#you won't completely know n understand in my way. in another way though maybe. i find both beautiful

[noxtivagus]

i shld really fix that spam account n use it more often bcs oh my god i really often ramble just like this

[satoruhour]

LEGIT JUST DASHED HERE FKJAKJLASDFKJL

TA! Nanami won't leave my brain so pleaseeee 🥺just him assisting you with lab reports by eating you out

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(ANYTHING BUT) LAB HELP

a/n: icy you got me thinkin about my own TA and the failures in which i am too scared to cop him 😭😭😭 / this was purely fuelled by my own carnal need for nanami after last week’s episode because WHEEEEEWWW !

wc: 5.5k

warnings: fem!reader, TA!nanami, reader is a big simp for nanami but vice versa too, reader has long hair in this, slight age gap? since nanami is a TA (27 / 22), m! masturbation, fantasising, semi-public masturbation, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, little praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

the first time your TA walked in, your jaw drops. with a face and body like that, he should rightfully be in the modelling industry, not teaching you about dissecting and suturing mice and looking at atoms under a microscope.

all you know is that nanami kento was just like every teaching assistant — attending lectures just like the rest of the students, taking down notes for his tutorial and lab sessions, answering curious emails from everyone — but every interaction you had with this man was anything but normal, or at least that’s what you felt.

you’ve never viewed someone in such a deranged and filthy way before: pulling on his blonde hair and taking off that hideous cheetah print tie and telling him to his face that wearing a full suit while teaching makes him insanely older than he actually is; and also maybe after that, to push him right down to your cunt where he’d eat you out like you deserve.

“i just don’t get why he needs to use a suit at twenty seven years old just to teach — you’re doing your masters, like calm down a little.” you mumble more to yourself than your friend, but she likes every juicy detail you have about this attractive TA you keep talking about even if you sound like you hate him with how much you talk about the damn suit all the time.

but your friend only knows that if you could get his trousers, suit jacket, tie and shirt off of him, you would in a blink of an eye.

“maybe he wants to impress.”

your mouth twists, “who? only person he should be impressing is me.”

it’s all in good fun, with the way you’re talking — in reality, you don’t know what you’d do if the opportunity really presented itself to you. gossip, your legacy (or shame) carried by mouth, expulsion from the university, there were countless of unfortunate things if you do decide to go for the teaching assistant meant purely to help students in better understanding the material.

but it wasn’t one-sided. all those glances you thought nanami was sending you weren’t imagined, nor was it because you thought he was squinting due to bad eyesight. he remembers your name from the first tutorial he taught you, caught you lingering around the lecture hall, helps you a little too much during lab sessions and every time, he’s inexplicably drawn to you and your aura.

“good afternoon, ladies,” the familiar deep and collected voice snaps you out of the conversation, heart beating a hundred miles. you were in no way prepared for this, but you’re grateful for even one meeting out of class. your friend is insufferable though — from your peripheral you can see her giving the two of you a sick grin, “any chance i could ask for directions to this particular room?”

that was another thing; nanami wasn’t from this university. having completed his degree in another, he took his masters in the one you’re attending, wanting a breath of fresh air from the four years of his time in kyoto. that’s what you remember from his introduction, amongst many other things: he liked neutral colours, he’s interested in the philosophy of aesthetics, and he loved bread.

“babe, i’m going to head off for a class,” lies. she had no classes today at all, “see you tomorrow!” she bows briefly to nanami who only shoots her a tender smile and you turn to the side to bite your fist. you’ve become good at containing your reactions, though.

“oh! nanami-san, of course. headed there for a class?”

what kind of stupid question is that? of course he w—

“i’m heading there for a seminar, actually, starts in about,” he checks his watch, “10 minutes. the uni invited an external professor to give a talk that merges both the philosophical aspects of questioning life alongside the functions of the body, sparking thoughts of science and philosophy. thought it’d be interesting.”

you swallow and you swear you can feel your core pulsing. hot, intelligent and always pushing the boundaries and capacity of learning? you could only thank the gods that it was a cooler day, not being able to do anything if you actually do melt into a puddle.

“y-yeah! yeah, i know where it is.” you don’t, but the rooms are usually lined up pretty nicely, and you know you would be able to guide him successfully without much trouble; but when you’re checking the seminar room, you realise that they may have changed venues.

“crap . . five minutes. nanami-san, do you think maybe they sent a follow-up email with the change in location?” you’re more on edge than nanami is because you usually don’t like to be late for anything, recalling the jumble of numbers and letters he showed you earlier and lining them with the label plates outside the room.

“uh— oh, shit. yeah, i might’ve shown you the wrong email.” your jaw drops when you see the new venue.

“that’s . . on the other side of campus, nanami-san.”

“how long will it take?”

you wince at the disappointment on his face, “if you take the campus bus, at least fifteen minutes.”

nanami’s understandably mad at himself for his own mistake, knowing he’d miss a good chunk of the talk whilst travelling there, but he’s distracted from his self-loathing — taken aback at the quickness in which you offer to drive him.

“uh . . it’s probably maybe eight minutes there by car. my car’s parked close by if you want a lift—”

and nanami thinks it’s simultaneously the perfect and terrible day to send his car to the mechanics and settle for public transport. perfect because he might accept your offer to be close to you, terrible because he would much rather you sit in the passenger sit of his car rather than the other way around.

nanami forgets to be modest in your presence, so he accepts it without a second beat and follows you in a jog to the parking lot. there are scattered vehicles, possibly belonging to professors and maybe students, and the both of you come to an everyday looking corolla.

“okay! unlocked. i’ll try to speed and get you there in four minutes.” nanami can only manage a soft thank you, touched by your generosity and even more drawn by the determination in your face. with a turn of the ignition key, the man clutches onto the seatbelt as you lurch forward with the acceleration, and then you’re taking off.

you’re not the best driver, driving past yellow lights and terrible at changing lanes, but you get the job done. coming to rest in front of the humanities block, you’re arriving with the seminar starting just two minutes ago, and nanami looks at you like you just moved the moon and stars for him.

“thank you, (y/n)-san, truly,” he’s out of breath, maybe a little shaken up from the drive but it’s nothing he isn’t used to (gojo sucks too), “how can i repay you?”

you shake your hand, “a-ah, no it’s nothing. it was just an eight minute drive compressed into four.”

“no, really, let me pay back the favour.”

you bit your lip — you can’t possibly say the thing that’s on your mind. he would report you, you would have to be kicked out, your future crumbling before your eyes — you go for the tamer request.

“lunch, one day, then.”

nanami smiles at you and you feel like it’s cupid shooting his shot straight into your heart. you hardly see the man, smile, ever, so to have a genuine one directed at you made you squeeze your thighs together. there’s hope bubbling in nanami’s heart when he sees the effect of his smile: a glint in your eye and the quickened breaths, he may have thought your thighs move, too, but he didn’t have the balls to glance down to the one place he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“how ’bout right after the seminar?” fuck. you’re grinning now and you see a little of nanami’s teeth in an amused smile.

“sure, nanami-san,” adrenaline sends you reeling, eyes boring so tirelessly into his that you wish he’d understand all the things you want him to do to you. he peeks a quick glimpse of your lips as they lick it before unbuckling his seatbelt, popping open the passenger door to head out. your hand instinctively goes up to stop him, “or should i say . . passenger princess.”

that prompts a full grin out of your TA, who lets out an attractive chuckle before leaving from your car, “sure, whatever you want to call me.”

you’re driving away happily, kicking your feet once you’re parked in another car park and giggling to yourself. unbeknownst to you of the small little thing nanami says after, “although i’d like it if you call me yours.”

the spiral starts from there. it was approximately two hours — you have two hours of going back to the dorms to choose something you knew you looked good in while continuing to text your friend in excitement. it was chaos between the hours of eleven to one pm, rummaging through your closet to find something suitable. you went through many rounds of outfits and with each photo to your friend you were losing hope.

“‘let’s just stick with the first’?” you scoff loudly after reading out her feedback, typing out a reply to your friend. it sounded a little agitated but you can’t help but heart the message wishing you a good luck.

before you know it, you’re hearing a knock on the window, greeted with the very nice sight of his suit jacket now removed and his blue shirt rolled up at the sleeves. it’s like he’s heard your thoughts too because even his ugly tie is bundled up in his hand.

“the AC wasn’t working.” he simply explains, once he’s in the car and he appreciates your gesture of turning yours to the max. you let your eyes rake over his figure, the pull of his shirt that looks too tight for him and the lines of his forearms, before he finally gets settled in and begs your eye contact.

“bummer,” you click your tongue, “but well, any places you have in mind?”

you start the car, pulling out of the lobby and nanami playfully hums, “not going to listen to your passenger princess’ struggles? do you hate women perhaps?”

“nah, i’m a toxic man who doesn’t care about his girl’s life.” that draws a laugh out of nanami, who sinks more into the seat. he’s more relaxed here than in class, than in lectures and it’s a nice sight to behold.

he echoes your sentiment with a small smile, “bummer.”

you both settle on an eatery pretty easily, with nanami keeping his promise of paying for your lunch (you made sure to pay back just a little with some bread, though, because how does a simple car lift equate to a whole lunch?). he was everything you thought him out to be: insanely insightful and smart; on a more physical level, jacked with such a pretty voice to the point you let him ramble about the seminar. it was the most animated you’ve seen him act.

since then, he’s become more open to accepting food items and hangouts with his students, although they never really hit like the first lunch he’s had with you. it was detrimental to his teaching, really, even now where he glares at your lab partner who you’re laughing with. it makes his stomach turn with jealousy, even as you exchange nudges while completing your worksheets.

he figures he can’t do anything but wait for you to initiate, mind muddled with thoughts of you and the possibility you were just being a nice person from what you did before, until you’re interrupting him from his rage-fuelled cleaning of the lab with a tap to his shoulder.

“nanami-san?” the students have filed out by now, a shell of what used to be a lab full of students groaning at the innards of the rats they were cutting open and the whispers of confusion at how to sew them back up.

“what is it?” he turns around too fast, almost knowing over a beaker by accident and when his hand goes over to catch it, you stabilise it as well. your hand encases his, the both of you resisting the urge to smile while you try to remember the question you so desperately tried to think of; anything to just talk to him.

“this is about um . . last week’s experiment about gas chromatography.”

“yeah?” nanami leans against the table, arms crossed and all and suddenly looking too buff that you feel a little lightheaded. his eyes skim over your body, a tight fitting shirt that accentuates your tits whilst you have some yoga pants on and if he bent you over, he’s confident he can see your pussy lips from behind the fabric. he knows it’s because you had a yoga class this morning, because he’s too invested in your life and you willingly give him what he wants.

“if the two mixtures contained the same alcohols but filled up to different amounts, do you know a method via the gas chromatogram to distinguish between the two mixtures?”

“uhm—”

nanami looks collected but he is sweating, approached at such a random time that he doesn’t have time to prepare except stutter through his answer. you don’t notice how you’ve been stepping closer and closer to him, either, until you’re an inch from one another.

“oh! alright, that makes sense.”

“anything else?” your TA looks down at you, hands just itching to bring you in. the lab is so quiet, now, save for the shuffling feet of the students outside but thankfully the windows are opaque. you could probably hear a pin drop if it wasn’t for your hearts pounding so loudly in your chests. your finger twitches with your incomplete lab report.

“right— well, yes, i was asking if you c—”

“babe!” the lab door slides open at the same time your friend calls out to you and you cough in embarrassment. nanami only clears his throat as the two of you step away and your cheeks burn, and he has to loosen the tie around his neck just for a bit.

“you told me to wait for you outside, right? well you were taking too long and . .” the other only continues his ‘task’ of cleaning up, looking anywhere but your direction as she continues to ramble, but he doesn’t miss the look of recognition on your friend’s face.

she mouths to you— i’m so sorry for interrupting, before she has half a mind to say something out loud and you’re clasping your hand over her mouth and ushering her outside hurriedly.

“shush— okay, thanks mr. nanami-san!”

he only waves a hand in farewell, but as soon as the door closes he collapses onto the seat. with head in hands, his mind wanders to the proximity in which the two of you were engaged in and the very, very uncomfortable boner in his pants. he’s so big that everyone can probably see it, frozen in place as he gets a sick idea.

“yeah, i told you to wait for me but not to barge in like that— oh my god! you should go on the records for having the worst timing ever.” you aren’t entirely disappointed, but it did seem like a good opportunity. you’re partly glad, too, because your mind now feeds you countless scenarios of nanami’s expressions turning into disgust and shock.

“dang, i’m sorry, but we do have to get going if we want to make it in time for that cafe event.”

your mouth twists, “yeah, i guess so.”

“if it makes you feel better, maybe he’ll want you more after this interruption.” she winks and you shove her playfully.

“now, you’re just trying to justify your bad timing!”

in that short time, you’re unaware that nanami has unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard-on through the hole of his boxers, insanely hard and body burning with regret. “lord, forgive me.”

he imagines you propped up on the (clean) lab tables, feet on his shoulders as he eats you out from below, or even hitting it from the back as he “helps” you with your lab report in the dorm, knowing damn well you won’t get anything done, or maybe even your mouth full of his throbbing cock sucking him off as he teaches.

nanami strokes his length in the empty lab room, knowing there wasn’t any classes any time soon from how often he’s looked at the timetables. there, he simply pumps himself under the table, biting at his shirt sleeves to muffle his grunts that he drools. it drops to the table, but he’s caring not one bit, because the feel of his hands just feel too good against him and the images of you only get lewder and lewder.

“s-shit . .” nanami swears quietly, hoping the slickness of his pre-cum doesn’t give him away, squeezing and moving his hands faster along his cock. his tip’s so sensitive — what would your mouth or pussy feel like? would you have let him rip your tights and fuck you silly just now? his hips are bucking into his hands, now, thinking of turning your sweet, sweet smile into something of pure sex, and before he knows it, he’s shooting his load onto the floor with a loud groan, thumbing his tip shakily. nanami’s breaths are ragged, guilt burning him alive while he washes his hand at the sink beside the tables and crouches to the floor, cleaning up after himself — nanami definitely wouldn’t be able to face you after this.

he was right. his mind was flooded with you in obscene positions and your saccharine voice twisted into moans and whines, he wonders if you taste as good as the pineapple juice he had the other day. even in tutorials, the students were wondering why the AC was turned up so high, because one glance from you made him hot and bothered. he liked to book it straight out of class, too, directing all questions to his email which he highlights very clearly in his slides, muttering something about being on a tight deadline with his thesis for his masters, but it’s never that serious — he’s usually heading back to quell the uncomfortable boner in his pants.

“prof? nanami-san?” you knew you’d find him in here in the professor’s office, probably going over lesson plans. your professor only shoots you a friendly greeting as nanami turns in his chair, he’s always happy to see his students while nanami swallows when you’re back in your yoga getup. it’s been a week, already?

“need anything, (y/n)?”

“oh, i need more of nanami-san, since it’s relating to my lab reports.” your professor usually conducted lab sessions, but nanami was the one to help with the reports, conveying the information of what to write and whatnot; well, it was also easier to talk someone who isn’t so intimidating and cool as your professor.

“kento, help me lock up after you’re done, alright?” your professor throws him the keys and you stifle a laugh at the way he stumbles out the door, “going home early to the wife, ahah . . guess i’m falling for her over again.”

that draws a laugh from both of you, bidding him goodbye with a smile on your faces before the mood turns tense again, and nanami looks up at you from his chair. you take him in: the manspread, the head tilt, the intentional (but you don’t know that) deep voice.

“yes, (y/n)?”

you gulp, remembering what your friend said — keep eye contact, slowly walk up to him, keep your voice nonchalant — it was easier said than done.

“cat got your tongue?”

you sputter and exclaim, “no— no i’m okay. i just wanted to ask about the alcohols used in the experiment last week.”

“ah, you’re still on that?”

his tone is laced with a slight disdain, possibly from how much he hates how you make him feel, coming in here to ask about your stupid lab report when he know you’re a bright student who hardly needs any help, coming in here like the two of you don’t want each other.

