#the uniform...it is speaking directly into my brain

[dietmountaindewbae]

DILF ALEX PLEASE 🙏🙏

xxvi. teach me, teacher

alex turner x reader

word count: 3091

summary: Watching Mister (Early The Car!) Turner walk around class made you feel in a daze, hoping that one day he'll give you a valuable lesson. 

warnings: sp*nking, age gap, slapp*ng, a bit of v*olence, male dom.

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The bell rings, and the class is dismissed but you stay until you finish, focused on the details of each trace of your pencil. These past few weeks have been stressful, finals were soon, and the teachers were exploiting you with millions of projects and exams. But the only class you felt like you had things under control was during drawing class, in today's lesson with Mister Turner, you took your time to trace your pencil lines with black marker and some color. You were lost in oblivion when you suddenly heard the heavy door shut close.

"Still here?" Says Mister Turner coming inside with his second cup of black coffee.

"Sorry... I'll be done in a bit Mister Turner" Your soft voice made his ears ring, and his eyes couldn't escape you. Your hair under your ears, your big doe eyes, and long eyelashes, your pink lips, and cupid's bow, the little beauty spot on your chin like a little kiss, and his eyes rubbed down your soft bare legs, that little skirt in your uniform left plenty for his imagination.

Then, out of nowhere, your eyes cross, in the blink of an eye he goes back to grading more papers while you keep drawing. Your heart skipped a beat, and he shuffled in his seat, feeling a drop of sweat running down his forehead, that little scare made his heart jump.

Mister Turner was a nice teacher to everyone, but recently you were falling behind, you had to take your time with each drawing, and he often was right behind you telling you that you should be working faster for the semester you're in. All you wanted from him were his little notes in your papers congratulating you, and now all you got from him was his notices. When he walks into a room, his big voice makes everyone's heads turn, you always follow him with your eyes wherever spot in the class he is standing in when he moves his hands to try to physically explain something that only in his brain was drawn out perfectly, the way he crosses his arms as he speaks or when he puts his hands on his hips as he's explaining any subject at all, he had a way with words no one else had, you knew that he was blessed with some magic or ability no other man had, you often thought about him.

You were needy for his attention but you were too scared to talk to him, whenever he came to check up on you, all you could do was nod and pray for him to accept your work, that's all you ever wanted, that's all you ever needed. And when he leans in closer to you, you cling to his smell of black coffee and strong cologne, you often lose yourself as you look at the chain that hangs on his neck, looking at it bling.

You hear the pen on the paper grading, and you raise your eyes to look at him, and you catch his eyes stripping down your skirt and rubbing his eyes down your legs. His pupils dilate at the look of your eyes and he drags his eyes back to his papers, pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt as if as though he had exposed one of his weaknesses, one of his guilty pleasures, a secret. He could feel a string of tension begin to rise, many questions in his head, but only one way to solve them.

He stands up from his desk, the heel of his boot clashing against the wooden floor, standing next to you, "Hope you're doing the work that you own me" He says very quietly, almost as if he wished his voice was part of the wind that blew against the windows.

"I don't think I owe you anything," You said, looking at him directly, and confidently.

"Last time I checked, you did" He drawls and slowly walks back to his desk, and you put your pen down

"Well, if you let this one slide then I won't tell anyone that you were looking at my legs," He turns and looks at you with big eyes, a subtle smile crawling to your corners, and you put your things back inside your bag, "I'll see you on Monday" Your fingers brushed your hair back, and he jumped out of his chair as he sees you approaching the door.

He chases you feeling the rush of blood in his ears, "Wait" His arm stretches closing the wooden door before you even try to leave, "You're not gonna say anything, are you?" You stayed quiet, looking at him through your lashes, he sighed, regretting ever revealing the truth, he had no care about what the principals or counselors had to say, what he was deeply concerned about was what you had to say about his twisted and cheeky little perverted secret, "I promise I won't do that again" He says it like a promise, but it didn't feel like one.

"I never said I wanted you to stop," You whispered to him, his big brown eyes blinked slowly as the look in your eyes engraved on his, "Now if you don't mind... I-" You tried to open the door, but there was no need to say anything else when it was clear what he wanted from you.

"You should finish your homework, then you're free to go" You turned on the heel of your shoe, and walked back to the tall table pulling your things out of your bag to keep working.

Mister Turner had watched you bloom into an ungodly magnetic girl, always sitting in the back, quiet, and beautiful. Something stirs inside him whenever he sees you putting on your lipstick and brushing your hair, whenever you sit cross-legged and he's able to see a little bit of your thighs. When you came back to school with your hair cut to your chin, he couldn't stop looking at you as you worked, admiring how your hair fitted and framed your face so perfectly, your big eyes took all of the attention.

Now, you both were alone, based on the words you said he decided to test how far he could go, compared to his hand on your shoulder whenever he congratulated you when you turned in good work, or when your fingertips brushed as he thought you how to solve your questions.

With his hands on his hips, he's determined to stand behind you as your hair reveals a little bit of your nape, "Maybe you should trace that line again,"

"Which one?" You asked with innocence.

He takes a step forward, pointing his finger to the line while his other hand lands on your back, his index and middle right on the clasp of your bra, you're eyes light on fire as his gaze turns darker.

"I liked what you did with your hair... looks pretty on you" You smiled as you tried to hide the redness in your cheeks as he dragged his fingers up your back to caress your hair.

"Thank you" You don't utter another word as he keeps playing with your hair, pretending to be way more invested in your homework than his hands on your hair. He catches onto that, taking a step behind you, he tears his hand from your hair, and you try not to act on it, still pretending to be distracted but he could feel how your body yearns for more.

His hand lands on top of yours, taking it away from the table, and putting it in your belly, sliding it down until it's in between your legs, pressing down on your weak spot, you unconsciously rubbed your legs together but he pressed his crotch against your ass, the bulge on his pants heavy and hard, you rubbed yourself against it.

"You can't pretend you don't want some of it" His hand that was on top of yours now slides down inside your panties, his fingers spreading your wetness all over your cunt, "You're crying for more" Your pencil dropped to the floor as he slowly begins to grind his hard-on against your ass, bending your back so your little holes can drool for more. Your voice didn't make a sound but your face and your body were arching for more, "Tell me that you want it" He says, waiting for your consent. He pressed your cheek against the table, pushing his hips closer to where you needed him, "Stop acting like a dumb fucking cock warming whore" You giggled at the things he has called you.

"You really want me to say that, Mister Turner?" You said with a smile on your face, he took his hands away from you, feeling as though he had made a massive mistake, you turned to look at him right in the eyes, rubbing your thighs together, "But what happens if I don't?"

He catches on to your games, and that little playful smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know, "You want to learn that lesson?"

"You're my teacher... teach me" You smirked, his lips hungrily kissing your mouth, his tongue eager to slip inside your lips, crashing against yours but he took over you so easily that you instantly melted into his arms and hands that gripped your short hair so tightly, into his roughness, you were delighted to do so.

He tossed you back onto your table, raising your skirt and spreading your legs open, his hand in between your legs, dragging your panties down to your ankles, "Arch it" His hand pushed your hips down so you were completely exposed to him.

"Is that the way you like it?" You tease, turning your face to look at him, watching his hand stroking his cock very softly. You played around with him, wiggling your hips just to tease him.

You didn't expect him to hit your bum with his rough hands, sliding his fingers inside you testing how wet your walls were, "I see you like learning the hard way, I gotta repeat meself over and over until you understand"

"Until I understand what?" You joked.

"You're in my class, you follow my rules" A laugh bursts out of your lips, causing him to flip out on you, hitting you harder than the first time, you hissed and he kept hitting you and slamming his hand against your flesh harder, pulling your hair back, each time he hits you, a tear rolls down your cheek but more wetness drips down your thighs, something you couldn't understand. All your fantasies were coming true, "You understand who's in charge right?"

Your legs and arms shaking, he turns you over to face him, whipping a tear from your cheek, squishing your cheeks together, nodding your head to tell him you understand, "I'll do anything for it" His little evil smirk spreads across his lips as he sees your almond colored eyes sparkle beneath his touch.

He grips your hips tightly, smothering his lips against your mouth, pinching your cheeks together, and ripping apart the kiss, "There are no other better words" He bends you over against the table, kicking your feet to spread open your legs, grabbing a fist of your hair, the tip of his slippery head right in between your thighs, teasing you slowly until you couldn't help yourself anymore, you stupidly tried to grab him and let loose, he pulls harder on your hair, sticking a slap right across your face, "I told you to not play around like that, you think this is funny?" He spat into your ear, slowly easing himself inside you.

Your teeth bite your lower lip and hum as he gently drags back his dick and slides it back inside your little hole, his fingers in between your legs going in circles, but as he pulls his hips back you can feel your walls tightening around him, begging him to stay inside you, "Oh my fuckin'- please... just please... I need you" You cry out miserably trying to convince him.

"Toughen up, I don't wanna hear a single noise coming' out of that mouth, you understand?" You nod your head as a tear rolls down your face, waiting impatiently for him to fuck you senseless, the anticipation getting the best of you, "You're drooling for more..." He teased your entrance, coating the head of his cock with your juices, "Didn't know you were like that..." Your name rolls out of his tongue like glory, and it sounds deathly and precious.

He eases his way inside you, your breathing gets stuck in your nose, and you try to keep up with the way his hips collide against your bum slowly at first, but with each moment you drag your hips back at the same time as him, he went deeper and deeper, and your legs started to feel it, you felt something burning inside you, something that tingled away in between your legs, and you were oozing for more, for something that put an end to it.

Your body tensed up as he suddenly grabbed a fast and hard pace, you could feel his skin burning against yours, digging his nails into your thighs, tearing and bruising your skin, there was no better pain, no other man that you ever desired. His fingers slipped inside your mouth until your throat closed, a burst of saliva coming out of your mouth as you pushed his body away from you.

He burst into laughter as you try to catch your breath, "What the fuck is your problem?" You gasped for air, "That was-"

"Too much?" He says with a smudged smile, "Thought you wanted me to teach you, you're not up for it anymore?" The cheeky tone in his voice mocked yours perfectly, you knew what this was all about.

"No, it's not that-"

"Oh come on, I knew you weren't serious, always laughing at me like I'm some sort of joke, and now you come here with all of this crying and whining, God! You can't handle anything" Your eyebrows frown together, "Don't look at me with those eyes" All you wanted was to scream and spit into his face all those vile words on your mind, but your tears ran down your face, the anger causing your insides to fire up and evaporate through tears. He set all of that fire at first glance.

He drags you closer to him by the elbow, "You can't say you don't feel what I'm feeling right now" Your nose reddened, his intentions just as clear as his writing on the chalkboard, he wanted you to fight for him "If you want me to be yours, I'll be part of you in any way you want... but just do it now, because I want you" Your arms around his neck, he kisses your cheek tasting your salty tears. But he was on top of you since the beginning, and like the man he is, nothing is really good enough for him, "I said I would do anything for you and I will, just keep me" You blinked your eyes slowly, his arms dragging your body closer to his.

His hands flew across your face, a spank of wind drying up your tears. He bends you over against the desk, hearing the weakness in your voice and the need for him had his mind so fixated on you, this fight had stopped and now he felt like the winner, he liked the triumph and the fulfillment of feeling your body twist and bend just the way he wanted, and you felt happy he could feed of your body like a vulture.

Your body relaxed as his arms hugged you close, lips on your neck, nose in your hair, not a single noise coming out of your lips, your mind was off wondering how long it took him to end you. His body smashing yours repeatedly, you looking at him through the crack of your neck, watching his eyes turn black, "You're enjoying this, you can't hide nothing from me" Your eyes closed tightly as you can feel him forcing himself deeper in that tight space, "You love when I get all mad on you, don't you?" Your cheeky smile burst onto the surface, he had caught you since the beginning, but he didn't want to fight anymore, there was no need for that. He can feel his heart palpitating so fast at the look of your pillowy pink cracked lips, his hands running down your soft hair, your body rocking against his so nicely that it makes his whole body vibrate, he's at a loss for words, so he wraps his arm around your waist, grabbing your hand and closing shut your mouth as your eyebrows push together and your walls began to contract and he pushed himself deeper inside feeling you burst like bubblegum, and your walls began to slowly ease up as your body gets covered with little flickers of electricity.

His eyes feel heavy as he smothers his cock in all your wetness, his gasps for air humming your name, playing around with your clit, and you were so sensitive and he couldn't get enough, but you were willing to handle more just for your man. His body was slowly losing balance and he grunted and you could feel him sliding outside of you so easily, feeling something warm splash into your inner thigh. That last warm breath of lust breezing your cheek.

"Here" He whipped down your thigh, and you adjusted your panties and your hair, and as you turned around, he pulled you close to him, giving you a gentle and caring kiss on your head. Your hearts warm up to each other instantly, "You did great, me darlin'"

"Thank you" That's all you needed to hear from him. He didn't call you by any other thing but his.

A/N

This was a special one, dedicated to my girl, my real, my best friend, and ofc thank you anon for your request but this was like two birds in one bullet sort of thing. She's my number one fan, and I gotta thank her for reading all of this, and for making me feel good about telling her about this, I thought I would take many things to grave but turns out, she's taking some of mine and I'll be taking some of her's, because that's what love is.

I lob u 😈💋

[tigerwolfproductions]

You’re challenged by Bookworm Becky!

Superheroine Wordgirl wants to battle!

My “as close as I can get to Pokemon” style is back! ... and just as confused as before.

Ah, the official Pokemon style. It changes with every generation, has confusing shading techniques in some gens, and I just kinda had to go with “the best I could manage” again XP (pretty proud of Bob’s tail flame though! That was tricky to do).

Moving on from my artist woes, it’s Becky and Bob Botsford and their secret identities of Wordgirl and Captain Huggyface! Been on a Wordgirl kick recently and since it came directly after a Pokemon kick, well, my brain inevitably crossed the two over. My brain also decided that it was enough of a masochist to want to take another crack at Pokemon style(ish), so here we are! I think the lineart has improved for the most part for human characters; I definitely felt more confident making Becky/Wordgirl! I actually based her off Shauna from XY... Not sure what urged me to do so, but I guess it worked so I ain’t complaining, haha.

Posing was actually tricky. I was originally going to put Becky in a bit more of a cutesy pose, but actually decided against it. She’s Becky Botsford, mild mannered ten year old. I figured, why not make the contrast between her and the Wordgirl pose all the more apparent? Ya know, put all her energy into the bold super-identity! So that I did, though I will say hands pointing at the screen is not a fav of mine to do at the moment, lol

As for Bob, I honestly didn’t really think of many difference there’d be between him and a regular Monferno, but I did add a couple of extra hair tufts to the back of his head. They’re there to represent the front hair tufts he has in the show :3 And of course he’s gotta be eating something, so I looked around and found a berry that would work for him. Not that he’d discriminate against most other berries, but I wanted one that made sense in some way, so a Shuca berry it was! They halve the damage from a super-effective ground-type attack, and have a “spicy-sweet-smooth” flavor chart and with Monferno being a fire type, I figured that spicy part worked out.

Speaking of, it actually took a moment of my time to brainstorm through what Pokemon to make Bob. It had to be a monkey, but what kind? First, there was the point of what type to make him, so I watched a few Wordgirl episodes and happened across a fight between him and Leslie and basically slapped my forehead because a doi- Fighting type for his ability to do Karate! So with that narrowed down, I tried to go through my memories for what monkey Pokemon were fighting types. Passiman came first, but they’re a bit too big for Bob to be. The Mankey line doesn’t quite fit in with his body type or nature, so I had to forgo that too. Then I remembered the fire-fighting starter monkey that made an obvious fit: Monferno! Which also works out because of course a ten year old would have a starter Pokemon as a main partner, and Monferno also shares the blue and red that Captain Huggyface’s uniform has.

Becky/Wordgirl wasn’t too hard to redesign outside of doing it in (the as close as I can get to) Pokemon style. The hardest part of Becky was the skirt thanks to shading, but I think I managed something decent. Second place actually goes to her book bag though. That main button was harder to nail down than I thought it’d be... As for the charms, I thought they could be a cute nod to two main things about her- the secret identity and her love of unicorns, which I figured would translate into a love of Ponyta/Rapidash in the Pokemon universe. Especially the Galarian forms, haha.

On the Wordgirl side, there was a bit more I decided to add. Most of it was dedicated to making her uniform feel a little bit more Pokemon-y, so I added some extra details to the boots and gloves then added pouches to her belt. The goggles were technically a part of that too, but also just because I like the idea of her one day adding them to her uniform (maybe one too many times of getting random goop in her eyes would make her consider it lol). I definitely like the results- I think it makes her look a bit like she’s wearing some sort of space hero outfit :D

As for what exactly this AU would entail, I’d like to think it wouldn’t change much from the main show. Becky lives in a city somewhere in Unova, living her daily life as a regular trainer that goes to a quaint little school with her partner Pokemon, Bob the Monferno (that’s totally normal to have as a starter in Unova; please ignore the part where she should have a Unovian starter). But in her secret double life, she takes on the odd supervillains in her city as Wordgirl, alien superheroine with a perfect vocabulary! But I do imagine Captain Huggyface would get to do more with his moveset of Ember, Close Combat, Mach Punch, and Focus Energy, (Becky unfortunately slacks a little on Pokemon training) as well as an appetite that rivals a Snorlax.

... Wow I rambled about my process. Well, thanks to anyone who read through it all; y’all have a nice day/evening!

[tartarduck]

NXX as otome isekai male leads

It's been a while since I read OIs, so please feel free to correct any inaccuracies to the plot. This is just for fun and has been stewing in my silly little brain for a while so please do send me asks/replies if you want to add on! (and do note: it's definitely incomplete :')) more in the last few dot points)

Spoilers ahead!

Luke as Joseph (I Am the Real One)

A knight who's known the Keira (the FL) for a long time (need I say more?)

Has a friendly rivalry with her as the vice-captain of the knights (lukerosa totally went head-to-head against each other in every exam as the top students in their grade)

One of the only people who stood by Keira even as she was executed for treason. He believed in her in every timeline, even after everyone else turned against her

Bonus: had to go shopping for fancy clothes because he only ever wore his knight uniform (i'm looking at you and your questionable wardrobe there, luke pearce)

Artem as Ruediger Winterwald (The Villainess Flips the Script)

(full disclosure, i have not caught up with this one for a while..!)

