#sorry for saying this often but sometimes it sucks that most people’s familiarity with the story and characters you love is soooo different

[marvelouslizzie]

Like Someone I Know

summary: You decide to take a break from studying and go to a masked party but your casual hookup turns out to be your biggest rival, Bucky Barnes.

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: 18+, academic rivals, alcohol consumption, hidden identities, hookup, boob worship, semi-public sex, pet names, oral sex (female receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, no mention of y/n.

word count: 2.4K

A/N: @notafunkiller gave me "I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." and academic rivals as prompt and now here we are… I hope you enjoy this random story. Thanking Andreea also for the editing and for the name suggestion. She’s the best!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Keep reading tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

This isn’t like you. You don’t find people attractive this easily, let alone hook up with them at a party, right after meeting them. It feels surreal… like you are having some kind of a fever dream. Maybe it’s because of the alcohol you consumed, but you don’t feel tipsy. So maybe not.

His hands roam on your body, hungrily discovering every inch. His lips are relentless, sucking and licking. It feels so damn good and it’s just so hard to resist. You deserve to let go sometimes. You work so hard, right? It’s okay to hook up with a handsome stranger. Well, you aren’t sure about the handsome part. Not when half of his face is covered by some kind of mask, but his piercing blue eyes tell you he might be the most handsome man you have ever seen. They also seem familiar somehow and you don’t know how that’s possible.

He stops kissing you, while his hands are still on your hips. He looks you in the eye, and it makes you shiver. You finally realize why he feels so familiar and it makes you uncomfortable. Those blue eyes… They remind you of Bucky Barnes. Why on earth would you find someone attractive because they look like him?

“Is everything alright?”

Even his voice… It sounds kinda like him. Not completely though. Bucky’s voice is usually harsher. He sounds like he’s trying to poison you with words. Especially when he makes fun of you after getting a better grade. God, you hate him so much.

“Yeah, yeah.” Your answer sounds so absent and not convincing at all.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I just realized you look like someone I know.”

“Oh, darling…” God, the way he smiles! There’s no way this man can be ugly. That smile punches you in your stomach. “There’s no way you know me.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I would remember a beauty like you.”

That makes you laugh. It sounds so cheesy. Plus he can’t even see half of your face. How could he even remember you?

“I mean it.” 

“I’m sure you used that line on girls before.” 

“I can’t say…” He stops for a second, trying to find the right words. “I do this often.”

“You mean hooking up with strangers at a party?”

“No.” His answer confuses you for a second. “Hooking up at all.”

Oh, that can’t be true. Those blue eyes can convince anyone to do anything. Maybe he’s just trying to make you feel special, and truth be told, it doesn’t matter. You don’t know him. 

“Why is that?”

His hands caress your hips gently. “Usually… I don’t let myself get distracted.”

“Sorry for distracting you, then.” 

Your playful answer makes him smile. He starts kissing your neck. His hands move on your ass, kneading while he keeps on kissing you. His lips move closer and closer to your cleavage. You know this is your last chance to say anything if you don’t wanna go further, but you can’t find the strength in yourself to stop him. His lips are soft and wet on your skin. Every kiss he lays on your skin makes you want more. You don’t know if you can stop him. 

Suddenly he grabs your tits, pushing them together while he buries his head between them. It makes you gasp, and he inhales your scent like he can’t get enough of it. 

“I want them in my mouth.”

He looks up, his eyes pleading for your consent.

“Can I?”

“Someone might come in any time.” You don’t wanna get caught like that. “They might see us.”

"I don't care if they're gonna see it. I'm not giving them back." His response makes you smile. He sounds so desperate while still holding your tits. And like it isn’t enough, he starts to beg. “Please… Can I?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You sound breathy, just because of the anticipation. You just want to enjoy this moment, not thinking about anything else.

He pushes down the straps. He doesn’t even bother unclasping your bra. He just frees your tits and starts sucking on your nipple. Your head is thrown back with sudden pleasure. His tongue dances around your nipple, making you squirm.

“God, you are so delicious.” 

He switches to your other nipple. He licks, bites, and sucks while you try to keep your voice down. It’s not easy. A couple of moans slip away. You are just glad this is a party and the music is loud enough to conceal any sound you make.

Suddenly he lets go of your nipple. The wet pop makes you bite your lip. 

“I really need to taste you.” You give him a confused look. Isn’t he already doing that? “Down there.” He quickly adds.

You don’t know what to say. You expected a quick fuck at best, that’s what the girls told you. Don’t have high expectations for hookups. They end pretty quickly and you might end up unsatisfied. But he’s proving you wrong every step of the way.

He keeps looking at you with a glow. God, his eyes are so freaking beautiful! Even if you didn’t want that, it would be so hard to say no. You finally nod, giving him permission.

“Thank you.” He quickly gets on his knees and hikes up your dress. 

He starts to kiss your thighs, then he brings his nose onto your clothed pussy and just inhales.

“You smell so freaking good, d-darling.”

The praise makes you shiver. Not just because you aren’t used to it, but he also sounds so much like Bucky when he says darling. He calls you doll in a way that makes you feel degraded. Like you’re nothing more than a beautiful doll. No brains. No talent. Just there to look pretty. But this time… It doesn’t make you feel small. It makes you feel like a goddess.

Your shivering doesn’t go unnoticed, though. He smiles like a devil, looking into your eyes. Then he grabs your underwear and just pushes it down. You feel unbelievably exposed. Your breasts are sticking out of your dress while your pussy is right in front of him. But the hunger on his face makes you feel better.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He licks his lips before diving in. He grabs one of your legs and hikes it up on his shoulder, creating more space for himself to work. 

He starts you eat you eagerly. His tongue moves smoothly between your folds and he sets a pace that makes it harder to shut your mouth. His tongue discovers every inch of you. Then suddenly he switches on sucking your clit, making you moan loudly.

“Jesus fucking christ!”

You feel him smile as he stops sucking for a second. His hands reach for your hips, steadying you while he goes back to sucking your clit. Once again your head is thrown back. You try to steady your breathing, but it doesn’t work. Your orgasm comes crashing in.

“Fuckk! I’m coming!” You don’t realize how loud you say it. You don’t realize how harshly you grab his hair and make him moan against your clit. Yet he doesn’t stop. Not until your shaking calms down.

The moment he’s sure you rode out every last bit of your orgasm, he moves away from you. When he looks up, he realizes your mask moved a little bit. Just enough to make him recognize who you are. His eyes are wide open, but you don’t notice any of it. You are still breathing heavily, trying to collect yourself.

He suddenly stands up and places his hands on the wall, caging you in. He looks like he wants to say something, but he can’t find the words. You assume it’s because of his unmet needs. So instead of questioning him, you move your hands to his pants. He watches you unbuckling and unzipping him. Then you look back at his face, silently asking for permission, and he nods.

You get rid of his pants and boxers with his help before he grabs his cock like he’s getting ready. Your words, though, stop him.

“We are not doing this without a condom.”

You don’t know what you expected, but you didn’t expect him to smile.

“Smart girl.”

The way he says that turns you on even more. The only problem is that he starts to sound more and more like Bucky. While you are trying to push away the thought of your biggest rival, he takes his wallet out and finds a condom.

“You don’t do this often, but you have a condom in your wallet.” You can’t help but point out.

“Every guy has one in their wallet. Just in case…” He responds while putting on the condom. “Doesn’t mean we think we’ll get lucky.”

“Well, you are certainly getting lucky tonight.”

“Oh, don’t I know it?”

He suddenly lifts you up against the wall. It’s so unexpected, yet it makes your blood rush. His lips find yours once again, but this time, it feels different. You don’t know what changed. You can’t put your finger on it. It was already passionate, hungry, and curious before, but this time… It’s just on another level. 

“Ready?” You know what he’s asking about.

“Yeah.” You find yourself nodding and he smiles.

“That eager, huh?” His voice is deep and full of impatience, but also some kind of belittlement. God, that Bucky really messed up with your head. 

He doesn’t wait for your answer. He gently pushes himself inside you, and you can’t help but moan out loud. A part of you feels embarrassed that you can’t seem to shut your mouth. You’re not used to this. It makes you feel exposed.

“Yes!” He sounds like he accomplished the most important thing in the world. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You don’t know what to say, all you can focus on is the way his words make you wetter and wetter. You feel like you are discovering a part of you that you didn’t know existed. Maybe all you need is to hear how good you are doing. Is it why you are working this hard to get the best grades possible?

He doesn’t let you question more about yourself when he finally starts to move. It feels so overwhelming that you forget about anything else.

“Oh god…” He moans right next to your ear as his fingers are gripping on your skin. “You are so wet, doll.” You freeze. What did he just say?

“Bucky?”

Your heart starts to race faster than before. You don’t know what you are feeling. Shock, fear, excitement… This might be your worst nightmare. Or your biggest dream. 

“I swear to god,” he starts to talk with haste, trying to explain himself before you get the wrong idea. “I didn’t know it was you. You have to believe me.” The fear in his voice is so audible. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him fearing something like this before. “After your first orgasm,your mask slipped a little.”

You suddenly feel relief washing over you. You felt so dumb for a second, thinking he might have tricked you. Knowing he’s afraid just like you helps a lot. He didn’t plan this. Maybe it's just a twist of fate. You reach for his mask and take it off without saying anything. There’s no need for it anymore. He smiles in response. You can see he wants to do the same, but he’s still carrying you, so you take off your own mask, too

 He looks into your eyes, trying to see if you are still okay with this. 

“Come on, big guy, move!”

His devilish grin returns. He bounces you on his arms, securing your position, and then starts to move again. His lips find yours, and you moan into his mouth. You can’t believe you are actually having sex with Bucky Barnes. You have had a couple of wet dreams about him, but you never thought it would turn into reality. You never thought he would be into you. He starts to lose control and move faster than before. 

“Oh shit!” You feel like you might come soon. “Faster. Please!”

“So needy.” He grips on your ass. You don’t know why but his words rub you the wrong way.

“Don’t belittle me.” You snap back, and it makes him stop. You frown, thinking he’s gonna get you off and leave you unsatisfied.

“I never belittle you.” He’s looking into your eyes. “I never meant to belittle you.”

“You are not?” You always thought he was. You thought he was trying to put you down, demotivate you. Even if he was saying something nice.

“Never, doll. You are the smartest person I have ever met.”

You never heard him say this before. Maybe he just didn’t want to admit it back then. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“And the prettiest girl.” 

You crash your lips onto his, kissing him like you can’t survive without it. You had no idea how much you wanted to hear something like this coming from him. He moans into your mouth while he starts to move again.

“I don’t think-” He sounds so pained. “I can- hold back any longer.”

You’re not so far away from reaching your climax. All you need is him moving just a bit harder, then you might be able to come with him.

“Please, come with me!” You don’t care how desperate it sounds. “I just need it a little harder.”

That breaks his defense. He starts to move so fast that it takes your breath away. After a couple of thrusts, your body starts to shake uncontrollably.

“Bucky!” You can’t stay silent. “I’m- coming.”

“Come for me, doll. Make a mess.” His thrusts grow sloppier. You can see he’s losing control because of you. “So fucking pretty. Can’t believe I get to see you like this.” You are sure his grip on your ass will leave some bruises, but you don’t care. It feels so good. He makes you feel so good. “Oh fuck!” 

He looks so pretty while he’s coming. The way he moans… The way his eyes flutter with each thrust… You watch every detail while coming yourself, wanting to memorize it. 

Then he opens his eyes. His pretty blue eyes shine in a way that feels warm, cozy, and downright giddy.

“I can’t believe we really did that.” He’s still holding you. You wonder how that is even possible. You always thought he looked strong, but this is on another level.

“Now tell me,” You sound confident and satisfied. “For how long did you want to do that?”

He chuckles in a way that makes you feel needy all over again.

“Oh, you have no idea.” 

[cannellee]

hey, pls cant you do Mikey, Izana, hanma, kakucho and koko (manila arc) with a s/n temperamental, impulsive, umpredictable Dear who as bipolarity and 0 empathy, insensitive with mbti intj? Bean years younger than them, like a teenager. Thanks!

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x omega! Reader (pairing: mikey, izana, hanma, kakucho, kokonoi)

— their reactions to an unstable s/o

(that's a lot! I'm not very familiar with any of these - forgive me if it's not really representative - and I'm not sure if I quite wrote the reader you had in mind. I hope you still like it!!🫶🏼 I just realized i forgot kokonoi, I'll probably do it later if I'mmotivated sorry)

my masterlist : ☆

KAKUCHO

he is very attentive of every single details about you and completely supports you no matter what.

he always has the right words when you're feeling down and respects your boundaries.

he often hesitates to leave you some alone time or to actually listen to his instincts and stay by your side.

he's aware you value moments of calm and peace and doesn't want to interfere and stress you out.

he's so delicate with you and always there during your episodes. he started to take note of your triggers and symptoms early in the relationship to make sure he could offer you the best support.

if you have to take treatments or medications, he has it all planned, he knows exactly when you need to take them and make sure you do. he doesn't want to risk your health!

he's so patient with you:( when you get irritable easily he gives you time and space and silently envelopes you with his calming pheromones. and when your thoughts are racing and you're not able to talk clearly, he's making you slow down, he doesn't mind if you repeat yourself and stutter over your words : he's actively listening and nodding along to whatever you say.

MIKEY

mikey tries his best to be understanding but honestly he sometimes crosses the line.

he knows you have a short temper and gets angry easily, especially when you're tired. most of the time, he'll try to appear calmer to make up for your restlessness, but there are times where he'll purposely get on your nerves.

angry, you end up saying something hurtful to him to make him shut up and go inside your nest to get some rest. he's kinda used to you cursing at him so he doesn't really take it to heart. it kinda amuses him if you ask, he just thinks you're really cute. his adorable omega getting all worked up everytime he messes up with her is truly a sight to see for him.

he's very careful with you though, and that's something people don't usually notice. you tend to do things out of the blue without a second thought and that scares mikey. it's most of the time harmless stuff, but he can't help but worry and think of the worst.

he tries his best to make sure you feel at home and comfortable with him. he doesn't judge you or anything. if you don't want to do anything at all and rest all day, that's fine with him, he'll even help you build your nest!

the only thing he wants from you is to stay loyal to him and never leave him or for you to hurt yourself. he values your health, probably more than you and accepts any of your mood swings with teasing remarks and comforting hugs.

IZANA

he's so whipped he absolutely doesn't care about anything you can do or say to him.

you can suck the money out of his wallet and not even thank him and he'll accept it. you often demand things from him, order him around when you need to do your nest but you're too tired to do so, make him buy you the finest jewelry and lash out at him if you don't get what you want. izana does it all and feels proud to be able to fulfill all of his precious omega's needs.

you often surprise him with your antics. it's not rare for you during one of your manic episodes to engage in risky behaviours and being overconfident. lucky for you izana is always keeping you under his watch and is quick to bring you somewhere safer and eliminate any danger.

he's always impressed at how long you're able to sleep. he'll leave for work early and come back at night and find you at the exact same place. it warms his heart to see his sweet omega looking so peaceful he wants to join you right here right now!

he does his best to keep up with your change in appetite. he constantly buys you a lot of food, the most diverse he can find and lets you do your little selection each day. he does worry when you eat very little though. that's why he tries to buy sweets and snacks he knows you love best. he's able to adapt himself very quickly, that's why he identifies which food you like to have during each episode or depending of your symptoms.

When you reject what he offers you with a scowl on your face, he takes it to heart and actually feel like he somehow failed as your alpha. he listens to any of your requests in hopes to make up for his mistakes.

HANMA

good luck with him tbh.

he met you when you were studying at the library of your university, although you surely were the prettiest omega he had ever seen, you seemed to drive people away from you. you didn't engage in social interactions and answered him with short and cold responses when he tried to make a conversation with you.

he actually is very fond of your extreme mood and snarky remarks : you never hold back your words and he loves it.

he doesn't reciprocate because deep down he cares a lot about you, but he does tease you when you don't seem really sensitive.

hanma absolutely lives for your choices and decisions in life, it doesn't matter how crazy and dangerous they are. he'll follow you and discreetly make sure you don't jeopardize yourself.

he has a lot of money and he'll happily let you spend it. he only asks for a few kisses and affection from you because he knows you hate that. push him away and he'll come back even more in love.

although he supports everything about you, there are things he doesn't tolerate. when you once felt like trying drugs and alcohol together, he took them away from you and looked the most angry he ever had. you would have shaken in fear if you were just any omega : his pheromones were filled with worry and anger, it was a new scent for him who was always so confident.

actually convinces you to quit school to live with him. your episodes make it hard for you to be around others for long periods of times, especially since you're an omega and you're drained easier of your energy. he doesn't understand why you just don't accept being with him 24/7.

you sometimes question why you actually listened to him because he seems to love provoking you. you do threaten him but he doesn't care.

[insertyourselfhere]

Body Swap Part 2

A/N: Sorry this took so long just trying to find the direction I wanted the story to go in and I got an idea now!

Character Pairing: Gwen Stacy (Ghost Spider) x Reader

Description: It had been a few weeks now with you and Gwen swapping bodies every so often. Sometimes when you went to her world and did her Spider job there would be comparison videos about you, saying that there had to be 2 Spider’s running with the same sort of body, physique just 2 very different styles. When Gwen was in your body the humiliating videos of you sucking a lot had eventually stopped sort of, you knew it wasn’t Gwen’s fault your body is a bit more conditioned for your fighting style and not hers, she preferred to be light on her feet and was very agile, meanwhile you were the complete opposite and offered almost no flexibility at all which was a  little different from most spiders. So she had a much harder time to adjust. She spent lots of time with your Aunt when she was in your body, meanwhile you wouldn’t mean to but sometimes you would go and watch sports with her dad and bro out a little. One day she left a passive aggressive note on her mirror for you and you got a bit mad.

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“Can you stop broing out with my dad” It read in giant letters on her mirror, at this point because it had been so long you had begun a routine of when you knew you were going to swap bodies and live the lives of the other person. You grabbed the sticky note and ripped it off her mirror throwing it in her bin. You knew you had to but a part of you had missed this relationship with someone.

Don’t get it wrong you loved your Aunt from the bottom of your heart and you did have some friends you could bro out with but something about not having a male figure in your life to watch sport with or to talk about people you were interested in. Sometimes you missed that bond, but ONLY sometimes, most of the time you usually ran around with your Aunt doing can drives, cooking food for the homeless, cloth drives, anything you could to help our your community back home, but to you there was something familiar about walking in to see your dad sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand watching rugby.

You walked out of the room, hair and everything done for school and you rushed down to get the bus, Gwen’s dad already gone for the day. You got into the bus and headed to school, not paying attention to what you were doing your brain still on this strange phenomenon that you were experiencing. When you got to your first class you opened Gwen’s book and saw it littered with lots of notes and thoughts.

“What’s going on?”, “Why is this happening?”, “Did some witch hex us?” You kept going around the page until you saw a note that caught your eye.

“What are we going to do Y/N?” You couldn’t tell if this note was deliberate or if she was just thinking out loud but you decided to reply anyway knowing she would see it tomorrow when you swapped back. “I don’t know but when 2 spiders get together, I’m sure we could think of something” you wrote back with a small smile on your face.

“Gwen…Can you answer this question please” Your smile dropped and you looked up, the teacher very clearly looked annoyed with you. You gave her a look and answered the question confidently without missing a beat, she gave you an even more annoyed look. “That is correct, however I feel like you should still pay attention” she went back to her whiteboard and you went back to your book, still finding small thoughts and messages.

You managed to get halfway through the day after going to a couple more classes, one that really stood out for you though was music class, only because you were supposed to be the drummer in the school band and you absolutely could not play the drums to save your life, you even practiced on Gwen’s drum kit when you could and even watched tutorials back in your own body. You managed to avoid playing whenever you had class but the note stuck in your locker said otherwise. “Drum solo due today” You were literally shaking at the idea of going to music class, you thought about skipping but if Gwen put that in your locker it must really be important. You headed towards music class slowly catching up with the rest of your class mates, the teacher brought you all in and before you could even sit down she pulled you over.

“Now Gwen before you get comfortable your going first today” Of course you were, what luck it would be for you to get dragged up first. You went to sit down behind the drum kit and grabbed the drum sticks. They gave you a guitarist to play along with.