“y-yes, nanami-san.”

he stands and easily towers over you. from here, you can see his broad shoulders take up his shirt as he walks you back, buttons unbuttoned to reveal a bit of skin. you feel like prey being cornered, but nanami still has some sense of chivalry when he wraps an arm around your waist to prevent you from hitting the frosted glass door.

“mind telling me why your lab report from over two weeks ago is taking so long to be completed?”

reality seeps in for just a moment and his hand removes itself, hovering just over your body, “we still . . have a week to finish it up, nanami-san . .”

your TA takes a deep breath and you think that maybe that was the wrong answer, but all nanami does is step even closer to you and your hands have no choice but to rest on his toned chest. he can only hope no one can see your figure when you’re pressed flat against the frosted glass, but he knows this part of the uni is a little deserted this late in the afternoon.

“that’s not wrong . .” his voice is down to a whisper, closing his eyes for a moment when your hands travel over his chest. when he opens them again, they’re more than just the pretty, hazel ones you like to fantasise about, stained with a darker sort of lust that involves taking you, even if it meant doing it in the professor’s office. “but you’re always submitting it pretty early on, aren’t you? what changed, hm?”

you can feel his breath on your lips, wishing he would just take the first step because frankly, your pussy is throbbing and your body is already leaning into him even without his hand on your back. it feels natural like that.

“i got distracted.”

nanami’s breath moves from your lips to your neck, and you cheer in your head as he plants a gentle kiss there, but it’s not quite what you want. he hums into the crook of your neck, torturing you with wet kisses and sucking lightly.

“by what? your friend? or perhaps it’s some external commitment that’s taking up a lot of your time?” nanami already knows the answer but he enjoys the way you squirm. “what is it?”

by now, your hands are trailing up his body, wrapping around his neck and playing with his undercut. his skin is so soft and he smells so damn good, and he sighs at your hands.

“by someone, actually.” you bite the bullet, forcibly removing him from your neck which is definitely starting to show the obvious blue black on the skin there. his hands this whole time have been placed against the door behind you, but the carnal need is too prominent that he wraps that same arm around your middle. the other, on your nape; the sheer size of his hand makes you whine and nanami smiles at that.

“mind telling me who is it? maybe i could give them a good talk, tell them to stop tormenting my smart girl.”

that draws out a visceral reaction from you, melting into his arms at the simple praise. nanami helps you a little, leaning in with an expression as needy as yours.

“you’re gonna talk to yourself?” a laugh is the last thing you hear before he crashes his lips against yours, a hand smartly going to the door to flip the lock before he pulls you flush against him. you moan softly when you feel his hard-on, against your front, manhandled easy by nanami’s arms as he whips you around to walk you to your professor’s desk.

“do you think he’ll sue us?” nanami kisses down your neck with him between your legs, hands fondling every inch of your body while you grind up against his pelvis. with such thin material such as your yoga tights between you, it feels so damn good.

“at most he’ll remove me as TA . .” as he speaks, you can feel the vibrations along your skin, legs instinctively bringing him closer. he doesn’t let you, instead pulling away from your body and goes to his knees, seeing just how soaked you are. he thanks god you weren’t wearing black, because there’s a wet patch that leaks too much — it’s clear you didn’t bother to wear underwear at all. “but that is if he finds out about this, right?”

you smile, feet pushing at his back towards your dripping cunt and you moan softly when he licks at your pussy through the fabric.

“yeah— yeah i guess so,” you’re then expecting his hands to pull at your waistband and you lift your hips knowingly, but you hear a stark riiip! that echoes throughout the office and you gasp, too focused on his pretty face to notice he’s dug his fingers into the yoga tights to tear it at your centre. the action turns you on, entirely sure you felt your pussy flutter at the sheer strength that he had.

“i’ll buy you new ones, baby,” nanami presses a gentle kiss against your clit and you shiver at the contact, hot breath threatening your demise by his hand, “they’re of terrible quality, by the way.”

you huff, “yeah, you kinda ripped it, nanami-san. plus, what’s terrible — not in quality but in looks — is your tie.”

nanami chuckles, caressing your inner thighs with gentle fingers, blowing lightly on your cunt, “personal vendetta against cheetahs?”

that sends shivers along your whole body, “n-no, just don’t really like the look of it.”

nanami hums, “i’m wounded.”

“you’ll live.”

he only laughs again, “okay, enough talking. i’m starving.” and starving he was — he latches his mouth onto your clit like a vice, sucking and flicking his tongue relentlessly you have no choice but to cry out his name. “taste so fucking sweet,” the sudden swear catches you off-guard, paired with the rasped voice and your hips willingly hump his mouth, “pussy made for me.”

“don’t say shit like that . .” you whine, embarrassed at the filthiness of his words and yet you’re sat here on a desk, pushing your sex more and more into his lips. “it’s embarrassin’.”

nanami clicks his tongue, “you’re still here.”

“yeah, shut up.” you push him further into your cunt to silence him, a loud moan leaving your lips as nanami slobbers over you — you’re so wet, spilling onto the floor. without warning, nanami slips a finger into you, easing it in and the sheer thickness of it prompts more mewls from you.

“k—kento . .” you hear nanami groan at the first name basis, shoving his finger deeper into you. he pumps it as his tongue works overtime, the slickness of which your pussy sounds out echoing throughout the room. “i’m c-clos—”

that seems to fuel nanami further, memorising how your body feels under him. you clench repeatedly around his finger, thighs twitching against him while your whimpers increase in volume, just like your incoherent babbles.

“i’m g’nna— kento, i’m c—” your back arches when you gush all over his face, juices squirting and making a mess out of his hair. nanami groans into your sopping pussy, slurping up your arousal shamelessly as you continue to give him everything of you. you’re shaking around him, moans slowly dwindling due to shame. by now, you’ve soaked through the bottom of your tights, letting him rip the seams for a little more access.

“wanna hear you, baby.” he easily multitasks, turning you around while removing his underwear, looking back at him while you shimmy your ass back into him. with a low moan, nanami drags his tip over your folds, collecting your cum and pushing it in with it. the stretch makes your jaw drop and legs tremble, pussy still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

you hold on to the wooden desk to the best of your ability but your iron grip makes the wood creak a little; it isn’t long before nanami starts moving.

“f-fuck . . you’re so tight,” the lewdness of the situation, your ruined tights, your ass moving with the force of his hips has him gripping your hips harsher than intended. his cock is just so fat, hitting your spots effortlessly as he rams into you from behind, “will this be enough motivation for you to finish that lab report, hm?” your perked up ass is receiving all the abuse from his pelvis, rutted into with pure primal need as the slaps of his balls against you gets louder and louder, just like your moans.

“g-gonna need more than this, kento—!” you’re whining as he reaches around to rub at your clit, messy and fast, surely drawing marks down the once flawless wooden desk. he just hopes there’s no one who requires the professor’s assistance because there was a clear indication that the office was open with the shining ceiling light but he was in no condition to answer any questions without panting.

nanami pushes down your lower back, cockhead hitting your spots over and over, “need more? of course you do, fuckin’ slut.” it’s a total 180 from the gentle way he’s kissed you earlier — a choked whine and a clench of your pussy tells him you like it . “oh . . she’s cock drunk already, huh?”

“yesyesyes! mmff— kento, please . .” he pulls on your hair from behind, made easy by the ponytail you had it in and you moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure. he takes it a little easier, resting his large palm at your neck and pulling, together with your hair. nanami sucks at the same spot as earlier, and the overwhelming sensations has you both arching your back and fucking yourself back onto him.

“pretty arch you got here, darling,” he pants out, fucking so hard into you with his support that your hands don’t even need to rest on the table. nanami knows you’re already close by the way you’re unresponsive, mindless babbling leaving your mouth while you let him use your limp body. “is it all for m-me?”

“mhmh— it is, it is—” you’re fucked senseless, letting him turn your head to meet him in a sloppy kiss. by now your pussy juices are spurting all over the place, staining the floor and table, dripping down his balls where with every slam of his cock you can here the wet pap! pap! pap!’s of it.

“y—yeah i know it is; that’s all you are, aren‘t you? a little cocksleeve for me.” nanami groans out, letting go entirely before wrapping his arms around you and trapping you between his front and the table. he’s flush against your back, thrusts faltering with each plunge into your warm, tight pussy as he feels you clench tirelessly and you don’t even to say it before you’re jolting in his hold.

“cumming, i’m cumming . . fuuuck . .” your body is so sensitive, shaking around his cock that continues to move into you. you cum all over him, listening to the dirty whispers he’s dumping into your ears.

“oh . .” nanami groans, “that’s a good little slut, s-shit—” your hips continue to move even though your brain tells you to stop, hands making terrible effort at reaching for him.

“wan’ you to cum in me, kentoo—” your grip on his forearm is tight, pleading with your doe eyes and small voice that has nanami grunting out in a dilemma, but your pussy’s too warm that he cums suddenly. his voice reaches a higher register, stuttering pelvis rutting into you with the intent of breeding you; he pumps you full of his seed, ropes upon ropes of white filling your womb. it’s so thick that you shiver again, yelping softly when he pulls out.

“look at that . .” nanami marvels at the amount of cum he’s dumped into you, using a finger to scoop it up before pushing it back in that you jump from the coldness of his finger. “a smart girl turned so dumb just from cock.” you give him an intoxicated smile, lazy and hooded as you lay limp on the table.

“only for your cock, nanami-san . .” you lick a stripe up the palm of your hand and he indulges you by stepping closer. he moans softly as your hand makes contact with his shaft, “or should i say . . sir?”

nanami ended up driving you back to your dorm, helping you to your room from how sore you were after that.

[peekawoocc]

LAW X READER

CW - 18+, smut, really long fanfiction. Lots of words, went too big brain mode on this.

P.s. I noted the sections where smut was in case you just wanted the juicy parts (relatable). Also, I tried to stay with plot similar to the show, so spoiler warnings if you haven't started Wano yet. I literally just started it.

This was really fun to write and definitely was a full day hobby project because I have no self control or concept of taking breaks 🙃

Pretenses - You're a straw hat, and while you're not as strong as the monster trio, you can definitely hold your own and then some if nessacary.

Cockblocked in Wano

You had just arrived in Wano with Nami and the others. Finally, ready to be reunited with everyone, and secretly excited to see Law again.

After running into Luffy, you all made your way into the old ruins to gather an update from Kinemon. After being caught up, Kinemon began giving instruction to everyone about their role. You were the last to receive your instructions.

You were excited to find out what you could contribute to help everyone. Instead, you felt as if your eyes were going to pop out from how wide they became, in complete shock. T-there's no way, you told yourself.

Everyone continued on with doing as Kinemon said so he could provide the proper outfits for each role. You didn't even seem to notice your clothes become a blue floral kimono and your hair now in a bun being held by a beautiful hair pin. You were kind of dissapointed you didn't have a more important task, but the shock was still there. As you came back to reality, it seemed like everyone was already trying to head outside, until you spoke up.

"Wait, why don't I have my own role?"

"My apologies, y/n, I did not have another role in mind. I felt it was best to put you with someone to provide assistance in gathering the nessacary troops," Kinemon answered.

Law came back into the ruins to fetch you, making everything set in completely. I have to be with Law for a whole 2 weeks and pretend to be his wife!?! Noticing the blush spread across your face as you were drowning in your own thoughts, Law caught your focus with a sigh.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, I'm sure you'd rather be partnered with one of your own crewmates," he said, sounding a bit annoyed at the inconvenience.

"N-no, it's fine. Plus, I know you won't bring me more trouble than I bargained for. You think things through so I know I can rely on you if anything happens,". You wanted to say more, but seeing Laws lips turn into a slight smirk you thought it better to just stop talking. It was true though. As much as you appreciated the spontaneous nature of your captain and fellow crewmates, you felt most confident when you had more details and facts to rely on. Knowing your enemy and even your environment can help end a fight more quickly and more efficiently. Or maybe, just maybe, you had anxiety. Which is also perfectly understandable.

"Then shall we be off...y/n?" Law said after finally coming up with a fake name for you.

"Definitely!" You said with appreciation for his thoughtfulness. You had a feeling he was always going to be a few steps ahead of you, as per usual. You both followed the others outside.

And then everything went to hell in a hand basket.

You all started to notice something flying, fast. The huge mass had a very commanding presence.

Yep, that's Kaido.

*time skip to after Luffy and Law dissappear after Kaido*

You had no idea where your partner in crime was, nor your captain. You knew Luffy could hold his own, it was Law you weren't sure about. Rather than go hunting for them, you all decided to go into your roles. Not really sure where to go, you decided to follow Sanji, knowing he wouldn't find you to be a burden. It wasn't that you couldn't hold your own, you were actually quite powerful. However, your task was simply to assist with passing out flyers to future fellow fighters, so you followed the cook in putting up a soba stall.

"I'm so glad I get to spend some alone time with you, y/n~," Sanji said with hearts for eyes.

"Yeah, I guess it's more efficient than trying to hunt down Law right now," you said, not being able to hide the dissapointment in your voice. Sanji noticed the worry on your face, even if he was a little jealous of your attention being focused on another man, he was still your friend and wanted to be there for you.

"You sure you're ok with this?" He asked, trying to help shoulder your troubles.

"Yeah, I just hope he's ok. Not that he's not powerful. Anyway, let's get to work!" You said, deciding to distract yourself with the task at hand.

*time skip to Law showing up*

It had become dark now, and you sat down next to the stall as Sanji began cleaning up from the hard day of cooking he just had. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head towards over your shoulder and looked up.

"So there's my partner, was wondering where you went," he said with a smirk, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"That should be my line!" You giggle as relief washes over your face.

"No time to chat, we've gotta go. Sanji, they're looking for you," Law suddenly became extremely serious.

"Who is?" Sanji asked.

"Kaidos men, we'll walk and talk," Law answered.

As you all moved together, you ran into Usopp and Franky. Law filled them in on the details and became interrupted as you saw a building get thrown into the air.

*time skip to when they get to Ebisu town, where Zoro supposedly was*

As you all sat together in the tiny home, you had a huge grin on your face. Who would've thought that the man next to you, who was so intelligent and strict, was also a huge nerd? You began to giggle thinking back to how excited Law was about Sanji's germa raid suit. Thinking about how Law was completely nerding out like a fan boy with a deadpan expression on his face started to make you giggle more. Law noticed how you began to hold your stomach from how hard you were laughing, and he began to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Whats got you giggling so much, sister?" Franky asked, matching Law's confusion.

"I was just thinking about how Law knew so much about the Sora Comics," you began giggling hysterically again, Franky and Usopp joining in your amusement.

Law instantly became flustered.

"I TOLD YOU ALREADY, THEY WERE POPULAR IN THE NORTH BLUE! EVERYONE WAS READING THEM!"

"I know, I know. It's just really cute when you nerd out like that. Plus, it's good to know I wasn't the only one who hated germa in the comics,".

Law started malfunctioning when you called his nerdiness "cute". With his whole face red he got up and stormed out of the house, making the excuse of needing fresh air. You gave him 3 minutes before you decided to follow his lead.

*sexy build up*

He was sitting, legs crossed, upon a freshly dusted off mat on the ground. You walked up behind him and placed your hand on his shoulder as you sat down beside him. With his eyes closed and brows furrowed, it looked like there was still a blush across his cheeks but you couldn't tell with it being so dark out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, but you really were cute. I'm also glad to know we share a similar interest," you said cheerfully, trying to bring the mood back up. Cute. There it was again. He looked like he wanted to say something, then began stammering until he just gave up and sighed. Finally opening his eyes, he just stared straight ahead as if he was trying to puzzle his thoughts together.

"It makes me happy to get the opportunity to know more about you. Really makes the mysterious, cunning Surgeon of Death even more attractive than you already were," you brought a hand to your mouth, shocking both you and Law at the realization of what you had just said. Then his face began to soften as he turned his gaze to you. He ended up letting out a small chuckle at seeing you sitting there as if still frozen with shock. The sound of the low chuckle broke you out of your trance and you began to relax, thankful that he didn't look at you with disgust after finding out your true thoughts of him.

"Attractive, huh?" He said in a knowing tone, a smirk on his face as you started tripping over your words.

"U-uh...um...yeah,"

"Likewise,"

"Wait, huh?"