A stone-cold appearance with a heart of gold

Emotionally repressed because his childhood, and is bound to family duty (oh i want both him and artem to live for themselves a little more!!)

Bought a bunch of jewelry for Judith (the FL) but she just dismissed it as him being nice (early artemrosa much... oh hang in there pre-relationship artem, you'll get there one day)

Now the biggest difference between Artem and Ruediger is that Ruediger will bulldoze his way through any issues he encounters because he's a Winterwald. He's just being blunt. Artem, on the other hand, will overthink everything -- he's not the type to speak his feelings so directly.

The truth is, I think Artem is the ML that i would say has the most similarities to a lot of OI MLs, but off the top of my head, I really can't pinpoint one that's exactly like him.

Marius as Heinrey (The Remarried Empress)

(Starts off as) the second prince of a neighbouring kingdom

Pretends to be a womaniser and purposefully destroys his reputation but he's actually a schemer and also did it to make his older brother look better (this is precisely why i didn't put any other playful prince-type ml here for marius. it's HIM. it's both of them!!)

It's the younger ML thing I swear, but he's calculative, but also so innocent. Look at his pleading eyes!

Bonus: has purple eyes (yes that counts. just look at how they're shaped!! their eyes look similar i SWEAR)

Vyn as... ???

I WILL EDIT this as soon as I find one but oh my god I've scoured the depths of my OI library and I CANNOT for the life of me find one with an ML who's similar to Vyn.

They are either (1) too obsessive or (2) too playful WHERE IS THE BALANCE

Please!! Vyn simps.. if you know of one PLEASE let me know !!

[barbiewritesstuff]

Trash Stache

-- My writer’s block has been terrible to me these last few days but I wanted to get SOMETHING out and into the world. Sorry if it’s terrible, I tried 

Tw. NSFW, eating out, gendered language and Glen Powell’s moustache 

Taglist: @mavswife @unsurebuttrying @dempy --

“Does it really look that stupid?”

You didn’t really know what to say. It was a trash stache like any other, but somehow, on Jake it made you question why it had gone out of fashion in the late twentieth century. He looked good with it, he looked fun. He looked less like the jackass he usually was. Or maybe that was due to the tan and the longer golden locks that were cascading down his forehead. He looked casual. And as much as you secretly liked how he looked in the uniform, post-holiday Hangman brought on some sinful thoughts you usually managed to keep buried down. Or maybe that was the problem. You could bury these thoughts down, and you had done so effectively that they had dropped down from your brain directly between your legs. 

“It doesn’t look bad” You said

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?” He asked. 

You paused, happy he couldn’t see your smile through the phone. Jake didn’t call often, and especially not at night, but the two of you had gotten closer after the uranium plant mission. Him waking you up so late, or rather so early didn’t feel strange. You didn’t expect it to be about the moustache though.

“Jake… Why are you so bothered about the moustache anyway?”

“Can I come over?” 

“No. It’s three o’clock in the morning, you woke me up. It’s not my fault you’re feeling insecure about your pornstache, let me sleep” Is probably what you should have said but when the words fell out of your mouth, you found that they sounded suspiciously like “Yeah, sure” 

Jake was at your door in ten minutes flat. 

“I don’t think it looks dumb” He stated. You had turned on a lamp in the kitchen, drowning the room in a weak yellow light. Jake had gone out with the team for a few drinks, and apparently Rooster had spent most of the evening laughing about the trash stache. You stifled a laugh at the irony.

“Then why do you care what he thinks?”

Jake looked at you and pursed his lips. 

“This is probably TMI” He warned “I haven’t gotten laid in a while. Every girl I’ve flirted with has gone home with Rooster and I’m starting to think it’s the moustache” 

You laughed, “I think Rooster just knows how to use the trash stache better”

“Trash stache? It’s not a trash stache. Rooster has a trash stache, yes. I do not” He pointed a finger at you menacingly, you laughed again. Then, raising an eyebrow, he asked “What do you mean ‘knows how to use it better’?”

“This is definitely getting into TMI territory now” You chuckled nervously.

You hadn’t meant to bring up your history with Rooster. The words had fallen out of your mouth before you had even realised it, a fact you were starting to regret now.

“No, go on. You started the thought, you finish it”

“Fine” You pinched the base of your nose and closed your eyes “Do -- Do you eat girls out -- when… -- when, you know”

“No, why would I do that?” He scoffed. You didn’t know why you had asked. Jake hardly seemed like the kind of guy who would sleep with a girl for anything other than his own pleasure.

“Because it’s nice, Jake” 

“Look, I’m not picking up a girl just to be nice, okay -- hang on, how do you know Rooster eats girls out?!”

You stared at him for a second. When the penny fell, Hangman’s mouth opened and his eyes widened. Despite his best attempts at speaking, no sound came out. 

“It happened once -- or twice” You tried to explain. 

“Twice? You slept with Rooster twice”

“Ish…”

“Ish?!”

“He ate me out twice -- since he grew the stache”

“Wow… All this time, I thought you were in my camp, you were actually playing for Bradshaw, huh?” Jake seemed genuinely shocked for a second.

“It’s not like that” 

“Then what is it, princess? You guys fuck buddies?” He asked. His voice dropped a little lower than before, became a little more menacing, and his pupils dilated. He moved towards you with slow steps, standing tall. 

“We haven’t slept together in a while, I don’t know why it bothers you so much, I -- what are you doing?” You asked as Jake dropped down to his knees. You backed away but your body hit the cold surface of the fridge door. Hangman grabbed one of your thighs and trailed long, wet kisses down the inside. You prayed your legs wouldn’t buckle.

“I am going to show you that Rooster does not know how to use the ‘trash stache’ better.”

His fingers slipped underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing with a frown

“Is this Rooster's?” He asked, tugging at the hem. 

“An ex-boyfriend’s”

“Did he eat you out, Babygirl?” 

The nickname sent another wave of arousal to your core. 

“Jake” You sighed. He hadn’t even started anything on you, and yet the mere image of Jake Seresin kneeling in front of you, his mouth inches away from your clothed pussy was enough to make you moan. 

“You’re pathetic” He said as he looked up at you. He was right and if anyone else had spoken to you that way, you would have kicked them out faster than they could have apologised. With Jake though, you almost wished he would have applied the same bite that he had used in his voice to the inside of your thigh. 

He brought down your biker shorts and your underwear in one smooth movement and let them drop to the floor. The sight of you made him groan. Jake leaned forward to gently kiss above your slit. When you whimpered, he brought his mouth down again and sucked a hickey into your skin. Without warning, he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder. You steadied yourself with the handle on the fridge, the cold plastic contrasted so well with the heat you felt where Jake was touching that it made you almost dizzy. 

Hangman was still looking up at you when he parted your lips with his tongue and licked a thin strip of your arousal. His moustache tickled against your skin in a way that only added to your arousal.

“You taste fucking magnificent” He groaned. You dropped your head back against the fridge as Jake repeated the action, slower this time, savouring the effect his torture had on you. You involuntarily bucked your hips against his chin and he tutted.

““Look at me,” he demanded. When you didn’t obey immediately, he slapped your core, sending a shockwave through your body. Your head shot forward to look at him.

“I asked you to look at me”

You hadn’t been aroused when Jake had called, and certainly not until he dropped to his knees in front of you, but when his tongue vanished inside of you for a brief moment, he resurfaced, his chin slick with your juices. 

“So fucking wet, Baby” He peppered slight kisses against your clit and you whimpered

“Such a good girl” He moaned ”Tell me what you want”

“I want you to slap me again”

Jake didn’t move

“I want you to slap me again, Daddy”

His mouth left your pussy. His warmth was almost immediately replaced with the cold sting of the spank and you moaned. With no warning other than the shuffle of the fabric of his shirt, Jake fit two fingers inside you. He buried them to the knuckle. You moaned and closed your eyes at the stretch. It felt so right and yet so wrong. The pain almost made you cry, but when he removed his fingers you pouted.

“Listen when I talk. I asked you to look at me. If I have to ask you one more time, Babygirl, I’m going to have to punish you.” 

His other hand fumbled to unbutton his trousers and free his cock. He gave himself a few strokes before shifting a little so you could see what he was doing. You mewled pathetically at the sight of his rock hard cock, a pearl of precum already shiny at the head. 

“Maybe another time, Princess” Jake winked “Shall we start?” He asked, his hot breath hitting your bud in the most delicious way. Your pleasure-addled brain barely had time to wonder what the hell he had been doing to you if this was what it felt like when he hadn’t even started. Jake’s lips captured your clit and sucked gently, allowing his tongue to graze over your sensitive bud. His fingers started moving in and out of you, taking care to curl against that sensitive spot you somehow never managed to find. 

“Did Bradshaw make you feel this good, baby?” Jake asked against your skin. You might have been annoyed that he seemed unable to keep his mouth shut if the movement didn’t make his moustache rub against your sensitive area. 

The knot in your stomach began to tighten. Underneath you, Jake was thrusting his cock into his hand at increasing speed. Suddenly, he stopped and groaned, earning you another sharp suck on your clit. 

“Did you just cum?” You managed to ask

“Shut the fuck up” He grumbled against your crotch. He flicked his tongue against your bud and you saw stars. Then, he licked you again with gentler strokes of his tongue. The feeling of his ministrations coupled with the image of Jake orgasming that was replaying in your head sent you further on your way to orgasm. 

“I think I --”

“Shit you’re so tight around my fingers”

He thrust his fingers into you a little faster, hitting your sensitive spot every time. His tongue swirled against your clit.  

“Oh Jake, just like that”

“Come on Babygirl, show Daddy how good he’s making you feel.”

“Fuck” You screamed as your core tightened around his fingers and your vision clouded with pleasure. Jake moaned into you, sending vibrations against your already oversensitive clit and your legs almost buckled. He fucked his fingers into you through your orgasm, only stopping when you moved a hand down to still his hand. 

“Did he make you cum this hard, Babygirl ?” He asked between pants, a smirk planted on his face. You could only imagine what you looked like at that moment. A fucked-out look on your face, eyes glazed over and half naked in the dim light of your kitchen. Jake laughed a little. After the way he had turned you into a pathetic, moaning mess, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off his face.

“You came fast” 

You looked at him. Jake had evidently been careful to cum into his underwear, as evidenced by the large wet patch on the red fabric of his boxer shorts, but as you looked, something caught your eyes. 

He stood up, shooting you a glare. 

“Look, if you’re going to make fun of me --” 

Jake stopped as you ran a finger against his leg, picking up a fat droplet of thick, white cum and licking it off of your finger

    “You missed a spot, Daddy” 

[acupofqueercoffee]

“Forevermore”

Unohana Retsu x Female Reader

21.04.2023 — happiest of birthdays to the mother of all mothers 🥳🎂 she’s turning 1200+ years old today 🥹🫶🏻

something short, simple and sweet. it would be an insult to my status as a hopeless unohana simp if i couldn’t even wish her a happy birthday with a written work of mine. it’s still about 23:40 here where i live, so thank the archon i’ve made it! though barely :3

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“A little birdie told me it was your birthday today, so I brought you a little something.”

No welcoming comes your way as you are left to watch the unbothered back of the Captain while she leisurely sips her tea. Only after has she emptied the cup does she put it down and stand, measuredly making her way towards you.

She stops directly under your nose, so close to your body that you can feel the ghost of her breath on your neck.

“Well, what is it that you wanted to give me?”

“Me!” You squeak.

Fishing a silk ribbon in the colour of bright red out of your sleeve, you clumsily tie it around your waist over your uniform. By the time you speak again, a big bow is sitting precariously on your hipbone. “My gift for your birthday, Captain, is me.”

Cheeks ablaze and heart aflutter, you direct your gaze onto the beautiful face before you. A sly smile and mirthful eyes greet your eyes.

“My, how brazen of you.”

“But, whose idea was it, hm?” The curve of her lips is too deep to be deemed sincere. Saccharine but spine-tingling, kind but killing. It is after all the Captain’s infamous smile that can get her whatever she wants. “My meek little lamb isn’t one to come up with such salacious plan.”

“Matsu-” A playful finger descending onto the top of your chest leaves you at a loss for words. It slithers along the lapel of your uniform before resting an inch just shy of your navel. The silk tail of the ribbon is caught between two spindly fingers, and the remainder of the name leaves your lips in a breathless whisper. “-moto.”

“To take advice from Matsumoto of all people. Was it why you were rendezvousing with her lately instead of spending time with me?”

“I couldn’t rack my brain alone. I wanted my gift to be special and a surprise.”

“I was surprised alright.”

In parallel with her words, you, too, are taken by surprise when her hands climb your body, palms flat against your chest, simply resting.

“When the idea of getting myself robbed of my secret admirer rattled me more than I would have liked.”

Although you can hear her voice and know that she is muttering something, the context of her speech is entirely lost on you. You suspect that it is intentional. Still, you wonder aloud.

“Captain?”

“Your birthday present,…” Your growing anxiety is eased by the smile she spares you as her eyes find yours. “…for now, I can’t say that I love it, but I like it a lot. I promise to hold it dear.”

As obscure as her words are, the implication, having not lost on you, puts a grin on your face. The unbridled glee that you are bombarded with can also be heard in your voice.

“Happy Birthday, Captain Unohana!”

A kiss that is pressed onto the apple of your cheek is but a fleeting touch of a butterfly’s wings. Warm, tender, and unequivocally the reason behind the hummingbird flutter of your heart.

“I’m very happy. Thank you.”

When she murmurs it with a sparkle in that delightful blue of her eyes and a sweet blossom of a smile, you are helpless against your body that acts of its own accord. Gingerly, you take her hand from where it is resting on your chest, and all too softly, your lips caress her knuckles. Nuzzling your cheek into her palm like a spoiled kitten, one final kiss of the night finds home on the inside of her wrist. Beneath your lips, you feel the fluttering of her pulse as you mouth a silent oath.

I will love you, Captain Unohana. Forevermore.

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[unrequitedloveletter]

Hello !! Could you write platonic Matthias x squaller reader where they grew up together and were best friends until the reader just disappeared. Years later Matthias finally reunites with the reader who’s now working with the crows. They explain that they ran away due to the fear of being a grisha in fjerda and because they couldn’t bare the thought of Matthias finding out and turning on them. Thank you <3 - 👾

Lost- Platonic! M.H x gn! squaller! reader

Hi, purple alien emoji anon! Thank you for sending this in--I don't write for Matthias very often so getting the chance to do was definitely a bit of a treat!

On another note, though, requests will close around the end of this week! I have the close date for thursday right now but I'm leaning more toward friday because it feels more uniform in my brain so yeah! Send in anything and send in as much as you want--I've finished up with the first draft of my current WIP and I have been itching to focus on fanfic writing again

Fic type- this is hurt/comfort! There's a bit of an angstier element here too, though, and it does get a bit fluffier near the end

Warnings- death is mentioned a bit, burning bodies on a pyre is mentioned a few times, there's a mention of dying in the permafrost (it's not directly referenced--matthias calls it losing the reader to the permafrost)

As Matthias Helvar approached the top of the Ferolind, his eyes keenly watching the crew he'd been broken out of prison to join, he found himself listening to a voice that sounded all too familiar--much too familiar for his tastes.

It was the voice that had belonged to you--the person who had once been his best friend. How long had it been since you'd last seen each other? Two years? Three? Matthias had lost count.

He'd not seen you much in the heist, which confused him, but he was glad that all was said and done regardless. All of it was exhausting, and trying to help Nina as she went through everything with the parem was turning out to be exhausting still, too.

His hands had been freed of the shackles they'd once worn, but still he rubbed at his wrists in something that almost felt a little like habit.

He looked in the direction of the sound of your voice hesitantly--carefully, as you gave a response to Kaz regarding something about something else. Matthias barely cared to listen when Kaz was speaking with regards to anything other than Fjerda or the letter declaring Matthias' freedom, so he'd missed out.

You were manning the sails and keeping the crew forward moving as you left the icy waters of Fjerda behind you and escaped on the tail end of disaster. It was a relief that was palpable--everyone was feeling it as they all stood in various spots on the deck.

"I think I'll be sleeping until we get to the harbor once we've reached Ketterdam waters, honestly," you said with a laugh. "I've only really been able to practice this stuff for two years--I'm not nearly as talented or as comfortable in my small science as someone like Nina might be. I thank you for your patience."

Kaz only waived a dismissive hand. "I'll bring you a bit of coffee--Inej says that Specht is brewing a pot in the lower levels."

Matthias watched you grin, watched you watch Kaz walk away. Your gaze turned to Matthias and you jumped, causing the sails of the boat to ruffle.

"Is this real?" Matthias asked. "I'm not seeing the ghost of my childhood best friend, am I? I know that being around this bunch might bring me a bit of mild hallucinating, but there's just no way. It makes no sense."

You sighed, glaring at him just a bit. "Druskelle," you said. "I've thought about this moment a lot since everything happened. I've tried to figure out whether the emotion I felt in the regard of the thought was excitement or anxiety. It seems I've found myself within a lethal mixture of both."

"I thought you were dead," Matthias said. "For two years, I have thought you died, Y/N. What happened? Why did you leave? Grisha have save spaces in Fjerda. Dozens of them according to the networking that I saw before prison."

"Thats completely irrele--Matthias. Druskelle are in Fjerda," you said. "Being Grisha in Fjerda is dangerous because in Fjerda you are not the blessed like the Zemeni believe; your small science is not considered a gift, not treasured or celebrated like it is in most Ravkan towns. In Fjerda, if you are Grisha, you are the wicked; your death is celebrated, not your life, when they put you on a pyre and burn you for the misdeed you committed by existing. The things that you saw before you were imprisoned were not real. They were fake networks to get Fjerda to attack it's own military bases in the assumption that Grisha were waiting close by. I couldn't--once I realized that I was a squaller I left. I went to Ketterdam and I found myself in the Barrel, and here we are now."

"You didn't just leave," Matthias said. "You disappeared. I thought you had died, that something had killed you."

"You had joined the Druskelle when I decided it was time to go," you said. "I thought you would've hated me for the fact that I am a squaller. You were my best friend, Matthias. I couldn't bear the thought of it but I couldn't figure out how to leave so I thought that I should just go. Go before I could register that I had left my life behind."

"You thought that I would turn on you?"