 They started playing and you literally held your breath, you tried playing the drum kit along with the guitarist and it just wasn’t working out for you. You huffed and tried playing again to no avail, your frustration was showing and the teacher went to stop you. But once you actually focused and put your mind to it the muscle memory kicked in and you started playing, Gwen’s muscle memory of playing for so long took over your limbs and played the drums, beautifully you might add. You had an out of body experience, your mind separated from your body just for that moment. You smiled as you sat and watched her body just take over, she looked like she was in her element, like this was the person she was supposed to be. Soon the experience was coming to an end, you went back into her body and felt the ending of the piece come to the end. As the last beat of the drum hit all Gwen’s classmates stood up and gave her a standing ovation, you felt a little out of place since it wasn’t you that had done it but you gave a small smile and a wave.

The rest of your day was a little uneventful, school finished up and you had a couple of incidents as Spider-Gwen that you had managed to fix up and head on home. As you walked into the house you were greeted with her father laying on the couch drinking a beer and watching the rugby. You waved towards him and moved to Gwen’s room getting ready for the night, before you could he called out to you.

“Hey Gwen, you coming to watch?” You shook your head walking away into your room, feeling a bit guilty you closed the door and hid in Gwen’s room. You headed to her desk grabbing the journal you had bought for her ages ago so you could mark down what you had and she could keep tabs on what you did, you managed to always get a photo of the day too so she could see what you were doing and you stuck a picture of Gwen receiving her A+ for her award. You had another photo of her playing the drums during the class, you grabbed it looking at it remembering how amazing it was to see her play. Even though it literally wasn’t quite her it still made you smile, you were absolutely wrecked from the day so you managed to pass out while holding onto the photo.

You woke up the next day in your own room this time knowing you had swapped back, you stretched your body and heard something fall to the ground. To your bewilderment there was the picture of Gwen playing the drums on your bedroom floor, you scuffled down to grab it surprised to see this had some how made its way across the whatever this was.

“Y/N Are you awake?” You were too stunned to speak and you heard your Aunt knock on the door slowly before opening it, she spotted you splayed out on the floor holding onto this polaroid picture.

“Y/N are you okay?” You quickly sat up and crossed your legs. “Um, I don’t know how to explain this but I have a photo that I somehow teleported across with from Gwen’s body here right now” Your Aunt gave you a confused look and crouched down next to you as you held up the picture, your Aunt took it off you inspecting it.

“This is Gwen?” She asked a small smile went across her features “At least now I know what to picture when you guys swap, also she’s very pretty Y/N” Your face flushed turning red knowing very well how pretty she was. “Get out” You said gently pushing your aunt away from your space, she giggled and got up heading towards the kitchen.

“Breakfast is ready, and don’t forget to read your journal” You shook your head and got up, moving over to the journal on your night stand. You read its contents and was surprised nothing really happened over here, she had a rather uneventful day, mostly just helping our her Aunt with a couple of things around the house, going to football practice and taking down a petty thief as your spider. You let out a sigh of relief when you noticed less and less scars and scratches on your body every time you came back. You didn’t realise how difficult your body was to handle but then again it was your body.

You walked out into the kitchen still holding onto the photo that you had somehow managed to bring over here, you walked up to the fridge and placed it on there. Your aunt gave you a confused look and you slightly blushed.

“So you know what to picture when we swap and she’s me” You said, grabbing your bowl of cereal and eating it quickly. She shot you a look and you smashed down the rest of your cereal and headed out to your school now.

“Whats up Y/N” Your best friend as always was waiting for you at the bus stop, you did your secret handshake and proceeded to board the bus as soon as it showed up. You were lost in thought stuck thinking about Gwen’s drum performance and started looking up tutorials again.

“I’m sorry Y/N but you literally have the rhythm of a 80 year old with a hip displacement” You shot him a look and knew he was right but you wanted to try.

“Look just because I went to Prom with Trixie last year and stepped on her feet 8 times does not prove that theory” Your B/F shot you a look and you rolled your eyes looking back out the window again. School came into sight as you prepared to leave the bus you felt a Spidey Tingle.

“What was that about?” You asked looking around, there was nothing alerting you it was just going off, no real direction, no real sense it would just tingle.

“Y/N You okay buddy?” Your B/F asked, you nodded still looking off in the distance but came back and kept walking with them.

“I’ve got PE first up what have you got?” They asked you groaned realising what day it was. “Today is literally my worst day I have Maths, Science, English. Why couldn’t Gwen be the one to take over my Thursdays” You said out loud. “Who’s Gwen, is she your girlfriend?” You blushed heavily looking back at your friend who had a smirk on their face.

“I don’t know a Gwen, that’s weird why would I say Gwen, that’s such a random name to think of…”Your rambling was not helping and your best friend was cackling. “Alright super star I get it, don’t tell me about this mysterious Gwen character then” They punched your shoulder gently and walked off to their class, you were so annoyed at yourself because you knew for a fact that your best friend was going to NAG you until you died about Gwen so Gwen will find out that you mentioned her casually. “Today could not get any….NO NOOOOO I will not finish that sentence cause its always followed by something horrible” You grabbed your text books and headed to your first classes, today you were keeping a low profile unable to get your mind of 2 things that’s already happened today, 1 you bought the photo back from Gwen’s world of her playing the drums which was weird in itself and 2 although it didn’t happen today you still couldn’t get your mind off that scene. Your Spidey sense started going off again for no reason, it was really bothering you, almost like a constant ringing in your ears distracting you from focusing on class, not like you were anyway. You looked out the window and saw the grey clouds rolling in, your teachers voice drowning out as they spoke and it just went quiet.

That ringing noise came back and you were slowly starting to lose your mind. ‘GET OUT OF MY HEAD’ You yelled in your brain hoping for the noise to go away.

‘Is that anyway to say hello to the stranger you’ve been sharing your body with for the last few weeks’

Your body froze, you stood up from your desk looking to see that familiar blonde hair you got used to seeing so often. When it didn’t happen you saw your students and teachers staring at you.

“Ah I’m so sorry I just have to pee….yeah is that okay if I pee?” Your teacher didn’t say anything and just nodded their head as you ran out into the hallway.

You ran towards the bathroom, slammed open the door and looked at yourself In the mirror.

‘This is insane, I am going insane, theres no way I heard Gwen’s voice in my head. Nope. You are crazy Y/N’

‘If I interrupt and say you aren’t does that make you more crazy’

You heard that voice again, you knew for a fact you did it was like she was in front of you. You looked in the mirror and saw no one else. Nothing in your eyes, no weird senses or anything it was just you.

‘This is crazy’

‘Yep’ She replied so casually and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Why is this happening to us’

‘Dunno but your loud thoughts are making it very hard to concentrate’ You could only imagine how loud your brain was, so you let out a deep breath and quietened everything down.

‘Much better, Anyway I don’t know why or how this is happening but um while I have you here I wanted to thank you, for the A+ you got in music yesterday’ You smiled at her, or like in your head? It doesn’t matter, you made your way back to class.

‘I didn’t do anything, believe it or not I have 0 musical talent so it was actually all you, well your body to be honest, I just sat back and watched’ You sat back down in your classroom looking back out the window again, the teacher once again beginning their explanation of Maths and you honestly too pre-occupied with what was happening in your head.

‘Well either way I am impressed so thank you’ She said you could hear a small smile playing on her lips.

‘Well thank you for not leaving my body all bruised and scratched this time! It was refreshing’ You said laughing to yourself out loud. A few more students turned to you and you looked away trying so hard not to bring any more attention to yourself.

‘It was a hard lesson to learn but we’re getting there’ she replied, The bell rang in your world and you got up, moving towards Science.

‘Oh look I was going to tell you when we swapped bodies back but I guess I can tell you now, I um managed to take a photo from your world and bring it with me’ Gwen hummed in her head which caused your head to reverberate a little.

‘Interesting, which photo did you take’

‘I wonder if I could show you?’ you asked trying to project the image in your head.

‘I don’t think this is how that works I think we can just hear each other’ she said smiling.

‘That’s fair, okay it was a picture of you playing the drums yesterday’

‘How did that happen?’ she asked, your face flushed a little.

‘I had finished up the journal I had written for you and legit passed out as soon as I was done, I didn’t realise I was still holding onto that photo’ You lied out of your teeth not wanting to tell her you admired how naturally she played the drums.

‘You know I can hear your thoughts right..’ She said and you had just been caught.

‘Okay well you caught me, so yes either way I fell asleep with it in my hand and woke up here and it was on my floor’

‘I wonder if it happens with anything else, I might try it out with something’ she said thinking out loud

‘Let me know how it goes! I wonder if this whole talking thing is a permanent thing or a today thing’

‘I guess we will find out’

The rest of your day went by very quickly now that you had someone to complain to without getting in trouble. She would also do the same thing, sometimes it would be silent for a few minutes or so but then you would take turns breaking the silence. You were intrigued by this new ability of yours wondering if maybe it was all in your head and not the actual Gwen but with these Spidey powers you have you highly doubted that. It seemed to be some otherworldly thing like maybe there was something you both needed to do. You weren’t sure but you would try your best to figure out what this was and how to fix it.

[library-of-ohara]

OMGGGGGGG this collab is iconic, i hope that in sometime i could join lol. but anyways today i wanted to make a request for you guys <333 could i please have some hcs about how would it be a one night stand with zoro, smoker and ace? thank you so much :))

@sanjithesimp

Who knows we might open it up to more people next time!

request by @cyborg-franky

Reader is GN N/SFW Undercut

Depending on how much he’d drank and how much false confidence and courage flowed through his veins would dictate who would make the first move between you and Ace.

Clumsy flirting, overuse use of eyebrow wiggles.

He’s not all desperate, hopeless, and clumsy. When he’s got that streak in him, when he’s in a very certain mood he will lean against you, his hot breath against your ear and whisper pure utter filth in your ear.

You go bright red, brighter than the accessories Ace wore around his neck and wrist.

He would prefer to take you back to his, he liked the familiarity of it.

Your very surprised his room isn’t a mess, you expected him to live in a disaster area to match his somewhat chaotic energy.

His hands, you can’t keep track of them. Was that his hand on your ass and your chest? Whose pulling his shorts down? You? Him? And how did he remove your top without you noticing?

Did he grow extra limbs just so he could undress you both in what had to be the Grandlines record time because you swear you have fabric burns from how he ripped down your pants.

Eager, eager like a wildfire described Ace perfectly. Hot hands on your hips, hotter lips sucking the skin of your neck.

You grab at wavy black locks, trying to assert some dominance over him.

Ace is somewhere between a horn dog and inexperienced.

He can fuck like a jackrabbit in heat, but his fingers often forget all the extra things they could be doing.

That’s okay, foreplay is there, somewhat and he is a fast learner, going on your moans and breathy pleads for what you want.

He always listens.

The bed bangs hard against the wall, you think someone yells at Ace to ‘knock that shit off’ but neither of you cares when the commander is fucking into your wanting hole, bruising grip on your hips as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

Dirty talk isn’t perhaps his forte but he tries, he might accidentally insult you. Not that you care when he’s so deep inside you, hitting all the right places and knocking you around like a dingy on a rough sea.

Ace is just like his power and his temper, a brilliant hot flash that burns up in seconds. He won’t last too long. That’s fine, your three sheets to the wind and just as easy to please.

The next day you would find yourself nestled in strong arms, drool against your bruised, love bite littered neck.

Feeling sore, in the most pleasant and delightful of ways.

Ace will say he’s sorry, that he didn’t mean to ‘take advantage of you’ he feels embarrassed, sheepish yet can’t take his arms from around you.

Because he has feelings, which tumble from his stammering lips.

You chuckle and tell him you wanted it just as much as he did and ask for maybe a round two before breakfast.

[fallout-lou-begas]

I feel like you've shared your thoughts before on why you don't relate to settings/stories where the process of transitioning is 'solved' through what is functionally a instant button or spell etc and the character then proceeds to not need to interact with their transness again and you much prefer the approach you've taken in IKROAH, but I can't seem it find it. Any chance you know where it is or feel like elaborating on it again?

the short version is that i don't enjoy depictions of trans people who have undergone some form of sci-fi futuristic full-body transmogrification or have taken some fantasy magic transformation potion to become the person that they are (in the context of IKROAH, I used to get asked a lot, "why doesn't Agnes just get a lifetime supply of hormones/her whole body replaced by an auto-doc?") because it's a depiction of trans people that has had transition completely excised out of it. a single perfect procedure that just makes you into who you would have been if you'd been born as the other one instead. this is, to start, really boring. it makes me feel like the author views early transition people, or visibly trans non-passing people in general, as unpleasant or unsavory or otherwise worth just glossing over. meanwhile, i love such people. is there room for them in this world you've created where a perfect cis-congruent body is just one potion away? or where "transition" exclusively happens somehow conveniently off-screen, and when they come back they're all "done"? if you're going to go this route then at least tether it to some very real familiarities: how are these procedures gatekept; what structures exist that allow them to continue being gatekept; what happens to the trans people who cannot access these procedures; how do the people who get these procedures feel about this disparity; etc.

because the defining condition of my life as a trans woman is artificial scarcity. my hormones are constantly getting delayed. electrolysis costs $10,000 and is one of the most excruciatingly painful things on the planet to undergo. i feel like a silly pervert even just thinking about how i'll one day have to explain to an uncaring insurance company that a breast augmentation is actually a necessary procedure. in the meantime i just keep living. sometimes it sucks. it's a lot better than it used to be, because i've got years of experience now, but it still sucks sometimes. this is transition. the constant, perpetual process of becoming and stabilizing where your personal needs and material conditions intersect. it's beautiful and frustrating and means everything to me. these magic sci-fi/fantasy solutions that just "solve" the "issue" of being trans with no drawback, no difficulty, no viscerality, no fragility, they just leave all of these things that mean so much to me completely on the table. shapeshifters and fantasy solutions can make for interesting subtext but trying to make it text just seems so hollow because, like, i'm sorry, but no, this bears zero resemblance to how transition works for real people on the planet earth right now, you cannot have your cake and eat it too

like, in Star Trek, Jadzia Dax can stand in for a lot of trans stuff. she even has to deal, often, with the legacy of her "past identity." but before saying "she's literally trans!", what if the woman's body that the trill was put into was a trans woman, who was transitioning, who is actually literally trans. what if there was an actual literal trans woman on the ship that she could interact with, "compare notes" about such significant "life changes" as it were. i've got huge transsexual feelings about a ton of characters from random shit that just give me vibes or things to think about. and to reiterate i absolutely love transsexual subtext. but i also love it when characters in genre fiction actually put hormones in their bodies sometimes or otherwise live transsexually in settings where that isn't possible with whatever it takes. but the final thing, and this is the most crucial, is that i also don't want any of these literally transsexual characters in genre fiction to ever talk like they know what a BLÅHAJ is.

[subskz]

IM SO SORRY FOR NOT CLARIFYING! mhm! I would love to just know your thoughts on it !! It’s been on my mind so much and I love seeing peoples head cannons/thoughts !!

-🫧

no worries at all! i figured that’s what you meant but i just wanted to be sure ^_^

perv skz…naturally the first member that comes to mind is jisung 😽 even if he feels a lil guilty abt it hannie cant help but think with his dick instead of his brain sometimes n that results in him doing some things he’s not very proud of. he’s definitely the type to stare very blatantly at any part of your skin that’s exposed especially your chest <3 he doesn’t even mean to but he fully blanks out over smth as subtle as you leaning over in front of him so don’t expect him to process or have any kind of intelligent response to anything you say when he can see even a glimpse of your cleavage, he’s too busy daydreaming abt you petting his head as he sucks on your chest. it’s embarrassing how often he trips/stumbles/runs into things bc he’s so easily distracted and turned on by the most mundane things you do. i also think he’d have a veryyy bad habit of stealing your underwear and using it to get off, esp if you’re apart for long periods of time

i think hyunjin would somehow be even more obvious abt it than jisung, as impossible as that seems. he’s not good at hiding his emotions at all so being sneaky abt his perversions is not his strong suit bc it shows all over his face 🤭 what riles him up pathetically fast is your touch, no matter how innocent. your hand could accidentally brush against his thigh and he’d stay thinking abt it for longer than he probably should, letting his imagination run wild until he gets himself hard and squirming at just the memory of it. when he’s around you and he starts to let his thoughts wander…he’s clinging to you in an instant, pressing his hips against you and whining softly abt how he needs you to take care of him 💓 if he’s feeling desperate enough, he might even act up like that a bit in front of the other boys. also…pictures! not even sexual ones, he has so many pictures of you that were taken innocently in the moment but he’s such a needy little thing that they’re enough for him to jerk off to

minho on the other hand is much better at masking how he feels, it’d be hard to catch him unless he wanted you to (which, knowing lino, he would probably let happen often enough just as an excuse to be punished or create tension hehe) like jisung i can see him being very prone to staring at you, but not necessarily just at your body. more in the sense of observing you w a bit too much intensity and noticing little things you do that drive him crazy for reasons he can’t explain…he’s a bit obsessive. stretching so that your shirt rides up or you let out a soft grunt, tapping your fingers so elegantly he starts imagining them inside of him or roaming all over his body, eating a popsicle or ice cream, crossing your arms in a way that squeezes your chest together, that serious look that forms on your face when you’re concentrating…all seemingly normal behaviors but he cant help the way they get him worked up. lino really likes eye contact so…just lots n lots of staring like he’s fucking you w his eyes and hoping you’ll meet his gaze lmao

as for channie, he’d probably feel the most ashamed abt it out of all the boys but he might still have his moments~ i can’t it out of my mind that he gets insanely turned on by scents (maybe my puppy channie agenda hehe) so his biggest weakness is when you leave your sweaters or hoodies around him. no matter how hard he tries to resist and how guilty he feels abt it, he always ends up burying his face in the garment and feeling his mind go hazy when he takes in your familiar smell. it soothes him and drives him crazy all at once, and when he’s away from you and feeling super desperate, touching himself while surrounded by your sweet, comforting scent is just what he needs to cum embarrassingly fast ♡

[bluepenguinstories]

Remoras Full Chapter LXXX: Unbridled

I’d like to say that I’ve changed, that I’ve learned some valuable life lesson, that I’ve found greater control over my emotions. Better yet, I’d like to say that I started attending therapy as well, under the advice of that kooky doctor. Not just for my anger, but for my grief, and how the two intersect.

I couldn’t say such a thing.

I’ve not been able to bring myself to do much except go on about my day in the most boring way possible: out of everyone’s way, within a safe distance, and in the background as much as possible.

So you see, it wasn’t a coincidence that Ray, Sunny, Demetria, whoever else, didn’t see much of me. Despite living here, I preferred to keep it that way. It made things...easier. Not just for me, but surely, everyone.

Tigershark was an exception.

See, the kid, as strange as she was, often occupied the kitchen, same as me. We collaborated on dishes, cooked to our heart’s content. When a flame almost erupted in my face from using too much oil, she laughed hysterics. I almost yelled at her for her reaction, but I restrained myself. Truth be told, I enjoyed seeing her laughter.

“Flip it...flip it...FLIP IT!” Tigershark cheered while leaning in atop a stool as I cooked an omelet filled with mounds of gouda cheese inside.

One of the patrons, or residents, of the diner/hotel ordered it. I didn’t know the name on the order; I never did. Demetria or Proserpina would just walk in, call out the food that someone’s ordered, and I’d get right to cooking. It never really mattered who or what resided outside the kitchen. Sure, I’d see people in passing, some I had never met, but their lives were beyond me.

I flipped the pan, just like Tigershark wanted, and the omelet did an awesome 360 degree flip, and all was well, up until…

“No! The omelet split!” Tigershark wailed.

God damn, the kid talks like a sports announcer sometimes.

“That’s okay! You can save this! Just add more cheese and we’ll stitch it back together!”

“Uh…Right,” I groaned.

I sprinkled on some shredded mozzarella just like the head chef asked.

“Careful not to let it stick to the pan!” Urged the small sports commentator.

“Yeah, yeah,” I groaned once more.

“Aw, gee! You’re lucky you got a good teacher like me.”

I looked down at her and her stupid, grinning face. I raised an eyebrow.

“You know, I used to work at a diner. One located in a big city and frequented by lots of people.”

“Really?” She looked up in amazement. “Then why do you suck so bad at cooking now?”

“I’m just...a little rusty, okay?”

After putting the finishing touches, I slid the omelet onto a plate.

“There. Get it out while I work on the next order,” I commanded.

Tigershark shook her head.