"You're pretty attractive as well," he looked away for a moment before looking back at you.

"I thought so when we first met, but didn't think much of it. After getting to know you in Dressrosa, the feeling grew. What about you?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, it's the same with me. At first I thought you seemed kinda scary back in Sabaody,".

Locking eyes with you now, it seemed like he was asking for permission for something. Noticing the puzzling expression he had, you felt the need to reassure him with a smile. However, you still felt the need to properly explain yourself.

"I-i mean, I don't find you scary anymore. Actually, thinking back, I think it was more of a feeling of intimidation. I wasn't that strong back then either, so the thought of ever having to hold my own against you was a bit anxiety inducing-,".

Before you could keep rambling, he cut you off with a soft kiss. It wasn't that long, but it felt like time had stopped and nothing in the world mattered but him. Your mind completely blank, you felt the tension in your shoulders release and the dull ache of pain that came with it. It seems you had been on edge the whole time, which looking back isn't all that surprising considering the bottled up feelings you had for him. No one knew, because you were too scared to tell anyone. Especially since you weren't sure in the beginning, but now, you're more sure of this than anything else.

As he pulled away, seemingly reluctantly, he locked eyes with you again and happily matched your smile with his own signature smirk but there was something new that you'd never seen before. There was a light in his eyes. You only saw them light up with anger in the heat of battle. This was the first time you felt that you were witnessing Law looking truly happy. Any of the questions bubbling up in your head about What are we? or Am I going to be a Heart Pirate now? were suddenly pushed aside with the new details you were taking note of while looking at his handsome face.

"That was amazing," you said dreamily, you wanted to slap yourself out of embarrassment with how hypnotized you knew you had looked.

"We should do it again sometime," he said with a flirty tone.

You instantly pressed your Thighs together. They weren't that open, but the sexiness of his voice was doing things to you below the waist. Suddenly, you were feeling a bit brave.

*sexy time ensues*

"How about...now?" You asked shyly, expecting him to refuse. He looked at you for a moment as you watched as his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, hard. He leaned back into you, just barely away from your lips, awaiting for your physical invitation. As you leaned in closer, the kiss had started again. It started slow and became more needy and feverish. He licked your top lip, asking to deepen the kiss, and you allowed it. You then wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lifting yourself up to sit in his lap. You pressed your chest against his, causing him to lean back on one of his arms, which made his hat fall off as he tilted his head back. He broke the kiss, both of you panting for air as you looked into eachothers eyes. His expression hungry and predatory now. You started trailing your eyes down his face to his neck and they stayed there as you subconsciously bit your bottom lip. You decided to stop wasting time looking and decided to give in to your desire as your lips met the side of his neck. Kissing his neck until you found a comfortable spot to sit for a moment as you lightly sucked and bit the spot. You weren't there for more than a few moments, thinking it wouldn't be a good idea to mark him no matter how badly you wanted to. He sucked in his breath, head falling back more as you went a little lower to his collarbone. You kissed and sucked at the defined bone structure until you heard a hushed groan.

"There, you can leave a mark there,".

It was as if he had known what you were wanting to do to him. You hovered for a moment, admiring the rise and fall of his chest in the moonlight. As much as you'd like to see more of his exposed skin, you'd have to settle for the portion of his chest that was seeable thanks to his sluttily open kimono. Law let out a frustrated groan as he became impatient, having no idea that you were actually admiring him, he grabbed a handful of your ass with his free hand. You pushed him back onto the mat, forcing him to lay down. You looked down at him, which allowed him to drink up the view of you on top of him, outlined in light blue moonlight. He sucked in his breathe as you dove your head back towards his neck, going back to his collarbone to finish what you started. You kissed, sucked, and then sank your teeth into him. You deeply sucked on the small bite mark, making it viewable even in the darkness of the night. You went back to being face to face with him, wanting another makeout session. Just when you were only seconds away from having your lips on his, you hear a voice from inside the house.

*PAUSE THE SEXY MUSIC! We got cockblocked guys 😔*

"Uh, where's Sangoro?" Usopps voice said.

"Didn't he say something about spying on girls in the bath house?" Franky continued.

Shit.

You hadn't thought about it until now, but you realize you don't remember him being in the house with you all before you and Law started sharing this moment.

After realizing your lack of acknowledgement of your missing crewmate, you sat up and face palmed yourself.

"Damn straw hats, I swear," Law said annoyed. It was clear he was sexually frustrated about being cockblocked due to Sanji's pervertedness.

"Sorry," you offered a dissapointed smile to Law, begging for forgiveness. How could you overlook a missing crewmate?

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," he said reassuringly, "I didn't notice he was gone either. Not that I'm mad he's gone. I didn't like the idea of you being all alone with that pervert," he sat up and crossed his arms. With furrowed brows he released another frustrated sigh and grabbed his hat.

"Hang on just a moment. Wait right here for me please," you say, clearly scheming something. Before Law can protest, you stand up above him and walk towards the frantic house. Law watched as you walked towards the house, then down at himself. His once hard erection beginning to lose blood flow due to his annoyance for Sanji. I am so going to go after you first if we become enemies, Sanji, he thinks to himself. He sits still and waits, just like you told him, and starts listening to your crews conversation from in the house.

"Franosuke, Usohachi, why don't you guys go look for Sangoro at the bathhouse nearby, while Law and I stay here in case he comes back?" you asked with a confident smile, knowing they're going to think that's a good idea on your part. Until Usopp opens his mouth.

"Wait, why do you and Law get to relax here? What if that t rex guy shows back up? That's not fair! You just want to be alone with him!" Usopp was unfortunately right on the money, but you were prepared for this due to his squeamish nature.

"Mr.Yasuie? Are the bathhouses in this country seperated or mixed?" You ask, already sure you know the answer.

"Some are seperate, but most are mixed. The closest one here is mixed. I wouldn't recommend you go though, y/n, ma'am. Most of the women around here don't have as many curves as you do, wouldn't want those men getting their hands on a pretty thing like you," he said smiling all the while.

You smiled triumphantly, but this battle wasn't over yet.

"Why can't Law go, you can protect yourself!" Usopp once again protests.

"Because, it's a bathhouse. Law has his jolly Roger tattooed all over himself. Even if this is Wano, they know what pirates are. And Laws jolly Roger looks nothing like Kaido's. That'd bring unnecessary attention to all of us," you argue back, you start to think up another excuse until you see Usopps face become skeptical, the debating lawyer look now faded from his face and voice. Bingo! We have a winner.

"Oh, ok. That actually makes sense since we're trying to lay low," Usopp says as Franky nods in agreement.

"You sure it's ok for us to split up again?" Franky asks, still needing a little push to be convinced.

"Yeah, you guys are strong enough to hold your own if the enemy shows up. Even moreso if you can find Sanjiii-I mean, Sangoro. In the case you do get captured, it wouldn't be good if they caught all 5 of us at once," you say, hoping you just put the final nail in the coffin.

And with that, they started to head off.

"Ok, we're going, but call me on the snail if anything happens or if Sangoro comes back,"

"I will,"

"Oh, one more thing," Usopp leans in to whisper to you, "Don't let nerd alert make you fall for him. He's been eyeing you up ever since we left that dinosaur in the dust. If he tries anything funny, use this,".

Usopp hands you 2 little red seeds.

"What's this?"

"They're puff puff plants. They release a red mist and if it touches your face it feels like it's burning your face off-"

"Nope" you say as you shove them back into his hand.

"But what if he tries something? What if he hurts you?"

"Usohachi, as much as I appreciate you looking out for me, we both know I can hold my own. Plus, I trust him," you say reassuringly.

"You trust him? Well I guess I can hang that 'don't fall for him' mess up. It's too late, you've already been infected," he shrugged.

"Alright, when he gives your heart over to the navy to become a warlord again, I don't wanna hear it," he said crossing his arms.

"Hey, he needs this alliance just as much as we do. And don't worry, if he does give my heart to the navy, I won't complain. Won't have anyone to blame but myself, so I won't cry to you about it,"

"YEAH, BECAUSE YOU'LL BE DEAD!" Usopp yelled as he and Franky exited the house. You made sure to flip him off before turning to Franky.

"Good luck Franosuke! Come back safe!" You waved as they went off into the night.

"Well miss y/n, I'll be retiring for the night. I'm sorry I can't offer you any nice places to sleep or any blankets, I only have one and I'm skin and bones!" Yasuie laughed.

"That's ok, we'll come back inside and sleep on the floor if you don't mind,"

"Not at all, goodnight!" He said as he walked to his room and closed the door behind him.

*sexy part resumes*

You jogged back to where Law was waiting patiently, feeling horrible for how long it took to convince Usopp to leave.

As you walked up to him, he looked peaceful. With his arms under his head, back to the large mat on the ground, eyes looking at the stars. You got closer and noticed that his hat was off again as you laid down next to him. You looked up at the night sky with him for a moment until you decided to speak.

"Sorry about taking so long. I didn't expect to play lawyer with Usopp,"

"It's ok, and I get why he's worried. I'm not a very open personality like most people,"

"That's another quality I like about you, just makes me want to know more,"

"I will say though, I didn't get why he thinks I'd betray you,"

"Me either, after all you told Luffy you wouldn't. Not that I wasn't skeptical at first, but I've learned that you're always honest,"

He glanced over at you gazing at the sky. He didn't expect to be this comfortable around you. This feels almost foreign to him. There was only one other person he remembered being alone with like this and that was a long time ago and in a different sense. He snapped out of his memories as he sees you suddenly shiver.

"Cold?"

"It is a little chilly," you say as you look back at him. Before you can take your eyes off of him, he's getting up and above you. Pinning you as he puts his hands on the ground. He looks into your eyes seeing a reflection of both himself and the starry sky.

"Figured I could be a gentleman and warm you up," he says.

Damn. There it is again. That sultry voice.

You begin to brace yourself off the ground and up into him, but he swoops down to kiss you before the thought becomes an action. It feels like a do over from earlier. Kiss starting slow and then burning into something more again. However, you don't plan to hesitate this time. It was even later into the night, around 2 a.m. now. Everyone in the village would definitely be asleep. He starts trailing down from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck. You suppose that now it was his turn to leave a mark, and he wastes no time doing so. As he makes work of your neck, making it sting so sweetly, one of his hands trails down to the bottom opening of your kimono, sliding his hand up the side of your thigh. He moves to another part of your neck to make yet another mark and moves his hand up to your hip, unintentionally loosening the bow of your kimono and giving him more of your skin to feel. He stops for a moment, hovering over you, he removes his hand from your hip. You whine in frustration at the loss of contact. He let's out a low chuckle as he moves to look down at you.

"How far do you want to take this, y/n?" He asks looking down at you carefully to read your expressions. You shot him a lustful and longing look and before he could start to say "Use your words,", you bucked your hips up in the air to meet his. You let out a quiet moan, never breaking eye contact as you felt his need to be inside you. That made something in him snap into his own desire. The once careful and cautious look of furrowed brows and frowning, now a dangerous smirk with half lidded glazed over eyes. He kept eye contact with you as he lowered his bottom half onto you, grinding against where you needed him most. As he began biting his lip, he slipped one hand under one of your knees to spread your legs out for him, trying to get as much friction as possible. You put a hand over your mouth, not trying to wake up any neighbors with your feverish cries. He stops for a moment, somehow regaining his senses enough to look around and really make sure no one was out and about. Once he makes sure the coast is clear, he takes an extra precaution.

"Room,".

A blue filter surrounded the 2 of you. He wanted to make sure that if someone were to walk upon you 2, that it wouldn't cause another interruption. He couldn't handle stopping now.

"Law, what're you-aaa," you cut yourself off with a moan as Law brought 2 fingers to your entrance and his thumb to your sensitive bud. And he gave a devilish smirk as he realized just how wet you were for him. All for him.

"I wanted to make sure there were no more interruptions like the perverted cook situation," he whispered into your ear as he slowly inserted his fingers into you. Once he was in he began curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot as he rubbed small circles into your clit. You involuntarily bucked your hips to met his rhythm as he started working on you. He contemplates biting and sucking on your ear, but your moans made it evident you needed help with muffling them out, so he kisses you. And he kisses you more desperately then before. He has quite a way of surprising you. It's almost as if he's been planning this moment for a while, taking mental notes on what to do if the moment ever came. He was thoughtful and strategic like that, which made him even hotter.

As he removes his lips from yours, he takes his fingers away at the same time. Denying you the pleasure of having one sensation without the other at the moment. Then he finally opens his kimono, making quick work of stripping his undergarments. You decide to follow his lead, opening the front of the light blue clothing. Before you can remove your panties, he's already doing it. He takes a moment to appreciate the feast in front of him, feeding his eyes at your bare flesh, noticing every freckle, scar, birthmark, all of it. He loves all of you even more than he already did. It felt like the final puzzle piece falling into place. And it was everything he wanted and more still. You were just as transfixed as he was. Studying every single detail of his tattoos as you could. How godly he looked, bare and bathed in moonlight.

"Hey, don't tell me I've bewitched you or sometheing" Law said jokingly, but there was enough worry in his voice to tell you you've been spaced out for a little too long.

"Hmm...what...uh yeah, I-I mean no...sorry," you were tripping and fumbling over your words, trying desperately to form coherent words and sentences.

He looked at you with a smile that was a mixture of the pride in the fact that he had made you a mumbling mess and of how much he adored how cute you were.

"Law,"

"Yes? Able to speak now?"

You nodded, a little embarrassed for feeling so dumbfounded under this extraordinarily intelligent man.

"What is it, y/n?"

"I need you,".

He let out another low chuckle and pressed his chest against yours. He then had his lips next to your ear as he dangerously spoke.

"Tell me how badly you need me, y/n," he said has he lined himself up with your entrance. You practically feel that he was smirking without even looking at him.

"F-fuck, I need you in every conceivable way possible," you whimpered, hoping desperately that he had heard you quiet plea. And oh, he definitely did.

He slowly sheathed himself within you, taking the opportunity to hear every lewd noise you let out as you felt him become one with you. His pace started slow, controlled, but it seemed as time went by he felt more and more the need to lose himself within you. All the bottled up feelings that had been bubbling up between you was being taken out on your body with every rhythmic thrust, becoming quicker and more aggressive by the second. He made sure to keep rubbing circles into your clit, wanting to make sure you enjoyed every second of this. That was the only consistent controlled place of motion he kept on you as he gave in to the rolling of his hips and need to make you his. The louder you got, the more it sounded like praise to his ears. Paying attention to both of your needs as he listened to every beautiful sound you made under him. Once you started to sound a bit too loud, he crashed his lips to yours. He knew that if someone were to show up that he wouldn't have the energy to stop anymore. The coil in your stomach was tightening, you were almost there. You were about to speak up about it, but Laws mouth was still on yours. So, you let your body tell him instead. Walls tightening around him as he gasps, thrusting through every wave of your high until he reaches his own. He looks at you, a bewildering questioning look on his face, sweaty and flush.

"Cum in me," you say, and he does so.

Once he finally catches his breath, he slowly pulls out of you and plops down beside you on his side. He lifts his head to look at the mess he made of your lower half and it's quite a sight. Almost enough to make him want a second round, but quickly dismisses the thought when he looks back at your face. Your eyes are closed, lips slightly parted as you're still trying to get your breathing under control.

"Sorry for dirtying your kimono," he giggles proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple. He's never been more sure of anything in his life as much as he is about you right now.

"If you really feel guilty about it, buy me a new one," you smile at him, eyes dreamily again.

"I don't feel guilty in the slightest about any of this," he smirks.

You giggle as you turn towards him and kiss him, your body shudders, breaking the kiss.

"Whats wrong, is it difficult to move?" He becomes worried so quickly you'd think his personality switched.

"U-Uh, no. Just...um...we should definitely look for a way to clean me up. Kind pouring out like a faucet down there," you say shyly.

He follows your gaze as you open your legs, revealing quite the mess. If the kimono wasn't dirty a moment ago, it definitely was now.

Luckily he had another kimono packed in his bag, he used shambles to get you both inside, switching your bodies with the 2 seeds Usopp had left on the table even after you refused to take them.