"You had just joined the ranks of the Druskelle," you said, turning finally to spare him a glance. "Am I really the one who is to be blamed for such a thought process when you joined the largest organized group that remains actively hunting Grisha down, burning them on pyres in false trials, and leaving the bodies for their families to find?"

Matthias silenced himself. You made a good point.

He stayed with you on the top of the Ferolind for a long while, neither of you saying much of anything as Matthias took to watching the sky as the sun began to set and the stars that lit the sky up began to show themselves.

"If it helps," he said. "I am glad that you survived. I do not know what I would've done had I gotten word that you'd been lost to the snow and died amidst the permafrost."

You grinned. "I'm glad you're still kicking around," you said. "I bet Nina is, too, the way she looks at you."

Matthias gave a shake of his head and the silence settled again, though that time it was plenty more comfortable to stir in than the first.

[d3-iseefire]

O Captain, My Captain

Note: Oneshot based on Mark’s comment in the livestream of when the first seed of doubt was planted in Head Engineer Mark’s head concerning the captain. Also, based on the description for one of the videos that says, “it’s not like you just planted the idea in his head or anything.” Just my interpretation of how Engineer Mark (or one version of him) might have been feeling and thinking through a few key moments in “In Space With Markiplier.” Is it accurate? Highly unlikely! But I had fun writing it, so that’s that. :D All credit for “In Space With Markiplier” goes, of course, to Mark and the crew (as well as all credit for the dialogue which is all pulled directly from the show). It’s Mark’s sandbox, I’m just playing in it. Thank you for such an amazing, and inspiring show, Mark and team! :P :D

The thought started small. A seed that burrowed into his brain and refused to be shaken, no matter how hard he tried. 

Just the smallest, smallest bit of uncertainty. 

Mark didn’t doubt the captain. 

He didn’t.

They were going to stop all this. Shut down the warp core and fix everything and then it’d be fine. 

Everything would go back to normal.

He never doubted that. 

Never doubted the captain.

Except…

Until…

That one time. The time they’d actually reached the corridor. Made it all the way to the door that would take them to the warp core. 

And the lady had appeared. 

Mark had never seen her before. Didn’t know why she shot him the second she saw him. He’d been shot before (hadn’t he?). He’d forgotten how much it hurt (he had been shot before. Why couldn’t he remember when?). It was strange how it was possible to remember how bad something had hurt without remembering how bad it had hurt. 

He didn’t know the lady who’d shot him. 

The captain…he wasn’t sure if the captain knew her. The captain was stoic, always playing things close to the vest, the consummate poker face. They never engaged in idle chit chat, speaking only when necessary, or when they felt it important enough to expend the effort. 

They apparently didn’t feel this situation was important enough.

The lady, however, certainly knew the captain. Or thought she did. She looked like she’d been through hell, all blood and grime, filthy bandages and torn clothing. It might have been a uniform once. She might have been an officer of some kind, sworn to protect and serve, but those days were long gone for her now. The look in her eyes was near feral, desperate and full of despair, and the expression she wore when she saw the captain…

The accusations she spat…

“How many people have died because of your carelessness?”

None. No one had, because the captain had (was) saving them. Just like the captain had tried (was trying) to save him. Right? They had tried to save him. Hadn’t they? He couldn’t remember. The lady had shot him, and then she’d shot him again, and then she’d been outright torturing him and the captain…the captain…

There was nothing the captain could do. Obviously. What was he expecting? The lady was crazy, and armed. The best thing to do was stand back and wait, wait for the opportune moment and then step in. 

Exactly. 

The captain knew what they were doing. 

They always did. 

“We’re just going to reset and fix it,” he broke in, defending the captain as any loyal head engineer would. “It’s fine.” 

It was fine. All those loops (“Captain! What are you doing?” “It’s not fair, Captain.” “Are you going to the airlock? How did I know you were going to do that?”) where it had seemed like the captain was being intentionally negligent, or even cruel. All those times where the captain had seemingly made capricious decisions (“Let’s pop her in reverse!” “Fire all weapons!” “Open the door”). 

There was a reason. There had to be. Everything the captain did meant something. Besides, Mark couldn’t fully remember the entirety of everything they’d been through. It was just fragments, broken bits of a puzzle. And there had to have been other times, times where he wasn’t with the captain when they were making crucial decisions.

It all must mean something, even if he didn’t understand. 

There were times he hadn’t been with the captain.

And times when the captain hadn’t been with him. 

So he didn’t know everything…and he didn’t need to. 

Because the captain knew what they were doing. 

He could trust the captain. 

“The multiverse is littered with the corpses of your failures.” 

What?

“We’re not trying to hurt anybody,” he’d said, even as the words she spoke carved themselves deep into his psyche. Even as she hurled accusations at the captain, accusing them of knowing, of having done it on purpose.  “We’re just trying to save our people.”

She was wrong. She had to be wrong. The captain…

“The captain wouldn’t do that.” A desperate look toward the captain, searching…for anything. Scoffing. A laugh. 

A denial. 

“Captain, you wouldn’t let that happen, would you?”

The captain didn’t answer, but Mark didn’t need them to. 

He didn’t. 

Not even when the captain raised their hand and started tapping at that crystal (what was that thing, anyway? It was supposed to shut down the warp core, but why did it look like – ) and it was as if they knew what they were doing (like it really was on purpose) and then another wormhole opened and sucked them all through — 

Why would the captain do that? 

The lady had wanted to help them. 

And he’d been shot.

So why would the captain run away? 

And send him away?

Why would they do that? 

There had to be a reason. 

The captain had never let them down before. 

The captain knew what they were doing. 

The captain wouldn’t do that. 

They wouldn’t. 

And so the seed was planted.

***

He woke up on a dying ship. 

(He always woke up on a dying ship). 

His wounds were healed (had he been hurt? It was so hard to remember sometimes. There were so many lives, so many voices, all him, yet not him, all clamoring for attention inside his skull).

The silence alone was enough to drive him mad. Like a thick, weighted thing that pressed on him until he thought his eardrums would burst from the sheer absence of noise. 

So he started speaking, if only to keep that awful weight at bay. If only to keep himself sane (though he sometimes feared he’d already lost that battle long ago). Eventually, he forgot the reason why he started speaking and just…spoke. 

To nobody at first but, later, he would talk to the crew.  

He mostly apologized. 

Tried to explain. 

He tried to save them. 

He really did, but there were so many and just one of him and then he’d be pulled away and come back and pulled away and come back (he always came back) and every time there were fewer and fewer to come back to until finally he’d come back one day and the last cryopod…the very last…the one he’d tried so hard to save if only to prove it was all worth it, that it had all meant something…

He had tried. 

After that it was just an endless litany of going and coming back, and going and coming back, fixing problems that never seemed to be the problem, telling the crew how goddamn sorry he was even though they could no longer hear him (though it didn’t always stop them from answering)...

He didn’t think about the captain.  

The lady’s words were always there, echoing about him in the darkness. 

The multiverse is littered with the corpses of your failures. 

He refused to believe it, didn’t want to believe it. 

Surely he could save them (that isn’t how it works). There must be a way to reset, to make it all just…start over (these aren’t second chances). It was fine, it was fine, it was fine, he was going to fix it all. Rewrite the past (these aren’t second chances) undo the mistakes (every mistake has cost the lives of people who have trusted you). He was going to fix it.

How many people have died because of your carelessness? 

Not his.

Not his. 

The captain. 

She’d been speaking to the captain.

He never saw the captain on that dying ship. They were always gone, somewhere else, somewhen else, doing something. Mark would see them when he was off the ship sometimes, glimpses, brief moments here and there, sometimes longer. Sometimes entire lifetimes, lived as if universes weren’t collapsing around them (as if he had the time or luxury). A lifetime, only to close his eyes in death, and wake up once more on the rotted corpse of the Invincible II. To realize what he had thought was an entire lifetime had been nothing more than an illusion. 

An illusion that sometimes featured the captain. 

A captain who lied to him. 

Used him. 

Betrayed him. 

He always felt so much guilt when he woke up from one of those dreams (nightmares, flashes of lives not truly lived…or were they?). Guilt for wasting time. Guilt for all the mistakes he made during them. 

Guilt for doubting the captain. 

(Anger. Anger at the seeming impulsive choices the captain sometimes made. Choices that resulted in failure. Suffering. Death. Countless. Countless deaths).

(But it was okay. It was okay. He just didn’t understand. Just because it looked one way didn’t mean it was. Right? Right?). 

He’d seen that lady once. Was his loyalty so shallow he’d doubt the captain because of the words of a complete stranger? 

Right. 

The captain wouldn’t do that. 

And he believed it (mostly), even as, one day, (one day like another like any other on the rotting carcass of his pride and joy) he’d turned to see the captain standing in the doorway. 

Even as he’d seen that crystal on their hand. 

He recognized it this time. He hadn’t before (or maybe he had. He didn’t know anymore. Things had started to get so tangled in his mind, the bits and pieces stretched out and hopelessly knotted). 

“Where did you get that crystal?”

He asked, but he knew the answer. He knew where. He knew what that crystal was, and had seen it glowing in the center of the warp core powering the ship. 

Powering the wormhole. 

The wormhole they were supposed to shut down. If they could ever find it. If they could ever reach it. 

Shut it down. 

The words had been screamed, shouted, begged by so many. So many he’d lost count but it all came down to the same thing. 

Shut. It. Down. 

And, yet, and yet and yet and yet and yet. 

Here was the captain with the warp crystal on their hand like some sort of decoration. 

Like a plaything.

If the captain had the crystal it meant they'd reached the warp core. Through countless lives, countless pathways, they’d reached the wormhole…and then…

“You didn’t shut it down, did you?”

It was unfathomable. All they had to do was shut it down. Just…turn the damn thing off and all of this could end. Finally, an end. 

But instead…instead…they’d…

Broken it?

Destroyed it?

Left them trapped in this hell, with not even death able to free them…

Why? 

And for what? 

Why would the captain do that?

“Was she right about you?”

No. No no no no no. No. 

The captain wouldn’t do that. 

They wouldn’t. 

Except. 

“We trusted you!” It was a cry of pain more than anger, of betrayal. “I trusted you, Captain!” 

And he had. He might not have been as obvious as some, but that didn’t mean he was any less of a fan of the captain. He’d never admit it, but he’d lobbied for the captain to get command of the Invincible II. The ship was his baby, and as like any good father, he wanted only the best for her. 

And that best, was the captain. 

He’d thought.

He’d followed their career, read all their speeches and been just as inspired as if he’d been there to hear them live. 

He’d trusted the captain. 

And they’d…

They’d…

He didn’t know what they’d done. 

Maybe it was a mistake. Hell, maybe the captain wasn’t even really here. That happened sometimes. He’d spend hours talking to Gunther or Burt only to turn around and realize they’d never been there at all. 

Maybe that’s all this was. 

Or maybe…

Maybe it was real and maybe…maybe the captain had made a mistake. 

A mistake. Not evil, not deliberate, just a mistake. Just a foolish, human error. 

They were human after all, and humans made mistakes. 

Maybe that’s all this was. 

A mistake.

A terrible, stupid, tragic…

A wormhole opened (had the captain opened it? The captain opened it. Why did the captain open it? Couldn’t he see that Mark needed help?). 

“Captain!”

The captain was gone. They were gone and he was alone and the captain  was gone and…and…

It was okay. It was okay. He’d scared them. He’d been too threatening…it had been too long since he’d interacted with someone. The captain wasn’t running because they were guilty, or because they were abandoning him (again) it was because Mark had scared them.

He wanted to apologize, or ask for an explanation, or something but the captain was gone and now he could feel himself going but it was okay because the captain wouldn’t do that, the captain wouldn’t do that, the captain wouldn’t do that, the captain wouldn’t do that, the captain wouldn’t do that –

And the seed sprouted. 

***

The captain destroyed the warp core. 

Or broke it, or altered it, or moved it, or simply pissed it off and it was taking its revenge or something. 

Mark didn’t know what.

He didn’t know why. 

He didn’t know when. 

He just knew…who.

The captain. 

It took…a long time for that to sink in. 

A long time.

More trips to and from a dead ship. The memory of the captain pressing the crystal on their palm, with intention, of the lady’s accusations ringing in his ears, of the sight of row upon row of silent cryopods…but he finally got it. 

All of this…all of it..it had been the captain. 

A mistake perhaps. He still wasn’t quite ready to accept that the captain had done it maliciously.

Not yet (but he was closer than ever before).

It had been the captain and the realization…crystallized things in a way they hadn’t been before. 

It was up to him. 

Before…before he’d thought it was the two of them. That somewhere, somewhen, the captain was fighting just as hard as he was. Protecting the crew the same way he was. 

But if they weren’t…

If they were out there causing problems rather than solving them…

Then it was up to him. 

He had to fix things. 

He had to fix the warp core. 

And since he had no way of knowing where the warp core was it meant one thing. 

He’d have to rebuild the damn thing.

From scratch. 

It was a daunting task, and an invigorating one at the same time. He finally had a purpose, a goal to work toward. No more simply coming and going and fixing problems and going and coming back in an endless, hopeless loop. 

He got cleaned up, found a fresh uniform, and got to work. 

And it was so much work. 

And it took so long and he was still going, and coming back but, this time, now, when he came back it was with purpose. It was to get back to work and when the despair would creep in, or the hopelessness, or the question of what if this isn’t the answer after all? What if it’s something else entirely? He would push it to the side, ignore it, because he had nothing else, because there was nothing else. 

And so he worked, and the warp core took shape, and he tried to ignore the empty slot in the middle, built to hold a crystal he had no hope of obtaining unless it literally walked into his hands. And the times…many times when the despair crowded far too close to be ignored and he’d sit for hours staring into nothing, or lean against a wall, close his eyes and desperately wish to be anywhere other than here… 

It was during those times that the good memories always seemed to crop up. It hadn’t been all bad. Not every life. Not every moment. There were places, people, loved ones he’d met, and lost, along the way. 

Sometimes the thought of them simply brought more despair. 

Other times they were what got him back up. Back to work. Back to building the warp core that would take him back. He could never regain what he’d lost. He could never return to what he’d gained. 

But he could go back. 

He believed that. 

He had to believe that.

And if, over the years (decades, centuries, millenia?), an…anger started to take rise toward the captain, toward the cause of all his pain and suffering and loss, well, he ignored that too. 

Ignored it, right up until the day the warp core was finished, and the captain walked through the doorway. 

As if fate itself had finally taken pity on him. 

Mark wasn’t proud of hitting the captain with an oxygen canister. As much as he blamed the captain, as much anger as he felt…he still didn’t believe the captain had done it on purpose. The captain was misguided, flawed, perhaps stubborn or prideful or a thousand other things but they weren’t evil. 

The captain wouldn’t do that. 

He tried to explain it to them and found himself falling naturally into old patterns. Speaking conversationally, like they were friends (because they were), like he still trusted the captain (because he did? Did he?). 

Maybe he shouldn’t have. 

But the only person he trusted (had trusted) more than himself was (had been) the captain.

So it was only natural for him to turn his back on them, not once, or even twice. It only made sense to look away, to try and make the captain understand the magnitude of what was happening (had happened) and let them know that it was going. 

It was okay, because he was going to fix it. 

And then the captain threw sand in his face, and then they lunged toward the control panel and things went far too quickly to process after that until, suddenly, Mark found himself being dragged upwards toward a roaring vortex while the captain stood beneath him, gripping his hand to hold him in place. 

He’d called for the captain to help him, told the captain not to let go, and they hadn’t. 

 So what did that say?

It was still possible, wasn’t it? He’d attacked them, ripped the crystal off their hand, and they’d still caught him, still held onto him to keep him from being pulled away (which had been a kneejerk reaction because he wanted to go, that was the whole point. Going back to fix things but he was scared, god he was scared, but he still needed to go and that meant the captain needed to  let him go).

But even so. Even so, he still wanted them to hold on (let go), tell him they’d go together (he was better off alone), trust him (trust them).

He wanted to trust the captain.

“Look, I don’t know what you did –”

He could ask. He could, but he didn’t. There was no time, that’s what he told himself (but, truthfully, deep down, he knew time had nothing to do with it. He was afraid. Not of the question, but of the answer. He didn’t want to hear it, not really). Not asking meant never having to know. It meant believing that the captain had simply made a mistake. That they were human. 

The captain wouldn’t do that. 

Not on purpose. 

“-- and maybe you didn’t mean to, but I have to stop you. I have to!”

It was the only way. The only way to save both of them, and everyone else. The only way to repay those silent cryopods. 

“Please! This is it!” There would be no more chances. If what the lady had said was true, if every choice had resulted in untold deaths, if every failure had brought about more chaos. “This is the end of everything.” 

It was his first time acknowledging what he’d already known was happening. That the glitches were getting worse. The time between coming and going shorter. The lives lost, lost faster. 

It was unsustainable. 

It was falling apart. 

“This is the end of everything unless you let me go!”

But he could fix it. He knew he could. 

“Captain!” He could hear the desperation in his own voice, feel the despair of countless lives piled upon his shoulders. This was it. It had been up to him for so long and now, this was it. The only choice that really mattered. 

The final choice. 

“Please, let me go.” 

He said the words but, even as he did, his fingers still clutched onto the captain’s. 

The captain wasn’t letting go, but neither, technically, was he. 

“I know I can fix everything,” (Maybe. Possibly. God, he hoped so). “I know there’s a perfect solution. I just have to find it.” 

Please.

Please let there be a perfect solution. A solution that really did let them reset everything. A solution that really did give them a second chance. 

“This is my last chance, our last chance to save everyone.”

All those lives. 

“Everything.”

All those people. 

Please. 

He couldn’t see the captain’s expression, the light was far too bright and the noise of the wormhole too loud to hear anything they said (if they were speaking at all. Maybe they weren’t. Mayb the situation still wasn’t important enough).

But he felt it when the captain loosened their grip. 

When his hand slid free from theirs, and the force of the wormhole took its place. 

Then he was gone and, and the captain was left, and the wormhole was sucking him toward what he hoped was where he needed to go.

When he needed to go. 

And it wouldn’t be until much later that he would start to wonder about why the captain had let him go. If they’d done it genuinely believing he could change things, or if they’d been laughing in his face as they released his hand. 