“That’s not how this works,” she declared, took the plate, then opened the door to the dining hall and yelled, “DEMETRIA! COME GET THE FOOD!”

I had to cover my ears. God damn, that kid sure could roar. She really lived up to her name.

“Psst,” a little annoying buzzing voice came from behind me. I hate to admit it, but I jumped from where I stood, startled, and let out a sickening gasp. When I turned around, I saw the familiar dull, gray eyes and straight, short, white hair almost covering those eyes of hers. In other words: Cael.

“Let me guess: you want french fries again?” I asked.

“Nope. Not this time.”

“Oh?” That was odd. Usually that’s all she asked for, even if we rarely had fries to fry. “Why the change?”

“You know those TV shows where a character starts out with a few established traits, and then not long after, they’re shown to be well-rounded, only for a few seconds later for that same character to be defined by one or two traits and any depth that they once had now severely diminished?”

“No. I don’t watch television.”

“Really? What do you do in your spare time?”

“Mainly wallow in my self-pity. Oh, I also like to lift weights and read manuals for appliances.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. So if you’re not having french fries, what do you want instead?”

“Potato chips!” Cael declared as if she had just pulled a sword out from a stone.

“Um...I don’t know how to make potato chips. There’s a bag of kale chips in the pantry. Do you want that?”

“No, I’d rather not eat myself.”

I gave the white haired gremlin a blank stare.

“All right. Well, if you think of anything else you want --”

“M-Macaroni and cheese!” Cried a voice from below.

“Is that Calen?” I asked.

“Yeah. I’m using her back as a stool. Why?”

I shook my head.

“Look, you two: we don’t have any macaroni pre-made. I’d have to make it from scratch and that could take a while. I could make some in a bit and save it for tomorrow, but if you want something right away, you should suggest something that wouldn’t take me more than 15 minutes to make.”

“I wouldn’t mind some deep fried french toast,” Cael suggested.

“Ooh! That sounds good! And deep fried tofu!” Calen chimed in.

I gave them a thumbs up.

True, it sounded weird, but at least it was doable.

I poured some fresh cooking oil onto the large, black skillet and got to work, letting out another sigh for good measure. Why? Maybe being alive was just exhausting.

Time passed. It always did.

Mid-afternoon now. Three PM.

All the activity of people ordering food had died and Tigershark had taken over what was left. As for me, I sat down at one of the booths, way off toward the back, near the restroom. I had my head against the board facing the wall, and on the table was a plate I made: french toast (not deep fried, though), scrambled eggs, and bacon (apparently lamb bacon. Whatever. Meat is meat).

There were a few other people occupying the dining area: on the far other end of the wall was the faint image of Remora and Demetria resting their heads on each other. Calen and Cael were a couple seats down, and Tigershark sat with them as the three chatted away with each other (I had no clue what they were talking about, as from where I sat, their voices just blended in together). Seated alone near the door was another white haired young woman, with blank, white eyes. She didn’t look too unlike Cael, but with hair much longer, nattier, and with bright, red scratches on her face. She was sobbing to herself, but I couldn’t tell why.

I squinted, tried to perk my ears up to see if I could hear anything from her other than her sniffles and her sobs, but I just couldn’t. Worse, staring at her so long made me feel like I had allergies.

Whatever, I told myself, it’s not my business. Someone else here will probably ask her what’s wrong. Everyone here knows each other, right? Or someone here knows someone else. There’s no need for me to be involved.

Someone from my past would have chided me for being so passive. Can’t name who, but someone. Of course, I used to be chided for being more proactive, so no matter how you look at it, I was getting my balls busted on a near-daily basis.

Oh, I forgot to mention someone: a few seats away from me sat a guy, rather average in height, with dark, brown hair. He was leaned up against the window, fogging it up, and his legs were folded (gray slacks). He wore platform shoes, untied, and a pinstripe suit. Worst of all, he wore a toothy grin on his face while his eyes were closed and he hummed to himself an indecipherable tune.

Wow, this guy just screams bad news, I thought. Again, though, wasn’t my problem.

After taking a few bites of my toast and my eggs (I didn’t even touch the precious lamb bacon. To think I had yet to know how its taste), I pushed the plate away. That wasn’t to say I was done eating, but I needed a few minute break.

Yeah, I know. What a waste, right? I certainly wasn’t aiming for completion, that’s for sure.

So, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.

My break time was cut short.

“Hey,” came a soft, though a little bit scratchy, voice.

Had it even been a minute?

I looked to my left and standing at the booth was Prosperina: a short-sleeved sky blue blouse and black tights filled my vision, along with her straightened, nut brown hair.

“Mind if I sit here?” She asked with a slight smile. Despite all appearances, she sounded just as weary as I was.

“Go ahead.”

She leaned in and sat across from me. Once seated, she laid her olive-skinned arms on the table and folded her hands together.

“I realize we haven’t had a chat in a while. How’s life?” She asked, and I felt a little more life return to her voice as those words carried off. Almost as if she was laughing her words out, but it wasn’t quite funny. Maybe it was better to say her words weren’t on solid ground.

“Nothing really to say in that regard. Now that I’m here and abandoned my quest, I don’t really know what I should be doing. Do you know what I should be doing?”

“You’re asking me? I’m in the same boat you are,” she admitted, and that time I was sure I heard a chuckle. “Life’s tricky and while I don’t even have the answers for myself on what to do, I wish I had an answer for you.”

“Eh. It’s okay.”

“Is it, though? Err, never mind,” she shook her head, as if chastising herself. “It at least seems like you’re doing better. You’re no longer using a fake name, or playing things cool when you’re secretly angry and hurting.”

“Oh, I’m still hurting. I just don’t have a place to direct it.”

She turned her head slightly to the right, as if indicating the direction where Remora sat.

“How is it living with her?” She asked and she didn’t even need to say the name.

“Nothing’s really changed: I don’t think we could ever get along.”

“I’m just glad, you know? That you’re no longer trying to kill her.”

“Technically, I already succeeded in that regard. It’s just weird.”

“How so?”

“I thought killing her would give me closure. And, for sure, I felt a momentary elation, but I’ve still got this sense of grief that won’t go away. Worse, it’s not for any one person, nor do I have a way to get rid of it. Maybe I’m just grieving for myself. It’s like I’ve lost all sense of purpose. What’s left? I already got my revenge. She’s still alive, and so am I. Everybody wins. But I’m at a loss. Why?”

“I don’t know, but if you’re saying you’re at a loss, I guess not everyone wins.”

“Heh,” I snickered and scratched my cheek. “What about you? How are things with you and Hecate? Are you two finally an item?”

“WH-What?!” She almost stood up and hit her knees against the table in the process, letting out a hissing, “ow!”

“Careful,” I chuckled.

There’s something wrong with physical pain bringing out humor, but I guess that’s just what slapstick is.

“We’re fine. We’re not really communicating, but we’re sharing a bed again and we’re fine.”

“You’re not communicating, but you’re fine? Girl, what?”

“I mean...it’ll work itself out? We’re kinda spontaneous folks like that, y’know? As for the item thing, I don’t know what you mean! Ha!”

She exhaled multiple times in rapid successions.

“Cool it. If you feel like being bashful, that’s your prerogative. No need to make a scene.”

She huffed once more and let out forced laughter.

“Haa...sorry,” she calmed, “so, the truth is...we’re a couple. And we have communicated. It’s just a lot to take in, okay?”

“HA! I knew it!” I pointed at her.

“Hey, I wanted to keep this lowkey! Demetria still doesn’t know!”

“Yeah, but she’s kinda dense, don’t you think? It’s obvious for anyone else seeing you two. So how long has this been?”

Prosperpina hung her head low and muttered something.

“What was that?” I cupped my hand over my ear.

“Just a few weeks ago…” she muttered, but louder, so I could hear, “we talked things out after the party, and, well, things kinda spiraled from there and next thing you know I spilled my feelings. There’s still a lot to figure out, and we’re taking it little by little. Happy?”

“What’s there to figure out?”

“You know, logistics! She’s wanting to go back to school, finish her degree, and I...well, you already know what my deal is.”

“Ah. Sorry I don’t have more to offer in that regard.”

“That’s okay. Say, are we friends? You know, now that your whole ordeal is over?”

The question struck me. I should have said something like, “no, sorry. I can’t do that.”

But, with the funk I’ve been in, there was bound to be a few curveballs.

“Sure. I don’t have anything to offer, but if you’re fine with that, I’m open to being friends,” the words came out in a rather dissociative manner.

“You don’t have to offer any thing. Just talking like this is enough.”

“You’re not offering anything?” Balked a man, no, rather, the man who was seated against the window this whole time. He got up, and I noticed the white gloves he had. He folded his hands and cracked his knuckles.

Rather than pay him any mind, I pointed my thumb at him and asked Proserpina, “who’s this guy?”

“Apparently an old friend of Ray’s. He doesn’t like talking about him,” Prosperina whispered back.

“Of course he doesn’t like talking about me!” The man held his hand up and cried. “I always had a flair for the dramatic and embarrassed him! But could I help myself? Mama raised a starlet, who was I to go against my destiny?”

“All right. This guy’s just a weirdo,” I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe I am, but that doesn’t change the fact that you aren’t offering anything up. What’s the point in life without some risk?”

“Friendship enough is already a risk.”

He clapped as if clearing out chalk from a chalk eraser.

“Suit yourself. Say, I haven’t seen you around. What’s your name?”

“Nemesis.”

Whether or not that was a mistake, I had no way of knowing.

“Ah. What a splendid name. And I’m Aion. That’s pronounced like ‘alien’, minus the ‘li’.”

“So ‘aen’?”

He frowned.

“Disregard that. Names aren’t so important.”

“What’s your deal, anyway? I was having a nice chat with my new friend until you interrupted.”

“Deal? No deals. I’m not making any deals today. I’m just a bit of an eavesdropper, you see. But I’ll get out of your hair. I’m a busy man. I’ll probably say goodbye to this establishment tomorrow, anyway, as much as it pains me to say goodbye to my dear friend, Ray.”

“Uh...any particular reason?” I asked, not even too sure why I indulged him.

“Oh, you know. Business. It’s not exactly pleasure, but you can’t always have both,” he smiled as he walked toward the back. Maybe it was to talk to his ‘old friend.’ Who could say?

Either way, as soon as he was gone, I turned back to Proserpina, who had two hands grasped tight onto the table as she half-stood.

“Looks like I’ve missed out on a lot,” I said.

“Trust me: I don’t understand most of it, myself. I guess it’s really true what they say, isn’t it? About ignorance being bliss.”

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s hell.”

Before she stood up completely, she held out her hand.

“It’s been good catching up with you again. I need to check in on Hecate, make sure she’s okay. We’ll probably take another nap together as well. I know being in pain and lacking energy is a constant for her, but I’m personally enjoying the frequent naps.”

I shook her hand without any more to say.

Was it rude of me to not say so much as a goodbye? Perhaps. But I was without words.

You know what? I got up too.

There was little priority I had, and no particular goal of mine. Nothing set in stone, anyway. But what I could say was that the little chat I had with Proserpina gave me much to think about.

I let the feelings of caterpillars crawling all over me, that sickening feeling, run its course as I made my way over to Remora, who while not asleep, seemed to be lost in a world of her own. That, or a world shared with Demetria.

“How do you do it?” I asked.

Remora didn’t turn her head, but her eyes slid open and glared in my direction. I sensed no malice, but I still knew what kind of person she was.

“Do what?”

“How do you go on after you’ve already lost your life? I don’t just mean in the literal sense, either – after you’ve lost everything that made you ‘you’, how do you go on?”

Just as soon as her eyes were open, she closed them again. In turn, she smiled, and reached her right arm over to hold Demetria closer.

“It’s something I used to grapple with,” she spoke, her icy voice with its needle-like calmness. “But I think I understand now: I’m always going to be me, just as you’re always going to be you. There may be pieces of us that are no longer a part of us, but even then, we’re still us, aren’t we?”

“B...But,” I pursed my lips. I didn’t look that white haired young lady’s way, yet I felt close to tears anyway, “what if we’ve changed? I mean, not just changed, but to the point where we’re unrecognizable from who we once were?”

“You’re thinking of the ‘Ship of Theseus’, but you need to remember, we’re people, not ships. So what if we’re not who we were before? We’re still who we are now.”

Her words were honest, but still came off like platitudes. I should have been more enraged, but I wasn’t.

“I’m not much younger than you, but in this moment, I feel like I’m that little kid and I’m staring at you in wonder and confusion all over again. Did I ever grow up at all?”

“You sure look like you have. But if you haven’t, there’s no shame in growing up all over again.”

I knew I shouldn’t have valued her perspective.

I glanced over, beyond her, and asked:

“Is Demetria asleep?”

“I’m awake. I’m just trying to enjoy the moment,” she grumbled. To be honest, it sounded more like pouting. Maybe she was hoping to sound angry, but it came out more like a whimper.

I smiled and nodded. What else could I do? In my own sick way, I could relate; I was less angry these days and more whimpering.

With nothing left to say, I made my way to the back:

Ray was seated, his hands folded, and leaned over. He didn’t look unkempt, but he did look ready to enter the second half of his life. I couldn’t really explain – it wasn’t the sullen, nor sunken expression. It wasn’t the dull eyes, or world-weary smile.

He had an open black jacket, polyester. Under the jacket was a button-up jazz pattern suit, with the top two buttons undone. Nothing was exposed, not chest hair, nor any collarbone. There was a shadow, rather, but I felt it unwise to linger upon it.

“You’ll die in that chair, won’t you? They’ll have to ply your butt from that seat,” I remarked.

He snorted and chuckled.

“I admit, I probably spend too much time in this spot,” he said, still wheezing a little. It was nice to know I could elicit a laugh from the old hack.

“It’s convenient, at least. Means I know where to find you.”

“Do you need me for something?” He leaned his head over.

“Need? That’s a strong word. I’m rather curious about that Aion guy. He said he’s an old friend of yours. What’s his deal?”

“Ah. Of course you’d be curious. Others have been as well.”

His smile faded and he sat up. From his pants pocket, he procured a cloth and removed his glasses, rubbing the cloth along the frames.

What was the look on his face? Was it somber? It must have been close to that.

“He and I are indeed close friends. We’re also bitter enemies. This is something both of us agree on, and have agreed upon. But our views on our adversarial friendship are different: he sees us as Sherlock and Moriarty, while I’ve never been that person. I always fancied myself as Arsène Lupin, but he’s no Josephine, and he’s forever in Moriarty mode, even while playing the fool.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Right, sorry. Silly literary things. What I mean is, I cannot defeat him through cleverness. He’d expect that of me, and some have given me the undue reputation that I’m some clever man. Maybe at one point, that would be true. But I can’t be that person with him. He’s too clever for that. I can’t play by the same rules if I wish to defeat him. If it helps, it would be akin to playing Go while he’s playing Chess.”

“Ugh...you and your shady friends are overly complicated. What makes him your enemy, anyway?”

He chuckled.

“He’s always been. But in practical terms,” his voice darkened, “have you seen Sunny around?”

I looked around. Of course, I wasn’t going to see her around the hallway. I didn’t know what I was thinking.

“Uh. No.”

“Neither have I. No text message, no letter. It’s been well over a week, you know.”

My chest tightened into knots. Why? I didn’t know. Sunny and I weren’t particularly close. That said, we weren’t adversaries, either. I recall my second fight with Remora, when I was about to kill the one I sought retribution against, Sunny stopped me. I turned my anger on her, and in that same moment, the anger turned to regret.

That must have been the most she touched me, as otherwise, our day to day interactions were between minimal and none. Still, her absence was profound enough that it affected the other residents.

“So, you think your friend Aion is behind her disappearance?” I asked. It seemed like the only question he wanted me to ask.

“Oh, I know he has something to do with it. But I don’t think he’s the main culprit. I think he has another plan entirely, and Sunny being missing was just convenient for him.”

“So if you know he’s your enemy, if you know he had a hand in Sunny’s disappearance, something which ought to eat at you, why do you keep him around?” I flared up. It was my first sign of anger in a long while.

“You know the old saying, ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’? Well, it goes double when they’re one and the same,” he explained, only to backtrack a few seconds later, “actually, I just think I’m a softie, and I can’t help but provide shelter to anyone, even the worst of the worst. But there is some truth in that with him around, it’s easier to figure out what he might be up to, and if I find out, I can stop him.”

“He said he’s leaving tomorrow. For business reasons,” I informed him. Part of me regretted doing so, even though it probably would have been better than saying nothing, as no sooner had I uttered those words that his casual demeanor shifted once more into a deep-seated frown.

In fact, his whole face lowered, drooping like some tired, old bloodhound.

“I see. Then it must be too late,” he said, and pulled his glasses away to wipe what looked to be a well of tears. “I was hoping I would have more time to figure things out.”

He adjusted his glasses until they were fastened back over his eyes. He held out a smile, but it wasn’t a pleasant one, nor was he fooling anyone.

“Say, would you like to play hero once again? I’m afraid I lack the strength, you see. Or perhaps conviction. Yes, that’s it,” he sounded like he was begging for scraps.

I knew I shouldn’t have said what I did:

“I’ve never been a hero.”

“Yes. I suppose so. I wonder if any of us are,” he replied, listless.

I left him there to his tears. It wasn’t right, but what else could I have done? I wasn’t equipped to offer sympathy.

So day turned to evening, turned to midnight.

I laid awake, arms folded behind my head, staring up into the ceiling. There were no lights, not even the northern lights from outside.

The room I had chosen was a small one, which housed mainly a bed. It sat at the top floor, not far from where Sunny and Ray resided, and for the moment, only Ray.

Wallow in self-pity. Was that really all I did? Oh, woe is me, right? Woe is anybody. No one here was exempt. Even the ones who looked content housed some form of sadness behind their eyes.

“How am I to help anybody? I don’t have answers. I only have questions, and they’re mostly directed at myself,” I wondered aloud.

Even those answers never came as I drifted off to sleep.

The following morning, I had forgone breakfast and opted instead to head out into the pale landscape. Patches of grass poked out, signs of green among the black stone that made the ground. Snow existed in patches as well, an equal amount, I would say. The temperature was cool, but middling, without so much as a breeze. I was sure I didn’t even need a coat.

Of course, I wore one. If I didn’t, I might have gotten an earful.

See, I was headed off to the airport to meet up with a friend. Or something close to that. The concept of ‘friends’ after years spent refusing such things was still foreign to me. There might have been some fluttering feelings involved. Of that, I couldn’t be sure, only that I felt a like cockroaches crawling around in the cage of my stomach every time I visited her: Cybele.

I lied when I said Tigershark was the only one I’ve kept in contact with; it’s what I do. Heidi calls on occasion whether I want her to or not. That too is a lie, as I always end up enjoying our calls. In the same vein, I’ve made the trip over to see Cybele periodically. We’d chat about this and that, sometimes fly out and see a movie, or stay in and watch a movie on TV. Small talk, small actions.

We’d fuck, too. Sorry, some don’t like the bluntness. Make love. I don’t think we saw each other as ‘friends with benefits’, and it was just something that felt right to do. I don’t even think we had a name to call what we had. I don’t recall us once saying, ‘I love you’, to each other.

I digress.

My arms were folded the whole trip there and I might have even shivered. Maybe in anticipation. After all, it wasn’t nearly cold enough out, nor did I once feel a chill run across me as I walked. That puffy, black vest I wore helped give off the illusion that I was protecting myself from the cold, but I didn’t need protection in the first place.

Up the soft, but creaking steps, some parts wooden, others metal, I reached the second floor of the airport and turned the handle.

Before I opened the door, I heard a conversation play out. Not muffled, rather clear, actually:

“Please! I haven’t smiled in so long until meeting you! I’m more sure of it than anything!” Wailed the voice of someone I didn’t recognize.

“I think you’re wonderful and I want to keep helping you and being your friend, but a relationship like that is something I can’t do right now. I’m dealing with things of my own,” came another pleading voice. Cybele’s.

There was a coat rack by the door. I unzipped my vest and set it upon the rack. I had on a short-sleeved shirt with a graphic of the earth with rings around it and said in comic sans ‘EATURN’.

“No! If I don’t have you...what do I have? I’ll continue to be sad forever!” The stranger near-shrieked. I couldn’t bear any more. Whether the stranger or Cybele was in danger, all I could tell was that it didn’t sound good.

I turned the handle to the door and pushed it open.

“Hey! How’s it going?” I asked, forcing myself to smile as I strolled in.