He cleaned you both up with a small water bottle of clean water that he had kept secret and a rag from his bag and gave you his second kimono. Of course, it had his jolly Roger on it, and you knew Usopp was going to give you hell when they got back.

[sourbinnie]

can i req skz reaction to 9th member drunk gn!reader alcohol made they sensitive, they started to cry and apologized for skills vocal/ rap/ dance with time spent and poor memory but end with apologize for stealing snacks (ΦωΦ)

my english so bad hope u get it (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

title -> drunk thoughts or sober words pair -> ot8!skz + 9th member!reader (gender neutral) genre -> angsty at first but fluffy in the end :] | hurt/comfort lowercase intended + no warnings a/n -> MY FIRST REQUEST yippeee, i'm so excited and i hope it meets your expectations<3 if it's not, i can obviously rewrite it! just let me know! also don't be harsh on your english bb, i'm not a native speaker either and i try my best every day for it to be good lmao

i knew as soon as the night began that this wouldn't end well (at least for me). the more we talked and spent time together, the more drinks that were being poured and oh god, did my members change personalities when they drank. of course not wanting to be left behind, i drank as well.

maybe a bit too much? i don't know, i'm not good at keeping track of things when i was in this certain mood. my thoughts started to consume immediately, i wished it would've been just one bad thought that tried to get me but it felt like a million in one moment. the dreaded one was that i did not deserve to be in stray kids with all these talented guys when i was just not in the same lane as them. when chan chose me, i knew i had to give it my all, but now another era coming by soon, all the teasers filmed and ready to go, just looking at them i wondered what was i doing in this group in the first place. 

i didn't want to think it was out of pity.

but sometimes it led me to believe that it was the only coherent thought.

alcohol wasn't for me huh? and just as soon as i'm doubting myself, the conversation turns serious.

"thank you all for being my bandmates, i couldn't ask for a better team." chan said and i bit my lip as i tried to not let my sensitive side take over (mixing with the sadness in my chest). 

"wow our leader is getting sappy again, are we surprised?" minho responded as he mocked him with his tone and chan just pushed him. everyone was in their own world, either talking, drinking even more or just having a good time their own way. i could feel a pair of eyes on me though and it was none other than felix. he followed every move i made and i couldn't even look at him in the eye 'cause i knew i would break down.

that's when he got closer to me, changing seats with changbin and looked at me sincerely with those hopeful eyes of his.

"you know you can talk to me right? i know you're a sensitive kind of drunk." he said trying to lift up my mood and i tried to laugh but it came as a choked out sob. "hey, look at me it's okay just let it out." he repeated to me and i just fell into his arms, the embrace that i needed to let my frustrations out.

"i don't know what happened, it's like suddenly i got so insecure about everything." i said and now everyone's attention was on me & my tears. they wouldn't stop flowing down my cheeks as i tried to explain what was happening but couldn't find the words other than the sincerity in my heart of how i felt. "i-i feel like i don't deserve my spot on the team".

complete silence fell upon the table, i could feel that everyone was shocked that i just admitted that.

"why would you think that (y/n)?" felix asked, as everyone was still trying to understand what was happening, especially chan, feeling like he did something wrong. "you know you're just as talented as everyone on this table". 

"that's the thing i'm not." i said smiling sadly and wiping my tears away. "i'm not the best singer even if i am a main one, my rapping still lacks and god my dancing is just nothing compared to you guys and i won't even start on my visuals." i said as i felt the knot in my throat getting worse 'cause i just couldn't believe i ruined the night with all my insecurities like this.

again the silence was so loud, it almost felt like i was in the right on this one.

"i hate that you're feeling like this (y/n)." hyunjin said in the most serious tone i've ever heard him use. his hand on mine as he played with them, made imaginary shapes like he does sometimes. "i could not agree with you or your mind at all".

"you're easily the most crucial part of the team." jisung said and seungmin nodded as they looked at me and i didn't know what to believe. it was hard accepting these kind of responses when you're so clouded by your own sensitivity (and a lot of alcohol). 

"you always know what to say, you're always there for us when we need you the most and you have so much to give, your talent is immeasurable." minho then said as he got closer to me and as the person who wasn't the most affectionate or the best with words, surprised me. "i know i don't tend to show it but i'll always have a soft spot for you and i'm happy chan chose you to be with us."

"you were meant to be here with us right now and you deserve so much." chan said as he got closer to me and hugged me, a hug from my leader was also something i did not expect to receive tonight but i gave in as i needed to feel the comfort of the people i loved the most.

it was as if time stopped for a moment and all i could think about was them, their smiles, their comfort and their way of showing me that i'm truly needed and loved. no more tears were flowing like rivers down on my cheeks, just a pure and blossoming smile.

"okay but... chaeryeong didn't eat the last ice cream bar, it was me." now if the silence was bad before, imagine right now. "i'm sorry, okay? i needed another one, i'm just insane like that and i stole felix's brownies the other day but i'm not sorry about that one."

"(y/n) i take it back, i'm taking your brownie privileges away." felix said dead serious and then laughed making everyone lose it again. "you can't do this every time i bake!" he exclaimed but i just pouted looking at him.

"also the freakin ice cream bar, how did you even get chaeryeong to lie for you?" changbin asked and i just did the same thing, i pouted like a baby looking at him. "nevermind, i get it, i would do anything for them, just look at that face!" he said as he hugged me.

"i'm losing my maknae position to a snack stealer!" jeongin exclaimed and i just laughed knowing i had the best chosen family and i wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

[the-desilittle-bird]

Author's Note- Well, just because I love Matt Smith and Daemon Targaryen though I have not watched House of the Dragons.

Thank you and Enjoy your reading!

Realm's Desire

Daemon Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Part 1 ☆ Part 2 ☆ Part 3

Warnings- I think it gets angst-y towards the last. Daemon is himself a warning and jealous Daemon is certainly a warning. Mentions of arranged marriage, typical Westros stuff I guess.

GIF credits to @torahana

Summary- (Y/N) Targaryen was the youngest daughter of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, two years junior to Daemon. If Rhaenyra was the Realm's Delight, then (Y/N) was Realm's Desire.

Daemon had never thought in his life that he did have to watch (Y/N), from a distance, dancing and laughing with Jason Lannister. As a princess, (Y/N) had to fulfill her duties and somehow, being able not to deny a lord with a dance was one of them.

Daemon never ever felt this jealous about anyone. He was aware that everyone in the realm found his sister attractive- she was undeniably gorgeous after all- but never had he thought that his sister found anyone good enough to pay her attention to except himself.

They had been close since childhood. Best friends attached to each others hip, sharing stories and secrets. That companionship soon changed into something more. Their innocent laughter and conversations of night changed into soft whispers and promises of forever.

(Y/N) could feel a heated gaze of someone on her backs. From the corner of her eyes, she spotted Daemon glaring at Jason. A small smirk plastered on her face. Maybe dancing with Lannister is not that bad, she thought to herself.

"... and once I killed a huge boar on my own, my princess," Jason Lannister finished one of his many boring stories of his "greatness". (Y/N) smiled in a flirty way, stepping a bit closer to him. "Oh really, my lord? I am sure, it would have been delicious," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

"It really was delicious, my beautiful princess," Jason said with a victorious smile. (Y/N) could see Daemon move from his place on the table, moving towards them with murderous gaze directed to the Lion of the Rocks.

Jason had started another pathetic story about some hunt when Daemon interrupted them. "Sister, wouldn't you spare your lovely brother a dance?" It was not a question but a straight and direct order for his sister to comply with.

"It seems we have to cut our dance short, my lord," (Y/N) curtsied and placed her hand in Daemon's extended one, leaving a dumbfounded Jason behind.

Daemon possessive hand on (Y/N)'s waist, stepping close to her such that their chest were almost touching. His breath danced over her face, making her gasp a bit. Their bodies moved in a sync, something that always have happened. Smooth steps, gliding between hundreds; they were in their own world.

"Ao vestragon naejot raqagon aōha jēda lēda bona nādrēsy," (You seem to enjoy your time with that bastard) Daemon's deep voice whispered close near (Y/N)'s ear, an involuntary gasp leaving her throat. "Gaomas ziry jenigon ao, lēkia?" (Does it bother you, brother?) Their mother tongue danced over their lips, so effortlessly and melodic.

Daemon's grip on her waist tightened, drawing her closer. "Kostilus, dōna hāedar." (Perhaps, sweet sister) The smirk on (Y/N)'s face was smug, her mission accomplished. "Sir, ao gīmigon skoros jān rȳ tolvie rēbagon tubis," (Now, you know what I go through every passing day) she gritted through her teeth, glaring at the Rogue Prince.

"I fail to understand you, my little sister," Daemon said amusingly, glancing back to where their brother sat. Viserys had never been a fan of Daemon staying near (Y/N). He had always though Daemon would taint their sweet, little sister's innocence though, Daemon won't blame Viserys for thinking such things. After all, he had a certain reputation in the court.

"You are completely aware of what I mean. Watching you wed that woman from Vale," (Y/N) said, jealousy dancing in her voilet eyes. Daemon let out a chuckle. "And who says she is an issue?" Daemon asked, an amusing smile on his face.

(Y/N) snorted loudly, finding his amusement, annoying. "If you aren't aware, brother," she hissed, glaring at the representative of Vale in the court. "You can't marry me until she is gone or your marriage is annulled."

Daemon always knew it but why couldn't he wed her in the traditions of their house? Aegon the Conqueror had two wives, both of them his sisters. Then what was the problem, if Daemon wanted to have two wives, one of whom doesn't even care about his existence.

"You are aware that I have tried talking to Viserys about it, my dear," Daemon said, the amusing smile slowly vanishing as the conversation turned serious. "Viserys had called me last evening to talk about my betrothal. He wishes to marry me off to Stark," (Y/N) said, her (E/C) eyes casted downwards.

"Stark? Is he mad?" Daemon sneered. They had stopped dancing ages ago, now, standing between the laughing and dancing couples. "Dragons don't live in cold, (Y/N). We deserve to be here," he continued, gripping her waist tightly.

"Is everything alright here?" A voice made (Y/N) pull away, turning to find their niece, Rhaenyra, standing there with a coy smile. "Yes, Nyra," (Y/N) replied with a stiff smile.

"Father wished to introduce you to your betrothed," Rhaenyra informed the pair, glancing cautiously towards Daemon. (Y/N) nodded with a fake smile plastered on her face. "Thank you for sharing this with me, Nyra. I will be gone then," she said, turning to face Daemon whose eyes were now hard and cold like the North itself. "Thank you for the dance, brother."

With those words, Daemon watched as she slipped through the crowd, making her way to their brother and the Wolf of the North. "You messed up, uncle," Rhaenyra whispered gently, leaving Daemon behind to join her aunt.

"(Y/N), sister, meet Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and your betrothed," Viserys introduced with a warm smile. (Y/N) dipped down in a curtsey, smiling at the older man. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lord." The customary sentence was said and met by just a stern nod.

Cregan Stark was just how (Y/N) had imagined him to be. Stern and cold just us the books define the Starks to be. She had always heard that Starks were honorable people. She hoped it was true.

"Your engagement will be announced tomorrow in the court, dear. And perhaps, in a moon's time, you will be wed; if Lord Stark allows," Viserys said, glancing at Cregan for confirmation. Cregan nodded stiffly. "I would be fine with anything you wish, your grace," he replied.

"Then it is sealed," Viserys cheerful voice seemed too distant as (Y/N) glanced at Daemon. Duty was the death of love, and it seemed (Y/N) has to do her duty to the crown and forget her love in the process.

Her fate was sealed and this time, unlike other times, she didn't fight it anymore.

Author's Note- Let me know what you think and if you want a Part 2 of this.

[lunathebee]

THE MOON BOYS WITH A ADHD S/O

A/n: I have no words to justify myself; I did not avoid this request, nor did I disrespect the anon who requested it. This is just the war between me and my really bad memory problem (and stacks of endless work). Thank god, my brain just randomly decided to remember this.

Warning: Like the title said, not everyone can relate to this HC, and if so, please don't throw hate or say "Steven would never do that" or "I think Marc hates it," etc. Please, my masterlist has plenty of HC for everyone; leave this one for the people who really need it, aye?

🍓 Steven Grant 🍓

There wouldn't be much of a problem, I think.

If you told him you have ADHD, Steven would be a bit surprised—not because you had it, but because it is something new to him.

Man spent hours reading books and conducting research to learn more about you.

And I swear at some point, he would find himself mumbling symptoms with wide eyes.

"...zoned out or some would talk really fast—wait, I do that."

I don't know why, but I always feel connected to Steven in a different way, like the way he acts isn't just for quirky scenes or to make the audience laugh.

I truly (with my whole heart and deepest respect) believe Steven is somewhere on the same side as you (not ADHD, but the chance of him having another condition that affects him is high).

So yeah, I think you guys would share some similar moments together.

Steven would help you with many things and is always so kind and nice.

He takes a special interest in your fidget toys, so he hopes you don't mind that.

🍓 Marc Spector 🍓

"What is that?"

You have to explain it to him.

"Oh...Oh...Okay...Um Uh huh"

So serious and focused, Marc loves you, so if there is something about you that he doesn't know yet, he will try his best to understand.

I don't think he would be bothered by it that much.

Always keep an eye out just in case you guys are in public and someone looks at you "weird."

He's one of those grandparents who says, "You used to LOVE this thing because you told me that when you were 5, so I bought you 2000 stuff of it even though you're now an adult."

Marc might be a bit confused, but he's got the spirit!

Your shirt doesn't feel "right?" Maybe a jacket would be better?

You're feeling overwhelmed by your homework?That's okay, let's take a break.

Overall, I would say Marc really tries his best to make everything around you guys more comfortable for you.

Marc = best lover <3

🍓 Jake Lockley 🍓

I won't lie to you; this is just my brutally honest opinion on Jake.

At first, he would get bothered by it and might even be annoyed on some days.

Jake doesn't understand why and how on earth you can't make a decision on picking anything, or how you always say you're going to do this thing and then completely forget about it 15 minutes later.

But he has more important things to deal with, so he doesn't show that he's bothered by them.

"Bae! Why don't you throw the empty toothpaste away?" Jake asked one night

"I'm so sorry, I keep forgetting about that. Sorry, babe, I'm sorry."

Jake decided to let it go; it was just toothpaste, right? What is the big deal?

And then later on, he noticed you lingering in the bathroom a bit longer, how you always touch the toothpaste to make sure it's not empty, and how you also DOUBLE check that.

Everything turns into a big mess when Jake sees you having a breakdown from your trip to the supermarket.

When you tell him you went there to buy toothpaste but forgot, and when you DID remember, you can't remember if the tube is empty or full despite checking almost every day, his heart breaks.

Jake would hold you and comfort you, feeling guilty that he was the one causing you so much distress.

After that, he will have a totally different view of you and your chronic condition.

Jake will just silently do his job if he ever sees you forgetting something or leaving something randomly on the kitchen table.

He listens to you talk about 50 hobbies and plenty more.

Jake learns how to adapt just fine; your condition doesn't define you; you're his lover, not a burden.

[nothoughtsjustluxiem]

Hello. I'm sorry if this is sudden but I was wondering if you took story requests and if you do, could you make a platonic Dan heng IL story with the reader being the child of his previous incarnation and with the reader still being quite young and Jing Yuan is the one to tell Dan Heng about them even though he's only met them a couple and doesn't know them personally, but Jing Yuan felt like Dan Heng had the right to know about the reader especially after the reader had an encounter with Blade. (If this is too much or if you don't do requests that's completely understandable and I wish you a good day/afternoon and or night😊)

Hello!! I don't really do requests anymore, but a little practice in writing doesn't hurt anybody so sure!! (Also I noticed I got around 2 more asks very similar to this one so maybe it was a glitch or intention it's fine tho!!)

Dan Heng with the child of Dan Feng (Platonic)

Let's think about you being a confused and lost child, loosing your memories so you don't really remember your parents or where you came from. You just suddenly woke up and with the guidance of the general Jing Yuan. He explained he knew your family and they left you under his guidance. He's been your support since, you're about the same height as Bailu but much younger, you're around 12 years old? Maybe 13? You can't really remember your age but that doesn't matter much right now.

