#<- because I got dramatic with it midway as always

[homocrafting]

My EVIL (not really) Jumperwho LS5 headcanon is that like... there's no way the Void doesn't phisically alter its followers in some way. Like a gift, of sorts, and a claim that they belong to it now. And, Jumper doesn't love the Void. She doesn't even like it, much less worship it enough for any of those changes to happen to her.

But it's happening to all the other Abyss members, and she has a job to complete. Not changing would be too suspicious. So she puts all her focus into separating the real Jumper and the Jumper Abyss knows, puts all her energy into loving and nurturing and wanting to set the void free.

It works. Somehow, it works. She can hear it, now, the void whispering through her blackened and void-y left arm, asking to be let in for real.

The good thing is that Abyss trusts her even more. The bad thing is that she's terrified one day she'll listen to the Void and lose herself.

So naturally she stages a fight with Minute and asks him to chop off her arm.

Which he does, of course, and she stays without that arm until the point where the betrayal is revealed. When every member of Abyss is jumping into the Void, Minute reveals he kept her severed arm and... throws it in there. The final member of the Abyss, gone.

And then he builds her then best prosthetic she could have asked for

[prisjean]

lifting love | caleb x reader

synopsis: a little fluff of you and caleb at the gym, he helps you lift but notice your gaze on his muscles wink wink

a/n: i would like to be recognized as “caleb’s muscles lover” bc i can’t stop thinking about them. need to be in a headlock. i hope he comes home to me & everyone pulling! this is my first time writing so i hope you can vision what im writing. thank you for reading!

wc: 608 words

the gym filled with the hum of treadmills and the shifting of weights, but your attention was laser-focused on him. caleb. your boyfriend, with his broad shoulders and toned arms, was midway through a set of curls. his biceps flexed with each repetition, just enough to make your heart skip a beat. you loved going to the gym with your boyfriend, you wanted to be strong like him for missions. after months of going to the gym, you didn’t feel like you saw much progress but the view of your boyfriend was worth all the weightlifting and soreness.

“am I doing this right?” you teased, attempting to mimic his form with your 10-pound dumbbells. your exaggerated pose made him chuckle. a deep, warm sound that sent butterflies fluttering through your chest. “perfect form, princess” he replied with a wink, setting his weights down and stepping behind you. “but let me help ya.”

he adjusted your posture, his large hands brushing against your arms as he gently guided them. the warmth of his touch, coupled with the firmness of his grip, made you momentarily forget what you were doing. your grip faltered, and the weight in your left hand tilted awkwardly, throwing you off balance. “whoa!” you gasped.

but momentarily, his hands were on your waist, steadying you with ease. “easy there, pipsqueak,” he said, his voice filled with affection. he smirked as he held you, now not letting you go.

your cheeks flushed hot. “i.. wasn’t distracted” you mumbled, you avoided eye contact with him through the gym mirror.

“of course not,” he teased, hiding a grin. “It’s not like someone was staring too hard or anything.” he continues to tease. you glared and pout at him playfully, his grin finally shows. “come on, let’s try again,” he said, his tone softer now. “i got you, i promise.” he gives you a reassuring smile.

with his encouragement, you finished the set without another mishap, though your heart raced every time he leaned closer to correct your form. when you were done, he faced you to meet your eyes, his expression warm and playful.

“good job, princess” he said, before giving you a kiss on the forehead. he extends his hand out to you, offering a high five. But when you went to slap it, he grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you closer.

“you know,” he said, lowering his voice so only you could hear, “i don’t mind when you stare. In fact…” he flexed his arm dramatically, the muscle tightening under his skin. “i do it for you.”

you tried to roll your eyes, but the heat in your cheeks gave you away. “you’re so full of yourself.” you reply chuckling.

“and yet, you’re always looking,” he teased, leaning in closer.

“maybe because it’s worth looking at,” you shot back, smirking as you turned the tables. His eyes widened for a moment, caught off guard, and then his face broke into a boyish grin.

“alright, alright, you win,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. “but let me prove I’m more than just muscles. how about some ice cream? my treat.”

he slung his gym bag and yours over his shoulder, but before you could follow, he reached out and ruffled your hair. “you’re strong too, you know,” he said softly, his tone suddenly more serious. “i see the effort you put in, and it’s one of the things i love about you.”

your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but lean into him as the two of you left the gym together. muscles were great, but the way he supported you? that was what you loved most.

a/n: i may have written something cute but i still want to lick peanut butter off his muscles 🫣 thank you for reading! 🩷

[tojisbbg]

𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬

❝you're exciting, boy, come find me; your eyes told me, "girl, come ride me".❞  

♡ geto suguru ♡

a/n: was scrolling through twitter and stumbled across yunonoai's new geto piece here. i love the roommates idea and decided to write a quick little smutfic for him ;)

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

content: roommate!geto suguru x fem!reader, modern au, smut, fluff/crack, not edited.