Cybele stood near the corner, her face stiffened and her head turning frantically. Nearby, next to the foldout bed on the wall, was the white haired young woman from the day prior. She was hunched over, shaking and sobbing. Upon hearing me enter, she turned.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’m a friend of Cybele’s. Just felt like visiting. Nice to meet you!” I waved again to her, and as I saw her solid, white eyes, draining itself of its fluids, I felt a sting in my eye and strained to keep up my smile.

The young woman turned back to Cybele.

“The reason you can’t be with me...is it her?”

“No. In fact, she’s the friend I’ve been trying to get you to meet.”

“We’re all with each other already, aren’t we? Right now, we’re just hanging out, right?” It sounded cocky but I thought it could have at least lightened the mood. I was, of course, wrong.

From her jeans pocket, the young woman pulled out a small knife and pointed it my way. Cybele gasped.

I’m sure somewhere, they taught things like diffusing a situation or conflict resolution. I may have once been a vigilante, but I never learned the first thing when it came to that stuff. Hell, it was probably inappropriate of me to be as calm as I was, and study the knife rather than try to calm anyone else down. Before I said or did anything else, I just thought:

Eh. I’ve seen sharper.

“Yeah, I get it: I barged in at an inappropriate time. I don’t blame you one bit,” I shrugged. I didn’t even approach her. I was sure I could easily subdue her if I wanted to, but something told me there was no need for even that.

“You took her away from me! After I finally found something good in my life!” She wailed. Her arms shook and something told me she wasn’t someone used to violence. Rather, she just seemed like someone desperate. If nothing else, I understood desperation.

“Heh. Yeah,” I chuckled, wiping away a few tears from my eyes. “I tend to do that. I don’t think stabbing me would get Cybele to like you more, but I get why you’d be into her. She’s a babe, isn’t she?”

“This really isn’t the time for that,” Cybele warned through clenched teeth.

“Still, considering where you’re at, I don’t think you’re concerned about her liking you more. You probably figure you already lost and you’re just trying to scrape together whatever you can. If I’m the reason you feel like you’ve lost, I’m sorry. You can stab me if you want.”

“I...I…” She shook harder. Not once had she moved from her spot to rush at me.

Her grasp loosened and the knife dropped to the floor. She collapsed on her knees and her face filled up with tears as snot ran down her nose.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t always this way! I know it’s not right!” She cried.

I kicked the knife aside and bent down next to her. I placed my hand on her shoulder and expected her to hit it away or beat up on me, but she didn’t.

“Hey, I’m not blaming you. I’ve been there.”

She looked up. Tears continue to stream down, but she seemed calm for only a moment. Her milk-white eyes were wide, and that’s when I remembered something.

“Misty Eyes?”

“How did you know my nickname?” She asked in turn.

I scoffed. All this time…

“The person who killed my father used that name.”

“Oh, how horrible. How utterly sad. Someone would use my nickname to do that...I don’t recall killing anyone, but if I did, I don’t deserve to live.”

I shook my head.

“No, it wasn’t you. I don’t think you could hurt a fly.”

“I almost stabbed you…”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I was penetrated by a pretty lady.”

“I don’t know how you aren’t taking this more seriously,” Cybele drew a sigh of relief, but was still on edge.

“I’ve done worse. What about you? You aren’t hurt?”

“I’m fine, but jeez. You’re not wearing your armor, are you?”

“Of course not.”

“You could have been seriously hurt!”

“Doubtful,” I shook my head, “it was a butter knife from the kitchen at the diner. Those things aren’t even good at cutting butter.”

“Nem…” Cybele’s concern grew, despite the young woman not posing a threat. She didn’t finish my name, but hell, I thought Nem was a cute nickname as it was.

“What?”

“You’re crying.”

Ha. I guess it was true. I wiped my face, only to find more tears streaming. It hadn’t even registered.

“I’m sorry!” The young woman squealed. “It’s my fault! People tend to break out in tears and get sad when they’re near me! I can’t help it!”

I already recalled the story I heard about Misty. How she was exposed to the angel of sadness. The effect she had on others. None of what I heard really mattered, though. I was next to her, and these tears were the biggest relief I’ve felt in a while.

“I think it’s wonderful,” I smiled through the tears. No doubt, I’d have a massive headache later. “I have a lot of sadness in me as well. I haven’t been able to get myself to cry in a while. Thank you for this.”

“But it’s not a good thing. It hurts people.”

I reached out for one of her hands, placed my own hands over it, and held them up to her cheek. She turned out to be quite warm to the touch, even through the salty moisture.

“This is the kind of hurt I need. So please, let me have your sadness. Give it all to me. I can take it.”

“It feels like you two are flirting in front of me,” Cybele groaned. At least it seemed like some of her worry had washed over.

“Ha,” I chuckled, “maybe we are. I only just met her, but I already feel better knowing her. I understand she likes you, and that you’re not looking for a relationship. You’ve got your own shit, and I get it, because so do I.”

“I like you,” Cybele blurted out. “But...even if I like you, I don’t feel ready. And even if I felt the same way about Achlys, I don’t know if I’m well equipped to help her.”

“Achlys?”

“Me,” Misty Eyes coughed.

Oh. Right. It was a nickname. My bad.

“Nice to meet you, Achlys,” I said before facing Cybele, “I’m not ready, myself. I’m still trying to adjust to even having friends as it is. Neither of us have to help her, or at least not all the time, but I think she should be with someone, even if it’s not in a romantic way.”

“I’m sorry. I assumed I wouldn’t like you, so I didn’t want to meet you. Seeing you now, you’re actually quite wonderful,” Achlys murmured.

“It’s not your fault. I’m kind of a temperamental person, so I can’t speak to how good I really am.”

“Oh, shut up,” Cybele cut in, “I’ve already said plenty of times how good you are.”

I smirked. I couldn’t tell whether it was because of how good hearing that made me feel...or that I was at such a loss for an expression to make that my face just chose the dopiest one.

“This is my fault. I’m a lost cause. Please, both of you, let me be alone,” Achlys begged. It took me by surprise, as I thought we had reached a breakthrough with her.

“You’re not a lost cause.”

“I am. If you heard about why I’m in the state I’m in, you know it’s true. I brought this on myself.”

“No. Even if it’s true that you exposed yourself to the angel, you had no way of knowing.”

“I just wanted to impress Dr. Faust, Aion, but I made myself even more of a failure. I thought it would make him proud.”

“Did he put you up to this?” I felt the heat in me rising.

“No. He just gave me the idea. It’s really all me.”

“I should have realized…” I got up.

“Wait. Where are you going?” Cybele asked.

“I just want to have a talk with him before he gets away. Maybe he’ll know a way to cure her.”

“There is no way!” Achlys cried.

“Even still...I have to try.”

“Please be safe,” Cybele urged.

I gave her a wink.

“Don’t worry, I’ll grab my armor.”

I ran out of the airport and raced back to Ray’s place. I knew I didn’t have much time. Aion said he’d be leaving today.

Was I being stupid? Maybe. But if he put her up to it, if he ruined her life, even if there wasn’t some way to save her, I could at least get answers out of him. No. Maybe that wasn’t enough. Maybe he had to pay. No. I’d just have him apologize at the least. That should be easy enough, right?

I burst through the front door in a huff. I had to head upstairs where my armor was. My, it had been so long.

“Nemesis? What’s going on?” Remora was seated by the door. Demetria wasn’t with her. I would have found that odd, but why? People weren’t always with their significant others at all times.

“Where’s Ray?” I asked the killer.

“I’m right here,” I heard his voice before I saw him. I turned and there he was: just a stone’s throw from me, standing with a slight hunch.

“You’re standing!” I gasped.

“I’m not always at my desk, you know?” He laughed, though cut his laughter short. “You needed me?”

“Where’s Aion? I need to talk to him.” I felt like saying, “I realize he’s a bad guy now and I’ll go punch him out for you,” but saved my breath.

“He just headed out. I guess he’s done here,” he smiled, but I knew that sad smile anywhere.

“I gotta find him,” I huffed.

“I’ll go with you,” Remora stood up and said.

“What? You? Why?”

“I’ve been suspicious of him for a while. What’s that saying, ‘two birds, one stone’? Maybe we’re the birds and he’s the stone.”

“You do realize it’s not good to be the birds in that analogy,” I slumped over and groaned.

“But there’s two of us.”

“A better saying would be, ‘two heads are better than one.’ Argh! I don’t have time to argue semantics!”

I raced up the stairs and grabbed my armor from the dresser drawer in my room. It worked its way around me and blended in with my clothes. It felt foreign, unpleasant, disgusting. But fuck, it was mine.

Back downstairs, Remora was already at the door with her staff that could transform into an axe.

“What? Do you think there will be a battle?” I asked.

“It’s good to be prepared, no? Besides, I assume you’re wearing your armor.”

It was true.

“I don’t think I need to tell you two this, but please be safe,” Ray saw us off.

“Hmph. I don’t even want her with me. I can handle this myself,” I scoffed.

I had no right to complain. But complain I did.

“We can discuss wants later,” Remora argued.

To my right, I saw a speck in the shape of Aion in the distance. Hell, even if I couldn’t make out any of his features, I was sure I’d know that was him.

I sprinted in his direction. I must have been out of breath the moment I started running, but even as my lungs burned, that didn’t stop me until I got close enough to confirm it was him. My blood had boiled over to the point that whatever my lungs couldn’t accomplish, the rest of me would make up for it.

I finally ceased running when our distance was comparable to the space between a treetop and its base.

“Stop!” I shouted. His back was turned, but I saw that slick, short brown hair with its streaks of black underneath.

He had on a dark jacket with a cape flowing out from behind him. When I called for him, he turned and looked quite annoyed. He carried in his white gloves a cane, and he had round, wide glasses.

“This had better be quick. I’m quite busy, and don’t have much time to talk,” he tapped his wrist as if he had a watch underneath his sleeve.

Remora caught up with me and was just a couple paces behind when she stopped.

Before I could get any words out, Remora was the first to speak up:

“What’s the cane for?”

He glanced over at it.

“I’m quite old. I need it for balance. You know how bones can get when you get to be my age.”

I swear, he looked in his late 20s at best. Even taking into account that he was likely the same age as Ray, he didn’t seem to have any trouble walking. Still, my god. What a useless question.

“What do you have to say for Achlys?” I demanded.

He laughed. Laughed like a small dog yapping.

“Really now? This is what this is about? You stopped me for this?”

“Answer the question.”

“I don’t know what ideas you’ve got, but I didn’t do anything to her. She brought all her problems on herself.”

“How could you say that?”

“Because it’s true. Seriously: why is it when a woman cries, people assume it must be a man’s fault? So you’ve got a soft spot for her. It’s easy to pity someone who’s so pitiful, isn’t it? But she’s your problem now, not mine. I relinquish all responsibility. Go wild. There. Happy?”

“No. I’m not happy. Don’t you feel any remorse?”

“For what?” He then paused and glanced over toward Remora. Upon catching her gaze, his lips curled. “Ah. What an odd pairing. Daddy’s little girl and the one who took daddy away.”

My previously boiling blood froze over.

“That’s right: I know who you two are,” Aion continued, “shame what happened to your father. He was a good man.”

“You knew my father?”

“Of course,” he smiled, all annoyance flushed. “I was the one who put out the hit on him.”

“What?”

Maybe he’s all talk, but he still shouldn’t know all this. Hell, he shouldn’t joke around like this.

“Managing those idiots always was such a pain, that’s why I left it to three stooges. But when I heard Smith ditched the company, I’d like to have said it was nothing personal and that it was just business. That’s what those stooges who acted in charge believed. But the truth is, I just couldn’t believe he had the gall to start a family. Your daddy gave great head and then next thing I know he’s hitched off to some broad? She must have been something special. Seriously, what did she have that I didn’t? The ability to give birth? Big whoop. Who would want kids, anyway?”

“Shut up!” I barked.

“Keep your cool,” Remora urged.

“Easy for you to say! You’re nothing but cool!”

I was back to burning up, and him speaking again reminded me who deserved such ire.

“Ah, but I must thank you for killing Trey for me. I never needed his help finding where your daddy was. I already knew all that. He just wanted to feel useful, so I gave him a simple job. Considering how fickle his allegiance was with others, he’s better off dead, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You!” I almost roared.

I let my armor show. At this point, I about ready to bash his brains in. It didn’t even have to do with Achlys anymore.

“Ah, daddy’s armor. Must make you feel tough, huh? Huge udders and a tiny temper. You’re like cow trying to be a raging bull.”

I brought out my curved, jagged sword. I didn’t care anymore. He deserved to die.

Before I rushed in, Remora placed her hand on my shoulder. I swatted it away.

“I know how you feel, but you need to chill. He’s trying to get under your skin,” she cautioned.

“Well it’s working!” I shot back.

“Don’t let it!”

“Shut up! You’re the one who killed my father in the first place!”

“That may be, but I don’t want you to lose your life as well. We have no idea what he’s capable of.”

“She’s right, you know: you’re free to try to kill me. I’ll even stand still for you. But if you’re going to try, you best be prepared to face the consequences,” Aion crooned.

Consequences? For what? Taking his life would make everything better. If anything, the universe handed him to me on a silver platter and once he was dead, everyone would be better off for it.

Remora tried to grab at me, to hold me back, but I rushed in after him with my blade in hand. I’d chop off his head. Clean and simple.

Except that didn’t happen. Only a breath away from his face, I was pulled off to the side by Remora who had rushed in behind me and pushed me to the ground. At the same time, Aion had swung up his cane, revealing a blade of his own, and it tore through the air and the ground cracked right where I would have been were it not for Remora’s intervention.

“Why did you stop me?!” I yelled into Remora’s face, who was just beside me.

“I wasn’t about to let you get killed.”

Aion sheathed his blade and it returned to looking like a regular old cane. He turned away and walked a few steps, but stopped to turn his head toward us.

“You’re very lucky it was just your armor. You could have lost an arm. Maybe even a chunk out of the side of your torso. Word of advice: you’re free to try to kill me if you ever meet me again, but do make sure to be prepared next time. It would save us both the embarrassment. But I suppose soon you’ll have your hands full with bigger problems.”

I didn’t bother asking what he meant. I looked down and saw that half of my armor, on my left side, was torn off. I couldn’t believe it, more so that I didn’t see where the fallen piece had gone. It was as if it ceased to exist.

“Wait,” Remora spoke up. “I always knew there was more to you, but were you the leader of the janitors?”

He shook his head.

“Not leader. Founder. As I said, I left the management to other guys. Being the founder still gave me special privileges, but I seldom used them. I also shaped what would later be known as The Flashbulb. I have a bad habit of starting projects and letting other people finish them however they see fit. For what it’s worth, The Flashbulb proved a good distraction so I could do my own work in peace.”

“But that organization. It’s been around for at least a thousand years. Even accounting for time travel, that’s…”

“Actually, usually time travel would shorten the process, but you’re right: no one person should have been alive from start to finish. But what can I say? I’m a very old man.”

He gave a light chuckle. It sounded like a cough. As if I was hearing the real him for the first time.

“One more question: you said you knew me as well. Were you the one who set me up to grow up as a janitor, to live in the shadow of my alternate self?”

His face turned pale, but I don’t think it was shock. I wasn’t sure if he was capable of such emotions.

“Heavens, no. I knew of their plans and the project, but I was frankly against it. Not for any humane reasons, mind you, but just the fact that it was a logistical nightmare. I told them, ‘one Rhea was bad enough as it is.’ Sure, they cared more about results than anything else, and her track record did speak for itself, even if she did commit some light friendly fire here and there.”

He cleared his throat. Though it probably didn’t need clearing.

“Besides, when you get down to it, you can never really replicate someone else’s life through such artificial means. She grew up with different circumstances, even if both of you had many identical experiences. Even if you two are the same person on a technical level, there’s no saying that you would have reacted to her experiences the same way she did hers, and vice versa. Still, I didn’t reject the project. Mostly because I thought it was amusing.”

I would have been pissed hearing that, but Remora just stared and nodded.

“Anyway, neither organization exists these days, which is the only reason I don’t mind telling you all this. The way I see it, you’re free to live your life however you please, with whatever name you like. Rhea, Remora, Jack, Shit. It’s all the same to me.”

“Thank you for your permission, but I’ve been doing that already.”

“Right. Well then. I have to be off. I’m sure you understand.”

He walked away again and I wanted to get up and chase after him, but Remora held her arm over my chest to keep me from getting up.

“There will be other opportunities. I’d rather you live.”

“I wouldn’t! Not if I can’t save anyone!” I shouted and tears began to flow once more.

“Who would you have saved if you had died from carelessness?”

“Why? Why didn’t you fight him?”

She stood up, but didn’t answer. I expected something like, “I wanted to know what I was dealing with.”

But she said nothing.

I blinked and looked up at her, because without her having to say anything, I think I already had it figured out.

“You’re not sure if you can,” I answered for her. “After your injury – at my hands, no less. You were told by the doctor that you may not be able to fight like you used to, right? Are you scared? Is that why you’re holding yourself back?”

“I just have a mission to fulfill,” she replied.

What? What ‘mission’?

She headed back. Presumably toward the diner. I didn’t follow. After all, I still had to report back my failure.

Up the steps were the most difficult. I suffered no wounds save for the ones to my pride. But damn, those wounds were the ones that hurt most of all. My ambition, my passion, my drive, it was already faded, but the one spark I had, confronting him, was in vain.

When I reached the room where Cybele and Achlys were, they were huddled on the floor close to each other, with blankets over their backs. They seemed in much higher spirits, or at least calmer, than when I last saw them. I collapsed onto the floor, still in my damaged armor.

The two turned and gasped at the same time.

“Are you okay?!” Cybele scrambled over. I almost pushed her away, as awful as that would have been.

“My armor is the only thing that’s damaged, but I couldn’t stop him,” I bemoaned and pounded my fist against the floor. It shook, but there was no lasting damage.

I broke down once more into tears, and this time they were thick, wet slabs throwing themselves out of my eyes. Their heaviness made it all the worse. I didn’t even have to look Achlys’s way.

“I thought this time it would be different. That I could finally be a hero. But I can’t save anyone.”

Achlys crawled over to me. I was staring down, so I wasn’t sure who it was until I felt her hand over my back. I knew it wasn’t Cybele because Cybele tended to glide her hand down my back, while Achlys had her hand stationary, right over the part of my back where my armor no longer covered, and her fingers were spread out.

“I’m sorry,” my face hung low as I turned to her and saw her eyes, half-open, and small tears streaming down. On her face was a slight smile, and she pressed her forehead against mine. “I couldn’t save you.”

She shook her head, still pressed against mine.

“I can’t be saved,” she said.

I wanted to protest, but she pulled her head back and looked up, as if lost in thought.

“Well, more like, I don’t need to be saved.”

She wiped away a tear and smiled. That didn’t stop the tears from coming, but even still…

...She leaned in and pressed her face to mine, her lips pressed against mine as well. They were cracked, and I could taste the saltiness from her upper lip. While she was the one who initiated the kiss, no questions asked, I found no reason to reject it. However hard and cracked they were, there was a softness to her touch as well. It made me want to open my mouth just a little, press tongue, and hold our kiss for just a moment longer.

I think it may have only held for a minute, but it was still a significant one. When she pulled back, she wiped away more tears.

“You’re already a hero to me,” she said through laughter. “So let me have your sadness as well. I can take it.”

[mee-goweng]

LATE pt. 1 - 🧸🥊

Warning: mention of murder Word count: 800+ words

Nami sighed, looking at the empty street in front of her from the back of the counter. While her chin leaned on her hand, she stared mindlessly at the outside. Her other hand tapped the counter, playing a random melody that passed into her mind at that moment.

"This is boring." She shifted from her place, leaning the upper part of her body on the counter. "This job sucks."

She sighed again, now staring at the cash register.

The flower shop is always empty, even on the weekend. Nami always thought the shop would eventually be closed down due to the lack of customers. It wasn't like she had any emotional attachment to the place. Her other job made more money than the flower shop.

"Um… 'scuse me?"

A voice interrupted her train of thought. She looked up and saw two people right in front of the counter. One with heterochromia eyes, and the other was blonde.

Shit, I didn't hear the bell ringing.

"Sorry, do you need anything?" She asked as she got up, fixing her clothes in the process.

There was a long silence before the blonde spoke up. "Yes, we would love two bouquets of white lilies."