You being with Jing Yuan all the time you get to meet interesting people, first it was a man named Blade who kept looking at you for some reason before Jing Yuan ordered the guards to take him away.

Another were a group of adventurers, they called themselves the Astral Express. A young woman named march 7th who loved to play with you while the two older men named Mr. Yang and Caelus spoke with Jing Yuan.

The last person you encountered was a man who seemed to give familiarity to you, you never met this man but the way he looks at you while you're tending to Jign Yuan you can't seem to look away.

"The general is in a stable condition, I would advise you all to let him have his rest. Y/n will be keeping an eye on him while I treat all of your wounds please follow me"

The group leaves you alone to Jing Yuan except for one, it's the strange man who won't stop staring

"Are you in need of something Mister?" You look at him with confusion before he shakes his head, apologises and closes the door

"Hello Y/n" he watches you stare at the the door before you turn back to him with an irritated expression

"Hello General, you seem to be in a good mood. I'd prefer if you don't recklessly lose your life again please" Jing Yuan has gotten used to your scolding and only finds it comical

"Oh you wound me my dear y/n. After taking you under my wing, you treat me like this. You don't even call me father" he fakes a tear, "Okay old man" you responded which seems to have hit him harder than Phantylia. (You know those anime clips of a character getting stabbed with an arrow that says airhead or something? Yeah he got hit like that but it says Old man instead)

"Anyway how are you doing? Do you need any pain medication, any areas where I need to look at?" Jing Yuan made sure to ease your worries before you had other questions.

"That man..with the long black hair and blue horns, do you know him? He seems oddly familiar but I don't remembermeeting him.." you asks Jing Yuan while grabbing the freshly brewed tea. What you did not know was that Jing Yuan looked at you from behind with a saddened look "He's an old friend of mine, well his previous incarnation..your father" and it sunk in

Old memories seemed to have flooded your memories and before you could drop the tray of tea Jing Yuan has stood up and caught it before you could hurt yourself

"My father???" Jing Yuan looks up to find Dan Heng staring at the two

"Dan Heng meet Y/n, Dan Feng's child" the two of you were staring at each other "I was planning to tell you both this at another time, but the phantylia battle has taken a toll on me, how about you get to know each other" Jing Yuan pushes you towards the tall man, he looks at you curiously and you feel a thump below you

*Jung Yuan laughs* "You must have grown your horns and tail the moment you saw your father"

"I'm not their father" / "Jing Yuan not now" he continued to laugh at the both of you.

Not sure how to end this, uhm thanks for reading.

[spaceyaceface]

Don't Go Where I Can't Follow

Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt (Platonic) (Or not idk read it how you like)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Feelings of guilt, murder, almost murder, angstttt oh my god, hurt/comfort

Summary: Sebastian can't give up. Not even after he's killed his Uncle. He's determined to save Anne, and won't take no for an answer.

Or, a brief exploration into the broken(?) friendship between Sebastian and Ominis after everything happens.

A/N: A bit of a deviation from my normal content. No MC to be seen here besides a brief mention. I really liked writing this, though, because it's hard to imagine things go "back to normal" after the catacombs.

They’d all given up on him. On Anne. Even she had made that clear in that damned letter, running off to Merlin knows where. What did they not understand? He couldn’t afford to give up; not when he knew he was so close.

Solomon had destroyed the relic, and Anne had done the same with the book. For a while, those blows had devastated him. 

But they hadn’t been able to burn what lingered in his mind. 

He’d read that book, over and over, practically memorized it—and he found it was enough to start on. Enough to keep him going. 

No one agreed with him. They were too afraid of the power that laid just past their fingertips. Ironic, for the new fifth year he had befriended. Hadn’t they been trying to master powerful magic themselves? What was it that had them so afraid this time around? The fear they felt—both them and Ominis—is what stopped them. It was foolish. Why fear it, when you could control it?

Because he’d felt the way that sort of magic flowed through him. He understood the reins he had to hold, the deep well that was stored so deep, just waiting to be accessed. 

There had to be a cure in those depths. Had to. 

He no longer asked for help in his studies. Why bother—all he’d get was a no, an argument. Another person telling him he’d gone too far, when he knew he was just scratching the surface. 

He’d made new habits. Ones that involved him sneaking around the castle, even in the light of day. Ones that had him skipping classes—none of them mattered more than his sole focus. He skipped meals. Spoke to no one. An endless loop of searching, searching, searching. 

He’d find it. The answer. It was out there. 

People stared at him wherever he was seen nowadays. He supposed he couldn’t blame them—he looked quite different. His hair had grown longer. Eyes more sunken. When he looked in a mirror, he saw himself looking more and more like Anne, and it only spurred him to try harder. 

There was one pair of eyes that never looked upon him—simply because they couldn’t. They belonged to the person Sebastian avoided the most. 

Because there was a pain that lingered there—one that hurt more than others. One that reminded him of those moments after he killed his uncle, a twist of the stomach that’ll leave him breathless if he lets it. 

He’d labeled that feeling as betrayal. It didn’t seem right, but he decided it was close enough. He’d felt betrayed by Solomon, and betrayed by Ominis. Surely that was the thread that connected them. 

But Ominis hadn’t betrayed him completely. Not like his uncle had. No—Ominis had decided not to turn him in. His loyalty had won out for that much—maybe that was why it had hurt even more. That there was some loyalty—some trust—that remained. It just had limits. 

It was probably cruel of him to use his old friend’s space in a way he would have so very disagreed with. But Ominis hadn’t been back to the Undercroft after everything had happened, and Sebastian didn’t know of any other place to continue his research. So he defaced the walls with pages torn from books, with writings and notes connecting them. 

He was scribbling something down on one of the pages when he heard the door open behind him. 

It seemed that Ominis had finally returned. 

Sebastian tensed, standing silently. Ominis’s wand let out its constant red glow, and Sebastian knew his friend sensed him, confirmed further when his pale friend faced toward him. 

“Sebastian.” 

It was strange, hearing his name in someone’s voice. It struck Sebastian that it had been quite some time since someone had spoken directly to him. 

“Ominis,” he answered, frowning. 

“I need to talk to you.” 

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say.”

“You’re not yourself, Sebastian,” Ominis said. “You haven’t been for months.”

“How do you know that?” Sebastian hissed. “You’ve given up on me. Everyone has. I think you’ve all just forgotten what I’m like.”

“Sebastian—”

“But I don’t give up so easily,” he continued, stepping closer to the blond. “Even if Anne is done with me, I’m not finished. Not until I find a way to heal her.”

“I haven’t given up on you,” Ominis spat. “Why on earth do you think I’m here right now? And do you think I want to see Anne healed any less than you do? This isn’t the way to do it, Sebastian. Don’t you feel any of it?”

“Feel what?” he growled. 

“Guilt,” Ominis answered. “Remorse. I know it’s eating you whole. Don’t you regret any of it? Haven’t you lost enough of yourself already?”

Sebastian laughed bitterly. “Lost myself? I haven’t lost anything. At least not anything worthwhile.” 

“Are you as blind as I am?” Ominis shouted. “What about your mind? Clearly that’s not with you. Your uncle is gone. Your sister.”

Anger anew ignited inside him. “This is for her! All of it!” Sebastian roared. 

“She doesn’t want it!” Ominis yelled. They were across from each other, a few short feet apart. “She doesn’t want you, not sick with this madness!”

And that’s when Sebastian realized his wand was raised. 

It’s pointed directly at Ominis’s chest. There was a familiar taste on his tongue—like iron, but more bitter. It’s the taste of words uttered once before, words that had taken a life. 

His wand clattered to the ground. Before, this time, instead of after. Out of fear instead of regret. The sound echoed from the walls, and it sounded too much like those catacombs. 

He’d almost done it. Again.

He looked back up at Ominis, and to his surprise, there was no horror there. No fear, from his best friend being ready to kill him. Instead, there was nothing but anguish, tears flowing freely down his face. 

“Please,” Ominis said. His voice was soft. Trembling. Nothing like the shouts from moments before. “Please, Sebastian. I know this path. I’ve followed you, for better or worse, for all my life. But I can’t come with you if this is where you go. I’m begging you, don’t go where I can’t follow.” 

“Ominis…” The word came out as a twisted, strangled noise. 

He wasn’t sure who rushed to who, or if it was a perfect meeting in the middle. But suddenly, Ominis was embracing him, and Sebastian clung back like he was drowning. A sob made its way up his throat, and hot tears came tumbling down on his friend’s robes. 

Those things he had locked away, refused to let himself feel, came forward with full force. The loneliness. The sting of his failures. The guilt. That was what he had felt, every time he had looked at his friend. A guilt and shame so deep and lasting, he feared it would destroy him. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, over and over again. Because his friend had warned him, he had seen the end from the beginning, and Sebastian had ignored it. “I’ve lost everything. Everything.”

“Not everything,” Ominis said, pulling away enough to talk to him. “I’m right here.” 

Sebastian leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against his. “You’re the only family I have left.”

Ominis seemed at a loss with that, tears anew flowing out. It took a few moments for him to croak out a few words. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I need to stop,” Sebastian said. “I need your help. I can’t do this, not alone.”

“You won’t be alone,” Ominis promised. “Not anymore.”

One feeling came forward, warmer than the rest. One that he decided he would cling onto, with everything he had. 

Hope.

[okkottsus]

I love reading your analysis of Nagireo!

One thing I was wondering, what do you think of Nagi (foreshadowed) future slump?

I feel like things will get dire for him, and I can't help but wonder how Reo would react.

Nagi feels very... emotionally immature and while Reo can be very fiery and we saw how emotional he can get, he's the one that feels more in touch with his own emotions and has better life experience.

For better or worse, being away from Reo forced Nagi to confront his own feelings more.

I wonder if Reo won't realize they got back together too early and leave him (this time maybe more amicably? Or maybe force himself to leave him) for his own sake.

Ego's dialog feels very ominous... they were very happy in that moment but there is a very sense of "now what?".

thank u so much, i feel like i never express myself well enough esp with characters and relationships im passionate abt so that means a lot 🥺

yeah i get what u mean about nagi's emotional immaturity...in the latest match, when isagi asked him how he was able to make his best play yet a reality, nagi  didnt really understand what had happened. he only wanted to beat isagi, that has been his first goal, the first step to achieve the bigger dream he shares with reo. 

and while he himself couldnt see that, reo was the first to notice despite everything that happened between them, so he created a chance for him to have a 1v1 with isagi. 

the problem is that, as isagi points out later, if u dont understand how u made something happen, you probably wont be able to be consistent and replicate it (this has been a recurring theme of blk since the start of the manga):

a goal that u only made happen because u had the person who knows u the best and is your closest friend give you exactly what you need in the moment, has little value in the grand scheme of things. Without a clear goal and reo’s help, nagi wouldnt have been able to do something like that. 

So the next step he should be taking is working on his weapons, instead of relying on the perfect opportunities reo can provide him with.

maybe its time for nagi to try and catch up to reo, and not only in terms of play-making 

but also in terms of self awareness 

i also love the fact that while reo can seem completely selfless when he declares this, he is also completely selfish, cause at the end of the day hes doing this for his dream, for himself. he loves playing with nagi and making him score goals, but his hard work which got him to where he is now doesnt rely on nagi being there, he hasnt abandoned himself in favor of nagi. 

BUT he still seems to always choose nagi over anyone when they are playing together and even though my shipping heart is tempted, i think thats not a good thing at all... cause their cooperation may be top class, but it also makes them predictable after a while. 

reo has learnt to play without nagi, but he needs to learn how play with nagi without forgetting everyone else on his team. 

so the way i see it, reo has made more significant progress than nagi, but he still needs to work on seeing the bigger picture when nagi is by his side.

nagi on the other hand has even more things he needs to work on. he shouldnt feel reassured bc of that one (miracle) goal or bc he managed to beat isagi once. if he ended up satisfied with just that, then he wouldnt belong in the world of professional players

Ego is right when he said that confidence and delusion are 2 different things. Nagi needs the power that will enable him to fight alone in any situation and to obtain that power, he has to confront his feelings, his weapons and his shortcomings. and that demands soul searching, practice and a lot of thinking, all things i bet nagi thinks are a pain pftt.

but i want to be optimistic and think of this as another challenge he (actually, both of them) will have to conquer. im very conflicted though, cause the way i see it, what reo needs to work on now requires them to be on the same team, while what nagi needs to work on requires alone time.

in conclusion, things may have worked out between them in terms of understanding each other, but im hoping they start understanding themselves more; acknowledging their weaknesses and taking the necessary measures to overcome them. 

i do think that reo the way he is now is more likely to realise what needs to be done than nagi, whose issues are the most urgent in my opinion. so i can def see them going their separate ways for a while again, whether its reo making that decision, or nagi, or both of them together (with the latter being the ideal for me).

[keegansgf]

"spring cleaning"

pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x reader

word count: 1.2k

synopsis: spring cleaning inevitably leads to finding old memorabilia, this time, John found his old journal!

tags: domestic bliss, slight reverse comfort?, mostly fluff

A/N: I had this idea in my notes!! Though it's probably not canon to the timeline, I desperatley needed soaps journal to be mentioned in a fic somewhere soooo...

anyways, I'm back :3 (PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF SOMETHING GLITCHES I HAAATEEEEEE COPY AND PASTE FROM GRAMMARLY)

"This one's of our captain, Price."

"Price doesn't look like that now... does he?"

"No, but that's probably for the better. I won't say anything more about his beard then, for his sake. It looks better now, trust me."

You were sitting next to each other at the dining table with boxes of personal items and cleaning supplies on the floor. The smell of chemicals wafted through your tidied dining room, and afternoon sunlight flooded your windows. Every season, you and John clean your place together if he's back home with you, and fortunately, he's right next to you, flipping to another page in his old journal. He found it in one of the boxes full of old documents and notebooks. This one had more personal significance to him.

John's eyes sharpened at the page he was on. He sighed in annoyance before showing you the doodles of a pretty mean-looking german shepherd.

"This page... you already know I'm not a fan of dogs, but this was the day I found out. War is vicious as a whole, but the dogs just... I'll just say rabies treatment hurts like hell and leave it at that." Your eyebrows raised, and you looked up at him.

"Is that why you avoid our neighbors' dogs? They aren't even that large-" John immediately cut you off.

"Shhh. If we get a pet, it'll be a cat– and to be completely fair, he owns pretty big dogs."

"They're huskies, love. They're just fluffy and loud for the most part."

"They're practically the size of that man! You know what, let's stop."

The both of you laughed it off, and he continued skimming through page after page. Occasionally, you glanced at a few of the doodles he made about his surroundings or faces he met along the way. Some of the pages were more military-centered than others. If they were, you would take in a lick of the words and wouldn't bother trying to understand the rest– John's handwriting wasn't much of a help either. Of course, you didn't tell him that out of kindness, but you're sure he knows.

"I still find it odd that I didn't know you liked to draw– you're super good at it too!"

"Well, thank you, sweetheart."

"No, seriously, didn't you say you drew some of these in under ten minutes? Knowing that you quickly mapped out a room's dimensions, your technical skills are great." He laughed at your little compliments before speaking again.

"Y'know, I didn't really pick up art until the start of secondary school– It wasn't my passion– and still isn't– I probably dropped it when I was... 19, maybe? My boredom in all those safehouses got to me enough to resurface a few art skills when I finally had the time to pick up this journal." His eyes widened in shock as he skipped over about four pages quickly, but not fast enough for you to not catch what the paper was covered in. 

Blood. Lots of blood, with a few notes, maybe only a paragraph worth. John took a deep breath in and loudly exhaled. He hoped he didn't make you feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry... I didn't want you to see all that." He said, setting the journal down and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulled you in for a brief side hug for some consolation.

"No, it's fine, I understand. I couldn't imagine what happened to you back then."

John pursed his lips and looked at the table's surface, tapping his foot to think of a palatable explanation. He never liked telling brutal war stories to those who worried about him the most– you were in the top three of those people. However, it felt like this needed its story. He grabbed your hand to put it on his lap to soothe both of you before giving the page its context.

