment an older woman is grabbing his arm, and demanding him to put back what he was going to steal and asking where his parents are.

The woman doesn't even give him a chance to respond though before she is shouting at and pulling Danny towards an older teen (Tim) who is also standing in the aisle and now staring at them with wide eyes as they approach.

"You need to keep a better track of your little brother! I caught him trying to steal while you were over here looking at your phone!"

The older teen makes eye contact with those words. Now, Danny will admit that while this guy and him did look oddly a-like they weren't brothers, or at least he hoped that was the case. He would know if he was adopted right? Probably.

"Yes," Tim reaches out and pulls Danny out of the woman's grasp; tucking Danny into his side, "I'll make sure to do that thank you."

The woman obviously wants to continue talking, but before she can Tim is already walking away from her with Danny right next to him.

Danny is so thankful that Tim was willing to not correct the woman that he doesn't even notice when Tim plucks a couple hairs from him.

[gabrielwoj]

A little warning regarding the idea of Earmuffs + Earplugs

Hi everyone, I just want to make a post in regards the use of both Earmuffs (Ear Protectors) and Earplugs at the same time. You may have an audio sensibility due to autism, and, someone may be unwilling to lower the volume or something, and you just can't do anything of your day with that sound on. For me, not only I have audio sensibility, but I have difficulty in focusing on things, and a weird phenomenon related to associating things that are completely unrelated, causing me to be scared in associating them in things I like to do. I'm in the process of trying to eliminate that association problem, however. For a long time in my life, I had to deal with very loud speakers coming close to me, and, I had nothing to do. Asking the person to lower the volume wouldn't resolve it (said person would turn off their phone speakers, and a couple hours later, turn on again in the same volume). Even worse, the audio was related to a topic that I particularly do not like, causing me anger whenever I was able to listen to. So, after searching a lot online and everything, I used to have an Earmuff + Earplug par to combat that noise, after I saw a couple websites regarding the idea of using both. Earmuffs:

Earplugs:

However, one thing I want to point out is perhaps a potential danger in using both of them. I don't have any scientific proof or anything, but I remember back in the day when I used to wear both for longer periods of time, I would later have ear pain for the remaining of the day, and even last for a couple days after I wore them. Although nowadays this doesn't happen as much (that person turning on that specific topic that I don't like on high volume speakers), changes on my routine related to when to have dinner did change, and, I had one day where this was once again a problem, as the person was with the phone turned on with such topic. So I relied on the combo. But, now, a couple days later, I'm still having ear pain. I know that this pain eventually stops, as it has happened in the past and it did eventually stop hurting too. The pain is not that painful, but it is a little annoyance, paired with my usual audio sensibility, and other problems. The last year I mostly relied on noise-cancelling headphones (which is something that helped me a lot), but, due to the constant use, the cushions started to tear off, so right now I can't use them. I also wouldn't like to be dependent from them as much, as the person who basically made me purchase these finally stopped putting their smartphone at the highest volume with topics I did not like, even though sometimes it still happens. If you use this combo, the earmuff with earplugs, and you are wondering having ear pain and not knowing where it is from, maybe it comes from this. Although I understand it can be difficult to talk to someone in regards to our audio sensibilities, I think it's worth a shot to ask them to lower the volume as opposed to have to feel ear pain for a couple days later. This could be different from person to person, so, maybe you use these two all the time without feeling anything, but, I just wanted to point out, because before using them, I haven't seen any websites that mentioned the potential of ear pain from wearing both of them. My anxiety also makes things even worse, because I keep thinking that if I'm going to have ear-related problems in the future. So far, it seems that's not the case, but any sorta of pain, even the slightest one, can cause me to start thinking on the future and how maybe I will have to stop doing X, Y and Z, if I'm going to have health-related issues in regards to 1, 2 and 3, or if I will no longer be able to enjoy A, B and C. Lastly, if I also wear the earmuff (alone, without the earplugs) for a long time, I may feel dizziness as well. The noise-reduction headphone I mentioned is a BOSE QuietComfort 45 (QC45). I think it's a phenomenal headphone, especially for us with audio sensibilities. I do want to point out that, in the first days, I did feel a "piercing ear pain" from wearing them, but, that eventually stopped happening a couple weeks later. Stay safe everyone.