He wouldn’t notice as the seed planted such a long (short) time ago multiplied and began to spread, slender tendrils that poisoned his memory and twisted his thoughts, built the anger he felt toward the captain into a raging inferno that could only ever lead to a final confrontation one day, some day. 

He wouldn’t notice as his faith in the captain eroded into ash about his feet. 

Light flashed and his boots hit steel (concrete, dirt, dead leaves, the red hot surface of a burning star) and (for now at least) he had full confidence in his ability to change things fix things, if he could just find that one moment. That one choice. 

The one that really mattered. 

The one that would finally save them all. 

He strode forward. 

And the loop ended.

And the loop began again.

[emeraldenha]

chapter 10 | “i like you”

w/c: +1.1k

“Riki, you’re being ridiculous!” Sunoo whisper-yells, trying to tug the boy out of the classroom by the sleeve of his uniform blazer.

“Get off me,” he whines while swatting Sunoo’s hand off him. “This will work, I swear!”

“You’re not stealing it!” Sunoo berates him, eyes wide in disbelief that Riki was actually following through with his own plan. “You’ve officially gone mad. Why did I even let you get this far?”

“I don’t even know how it was possible for me to forget that you’re this dramatic, but thanks for the reminder,” Riki says sardonically, watching Sunoo nervously pace around the room.

He finally detaches the split key ring of your keychain from the side of your school bag, standing up from his squatting position. Riki pumps a fist into the air, cheering quietly as Sunoo side eyes him with his arms crossed.

“Woohoo, you got it,” Sunoo cheers alongside him unenthusiastically, gesturing for them to leave. “Now let’s go find her in the cafeteria. You’ve already wasted too much of my lunch period.”

The two of them enter the cafeteria, instinctively making their way to their usual table with the other boys. Riki’s eyes search through all the other tables and students walking past, unable to find where you were.

“Have any of you seen Y/n?” He sits down next to Sunghoon, holding your keychain shyly in his lap.

“I don’t think so.” Jake shrugs and glances around one more time to confirm himself. “What are you trying to do anyway?”

Sunghoon looks at Riki to see his response until his eyes draw down to your keychain that he was toying with.

“Where’d you get this—” Sunghoon reaches his hand out to touch it, but Riki quickly clutches the keychain to his chest, twisting his body away from where Sunghoon was sitting. “Okay, sheesh.”

“Did you steal that?” Jake asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I told him it was a bad idea,” Sunoo butts in.

“You allowed him to do this?” Jay says, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“And this is where I escape,” Riki rushes out the words, speedily walking towards the doors of the cafeteria.

“Mess up and Heeseung will kill you!” Jay calls out before giving up on stopping him.

Riki steps out into the hallway, aimlessly roaming around with his eyes peeled like a hawk. It wasn’t until he had finished circling the whole floor that he began to scratch his head in confusion.

“Where is she?” he mutters to himself. “Second floor maybe?”

He makes his way towards the base of the stairs and speeds his way up. He's so preoccupied looking down at his shoes that it almost scares the living daylights out of him when another pair of shoes came into view.

You're right there in front of him, sitting at the very top of the staircase.

When you hear his rummaging footsteps come to a halt, your head snaps up to look at him. The both of you are still in place, staring at each other. Riki thinks his heart is about to fall through his chest.

“Hi,” his voice comes out just barely above a whisper.

You glance to the right and left sides of you, unconvinced that he was speaking to you. Once you saw that no one else was around, you nod your head at him in acknowledgment before going back to awkwardly chipping at your nails.

You almost jump out of your skin when Riki suddenly sits right beside you, your knees almost bumping into each other as he adjusts his spacing.

“I’m Riki,” he introduces himself. “Nishimura Riki.”

That's when your brain stops functioning. The friend Jake was going to bring to the bakery? The one Heeseung mentioned? The tsundere?

Once again, you only reply with an uncomfortable, stiff nod. Your gaze doesn’t move from your feet, contemplating whether or not you should stand up to leave.

Noticing this, Riki holds out the keychain towards you to shift your attention.

“Here.” When you didn’t take it, he cautiously grabs the hand closest to him and delicately places the keychain directly against your palm. “I think your keychain fell off your bag, so I came to return it to you.”

It was the keychain Jungwon had given you years ago, around the time you had just become best friends. You hadn’t even thought about it still being attached to your bag as it had always simply been there.

“It fell?” you ask. Those were the first words you had spoken to him, or more so, to anyone in the past few weeks. You inspect the condition of the keychain, not sure as to how it would’ve miraculously unraveled itself from your bag. “How could that be?”

“I’m not sure,” Riki stutters. He wasn’t expecting to hear your voice. He wasn’t expecting to realize that you were actually engaging in a conversation with him.

You gave him another empty stare, letting the keychain dangle between your fingers.

“Be honest with me,” you sound quiet yet stern, “Why are you here?”

“I just,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, “wanted to speak to you.”

“Why?” you press further.

“Your smile’s cute,” he word vomits, eyes widening as he waves his hands animatedly in denial. “Wait, no. I meant to say I like you. Wait, no! I meant to say I think you’re really cool! I like that you’re really cool. So I hope you smile more. Yeah, that’s it.”

Your lips can’t help but twitch at the mess that was this interaction, and before Riki can even process, you let out a harmoniously disjointed laugh.

He stares at you, memorized.

“You smiled,” he says, his classic box smile breaking onto his face, “you even laughed.”

“So surprised? Must be mission impossible,” you tease after raising an eyebrow at his amazed expression.

“Oh! By the way, take this.” Riki grabs a few dollar bills from his back pocket and holds them out to you.

“What’s it for?” you ask confusedly, not taking the money.

“I couldn’t find a sufficient way to smuggle a popsicle to school.” His lips formed into an unconscious pout before washing away into another grin. “But make sure to go buy one on your way home! Heeseung once told me that popsicles are the best way to make you feel better.”

You shake your head at his gesture, grabbing his wrist with the money and distancing it from you.

“If you want to treat me,” you abruptly stand up, “you can just invite me out next time. I’m starting to prefer street food nowadays.”

You descend down the stairs, looking over your shoulder to make sure Riki isn’t following you. Taking a detour from where your classroom would be, you swiftly stop inside a different classroom and head toward a specific desk.

You open the zipper and drop the keychain in, waiting until you can hear it sink into Jungwon’s bag. As if you weren’t there in the first place, you exit the room feeling lighter than you have ever been.

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✰ BREAKING ME IN TWO ✰

summary: after all your years of pining for your best friend, Yang Jungwon, you suddenly catch him with his secret girlfriend… which happens to be your other best friend. deciding to forgive and forget, you heartbrokenly cut all ties and fall back into your habits of self isolation. however, that doesn’t go as planned when Nishimura Riki approaches you with an almost-confession and a stolen keychain.

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undesired gift. [ diluc x reader ]

prompt: donna gives diluc a bottle of mysterious, alchemic liquid. much to everyone’s surprise, diluc tries some. unfortunately, it has some results neither diluc, donna, or you expected. diluc’s part of my love potion series! pairing: diluc x f!reader warnings: none? implied that the love potion evokes true feelings, but if such concepts make you uncomfortable, this is your warning! :) word count: ~1.5k words

a/n: this was originally just gonna be short scenarios but i got pretty wordy with ideas for everyone, so it’s been extended to a full series with independent parts for each character! ... i’ve written a lot of diluc in such a short time HAHA

“where’d you get that?” you ask, gesturing to the bottle that rests on the back countertop of angel’s share. you, one of diluc’s long-time bartenders and one of the few people he would actually consider a friend, had no recollection of ever seeing such a drink within the establishment. it appeared to be pink moscato, but the way the liquid glimmered in the light warned you otherwise.

“it was a gift from his favorite person,” kaeya joins in from his seat on the opposite side of the counter from you and diluc. you raise your eyebrows at him in confusion and amusement.

“you?” you ask kaeya and both kaeya and diluc let out a huff of air at your question. 

“not quite. donna.” kaeya corrects you and diluc looks mortified as laughter bursts out of you. you look at the drink once more and are sent into another fit of giggles, all while diluc glares at kaeya for telling you such a thing and kaeya only smirks smugly back at him.

“donna? why did she think sending you a drink from a competitor was a good romantic strategy?” you ask. diluc wants nothing more than to crawl into a hole and avoid this conversation, but he knows how you and kaeya work when you’re together: a duo created of chaos and destruction. after all, the three of you had grown up as childhood friends, with you being the reason kaeya and diluc even acknowledge the presence of the other anymore. 

“we are talking about the woman who likes to moan diluc’s name in the street like it’s a holy mantra,” kaeya shoots back and diluc can’t help but envy kaeya for how easily he makes you laugh, even if it is at diluc’s own expense.

“right, right,” you turn to diluc. “so, are you going to drink it? what if it’s poisoned?”

the genuine concern in your voice, combined with the way your tone becomes gentler when speaking directly to diluc has his stomach erupting into butterflies. meanwhile, kaeya pops diluc’s little bubble of infatuation with his next comment.

“maybe it has laxatives in it so diluc stops looking constipated all the time,” kaeya interjects. the corners of your lips twitch and diluc only sighs in response, choosing to ignore his estranged brother’s comment.

“i... doubt it’s poisoned. out of all of us, donna likely irritates me the most, but i doubt she would try to kill me with a drink,” diluc says to you, doing his best to ignore kaeya, who takes a drink from the glass of wine he had been carefully nursing for the last half hour.

“well, there is one way we can find out. you should try some!” your tone sounds like you’re just trying to be a supportive friend, but diluc knows you far too well to fall for it. despite this, the redhead has never been able to say no to you, which is something you are well aware of.

“fine,” diluc says and before you or kaeya can stop him, he uncorks the bottle and takes a swig, leaving you and kaeya to gape at him, wide-eyed. you half expect the redhead to fall over as if the alcohol wounded him, but he just winces at the aftertaste. after recovering, diluc just stares at you, bewildered by your bewilderment.

“h... how was it?” you finally ask. diluc glances down at the bottle in his hand.

“i would never sell nor supply anyone with this, even if i was paid extra to do so.” diluc responds and he feels the tips of his ears warm at the way you give a light laugh in response.

the night continues as normal, with kaeya eventually getting booted out at closing time with all other patrons. this leaves you and diluc alone, who seems to be in a strangely good mood, but you fail to say anything in fear of disrupting the soft smile that seems to be a permanent fixture on his face for the night. such happy nature on his behalf hadn’t started until he took a drink from donna’s gift, but you were fairly certain from the smell that it was non-alcoholic. plus, even diluc wasn’t that much of a lightweight, right?

instead... was he happy with the gift? did he like the attention donna gave him? he had never gave an indicator as to such a thing beforehand, but he had willingly consumed her gift under the smallest provocation from you. did he desire to court her? the sickening feeling of jealousy begins to gnaw at your stomach and you quickly attempt to ignore it, in the same way you had done your best to ignore your blossoming feelings for diluc over the last few months. the two of you were friends and that’s all you ever would be. you had no right to get jealous over a romantic gesture when you weren’t even brave enough to make one yourself.

but archons, you can never stop yourself from speaking, can you?

“what’s got you in a good mood?” you ask as you wipe down the counter while diluc wipes down the tables. cleanup duty was often one of the few times diluc engaged in small talk, but you couldn’t help but to curse yourself for breaking the comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you. diluc looks nonplussed by the interruption and looks up from his towel to smile at you.

it’s wide and his teeth are bright and it contorts his face in the most beautiful of ways, but it’s so uncharacteristic that you’re thrown for a loop, heat rising to your face. in all the years since his father’s death, you had never seen diluc smile in such a way.

what was in that drink? you ask yourself, but before you can think too much about it, diluc’s voice is interrupting your racing thoughts.

“i get to spend this time with you.” his words are honest and true, but they only result in the widening of your eyes. bewilderment consumes you whole as he sets his cleaning supplies down on the table. who is this and what did they do to my diluc?

“what’s with that face? do you not believe me?” diluc asks, walking over to you and slipping behind the bar, standing only a few feet away.

i must have passed out, you determine. there’s no way in hell-

“why wouldn’t i be happy when i get to spend time with the person i’m in love with?” diluc’s words are spoken simply, innocence interwoven into every word. you stiffen in response to them, staring at diluc blankly as your mind struggles to catch up with the sudden turn of events.

“w... what?” you breathe, absolutely terrified by the fact that mr. grumpy pants, the one whom you had fallen in love with, was suddenly knocking down every single one of his walls to tell you that he loves you. he loves you, the one who pesters him every time the two of you are on shift together. the one who would pester him when you were kids, insisting that the two of you should play knights together if he really wanted to become one. the one who stood before him now, tired and stuck in a disheveled bartender uniform. 

diluc closes the distance between the two of you and stands before you, lifting his hand to cup your cheek gently. the pad of his thumb sweeps back and forth on your cheek and you hate yourself for leaning into his touch. this isn’t him. there’s no way. she did something to that drink. the redhead deciphers your hesitation with ease and smirks at you.

“do you want me to prove it?” diluc challenges as his ruby eyes flicker downward to glance at your lips. 

shimmering pink liquid. where had you seen it before? you wrack your brain as diluc leans in and you immediately pull away as you retrieve your answer, leaving him to frown at your rejection.

“this isn’t...” you begin, stumbling over your words as you feel your head spin. archons, diluc got so close that you smelled his cologne. “what you drank earlier. it’s from the souvenir shop, it’s a love p-”

“love potion,” diluc interrupts, finishing your words for you. “i know. i read the bottom of the bottle beforehand. i did not necessarily expect it to work, but i figured that, at the worst, it would motivate me to confess my feelings to you.”

“oh.” you respond, voice hollow. “oh.”

he... knew?

“now that such misconceptions have been cleared, i suppose i should clarify my question as well.” diluc looks at you with an intensity you had never seen from him before. it sends a thrill through your body as his arms pin you between him and the countertop. “i would like to kiss you. may i?”

you nod. 

you swear you taste the love potion on his lips.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Yamada: so how did you and izuku start dating

Aizawa: I saw him crush a watermelon with his thighs and I accidentally said out loud “oh god I wish that were me right now” and here we are now

~The way this immediately and completely ate my entire brain~

Of three things Aizawa Shouta is absolutely sure:

One, he simply was not built for operating during the daylight hours. Nighttime really is where it's at in his opinion. The general lack of crowds and eye-searing sunlight just can't be beaten. (Dusk and dawn hours also get a pass but they're both on thin ice.)

Two, the beach is a sandy hell-scape whose only redeeming factor is the convenient access it provides to the eldritch horror that is the ocean aka the place he'll doubtlessly end up drowning himself when he finally, and according to Hizashi inevitably, snaps and runs gibbering mad into the abyss.

And three, he's absolutely and irrevocably cursed. He's being singled out and punished from on high by the gods themselves. His name is writ large across the cosmos in mockery. There is a cosmic "kick me" sign taped to his spiritual back and Shouta's going to hunt his former student Sero down and give him detention for life for encouraging his family's patron god to put it there.

By this point it's really the only logical explanation.

Which, as a card-carrying atheist, he's pretty sure is saying something about the depth of his feelings regarding his current circumstances.

Because there's no other explanation for why or how he's managed to find himself in this current situation.

The situation being, of course, Shouta, in full hero gear, standing in the hot sun on a pristine sandy beach, surrounded by screaming fans as he provides extra security and crowd control for the 20th Annual Heroic Sukiwari Charity Drive.

Shouta has seen hell and it is both Ms. Joke's open mic night and this exact moment right here.

Because, again, he's absolutely 100% cursed.

And the avatar of said curse is, obviously, his soon-to-be ex-best friend who somehow roped him into this entire thing.

Because some people say divine retribution when talking about cosmic revenge plots but Shouta tends to just says Yamada Hizashi. The two are, in many ways, interchangeable.

Shouta's going to put purify salts in all of Hizashi's hair products and also his sugar jar and possibly his energy drinks the next chance he gets.

Because if he never sees another shirtless pro-hero or another watermelon again in his life it'll be too soon.

He's pretty sure he has permanent hearing damage from all of the screaming and screeching the crowd's been doing since this thing started.

And if, after all these years of friendship with the personification of a megaphone, watching a bunch of pro's crush watermelons with nothing but their personal strength on a beach to raise money for various charities is what finally destroys his hearing Shouta is going to shave Hizashi bald before he finally embraces sweet death.

Or enacts Nezu's birthday plans and becomes a supervillain.

The jury's honestly still out at this point.

Shouta does his best to shut out the screaming behind him as one of the cameramen slides up beside him, getting a better angle on the stage as Hizashi, who's currently screeching about Miruko's performance, practically dances across the sand in front of where Shouta's standing.

"Wow, wow, wow," Present Mic chants as he dramatically fans himself, "that was one on heart-stopping, hare-raising show. Let's give it up for everyone's favorite bad, bad, bunny, Miruko!"

For her part, Miruko just struts off the small stage with a nonchalant wave to the crowd, her tiny white bikini in place and the pulverized remains of the half dozen watermelons she'd dropped kicked into soup left behind her.

"But don't lose that rhythm yet listeners," Mic announces gleefully. "Because we've got one more hero set to take the stage! So, without further ado, it's the moment I know a lot of you have been waiting for, myself included if we're being honest. The pièce de résistance of our little shindig, the showstopper himself, the one, the only, the #1 Can Do Hero Dekiru."

The crowd is absolutely deafening.

And, for once, Shouta has to grudgingly admit that he can't actually blame them.

Shirtless, sculpted shoulders and tight abs on display thanks to his low sitting and almost criminally short green swim shorts, and with his trademark bashful smile in place, Dekiru trots out from behind the curtained-off area with a crate of watermelons resting on his shoulder like it's no big deal.

Shouta's pretty sure someone to his immediate right faints but considering they're not currently a trample risk he ignores it.

But the casual show of strength with no quirk use in sight is more than a bit impressive.

For all that people, romance specifically, and attraction in general, have all been things to be considered on a firm case-by-case basis for Shouta, even he has to admit that Dekiru is ... captivating.

Rather drastically so for Shouta considering he's never actually met the man before in person.

Though Shouta does feel like he almost knows him on some level considering the fact that it really would take an act of the actual gods to get Yagi to shut up about his erstwhile protege during staff meetings.

Dekiru waves his free hand at the crowd as he sets his crate of watermelons down on the stage.

"Show us what you've got!" Mic demands from a few feet to Shouta's left. "And let's give him some encouragement listeners!"