Nami nodded and then went to work on that. As she arranged the flowers, she overheard the conversation of her customer. Apparently, one of them was about to visit his parent's funeral, and the other was accompanying him.

That's unfortunate. Poor kid, losing his parent at such a young age. If I remember it right, I have lots of stock of that flower, should I…?

Nami glanced at her customers, catching one of them staring. The one who was staring turned away immediately. Nami just exhaled as she shook her head and then continued her work.

Once she had done with the bouquet, she gave it to them. Both of them left after paying, leaving compliments about her work.

Well, two people are enough. I'm going to close the shop for today.

She went to the entrance door with the close sign in her hand. The door opened when she was about to put it on the window. Nami turned to the door and saw the boy from before.

"You left something?" She asked as she put the close sign near the display.

The boy was quiet, refusing to meet her gaze. He just stretched out his hand, showing a bouquet of roses that she had made.

"I think ya gave t'his by accident…"

Nami crossed her arms. "No, it's for you."

The boy turned to her, looking a little bit confused.

"I know it's none of my business, but sorry to overhear your conversation with your friend. I'm sorry for your loss." She averted her gaze. "I heard that there are a few types of flowers that can cheer someone up. Roses are one of them. I hope it makes your day better, at least…"

There was a silence before the boy muttered thankyou. Nami turned to him and was astonished when she saw how lovely his smile was. She felt something weird inside of her. Kids these days would say her heart just skipped a beat.

He's such a sweet kid…

Before Nami even said anything, the boy left. Waving goodbye before closing the door.

The boy name is Kagehira Mika. A familiar name for her, yet she couldn't exactly remember who.

Right after their first encounter, Mika visited the flower shop very often. He would buy a flower every time he came, using it as a reason to stay. Nami, of course, found it suspicious. But did she do something about it? No, not really.

"Drop the formality, kid. You're making me feel older than my current age. And, please just come if you want. You don't have to buy anything if you want to stay for a while."

And that was her first mistake. Let Kagehira Mika visit the shop often.

Mika started to visit more often. Most of the time, he came and watched her doing her work. If Nami had no customers for the day, Nami would teach Mika about flower arranging.

Sometimes, Mika braved himself to start a conversation with Nami. Nami didn't mind the small talks they were having. They talked about lots of things.

Slowly, Nami began to learn about Mika, yet Mika barely comprehended what kind of person Nami was. She never revealed anything that was way too personal, leaving Mika wondering. But he couldn't help but feel attached to her. Nami wasn't a total stranger to Mika. Nami took care of him very well when he came to visit. She even helped him with some of his school matters. And eventually, he was comfortable enough to tell her his past.

That was when Nami knew Mika was holding a grudge against his parent's murderer. He wanted to become a detective because of that. Hoping he could punish the murderer, making the murderer atone for their sin.

©mee-goweng

[sukirichi]

“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

  FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is. 

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles. 

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

  NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

  RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

  INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

[angry-geese]

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: nsfw. Fingering, tender sex, morning sex, praise kink (sort of), unprotected sex/breeding kink, mention of pregnancy (its like one sentence). Established relationship, some fluff, mostly smut. Afab reader.

Notes: domsetic fluff turned morning sex

Days where you wake up in his arms are rather rare.

Usually, he's ready for work by the time you get up. His day starts earlier than yours. You still make it a point to give him a kiss before he leaves. He'd often have something for breakfast ready, and make you lunch if he had the time. Nanami was always a better cook- you were a bit of a terror in the kitchen. When he arrived home he'd tell you little about his work. You knew of it, although he had little to say. He only actively spoke of it if he had overtime, and only to complain.

That didn't mean you weren't curious. There were a million questions you had for him; if he answered one, it would only add to the growing pile of other ones.

Married life wasn't what you expected.

It took a year to convince him to date you. Prior to that, the two of you had been roommates for nearly the same time. Over time you had gotten used to having him around. He was the one constant in life. People came and went, jobs you started and quit, but he was always there.

Things weren't all that different from the way they were before. Switching to married life felt natural. So much so that it was a bit frightening. It makes you wonder if this is all there is to it. If that's the case, then you could live with it.

You're not quite sure what wakes you up, but you're surprised to feel his body still beside you. Early morning light streams in through the cracks in the curtains. His arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush to his chest. The faint scent of his cologne—something woody mixed with something sweet, like vanilla—still hangs onto him. Uncertain if he's still awake, you call out his name. To no response.

Slowly his hand creeps up your thigh, resting on your stomach for a moment before he's pressing his thumb under the waistband of your shorts. Nanami's touches are feather-light as his fingers just barely ghost over your skin. The soft feeling of his thumb grazing your clit makes you jump. He smooths a hand over your hair, cooing words of praise as he leans forward to nip at your ear. Goosebumps raise along your shoulder.

Nanami presses a quick kiss to your neck, going back to suck a dark mark into the skin. It'll be hard to cover up tomorrow. Gently he drags his thumb across your slit through the thin fabric of your panties. You part your legs just a bit to give him more room. He shoves down your shorts—along with your panties—baring your sex. You lift your hips for just a moment to kick them off, throwing them to the side. Your shirt quickly goes the same way. Then his. Nanami pulls you in for a quick kiss, nibbling at your bottom lip until you let his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of the slick muscle is intoxicating. You're already half drunk off the scent of his cologne.

He knows just how to make you melt under his touch. He has a way of pressing your buttons, leaving you crawling back for more. Part of you is embarrassed at how quickly you turn to putty in his hands.

When he pulls away, there's an audible pop! as your lips part. He leans back down to kiss you again. It's only a peck this time, but the same amount of fire is behind it.

A low laugh escapes him when he feels the slick that's collected between your legs. In any other circumstance you'd be a bit embarrassed at how quickly he riles you up. He hooks his arm under your knee, forcing your legs further apart. His thumb brushes over your clit, working in soft, teasing motions. When you try to grind down onto his hand, he simply huffs and pulls his hand away, leaving you aching with need.

"Ken, please-"

"Please what?" He asks. "Use your words..."

"Fuck me!"

To that, he cruelly laughs. The noise comes from low in his chest. You're almost ashamed at the throb it sends right to your cunt. Almost.

He mutters a soft "good" as he eyes you up and down, sizing you up like you're some sort of opponent.

He works you open with his fingers. Just the one at first—then adding a second—rubbing against your g-spot. His fingers are thin, but long, and know just where to prod in a way that makes you whimper. Your eyes roll back when he strokes a particularly sensitive spot. Nanami takes notice of this, and proceeds to add a third. His thumb rubs small circles against your clit. A familiar heat pools low in your stomach. His touches only make you more needy. When your pussy clamps around his fingers—you're close to your own release—he realizes his own need, pressing against your back. Grinding against your thigh only does so much.

Typically he isn't the type to tease. It makes you wonder what's gotten him so worked up.

He pinches your clit between two of his fingers before resuming their circles. His movements are skilled—he's had practice—making you melt under his touch. The wetness that collects between your thighs nearly drips down his hand, making it glisten in the low light.

He finds the squeal you make when you cum endearing, using the moment to kiss you, right on the corner of your lips.

You ride out your orgasm on his hand; shaky, but nearly ready for another round. It won't take you long- he's seen it happen before. Soon you're sitting up, facing him, your cheeks red and your lips bitten pink. He commits the look of your flushed form to memory.

He'd have to tease you more often.

Nanami palms himself through his boxers. He frees his leaking cock. The head is a ruddy color, and rather angry looking, swollen with need. His spare hand moves to knead the soft flesh of your breasts, working your nipples into stiff peaks. He guides your hand to his cock, closing your fist around his member. It's long—a little over six inches—but not too thick. The weight of it is heavy in your hands. You give him a few teasing pumps, making sure your touches are achingly slow. Instantly he notices, giving one of your nipples a harsh pinch, though not hard enough to hurt. When you squeak and mumble a weak: "I'm sorry" he only nips at your ear and chuckles. Any attempt you make to regain control of the situation only digs your grave deeper.

"Are you going to be good?" His lips press against your temple.

Weakly you nod.

"Good." He coos. "You're always so good for me."

He shifts so you're left lying on your stomach underneath him, hips lifted slightly and pulled flush to his. Your body is tacky with sweat—maybe a bit of saliva too—he drags you in closer. Nanami leans forward to mumble into your ear. Sometime during this his teeth find your shoulder, your flesh sporting a crescent shaped mark to show. You're not quite sure if it'll bruise. Probably.

"Had to work overtime." He says, the slightest bit of venom in his tone. "Again. Not happy."

At this you let out a small giggle. That's the second time this week. That must be why he came home so late last night. He never tried to hide his dislike for it. Instead of chatting with you, he simply went to bed.

The head of his cock presses against your entrance, slick with his own need. There's no resistance as he presses right into you, although he still gives you a moment to adjust. Nanami fits right in you, your pussy so tight and warm around him. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to how good you feel. He's had his fair share of partners, but they all pale in comparison to you.

His large hands knead at the flesh of your ass and thighs. He's always admired how soft you are; the curve of your breasts, your stomach, your hips. Even the harsh angles of your face, the way it twists and contorts in pleasure. To him, you were truly the most beautiful thing in existence. There's not much he wouldn't do for you.

He's always preferred to fuck you slow and deep. He could watch you squirm and writhe under him for hours if you'd let him. Nanami has never been one for quickies. Sometimes they're nice, but he always prefers to take his time with you.

Slowly he rolls his hips against yours. You inhale sharply, gripping at the sheets. His pace starts out a bit slow, but he leaves none of your sweet spots untouched.

The second you start to get a bit loud he pulls out, making you whine in frustration.

"Needy today, aren't we, love?"

You grovel at the pet name, hardly amused. "Just touch me dammit."

Nanami's relatively collected demeanor falters when you clench around him, pulling him back in. His fingers dig into your hips, his nails leaving little crescent-shaped indents in your skin.

"Oh fuck-" his thrusts grow erratic, "fuck! I love you I love you I-"

"I love you too!"

His fingers lace with yours. Momentarily he brings your hand to his lips, planting a kiss on your knuckles. The action is so slow and soft you're not quite sure if you feel it.

"I'm so happy I married you."

His free hand goes back to toying with your clit, harshly pinching the bud between two fingers before tracing circles around it. The movements are a bit erratic. He must be close. To stifle a groan, he leans forward, sinking his teeth into the junction of flesh where your shoulder and neck meet. Not hard enough to hurt, although it may leave a bruise. Some possessive feeling deep within him made him proud of the marks he left.

It's enough to send you over the edge. The dam has broken, the floodgates have opened. You cum around him hard, your entire body shuddering as you cry out. The neighbors certainly can hear. Noise complaints happen a bit too often for your liking. He groans as his own release paints your walls white. You feel so full.

Nanami pulls out slowly as to not spill any of his cum, taking a moment to admire his work, and the look of your fucked-out form; the red handprints on your ass, the nail marks in your soft flesh, the way your neck and chest blush along with your face. It makes him wonder how you'd look with your belly swollen with his child.

He'd have to do this more often.

Dramatically you flop down on the bed, chest heaving. A single drop of cum spills onto the sheets. He lays down beside you, taking a moment to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You'd be sore tomorrow. Your neck already sports red teeth marks, and half-faded hickeys. He presses a kiss to the mark, rather proud of his work. His arms snake around your body, holding you close to him.

Nanami has never been this much in love.

You're half asleep when he pulls away. It's almost time for him to head to work. Gojo needs his help with something, he's not quite sure what.

Gojo can wait.

He's tucking himself back into his boxers and getting out of bed by the time you turn around. If he notices you staring, he says nothing about it.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"I'm making breakfast."

[shkspr]

hi. on your post where you may or may not have ended on 'moffat is either your angel or your devil' did you have maybe an elaboration on that somewhere that i could possibly hear about. i'm very much a capaldi era stan and i've never tried to defend the matt smith era even though it had delightful moments sometimes so i wonder where that puts me. i'd love to hear your perspective on moffat as a person with your political perspective. -nicole

hi ok sorry i took so long to respond to this but i dont think you know how LOADED this question is for me but i am so happy to elaborate on that for you. first a few grains of salt to flavor your understanding of the whole situation: a. im unfairly biased against moffat bc im a davies stan and a tennant stan; b. i still very much enjoy and appreciate moffat era who for many reasons; and c. i hate moffat on a personal level far more than i could ever hate his work.

the thing is that its all always gonna be a bit mixed up bc i have to say a bunch of seemingly contradictory things in a row. for instance, a few moffat episodes are some of my absolute favorites of the rtd era, AND the show went way downhill when moffat took over, AND the really good episodes he wrote during the rtd era contained the seeds of his destruction.

like i made that post about the empty child/the doctor dances and it holds true for blink and thats about it bc the girl in the fireplace and silence in the library/forest of the dead are good but not nearly on the same level, and despite the fact that i like them at least nominally, they are also great examples of everything i hate about moffat and how he approached dw as a whole.

basically. doctor who is about people. there are many things about moffats tenure as showrunner that i think are a step up from rtd era who! actual gay people, for one! but i think that can likely be attributed mostly to an evolving Society as opposed to something inherent to him and his work, seeing as rtd is literally gay, and the existence of queer characters in moffats work doesnt mean the existence of good queer characters (ill give him bill but thats it!)

i have a few Primary Grievances with moffat and how he ran dw. all of them are things that got better with capaldi, but didnt go away. they are as follows:

moffat projects his own god complex onto the doctor

rtd era who had a doctor with a god complex. you cant ever be the doctor and not have a god complex. the problem with moffats era specifically is that the god complex was constant and unrepentant and was seen as a fundamental personality trait of the doctor rather than a demon he has to fight. he has the Momence where you feel bad for him, the Momence where he shows his humility or whatever and youre reminded that he doesnt want to be the lonely god, but those are just. moments. in a story where the doctor thinks hes the main character. rtd era doctor was aware that he wasnt the main character. he had to be an authority sometimes and he had to be the loner and he had to be sad about it, but he ultimately understood that he was expendable in a narrative sense.

this is how you get lines like “were the thin fat gay married anglican marines, why would we need names as well?” from the same show that gave you the gut punch moment at the end of midnight when they realize that nobody asked the hostess for her name. and on the one hand, thats a small sticking point, but on the other hand, its just one small example of the simple disregard that moffat has for humanity.

incidentally, this is a huge part of why sherlock sucked so bad: moffats main characters are special bc theyre so much bigger and better than all the normal people, and thats his downfall as a showrunner. he thinks that his audience wants fucking sheldon cooper when what they want is people.

like, ok. think of how many fantastic rtd era eps are based in the scenario “what if the doctor wasnt there? what if he was just out of commission for a bit?” and how those eps are the heart of the show!! bc theyre about people being people!! the thing is that all of the rtd era companions would have died for the doctor but he understood and the story understood that it wasnt about him.

this is like. nine sending rose home to save her life and sacrifice his own vs clara literally metaphysically entwining her existence w the doctor. ten also sending rose with her family to save her life vs river being raised from infancy to be obsessed w the doctor and then falling in love w him. martha leaving bc she values herself enough to make that decision vs amy being treated like a piece of meat.

and this is simultaneously a great callback to when i said that moffats episodes during the rtd era sometimes had the same problems as his show running (bc girl in the fireplace reeks of this), and a great segue into the next grievance.

moffat hates women

he hates women so fucking much. g-d, does steven moffat ever hate women. holy shit, he hates women. especially normal human women who prioritize their normal human lives on an equal or higher level than the doctor. moffat hated rose bc she wasnt special by his standards. the empty child/the doctor dances is the nicest he ever treated her, and she really didnt do much in those eps beyond a fuck ton of flirting.

girl in the fireplace is another shining example of this. youve got rose (who once again has another man to keep her busy, bc moffat doesnt think shes good enough for the doctor) sidelined for no reason only to be saved by the doctor at the last second or whatever. and then youve got reinette, who is pretty and powerful and special!

its just. moffat thinks that the doctor is as shallow and selfish as he is. thats why he thinks the doctor would stay in one place with reinette and not with rose. bc moffat is shallow and sees himself in the doctor and doesnt think he should have to settle for someone boring and normal.

not to mention rose met the doctor as an adult and chose to stay with him whereas reinette is. hm. introduced to the doctor as a child and grows up obsessed with him.

does that sound familiar? it should! bc it is also true of amy and river. and all of them are treated as viable romantic pairings. bc the only women who deserve the doctor are the ones whose entire existence revolves around him. which includes clara as well.

genuinely i think that at least on some level, not even necessarily consciously, that bill was a lesbian in part bc capaldi was too old to appeal to mainstream shippers. like twelve/clara is still a thing but not as universally appealing as eleven/clara but i am just spitballing. but i think they weighed the pros and cons of appealing to the woke crowd over the het shippers and found that gay companion was more profitable. anyway the point is to segue into the next point, which is that moffat hates permanent consequences.

moffat hates permanent consequences

steven moffat does not know how to kill a character. honestly it feels like hes doing it on purpose after a certain point, like he knows he has this habit and hes trying to riff on it to meme his own shit, but it doesnt work. it isnt funny and it isnt harmless, its bad writing.

the end of the doctor dances is so poignant and so meaningful and so fucking good bc its just this once! everybody lives, just this once! and then he does p much the same thing in forest of the dead - this one i could forgive, bc i do think that preserving those peoples consciousnesses did something for the doctor as a character, it wasnt completely meaningless. but everything after that kinda was.

rory died so many times its like. get a hobby lol. amy died at least once iirc but it was all a dream or something. clara died and was erased from the doctors memory. river was in prison and also died. bill? died. all of them sugarcoated or undone or ignored by the narrative to the point of having effectively no impact on the story. the point of a major character death is that its supposed to have a point. and you could argue that a piece of art could be making a point with a pointless death, ie. to put perspective on it and remind you that bad shit just happens, but with moffat the underlying message is always “i can do whatever i want, nothing is permanent or has lasting impact ever.”

basically, with moffat, tragedy exists to be undone. and this was a really brilliant, really wonderful thing in the doctor dances specifically bc it was the doctor clearly having seen his fair share of tragedy that couldnt be helped, now looking on his One Win with pride and delight bc he doesnt get wins like this! and then moffat proceeded to give him the same win over and over and over and over. nobody is ever dead. nobody is ever unable to be saved. and if they are, really truly dead and/or gone, then thats okay bc moffat has decided that [insert mitigating factor here]*

*the mitigating factor is usually some sort of computerized database of souls.

i can hear the moffat stans falling over themselves to remind me that amy and rory definitely died, and they did - after a long and happy life together, they died of old age. i dont consider that a character death any more than any other character choosing to permanently leave the tardis.

and its not just character deaths either, its like, everything. the destruction of gallifrey? never mind lol! character development? scrapped! the same episode four times? lets give it a fifth try and hope nobody notices. bc he doesnt know how to not make the doctor either an omnipotent savior or a self-pitying failure.

it is in nature of doctor who, i believe, for the doctor to win most of the time. like, it wouldnt be a very good show if he didnt win most of the time. but it also wouldnt be a very good show if he won all of the time. my point is that moffats doctor wins too often, and when he doesnt win, it feels empty and hollow rather than genuinely humbling, and you know hes not gonna grow from it pretty much at all.

so like. again, i like all of doctor who i enjoy all of it very much. i just think that steven moffat is a bad show runner and a decent writer at times. and it is frustrating. and im not here to convince or convert anyone im just living my truth. thank you for listening.