[meili-sheep]

diluc ships reactions to him stealing/wearing their clothing?

So let me repeat my Diluc body type headcanons.

He's about 5'10 with a very Dorito shape, so broad shoulders, and a tiny waist. So he honestly does need some tailoring as a lot of general-sized clothing is pretty ill-fitting on him.

I think he's also pretty sensitive to clothing. And he has one of those closets that's 90 thousand of the same 3 items. The only way he gets variation is Adelinde. So borrowing isn't really something he does on purpose. But the kicker is. Diluc in the morning is bearly functioning so you know things happen.

I might also include the headcanon of other's body types here too

Albedo

So Albedo is a lot smaller and thinner than Diluc. Much more rectangle-shaped. So Diluc can't wear t a lot of Albedo's things. That doesn't mean Albedo doesn't often put his jacket around Diluc. Or that he even got into sewing to make Diluc things. Like, I swear, this guy sewed just to make Diluc his safety gear.

Albedo does have a habit of drawing Diluc. Especially when Diluc is not paying attention. So what ends up happening. is Albedo will lay his coat on Diluc while he naps. Then ends up drawing it.

He has a whole notebook of sleeping Diluc.

Al Haitham

So this is one of the few who is similarly built to Diluc and is either just as broad or broader than Diluc. So Diluc can actually wear Al Haitham's clothes.

And let's be honest, these are two autistic people. And I bet they have similar issues with clothing. So there is probably quite a bit of mutual clothing stealing because they both just don't care and just wear what's comfortable. Al Haitham has also made Diluc a music player and headphones.

Though I do think Al Haitham has a bit of a moment when he sees Diluc in his very, very form-fitting shirt for the first time. He um might buy a few more that are a bit looser just for Diluc to borrow. He doesn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.

Ayato

So as a guy who is very proud of his culture and traditions. Seeing Diluc in anything remotely Inazuma fashion. It's a pretty critical hit. And like traditional Inazuma wear is like a major hit on his heart. So sort of by extension of the Diluc in his clothing would be great for him

Problem?

Ayato is a lot slimmer than Diluc.

So nothing is close to fitting. And I think Ayato realized that after one morning when Diluc tried to accidentally put on his shirt and realized his mistake when he couldn't button it. Ayato nearly pulled Diluc back into bed but didn't because of how sleepy Diluc was. He did end up buying a set of clothing similar to his style that fit Diluc just to see it.

Childe

So Childe's still not as broad as Diluc but not as slime as Ayato is. So Diluc actually can nearly get to the top. And Childe loves watching Diluc fumble sleepily around trying to get his shirt to fit. And he really likes how tight it is. And you know, with the strap on Childe's shirt. Certain parts of Diluc get a little accentuated. And Childe would let him walk around like that if he wasn't a pretty jealous person.

But outside of that he pretty frequently puts his jacket over Diluc's shoulder. Mostly when he sees Diluc napping or when he looks cold. He might be jealous but he's also very caring and honestly would give Diluc the shirt off his back.

Eula

So there is a decent size difference between the pair. Though I do think Eula is rather ripped. But something that Diluc noticed a while ago was how they have a similar style of gloves. So while this isn't really cloth stealing, he totally had a pair of gloves made that used Eula's color.

When Eula finally noticed it, he got really remembrance and just muttered something about wanting to match and tried to run away. But she totally wouldn't let him. And as his punishment, he hands to hold her hand.

Itto

Ok, so where this is another situation where Diluc and easily fits, and honestly, it's actually baggy on him. Itto doesn't, um, really where a lot.