The crowd starts up a loud and steady chant of "De~ki~ru!" as the hero pulls his first watermelon out and begins his set.

With an effortless flex of muscles, Dekiru digs his fingers into the watermelon and wrenches it completely in two.

Shouta reaches up to tug at the top of his uniform, relishing the small sip of cool air it grants him.

Shoulders and biceps flexing, another watermelon meets its end between Dekiru's palms.

Shouta really needs to add a water bottle to his utility belt because hydration is important. Or so he's been repeatedly told.

"Those hands, those muscles," Mic groans dramatically. "He really is the Can Do Hero!"

Cheeks noticeably flushed, Dekiru sits down on the stage and fits a watermelon between thick, toned thighs.

His hips twist, those thighs flex, and the watermelon cracks, spilling juice and sweet pink flesh all over Dekiru's lap.

"Oh god," Shouta can't help but say, "I wish that was me right now."

On stage Dekiru's eyes go wide as his attention somehow abruptly zero's in on Shouta.

It's at that moment that Shouta becomes aware of the deafening silence that's fallen over the beach.

Head-turning agonizingly slowly to the left, Shouta's confronted with the sight of Mic, microphone in hand, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

His sunglasses are askew and he's staring at Shouta with a look on his face that's one part horror and one part unholy glee.

As a matter of fact, the entire beach is staring at him in much the same way.

For a moment Shouta just freezes, body going still at having so much attention turned in his direction.

This ... was not the turn he was expecting the day to take by far.

His first instinct is to, honestly, use his scarf to slingshot himself directly into the sun so his soul can be cleansed with cosmic fire.

But then ...

"Ah," Dekiru speaks up from on the stage, one hand ruffling the back of his hair and cheeks darker than before, "maybe we could go on a date first though? If you'd like?"

There's suddenly a part of Shouta that doesn't actually want to delete himself from existence via self-immolation.

And there's an even large part that doesn't want to outright reject Dekiru's seemingly sincere offer.

Because, when it all comes down to it, Dekiru seems to be, by all accounts, what passes for exactly Shouta's type.

Whip-smart if his very public arrest record and tendency to argue online and on the air with people he disagrees with is anything to go by.

Cute, with that dark green hair and sharp undercut, matching wide eyes, and a face sprinkled liberally with freckles.

Leanly built and small enough that Shouta's sure he could move him around easily but obviously muscular enough to be able to put up just the right amount of resistance in the right situation.

And, above all else, if the stories are to be believed, obviously some degree of batshit insane.

More than one story Yagi had told during breaks had Shouta questioning if the man had imported special American demons back to Japan and then stuffed them all into the deceptively charming and approachable-looking hero that is Dekiru.

So there's really only one logical way to proceed forward in this situation.

Shouta grins.

Several people in the crowd around him step back.

He's pretty sure he hears someone start reciting a prayer.

But Dekiru just blushes, eyes locked on Shouta's and teeth tugging at his lower lip.

"Hope you like coffee," Shouta finally says into the breathless silence that's fallen over them, "and cats."

Dekiru lights up, a smile brighter than the sun and twice as deadly blossoming across his face.

Just off of Shouta's side, Hizashi's busy having some kind of hysterical seizure.

Around them the crowd is going absolutely feral.

Yagi's going to birth actual kittens in the middle of the staff room when he finds out about this.

Shouta can't wait.

[genshxn]

ｉｎｔｒｏｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ

Isekai oneshots series - Part 1 // 500 Followers event series

Thank y’all so much for 500 followers fhrjendjfir

For a while now you’ve been feeling an intense pair of eyes staring at you, despite being asleep. Shifting around, you’re pulled from your sleep from the gaze. Opening your eyelids feels like opening rusty shutters. It took a moment for your 3AM brain to compute what was looking at you, but once you finally realize it was a pair of stranger’s eyes, you immediately launch yourself back like an octopus.

You land backwards on your ass, hard. When the hell did the floor turn to stone, and when were you sleeping on it? Rubbing your sore backside a little bit, you finally take in your surroundings... some sort of unfamiliar laboratory? To your side, there’s all sorts of bookshelves and strange contraptions. Nothing you had really seen in high school biology class, for sure.

"...Are you okay?" A voice suddenly asks. What’s with the familiar voice? You look directly in front of you, and there’s a familiar face looking at you from a kneeling position.

You furrow your eyebrows. This shit can’t be real, right?

"Albedo?" You ask, your voice high pitched in confusion and apprehension.

"Oh my, you know my name," he speaks. He writes down something in a notebook he had next to him. "How strange."

What’s strange is that I’m suddenly face to face with a fucking video game character who looks real as hell. You think to yourself.

"How did I get here?" If your suspicions prove true, then you should be in Mondstadt, Teyvat. Specifically Albedo’s alchemy research lab.

"I was trying a particular summoning ritual I found in an old tome. You are the result of the summoning," Albedo trails off lightly, likely continuing his tangent to himself in his head.

"W-where am I?" Time to see if you’re right.

"You’re in my alchemy workshop. We’re in Mondstadt, Teyvat."

"Holy fuck I really did get isekai’d," you muttered to yourself, bringing your hand to your forehead.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. I—I’m... uhh... basically not from this world."

"Another outlander... I figured." He thinks to himself. Alright, so you’re definitely here at the same time as the traveller. "Do you perhaps want a different attire? Those clothes don’t look very... practical. Like sleepwear, almost."

No shit. I’m still in my pyjamas. You pulled me outta my bed. You grumble in your mind.

"Sure. I’ll take a change of clothes if you have some."

"I’m afraid it’s just a standard Knights of Favonius uniform without the armour." Albedo hands it to you and turns away for you to change. You quickly do so and slip on the black turtle neck, puffy black pants and knee high boots.

"Decent," you say.

Albedo turns back around. "Come with me. There’s someone you may like to meet," he says, gesturing with his hand for you to follow him out of the alchemy lab.

You exit out of the headquarters and into the bright city of Mondstadt. It’s currently sunset, but the sky is still bright. You thought it was last 3AM, so you’re quite tired now. But you’ve already been woken up, so there’s no going back to sleep for you. Albedo appears to be headed in the direction of the tavern. What? Who’s at the tavern? The traveller?

Nah, turns out it was literally fucking everyone.

"What the fuck."

Pretty much every playable character is packed into Angel’s share. It’s lively with all the conversation between everyone. No one really notices your entrance except Diluc who simply casts a confused look at your unfamiliar face.

Albedo drifts over to a braid-styled blond that you instantly recognize as Aether, who was chatting to Paimon and Jean. He turns in your direction and wonders over with Albedo in tow.

"So you’re the same as me, huh?"

"Yep." You bite the inside of your mouth to not blurt out anything dumb. You’re surrounded by characters—uh, more people now—that you simp. You do not want to say anything stupid.

"What brings you to Teyvat?" Aether asks. It’s weird talking to him without Paimon being the surrogate speaker for the silent protagonist. He’s not really the protagonist anymore. It’s arguably you now.

"Uh... Albedo was stuffing around with summoning and I was the thing that got summoned."

"Oh, so you’re here by accident."

"Yes... I unfortunately don’t have any way to send them back to their world." Albedo joins in.

Maybe I don’t wanna go back so fast.

Out of nowhere, you feel something small bump into you from behind. You turn around and it’s a drunk Venti.

"Ehhhh, who’s this new pretty face?" He slurs. A blush is evident on his face. If he’s this drunk, he’s got to have knocked back at least 30 beers or so.

"This is... I do not know your name actually," Albedo realizes he never asked your name. Oops on his behalf, you guess.

"Y/N."

"Huh, that’s a strange name. Doesn’t sound local." Venti wracks his brain, trying to think where it could be from. "Oh! Could it be you’re like ol’ Aether here?"

How the fuck did the drunkard guess correctly. Then again, he is a god.

"Uh... yeah. Our situations are similar enough..." You say. You didn’t really lose your only next of kin to a god that looks like it’s from a different game. You got summoned here by Albedo out of pure fucky-wucky luck.

"Everyone!" Venti suddenly calls out. Oh boy, here he goes with his drunken antics. "We have another outlander with us now!" He pretty much hangs off you with one arm while pointing at you with his free hand. "Give ol’ Y/N a warm welcome!"

Literally everyone is staring at you. This is a nightmare.

"Uh... Hi," is all you can get out.

"Well hello there, Y/N. I must say, that name of yours is quite pleasant to say," a smooth voice coos from the corner of the tavern. You know exactly who it belongs to. Kaeya.

You look over at the blue-haired man who’s sat at the bar cross legged with one arm on the bench, propping up his head. His eye screams "FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT". You notice a blush on his face. He’s also drunk off his ass. Kaeya is promptly bonked over the head by Diluc with an empty beer mug.

"Owww..." Kaeya rubs his head.

"Shut it, Kaeya. Gods, can you wait 10 seconds without flirting? Sorry about him. He’s worse when he’s drunk. Just ignore him." Diluc sighs, crossing his arms.

"Oh, so you’re not going introduce yourself since you did for me?" Kaeya throws a glare at the redhead, who in turn sighs.

"Name’s Diluc. I own the tavern," he says.

"Y/N? I do not believe that is a name similar to Aether’s. You must be from different world, then." A deep voice chimes in. Oh fuck, you know who that is as well. Zhongli. Why is he here in Mondstadt?

"It’s certainly a strange name, alright."

"You’re one to talk, Fatui."

You also know the next two belong to. Childe and Xiao, respectively. Your eyes flitter about the crowd and spot them quickly. Xiao is perched on the second floor railing while Zhongli and Childe are sat at a table.

"Aww, no need to be a sourpuss in front of the new one," Childe chuckles to himself, obviously provoking Xiao, who takes the bait.

"I’m not a sourpuss!" He hisses. This just rises another laugh out of Childe. You’re surprised to find Zhongli suddenly standing in front of you, as you were distracted by the brief drama between the adeptus and the harbinger.

"My apologies for those two. They do not get along very well. My name is Zhongli. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He greets you.

"Y-you too."

Now it’s Childe’s turn to suddenly appear before you. "Hey, the name’s Tartaglia, or Childe. But if you want, you can call me your’s—," Childe was instantly cut off by Xiao hurtling a mug at Childe’s head. What’s up with the flirters getting bonked?

"I’m Xiao... If you ever need me, just call my name and I’ll be there," he grumbles, readjusting himself on his perch.

"Goodness, the men are certainly talkative tonight," Another voice speaks. This time, it’s a woman’s voice. "Don’t mind them, outlander. My name is Ningguang. Pleased to meet you." The white haired lady greets you with a coy grin. You thought she wouldn’t have any interest... So why’s she talking to you?

"Ah, so this the newbie, huh?" A strong arm slings around your neck. You look up and see Beidou looking down at you. "How ya doin’ kiddo? Name’s Beidou, cap’n of the Crux. Come visit if you wanna grab a drink sometime," she grins. Her chest is awkwardly close to your face.

"Beidou, you are rather tactless, you know," Ningguang sighs. Whether it’s from how close Beidou suddenly got or whether she instantly invited you out for drinks, you don’t know.

"Loosen up Ning, we’re at a tavern," Beidou nudges Ningguang, to which the white haired woman just rolls her eyes.

"Oh my, so this is the cutie everyone’s talking about all of a sudden?" There’s literally only one person who calls everyone a cutie. Lisa. "Hello there, sweetie~ If you ever need help with anything, I’m always available to do anything for you." She finishes with a wink.

"Lisa, don’t be so hasty. Give Y/N some room to breathe." She places a hand on the mage’s shoulder and reigns her in a bit. "Sorry about her... She gets a bit... enthusiastic when meeting new people. I’m Jean, Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius. If you ever have any troubles, don’t hesitate to let me know," she says with a kind smile. Jean seems the most level headed here.

Looking around, your eye also catches Ganyu who’s face planted down on the table, asleep. That’s honestly how you wanna be.

Right now, you seem to have a lot of hot people clamouring over you. Did you die and ascend to heaven? Or are you burdened with the curse of the isekai harem protagonist?

ep 2 ->

[koushou]

hey can i request a oneshot or hc for megumi, thank you 😩❤️

insufferable

pairing : megumi fushiguro x f!reader {small angst + fluff}

warnings : reader injury, gojo being a perv

word count : 3k

a/n : thank u for requesting! i'm a sucker for enemies to lovers, so this was fun to write, i hope you enjoy !

he’s been your rival for as long as you could remember, it was always some kind of competition between the both of you. although, the feeling you both feel for each other, is it truly as simple as hatred? 

Insufferable.

It was the only way to describe the dark haired boy standing in front of you, a smug grin playing on his lips.

“Alright, calm down, you two,” your teacher’s voice rang over to where you were standing as he made his way over.

Gojo sighs, running a hand through his hair as he eyes the both of you. 

“What did I say abo-”

“He clearly had a head start!” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, glaring down your rival across from you.

“Are you accusing me of cheating?” He raises his eyebrows at you tauntingly.

“Anyone could tell that you ran before sensei blew the whistle!” 

“Maybe you should stop focusing on me, and work on bettering your own abilities instead.” He rolls his eyes while starting to walk away, obviously getting bored of the conversation.

“You—!” 

“Okay, okay, come on,” Gojo leads you away before you could tackle the boy with his back turned to you.

Megumi Fushiguro.

Your life-long rival, you guys had been by each other’s side for as long as you could remember.

Not that you wanted to remember, you hated him. And so did he.

Everything was a competition between the both of you, and although you would die before admitting it, your constant battles did improve you as a jujutsu sorcerer.

When you both found out you were going to be attending Jujutsu Tech together, you personally saw it as an opportunity to fight him even more, to prove that you were the stronger one, while Megumi-

Well, he didn’t care. He never cared about anything, anyway.

“Come on, we’re heading to the mission location,” Gojo begins to walk ahead of you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You let out a sigh, wishing you could be in the safe confines of your room instead of fighting alongside your least favorite person in the whole world.

“Sensei, what are the curses’ grades?” You ask after the tall white-haired man, who was getting into the front passenger seat of a black car.

“They said it would be a couple Grade 3’s, nothing too much,” the older man yawns, stretching his arms over his head before cursing as they bump against the car’s roof.

“They also mentioned a special grade or something, I don’t really remember,” Gojo slams the car door shut, leaving you to roll your eyes at the man’s irresponsibility.

About to make your way to the car as well, you stumble as a force pushed you from behind, turning around as you get ready to attack whoever was-

“Try not to die to a couple Grade 3’s, alright?” Megumi smirks down at your fuming expression, before making his way to the car.

“I mean, I know they can be quite a hassle for you, but take your time.”

Inhaling sharply, you massage your temples with one hand, trying to suppress your frustration and holding back from tackling the boy to the ground.

“He’s so immature.” Nobara, one of your closest friends at Jujutsu Tech, comes up to you, rolling her eyes at the boy.

“Ignore him, let’s have some meat buns when we get back.” She sends you a wink before walking towards the car, to which you respond with a laugh.

There will be meat buns waiting when I get back, you thought to yourself, licking your lips unconsciously. It will be worth it, snuggling up back in your fluffy blankets, binging your newest favorite show that was airing today-

“You coming or not?” A voice breaks you from your daydream, snapping your head up.

“Ah, are you scared? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” Megumi smiles at you mockingly, chuckling as he shoves his hands into his pockets and entering the car in the back seats.

Ah.

This was going to be a long day.

-

“We’re here,” Gojo announces, unlocking the car door to get out. 

You all exit the car, stretching as you take note of your surroundings.

The mission assigned this time was to eliminate a couple curses who had sneaked their way into an elementary school. The students were still inside, so you had to be extra careful with fighting.

“Well then, let’s head in.”

Starting to make your way toward the school entrance, a small groan from the side halts you all in your tracks.

A green, slimy creature emerges from the bushes, crawling on its legs as it stares up at all of you.

It leaps forward suddenly, lunging at you, as you raise your sword in time to block it, slicing it in half in one swift motion.

It lets out a final groan as it drops to the ground, melting into a green blob.

“Not too bad, you actually killed it.” Megumi raises an eyebrow in amusement as you clean your sword of any of its remains.

“Thanks for the compliment.” You snarl at him sarcastically, drawing another sigh from Gojo.

You all continue making your way to the school’s front doors, when suddenly your teacher holds an arm out, stopping all of you.

“Shh, listen.”

There was a quiet voice- no, many voices coming from down the hallway of the school. The building was filled with black smoke, restricting your views of where the sounds were coming from.

It sounded as if the many voices were chanting a curse or spell of some sort, and you all knew instantly.

This couldn’t be the doings of a grade 3.

It had to be a special curse.

Gojo steps forward slowly, entering the black smoke as he checks the left hallway, before returning and nodding to you that it was safe.

You nod, slowly making your way into the school as well, turning to check the right hallway. 

The black smoke almost made it hard to breathe, you trying your best to swat away any smoke making your eyes tear up.

The chanting became louder as you entered the hallway, and you saw a figure standing in the middle.

Your breath catches in your throat, ready to turn and tell Gojo what you saw, but could you really describe what it was?

It stood at least two feet above you, with gray skin mixed with red blotches here and there and multiple arms hanging by its side. Horns and unidentifiable liquids stuck to its skin, with its mouth hanging open. It had the sharpest teeth you’d ever seen on a curse- no, you’d ever seen in your life- and drool pooled at the corners of its lips, if you could even call them lips, before dripping down its chin, staining the marble floor.

It continued to chant its spell, however it sounded as if the voices were in your head, in your eardrums, echoing through your brain. 

You could hear your name being called from behind you, probably Gojo, but the chants were getting louder, louder, and louder until the special grade was standing right before you, its tall figure looming over you.

Snap out of it, you thought to yourself, trying to shake its voice out of your head, commanding your legs to move. To turn back. To run.

Finally you felt your legs listening to you, and you turned around and ran. Ignoring the pattering footsteps of the creature following close behind you, you ran as fast as you could.

Finally, you could see the light at the entrance, where you all had been before, and you could almost see their faces, until-

“Y/N—!” 

A sharp pain shot through your stomach.

Ah, that voice.

The voice of your rival who had been competing with you, fighting with you, for your whole life.

It was like it all happened in slow motion, like in the movies.

Megumi and the others stood before you, with a horrified expression as their eyes travelled down, down to your stomach.