"Our mission went wrong, and a colleague saved us. I felt a lot of survivor's guilt at the time– probably because this wasn't the first time this guy helped us when we fucked up. Most of the team, including me, were roughed up pretty bad, hence the blood." John squeezed your hand under the table before trying to lighten the mood again.

 "It's remarkable I could pick up a pen during that, huh?" John tried to joke, but it came off a little flat. The energy in the room wasn't uncomfortable or tense– it was just unfortunate for your own reasons. Sad for you because your loved one was severely hurt, and tragic for John to expose these memories again. The silence was broken by your lover shuffling to face you.

"Alright," He started, "What matters is that I'm here now, right? I know you don't like when I brush these things off, but it's in the past now– and I'm home with you."

"You're right... I love you, but you know I worry about you. It's okay to talk to me about this stuff when you're comfortable. Bottling it up and putting a happy face around me probably doesn't help you much."

John has always been secretive about what's going on in his mind for your benefit, never his. It's impressive how he hasn't cracked yet– but if only he knew you're more than happy to talk to him about his troubles. John is big-hearted in nature, maybe too much for your liking. Someday, he'll accept that being a little selfish is okay, especially with you.

"I know, I know– we can work on it, I promise. I love you too much to have you worrying about me this much."

"Well, you should get used to it. Not a day goes by where you aren't on my mind somehow," You giggled, "Don't feel forced to talk about it, okay? Put yourself first sometimes."

"Sounds easier than it looks, I think." John said, sounding unsure of himself. He's always been the type of guy to feel unaccomplished if he couldn't do something right instantly. Mental health being a nonlinear journey didn't help his case. You picked up on his uncertainty from his tone.

"Hey, it's a learning process. We all drop out of old habits, and so will you, John. You're too hard on yourself sometimes." You got up to kiss his cheek and headed to the kitchen

"I think that's enough of the sad talk for now– I don't want to press you on the matter. How about we make lunch and continue cleaning? I don't think you've eaten since, what... 6am?" John smiled at you and got out of his seat. He picked up the box where he found his journal to put it back in storage. Then, he walked to where you were standing to give you a sweet kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around your lower back.

"I'd love that. Thanks for letting me share all of that, by the way. I love you."

"Of course. I love you too."

John had a weight lifted off his shoulders after your chat. Maybe it took revision about the things he was troubled by to finally feel acceptance. He smiled to himself while thinking about that. You were always right in a way. That's why he loved you so much.

[yanderes-galore]

Ok first off thanks for answering my question! Second off, could I get a short story of Yandere romantic eggman from the video games please? Where he tries to convince the reader to be his queen when takes over the world?

This is actually the first romantic Eggman fic I've done I think. I don't mind! This will be very interesting to write :) Did this in general but it is video game Eggman. Darling is a human like Eggman. Ignoring Sonic 06 and Sonic Adventure, there's barely any humans in Sonic's world in this.

Edit: Nvm, second Romantic Eggman thing I did.

Utopia

Yandere! Doctor Eggman Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Kidnapping, Ownership, Possessive behavior, Forced relationship, Isolation, Neglect, Threats.

Paradise looks different between people as you've learned. It differs so greatly it's impossible to create a true utopia that includes everyone. That doesn't stop some people from trying, unfortunately.

To you, paradise includes fresh air and green greens. Paradise is meant to make you feel relaxed and one with wildlife. You feel a perfect utopia is one filled with clean water and soaring birds.

Robotnik's paradise was a polar opposite of yours. Despite you both being human in a world filled with primarily animals, you were very different. Robotnik's version of paradise scared you.

His vision was one of pure steel and oil. One where every animal was used to power cold plated machines. His utopia involved polluted waters, clouded skies, and a population that worshipped him.

With ideals that were so different... it's surprising you would even cross paths. You'd think you'd be supporting Sonic in liberating your home. As much as you wished you could....

Robotnik was very adamant on keeping you with his plan.

This was very unlike the mad scientist. He was never one to care for another. Although with how he treated you, a forced assistant, you'd still say he didn't care.

At least not in the normal way.

Was forcing your wardrobe to be black clothes with his logo on it caring, or was it ownership? It sickened you to look down and see the "Eggman Empire" symbol over your heart. A symbolism for loyalty to him.

Was this how he planned to keep you humans together? Humans were a rarity on this planet. However, even if 'Eggman' was the last human left on this planet or not, you didn't wish to be anywhere near him.

You always thought he was a villain. Yet when he forced you to work with him, threatening your life, family, and friends.... You felt he was worse than anything you could ever think of.

"Just think about it. This world would look so much better covered in steel. A world to manipulate and command...."

His ramblings were selfish, completely full of narcissism. He thought he was the most important person here. He completely disregarded what others said....

Even though you had an effect on him, you were never able to change his mind.

"Why do you never think of the life on this planet? What's so appealing about a ball of metal as a home?"

You speak truthfully, not understanding his thought process. In a futile attempt to make him reconsider you touch his back. It's a comforting touch... making him tense a moment before glaring at you.

"It won't be a 'ball of metal', (Y/N). It'll be a shining empire! ... Don't tell me you've been listening to that hedgehog's words."

You back off a bit but Robotnik grabs your hand. You then still your movement and look away. Was it so wrong for you to want to protect your utopia?

"You know I wouldn't side with him-"

"What I do know... is that's a lie."

His grip never falters, in fact he only pulls you closer to him.

"I know you don't respect my ideals! Out of everyone... I'm still fighting with you to understand me."

"Maybe it's because I'm thinking of what I feel would be the be-"

"It doesn't matter."

In one single phrase, you're shut down. In an intimidating matter he holds you still before pointing to your chest. The logo on your heart....

"Remember what that means?"

You glare at him. All because you're branded does not mean you're loyal.... As always, he doesn't care.

"That means you belong here, with me. I don't understand you! You'll get to rule with me... think about it. I wouldn't have anyone else maintain my empire. Yet despite that... you refuse to help build it."

"I'M not blinded by desire! I never asked for this!? You stole me, branded me, and act like I'm supposed to love you for it."

You then pull away from him, noticing how he allowed you to go. Not out of sympathy... but because he was hovering over a button. A button that would summon some of his creations.

"I knew it. So THAT'S how you feel. I'm not stupid, (Y/N). I always knew you were still loyal to that damn hedgehog."

He presses the button with aggressive force. You're filled with renewed fear when he calls for his robots. Perhaps you shouldn't have been so bold.

"Don't worry your little head, (Y/N)..."

He grins, badniks grabbing your arms.

"I'll show you my vision in time. For now you'll have to be patient... in a cell."

"No, wait, please-! I'm sorry... don't do this."

"Prove to me you're sorry later. Clearly I can't trust you enough to give you a chance at paradise."

You hated how childish he was. You screamed at him in rage while being dragged off. Your pleas fell on deaf ears....

It didn't matter what happened, your fate wouldn't change. Even if you were stuck in a cell, it wouldn't make a difference. If Robotnik completed his empire... you'd be stuck in a prison still.

Any life with a man like Robotnik would be as though you were a prisoner. You sigh softly to yourself when his badniks toss you in a cell, as though you were a criminal for disagreeing with him. In the end, you reminded yourself, it all wouldn't matter.

The only one who can save you is Sonic and his friends...

Even then, you wonder if that would even keep him away from you forever.

[spadesolace]

Birds of Time : idol x fem!reader

spade speaks: before anyone starts reading, it’s basically multiple idols but one endgame

They say life is an adventure, maybe it is. I’ve sailed through oceans of tears, mountains of failed love letters, and yet it does not end. Where and when will my adventure stop?

“Y/N, why do you write such sappy literature?” You could only look at your friend, with such curiosity in her eyes, you wonder if she’s like the Cheshire cat. Sometimes leaving the question of whether or not she’s real or just an illusion you made in your head.

“It’s not sappy literature, it’s my journal, you fuck.” You could only look at her with judgemental eyes, immediately covering your journal so she won't be able to read anything else.

¨Whatever you say, I´m just stating it as it is.¨ It's not like you don't appreciate the thought of her correcting you but it was your own thoughts and opinions. Looking back at it, ok maybe it was a bit sappy. You won’t admit it though.

¨But do you actually think that life is an adventure?¨ Somi looked at you with curiosity, the way her eyes sparkled, is she leading you on or is she genuinely asking you a question. You could never understand your cheshire-like friend.

Maybe it is an adventure, where you don’t actually know where you’re going but it’s the journey that counts, right? Never really got the grasp of what adventure actually is until I started writing my thoughts on this small journal. Forgive me, whoever is reading this, but I may go off track sometimes.

Where did my adventure start? Probably that one time I cried my eyeballs out for a princess who supposedly was my best friend then turned crush rejected me.

You never really ended up being friends again with Chaewon after that, she now goes by her nickname, Gowon. A pretty girl, a great friend, yet you two were young when it happened not being familiar with these whole feelings thing. Ending up with drifting apart rather than being together per say.

Feelings were already complicated as a child who could not easily express it. Gowon ended up being popular in her classes, everyone looked at her with so much love and adoration, you had to admit that you say her in that way as well. The way she rejected you is still vivid, how she held your hands, looking directly in your eyes, and just saying;

“No.”

“What?”

“Y/N, you’re really nice and pretty but I don’t think we’re compatible enough to be together.”

Soulmates and compatibility was what drifted us apart, we were the complete opposites. I wonder how well we managed to remain friends when we could never agree on anything. Slowly, the ocean of tears started to well up. The beloved princess ended up with another princess, happily together from what I have gathered. Alas, I was never her knight in shining armor, let alone the princess to capture her heart.

“Y/N, are you still writing on that thing?” You could only smile as Isa tried to take it from your hands. Nodding to her question, you more so loved this journal more than your own life. 

“You’ve had that since what? High school? And we’re in college now.”

“Oh come on, I rarely write on this thing anymore. It’s a nice way to look back, see where I started.”

Isa could only sigh and agree. She has a journal of her own where she writes her secrets, but you managed to write literature. Taking it as a major and writing every thought that pops up.

I’ve reached the mountains of failed love letters, literary works, and failed relationships. A crumpled letter at the foot of the mountain, containing the one that never reached in time. Opening it may bring up the what ifs, how it could have been, and why I never took the chance.

Yunjin was a dream of yours that you could never achieve, maybe it was because she was a well known opera singer in your batch, but somehow ending up in front of her with a letter. You just missed it. Lost the chance. People had mentioned if you were only early, a beat faster, you could have made it. There you were in the midst of the crowd, watching Yunjin shine on stage, and looking at someone directly in the crowd. You almost missed it, the way her eyes shined at that person, oh how were dumb enough to actually make a move.

Yunjin’s heart already belonged to another.

Past the mountains of failed literature, was where I met the birds of time. Was there a place to call home? I can never remember what home actually was. Finally reaching a stop, right next to the birds of time where they can give me a chance. I reflected on my journey.

I’ve fallen for a princess, and an opera singer. I’ve battled many, breaking their hearts and minds to which I regret. I’ve wandered across the deep dark ocean and the mountaintop. 

Tell me, reader, have I reached my final destination? Alone next to the birds of time?

“Sweetie! Have you seen my journal?” You were frantically looking for that old piece of literature, the inspiration for many of your old works. Nowhere in your grasp, it usually is at your office.

Turning the corner, to the other office in your house. There you saw your significant other, holding an old emerald green journal, it’s been through a lot. With such curious eyes, she kept on reading it. Close to the ending, where the adventure ends. Watching as she turned each page, smiling at some of it.

I might have reached the end of my travels, not next to the bird of time, no. They guided me to where I must go, home. Within my travels, I’ve met a lovely adventurer as well, she went through so much torment that she had armour upon armour on her. Only for it to be removed, once I’ve gotten to know her.

She’s a beauty, a lovely woman. My, if I had only realized these emotions early on my travels, my adventure would have easily come to an end. A queen on her own, she wasn’t looking for a king or a knight in shining armour, oh, she fell for an adventurer, a common folk, me.

“Sullyoon...”

“Somi, I miss her.”

Birds of Time by the late L/N Y/N

Acknowledgements: 

To my beloved queen Yoona, let’s go on an adventure until we’re frail and old. Only to ask the birds of time to make it happen again.

[destiny-fics]

Mixtape #4

[Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader]

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, college!au

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Summary: After the events of the past few months, you finally pay another visit to your therapist Sana. She suggests that you listen to the mixtape’s final song, and see this journey through before you begin to patch things up with Changbin and act like the tape never existed. You take her advice and go to Chan and Jisung for help finding the last song, realisations are promptly made and the true identity of your mixtape maker is revealed.

Warnings: smut, pet names: baby, sweetheart, protected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, making out, Changbin’s hot and y/n makes sure he knows it, swearing, Jisung is an idiot, the smut is very dream-like and super fluffy but I like it that way, dirty talk, both the reader and Changbin are described/describe themselves as desperate for the other, some crying

General Taglist:@hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Series Taglist: @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @brit97 @bbyboychanyeol @i-say-choco-you-say-ice-cream @snapcracklen @nightmarej1n @shadycheesecaketrash

Part of the Mixtape Series

Series Masterlist

A/n: well, here we are, finally at the end of Mixtape. I genuinely can’t thank you all enough for the love and support you’ve all shown this work. It has been my brain child for quite some time and to finally have it all out in the world to share with you all is genuinely making me a little bit emotional. I hope you all enjoy this final part 💕

"It's been a while since you visited me Miss y/l/n, I was starting to think you'd forgotten where my office was."

You smiled a little bit at Sana's attempt at a joke, sitting across from her in the squishy pink armchairs she had always had in her office. Sana had been your therapist for three years, but lately, with all the mixtape and Changbin things going on, you'd been neglecting to see her.

But now, as you picked at a loose thread on Sana's couch, you realised that maybe you should have been visiting her more, especially with everything which had happened lately.

"Yeah. There's been…a lot that happened."

Sana nodded "Would you like to talk about it?"

You chewed your lip for a bit, before nodding. Yes, the reason you had come to Sana today was to talk, but she knew you and she knew that unless prompted, no matter what your intentions were for visiting, that you would beat around the bush. When Sana motioned for you to speak you sighed, launching into the entire story. You finding the mixtape in the library, it melting in Changbin’s tape player, each song you had found and how they connected to you, the letters, the fight with Changbin and Chan's involvement in your mixtape. When you had finished, Sana gave you a nod before putting her notepad down and leaning forward, chin on her hands.

"Do you want to know what I think?"

You nodded "you know I do."

"Even if what I say might upset you?"

"Sana I trust you, completely."

"Okay. You know you hurt Changbin by assuming that Chan was the tape maker right?"

"Of course I do, I just don't know why."

"Have you ever considered the possibility that perhaps Changbin shares the feelings you have for him? And that is why he got so upset."

"I don't understand though. Changbin is…the perfect guy. Why would he have feelings for me?"

"Why shouldn't he? Y/n, we've spoken about this before. You keep putting Changbin on a pedestal because you're scared of facing your feelings for him, or facing the reality that he has feelings for you too. You don't want to lose him, so you're making him unobtainable. That way, if he rejects you, which I don't think he will, you won't be surprised."

You knew she was right, Sana was always right. You nodded a little wiping some stray tears from your eyes. "Are you even allowed to say that as my therapist?"

Sana laughed softly "maybe not. But I'm not speaking as your therapist right now, I'm speaking as your friend. And as someone who can't keep watching you hurt yourself like this."

"I am hurting myself aren't I?"

Sana nodded again "you are dear. And you're hurting him."

"I don't want to hurt him. I never want to hurt him. I love him."

"I know you do. Which is why you need to talk to him. And why you need to listen to the rest of that mixtape."

"What do you mean?"

"You said you had one song left to go correct?" At your nod, Sana continued speaking. "Then I think you need to listen to it. Regardless of who made it, of what the message at the end is, I think you should hear it, see this through."

You nodded again, feeling as if you were doing an awful lot of that this session. "But I can't find the last song, anywhere."

Sana hummed softly, looking out the window of her office to where Jisung and Chan were sat outside, waiting to walk you home. "You're friends with musicians right?"