He has definitely given Diluc his coat in the rain, not realizing Diluc normally carries an umbrella with him.

Though I think Kuki has tried to get, Itto to wear something more, probably for a trial or something, and Diluc's worn that. And Itto nearly lost it with how cute Diluc looked. He probably got more shirts and things so Diluc could wear them.

Kaveh

So I feel Kaveh is actually the closest to Diluc. Probably a little thinner, but yea. Diluc probably alls perfectly between Kaveh and Diluc. But Kaveh defiantly buys clothing for Diluc... All the time. And he probably steals Diluc's clothing all the time. Diluc has totally lost a jacket or two to Kaveh.

Now we are back to sleep Diluc and image sleep Diluc with Kaveh's very, very open shirt.

Kaveh definitely enjoy it for like .2 seconds until he noticed Diluc starting to leave because NOPE. NOPE. NOPE.

Thoma

Ah, so you know what. Thoma probably smells really nice, and Diluc has absolutely stolen Thoma's little jacket. Because it's just comforting. And when Thoma was looking for his jacket, he found Diluc cuddled up with it. He probably just gave up on the jacket and got a new one.

He probably does make Diluc a lot of hats and scarves too. All of which Diluc loves and wears all the time.

Xiao

So again there is a big size difference between Xiao and diluc. I imagine Xiao has a runner or sprinter's body so thin looking but absolutely ripped. And he doesn't really wear extra layers because I don't imagine he really every gets cool and stuff.

Diluc has given him his jacket before.

And Xiao had to ask around about what he should do with the jacket. He probably still has it not that Diluc minds. And he ended up giving Diluc a nice coat that General Kapisas made that he'd been holding on too.

Zhongli

So Diluc can definitely fit into Zhongli's clothing. But I feel Zhongli wears a particular type of fabric the Diluc hates. It's too smooth and silk, and he feels it catches on his skin. So he hates it. He can barely handle touching Zhongli's clothing sometimes.

But Zhongli being the money spender he is defiant and buys sent of clothing that is comfortable for him and in a style he likes but also Is something Diluc likes. It is his special cuddle outfit. (That Childe paid for)

[k0re]

(W.i.p name cause im dumb) Part 1 David x reader

Night city, a dystopian hellscape where violence runs free and you can't get by without packing iron, a truly dangerous city like no other. to Rose was home, the bustling streets, the neon lights and the distant gunshots and sirens. It’s been apart of her life so long she really wouldn't last long anywhere else before missing the chaos in the city, it was in her veins, born bread and raised on the streets. Somehow she found herself here the Arasaka school uniform hanging on the back of the sofa staring at her seemed more intimidating than any of the dangers that she might encounter in night city.

She started the School year late, somehow getting a scholarrship and financial aid in order to attend. This is the last thing she wanted for herself but her father had arranged it shortly before he passed away. He wanted a better life for her. he was an edgerunner, he saw so much violence and hate he didn't want the same life for her.

Walking into the classroom she was early only seeing a few students so far but one stuck out like a sore thumb in the best way possible. He was wearing uniformed blazer jacket over a black tee shirt and rocking a pair of street jeans, she was able to see his personality shine through from the moment she laid eyes on him . her eyes were drawn to him immediately. He gave off a different vibe than the others and he looked equally as miserable as herself. If anyone could spot a fellow street kid it was her. deciding to walk over and introduce herself taking a shot in the dark. She took her headphones off putting them around her neck as she walked over to greet him.

"Hey. Anyone sit here?" She asked pointing to the Link chair next to the boy with her thumb Her Arasaka uniform, as much as she hates it, complemented her hair and rosy cheeks. She gave him a kind smile. Her tie hung lazily around her neck as she didn't care enough to tie it properly.

"Nah, s’ not, take a seat." He replied looking at her suspiciously. he sat on the edge of the chair facing her and she did the same.

"Im David"he held his hand out for her to shake hesitantly as if trying to figure out my intentions.