You followed their gaze, a dark crimson stain beginning to seep through your uniform, a sharp horn stabbed from the back, right through your body.

Ah, this was it. That jerk was right, huh? I am weak after all.

At that moment, your body went limp. All feelings left your limbs, leaving you to free fall forward, eyes closing as you begin to lose consciousness.

But not before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you, stopping you from the impact.

“Y/N! Wake up, come on, wake up—!”

Why do you keep shouting? You’re so loud, be quiet.

“You can’t do this, wake up— please—“

I told you to be quiet, geez, let me sleep already.

And the last crumb of consciousness left your body.

-

A horrible thumping pain in your head. Hushed voices from next to you. Fingers entangled with yours.

Wait- fingers?

It had never been so hard to open your eyes, wincing as a bright light from above hits you directly. 

Taking a moment to adjust, you finally looked around your surroundings.

It seemed as if you were in a hospital room, long tubes connected to your arms, hands, legs, making it hard for you to move at all.

You notice a doctor and Gojo speaking by the door, but what shocked you was the sleeping boy by your bed.

The sunlight seeping through the window shines on his slender face perfectly, dark strands of hair framing his sleeping face, one you could’ve almost teased him for until you notice his hands. Your hands. 

His fingers entangled with yours by your side, the warmth from his palm radiating through yours as the rise and fall from his breathing caused his hands to move slightly every time.

You wished you could snap a picture of this right now, but the comforting feeling of his hands against yours made you not want to move an inch.

“Ah, you’re awake, Y/N,” You recognized your teacher’s voice as he makes his way over to your bed with a relieved smile.

You feel the boy wake up with a jolt, eyes blinking to focus themselves, before settling on yours and widening. 

It was only then that he became aware of your entangled hands, quickly pulling away and coughing to cover the slight pink spreading across his cheeks.

“How are you feeling?” The doctor next to Gojo asks, holding a clipboard in his hands.

“Just a bit sore in my ribs, but nothing too much.” Megumi glances in your direction, and you would’ve thought it was out of concern before mentally slapping yourself at the absurdity of it.

“Alright, we’ll need to keep you here for a few weeks,” the doctor says, noting something on his clipboard. “I’ll be right back, we still need to give you a check-up.”

He leaves the room, and Gojo takes a seat on the other side of your bed, across from Megumi.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Y/N,” he sighs, before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Good thing you were brought back in time, doc says that any longer and the injury would’ve been more severe.” 

You nod, facing your teacher, “Thank you sensei, I should’ve been more careful.”

He shakes his head, “It was a special grade, my fault for not notifying you all earlier.”

A grin spreads across his face, leaning forward slowly in his seat. 

“But I’m not the one you should be thanking.” He nods his head slightly to your left, making you turn to see a coughing Megumi, who suddenly thought his shoes were the most interesting things in the world.

Gojo chuckles, patting your shoulder as he gets up to leave.

“I’ll leave you two alone, Megumi take care of her, alright?”

Even behind the blindfold, you could sense that he was sending a wink your way.

The boy only grumbles in response, fiddling with his hands nervously.

You stare at him, before bursting out in laughter.

His head shoots up, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you still laughing.

“What’s with that gloomy look? Don’t tell me…” 

You tilt your head at him, a smirk spreading across your face.

“Aww, are you worried about me, ‘gumi?” 

The use of the nickname you made for him makes him scoff, turning away from you.

“As if. Just wondering about how stupid you were to get yourself hurt.”

He bites his lips for a moment, as if pondering his next words.

“And stop laughing so hard, what—”

Megumi stops and looks away.

“—what if your wound opens again?” He murmurs quietly, but you managed to catch it.

Your eyebrows raise in surprise, before chuckling at him teasingly, “So you are worried about me, liar.”

“Am not!”

“You totally are.”

“Keep lying to yourself.”

With a sigh, you close your eyes, refusing to argue with the boy any longer.

“By the way, what did sensei mean before? That you were the one I should be thanking?”

You open your eyes, waiting for his answer.

His eyes widen the slightest bit, before looking away once again.

“...s’nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You raise your eyebrows at him, confused.

He shakes his head, showing that he wasn’t going to answer.

Groaning, you roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “God- you’re so infuriating sometimes, why—”

“When you fainted, I carried you all the way to the hospital, okay?! On my own damn legs, I ran all the way here, I don’t know why I did, but I did so stop asking—!”

Megumi shouts, panting as he finishes talking with an unreadable look in his eyes.

You gape at him slightly, still trying to register his words.

“You...carried me here? Why didn’t you just take the car?”

He scoffs, “The car is way too slow, I would be faster. Plus, your injury would’ve gotten worse so you should thank me.”

He eyes you, searching for any emotions on your face, but all you felt was confusion at the moment.

A few beats of silence pass, and Megumi sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well? At least say something.” He mumbles, shifting his feet on the floor.

You just look at him, not believing what he said, before laughing softly.

“Man, ‘gumi, if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought you liked me so much that you were scared that I would die.” 

You teased him, expecting a scoff or an insult thrown back of some sort, but he just rolls his bottom teeth in between his teeth, not making eye contact.

“...so what if I do?” He finally says, so softly that you wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you.

Wait, why was he so close to you—

The distance between you two closed as he leaned forward to meet your lips with his. The kiss was slow, inexperienced, but honest and passionate. 

Your eyes widened in shock, while his were screwed tight, afraid to open and meet yours.

A contrast to his appearance and personality, his lips were soft, fitting snugly against yours, the taste of him sweet, like cherries.

After a few seconds, he pulls away hesitantly, sitting back down in the chair.

The tension was so thick in the room, not even a knife could cut through it.

It was awkward for a few beats before he spoke.

“I-uh, sorry, I don’t know why I did that,” he rubs the back of his neck, a heavy pink dusting his cheeks.

“It..it’s fine, it was nice,” you spoke softly, almost whispering.

His head shot up, facing you. “You liked it?” 

You bit the inside of your cheeks, before nodding, slowly meeting his gaze. 

“Thank you, for saving me.” 

A small smile spreads across his lips. Not a teasing one he would use when he was making fun of you, not a fake one, no. This was different.

Megumi was genuinely smiling at you like you were the most amazing thing he’s ever seen before.

“No problem,” he speaks, before slowly reaching for your hand.

Watching you with a careful gaze for any signs of discomfort, he intertwines his fingers with yours, giving it a small squeeze.

“... I was scared, you know?” He sighs, eyes never leaving your face.

“Scared that… I would lose the one person I care about.” You flush at his words.

“I know, I treat you like you’re below me all the time, like you’re weak, but I-“ He clears his throat, not wanting to mess this up. He only had one chance after all.

“-I do care about you, and I get happy whenever we fight against each other, or with each other. I was scared that- that I would lose the most important person in my life.”

You couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face, one part of you wanting to tease him like usual, but the other part of you, wanted to do something else.

You tug on his hand that was still holding yours, making him lean forward as you met his lips halfway.

The kiss was a little longer this time, you didn’t have to use words to convey your feelings. He knew. And you knew, too.

Pulling away at last, you lightly flicked his forehead, causing him to pout and rub the sore spot.

You giggle, looking down at your intertwined hands.

“I care about you too, Megumi. A lot. I always have.”

You smile.

“And I always will.”

He smiles widely, leaning forward once again until you hear muffled voices on the other side of the door.

“Do you think they’re having s-”

“Sensei! Stop being so loud, they might hear you—“

The door suddenly slams open with Nobara and Gojo tumbling onto the floor. 

Silence.

Laughing awkwardly, they finally stand up, nudging the other to speak.

“I- she- uh, we- woah—!” Gojo gasps dramatically at the sight of your hands together.

“So you were having s-”

Both of you flush at the same time, shouting at him.

“We weren’t—!”

You all burst out laughing, feeling Megumi squeeze your hand softly.

Gosh, making you feel butterflies in your stomach like this?

Megumi Fushiguro was truly insufferable.

[elysianslove]

cheering you up ; haikyuu boys

synopsis; different ways the haikyuu boys care for you and cheer you up when you’re sad

pairings; karasuno x reader, nekoma x reader, aoba johsai x reader, fukurodani x reader, shiratorizawa x reader, inarizaki x reader

genre; fluff

warnings; none probably a bunch of mistakes lmfao

note; i had to repost this like 3 times rip. anyways, im sorry for not adding inarizaki on my last one jbshds but they’re here now!!

karasuno ━━

sugawara koshi; i definitely think he's so in tune with you, and your emotions. he learns your cues very well, and knows every little thing about you that there is to learn. if you're having a bad day, he'll notice right away. he won't comment on it though. all he'll do is these little things to try to cheer you up, but it's going to be very subtle. he'll let u rest ur head on his shoulder, run his fingers through ur hair. he'll sneakily buy u ur favorite snack. doesn't bring anything up until you do. ends the day with cuddles and a chick flick.

sawamura daichi; he notices but he doesn't really know how to react. not because he doesn't know what to do, but because he doesn't want to trigger you or deepen your sadness in any way. he's very careful with you. if it's something throughout the day, he's very quiet and tender with you, just silently lets you rest your head against his chest and rubs your back/arm tenderly. as you're walking home he asks if you want to talk about it, and reminds you that it's good to, but it's also okay if you don't want to.

nishinoya yuu; not a single sad moment with mr noya here. seriously you cannot breathe. ok but in all honesty, when you're sad. he's sad. sends you memes, and you'll be laughing at them with tears streaming down your face because you don't really know what you're feeling anymore. he does a lot of tiktok trends with you, any of the couple ones. grabs your faces and ,,, smooch all over. until you have no choice but to laugh. if you want to cry even more, he'll watch the notebook and the vow a thousand times over, and be a sobbing mess next to you. just don't tell the guys okay? <3

kageyama tobio; he's so.   bad. at this please help him. like he can tell ur sad, bc he's v good at reading people. but like. what the fuck is he supposed to do. anyways. when u two get to be alone and he kinda notices how quiet you are, he just nudges you slightly, and pulls you to him. it's easier to talk to you, he's calmer, when he can't directly look at you. when he feels you start to shake in his arms, feels the wet tears down your cheeks as you start to sob in his arms, his heart kinda breaks. all he can do is hold you, but it's what you need. and he'll listen too, if that's what you need as well.

tsukishima kei; i think he notices, but doesn't bring it up at all. the way he goes about it is he'll tease you to try and bring a smile on your face. because this is tsukki, and you know him well enough, you know the truth behind his jabs, enough to appreciate them. if it doesn't work, he'll just start to make fun of people in front of you, pointing random people out with you and just being like "wanna bet on what's making their relationship fall apart" this sadist i stg. like suga, he subtly makes you feel better until you yourself approach him about whatever's upsetting. actually gives 10/10 advice bc he's v honest.

asahi azumane; he's so empathetic oh my god bruh. notices immediately. "baby what's got u so upset" w a big pout on his face and when u just mumble "nothin" so low he barely catches it and instead throw yourself into his arms, he gives you a big, certified asahi bear hug. doesn't leave your side at all. constantly mutters sweet nothings and encouragements. if you do the bare minimum like make it through class he'll meet you after and be all "im so proud of my pretty baby". cuddles all day. all night. he's not very good at advice but he is the best listener !!! so attentive and you'll feel a huge weight lifted.

tanaka ryunosuke; "aight who do i need to jump" type beat. u love him so much though. that one sentence and sentiment already has you feeling better. immediately hugs you so tight, borderline suffocating you. "wanna ditch school". 100% willing to do so. he doesn't really know whether to approach it with distracting you or facing the obstacle head-on, but he finds a middle ground. eats your feelings out with you. saeko pulls out the embarrassing ryu pictures and suddenly you don't know why you were ever sad.

hinata shoyo; is really oblivious for a bit tbh. when he first meets you at the start of the day and his hyperactive self is greeted by your duller, sadder self, he doesn't think much of it. it's when you don't react to him or interact with him the way you usually would that he starts to notice you being off. he's actually super straightforward about it, and approaches you with some of your favorite snack that he bribed ukai to give him for free and just "wanna tell me whats up, baby?" he's so, so easy to talk to. immediately you're venting. and he listens to intently, gives stupidly good advice. it's like such simple approaches to your problem but?? it works. anyways you love him.

yamaguchi tadashi; will be super worried about what he could do to make it better, and kinda just tries to feed you as much positive energy as he can. once he's comfortable with people, he becomes really chatty, so i see him talking your ear off with the biggest smile on his face that you have no choice but to kind of ? mimic it? he just radiates goodness and sweetness that it shifts your own energy. he on some witchcraft shit on god. anyways when he walks you home or something, he'll just stop for a min and avoid your eyes when he says "ik u dont feel the best, but i dont want you to have to hide that from me, okay?" stan tadashi <3

nekoma ━━

kuroo tetsurō; drops everything. i mean it. i genuinely think kuroo would be such a good boyfriend that he'll sense it and text u as ur getting ready for school and be like "are u sad i feel like ur sad". you dont really wanna worry him and you'll just reassure him ur fine but he's already at your front door in — not his school uniform. insists the two of you take the day off saying "its fine babe im super smart". you two will spend the whole day just simply existing, talking when needed, he listens to you if you vent, and tries to come up with as many options of solutions for you so you don't feel weighed down. he'll make sure you eat even if you don't have an appetite, and will try to make u do something productive bc in a lotta cases, it could help you feel a lil better yk :)

kozume kenma; i pretend i do not see it — kozume kenma (2020). jbwjwks im jk. he's like tsukki in the sense that he will never address it, and he doesn't outwardly approach you about it. if it's just an off day for you, and you also happen to not have school, you'll go over to his house, hoping to feel a little bit better when you see him. "can i have a kiss, sunshine" to which he responds "why." you just go "im sad" and he gives u a big smooch. he'll have you lay on his lap while he plays his games, occasionally just sneaking in a peak at you to make sure you're okay. he'll ask if you wanna play to get your mind off things for a while. eventually, when things wind down a bit, he'll just mutter "yk i love you, yeah?" and that lights up your world hehe

haiba lev; as soon as he notices you're sad he just ☹️. he picks out a small flower and as soon as he sees you, he just tucks it by your ear, and smile so brightly and youll just be like "oh my god lev please stop being so cute". he won't really know what to do tbh, but the way he's so lost makes it so heartwarming and it honestly cheers you up all on its own. he just. "would a kiss make it better" and if you nod he'll just start kissing all over your face so softly, until he finally kisses your lips. when he pulls away he asks "again?" with a cute smile and if you nod he'll just kiss you over and over again. very simple way of cheering you up, and very foolproof tbh.

yaku morisuke; i think throughout the day, he might pester you a little bit about telling him what was wrong, but after you keep insisting you're fine, he relents, and decides that maybe giving you your own time and space to open up to him is better. he tries not to act differently in that sense, but he finds himself being a little more soft spoken, and gentler with you. i just had this image flash in my brain of you resting your head on a desk, head turned to the right, and then yaku comes and sits to your right, putting his head on the desk and facing you. and just. "hi :)" your heart melts. he kisses your forehead softly and tells you you're wonderful, in case you've forgotten. if, or when, you do open up to him, he'll be very eager to listen, and ready to fight off whoever upset you.

yamamoto taketora; this man is angry. like properly. "who the FUCK put a frown on my baby's face. speak the fuck up. i won't hurt you. ill just mutilate you." if you tell him that it's no one, and that you're just upset, he'll be so confused but he'll just nod and be like "okay. okay. do you want a hug?" and he'll hug you so tight. he'll admit that he doesn't like seeing you like this, and that he'll do anything to make it better. at first he's very cautious, but then he just lightbulb moment and as soon as you get home he'll be like "karaoke night babyyyyy" and then. no more sad.

aoba johsai ━━

oikawa tōru; very. perceptive. he greets you normally, even if he notices something's off, because he won't want to worsen anything. you meet him right before he has practice after school, and he'll just cup your face, lifting them to brush at your hair, and you just sigh. "my baby's had a long day, yeah?" he'll be very gentle and careful with you, i'm sure. he gives you a kiss, smiling softly into it, and reassuring you that you're much too strong to let a single bad day destroy you like this. he meets you later that night with a lotta ice cream and you two just binge watch any reality show you could find, shit talking the actors together. he himself is terrible at talking about his feelings this dumbass >:( so he understands if you don't want to yk? will encourage u to vent it out though. expect terrible, makes no sense advice

iwaizumi hajime; he kinda like. gets mad? when you continue to be upset and not speak about it? he's not mad at you! he's just. mad. this is iwa okay. anyways. he won't bring it up mostly, only being slightly more affectionate, especially in his hand holding, which is super gentle already as it is. when he invites you over, that's when he actually starts to talk to you about it. he lets you know that there's nothing worse than seeing you like this and not knowing what to do, and that he wants you to be able to talk to him. about anything. even if you think it's stupid. he'll listen, and tell you that it's not stupid if it's making you upset. he cooks for you <33333 then bakes with you <33333 you feel a lot lighter at the end of the night tbh

hanamaki takahiro; (he's so annoying i love him). as soon as he sees you upset he makes it his mission throughout the day to cheer you up in any possible way. spams your phone while you're class with ten thousand wholesome memes. sends you pick up lines. when he meets you in between classes he just yells out "how's my favorite person in the entire world!" and kisses you so wholly in the middle of the school hallway lmfao. while he's walking you home, takes a longer route and purposely, he passes by your favorite store/bakery/ice cream parlor. buys u ur favorite, and pretends to be shocked when you give him a piece. late at night, he'll facetime you, wondering how you're feeling, asking if you needed to talk about it. whether you do or you don't, you two will fall asleep facetiming.

matsukawa issei; the minute he sees you he's like "whats wrong". no hi or anything. he has like this frown on his face, which seems off bc it's rare to see a frown on issei's face, and he just tucks your chin in his palm gently and stares at your pout. "you good, baby?" he can tell you're not, but he wants you to be able to tell him on your own. sticks by your side the entire day, and nobody really mentions it. he talks to you as if it were a normal day, but his voice has a softer edge. he's not distracting you, per se. he's more, talking to fill the space while giving you your own space to think. once you're alone, he'll just drag you to the nearest comfy surface, flop down, and pull you on top of him. if you even try to resist or ask whats going on he'll just "nap and cuddles first." and when u sleep a lil bit of ur sadness away, he'll just let you talk it out as he continues to hold you <333

fukurodani ━━

bokuto kōtarō; just as empathetic as asahi, if not more. he really does feel it all with you. yk sympathy pains that partners get when women get contractions? bokuto is that partner. with bokuto, i feel like he'd never make you feel like you couldn't just straight up text him "im sad" and feel bad about it. if you ever do that, he'll immediately call, not even bothering with a text. if he can't come over, he stays with you until you've cried your heart out and then laughing until you can't breathe. if he can go over, he smothers you with love. repeatedly says "you know i love you, yeah? you know how grateful i am for you?" and in between kisses "im so lucky. so, so lucky."