~

"So, let me get this right, Sana thinks you should listen to the last song? Even with all this Changbin stuff?" You nodded at Jisung's question, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket as the three of you walked towards your apartment.

"Mhm. She also thinks I need to talk to Binnie."

"Well, we could have told you that," Chan smiled, bumping your shoulder with his good-naturedly. "But we can't help with that."

"What we can help with however," Jisung grinned, handing you his phone and some headphones "is finding that last song."

"You…" you looked between Chan and Jisung, eyes wide. "You guys know the last song?"

"Well duh," Jisung grinned. "Changbinnie recorded it in our studio, how could we no-ow! Hyung!" Jisung glared at Chan, who had not so subtly elbowed him in the ribs.

"Jisung, bro! You just," Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You just ruined the whole fucking thing. Changbin's going to kill you."

Jisung had the sense to look apologetic. You, however, were still wide-eyed, looking between Chan and Jisung.

"What…what do you mean?"

"Look," Jisung quickly put the headphones in your ears. "Just, just pretend I didn't say anything." He gave you an awkward smile, putting his thumbs up. Chan sighed again, face in his hands. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and your fingers shook as you pressed play on the file on Jisung's phone.

There was silence for a little while, before Changbin's voice filled your ears.

"Um…hey y/n," Changbin sounded nervous and unsure and it made you smile, even as you felt your eyes begin to mist up again. "Fuck, I'm…I'm not good at this, and Jisung and Chan won't shut up and…" the Changbin through the phone sighed, before laughing a little. "God, I don't even know where to begin with this whole thing, I guess that's why I made the mixtape in the first place. I guess the first thing would be to say, that I love you. I've always loved you, ever since you bumped into me and sent all my music flying across the courtyard I've loved you. Is that realistic? Probably…probably not, I don't know what Sana would say to you about that," you laughed a little bit and Chan and Jisung stopped arguing over which one of them messed up the surprise to look at you, small smiles on their faces. "But the point is," Changbin's voice continued "is that I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you, forever. And that…that kind of scares the shit out of me, but it also makes me incredibly excited. Because I just can't see my life without you in it and even if you don't feel the same way, that's okay, but I really can't keep going on acting like I'm not in love with you. Like I won't always be in love with you, because I will always be in love with you."

You ripped Jisung's headphones out of your ears as the recording cut and shoved the phone back into Jisung's hands.

"Shit! I've just made a huge mistake," you grinned at Jisung and Chan before turning on your heel and taking off.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"I've gotta go find Changbin!" You shouted at him over your shoulder. "I know who the mixtape maker is!"

~

Finding Changbin had, actually, been far easier that you had expected. Changbin's apartment building was a finite area and as he wasn't in his apartment or the gym, there was only one other place he could be. You cursed whoever designed the rooftop terrace to have no elevator up to it as you pushed through the entrance door.

"Binnie," your voice was shaky as the man's name left your mouth and he turned to face you, looking the most nervous you had ever seen him.

"Y/n…what, what are you doing here?"

"The mixtape…I know it was you."

Several emotions crossed Changbin's face once the ball dropped, ending with him looking at you like you were the most beautiful person on the planet. You were sure you didn't look like it at the moment, sweaty, red faced and still puffing a little from the stairs, but with the way Changbin was looking at you, you couldn't help but feel gorgeous.

"So what did you think?"

You laughed softly, looking up at the sky "What did I think? What did I think? I think that I'm in love with you Changbin. Scratch that, I know I'm in love with you. That night, at the 3racha show, I wanted to go home with you, but I was so scared of losing you as a friend if something went wrong between us. Not having you in my life at all was more painful than having my heart broken for a little while. But it hurt so, so much and not just for a little while, every time I saw you I was reminded of what I couldn't have."

"What do you mean you couldn't have me?" Changbin stepped forward to take your hands in his. "Y/n, you could always have me, any way you want. Every single way you want."

"Sana says I was putting you on a pedestal, making you unobtainable, because it was easier to do that then think about you rejecting me. And she was right, I was doing all of that."

Changbin nodded slowly "but you know I'm not perfect right? I'm loud and don't really know when to stop and I'm a gym bro and-" you cut Changbin off by pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. Changbin was effectively rendered speechless and you giggled softly at him.

"I know Binnie, I know all of that. But that stuff about you has never bothered me. In fact I like that you're loud and that you joke around, because even if you go too far, you always stop abd apologise when someone says something about it and as for the gym bro thing," you slid you hand from where it was cradling Changbin's cheek to his bicep, squeezing the muscle appreciatively. "Well that is definitely not something to dislike about you."

"You really think so?" Changbin sounded unsure and you nodded.

"I've always thought so. Changbin I love you, I really mean that. I'll shout it from this roof if you need me to."

Changbin laughed softly, leaning in to kiss you once more "I don't need that, I believe you," he grinned. "Although I wouldn't mind seeing you shout how much you love me from the rooftops."

You raised an eyebrow, pulling away from Changbin before turning around and looking out over the city. Changbin looked confused "what…what are you doing?"

You grinned at him over your shoulder "oh nothing, just doing what you want me to." You blew Changbin a kiss before turning back to face the city. "I'm in love with Seo Changbin!!" You yelled, making the man in question jump in surprise and then laugh. "I love him so much!" You squealed in delight as Changbin wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you close to his chest. You turned around in his arms, grinning at him. "I'm so, so in love with him I want to be his girlfriend and kiss him all the time and get married to him and have his babies."

"You…you really mean that?"

"All of it? Yeah."

"Even the…the marriage and kids bit?"

You smiled softly, tangling your fingers in the hair at the nape of Changbin's neck. "Maybe not right this second, but eventually, yes. I mean the marriage and kids bit too."

Changbin grinned, before leaning down to kiss you deeply, hands resting gently on your hips. "Good," he whispered against your lips. "Because I meant what I said in that recording. I can't see myself loving anyone but you."

"Well, just for the record, I can’t see myself loving anyone but you either.”

Changbin didn’t respond to that, instead choosing to lean down and kiss you again, deeper than his previous kisses. It was similar to that first kiss you’d shared all those years ago, passionate and emotional, full of everything you couldn’t say, everything you coul, and everything you didn’t know how to say. Changbin slid his hand from your hip to rest on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh there. You gasped, pulling away and looking at him with your eyes slightly dilated.

Changbin smirked, giving you a small wink “You uh…want to go back to my place?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

~

The walk downstairs and back to Changbin’s apartment took far longer than it usually did, almost every step you both took punctuated by a giggly kiss. You had attached your lips to Changbin’s neck as he tried to open the door to his apartment, sucking pretty purple bruises into his skin. Your hands traveled over his arms and torso and Changbin gave a full body shudder as he finally managed to open the door, immediately tugging you inside and to his room. You attached your lips back to his, the two of you stumbling backwards towards Changbin’s bed. Once your knees hit the end of his bed you let yourself fall backwards, Changbin bracing his hands on either side of you so he didn’t fall completely on top of you. It didn’t seem to bother you much though, and you reattached your lips almost immediately, hands sliding down Changbin’s torso and underneath his shirt so you could feel the layers of muscle on his body. Changbin groaned into your mouth as you touched him, muscles tensing underneath your ministrations.

“Want it off?” He hummed softly, referring to his shirt and you nodded enthusiastically. Your enthusiasm made Changbin laugh softly and he sat up to rid himself of his shirt, tossing it over his shoulder. You sat up a bit to gawk at him, mouth open in complete awe. Yes, you’d always found Changbin extremely attractive, but there was something about the expanse of delicious muscle and tanned skin which had your mouth watering and your brain completely melted.

“Binnie, you…you. You’re…wow.”

Changbin laughed, unconsciously flexing a little “is that a good wow or a bad wow?”

“A good wow. Changbin,” your hand twitched as you reached out to smooth it over Changbin’s chest and down his stomach “You’re fucking gorgeous.” You glared up at him. “Why were you hiding all this from me?”

Changbin chuckled awkwardly, but not before leaning over you to press you back into his bed. “I thought you weren’t interested, remember?”

“Well, I was,” you gulped at the tone Changbin’s voice had taken, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Very, very interested.”

“I know that now baby, and trust me, I’m going to make good use of it,” Changbin ducked down to begin pressing hot, wet kisses to your neck, gently biting and sucking at the skin to leave his mark on you, the same way you left yours on him. You gasped as he bit into the juncture between your shoulder and neck, hips bucking up into Changbin’s.

“Binnie…” your whine of his name had Changbin moving away from your neck to look at you.

“What is it sweetheart? Need more?”

Your nodded and Changbin grinned, fingers skimming your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. The action made you shiver, Changbin’s grin only widening. “Yes please.”

“So polite sweetheart. Is it alright if I undress you?” At your nod Changbin helped you sit up, ridding you of your shirt and shorts, tossing them to join his own shirt on the floor. He sat back on his heels, just admiring your body. Every dip, every curve, it all laid out for him, for just him. This was better than anything he had dreamed before, because this was you. And this was real.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled softly, head tilted.

“Nothing, just you,” Changbin laid you back down again, beginning to press kisses to the swell of your breasts and down your stomach, looking up at you through his eyelashes. “Can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“All yours,” came your breathy voice as Changbin reached the hem of your panties.

“Exactly,” he whispered, spreading your legs gently, groaning as his eyes zeroed in on the wet spot which had formed right in the centre. “Oh you are desperate for me aren’t you?”

You whined in embarrassment, even as your hips kicked up in a plea for Changbin to do something, anything, to relieve the pressure between your legs. “You know I am,” you whined again “Binnie don’t tease.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it baby,” Changbin hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your push through your panties, grinning once more at the soft gasp which escaped your lips. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long, I’m just as desperate for you as you are for me.”

Maybe even more desperate, he thought, after he’d finally gotten your panties off and had his face buried between your legs, licking and sucking at your pussy and clit, drinking up the most delicious cocktail of your juices, paired with your sweet symphony of soft moans and begging. He ate you out like you were his last meal, like he needed you to survive. And perhaps he did. Perhaps you were Changbin’s lifeline, his soft light when everything else seemed dark. You certainly looked like his light now, almost completely fucked out as he spread you open onhis fingers and tongue. He wanted to make you cum in his face like this…no, he needed you to cum in his face like this, but when you pushed his head away with a desperate plea for him to fuck you, well how could Changbin deny such a sweet request?

It felt torturous waiting for Changbin to rid himself of his sweatpants and slip a condom on over his erection, red at the tip, rock hard and leaking precum, but when he finally pushed into you the time didn’t matter anymore, because alll you were feeling was sweet, sweet relief. Changbin’s hiss tapered off into a low groan as he slowly pushed himself inside you and he buried his head into your neck once he had bottomed out in a weak attempt to calm himself down so that he didn’t instantly blow inside of you. You hummed softly, allowing yourself to get used to the stretch of having Changbin so deep inside you and you stroked his back gently. “It’s okay Binnie,” you purred to him. “You move whenever you need to, you feel so good.”

The two of you let out twin groans as Changbin began to rock his hips, pushing his cock deep inside of you and then dragging it out. The pace was almost torturous, just enough to give you pleasure, but not enough to get you anywhere. You whined again, similar to the way you had earlier, begging for Changbin to speed up.

“Fuck me hard Binnie, please. You can make love to me later just, just fuck me for now.”

“Fuck…fuck yeah of course,” Changbin groaned, beginning to fuck you just the way you wanted. You had to give it to him, when Changbin did something, he always gave it a hundred percent, and you were pleased to find out that translated from his daily life into the bedroom. His thrusts were deep and fast, punching a desperate moan out of you with each thrust inside. His face was concentrated as he flicked between watching your face and watching the place where he was connected to you, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking hole at a brutal pace.

“There we go,” he groaned out after a particularly hard thrust which had you crying out in pleasure. “That’s what you wanted right? My pretty baby wanted me to fuck her all dumb? Well don’t worry, I can do that.”

“Promise?“ you brought Changbin’s lips to your own, gasping against his mouth when his fingers began to rub tight little circles on your clit.

“I promise. Fuck I’ll do anything you ask of me. We,” he moaned, voice deep and heavy. “We have all the time in the world.”

As the words left Changbin’s mouth, you were hit with the realisation that you did have all the time in the world. You were together. This wasn’t some dream that you’d wake up from tomorrow morning and be all alone again. This was real.

You didn’t even have time to warn Changbin as your orgasm washed over you, moaning his name loudly as you came. Changbin wasn’t far behind you though, fucking you through your orgasm even as his own pulsed through him, making him spill into the condom. He stilled inside you as he rode the last few waves out, before pulling out of you and taking off the condom, depositing it in the bin beside his desk. You cuddled into his chest immediately after he laid back down next to you, tracing little nonsensical patterns into his skin.

“So…” you began softly, drawing Changbin’s attention to you. “You’re a better actor than I thought.”

Changbin laughed a little, kissing your forehead. “I’m sorry about that, I just wanted you to come to the conclusion on your own. What’s a mystery mixtape if it’s maker isn’t a mystery?”

“Did you plan the whole thing? The tape melting, the letters, Chan’s song?”

“Chan’s song being on there yes, but the other stuff, no. You don’t want to know how panicked I was when that tape started melting.” You giggled, curling further into his chest.

“I think I have a small idea," you sighed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest "I should have realised it was your handwriting in the letters.”

“Honestly I thought you would have. It was ot the most well thought out plan b. How did you realise it was me anyway?”

“Ah well, I didn’t exactly do it. Sana suggested I listen to the last song on the tape, just to see what the final message was. So I asked Jisung and Chan about it on our walk home. Jisung let slip that you recorded it in the studio.”

Changbin sat up a bit and you slid down his chest, now looking up at him “he what? Fucking Han Jisung.”

“Hey don’t get too mad at him, if he hadn’t maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

“So I have to thank Jisung for all of this? I’m never telling him that.”

And as you and Changbin began to laugh and curse at Jisung for ruining the surprise, you realised that there had been nothing for you or Changbin to be worried about at all, everything was going to work between the two of you because it was you, and you loved each other. You had always loved each other. And you would always love each other.

With the mixtape or without it.

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Hello. Can you please do a part 2 of the sick Evelyn story 😊 I was thinking maybe Levi calls a doctor and during the check up the doctor notices bruises on her body. He gets suspicious and starts questioning her. Levi makes some silly excuse but he won't buy it (obviously. He is a doctor) Then Levi has to tell him to mind his own business and threatens him. The doctor understands that it would be stupid to go speak up against Levi and apologizes. But he still feels bad for Evelyn.

Levi x Evelyn -> In Sickness Part 2

(A/N: Ooh, so the only thing I changed in this is the doctor is a woman to keep with Levi's no men around my wife rule. But other than that....I might have made Doc a tad secretly rebellious....*wink wink*)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, domestic violence mentioned, manipulation, mind breaking, misogyny, yandere themes/behaviours, violence, blackmail, Levi's a silly little guy, etc.

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Despite Evelyn trying to convince Levi that she was completely fine he insisted on asking for a professional opinion regardless. Evelyn was too much of a people pleaser, worried about being an inconvenience to anyone. He didn't give a damn about someone's time, the two of them only had one doctor, it had to be a woman with a small enough practice so that she would turn the other way with a few good threats. Plus he paid her well enough, his wife's health was worth a pretty price.

Now he stood against the doorframe with his arms crossed, even though she was a woman Levi had to ensure nothing happened. In his eyes Evelyn was such perfection and beauty that everyone wanted her to themselves, that was why he had to keep her hidden away and keep his eye on her. Although deep down he knew he had turned her into such a slut for his cock she wouldn't think of anything else, but a naive meddler might try something regardless.

"Captain?" The doctor inquired, inspecting the bruises.

"Is there a problem?"

"Sort of, can I ask how Mrs. Ackerman came to get these bruises? They're pretty bad-"

"You cannot ask."

She straightens, giving him a fierce look. "And why not?"

"Because that is mine and my wife's business. I don't pay you for your meddling."

Evelyn stared nervously between the two, she knew first hand Levi's wrath when pressed about her various injuries. Many people had come and gone that had questioned Levi's right to discipline her.

"May I talk to you in private then, Captain?"

He nods, taking her into the adjoining hallway, his stern expression still on his face. "Speak."