[batfamtv]

me after writing smut: is this who i am? is this who i represent? lmao i've never written smut until trese, i guess the thirst was too much, let me know how y'all like it! thank you so much for all your support, ily <3

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kambal x reader; established relationship

gif by @rasputinaillyanna (see their original gifsets here!)

sfw

the three idiots

seriously, alexandra feels like she keeps aging 20+ years whenever you three are together and goofing around

this is one of the reasons why you’re not allowed on the field with them, they’d get absolutely nothing done

that, and the twins simply wont put you in danger under any circumstances

alexandra also treats you like a sister (in law) and wants you safe, but can only do so much to keep you out of their lives since you still find ways to help them out

absolutely rowdy when you’re with basilio, you and him practically have a lot of inside jokes and a secret language

people would give you both weird looks when you’re out in public, just because you’re both so damn loud

with crispin you’re more mature (but not a lot), he does these grand gestures like taking you out on expensive dates, takes instagram/pinterest style pics of you

basilio also takes pics of you, but those are some of the most unflattering ones that he sends to your groupchat as memes

the ppl who arent familiar with your relationship with the twins are almost often confused when they see you with just the one twin: they’d think “huh i saw this couple a week ago, but i could have sworn the boyfriend had much shorter hair, it couldn’t have grown that long in a week, right?”

when you do go out with the twins, they flank you and you almost get squished in between them, so sometimes you have to push them both to the sides so that you would have space to move around

the three of you like to just chill at the mall sometimes, go window shopping and then eat samgyup/mang inasal later on

other times when you manage to drag alexandra with you, people would assume that you guys are on a double date, and alexandra has the ugliest/most disgusted look on her face as she corrects them “these are my brothers” “im gay”

in your groupchat (just you and the twins) crispin is the sweet, doting one who would text you “have you eaten?” “want us to pick something up for you on the way home?” while basilio sends you memes and selfies of the twins

they send you videos and pics of pets they meet “today we met brownie and blackie”

with regards to living arrangements, the twins have separate rooms (basilio’s is the messy one, smells weird)

when you moved in, alexandra offered you your own room, and most of the time that’s where the boys stay anyway

the bed is much larger than theirs because it needs to accommodate all three of you

you three try to cook meals for ate alexandra, but it almost always turns out disastrous - mostly when basilio insists on helping

so you always make him run errands (“can you go pick up some more garlic and magic sarap”) while you and crispin man the stoves

you braid basilio’s hair while crispin tunes his guitar!!

and you spend a couple of hours listening to crispin play the guitar, basilio’s head now resting on your lap

crispin’s movie taste are like *film* and *poetic cinema* while basilio might enjoy movies that are so bad they’re good, but you three are all suckers for superhero ensemble movies and horror movies

the boys become really annoying when watching filipino horror movies because they like to point out mistakes in the film “aswangs dont do that” “why would you go there all alone are you stupid???”

“please boys i just wanna watch the movie”

a huge cuddle pile

both boys run hot, so during cold nights (that never happen, bc you live in the philippines) you’re all warm and toasty between them

both light sleepers! they were pretty heavy sleepers when they were kids/teenagers, but the occupational hazard of their jobs require them to be ready at a moment’s notice

they still, however, snore quite loudly

crispin doesn’t ever tend to move positions when sleeping, he wakes up in the same position he fell asleep in

basilio rotates around the bed like hands of a clock

most often falls off the bed, but clumsily climbs back up and cuddles you

really really simpy when it comes to you, though most of the time it’s just you three sharing one brain cell (it’s with you, mostly), they can be quite romantic and cheesy if they want to

crispin probably has his brother as just “Basilio” on his phone, and “Y/N ❤️" for you

basilio has “my love ❤️😍😘💘 ” for you and crispin’s number isn’t even registered lol

nsfw under the cut

nsfw

threesome? threesome

boys barely do anything separately and usually just have a Single Thought in both their heads, so if one is horny, the other one is 69% (lol) horny as well

you realize that crispin doesn’t like to be teased at work, but basilio enjoys it so much

you find this out when you’re alone and horny, so you send a pic of you touching yourself to the boys in your groupchat

crispin sees it first, but doesn’t say anything?? he honest to god just left you on read

meanwhile basilio also sees your pic not too long after and you quickly get a “what the fuck” as a reply from him

like 10 mins later he sends you a pic of him in what looks like a washroom and his cock is straining in his pants

he texts you “had to find a washroom so fucking fast so that ate alex and the police captain doesn’t see me so fucking hard in my pants” and “wanna eat you pussy babe”

crispin does text you when the three are on their way home, not mentioning the picture you sent “we’re on our way home”

and at first you thought he is mad at you bc he didn’t bring the nude up?? does he not want you anymore :(

but the moment they arrive crispin all but sprints to your shared bedroom and sees you there, in your underwear

holds your cheeks in one hand, “what the fuck was that baby, hmm? what did you send us?”

you try to ask if he’s mad bc you sent him a nude, ask him if there’s anything wrong, but he just lets your face go as he takes his suit off, basilio finds his way to your room, locks it, and gives you a kiss

basilio whispers “missed you baby” against your mouth before moving away to undress

crispin, now fully naked in front of you, makes you suck his cock, which is hard and twitching, its tip leaking with precum, he makes you place both his hands on your head, “do you know how surprised i was when i saw a text from you and it’s a picture of you touching your cunt? hmm?” he sighs as he sees you looking up at him, eyes watering as you struggle to take all of his cock down your throat “i had to stop myself from getting hard in front of everyone, baby, basilio couldn’t even do that”

basilio huffs but the boys reposition you so you’re in bed and on your back, crispin kneeling to your side, his cock still throbbing in your mouth, basilio positions himself between your thighs, moaning when he sees how wet you are

basilio removes your panties before rushing to sniff your cunt, groaning in delight--you’re sure his eyes roll to the back of his head before he dives into your cunt

you moan into crispin’s cock and he grunts, shoving more of his cock into your mouth, now moving faster, “i really wanna cum down your throat baby, would you let me?”

you nod and he pushes his cock all the way into your mouth, your nose practically touching his groin and pubes

you gag, for a moment panicked as you try to breathe in, while crispin just eyes you, his cock growing ever harder when he looks at your face wet with tears and drool, he grabs your hair, softly at first, to make sure you’re okay, and when you nod crispin groans as he sets up his pace, groaning as he feels his orgasm building

basilio, meanwhile, is licking and sucking your clit with three fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, and when he starts to feel you spasming, a telltale sign that your orgasm is approaching, he pulls his mouth and fingers out and quickly replacing them with his fat cock

immediately, you and basilio both groan, your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel yourself so full of cock

basilio curses under his breath before taking your legs and resting them against his shoulders “fuck, y/n, im sorry i’m not gonna last long” “your pussy got me so fucking hard you tasted so good baby, you know how much i love your little pussy, right?”

crispin groans at this before he pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaning down to kiss you, he then moves down your neck and your tits, making sure he marks your chest

basilio whimpers and thrusts three more times before releasing a long groan, his cum exploding deep in your pussy “fuck baby you feel so good” he manages to pull out and you see his cock wet with his cum and your juices before settling beside you, panting harshly

you barely had the type to recuperate before crispin flips you on your stomach, making sure your face is resting on the pillows before he thrusts into you with a grunt

“fuck, still a tight little pussy after basilio rammed your cunt, huh?”

your eyes rolling, you couldnt do much other than hold onto the sheets and basilio’s hand, moaning loudly when you feel crispin’s fingers on your clit

“can you take one more, y/n? can your pussy take one more load?”

speechless, you nod, trying to grind your ass against crispin’s hips, but his hands on your hips hold you firm

he grunts approvingly, “good baby, take it deep in your pussy okay? and cum on my cock, baby, i wanna feel it”

you cum on his cock, almost violently, and twins groan at the sound of your moaning, and the sight of you spasming and shaking on crispin’s cock

a couple of deep thrusts later, crispin also cums deep into your pussy, his cum now mixed with basilio’s

crispin moves to get a washcloth to clean the three of you up, before all three of you collapse in bed, huddled together, basilio with his arms wrapped from behind--already falling asleep, you rest your head against crispin’s arm

“so, no more nudes when you’re at work?”

crispin laughs softly before pressing a kiss on your forehead, “unless your cunt is ready to take two cocks at once, no nudes when we’re at work”

[jonahlovescoffee]

Sunflower Field Confessions | J.M.

a/n: i will fight anyone who argues that jonah doesn't look like a prince in this pic :') also, i was listening to taytay's fearless album while writing this so the plot might be all over the place sorry !!! ok bye now that i've posted lemme just casually go on a writing hiatus , happy reading <3 (and also, a big fat thank you to @the-girl-who-cried-wolf and @randomlimelightxxx for hyping me up to finish this cheesy fic that i hate so much)

summary: you might not be part of royalty like Jonah was, but you were certainly the queen of his heart.

warnings: fluff and kinda sorta bad writing because i suck

word count: 4865

Upon hearing a rapid thudding of footsteps, the brunet prince turned to the direction of the sound just in time to see the girl he had been waiting for for quite some time at the sunflower field tripping over a stone and barreling towards him. He reacted quickly to stop her from plummeting onto the ground, wrapping a steady arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest on instinct. “Woah, woah, watch your footing next time. Don’t wanna ruin this pretty face you have now, do we?” He asked the girl who was currently in his arms, the teasing tone in his voice unmissable.

“Oh my gosh, I…I,” you stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence when your mind became a jumbled mess as your face reddened instantly at his indirect compliment. The crimson that dusted your cheeks vaguely turned darker when you realized how close you were to him. Shocked, you pulled away from his embrace, immediately missing his warmth (and the exquisite scent of him that reminded you of the finest herbs in town). “Work at the bakery ended so much later than expected and I was afraid you would’ve thought I forgot about our meeting and left before I arrived,” you blabbered, your nerves getting the best of you. “I’m so sorry for making you wait, your highness!”

Jonah frowned at the mention of the title. After years of knowing each other, your habit of referring to him with his royal status hadn’t changed one bit, no matter how close you had gotten with each other and it annoyed him. He loved being a prince more than anything, yes, but he didn’t like the fact that in your head, you always considered him as someone far more superior than you when you actually weren’t. To the others, maybe, but to him, you were his everything and the only one he swore to himself to protect with his life. If anything, that only proved that he was the inferior one.

Besides, he had decided long ago that he loved the way you say his name most.

“I told you, you don’t have to call me that,” he flicked your nose playfully, a familiar gesture that you’d grown so used to over the years. He seemed to never get tired of doing it to annoy you and well, you indeed found it annoying when you were younger but as time passed, it had become a symbol of your tight-knit relationship with him that most people would kill to have. “Plus, I’m the one who should be apologizing for not being able to hang out with you as often as I used to.”

“It’s totally fine, your—Jonah,” you changed your choice of words quickly when he shot you a glare. “Being the future King comes with tons of workload, I know. You have far more important things to do than spend time with…me.”

“Impossible,” he laughed and shook his head at your incredulousness. He threaded his fingers through yours mindlessly before starting to walk and you followed suit, trying not to get distracted by how nice his large hands felt enveloping yours. How on Earth does he manage to make your thoughts a mess with just a simple touch? You didn’t know, but you welcomed the unexplainable feeling all the same.

His voice knocked you out of your thoughts. “Who else is going to keep me sane, huh?”

“True,” you admitted, giggling softly. “Someone’s gotta remind you that it’s okay to put yourself first instead of the kingdom sometimes.”

“To be frank, I’m still having a hard time heeding to your advice,” he admitted sheepishly.

“I know,” your joined hands swayed slightly as you walked amongst the sea of sunflowers that bloomed so brightly as if each petal held a radiant memory. The meadow had a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun, you noted, just like the man beside you.

He could be anywhere else at this moment—busy studying law in the castle’s library, discussing politics with his father, courting remarkable princesses and duchesses—but he chose to be here, taking a pointless stroll in a sunflower field with plain old you.

He didn’t notice when you casted your gaze upwards towards his face, secretly admiring how effortlessly regal he still managed to look in casual clothes instead of his usual royal attire, his unruly brown hair on full display without the presence of his crown. You studied him closely, examining every inch of his side profile…and frowned when you saw the new eyebags under his eyes. You almost reached up to touch his face and trace them. Almost. “But it looks like I'm not doing a very good job at it because it looks like someone is insanely sleep deprived.”

“Yea…I might’ve not gotten as much sleep as I should this past month,” he shrugged nonchalantly like it was not a big deal. You sighed. He’s too selfless sometimes—okay, scratch that—most of the time it’s infuriating.

“You promised me that you’d take good care of yourself,” you said in an accusing manner. He turned to you to find concern written all over your features. The sight warmed his heart and he had to bite back a smile. You always care about him too much, in all the ways no one else did, not even his family members and…

God, he wanted nothing more than to kiss you to show how much he appreciated you. How much he loved you.

He could if he wanted to. Being in close proximity, your lips looked too devastatingly inviting, causing Jonah to wonder if it felt as soft as it looked, if he could claim it as his. Claim you as his, forever.

Jonah pressed his lips into a thin line, reprimanding his inappropriate thoughts about his best friend. You, however, mistakened his expression for annoyance so you added, “or at least try to.”

“I am, okay? There’s just too much on my plate lately,” he admitted sheepishly. “But I’m fine.”

“That’s exactly what someone who isn’t fine will say,” you nudged him slightly. “You’ve got anything to share with me, buddy?”

“It amuses me how one moment you’re all shy around me and calling me ‘your highness’ and the next thing I know you’re calling me ‘buddy’ and forcing me to tell you about my personal life,” he joked, earning an eye roll from you.

“Come on, cut the teasing and spill your problems to me already,” you whined pleadingly, dragging the last syllable, a childish trick of yours to attempt to get others to do what you wanted. Unfortunately, most people found it annoying yet Jonah never seemed to mind your ridiculous antics.

“Of course, I always do,” he ruffled your hair with his free hand, which you swatted away almost immediately. “Still have no idea why you haven’t gotten sick of me yet.”

I’d be the world’s biggest idiot to ever want to get rid of my crush—those were the words that were left unsaid by you. Your crush on him was your biggest secret after all. A secret that might threaten the precious platonic bond you both already had between each other. So instead of confessing your hidden feelings for him, you sent him a sweet smile that mirrored his and he took that as a sign to start reciting everything that had happened to him in the last month.

Being his most trusted person, he didn’t hesitate to confide every little detail of his life to you because unlike the others, you truly listened and never judged him for how he felt. You never interrupted him when he’s talking but instead you hung onto his every word, always listening to the entirety of his rants before offering genuine advice.

From the outside, it might look like he was an obnoxious spoilt prince who loved to talk about nothing but himself but in reality, Jonah was a man of few words, which was also one of the main reasons the prestigious women who his mother set him up with lost interest in him after not several, but one date. He was cold and closed off towards others (you had seen that with your own eyes so you knew that for sure), but with you, he was an entirely different person. He gladly shared with you every little detail of his life—his adventures abroad, his overwhelming workload and whatever juicy court drama he overheard the maids gossiping about—not just because he was comfortable with you, but mainly because he knew that you had been intrigued with the inner workings of court and what’s it’s like to live a lavish life as royalty since forever.

This time, Jonah told you about how badly his father wanted to hand him the kingdom but he couldn’t do that unless his son got married so too eager to play a matchmaker to help his son find the “love of his life”, the Queen started setting up dates for the poor prince every night. He found the latter absolutely absurd and a complete waste of time but he loved his parents too much to go against their will. That was how Jonah ended up juggling two things at once—running a kingdom and putting up with spoiled female royals who got on his nerves more than he’d like to admit.

“It’s not that bad,” you gave him a pitiful smile and squeezed his hand when he groaned frustratingly. You hated the fact that he had been seeing other girls but it’s not like he reciprocated their feelings so…you’re fine, you thought, but him not falling in love now didn’t mean that he wouldn’t in future. One lucky choice in girls made by his mother was all it took to accidentally knock him off his feet, his breath out of him…and his heart into the lucky girl’s hands. Simply put, the odds of him falling in love was thankfully extremely low but that didn’t mean it was entirely impossible. And if he did—when he did—you weren’t sure if you could deal with the heartbreak that’d definitely come along with it.

But that was something you would stress about another day.

“Dinners are fun though,” you tried to cheer him up. “Fancy food, fancy clothes and not to mention a fancy private dining hall with romantic lighting!”

“Yeah dinners can be fun if only the girls I’m dining with aren’t all such idiotic airheads with no personality whatsoever,” he complained and you hated yourself for feeling relieved. He shook his head. “Enough about me though, I wanna hear about your life. Anything interesting happened while I was gone?”

“Ummm, business at the bakery has been thriving, so that’s good and uhhh…” you trailed off, biting your bottom lip, contemplating whether you should tell him about the real highlight of the past month. You sucked in a breath as if the newly inhaled oxygen could give you more courage to speak. “Two boys have been sending flowers every morning to me. One even went as far as to ask me out on a date,” you blurted in one go.

You swore you saw his jaw clench for a millisecond. One blink and his tense demeanor was gone without a trace, replaced by his usual playful grin, which led you to believe that your eyes might’ve tricked you into seeing something that wasn’t there in the first place.

“Someone’s quite a catch in town I see,” he made a lighthearted joke but you hated it. You hated that it didn’t even bug him one bit that there were boys out there trying to win your heart; you hated that he was indifferent; you hated that he didn’t care the way you wanted him to, didn’t react the way you wanted him to.

You liking him doesn’t mean he’ll like you back, dumbass, you mentally scolded yourself for being a…well, a lovesick idiot. And not to forget an occasionally delusional one.

“Oh, shut up,” you prayed that you sounded unbothered enough to be passed off as unsuspicious and your disappointment (and a tad bit of sadness) couldn’t be heard from your voice. “It’s not like you don’t have the whole country of girls swooning over you.”

“We are not talking about me now, are we?”

“Ugh, go away, you’re being annoying.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t because you’re holding me too tightly,” he brought your joined hands into your line of vision to prove his point and sure enough, you were gripping his hand like you were afraid he’d slip away. You let go of it abruptly with a huff, turning away in mock anger (and also to hide your blush of bashfulness and embarrassment for the pet name he chose and being called out, respectively). Unbeknownst to you, Jonah immediately regretted what he said earlier for he realised that he didn’t want your hands to detach from each other’s when they’re obviously the perfect fit. “Hey, don’t get mad, I’m just curious as to who you’re planning to choose.” So he could do a thorough background check on said guy to make sure he’s a suitable match for you…

…and to see what magical qualities he possessed to make you choose him over Jonah himself. To make you give him the privilege of being the special someone Jonah had always wanted to be for you.

“Neither. They’re both not my type.”

“Then what’s your type, exactly?”

His question didn’t really come as a surprise to you--it’s normal for him to be curious since come to think of it, you realised that you never told him about this before and vice versa--yet that didn’t mean you were prepared to give him the honest answer.

Is there even anyone on Earth who actually has the guts to confess their love for someone who they aren’t sure felt the same way? If there was, you were definitely not one of them, that’s for sure. You chose your next words carefully since you couldn’t possibly tell him straight to his face that your type was him, a prince who you knew you had no chance with and make things awkward between the both of you right?

“Honestly, I don’t really know, ‘cause,” you avoided his gaze, focusing on the ground instead where your shoe-clad-feet were kicking bits of dirt into the air. You didn't have to be looking at him to know that he was listening intently though. “I’ve fallen in love only once in my life and it’s with a guy who…I don’t think likes me back so I don’t think I have a type when it’s always been him alone and no one else.”

Jonah could feel an astounding amount of weights crashing down on him instantly, shattering his heart and he could barely breathe. Is this what heartbreak feels like? He had no idea it could be this painful. All he knew was it‘s stupid, really, for someone as cold-blooded as him to feel the way he felt right now because of…love?…when he didn’t even flinch or bat an eye when he witnessed the brutal executions of criminals alongside his father.

It’s always been him—your words echoed in his mind repeatedly. Jonah didn’t know who he was, but he might be—no, he was—the luckiest guy on earth to have your heart and a fool if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“Jonah,” his train of thought crashed into a wall in an instant, the latter being the sound of your voice.

“What were you saying again?”

“I said that it’s terribly unfair if I’m the only one spilling my secrets out to you.”

“You kept the details so vague and didn't even mention his name so it’s technically not considered a secret!”

“And you haven’t told me what you want in a girl!” You retorted swiftly. “With how you closed off and curt you are towards them them, sometimes I can’t help but wonder if you’re secretly gay.”

“I’m certainly not gay, I can assure you of that,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “In fact, I have my eyes on someone in particular too--”

“It’s the Princess of Eldorra, isn’t it?”

Princess Gwenlyn--the heiress to the throne of one of the biggest kingdoms in the Southern Continent that Jonah’s father was nearly dying to form an alliance with through the marriage of their children; the princess whose name was spoken in nothing but awe and admiration by people throughout the lands about her remarkable beauty, her down-to-earth kindness--everything about her was deemed perfect by the public, including her love for the man of your dreams.

She could be seen latching onto him at every public event whenever she’s in the kingdom for visits to the royal family. Wherever he was, she was either standing awfully close to him or worse—with his hands all over him as if she wanted to tell—no, show—the world that he’s hers.

They’d make such a lovely couple! Ah, young love! They’re literally made for each other! Their kids would turn out so beautiful!