akaashi keiji; i feel like as soon as akaashi notices you're down, or you're slightly off, he just grabs your hand and squeezes, forcing you to stop spacing out and focus on him for a second. if you're with a lot of people around you, he'll lean close to you and ask if you wanna go home. he'll be so soft and gentle and understanding, making up some excuse on the spot on why the two of you have to leave. if you're alone, he'll grab your hand and kind of tug you towards him, silently asking you to come into his arms, where you yourself know you feel safest. as soon as you're in the comfort of your home together, he'll like run you a bath and slip into it with you, just holding you until the water grows cold and the droplets on your skin are from your own tears. he'll wait it out, just holding you as reassurance, then make sure nothing's stopping you from spilling everything to him.

konoha akinori; when he first notices, he kinda deflates. like. who would wanna see their s/o like that? his smile is gentler when he greets you, and he's so soft with you. he grabs a pen and lifts your palm up, quickly scribbling down in his unique handwriting "i love you :) <3" on your skin, whispering for you not to wash it off until the end of the day. it is weirdly motivating tbh. as soon as the two of you are alone, he says it to you, face to face, an expected look on his face as if to ask "you know that, yeah?". puts on a movie to tune out the rest of the world, and holds you close to him as it drags on. he'll give advice if you're asking for it, but he's a better listener than anything else.

shiratorizawa ━━

ushijima wakatoshi; does not notice. in all honesty, he expects you to approach him whenever you have an issue or if you're upset. he's kinda like ? so confused when you're so down and really unresponsive, until he starts to notice how touchy you are. like you're leaning more into his touch, holding onto his hand like it's your lifeline, stealing his vbc jacket because it smells like him. is very straightforward, and will just ask you if you're okay as he walks/drives you home. kinda just stops in front of your house and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulling you into a hug. "please don't be upset." he won't tell you that it kills him, but you can sense the unsaid words. he urges you to keep his jacket when he notices how safe it makes you feel. greets you the next morning with a new cactus in a pot hehe.

semi eita; is very cuddly once he notices. you'll sit at a table in school and he'll be sitting next to you, but he just pulls you into him and lets you rest your head on his chest, mumbling softly into your hair "i know you're sad and it's okay." he doesn't say anything else, just holds you there with a few kisses in between until he has to let go. late at night, if your thoughts are still keeping you up, he'll be up too, worrying, and will text you at 3 am if u wanna sneak out to meet him. takes you to the park and lays on the grass with you, picking out stars and constellations in the sky, with a soft soundtrack playing from his phone next to the two of you. he makes you feel secure enough to be sad even if you have all the blessings in the world, and makes sure you know that he'll always be there for you, even at 3 in the morning.

satori tendō; cheers you up by making you forget literally everything. replaces the sadness in your brain with just pure serotonin in any way he can think of. he'll take you to an amusement park, get ice cream with you, take you to the carnival in town, to the park, to the beach, to the pool, take you up to his house's rooftop. literally anything. and then he'll say something like "life's too short to spend it being sad over anything, darling." he's so understanding, and if you're frustrated or something he'll tell you to let it out by like wrestling him or some shit. exhausts you so much and you're filled to the brim with dopamine. he makes sure you're always happy, never seeing a dull moment in your relationship with him.

goshiki tsutomu; freaks out. plain and simple lmfao. but once he like grounds himself, he just softly comes up to you and asks you if you wanna talk about it, or if there's anything he can do. if yes, he'll break his leg running to go do it. if no, he'll just sit with you in silence, leaning over to hold your hand, talking to you about volleyball and his aspirations and how well he's improving. he's better at distracting you than helping you face your issues, mainly because he stresses out about giving the wrong advice or somehow making you sadder. he'll take a lot of pictures of you together on snapchat random filters to try and cheer you up, then later on in the night he'll send them to you and be like "look how cute we are ugh what a power couple" i love this dorkhabsjsks

shirabu kenjirō; i think he definitely notices, but keeps it to himself. he’d maybe think he’s imagining things and that you’re okay, so he’d go about his day normally. he doesn’t see you after school, and that’s when he puts two and two together and realizes yeah maybe you are sad. so he texts you, and texts you, and texts you, and gets no reply, so he just. comes over. unannounced. uninvited. just straight vibes. he’s already ordered your favorite take out, and already settling in bed with you under the cover with the lights dimmed and some chick flick playing in the background. gives the b e s t advice because he’s so blunt. like he will tell you if you’re overreacting, but you’re still his s/o, so he’d like wince as he says it. that’s all the sympathy you’re getting <3 but his bluntness will shock you into laughing hehe

inarizaki ━━

miya atsumu; usually, with atsumu, you’re always experiencing loud days. your relationship is all fun and flirty and suave and cool. but when he notices you’re sad, he goes quiet. like. eerily so. immediately pulls you aside somewhere private if you’re at a public place like school or something, and with his hands in yours he asks you if you’re okay. yk that thing where ur on the verge of tears and someone asks you if you’re okay and you just burst. yeah <3. his heart absolutely breaks and he just pulls you into a hug, resting your head on his chest and wrapping his arms around your neck. he just holds you there, even if you’re missing class/your friends are worried. he’ll stay with you until your tears have dried up, until you yourself let go.

miya osamu; i don’t see osamu as someone that loves pda. i feel like he’d be a more lowkey kinda guy. but if you’re sad, that gets thrown out the window. he doesn’t really in the moment, and won’t think too much when he pulls you close to his side and just wraps an arm around your waist/shoulder. yeah he’ll get looks but he can feel you trembling and shaking from holding back tears so yk, priorities. he’ll definitely stress eat with you. takes you literally anywhere and feeds you as you rant to him with tears streaming down your face and he’s just nodding sympathetically as he stuffs your mouth one bite after the other. romance is beautiful

suna rinatarō; when he notices you’re sad, his first response is alright what the fuck who messed up. he immediately blames someone else, and if he’s right, he’ll only get really agitated. just giving everyone the side eye from where you can’t see as he walks the two of you, your hand in his tight. if it’s not someone specific, he’ll just hum thoughtfully and then nod, before pulling you away somewhere private and just sitting you down and saying “talk.” very, very good listener. i can’t stress this enough. as you’re speaking he’s already thinking of a million different ways to help you solve your problem. walks with you as he traces your hands and just quietly tells you all the solutions.

aran ojiro; oh my god as a boyfriend he ticks all the boxes. he’s great at communicating, always satisfies your needs, is trustworthy and trusts you. the list goes on. immediately knows when you’re off/sad, and just smiles softly as he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles and saying, “let’s go home, yeah?” at home, he makes you some calming tea, probably pulls out some cookies or brownies or biscuits (that HE made but we’re not gonna get into that) and just listens as you talk, whether it’s about why you’re sad or just in general. gives you honest advice, but also a lil biased bc he loves you hehe <3

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Five years

-- The film doesn’t release until next week in France but that doesn’t appear to stop my Jake thoughts, so, enjoy!

Taglist: @unsurebuttrying, @dempy, @peaches-1999 -- 

Jake has resigned himself that no one will come. No one ever comes. If he's lucky, he might get a text when he gets off the carrier, but it certainly wouldn't be more than that. It's not that they don't care, Jake knows, they are just busy. Mom and Dad are working, his sister is at college doing her phd and his brothers, okay, maybe his brothers don't care. 

He hangs back with Rooster and Maverick making awkward small talk for a while until Admiral Simpson mercifully interrupts. 

"Seresin, you're not going to see your family?" He asks

"There's no one waiting for me, Sir"

The Admiral raises an eyebrow, nodding towards the tarmac where all other families are waiting, "She's not with you?"

Jake looks out. He sees a woman about his little sister's age and height. Her long blonde hair hangs in loose waves on her shoulders, and her bangs covering the top of her glasses. Hangman has never been so happy to see you. 

A large smile threatens to appear on his face, he tries to keep a straight face as he jogs over to you. He even tries to look annoyed. He can't let you know he's happy you're there, you're his annoying little sister's best friend, he'd never hear the end of it if someone finds out he likes you. 

But then again, you'd be subjected to the same treatment if anyone knew you were here. 

Jake slows down as he gets closer to you, his poker face straining now, especially when he takes a proper look at you. You look nice. Your dress fits you well, it's short and flattering, and he'd happily keep staring at your legs for the rest of his life. Only one thing worries him when he looks at you. You look pissed.

"This book sucks ass!" You shout as soon as he arrives within speaking distance. You're holding up a book he told you about months ago, not expecting you to read it. He's touched by the gesture really, even if you hate the book.

"You drove the 16 hours from Texas to tell me that?" He asks, trying his hardest to sound annoyed

"Yes Jake! 'Oh he's a genius', 'A wordsmith like I ain't ever seen before' Bullshit! This man has the gift of gab, Jacob! He sure knows a lot of words and concise is not one of them!"

"You want to read a good book? Try this. Read it and weep, bitch." you say, slapping a book against his chest, your hand holding it there a moment too long, giving his heart time to override his brain and cover it with his own hand. You both blush as the contact. 

"I've already read it." he says, fairly certain his face twitched slightly in disappointment when you removed your hand. You shake your head slightly as if to chase a thought away.

"Cried like a baby?" you ask

"Oh yeah. I cried like a baby" he confirms, looking at his shoes. He’s not embarrassed by the fact that his team mates are watching now. It’s the intensity of whatever he’s feeling that makes him look away. 

"There's hope for you yet" you say. Jake looks at you again, directly in the eyes this time. You’re still frowning but whatever anger you had has disappeared now, or maybe it was never there and you just needed an excuse to come. No, there was definitely some type of anger, at what you’re not sure, but you’ve just realised what you’ve done. You are standing in front of Jake Seresin, in his tight fitting uniform. He's trying to hold in a smile.

"Look at me, I'm so angry I'm shaking" You breathe out, holding your hand in front of you and looking at it. Jake grabs it with his own. His hand is soft and warm. You’ve held it before, it never used to make you feel this way, it never used to make your breath hitch.

"That's withdrawal, sweetheart. From that ridiculous caffeine addiction you have" he eventually says, taking both of the books you’re holding and nodding towards the parking lot. 

"Don't call me sweetheart" you say, swallowing the rest of your sentence: because it makes my heart beat faster with yearning for something you will never give me, “I brought you pizza" you add

You walk to his truck where you’ve unceremoniously dumped the pizza boxes in your haste to make it inside the base to see him. You’re a little scared that the cheese might have shifted when you threw the boxes but it appears to be fine. 

You’ve picked up his favourite pizza. It shouldn’t feel so funny, because of course you’d pick up his favourite pizza, you’re nice like that, it’s the fact that he never told you what his order was. It’s the fact that you had paid enough attention to him to figure it out by yourself. He looks at you as you take a bite out of your own pizza.

"Stop staring" you tell him

You turn away to grab another slice of pizza from the box behind you.

"What are you thinking?" you ask. He’s trying to talk himself out of doing it, out of just turning around and kissing you. 

"I'm thinking you like me" he says instead, giving you a chance to reject him. Because he cannot do this. You are younger, you are cute and most of all, you are his little sister’s best friend. Doing anything, even just talking and eating pizza, would be the death of your friendship with her and punishable by death for him. You know this, so why did you do it anyway?

"You're full of shit, Jake Seresin" you snap back. 

He’s seen you with other people. With other guys. You’re not usually this abrasive, you’re usually nice, mild-mannered and polite. But with him, you’re always acting like he’s getting on your nerves, even when he knows he’s not. 

Like that time before your exams a few months ago, he’d spent the night explaining the same psychological school of thought to you for the fourth year in a row (even though he had plans, plans he cancelled almost immediately because pathetically, sitting next to you trying to explain Gestalt psychology seemed like a better way to spend an evening), and by four in the morning, you had gotten it enough that you’d be able to pass the exam without worrying too much. There had been a second there, in the silence of the house, after he had made you both drinks. There had been a second where he thought he might have a chance with you. You had leaned close, your lips almost touching and then, in the blink of an eye, you had played it off like you had meant to stand up all along, bringing your cup with you to the kitchen. You’d slammed a cupboard closed, “Would it kill you to close the cabinets when you’re done?” you had spat at him.

He didn’t know why he held onto that moment so hard. Maybe it was because he felt angry when he was with you. Not at you, he could never. But at the fact that he had never, in his life, wanted to kiss someone so badly. 

"Oh am I? So you usually drive 16 hours for random guys" he snapped back with no real bite in his voice.

"On the daily" You sass, then, in a softer and quieter voice you add, "You're not random, you're my best friend's brother."

There is a pause as you both bite down on your pizza slices. 

It’s a damn shame he is too, you think, because if he wasn’t you might have kissed him. You would have kissed him. Despite the fact that this freak of nature liked anchovies on his damn pizza. 

"What are you thinking?" he asks. When you reply, he thinks he might have died and gone to heaven

"I'm thinking I want you to kiss me" your mouth says before you can stop it. 

"My sister will kill you" he breathes out, putting his slice of pizza back in the box and staring at the tarmac in front of him. A jet is gearing up for take off. Jake wipes his fingers clean, and then that gorgeous fucking mouth of his and then he turns towards you, gently taking your slice and throwing it to the side before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling you a little closer.

You shrug, trying to stay calm and keep your heart from leaping out of your chest, "She'll kill me just for coming" you say, your voice low. Forget keeping your heart from beating through your chest, he’s standing so close to you he can probably feel it and for every thud your heart makes, you swear you can feel an echo.

"Ah. 'Go big or go home', then?" he jokes, both of his hands snaking up to cup your face;

"Yeah. Make the trip really worth the ass kicking I'm going to receive" you release a breathy laugh

He hummed, "It would be mean of me to refuse, wouldn't it?" 

Jake doesn’t know why he’s stalling now. You want to kiss him, you told him as much. But you’re so close and he can’t concentrate. Why is he stalling? He knows how to kiss. He just has to bend down and do it. Three… Two… One…

"And rude, don't forget r--." you start but you never finish, because in a second, Jake’s lips are against yours in a bruising kiss. You don’t know yet, but he’s putting five years of pining, crushing and being head-over-heels in love with you into that kiss. He can’t find the words to tell you, but he’s damn well going to try and make you feel it. 

He doesn’t want to come back up for air, he’s happy to die here, actually. Forever stuck in your embrace, your arms thrown around his neck so comfortably that he wonders if they’re not made to be there. But you have to break the kiss at some point, and when you do, you rest your forehead against Jake’s while you catch your breath.

"How long are you here for?" he breathes out between pants

"Six hours. I have work tomorrow." you reply, disappointed that you didn’t take the day off, but then again, you didn’t think your five years of wishing Jake would kiss you would end today.

"Lots we can do in six hours" he says

Even though you don’t mean it, because you’ve certainly thought about Jake that way, you say, "You're a pig, Jacob" gently bumping his head with your hand.

He chuckles, looking down at his shoes, "I was thinking of a date. But if you're offering…"

Go big or go home, right? His sister’s going to kill you anyway, “How about both?”

He freezes for a second, then he closes his eyes and lets out a shaky breath. His hands are still resting on your waist from the kiss and as he opens his eyes to reveal blown out pupils, you feel them gripping tighter til you’re sure there will be a bruise.

“How do you feel about a breakfast date?” he asks, letting go of you and unlocking his truck. 

Fuck work.

“Favourite way to end a night,” you reply, practically jogging into the passenger seat. The pizzas all but forgotten in the bed of the truck, Jake drives off towards his house, barely able to keep the hand that’s on his gear stick from sliding up your thigh. 

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iwaizumi h. - overused

iwaizumi hajime x reader

description: iwa was tired of being used, but that changes when he meets you.

warnings: slight insecurities

He was used to it, sadly.

Iwaizumi no longer was surprised by the ambushes of Oikawa’s fangirls, always seeming nice at first only to get him to do their bidding. It would start off with them approaching him, seemingly interested. However, they had always mastered the art of switching the topic to Oikawa, then requesting Iwaizumi to give him whatever gift they had or their phone number, all which was passed down to Oikawa, who never took it seriously.

“It’s just a simple infatuation. Rightfully so,” his friend beamed, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth. Or, “They just really love supporting me.” 

But to Iwaizumi, it felt like he was invisible.

Of course, he didn’t blame his best friend. It was never Oikawa’s fault that he was loved by many. But rather, he hated the fact that he was always blocked away by the setter’s light. It seemed as if everyone only used him to get close to Oikawa, never to talk to him.

“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa shouted, rushing to his friend with two boxes in his hand. “I got cupcakes! Do you want some? A star player such as myself can’t possibly eat all of this-”

“I’m fine,” Iwaizumi cut him off, but not rudely. “I have to stop by the convenience store, want to come-”

“H-Hey! Oikawa!” A small, chirpy voice interrupted the two.

In front of them stood a petite girl, noticeably nervous. She held a pink envelope in her shaking hands, and they could tell that it was laced with a strong perfume. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes as he saw how she struggled to make eye contact with Oikawa, yet stood directly in front of him. A blush crept on her face as seconds went by, before she spoke again. “Um… hello.”

A grin appeared on Oikawa’s face, and he nodded. “Yes?”

His encouraging tone made her eyes brighten, and she took a deep breath as she smiled and lifted her head to look at him. “Uh, I-”

Iwaizumi beat her to it. “I’ll leave you two alone. See you later.” He patted Oikawa’s back, not bothering to listen to him talk. It most likely would have been something like, “Just wait, you idiot,” but he didn’t think he could stand to listen to yet another confession.

His walk alone was short, but gave him a sense of peace and quiet. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy Oikawa’s company, although he often found comfort in times where he was not around, where he wasn’t compared to him. 

The bell dinged, and he made his way to get himself a drink. It was the only thing he was looking forward to the whole day, even if it seems pathetic. Iwaizumi felt that the past twenty four hours dragged on, making him tired during practice.