"Rose, Nice ta meet cha." she shook his hand, her pale scared hand interlocking with his for a brief moment. Her eyes locked with his doe brown ones and she couldn't help but notice his hair, it was so different compared to the others just further proving her thoughts that he indeed was diffrent.

Before they could further their conversation a creepy looking bald hologram lady appeared in the center of the room. Rose jumped in surprise at the unexpected blast of light.

"Good morning students. Take your respective seats please and put on your wreaths." Her voice was monotone. It was uncomfortable to look at the holograms face getting extremely close to the uncanny valley.

"Martinez, David. Ross, Rose. You are not in compliance with the dress code"

"S' at the cleaners" He spoke to the hologram giving the lady his excuse. Next to her she could hear a scoff coming from the blue haired boy next to her with a rather lame haircut.

"Do you have a spare?" The 'thing' asked only for david to give a snarky "yeah it’s there too." He rolled his eyes giving me a quick glance. Raising his eyebrows as if to say ‘ welcome to hell ‘ and she could definitely agree with him.

"Ross, Rose. Please make sure to completely tie your tie next time"the voice rang out. Rose jumped slightly hearing her name again come from the inhuman thing. there were some murmur's in the room. she looked around starting to feel a little self conscious. All of these corp kids started to make her feel sick. Gangs and scavs? No problem but this. This was entirely diffrent.

"Martinez you can get a uniform exemption form after class" he still looked annoyed like he would rather be literally anywhere else. This time I rose my eyebrows at him amused giving him a small smile. The same blue hair boy gave her a dirty look and she sent one right back. True blood corp scum, she couldn't help but contort her face in disgust, somewhat similar to the face she made after she saw herself in the uniform.

The hologram disappeared for a moment leaving the students to talk amongst themselves once again. The ugly boy who was sitting next to her made his way over with two of his friends.

"Gutter rats, your rats off the street. If i were you, i wouldn't show my face around here" he spat out now also addressing Rose. She wasn’t surprised that he could tell she was from the streets.

"Crazzzy. I know. But some of us are here to learn" he rolled his eyes. From his reaction she could guess this was a reoccurring thing

"With your old shitty tech? Don’t make me laugh!" She looked at david trying to see what he was talking about. ‘Oh, his wreath’ she then looked down hers was and by no means was hers new either, maybe just one model older than his. She felt her heart speed up as His eyes snapped to her wreath.

"Are you fucking kidding me, this school has really gone to the dogs now, just letting trash just roam the halls, First martinez and now you? Where have the standards gone?" Rose tightened her fist getting ready to get out of her link chair but david held his hand out a little

"S’ not worth it, there are cameras in here" he whispered. she stopped and the kid with the ugly mullet bowl cut combo laughed. Her nails dug into the skin of her Palm. Oh did she want to put him in his place.

"Is that fossiltech even compatible?" He said sticking his nose up.

"None of your fucking business bitch" she gritted her teeth hands shaking, before any more words could be exchanged the hologram reappeared,

"Now, let us begin todays lesson." At the same time everyone put on their wreaths and they started up lights starting to shine in everyones eyes. Everyone was now laying in a field but something felt wrong. She looked to right seeing a black glitching mass where david should be. Suddenly everyones headsets started to glitch and they were all kicked out of the brain dances with the wreaths sparking and lightly zapping the class

"It was fucking Martinez again!"

"Not Again!" Another classmate yelled. A shitstain of a ‘classmate’ glared over at david growling in frustration. The system was fried and we thankfully left early but she saw no sign of David as she left the building.