You heard the gossip, the hushed whispers among the older ladies on the street whenever the “young royal couple” came to town. You wanted to tune out the compliments, but you couldn’t, because there were too many; so you started to look for any sorts of hate towards them but there wasn’t any.

It was clear that everyone loved them and from the way he never pushed her away, maybe...he did too.

The thought of it made your heart twist in unimaginable ways.

“You don’t like her,” he stated bluntly, stopping in his tracks. Instinctively, you stopped walking too.

You didn’t expect him to call you out. Planning to lie your way out of this situation and realising that panic was probably written all over your face, you replied with a quick “no” and tried to recompose yourself.

However, one brief crack in your nonchalant facade was enough for Jonah to notice your blatant lie. “I’ve read enough faces to know that you’re not telling the truth.”

“Sorry to say that you’re wrong this time then,” you started to walk again. You never liked to talk about feelings because you knew yours was…pathetic, delusional and fucking meaningless when the one you fell for was somebody that was so far out of your league that it was a miracle that you were even here with him, getting interrogated by him about your thoughts on his potential betrothed. You didn’t know which direction you were walking towards, you just needed to put a distance between him and yourself.

Were you being dramatic? Maybe, but with how persistent he was to pry an answer out of you, you needed to show him how much you didn’t want to continue the conversation. Walking away was probably the most useless option one could ever choose but it’s the only thing you could think of at the moment. Yet Jonah, as always, wouldn’t back down until he got what he wanted.

“Oh my goodness, just admit it, you don’t like her,” you picked up your pace when you felt him walking after you.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Hey,” the grip he had around your wrist wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was enough to stop you from moving any further. “What’s wrong?”

You tried to ignore the way your skin was practically on fire from his simple touch. His hold didn’t burn but it sent jolts of warmth coursing through your veins, eventually making their way towards your heart, encasing it in a bubble of delicious heat.

You turned to face him, his soft eyes almost making you melt into a puddle right then and there. “Can we...not talk about her?”

“Why?” He asked but received no reply, so he added, “Y/N, you can tell me anything, you know that right? I’m your best friend...oh.”

A ghost of a smirk played on his lips as he suddenly managed to piece together the loose, mismatched puzzle pieces of what caused your sudden mood change. Best friends combined with sour feelings whenever someone else of the opposite sex was mentioned? That could only mean one thing. Still, he could be wrong but…there’s only one way to find out—by addressing the elephant in the room (or rather, in this circumstance, in the sunflower field).

“You’re jealous.”

“What?” A light shade of pink coloured your cheeks, which prompted him to take a step closer to you.

“You hate her being close to me,” another step. “You hate the way she gets to touch me freely anytime she wants while you have to hide in the crowd, pretending you don’t even know me,” and another. “Most importantly, you hate that I seem to enjoy her presence so much that it makes you think I might be in love with her.”

You stood rooted to your spot as he listed out everything you hated about their disgustingly sweet interactions in public, and got none wrong. You didn’t know whether to be embarrassed for your ugly emotions to come to light or pleasantly surprised that he seemed to be unbothered—delighted even—that you felt this way about him.

“Tell me, am I right, Y/N?” He stopped walking when his body was a hair’s breadth away from yours. Up close, you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes and honestly speaking, you wouldn’t mind staring and getting lost in them all day.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t. He was your best friend and best friends didn't actually have the privilege to do that, nor the right to romanticize everything about each other…unless one of you chose to take a step further but that was out of the question.

He hadn’t remained as your best friend since the beginning for nothing. He was part of royalty, the future King, for goodness sake, whereas you were merely an ordinary baker living in a small town who earned just enough money to pass your days. The fine line between friends and lovers was clearly not meant for either of you to cross.

You both worked well as best friends who met up regularly in secret, and it should stay this way for the best.

“You can be too full of yourself sometimes, prince,” you held your gaze steady as his emerald eyes bore into yours. You weren’t sure if you were hallucinating when for a fleeting second, you saw flames of desire flickering in them.

“Same can be said about you, my dear,” he reached up to cup your cheek, his hand much more calloused than what you expected of a prince and the stroke of his thumb was gentle, light, as if you were something fragile that he was afraid to break. For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. “You sure are naive for thinking that I can't see through every single one of your lies.”

“So what if you’re right? It can’t--won’t change anything now, will it?”

“Depends,” his eyes zeroed in on your lips. He had been wondering how they tasted for a long while. “Do you want us to change?”

“I...I don’t know,” you stammered, your mind filled with uncertainty. If it was up to you, of course you wanted to be the one who had his heart, body and soul, the one he called his, the special one to him in a sea of millions but...those were all the things the Law and your status forbid both of you to do. Even if your friendship blossomed into something more, everything would still end up in flames.

So with an apologetic smile, you removed his hand from your cheek. “But I do know that this is wrong. There shouldn’t even be an us in the first place, Jonah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat. “You’re supposed to find your ‘happy ever after’ with someone better, someone with a royal background maybe, not with a nobody like me.”

“God, Y/N, can you not keep thinking about what’s best for me for once, and consider what I really want?” Jonah was annoyed at your stubbornness to give in. You were the one who always reprimanded him for always not putting himself first yet here you were, dismissing your feelings for him because you thought he deserved better. How ironic. When he spoke again though, his voice evidently softened, the frustrated edge gone. “Because news flash, Y/N, I’ve loved you since day one and all I want right now and forever, is you. Not Gwen, not anyone the papers claimed I’m dating, just you.”

You were taught to be prepared for whatever that came your way in life. Your parents insisted on you helping out at the bakery at a very young age, intending to prepare you well for the day it was your turn to run the bakery on your own; you had told yourself constantly that the one you loved didn’t reciprocate your feelings, to prepare yourself for the oncoming heartbreak. But no one had prepared you for...this. He loves you. The Crown Prince loves you. If it weren’t for the fact you could feel the sting of the light pinch you gave onto the back of your hand, you would’ve thought that this was merely a wild dream that you’d eventually wake up from. “Jonah I...I don’t know what to say.”

“So don’t say anything at all,” he breathed, slowly leaning in...

Then he kissed you.

Nothing else seemed to matter anymore once his lips clashed into yours. The world faded away, until all there’s left was you and him in your own little bubble, lips parting only to meet again and again and again, until you forgot everything save for the taste of his lips, his mouth, his tongue and how soft his hair was when you involuntarily raked your fingers through it. You had always wondered if your first kiss would be languid and chaste as you slowly explore each other’s mouth, or quick and urgent as if the world was about to end. This kiss though, was everything in between and more, fueled by the fiery passion that was bottled up for years and the intention of kissing the eight letters into each other’s bones over and over again. I love you, I love you, I love you...

“I think I love you too, my prince,” you unknowingly whispered into the kiss and you felt him smile against your lips.

“You do?” He asked teasingly and with your arms hooked around his neck, you could only pull him closer to emphasize your point. “Mhm-hmm,” you hummed pleasantly when his lips found yours again. He still couldn’t get enough of the lovely sensation of your lips on his but he didn’t mind that. He never wanted to ever get enough of you anyway.

“Good,” he mumbled and God, you were perfectly content to stay like this with him forever, just you and him sharing secretive kisses in a sunflower field without a care in the world...

But is there even a forever for you both?

“Not even a day into this new relationship and you’re already starting to worry about everything,” he said when he broke the kiss and pulled away because he felt the change in your previously elated mood.

“How do you even know?”

“You’re actually a very easy person to read if one knows where to look.”

“I am not!”

“And not to forget very defensive towards every comment made about you.”

“Oh my gosh, Jonah, cut it out!” You groaned dramatically, earning laughs from the prince.

“Okay, okay. Anyways, about us, we’ll take it one day at a time, see where life takes us,” he took your hands in his. “It’s going to be tough but we’ll make it, I promise.”

“What if I’m not capable of withstanding the challenges?” It was going to be hard. The cruel world would definitely find a way to rip and ruin your relationship and...you just weren’t sure if you were prepared to face it.

“Then I’ll be strong enough to fight for the both of us,” he assured you, pressing a kiss on your hair. “I’m tired of having to keep my love for you a secret when our love is something that should be celebrated.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at his heartfelt sentiment.

“I won’t let anything get in the way of our happiness,” he squeezed your hands. “Do you trust me, my love?”

For what seemed to be the millionth time that day, you looked into his eyes. This time, they shone with nothing but love and determination, which made you realise that maybe things would be fine after all because you knew Jonah and how he never gave blank promises, said anything he didn’t mean or gave up easily on the things he had set his mind on.

This was going to be a wild, bumpy ride with him but...where’s the fun in life if it was smooth sailing, right?

So with a hopeful expression that mirrored his, you gave him your reply.

“I do.”

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Bakugo x Reader , Dabi x Reader

Reader has a siren quirk and has spent the past several years of her life as a captive being experimented on by "heroes" Now that she's out she needs protection and safe place to heal. Who will be the one to put her pieces back together?

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You tried and failed to lift your head. This should alarm you, but it was something you had unfortunately gotten used to over the past… how long had you been here? You couldn’t even say. Maybe a year, give or take? But it honestly felt like a lifetime. You could hardly remember your life before. Back when you had a life, friends, family, a promising future. Now you were nothing more than property to some secret fucked up government funded hell.

You spent most days in a drugged-out haze. They liked to remind you that it was your own fault. All you had to do was cooperate, now you had to face the consequences of your stubbornness. But those hazy days were by the far the best. Those days it was easy to let the darkness take you and dream about what your life would be like if you hadn’t ended up here. You can still see the soft smile of Todoroki as he helped you study. You could feel the warmth of Kirishima’s hugs. You could hear the quit mumbling of Midoriya as he scribbled in one of his many notebooks. You could smell the most intoxicating mix of smoke and caramel as you and Bakugo trained. You wondered what your friends where up to now. Did they miss you? Did they still think about you?

The other days though… they sucked. They were filled with needles and experiments. Always forcing you to use your quirk on some poor helpless person. Always trying to find a way to use your quirk without your permission.

Compliance was key. Just do what they ask, when they ask, and do it right. Any kind of mistake whether it was intentional or not was seen as insubordination. At first you tried to be sneaky about it, thinking that if anything they would just punish you. But you soon found out that they not only punished you, but the person you were meant to be using your quirk on. It was better for everyone to just submit.

You’ve always hated your quirk. People tended to avoid you, scared of what you had the potential to do. No one understood that just because you had the ability to do something, didn’t mean you were likely to do it. It wasn’t until you got to UA and finally made some friends that you started to appreciate you quirk.

They called you Siren… like the mythical creature. You could control and manipulate people using the five senses. If they looked you in the eyes you could see into their head, and their private thoughts. You could hypnotize them with just your voice. You could paralyze them if they tasted your blood. Your smell…. was quite the aphrodisiac. As for skin to skin contact, it helped you share and feel emotions and sometimes even pain.

None of that mattered if you didn’t activate your quirk though. You could live your life just like everyone else. You didn’t just walk around every day controlling people like puppets. It didn’t stop the fear that festered in the hearts of the public though. Your biggest mistake was deciding you wanted to be a hero. You wanted so badly to prove to everyone that you weren’t the monster they thought you were.

You could have lived your life off the radar. But once you took part in the sports festival there was no chance at that. Civilians complained about how you had a villains quirk, how you shouldn’t be allowed to walk the streets unsupervised, let alone be given a hero license.

So, when there was only one agency willing to give you a job after graduation you jumped on it. They told you, they planned to utilize you in most recon and interrogation missions. Which made perfect sense given your skill set. They were going to train you to be the perfect spy.

At first it was normal for you to be gone for weeks or months at a time, with no contact with your friends. They understood you had top secret stuff to handle and always looked forward to hearing your stories when you got back. But the longer you worked there, the sketchier the missions got. Tracking bad guys turned into tailing fellow heroes. Interrogating criminals turned into “persuading” politicians. The last straw though… they had asked you to start sleeping with targets. The ultimate honey pot.

You started to be more vocal about your disapproval. You should have known better.

Now this is your life. Strapped to a bed, drugged up, and used as they pleased. You almost always had on a blindfold and gag. Except for when you had to “work” you lived your life in darkness, you lived your life in silence, you lived your life in solitude.

Your neck itched and bled under your collar. The humiliating thing was what kept you under their control. It acted as a shock collar, a tracking device, and it also monitored and recorded all of your vitals. They have to keep you alive after all.

You heard the familiar buzz of the electric lock on your door, signaling that someone was about to walk in. You felt anxiety bubble up inside you. Just remember the rules. Just behave and you’ll be fine.

You could hear quick quiet footsteps step into the room and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. After all the time you’ve spent here you had gotten really good at telling everyone apart by the sounds of their footsteps.

“Shit, what did they do to you?”

You felt tears well up and your hands began to shake. You’d know that voice anywhere, even if it sounded strained and emotional. It was Bakugo.

Warm hands pulled your blindfold off, quickly followed by your gag. Your hands jerked in their restraints as you tried to reach for him.

“Hey, its okay we’re here now. But you need to calm down. Your heart beats all over the place. They’ll know something’s up.” His hand smoothed your dirty hair out of your face. You could see the pain and disgust painted on his face.

You wanted to say something. To thank him. Anything. But you were in shock. You were also terrified this was a trick. What if they were testing you? So, you just stared at him with glossy eyes as he continued to free you.

He made quick work of the rest of your restraints, leaving only the heinous collar. He gave you a sympathetic look. “This is going to hurt, and I’m really sorry about that. But I have to get it off before we leave.” He cupped your cheeks in his hands, “Are you ready?”

Without breaking eyes contact you nodded silently. This was the first time someone has willingly made eye contact with you in months. You could almost drown in his vermillion eyes.

His hands moved from your cheeks to the collar on your neck, “One… Two…” Without waiting for three, as impatient as ever, he set off several small explosions that busted the bulky metal collar to pieces, but not without burning a thick ring around your neck.

You winced in pain, but you still made no sound. It was like there was still some part of you that was scared to break the rules. To speak without permission. Before you could even start to think about how messed up you were, Bakugo was scooping you up. He sprinted through the door and was racing down the halls. You wondered why there were no alarms going off. This seemed to easy. This had to be a trap, or maybe a dream. You felt yourself start to shake in his arms.

One of his hands wound through your hair. “Hey it’s okay. We’re almost out. The others are waiting for us. I just need you to keep your shit together for a little while longer okay.”

Before you knew it, he was kicking a door down and all the sudden you were outside. You gasped as you felt the cold rain hit your skin. You blinked in surprise at how bright it was, despite the fact that the sun was hardly even up yet.

A van screeched to a halt in front of you and the door slid open just in time for Bakugo to jump in. “WE’RE GOOD! GET US OUT OF HERE!”

The door slammed shut and the Van lurched forward.

You were now sitting in Bakugo’s lap clinging to his shirt as silent tears slid down your cheeks. You could hear the voices of Todoroki and Kirishima coming from the front of the van, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. You just clung tighter to Bakugo and continued to sob.

“I don’t know. She hasn’t said a word since I found her. I think she’s in shock.” His fingers tangled in your hair while the other hand rubbed circles on your back.

At some point you must have cried yourself to sleep. When you woke up you were in clean clothes, curled up on a soft couch.

You could hear voices coming from somewhere behind you.

“I know I don’t like it either, but we don’t really have any other options. We have no idea who’s on what side. Outside of the people here right now, who can we honestly say we trust enough to protect her?” You had never heard Midoriya sounds so rough and defeated. “She’s in no condition to look after herself and we can’t help. Not right now.”

You could hear pacing behind the couch, “You weren’t there. You didn’t see what they were doing to her. It was…. Sick a-and twisted. I say we take them down and ask questions later.” Bakugo only stuttered when he felt helpless, which wasn’t often.

“Bakugo you know we can’t do that. They may borderline evil, but officially on paper they are heroes. It’s a hero agency after all. If we attack that makes us villains, best case vigilantes. Both of which result in us ending up in Tartarus.”

“Okay and? You’re trying to hand her over to villains anyway!” You kept your eyes closed as Bakugo leaned over and pulled a blanket over you.

“I don’t know if I would consider my brother a villain. At least not anymore.” Todoroki sounded tired. “Ever since we… reunited… we’ve had a don’t ask don’t tell policy. But I keep tabs anyway. He’s still shady, but he’s not working with villains anymore. If anything, we have more in common now than before. He’s my brother but he’s also a dick. He doesn’t really care about heroes and villains anymore. He just doesn’t like people in general.”

You stiffened. Were they talking about Dabi? Why would they trust him? Wasn’t he one of the villains that kidnapped Bakugo?

“You say he doesn’t like people, so why do think he’ll even help?” Bakugo was making his way around to sit on the end of the couch, gently moving your feet into his lap. He seemed to calm down once his hand found your calf.

It was quite for a while before Todoroki sighed, “Because unlike the rest of you… my brother and I know what it feels like to be an experiment. He won’t let anything happen to her. Villain or hero, he doesn’t care. He has no rules or code of ethics to follow. He’s our best option here Bakugo and you know it.”

You couldn’t take this anymore. All these guys sitting around deciding your future as if you weren’t sitting right here.

You slowly sat up, pulling your legs away from Bakugo. You blinked as you looked around the small room. Todoroki and Midoriya were sitting as a large wooden table that was littered with files and paper.

You blushed when you realized everyone was looking at you now, yet the silence persisted. Were they waiting on you to say something? You cleared your throat and winced at how dry it was. “Oi! Get her some fucking water, would you?”

You nodded your head in thanks as Midoriya handed you a bottle of water before taking a seat on the floor in front of you. “Listen y/n. None of us can even begin to try and understand what you’ve been through the past few years. It might be a while before you are ready and that’s okay. But when you are, please know we are here to listen and help in any way we can. Any information you can give us on what happened, what they are doing there, will be helpful in making sure we take them down.”

You nodded as your grip tightened on the water bottle. They wanted information. But what information could you possibly have that could be helpful. You spent almost the entire time drugged, blind, and chained to a bed. Your heart began the thud against your chest at the memories.

Bakugo was quick to scoot over. He didn’t touch you, but he wanted you to know he was there. “Hey it’s okay. Like he said. No one’s asking you to say anything right now.”

Todoroki grabbed something off of the table in front of him before strolling over to hand it to you. “Here. I noticed you are having some difficulty speaking. Given what you’ve been through it’s not really a surprise. So, you can use this to get your thoughts out. Whether they be private or not. It might be good to just get things off of your chest.”

Again, you nodded as you took the leather-bound notebook from Todoroki. You flipped to the first page and traced the empty lines with you hand. You opened your mouth to say thank you but were shocked to find that you couldn’t make yourself do it. You hadn’t been allowed to speak in the labs. Not unless given permission, which was hardly ever.

You glanced around to the other men, gesturing with you hand that you needed something to write with. Of course, Midoriya, Mr. Takes notes on everything had several pencils in his pocket.

You wrote the following:

Thank you. For everything. I didn’t think anyone was coming for me. I don’t know why I can’t speak, but it’s probably because of the rules.

Bakugo read over your shoulder as you attempted to show the other two men. “Rules? What rules?”

You sighed and gripped your pencil tighter to the point of almost breaking.

I will not look anyone in the eyes without permission.

I will not speak unless spoken to.

I will not touch anything, or anyone without consent.

I will do as I am told without resistance.

I will remember this is the consequence of my actions.

You turned the notebook so they could see and you could feel the tension rising in the room. You almost jumped out of your skin when Todoroki’s phone chimed.

He quickly walked away to answer it, giving Midoriya a nervous look as he did.

You turned to look at the angry man sitting next to you. His eyebrows furrowed and his fists were clinched. Finally, his eyes left the notebook and met yours. “Hey I just… I just want you to know I’m sorry.” You gave him a confused look, but he pushed on not waiting for you to question him. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize something was wrong. I’m sorry I couldn’t find you sooner…I- fuck- I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

You went to put your hand on his shoulder but paused right before you made contact. He growled as he gripped you hand and put it on his shoulder for you. “You aren’t there anymore y/n. There’s no more rules.” His fingers found your chin as he guided you to look at him. Your eyes widened and you gulped. “I don’t know how much of that conversation you heard earlier. But I promise I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I’ll check in with you as often as I can. If Todoroki says we can trust him… then I guess we’ll just have to trust Todoroki.”

You tried your best to give him a reassuring smile, but in all honesty it felt more like a grimace.

Todoroki walked back in shoving his phone in his pocket. “Okay he’s on his way. We have probably about fifteen minutes. Let’s get ready to move.”