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"yes, satoru." geto sighed, pressing his phone to his ear before raising his shoulder to hold it in place, one of his hands filled with grocery bags while the other dug inside his pocket to fish for the house keys.

"you're so rude, suguru. it's been so long since i've talked to you, i feel like i'm gonna die from lung cancer." gojo dramatically whined on the other side of the line, making geto roll his eyes.

"i just got home from work and we literally talked last night." he deadpanned, making gojo huff in discontent.

"that's still too long." the white haired man snickered.

"gay ass." geto mumbled under his breath, finally unlocking the door as he twisted the knob to enter.

"i have a girlfriend! unlike you. you're my bro, it's always bros before hoes." gojo poetically recited, half of his words flying out of geto's other ear as the man had a long day at work.

"surprised you got one before me." he yawned, slipping out of his sneakers to slip on his house slipper. geto distanced his phone away from his ear momentarily.

"y/n, i'm home." geto announced, but there was no response heard back from you.

"hater, you're just mad that my dick is better than yours. anyways, wanna grab dinner together? i need to tell you about what happened in my morning class today, i nearly busted my lungs out from laughing." gojo offered, already laughing midway through his sentence because he's a whole clown.

"some other time, i'm gonna cook dinner for y/n tonight." geto declined, walking inside the living room, tossing his keys on the sofa.

"feed her your dick instead."

"shut the fuck up."

"y'all didn't fuck yet?"

"hanging up, talk to you later." with that being said, geto could hear gojo about to protest, but he was quick to press the red button to end his conversation with the annoying man. he set the bags of groceries down on the counter, rubbing his temple in annoyance.

geto noticed how you weren't in the living room nor in the kitchen, where he usually finds you around this time. curiosity piques his attention, walking over to your room.

as he inched closer to your door, geto could hear soft whimpers and groans exiting your room. his eyebrows knitted in confusion... until he stood in front of your closed door.

"nghh~ feel so good, suguru."

"f-fuck, just like that!"

"ahhh~ need your cock inside my pussy, sugu."

"i-i'm gonna cum!! oh my go-god!"

geto's eyes widened at the mentioning of his name slipping out of your mouth in such a lewd manner. you were masturbating to the thought of him. he could feel heat creep up to his cheeks, bringing a hand up to his face to cover his mouth as he continued to hear your moans.

"shit." geto mumbled to himself, feeling his pants tighten as a tent now formed around his crotch area. he was so fucking hard just by hearing you whine for him like a bitch in heat.

eventually, your voice died down, red alarm signals going off inside his head. geto quickly left from his spot as quietly as he could, heading back inside the kitchen.

he had a silly little plan that he wanted to execute on you.

so, he continued on with taking out the groceries, as if he heard nothing; gathering all the things he needed to make a quick home-cooked dinner tonight. a little smirk painted over his lips, hearing your door creak open before hearing your footsteps.

geto looked up, meeting your eyes, as you were startled to see the man whose name you were moaning a few minutes ago appear in your shared kitchen. he gave you a small wave before going back to his work of chopping some veggies on the cutting board, some other things already sizzling in a pot next to him.

you quickly cleared your throat, offering him a nervous smile as you played with the hem of your t-shirt.

"o-oh, you're back home so soon, sugu." you stammered out, leaning over the counter as you watched him stir the pot, his broad back turned to you as his hair was wrapped into a neat bun.

"mhm, got off of work early today to get groceries." he responded, looking back at you as he took note of your flushed face and disheveled hair.

you looked like someone just fucked your entire existence out of you.

you chewed on your bottom lip as you began to overthink, trying to recall if you'd heard the main door open during your little private session. but, your mind was absolutely fucked out during that time, only being fogged by the dirty thoughts of geto plunging his cock inside of you instead of your pathetic fingers.

oh god... did he hear you?

the thought of him catching you moaning his name while pleasuring yourself created a huge wave of shame and embarrassment, colliding straight at you as you turned even more red. geto, who was peacefully cooking, could sense your panic as his smirk grew.