Rose was ecstatic about being able to leave the sterile looking school early, so happy in-fact she decided to eat out, by no means was night city street food good but it was still better than her shitty cooking. She knew this small ramen place near her apartment. she walked in taking off her uniform jacket tying it around her waist hiding the arasaka symbol out of shame. She had a white tank top on underneath, she stuffed the tie into her bag, she found the shop and sat down ordering. She sighed resting her head in the palm of her hand. The smell of ramen blocking out the disgusting smell of the alley just next to it. While she waited she trained her eyes on the small television hanging in the corner of the shop. Nothing really important or interesting was going on. The television suddenly changed to a live coverage of a wreck rather close by. On the bridge from the "nicer area" where the school was located into the main city where the ‘normal’ people like us lived.

"Holy shit that looks bad…" it was a horrible sight. Cars on fire, some flipped over and others torn to bits trauma team rushing in. She couldn’t finish eating after seeing that, no Corpo would even think about touching us ‘peasants’ . She made made her way home putting her headphones back around her neck It was starting to get dark and the last place you wanna be outside at night is where she lived she needed to be alert and on guard.

She made it home in time ever so excited to rip of the disgusting uniform. Pulling the blazer around her waist off on one foul swoop throwing it across the room. Pulling the skirt off kicking it off who knows where. The shoes ended up on two different sides of the apartment. She flopped down on her bed closing her eyes. the day exhausted her and she was just ready to sleep preferring not to think about what tomorrow has in store for tomorrow.

(Authors note) please give me constructive criticism and maybe some titles if you want. And let me know if this is something your interested in reading. Its gonna follow the plot line with a few minor changes and plot events are moved around a bit to make the reader being there more immersive and lore friendly.(Lucy is still here and no shes not gonna be a bitch LOL)

[infernalodie]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘰 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩“

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x youngerbrother!reader

Summary: Believe it or not, things hadn’t always been a shit show for Nate Jacobs. He was happy, even after seeing his dad’s tapes. All thanks to his sweet little brother, who supported him through everything. But paths can always diverge and with age, people will change. For your older brother, that had been the exact case as you couldn’t even recognize the boy who slept across the hallway from you. But there is always still hope. There will always be hope.

Warnings 18+: Abusive relationship, drugs, Nate being a softy with his little brother

Words 2268

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ARE SENSITVIE TO ABUSE OR DRUG ABUSE

You stood in the front foyer, mop in hand and bucket by your feet. It was around 2 at night and you had headphones in your ears. Your dad was gone. For how long; you weren’t exactly sure. But it did worry you where he had went and if he was coming back. Despite all the shit he’s put on this family, you loved him no different. If he liked guys; you loved him. He was flesh and blood, that wouldn’t ever change.

But unlike you, everyone else in this household hated him. Despised him for the pain he’d caused. Everyone except you.

“Nathaniel, your whole fucking lifes a secret,” Cal said. “A mystery. Who knows about you?”

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, tears brimming in your eyes as your father walked through the puddle of piss he had created upon stepping inside. “I’ve lived with you,” Cal started. “I have raised you. I am your father. I know nothing about you. That’s not true. I know that you’re angry. I’m so sorry I fucked you up with my double life.”

Cal laughed. “Okay, I may have taken mine to the extreme, I’ll admit that,” he said. “But I have a problem. But the reason I have a problem is this family. That’s why. I’m not allowed to form an emotional connection and I’m an emotional guy.” He said, seeming to trail off, deep in thought.

“If I do try and make a connection, it’s with your younger brother who shouldn’t have to have that weight on his shoulders,” Cal explained. “Constantly worrying about me every time I step out of the fucking house. I expected the same from you two fucks, but he shows more compassion than anyone else in this household.”

The man sighed, looking at you with nothing but love and admiration. “I love you, kid,” he said. “I love you more than these two fucks, or your mother. You, are the one thing I don’t regret. Keep doing good in school. I know you’ll do better than me or the these two dickwads.”

Those were the last words Cal said to you and it broke your heart. It was true, you had been the emotional for Cal to lean on. He didn’t harp on your for much besides getting good grades and doing your best. Since he knew much of went on in your life, he felt that bond between you two.