[smutbymia]

Would you write try to write a Johnny x reader x Mark where she's Johnny's girlfriend and he has nipple sucking kink? Something like she's asleep and starts to wake up when she felt someone suckling on her nipple and she's thought it was Johnny, so she let he keep suckling and rans her fingers into his hair for some time but when she opened her eyes, she saw Mark sucking on her nipples while Johnny is watching them?

For mark, there were a lot of positives and negatives when it came to being Johnny’s roommate. The best part about being Johnny’s roommate was the fact that his parents had gifted him the apartment and so rent was mere pennies in comparison to other places in the area. The worst part was that because the apartment was technically still Johnny’s, the dude had almost no boundaries.

Mark was used to it for the most part. He had walked in on many steamy make out sessions his roommate was in the middle of. He’d seen it all — almost. Kissing, groping, even some undressing. He’d usually just tip toe to his room and try to act like he never witnessed a thing but this time was a bit different. You and Johnny had been dating for a few months now and things seemed to be different with you.

You had all gone to school together and so Johnny seemed to be a bit more cautious about fooling around in Marks presence. And since you were a year older than Mark, he had always had a certain level of respect for you as his senior who had tutored him here and there throughout the years. Overall he approved. You were smart, kind, and so pretty that he would even get flustered around you sometimes. Johnny would often tease him about it after you left the apartment.

He was a bit shocked when you and Johnny had started dating but seeing you together made him realize that it was a combination that simply made sense. You and Johnny had always been friends and when romance started to blossom the both of you bravely fell into a relationship that was going well so far.

Mark was halfway out of the door one afternoon when he got a text from Jaemin telling him that class was cancelled and inviting him to come hang out at his dorm. Of course Mark would have loved to accept but truthfuly he was way behind with his schoolwork and so he declined politely and instead marched right back into his room, hoping to make good use of the rest of his afternoon and night by being productive.

A few hours later he heard you and Johnny arrive in the apartment. He had been meaning to come out and say hello since he first heard the familiar sound of keys shaking in the lock of their front door, but he was so caught up in his work after finally making a breakthrough with his studying. He shoved his headphones over his head and continued scribbling math formulas across the pages of his notebook, falling into a trance-like state.

When Mark finally snapped out of it about an hour had passed. He slipped his headphones off his head and was met with silence. He shrugged to himself figuring you had both left and headed out of his room. He could hear the faint sound of a movie playing on the living room television as he approached the kitchen. When he arrived, he was shocked at the scene playing out in front of him. A bowl of popcorn rested on the counter next to you. You were seated on top of the counter with Johnny standing between your legs.

Johnny had been his typical handsy self all evening but when you both went to get popcorn from the kitchen he had playfully lifted you up onto the counter and had pushed your shirt up to your chest to capture your nipples between his fingers before pulling one into his mouth and suckling. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive buds as he alternated between each one before settling on one after awhile and humming against your skin. Your head fell backwards against the cupboards and your eyes fell shut momentarily, enjoying the way his mouth felt all over your body.

Mark couldn’t believe his eyes. Sure, he knew Johnny had a thing for boobs and had seen him grope numerous different sets of them over the years on their living room couch but he had never seen his friend so consumed by a particular task the way he seemed to be consumed by the act of suckling your nipples. And your tits. Wow they were beautiful. The way you softly groaned whenever Johnny would stick his tongue out and —-

Shit! Shit, shit, shit. Your eyes fluttered open and met Marks. He seemed to be so caught up in the moment that it took him a moment to realize he looked just a tad creepy standing there and watching until he saw the expression on your face go from totally blissed out to totally panicked. Johnny was oblivious and reached up to massage at your free breast as he continued sucking, increasing the intensity of his mouth and pulling a loud moan from your lips. You swatted at his shoulder, and he released your nipple with a pop from his mouth as you frantically pulled down your shirt.

“N-noona, I — uh,” Mark stuttered. He backed out of the kitchen looking embarrassed and turning slightly red. Johnny turned to Mark at the sound of his voice.

“Oh,” he said nonchalantly when he realized why you had made him stop.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t — I mean I didn’t mean to.. I’m g-gonna go back to.. my..,” Mark said as he clumsily grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and all but ran back down the hall to his room before shutting the door behind him and resting his back against it.

“Fuck,” he sighed to himself. He was beating himself up for being so ridiculous. He shut his eyes, feeling exasperated. But of course the first thing that popped into his mind was the image of you with your legs spread and chest rising and falling as johnny massaged your breasts.

Mark groaned again before opening his eyes and shaking his head. He walked further into his room and froze when he caught his reflection in his floor length mirror. Luckily it wasn’t obvious, but he was certainly very aware of the bulge rising in his jeans.

“Aw, dang...” he complained as he reached down to palm himself through them. He rushed back to his door, opening it just a crack and listening intently. He could hear you and Johnny casually mumbling about the movie. He closed the door softly and flicked his lights off before crawling into his bed, feeling very ashamed of what he was about to do next.

You were seated in the living room trying to focus on the film but felt uneasy. You snuggled up to Johnny’s side before you tilting your head up to look at him. Johnny was watching the movie like it was the best thing he had ever seen. You watched as his eyes crinkled at the sides when something on screen made him laugh.

You nudged him. “Are you sure we shouldn’t check on him, I mean I feel really bad!” you said. Johnny was slightly caught off guard by the sudden statement.

“No it’s fine, trust me,” he said before diverting his attention back to the screen. A few minutes passed before you spoke again.

“But he looked so flustered. He was turning red almost. I think he must have been really uncomfortable!” you said with a look of concern on your face.

“Yeah I’m sure he was uncomfortable alright. He’s probably beating his dick as we speak,” Johnny joked as he put some popcorn into his mouth.

“Stop, Mark is a sweet kid—“ you began.

“Kid? You guys are barely even a year apart,” Johnny laughed before turning his head to you and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Still,” you began as you snuggled back into Johnny’s side, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” Something in Johnny’s brain clicked.

“Festinger’s theory of cognitive dissonance,” he exclaimed. You furrowed your brow in response. Johnny did this sometimes. He was a psychology major after all.

“Huh?” you mumbled.

“It’s a theory that explores the inner conflict people experience when their thoughts, beliefs, and actions aren’t in alignment with each other ,” Johnny muttered as he slid his hand under your shirt and along your skin. He squeezed softly at your chest before dragging his fingers back and forth across your nipples.

You moaned softly. “I’m not following,” you confessed, still unsure what the theory had to do with you wanting to apologize to Mark.

Johnny giggled as he tugged at your nipples and watched your back arch away from both him and the couch.

“You view Mark as some sort of kid in comparison to you,” he began. “Maybe it’s because he’s inexperienced, or quiet, or a bit awkward around you cause he thinks you’re pretty,” he continued as he played with your body like a toy. You moaned softly under his touch. The movie was long forgotten to you but Johnny still had his eyes fixed on the screen.

“You guys are closer in age than we are but you both act like you aren’t. And so, you’re experiencing inner conflict,” he finished.

“W-why would that make me feel conflicted?” you said through breathy moans.

“Before I can answer that question, you have to answer mine first,” he said, sprinkling kisses along your neck. You let out a soft groan in response, urging him to ask whatever it was that he wanted to. You weren’t ready for the next words that left his mouth.

“Did my baby enjoy it? Making another baby flustered?” he said in a low whisper.

You gasped as you felt electricity shoot through your body. Johnny laughed. He didn’t need an answer. He knew very well that something inside of you must have been unlocked.

If he wasn’t so confident and comfortable in your relationship he may have been a little jealous but hey, he was a psychology student after all. Human behaviour was very interesting to observe and he had a theory of his own he wanted to test.

Mark was fresh out of the shower and laying in bed when there was a knock at his door. You had already left the apartment but he still felt a bit weird about facing Johnny so Mark had stayed in his room.

“I ordered pizza!” Johnny yelled from behind the door. He didn’t wait for mark to respond before he walked off to go dig in.

Mark hesitated as he got up from his bed. He was starving, though. Which is what led him to that kitchen in the first place. The images flashed across Marks mind again. It would have been enough to turn him on all over again but he already came twice since he walked in on the both of you a few hours ago.

The first time was when he rushed back to his room. He sat up on his bed and shoved the corner of his pillow in his mouth to muffle his own moans as he jerked at his length over and over again with the image of your tits and blissed out expression in his mind. He sat there quietly, spilling all over himself and his bed sheets as his hips bucked uncontrollably in his dark room.

The second time was in the shower where he routinely jerked off. He finally felt empty enough after and much more clear headed.

He was feeling guilty as hell but that didn’t stop him from marching towards the smell of pizza. He figured It would be okay since you weren’t around. And it was at first.

“Y/n was totally freaked,” Johnny exclaimed, chuckling to himself. The two boys were watching some sort of basketball game on TV. Mark almost choked after hearing Johnny’s words.

“Shit, I wanted to apologize but I just—“ he started.

“She liked it,” Johnny interrupted. He glanced over at Mark, mischief in his eyes as he munched on a slice. Mark froze.

“Wait what?” he asked, baffled. Johnny broke out into laughter.

“H-hyung, stop teasing me. I already feel guilty,” Mark said. Johnny was still laughing when he dropped the remainder of his slice of pizza back into the box.

He dusted off his hands and rested one on Marks shoulder.

“Hyungs not teasing you,” he said, softly mocking Mark and speaking in the third person.

“She totally freaked because she liked it. Looks like the crush you have on my girlfriend isn’t one sided after all,” he said. Marks eyes went wide.

“D-dude? I’m really sorry I swear I didn’t mean to. I don’t want to come between you guys or anything I just-“ Mark started rambling apologetically.

“No offence but I don’t think you could steal her from me, even if you tried” Johnny joked before continuing, “but if you’re really sorry you’ll help me with something”.

“Something that I think you’ll have a lot of fun doing. Just be ready. I hope you aren’t a heavy sleeper,” he finished. Mark felt nervous. He had no idea what Johnny was getting at.

A few days had passed and Mark had succesfully avoided you. Whenever you were back at the apartment with Johnny, he was either in class or out with friends. Honestly, you were a bit nervous after everything that happened. Johnny had uncovered something that you had no idea was even a thought in your head. You felt a bit guilty but he seemed to take it really well. Almost too well.

Everything was normal between you two. You were staying the night like you often did when you felt the familiar feeling of Johnny playing with the hem of your shirt. You always wore loose clothing around him for this very reason. You were very used to him taking a nipple of yours into his mouth in the middle of the night whenever you were cuddled up next to him in bed.

Your eyes fluttered as you fumbled around with the shirt before feeling Johnny’s mouth meet your chest. He dropped a few kitten licks across your nipples, making your core heat up.

You groaned, roping your hands into his hair and pulling him against your breast, making him latch his entire mouth to your sensitive bud. You moaned softly.

“More... I need more,” you whined. You gripped tighter at his hair when you heard a high pitched mewl escape from the lips of whoever the fuck was attached to your chest because you knew straight away that wasn’t a sound that could ever leave Johnny’s mouth.

Your eyes flew open, first settling on Johnny’s figure at the end of your bed. He had his hand buried in his sweatpants and was stroking at his length with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You gasped as you looked down to see Mark. His soft lips rubbed against your skin. His eyes sparkling eyes fluttered open and met yours as he moaned softly again.

“Noona, Johnny made me—“ he tried to say with his mouth still attached to your nipple. The humming of his voice made your head spin as it sent shockwaves through your body. You shook slightly before letting Marks name slip from your lips. The sound alone made him harden in his pants. Johnny got closer, until his mouth was latched against your other nipple and your head fell back against the pillows on his bed as both boys snuggled against you.

You felt tugging at your shorts. Johnny was trying to get them off. You lifted your hips in response as you felt him drag the material down to your thighs before giving up. Your panties followed and soon you could feel his fingers circle around you clit achingly slow, winding you up. You circled your hips to meet every movement of his hand as you felt wetness pool between your legs.

After a few minutes of painful teasing, you felt johnny release your nipple from his mouth and then Mark. The boys whispered between each other as Johnny continued to keep you distracted by making his fingers run through your folds, gathering your juices.

You watched as he lifted his fingers towards Marks lips. The boy hesitated briefly before letting his mouth fall open and wrapping his lips around Johnny’s fingers and sucking them clean.

You groaned as you watched the boys together, bonding over their desire to please you.

“Touch her,” Johnny mumbled as he slipped his fingers back out of marks mouth to continue circling at your clit. You felt marks fingers prod softly at your hole before he let them glide into your entrance, rubbing your insides in all the right places. It didn’t take long before both boys had overstimulated you. With Johnny’s fingers picking up speed on your clit, and marks fingers hitting your g-spot while the both of them assaulted your nipples, your orgasm came crashing through your body. Their names spilled from your mouth.

As you came down from your high, Johnny’s lips met yours in a passionate kiss. Mark was still suckling softly at your nipple, eyes closed, in a state of relaxation.

“Look at him,” Johnny whispered against your lips. “I think he’s falling asleep and he hasn’t even cum yet,” you said. You nudged mark awake as his eyes fluttered open.

“Mark, are you okay?” you asked sweetly. The boy looked up at you as if you were everything to him — with stars in his eyes. He nodded. Johnny pulled at his chin, guiding him until mark hovered in front of your face. He froze, somehow feeling nervous.

You bridged the gap quickly, pulling him towards you and capturing his mouth in a soft kiss. As expected, Mark was polite and respectful towards both you and Johnny. He relied on you to make the first move and control the pace. You begged for access to his mouth, letting your tongue softly brush against his as you felt him melt into your touch.

Johnny was asleep, mouth still on your nipple when you pulled away from Mark.

“Does he always fall asleep like that?” Mark asked in wonder as he looked down at his hyung resting so peacefully against your naked chest.

You nodded. Mark yawned and moved to get out of bed but you pulled him into you as well.

“Don’t leave,” you cooed. You watched him turn softer as he shrunk into your side, closing his eyes and going back to swirling his tongue around your nipple. You roped your fingers through his hair the way you knew he liked. He was definitely about to have the best sleep of his life.

[black-dragon1998]

Dream come true

Summary: Christen and Tobin meet reader in a park practicing soccer. from than on their story stars.

recuest:  hey! I have a request for uswntxreader. Can u make it fluff? In this reader is a foster kid and has just turned 18. One day when they were 14 and practicing alone, Preath saw them and then over a period of time they grew closer. One day during the practice the team knew that they were getting a new player but didn't know who. So reader walks out and the first thing that happens is that Tobin jumps on them and Chris getting all excited. The reader goes 'Moms!! ' and the team goes what!!! So then they explain it to everyone and then practice starts. Thanks..

@alex-rusell​

Autor note: This is not been prove read and i came up with it on the spot so is most likcly sucks. sorry in advance.

You had been in foster care ever since you were eight years old. Your parents had died in a car crash and you had no relatives that could take you in so you ended up in the foster system. You had gotten through six families by the time you were fifteen. Every time it was something ells that made end up back in the system. They would get a baby of their own, one lost their job ore couldn’t support you anymore, those were the descent reasons to return you. Other families were just in it for the money they received and you were nothing more than part of the furniture or a punching bag for the father of the house.

 This caused you to retreat into yourself and focus on the one thing you loved to do, football. You would often sneak out to go practice by yourself and improve your skill. Sometimes when you had seen the USWNT on the television you would dream of becoming part of it but you knew that was nothing more than just a dream.

The first time that dream became a bit more reachable was when you mett two players of the National team while you were practising in the park.

 Tobin and Christen had gone for a long walk on their day off from national camp when they came across a beautiful park. The two of them wanted to be away from the rest of the team for a while, the teams teasing working on their nerves.

As they walked they noticed the park was empty except for a girl playing with a ball on a patch of grass. Both soccer players decided to watch her for a bit to see if she was any good. I was happy that they did when the girl kicked the ball high up in the air and then bicycle kick it into the trunk of a nearby tree to make it bounce back to her.

“That was amazing!” Tobin yelled, not able to contain her excitement. Causing you to look up at your spectators. Christen slapped her girlfriend on the shoulder but was also smiling. You just stared at them like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to do. Even with their sunglasses and baseball caps, you recognized them.

OMG, those were Tobin Heath and Christen Press that were congratulating you. Internally you were freaking out giving them the time to walk closer to you and pick up the ball that had rolled passed you the moment you caught them staring at you. As they came closer you saw they were still smiling but you couldn’t form any words.

“you are Tobin Heath and Christen press form the woman national team.” You state the obvious but it was the only thing coming out of your mouth. Both women had to smile at your shy voice recognizing them.

“that we are. So now that you know are name want to tell us yours.” Christen asked when she was close enough that she didn’t have to shout. This made you freak out more.

“Christen Press wants to know my name, this had to be a dream.” You rambled not even noting that they were standing next to you.

“(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N).” you introduced yourself sticking out your hand to shake, remembering your manners. Both women shook it was Tobin started to dribble your ball on her foot.

“well (Y/N) it’s nice to meet you and I have to congratulations you on the nice finish.” You blushed under Christen's praise.

“Yeskid that was totally awesome. Mind if we pitch in for a little, it would be so cool if we could play with somebody as good as you.” Tobin exclaimed kicking the ball to you, which you caught with ease. Who were you to turn down the opportunity to play with two players from the national team.

 After that day you saw Christen and Tobin more and more. they became the rocks that helped you weather the storm, the people you could always rely on when you had a bad day. Christen always answered when you called her and Tobin always send you memes that made you laugh and brightened your day. They became your second mothers even if they didn’t try to be.

 They helped you get through high school and pestered you into applying for college and an apartment when you turned 18. They happier than you when you told them you got into MIT. Next to soccer engineering was your second passion. They were there when you discovered you were gay and never loved you less because of it.

 One night after your classes had ended you got a call from the National woman soccer coach asking you if you wanted to come to camp. Just like that first day of meeting Christen and Tobin you were speechless. After he repeated himself you quickly said yes, jumping up in the air hoping he couldn’t hear it.

“Great I let the team know you will be joining them,” Vlatko said.

“wait! Could it be possible you keep it a secret? There are a couple of players on the team I would like to surprise.” You ask Vlatko, knowing it would be hard to keep this from your moms. Vlatko no stranger to the team's antics agreed to keep your identity a secret and that he would call your school to let them know you would be going need more time for your assignments.

After the call ended you immediately started packing for the trip, sending your moms a text to wish them good luck on their camp. Normally you didn’t lie to them but you wanted to surprise them.

  Christen, Tobin and the rest of the team were sitting on the football field. Just before practice started Vlatko had informed them that a new player would be joining them. This caused everybody to speculate and guess who it could be. So while Vlatko was getting the new players the rest of the team was listing every possible player while Tobin and Christen just huddled together with Ashlyn and Ali.

“you think (Y/N) is alright. Last time we talked she sounded distracted.” Christen asked turning to Tobin, who looked down at her girlfriend.

“she is probably fine babe. Probably neck deep into her next project. “ Tobin tried to reassure her girlfriend knowing how invested you got in everything you loved. As the waiting continued the excitement of the team grew. Eventually, Vlatko emerged from the tunnel calling everybody to attention.

“team as I have mentioned earlier a new player would be joining us. So to not longer leave you guys hanging.” Vlatko says while stepping aside revealing the young player.

Christen and Tobin gasped.

“Hey, moms.” You call out while waving at them. The rest of the team watched in confusion when Preath started running toward the new player.

“Did she just call them mom?” Kelley asked out loud, looking just as dumbfounded as the rest.

You are immediately engulfed in a hug by the two women and can’t help return. Looking up you saw the rest of the team watching you, causing you to retreat into Christen and Tobin.

Taking your hand Christen to lead you back to the team to introduce you.

“girl I would like you to meet (Y/N). she is the one we have been telling you about.” Tobin introducing you to the team. Ever since they had met you they had talked about you to the team, even though they had never met you the veterans knew how much Preath loved you. Christen and Tobin couldn’t stop talking about there girl going to MIT.

Turns out you fitted in amazingly well and then when Tobin told them about the amazing bicycle kick you did on that first meeting, the younger players practically demanded you to show them.

Doing something familiar made your nerves calm down and you only concentrated on Christen and Tobin as you kicked the ball up high.

The team held in their breath as they saw the ball coming down and you standing with your back to the goal and kick the ball right into the upper right corner.

 After that, you got swarmed by the whole team who were congratulating you and the younger players begging you to teach them all the while your moms just watched you with a smile.

This was better than any dream you could have had as a kid and you were so happy you met your moms.