"i'll be in the living room." you quietly informed, dashing out of the kitchen where he was making a heavenly concoction, the aroma of different spices already welcoming your senses.

but, unfortunately, you had bigger things to worry about than the raging appetite in your stomach.

you sat on the couch, trying to knock some self-assurance into your anxious mind. you took in a deep breath, falling into your own train of thoughts.

surely, if geto were to hear you, he'd probably feel at least a little weird about it, right? like probably give you some weird stares, side eye you or like maybe not even talk to you???

yeah, you were freaking out.

you lightly smack your cheek, bringing yourself back. you convinced yourself that geto didn't hear you, he was still chopping veggies and loading the fridge when you walked out. this meant that he had to arrive after you were done.

besides, he was acting pretty normal with you.

you sunk into the couch, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you tried to shoo away your thoughts. you've been roommates with geto for about two years now, the both of you meeting in your organic chemistry class during the first year of college.

you were still living with your parents, while he was living with his best friend, gojo. however, you soon decided that it was time for you to break away from your parents' protective shell, wanting to experience true adulthood and independence.

and for geto... well, gojo was a handful to live with, in short.

so, you both met by fate, sitting next to each other in the painfully boring and difficult class. about a month passed and you guys grew pretty close to each other, frequently partnering up for experiments and mini projects; which were done primarily over his place since gojo was barely home after sunset.

you were apartment hunting during that time, which was so hard as the rent was outrageous, especially near campus. when geto heard your little rant about it, he offered to be your roommate so that the rent wouldn't be so burdensome on you.

of course, you agreed without hesitation because the man was so incredibly nice. geto was a gentleman, every single good trait and positive word that exists in the dictionary could be used to describe his personality.

needless to say, you were not disappointed. he was clean, organized and responsible. geto paid his rent on time, did the groceries on days where it was his turn and sometimes on your days as well when he sees you stressed out. he cooks dinner for you both frequently since your cooking is very limited, if not, takeout is always there as a solution.

geto made sure to kill any bug, big or small, that threatened you; especially in the summer heat when those fuckers slipped in through the window. he was your knight in shining armor, whacking them dead with his slipper.

not to mention that it's rewarding to see such a hot man in your house every day after a depressing eight hours of lecture plus work. there was no denying the fact that geto suguru was incredibly attractive, and he was extremely popular amongst the female students as well.

on really hot summer days, you'd see him in skimpy tight tank tops, the fabric hugging his slutty narrow waist while deliciously exposing his muscular arms. his beautiful luscious black hair resting a little below his shoulder.

oh, and of course, he smelled so fucking good.

a mix of coconut from the shampoo he uses along with the scent of expensive cologne and his body wash.

with all these factors coming into play, having a silly little crush on geto suguru was quite reasonable to you.

"you feeling sick, y/n? your face seems flushed." the sudden intrusion of geto's voice awoke you from your trance, looking up at him as the man stood in front of you. he looked down at you with a concerned look, the back of his hand coming up to touch your forehead.

"hm, no fever." he concluded, eyeing you for an answer.

"oh, it's 'cause i just woke up from a nap and it was super hot in my room." you lied, making him cock an eyebrow.

"hot? it's the middle of november." geto snorted, making you mentally wince because you were slowly getting caught in your lie.

"the heater was on blast in my room." you defended, making him cross his arms over his chest as he looked like he was thinking really hard.

"weird, could've sworn i made sure to lower the temperature on the thermostat before leaving this morning. oh well." he shrugged, deciding to not pick on you anymore as he took a seat on the sofa in front of you.

you let out a sigh of relief, thanking god that he dropped his interrogation with you. your eyes followed his body, watching him plop on the sofa as he leaned back, shifting his hips forward before manspreading.

holy.

fuck.

you ogled at the sight, shamelessly eye-fucking him as your mind began to mentally strip him. almost immediately, your eyes fell on his lap, seeing the prominent bulge in his sweats. of course, geto's eyes noticed your staring, biting back a grin as his plan was working.

"you know, it's not nice to stare, sweetheart." geto playfully snickered, the petname that was directed to you sent heat between your legs, making your thighs clench together.

fuck, he made you feel so hot and bothered.

"i-i.." your words were stuck in your throats as you met his piercing onyx colored eyes, watching him give you a half-lidded smirk.