You didn’t feel special as it didn’t amount to shit in the end. So, here you were. Cleaning up the piss that Nate and Aaron were supposed to. Not that you bothered, it gave you time to sit and rest in your thoughts.

Well, at least tried to because you suddenly were grabbed and shoved into a wall. Before you could respond, Nate sucker punched you in the nose. You cried out, holding your face as you crumbled to the ground in tears. “Still kissing his ass even after he left?”

A kick to the stomach had you crying out. “Fucking druggy piece of shit.” Another kick to the stomach before you curled up in a ball, trembling with tears. You stayed like that for a while, unsure if Nate had gone back to his bedroom. You were too afraid to even open your eyes to peek.

When you did, you shakily got your feet. Wiping your nose and picking up the mop again. Head throbbing as you cleaned up your blood and the piss.

There was a time when you two were kids that things had been so simple. Sneaking out past your bedtime, running around town like hooligans. Drinking in the park you two grew up playing in. But even after Nate saw Cal’s tapes, the both of you stayed close. Best friends.

But somewhere, sometime, something changed. It hadn’t been you because you always gave Nate a warm smile and was always there for him. Cheering him on each game and getting him food after a game. He just...changed. He started beating you. Showing his lack of love he had left for you. Only giving you the time of day with his daily beatings. It didn’t matter where, he would always find time to hurt you and break you down to your very last fiber.

And when he hurt Maddy, you stuck up to him. Threatening to take him to police and telling them everything if he hurt her again. You should’ve known better because he didn’t hesitate to screw with you every day. He knew you weren’t a fighter. He also knew how sensitive you could be to things, so he used everything in his arsenal to make sure you understood not to fuck with him.

It worked. You left him alone completely. Avoiding him like the plague, just what he wanted. You buried yourself in school work and focused on your job at the greenhouse. But just like Nate, you had changed.

You hated to admit it, but you loved Nate. Much like your father, he was flesh and blood. You two grew up together and knew one another like the back of your hands. So, to have him beat you, torture you, make everything feel worthless, you fell back on the things to make things seem just a bit better. It started off with weed, then drastically fell to fentanyl.

If anyone knew what happened in your household, they would understand. But they didn’t. You had to deal with this alone, so you found a substitute to help alleviate the anger and resentment you felt towards your brother. You had enough in life, but it might as well just be dust in your pocket.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” Lexi held you softly in her arms. The both of you sat in the seat in the theatre, watching auditions for her play.

Half way through, she noticed your dazed expression. Constantly blinking tiredly with your arm slightly twitching. She was worried to say the least.

Everyone at school had an inkling of the pain you went through on the daily. From the bruises you used to show up to school with and your brother not giving a single fuck about your state. Even when you started using, people could drastically see the change in your attitude. Teachers had been growing concerned, but you reassured them with that beautifully sweet smile of yours.

Lexi could see it through it with so much ease. Becoming friends and seeing every part of you gave her the insight she had. She knew what went on at home just by aligning the pieces together. Sadly, if people caught on, they would have very little trouble as well. But no one had noticed the splotchy bruises on your legs, except your family. No one knew you were using, but Lexi was quickly catching on by your disheveled features.

You blinked, leaning your head against hers as you toyed with the end of your sweater sleeves. “I’ll be alright,” you sniffled. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

She should’ve pushed you further. Figure out exactly what was wrong, but she didn’t. Interlocking your hands and keeping them connected until the end of the auditions that she occasionally asked for your opinion.

Ever since 6th grade, you and Lexi had been friends. The only reason why you two did become friends was because of the assignment both of you were tasked to. The click was instant and besides doing the actual assignment at the time, both of you were talking about random stuff.

And as the months and years went on, the relationship grew bigger and bigger to where it is now. To the point that she could see through every lie you spoke or every thought appeared in your head. You were painfully obvious when you were bothered about something, but also downright stubborn where she couldn’t break through the walls you would set up.