"What is going on here Levi? I've never seen her so pale, and those injuries. I don't question you about the consent revolving your relationship because I don't know what part of it is actually permitted and what is threatened- but-"

"Can you shut up about that for once in your damn life? That's all your harp me on when it doesn't fucking matter."

She sneers. "I have many opinions on that, but I won't get into them all now. And I really don't want to ask if you've been hitting her because I'm sure I already know the answer." His silence confirms her suspicions, making her angrier. "You mark my words Levi-"

"No, you mark my words woman- if you so much as breathe so much as one word of this to anyone, it won't be about money it will be your life."

"Are you threatening me-?"

"That's a promise."

"If you think I'll get scared by your words-"

"You should be. I'll give you unimaginable hell, so much that you'll wish for the death that will never come. I do whatever the hell I want with my wife, and I won't hear some paper pushing old bat who forgot her use meddling in with her opinions. I pay you for your medical advice, and if you can't provide that then we'll have another conversation."

She opens her mouth to say something else, but quickly shuts it. He has a point, with his influence and reputation he could put much more than just her life in jeopardy. Maybe she couldn't directly help Evelyn, what the girl needed now was time. Time to escape and get somewhere far away from him. And when she escaped she would have at least one friend on the outside who would help her.

"Alright Levi, I'm sorry. I won't question you again. Please just let me finish putting salve on her wounds? I don't want them to get infected."

Levi takes a minute, as if reading her before nodding.

The two return to Evelyn's bedside, the doctor finishing putting salves on her wounds. "Alright my dear, you're all set for now. Just rest, and take good care of yourself." She slips a small handkerchief of pills into her hands under the covers, a little something she keeps with her for all her house visits, for dealing with wives of abusive husbands like him. "Make sure to take your medicine, and I'll come check on you again soon and I can give you more."

Evelyn seemed confused, but then understood the meaning behind her intent, the pills like hot coals in her hand. "Thank you."

She pats her hand, giving Levi a sideways glance before leaving. See if you get your way now Levi, all your precious plans will come crashing down on you.

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Rectify | Bucky Barnes

Part 19/37 | Part Eighteen, Part Twenty

Summary: I've lived every day for the past five years looking over my shoulder. I knew they'd come for me, it was inevitable. I was foolish to think I could outrun my past. It's followed me everywhere I go, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Never would I have anticipated that the shadows would lead me to the light.

Bucky Barnes x OC

Series Warnings: Discussion of human trafficking, alcohol consumption, graphic depictions of violence, sexual content, discussion of suicidal thoughts.

a/n: Hi everyone, thank you for checking this out, I appreciate any and all support! This series is also posted on Ao3 and Wattpad if you prefer those formats/platforms! This is a completed series, and it's going to take some time for me to transfer it to Tumblr, so please bear with me!

"I thought Ultron was a fantasy."

I rub my eyes and retie my ponytail as Tony and Bruce go back and forth for what seems to be the sixth consecutive hour. I watch as the two bounce ideas off each other, each of them passionate about the points they're making. Looking down at my paper, I see my scribbled notes and try to make some sense of it all. This science is way over my head but I won't give up until I understand it. I tap the pen on the piece of paper as I think and try to process all of the information.

"Well it's not like Jarvis gave us a lot to go off of." I interrupt the two, tired of hearing them bicker. They both might be right or wrong there's no way to tell for sure right now. The two stop fighting for a second and stare at me.

"Well do you have any idea then?" Tony smartly asks. I stand from my seat and begin slowly pacing back and forth.

"Well Jarvis said the jewel was just housing whatever is inside, that much we do know. We don't know what's being housed, or even what it's made of. I have a theory too, what if the scepter was able to grant those 'freaky siblings' their powers. How else would they have gotten those powers if not for alien technology?" I speak, some of my thoughts finally becoming cohesive with one another from a chaotic mess. I had considered the possibility of the stone granting the powers but I hadn't voiced it until now.

"That's not a bad theory." Bruce says. As if a fog had been lifted, another idea pops into my mind.

"Also, you all said it had the power to dominate and manipulate someone's mind in an instant. The common denominator here is that the scepter is likely causing a change within someone's mind. Think about it, super speed is likely to come from altering or enhancing the primary motor cortex or cerebellum. You can't fully control someone's mind without changing aspects of it either." I say. Some of the puzzle pieces are starting to fit together though I have no answer as to how telekinesis can be achieved but I'm chalking that up as part of the unknown for now and maybe we'll circle back to it when we understand it more.

Tony and Bruce remain silent, my mind begins racing a million miles per second as more theories start forming. If this scepter, or the stone in the scepter, is able to change someone's mind instantaneously, perhaps it can be used to help Bucky in some way? I'm not willing to risk experimentation though, that would be the worst possible thing I could put Bucky through but once we know and understand the nature of the stone it might be a possibility.

"Tony I think she might be right." Bruce breaks the silence. Tony stays silent, both Bruce and I watch him, curious as to what he has to say.

"I hate to say it, and this will be the only time I'll ever say this, but I think you're right too." He says and looks at me. I smile in victory, satisfied that Tony Stark finally admitted I might be right about something. Relishing in the small feat doesn't last long, Tony jumps right back into the research, telling Jarvis to run more tests and make more models.

More tests means more time waiting for answers, but I want answers now. I feel like we're on the verge of discovering something huge and I want to know what we have in our possession and what it is capable of. If it has the ability to grant someone telekinetic powers, it's hard to say where the capabilities end, it can be revolutionary.

In the meantime, I try to occupy myself by organizing my thoughts on paper, a mind map of sorts. I make a column for theories, what is known, and what is unknown. I haven't had science make me this happy in over ten years, it feels good to be doing research again and this time for the right people. Although I only hope Hydra doesn't come looking for what the Avengers took from Sokovia.

"Would you like to take a lunch break with me?" Bruce comes to the table and I finish writing my sentence. I cap the pen and lay it on top of the paper,

"Yeah sounds good, maybe it'll make enduring the wait easier to handle. Tony you're more than welcome to join too." I say as we make our way to the elevator. Tony waves us off and keeps his eyes focused on whatever Jarvis is doing. Bruce and I go to the main floor to find something quick for lunch.

We settle on microwave taquitos and take the time out of the lab to go outside, where both Steve and Bucky are. Bruce and I share the plate and watch as the two best friends throw a ball back and forth. Once they see us join them outside, Bucky tucks the ball under his arm and makes his way over to us.

"We thought we'd never see you two again, I thought the lab took you both hostage." Bucky jokes.

"It kind of did." Bruce says, mouth full of taquito. Bucky sits next to me and I smile, having missed his company while I spend my time in the lab with Tony and Bruce.

"Did you figure anything out?" He asks. I haven't been able to find time to update Bucky on what is going on, developments have happened quickly and I haven't left the lab for about twelve hours now.

"Yeah actually. Jarvis pretty much said he didn't know what it was but I have some theories." I say, finishing off a taquito.

"What theories?" Bucky asks. He's taken an interest in this project, I can tell he's fascinated with the science of it all.

"Well I think it's a possibility that it has the ability to alter minds on a whim. I think it gave the siblings their powers in Sokovia." I say, giving him the summary of everything. He nods his head,

"Luckily we have the smartest person alive on the case." He says and nudges my shoulder. I roll my eyes and shake my head, flattered by the compliment but knowing he's off the mark.

"No need to boost Bruce's ego like that." I say which makes Bruce laugh.

"You're the one who's come up with all the theories so far, give yourself some credit." Bruce says. I feel weird getting compliments about how smart I am, probably from how I was praised and worshipped back at Hydra for my scientific advancements.

"You and Tony are in this too. Tony made Jarvis which is helping a ton, and you're putting ideas out there." I say, shifting the credit to all of us. Steve has stood silently the entire time, and I feel bad for leaving him out of the conversation. I pick up a taquito and offer it to him,

"Want a taquito?" I ask as he looks at it, seeming to be confused.

"What's a taquito?" He asks. My eyes widen a little in disbelief.

"Steve you've never had a taquito?" I ask and he shakes his head. I give him the taquito and he takes it. He must like them because he finishes it quickly.

"Yeah they're not too bad." He says and I nod my head in agreement. Bruce grabs the empty plate,

"I think I'm gonna go back down, if anything happens I'll come get you. Take your time up here." He says and walks inside. It's hard saying how long it's going to take Jarvis to run the tests and models Tony ordered and I don't feel like waiting in the lab and going crazy when I can be up here with Bucky and Steve.

"What have you two been up to?" I ask, curious about how they've filled the last twelve hours.

"We caught up, threw a ball around. Not much else but that." Steve explains.

"Where's Natasha?" I ask, not having seen her since everyone got back.

"She actually left to join Fury with the Sokovian siblings about three hours ago." I wonder if we'll end up going there too or if we're going to be stationed here for the time being. I like this place, it's secluded and private, but is still close enough to a town so we don't feel stranded.

I still haven't told Tony about the joyride Bucky and I took his car on, and I think I'll keep it to myself for the time being. Knowing Tony he won't be too happy to hear about it, I need to butter him up and get more on his good side before I divulge information like that. Maybe the scepter project will bring us closer together.

"Have you heard about how they're doing?" I ask. I wonder what long-term effects of the scepter's abilities are, if the twins were gifted using the scepter at all. I think they will prove to be interesting either way, I'm especially interested in the sister.

"No, Fury's been radio silence since he left except for to request Natasha." Steve says.

My mind wanders off and I debate telling Bucky my theory about how it might be possible to use the scepter to get the programming out of his head. If I do tell him, it might backfire if my theory isn't right and I don't want to give him false hope. If I'm right I don't want the idea coming out of left field, but maybe it won't matter if it's a surprise. I think the best route may be to keep it to myself until I know I'm right for certain. I stand up and stretch, guessing it's about time I join the others back at the lab.

"I'll see you guys later." I say and turn to go back inside.

"Don't forget about me." Bucky teases and I pause to look at him before going in.

"I couldn't if I tried." I smile and go to the elevator, taking the short ride back to the lab.

Bruce and Tony are standing in front of a hologram and I quickly join them, seeing a model being displayed. I stand next to Tony and take in what the model is showing. My mouth falls slightly agape as I realize what I'm looking at. I look to the two standing next to me and see if they've come to the same conclusion. Instead, they look confused as they meet my gaze.

"What?" Bruce asks, eyes lighting up once he realizes I have something.

"Look at how it's functioning. I mean these look like neurons firing. You've got the basic structures of them too, notice the dendrites, the soma, and then the axon." I point out parts of the model. To me, this looks like a functioning brain of some sort.

"So you're saying it's just a brain?" Tony questions.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. It looks like it's thinking, it can't be a coincidence that there are similar structures to this and the human brain. The only thing is that this isn't human, it's uncharted territory." I say, still trying to comprehend what I'm seeing.

"This is what the gem is, it's a brain." Bruce chimes in, staring at the blue colored model.

"What if we could harness this power?" Tony proposes and my eyebrows raise.

"I think we should take some time to understand what this is more in depth before we try to harness anything." I say, not entirely liking Tony's idea.

"We can learn as we go." Tony says, and I shake my head,

"Tony, we can't just start experimenting with alien technology we have no firm understanding of." I say, uncomfortable with the idea Tony is pitching.

"I'm with her on this Tony, let's study this and try to understand what all is going on first." Bruce backs me up and Tony sighs.

"Sure, if we want to be lame that way." Tony childishly says and I fight the urge to roll my eyes. This is some serious technology we're dealing with and I don't think it should be taken lightly.

I shove off Tony's remarks and stare at the model. I see the similar structures to that of the human brain, but it's not quite the same. It's hard to wrap my head around how this is possible, I've never seen a functioning brain on this level before. It makes me nervous that Hydra had access to this and what they found out as a result.

As I stare into the blue model, I begin dissecting it piece by piece, applying what I know to what is unknown. Tony and Bruce start going back and forth again, but I tune them out as I watch the model. I grab my notes from earlier and uncap the pen with my teeth, scribbling some words in the theories column. No thought is too insignificant and I want to be sure I can trace my train of thought.

"Hey, I think I've come up with a few more ideas." I say, getting the two of them to stop.

"What do you have?" Bruce asks.

"Well, just by looking at how it's functioning I think that the stone itself has a degree of sentience. Either that or it's just housing the framework of a supercomputer-esque program. Either it's organic or it's not." I say, hoping they follow what I'm explaining.

"How would we be able to tell?" Bruce asks and I shrug.

"I have no idea. It's not like a stone can speak on its sentience level. I know it sounds a little out there but if we're dealing with alien technology shouldn't we also consider explanations that seem a little alien to us?" I question. Tony paces back and forth a few times.

"Back at the Hydra base, there were some advanced robotics. I'm willing to bet they figured this out as well and tried to apply it. Give the framework a host." Tony says, and it makes sense.

"You're talking about artificial intelligence." Bruce jumps in.

"Or at least partially artificial." I add, not wanting to entirely rule out that this is inorganic.

"Maybe we can apply this to the Ultron program." Tony looks to Bruce who seems to be taken aback.

"I thought Ultron was a fantasy." I've never heard of the Ultron program before so I listen intently to what they're saying, trying to piece it all together.

"It was but if we can use this framework I think it can be a reality." Tony explains.

The conversation falls flat as we each contemplate what exactly this is and what it means. I know I have my work cut out for me, but I know this can potentially lead to a lot of answers. It may be just what I need to help save Bucky's mind. If it's true that it granted people superhuman abilities, there has to be a way it can undo the Winter Soldier programming.

I sit on a lab stool with my notes in front of me and I tighten my ponytail. I'm here for the long haul and I don't think any of us are leaving this lab anytime soon. Not until we have answers.

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pairing: hs!gojo x black!reader

synopsis: gojo was a tease even back in high school

word count: 494

type: one-shot/drabble

a/n: clearing my drafts so let's finish this drabble. reason its an x black reader was bc it was supposed to come out back in feb lol. maybe be a bit ooc bc i havent seen jjk since it came out

Y/n reluctantly made her way into the last class of the day. Gojo sat next to her and would constantly goof off with friends and talk about how he was the main character. She found it quite annoying, but a part of her was fascinated with him. He took his usual seat and their fellow classmates quickly copied off of one another's homework before class started.

Y/n didn't understand why they had to still take usual classes if they were just going to use cursed energy in the real word. After about thirty inevitable minutes of math, it was finally time for her favorite part of the day. Unfortunately it was ruined because her usual partner was out sick.

Gojo eagerly volunteered to step in. "I'd much rather just sit out today," Y/n mentioned. "It's fine. We won't even have to actually do anything. We can just act like we are." That would suggest they would be holding a conversation instead which Y/n didn't want to happen.

The duos set off in various parts of the training grounds and Gojo led her to a hidden clearing. He sat cross-legged and pat the ground besides him. "I feel like you hate me," he said with a smile. "Cause your a player. It's nothing personal really," she reluctantly sat as far away as she could. "Who told you that?" "All the women you've been with." "Your stubborn you know that?" "I just want to graduate is all. Your lucky ya know? Being born with all those limitless powers." He sighed. "Am I though?" For a second Y/n thought maybe it wasn't all that great for Gojo. His smile returned however. "Of course I am. I'm Gojo Satoru. The hottest and most powerful guy on the planet." "Forgot annoying," she muttered. "Maybe I should make that my slogan." "Your not a company." "Maybe I could be. Gojo Satoru. My own brand." "That sounds ridiculous." "And what will you do?" Y/n shrugged.

"Maybe I'll go out on commission. Haven't thought that far yet." He ran a hand through his white hair. "Most of the girls don't even have a mind of their own." "Sure they do." "Not the ones at the regular schools." "You just think that because of your special abilities. You can't expect them to know that much about the world if they don't have the tools." "Guess your right." He stood up. "Hey Y/n, can we call a truce? Maybe be friends?" She shrugged. She returned the fist bump. "Just don't go hitting on me. Ever." She emphasized the last part.

He smiled. "Now why would I do that? You made it clear you don't like me. Unless your available Saturday night." She hit him across the head. "Ow. I get it jeez. Just a little joke." "I don't joke like that," was all she said as she began walking back. Gojo watched her walk away, completely mesmerized.