"hm? can't hear you from there, why don't you come over here and tell me." he patted his thigh, inviting you to sit on his lap. your eyes were the size of two full moons as you never expected to experience this side of geto.

either way, who were you to decline this gorgeous man's invite?

so, without hesitation, you got up from your spot and walked over to him. the both of you locked eyes, with you now standing in between his legs. geto's arms laced around your waist, pulling you down on his lap as you placed your legs on either sides.

as you pressed down against his lower half, you felt something poke your ass, making you gasp. geto chuckled, moving your hair away from your neck, exposing the skin.

"gonna help me take care of that, y/n?" geto whispered, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck, making you whimper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you grind your hips on his hard on, earning a groan from him.

you felt his tongue swipe against your skin before feeling his teeth digging in ever so lightly, sucking the flesh. you let out a shaky breath, feeling him kiss, suck and lick all over your neck.

"s-sugu.." you stutter out, biting your lower lip to contain a shameless moan that itched to leave your throat. geto pulled away, looking up at you with lust clouded eyes. his hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards his face as he crashed his lips against you.

geto could taste the sweetness of your fruity flavored lip balm, feeling his lips smoothly mold into yours. you sucked on his lower lips before giving it a soft lick, telepathically asking him to open his mouth, which he did. so, you shoved your tongue in his mouth, wet smooching sounds radiating off of you two.

he tasted like mint, so fresh and sweet. your hands cupped his face, angling your face in a way that you could kiss him deeper, his fingers dancing on your spine. you felt the wet muscle intertwine with yours, making you suck his tongue as you rubbed your clothed cunt against his bulge.

geto moaned in your mouth, the impact of your warm cunt against his painfully clothed cock sent waves of pleasure to his brain. you both soon pulled away, gasping for air as a string of saliva was connected to the both of your lips.

"can i help you with this?" you softly asked, pressing down on his cock once again, eliciting a gruff groan from him. geto looked at you, your eyes were practically pleading him, lashes innocently batting as you oh so politely asked him.

"of course you can, sweetheart." geto replied, making your heart jump to your throat as you eagerly slid out of his lap, now sitting on your knees in between his legs. with attentive eyes, he watched your hands tug down his sweats, which he helped you with.

it was adorable how impatient you were, so excited to have a taste of his cock. you've seen geto shirtless on multiple occasions, eyes always never failing to catch the deep v-lines that ran down the side of his body.

so, it meant that he definitely had a monstrously huge cock hiding in those tight calvin klein boxers.

you wasted no time in pulling down the waistband of his boxers, hand reaching in to grab his cock. however, as soon as you felt the sheer length and girth of it, unable to properly grasp it in your hand; you harshly gulped.

fuck, he was hung.

by the looks of your hesitation, geto's ego immediately jumped a whole tower up, leaning his head back against the sofa as he wrapped his arms behind his head.

you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach, your eyes widening at the sight. he was huge and thick, standing no less than a good seven to eight inches in length. the tip of his cock was a cute blush color, leaking out so much precum as a single prominent vein ran on the underside of his cock.

you wrapped your hand around his cock, giving it a few teasing pumps, making him grunt as the soft flesh of your palms did wonders on him. your thumb cheekily made it's way up to his tip, circling it as the pad of your thumb became coated with his precum.

geto jolted at this sudden action, looking down at you with an expression that was so beautiful and arousing.

"f-fuck, why don't you give it a little kiss, baby." he requested, making you hum as you pressed a feather-light kiss on his tip, feeling the small bead of the wet liquid on your lips. you smirked at how his chest heaved up and down at your teasing, your tongue licking a long stripe up his vein.

"stop teasing." geto groaned, getting a little impatient. you giggled at his words, placing the tip of his cock on your tongue before wrapping your lips around it. you sucked on it a little before shoving as much of his cock as you possibly could into your mouth.

"o-oh my god.." geto's eyes screwed shut as he felt the warm encasing of your mouth around him. you began to bob your head up and down his throbbing cock, pushing him down your throat, while your hands simultaneously worked to pleasure the inches that you couldn't fit.

"mmm, just like that— being such a good girl for me." he praised, a hand coming down to encourage your movements, pushing you deeper. you gagged a few times, but that seemed to only drive him off the edge, as every time your throat contorted or tightened, it deliciously squeezed his aching cock.

you could feel tears prick at your eyes, your hands fondling with his heavy balls, giving them gentle squeezes. geto's thighs began to ever so slightly shake, small curses and whimpers exiting his plump lips as the movement of your mouth and hands quickened.