It wasn’t hers or your fault. It was all Nate’s fault. He used to show so much care towards you when you got sick or hurt. But now that he didn’t care, you didn’t care about yourself enough either. Your mental health was in shambles and your physical health was destroyed from the constant injecting of fentanyl.

When the night of the play came around, you didn’t try and humor yourself with going. You got to see all the behind the scenes and that had been enough for you. No reason going to something when you would likely pass out half way through.

So, you sat in the old park you remember playing around in when you were younger. Empty needle only sitting a few feet away from you on the park bench. Able to hear the laughter of children playing in your ears. Your laughter. You don’t know how long you had actually smiled or laughed. Everything seemed to be fabricated to make everyone around you feel at ease with your problems.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone. Opening it and scrolling through your photos. Stopping when finding only a 3-year-old photo of you and Nate. Smiling like fools with the family trip all of you went on to the Bahamas. Where did it go wrong? When did he become so hateful towards you?

If you had his number, you may have called him in the heat of the moment and asked. But you blocked it long ago and it would stay that way. Nothing you could say to him or any girls that were involved with him would change. So, you saved your breath for someone who might need it.

You loved him like a brother would and hoped things that would change. But deep down, you knew the harsh and bitter truth that it was over. You two may be brothers by blood, but were strangers at heart. It showed every odd time you went to a party with Lexi and had spotted him across the house. Seeing him staring at you before looking away and carrying on with his night. You couldn’t even fucking recognize someone you grew up with.

That was a lie. You knew that Nate used to be happy. He used to be so cheerful and passionate about whatever he pursued. He used to be a loving and caring brother to you and always willing to pick you up from the depths and bring you to the surface. But he changed like anyone else would and that was the reality of your situation.

“I don’t know why you hate me so much.” Nate watched onward from his seat, hands balled into fists as he watched the scene play out. A knot caught in his throat as there was a stinging sensation behind his eyes.

It was you. Not exactly you, an actor was playing you and Ethan was playing him. But he could tell what this scene was about and felt all eyes on him. “Because you annoy me,” Ethan shrugged, but his tone held so much venom and genuine hatred. “I hate you because you always involve yourself in my life and you’re so fucking draining. You just suck the life out me and I fucking hate it!”

Nate sat there, silently as a tear slipped out the corner of his eye. Nail digging into the arm rests as he glanced around cautiously. Seeing a few wandering gazes that flickered to him. The next scene only broke him more. The actor playing you acted like he was injecting something into his arm and breaking down into tears. Just in time for the lights to fade and close the scene.

You sat on the park bench, cross-legged with a cloud blossoming from your lips with each a deep sigh. When you felt a presence beside you, you didn’t acknowledge it. Slowly sipping from your hot chocolate in an attempt to occupy your hands.

But when your eyes quickly flickered to the person, you felt your heart drop at the sight of Nate. He didn’t say a word and neither did you. His eyes were bloodshot even with some fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. He looked so broken and destroyed that the worry that filled your senses came back naturally.

Wanting nothing more than to hold him close and let him spill out all his emotions. But you were also wondering if this was just an illusion, a dream. The fentanyl did give you these types of dreams all the damn time. But you also didn’t want to pass up on the chance to heal slightly and live in a fantasy where your brother actually cared about you.

So, you clenched your jaw, licking your lips as you cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder. When he leaned into it, you scooted closer and carefully wrapped your arms around him. Something in the warmth you gave him caused him to break down in your arms. Hands grabbing handfuls of your shoulder as he placed his face in your shoulder. A sob wracking his body and you didn’t dare let go.

The oceans of pain and sorrow had intermingled with one another, creating a riptide that had torn up everything in it’s path. It’d destroyed yours and Nate’s brotherhood long ago to where it was left in the depths to be found in the future and guessed upon what happened. It was a ruin for the ones who searched for answers.

But there was enough land in the world to reassembled what was forgotten. Create something brand new and utterly beautiful. Just like when you two were younger.