He reached out to grab the drink in the front, however, another hand had beaten him to it. Shocked, he looked up, seeing you, dressed in his school uniform. You were just as shocked as he was, as you blinked quickly and opened your mouth.

“Uh…”

Iwaizumi quickly pulled his hand off of yours, stepping back awkwardly. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

But you shook your head, gesturing to the drink. “No, no! You reached for it first. Take it.” 

He thought your smile was really nice. “Thank you.”

After he grabbed one, you grabbed the one behind it. The two of you had both awkwardly walked to the register, standing silently as you waited to pay. Iwaizumi attempted to pay for his first, but you quickly intervened, putting your own drink next to his. “I can pay for them!”

He was taken back by your gesture, not moving fast enough to decline your offer. Before he could say anything, you were already giving the cash to the worker. Although he hadn’t expected it, he appreciated your kindness.

Both of you slowly walked out of the store alongside each other. It was quiet and a little uncomfortable, until he started a conversation. “So, you go to Aoba Johsai?”

“Yes, I’m a third year student, too.” You nodded, making him confused.

“Too? How did you know?”

“Aren’t you in the same year as Oikawa-”

There it was.

Instantly, the smile was wiped off of his face, and Iwaizumi’s mood did a complete 180. It was stupid of him to let his guard down for even a few minutes. Even when he wasn’t there, Oikawa’s presence was too strong.

You noticed his frown, and furrowed your eyebrows in worry. “Are you okay?”

He didn’t bother to make eye contact with you. Instead, he nodded. “I just remembered I have somewhere to be.” As he spoke, Iwaizumi reached into his pocket to grab some money before putting it in your hands. “Thanks for the drink, but here.”

Confused, you stared at the money in your hands. The atmosphere had changed completely, and you wondered if you said something wrong. “I-”

“Have a nice night.” He told you before walking off, leaving you in the street alone.

~

You were told to carry some files to the library, although you didn’t expect it to be so much. As you struggled walking, you hoped that nothing would make you fall and drop everything in your arms.

However, when you hope for something, the opposite usually happens.

Your body stumbled to the ground as you ran into someone. A small curse was heard from you as the files went flying around you on the ground. It would take a while to pick them up, then you dreaded the scolding for ruining the organization of it all. 

“My bad!” 

“Oikawa!”

“I said my bad!”

Looking up, you saw the school’s famous volleyball player, yet your gaze settled on the same body you ran into a little over a week ago. He remembered you too, as his eyes locked with yours. 

A smile worked its way onto your face before you remembered how your last encounter ended, and then you looked away, hands reaching out to gather the papers around you. 

“Damn, that looks like a lot.” Oikawa had said. “You okay, Y/N?”

“I’m okay.” You said truthfully. “Wouldn’t be the first time you made a mess for me to clean up.”

He laughed, then kneeled down to help you. “I swear they were all accidents.”

“How about now?”

“Do you want me to not help you?”

At his remark, you slapped him with the pile you had in your hands, already becoming annoyed with his threats. “Just hurry and help!”

Iwaizumi watched the interaction with confusion. You didn’t act like one of his fans. In fact, it seemed as if you two had known each other for a while now. Your behavior made his brain hurt as it wondered, didn’t you like Oikawa?

“Hey, are you gonna help or just stand there?”

Speak of the devil.

Iwaizumi forced back a smart remark, then began to help the two of you. His hands reached out to grab some scattered papers, but instead he grabbed hold of a warm hand. He looked up in surprise, seeing you smile at him.

“You know, if you keep grabbing my hand I might think you have a little crush on me.” You playfully teased, making him jerk his hand away in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he muttered. He could feel the tips of his ears grow hot and hoped you wouldn’t see it, or worse, Oikawa wouldn’t. Iwaizumi handed you what he picked up.

Once everything was cleared up, you turned to glare at Oikawa. “Next time, please watch where you’re going. I already have a hard enough time carrying this without you running into me.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. If you were weak just say that.” He directed his attention to Iwaizumi. “Help Y/N carry this stuff.”

“Why me?”

The setter only grinned and held up a small paper folded into a heart between two fingers. “I’m afraid I must attend a meeting… one that I’m already late too- Bye!” Before either could object, he raced away.

You suddenly felt a weight being lifted from your arms, and turned to see his best friend taking most of the files from you. He adjusted them in his grasp and asked, “Where to?”

~

“Just put it down here.” You said, watching Iwaizumi set his pile down next to yours on a table. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He nodded. 

Once again, the two of you were in an awkward situation, alone in the empty library. The silence was killing both of you, yet you could not find anything to say.

It was Iwaizumi who broke the silence again. “How do you know Oikawa?”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh! Uh, Tooru and I worked together for the school play a few months ago. I had the unfortunate pleasure to be stuck working with him for most of the time.”

He nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Oh, that’s how you know him.”

“Yup.” 

He felt he needed to apologize. But the words were stuck in his throat. It was not often he found himself in such a situation.

However, you already knew his predicament. “When I mentioned Oikawa- the other day- it wasn’t because I liked him or something.”

Iwaizumi’s head snapped to face you. “H-Huh?” You gave a soft smile. “I just always noticed you coming by when we prepared for the play. That’s how I knew you were friends with Oikawa, and what year you were in. Sorry if I upset you.” Your sudden apology warmed his heart, as weird as it sounded. 

“You remember me?” Was all he asked. “Why?”

A blush crept on your cheeks. “That’s all you got out of that?”

He hesitated for a moment, before chuckling. “Are you disappointed with that?”

“No, actually,” You began. “I’m pretty glad.”

Iwaizumi couldn’t fight the smile on his face.

“Oh? Something fell.” You mumbled, seeing a paper on the ground between you two. 

Right away, the two of you reached down to grab it at the same time, once again finding your hands touching. It made both of you stop, until you let out a soft laugh. 

“What’s funny-” Iwaizumi started to ask, but was stopped by you linking your fingers together. “Oh.” He felt his cheeks heat up.

“Okay, now I actually do think you have a crush on me.”

“Shut it.” But he smiled.

[levis-little-nuggie]

How the brothers would react to catching f!MC riding a suction-cupped dildo on the communal HOL washing machine

I didn't think through how much I hate this idea, but I fuckin ran with it so here we are and I'm not apologizing. However the title is still a work in progress. I am accepting ideas.

This first one is Lucifer's reaction.

Warnings: little bit of blood (in a sexy way), he calls MC some vulgar names >:( but he apologizes so I guess it's okay, fem!MC because I was feeling self-indulgent.

Rating: explicit 😌

Word count (so far): 2,628

Carrying the weight of the hamper on her hip, MC closed the laundry room for behind her and padded over to the oversized washing machine. It was laundry day for her and living in a mansion with seven demon brothers didn't make this any easier. Their keen sense of smell had her on edge about keeping certain articles of clothing cleaner, washing them more frequently than when she lived in the human world.

She threw in her load of pajamas, towels, and underwear, including the pair she had been currently wearing, leaving her in an oversized shirt she'd "borrowed" from Beel. MC mixed in the detergent and fabric softener, and started the cycle. As the hot water started pouring into the bin, MC double-checked that the door was closed before pulling out the suction-cup dildo she'd hidden in the laundry bin and stuck it to the top of the washer. MC nudged the step stool closer to the machine, applied a generous amount of lube to the toy, clambered on top of the washer, and positioned herself over the dildo.

Thanks to previous instances in the laundry room, MC was fully aware of both the machine's durability to hold her weight comfortably, and its vigorous shaking when loads were unbalanced. Asmo had winked at her when she came running to him for help for taming the large appliance. "You could say, with a bit of creativity, it'd be the next best thing to sitting on my face, hon."

He'd been right. Unfortunately, this also meant that Asmo knew what laundry day meant to MC and she already felt mortified sharing this dirty secret with Asmo so MC tried her best to schedule her trip to the laundry room for whenever he wasn't home. Luckily enough, it seemed the rest of the brothers were completely unaware of her sinful indulgence and this activity quickly became addicting.

Having already been wet from the excitement, MC's fingers slid into her, pumping and scissoring to stretch herself open. She pressed the tip of the toy against her opening, biting her lip to stifle the noises she wanted to make as her fingers moved to circle over her clit, squeezing her eyes shut as her hips lowered onto the toy. Taking a few moments to breathe from the size of the dildo filling her up, MC maneuvered her legs to shift from her kneeling position sitting on the machine, toy fully sheathed inside, her ass against the lid, and legs hanging over the top.

Her hands trembled from both the excitement and the warmth that stirred in her lower abdomen as she reached for her phone; the machine would be still for awhile as the clothes soaked, but MC loved to fantasize she was cock-warming any one of the brothers until they both gave in and he fucked her mercilessly.

Lazily circling her hips to feel the toy move around inside her, MC mindlessly nibbled on her thumb while flicking thru Devilgram. Scrolling down the feed, she stopped to watch a video Mammon had posted, the audio flowing through the DDD's speakers a teaser for an upcoming song he was releasing. Turning up the volume on her device, MC let the video repeat as she felt herself getting hyped for the track to release. After double-tapping to like the post and leaving an energetic comment, MC opened the music app on her DDD and shuffled the playlist she made of the brothers' songs to stream while she opened a game on her phone to complete the daily task while waiting for the washer cycle to start.

The above set-up will be the same for all the brothers. Below this point will be Lucifer's reaction.

Another prank from the Lucifer You S*ck team left the eldest with some ruffled feathers and an ever-growing coffee stain on his RAD uniform. A vein pulsed on his forehead as he sauntered to the laundry room.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was to hear MC singing along to Satan's song behind the laundry room door. The eldest brother hesitated, his grip tightening on the doorknob as he debated waiting for her laundry to finish but found his brows furrowing as she stopped singing, the machine started its spin cycle, and the faintest of moans floated through the door.

"What in Diavolo's name-" Lucifer opened the door to investigate but halted as he took in the scene before him. MC's eyes had widened, staring directly at Lucifer in a way that perfectly explained the human idiom "like a deer stuck in the headlights." Her mouth was agape but quickly snapped shut as she tried to stifle her panting, legs crossing themselves in an attempt to look innocent, but her white-knuckle grip on the edge of the washer had him feeling alarmed.

"MC, what's going on? Are you feeling unwell?" The machine had started rocking as it began its spin cycle, but Lucifer couldn't figure out why MC was sitting on top of the washer. Was she feeling ill? Her forehead had a sheen of sweat, did she have a fever? Lucifer dropped his clean uniform and crossed the room so he was directly infront of MC, reaching out to feel her heated face, completely disregarding her feeble attempts to assure him she was fine.

'Lucifer! I'm fine, just doing some laundry' was what she wanted to say. However, with the machine rocking, the dildo was rubbing right up against her g-spot and she was fighting the urge to grind her hips. She managed to sound out the first half of his name, but the way his gorgeous, ruby eyes looked into hers with concern, his facial features that were carved by God himself, and a single thrust against that spot had her shivering, finishing the rest of his name in a sultry moan.

The Avatar of Pride blinked as the cogs in his brain stuttered trying to piece together what was happening, his hand froze in mid-air as he had been reaching out to feel the temperature of her skin. The machine continued to rock and MC couldn't find the strength to pretend she wasn't riding a dildo on the communal washing machine and felt her control starting to slip. MC couldn't read the expression on his face and averted her gaze, trying to deny that him watching her like this was turning her on even more.

Seeing his hand stretched out, MC leaned forward the small distance to press her cheek against his palm, biting her lip as she stole a glance at the demon. His eyes remained transfixed, dazed, but he didn't pull his hand away and MC was feeling a little more daring than usual. Tilting her head, she pressed his thumb against her lip, her eyes flickering again to his own for barely half a second, and closed her lips around the tip of his thumb, running her tongue along the seam of the leather. His lack of response coaxed MC on to keep going. Her tongue drew the digit in further, lips gliding over the leather, the material fueling new fantasies she'd previously overlooked.

As the dildo continued its steady rocking, MC felt her control melting away and frustration slowly started to build. Why hadn't he moved? Surely it'd be better if the eldest had scoffed in disgust and turned away than to have him just staring at her like this. She swirled her tongue around his thumb, lips hollowing as she sucked, trying to illicit some sort of response from the demon.

However, he remanded unmoving. MC felt an array of emotions ranging from frustration, shame, embarrassment, anger, all mixed with the sexual desire raging thru her, MC felt tears prick her eyes. She released the thumb from between her lips with an audible pop and faced Lucifer with a snarl; which he found endearing and as threatening as the chihuahua.

"I don't do live performances. Either touch me or leave." MC made a show or grabbing her breast from under her shirt, letting the pleasure from the toy fill her senses and began grounding her hips against the toy as the spin cycle picked up speed. Getting ready to bark at him again, MC yelped as the shirt was torn open and a pair of hands gripped her hips keeping her still but the dildo continued moving with the machine.

"I didn't realize our little human was such a naughty slut. Really. Sticking a toy on our washing machine? Are you that desperate to be fucked?" Nails bit into her flesh as his voice called out her sins, all traces of her bravado gone, replaced with an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and shame. MC tried hiding her face but he still saw the tears that threatened to spill over before crawl down her face and cooed.

"There's nothing to feel ashamed over, my dove. I apologize if I was too vulgar." Lucifer lifted her hips and she squirmed, not ready for him to see the full extent of the situation; the idea of the dildo coated in her juices waving about on top of the poor washing machine only intensified her embarrassment. However, before she could speak out, Lucifer dropped her hips causing her to slam herself back down on the toy. Stars erupted across her vision as the demon repeated the action, drinking in her reactions and felt his erection strain against his pants.

"This carnal desire is human nature. If anything, it's our own fault for not considering such a basic need." His fingers trailed along her neck, tapping against her pulse as if in thought. The hum of the washer broke through the moment and Lucifer clicked his tongue behind his teeth. He reached behind her to turn off the machine and lifted MC off the machine, and the dildo.

MC didn't get a chance to wince from the manhandling as her lips were immediately covered with his own and she felt him pulling her close to him, his hands urging her to wrap her legs around him. She couldn't match the fire he was pouring into her fast enough and he growled, simultaneously smacking her ass and grinding his erection against her folds. This new side of the prideful demon caught her off guard, but the smack brought her back with a fervor.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his collar and he kneaded where he spanked her, causing MC to mewl into the kiss. One of his hands moved up to hold the back of her neck as he walked to pin her against a wall. Her legs squeezed his hips tighter and he reached up to break open the collar of his shirt, shedding the clothing haphazardly somewhere else in the room. Meanwhile, MC moved to undo his pants, reaching into his trousers to palm his erection. Lucifer hissed and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her stomach with one hand.

Releasing her lips, Lucifer latched onto her throat, biting down on the skin above her pulse and positioned himself at her entrance, hesitating for only a moment to allow her the chance to back out. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she braced herself, kissing the side of his head, and granting him permission with a soft, "please." Her voice turned into a wanton cry as he pushed himself into her. His tongue lapped at her throat, sucking against her skin as a feeble distraction to keep himself from fucking her before she was ready but the way her body was receiving him was making the demon tremble.

"Lu, please, I need you to fuck me," all shyness and mortification was gone and all that remained was the sexual desire and a sense of urgency.

"Do you know what you're asking of me, my dear? Do not underestimate me."

"Lucifer, fuck me or else I will invoke our pact and make you-" the rest of MC's threat was lost, replaced by a sob as Lucifer's restraint snapped and began thrusting wildly into MC. It didn't take long for him to readjust his position, turning them away from the wall. With his hands on her hips, the eldest brother moved her against his thrusts, bouncing her on his cock and slamming back into her. His rhythm would change randomly between fast and shallow to deep thrusts where he'd pull out to the tip and snap his hips to fully sheath himself. He'd felt her muscles constrict around him a few times, keeping a tally of how many orgasms he pulled from her, but he wanted her to make a mess and to make a mess of her.

Bending MC backwards, he continued drilling into her as he held her hips in-front of him. Her voice cried out in a scream as he relentlessly thrusted against that spot and she felt a wave building.

"Lu s-st, wait, I'm, you're gonna make, h-hold on-"

"I know MC, it's okay. Let go."

With Lucifer's words of encouragement, MC felt herself relax, giving in to the impending wave that continued to build. Reaching out, her hands found a shelf to stabilize herself, her mouth open in a silent scream as the dam broke and ecstasy filled her senses. The way she clamped down on his cock had Lucifer's hips stuttering through his own orgasm, filling her with his seed quicker than he had intended; the intensity of her orgasm having coaxed his to follow suit.

As the fog cleared in his mind, Lucifer's fingers twitched and he noticed the array of bruises littering her hips. MC lifted her head to look up at him, but the rest of her body was limp. She smiled sheepishly causing Lucifer to roll his eyes but his lips turned to shape a playful smile and MC giggled as he pulled her up. They winced as he pulled out of her, but she kissed his cheek and he brushed his nose against hers, humming as they basked in their afterglow together.

Lucifer grabbed a blanket to wrap around them and turned to leave the laundry room when he caught sight of the glittery purple dildo still mounted to the lid of the washing machine. He snorted and walked over to it. Having curled into the demon, MC had to turn to see why he'd stopped walking and groaned.

"Don't you dare."

"Hmm?

"You're going to say something really condescending and I don't want to hear it." MC snuggled closer into Lucifer's chest, pulling the blanket over her head in protest.

"I don't know about 'condescending,' but-"

"Lucifer, don't you fuckin do it."

"This had to been Asmo's idea."

"..."

"It just reeks of desperation and wanting to get caught."

"Lucifer!"

"Now if you had been a good human, and come to me with your situation sooner, all of this could have been avoided. But now, there's a big mess to clean up." Having lived with the demon brothers long enough and sitting thru many a famous Lucifer lecture, MC could hear the smirk in his voice. In retaliation, MC pinched the Avatar of Pride's nipple earning her a grunt and a thump on the back of her head. She hissed like a cat from behind the blanket and Lucifer sighed from the absurdity of the whole thing.

"Do you want to go get cleaned up?"

"....yes."

"Do you need me to keep carrying you?"

"...yes."

"Then be a good girl and hold this." MC pulled the blanket away from her head, curiosity having piqued her interest, but groaned when Lucifer handed her the aforementioned dildo. "I don't want the others seeing this in case the room isn't cleaned up by the time they come back from their classes."

Damn him for making perfect, logical sense.

"Besides, I might want to use it on you later."

"...I hate you."

"I know."