"gonna let me cum down your throat? take all of it like a good girl." his hips began to desperately buck into your mouth, one of his hands gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he thrusted into your throat. you let him throat-fuck you, your nails digging into the flesh of his thick muscular thighs.

"shit." geto swore under his breath, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth as his vein pulsated. with the release of a guttural moan from his mouth, geto came hard and deep down your throat; as thick wads of white cum spurted out.

you made sure to swallow every single drop, licking his cock clean before giving his tip one last kiss as you pulled away. geto looked down at you while you looked up at him with a cock-drunk smile, making him smile.

his hand came down to your face, long and thick fingers wiping away your tears.

"made me feel so good, sweetheart. let me reward you, yeah?" geto sensually spoke, making your clit throb with arousal. he helped you up, once again placing you on his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

geto's hands sneaked inside your shirt, caressing your sides as you shuddered in response to his touches. you tried to focus on the kiss, but you soon felt his hands creep up to your tits, giving them a squeeze through your bra.

"suguru!" you gasped against his lips, making him bite your lower lip.

"off." he commanded, tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. you obliged obediently, pulling it over your head before throwing it on the floor. with very skillful movements, geto unhooked your bra, removing them before having it join your t-shirt on the floor.

your tits deliciously spilled out, perky nipples which were swollen from the lack of attention. geto wasted no time in taking a mouthful of your tits, sucking on the hard bud as you let out a whimper. you pulled his head closer to your chest, grinding your pussy on his cock through your shorts.

geto gently rolled your nipple between his teeth before giving it a playful bite, making you shake in his hold. he sucked the mounds of fatty flesh, making sure to leave a copious amount of purplish marks on your skin.

suddenly, he placed a hand on your back before shifting to the side, gently laying you down on one of the cushions. geto pulled down your shorts, eyes coming into contact with the wet patch on your panties.

your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, averting your gaze from him, which made him laugh.

"eager are we?" he playfully threw at you, making you whine. not pushing it any further, geto soon pulled down your panties as well, a thin line of your arousal being attached to the fabric. he threw your shorts and panties to the floor before taking in the sight of your soaking wet cunt.

"fucking hell, sweetheart, you're dripping." he commented, making you clamp your thighs shut from how bashful his vulgar words made you feel. however, geto didn't appreciate you covering up, strong hands now on your thighs as he spread them apart.

"don't be greedy, y/n. let me see, baby." geto scolded, pressing a kiss on your inner thighs, which made you yelp.

he wasted no time in giving your clit a feather-light stroke, making your thighs twitch from the sudden stimulation. geto liked that reaction, now using his thumb and middle finger to spread your wet folds open. he had to gather some self-control to not shove his face into your cunt.

"so fucking pretty." he complimented, gawking at your puffy cunt and swollen clit, giving it away that you indeed played with yourself moments before. you were so wet for him, it was absolutely ridiculous, your hole clenching on nothing as it leaked more of your juices.

"do something, sugu. need you so bad." you begged, bucking your hips up to feel more of his fingers. he snickered at your actions, landing a wet slap on your clit, making you whimper.

"good girls get what they want. so, be a good girl and be patient while i admire you, 'kay?" geto shortly lectured, making you softly protest at his constant teasing, needing to feel some part of him on your body.

the man watched you squirm and softly grunt with a contented grin on his lips, seeing how your thighs threatened to close every few minutes from his light touches. however, geto wasn't that mean and he's practically been dreaming of this moment ever since he’s met you.

and after what he heard earlier today? oh no, baby, he's gonna make sure to memorize every detail of your pussy today.

geto slid his middle finger between your folds, slowly rubbing it up and down, the tip of his finger nudging your clit once he dragged his digit back up. your breath hitched, hands flying to the back of your head to grip the cushion.

"tch, that's all you're gonna give me? you weren't so shy about being vocal earlier." geto scoffed, making your eyes widen as you looked at him with a shocked expression. he smirked, rubbing your clit in a quickened circular motion, making your brain stop working as you completely forgot about what he just told you, eyes screwing shut as you choked out a moan.

"fuck, suguru!" you cried out his name, breathing heavy as geto continued to stimulate the sensitive bundle of nerves, his free hand coming up to pinch your nipples and squeeze your tits.

"mhm, there you go. but, i gotta hear more from that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart." with that being said, geto dragged his finger down to your needy hole, prodding it open.

you felt him enter his middle finger, groaning as it was longer and thicker than yours. geto began to thrust his finger in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, watching you fidget. he soon added a second finger, the stretch of his thick digits was too much as it made all the wires in your brain fuse.

"nghh~, s-shit, feels so good!" you cried out, feeling him scissor his fingers back and forth into your wet cunt. he suddenly plunged in a third finger, making you choke on your moans as they began to rub your tight walls.

"yeah? taking my fingers so well." he whispered, moving his body up, slotting himself between your legs while his fingers never faltered. geto captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, while you whimpered against his lips.

he moved his head down, taking your tits in his mouth once again as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you. you babbled random things, eyes rolling back as you felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach. your walls clamped down on his fingers, making geto grunt at the sudden squeeze on his fingers.

"such a naughty girl, you are, y/n. playing with this pretty pussy of yours while moaning my name when i'm not around." geto's voice was laced with faux sympathy, the squelching wet sounds of your cunt was like music to his ears, encouraging him to plunge his digits deeper and faster; hitting your g-spot.

"hnghh, g-gonna cum!" you squealed, hands coming up to squeeze his biceps, eyes pooling with tears as you could feel your brain becoming rewired. his palm rubbed against your clit while his fingers abused your hole, completely fucking out your senses as your brain became mush.

your throat released the most pornographic moan ever, clenching onto his fingers as you came hard on them. geto could feel your hole twitch and pulsate, your creamy cum dripping down his fingers and down your inner thighs onto the sofa.

"better than these, right?" he teased, using his free hand to bring your fingers to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on them. you nodded your head, not even comprehending what the fuck he just told you as you tried to calm down from your intense orgasm.

geto pulled his fingers out, making you wince as your hole felt empty. he shoved his cum soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean as you watched the lewd sight of him eating your cum.

"so sweet." geto grinned, seeing you pant and flush into a deep red.

"sugu... p-please, hmphh—" you were cutoff by the sudden kiss, his lips smooching yours pretty noisily, coating them with his spit.

"what you need, sweetheart?" he whispered against your lips, tugging them between his teeth.

"need your cock in me, please." you breathed heavily against his lips, looking up at him with pleading lust glowing eyes. geto smiled against your plump flesh, sitting up on the sofa before pulling you up along with him.

"help yourself then." geto gave you the cue, helping you straddle his lap once again. you sat your bare cunt right on top of his hard cock, as it slipped between your folds, the warm leaky tip brushing against your clit. a soft whimper left your lips, eyes looking down at the porn-worthy sight.

you realized that his t-shirt was still on, pouting as you tugged the hem of it. geto cocked an eyebrow, feeling the fabric being yanked.

"off." you blurted out, the same way he did when undressing you. this made geto laugh, looking at you with teasing, narrowed eyes as he stroked your cheeks.

"so demanding." he playfully sneered, pulling his shirt over his head before discarding it with the rest of the pile of your mixed clothes on the floor. you placed your shaky hands on his shoulders before tracing his defined collarbones.

you moved down to his chest, intentionally brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder from the sensitivity. curious eyes shamelessly roamed around his upper body, seeing the well-sculpted abs he had from working out multiple times a week.

"like what you see?" geto playfully asked, making you scoff.

"like what i see? i'm trying so hard to not eat you right now." you grumbled, attaching your lips back onto his, muffling out his chuckle. you teasingly pinched his nipples to evoke a reaction, and you weren't left disappointed as he jolted, whimpering in your mouth.

you slightly opened your eyes, seeing from the corner of your eyes how his face was turning red from embarrassment.

"you're so adorable, suguru." you giggled, making him tsk as he landed a tight slap on your ass, making you yelp.

"yeah? tell me that when i'm sending you to poundtown." he countered your words, making you roll your eyes with a snort at the comment.

"looking forward to it, sugu." you said in a flirty tone, sending a wink towards his way, making geto's heart thud against his chest. you dug your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin as you began to mark it with hickeys.

you could feel his pulse point throb, lightly grazing your teeth against it, making him let out a heavy breath.

"you little minx." he grunted, arms kneading your ass before giving it a few slaps as a punishment, making you moan. his actions made you pout, wanting payback.

you began to slide your hips back and forth on him, feeling his hard cock easily slide between your wet folds. you trembled in his hold, feeling the grip on your waist tighten as you did this a few more times. the lewd wet sound of his girthy cock rubbing your dripping cunt made you even more aroused, his tip bumping into your clit, making you whine.

"hmm, i could cum from this." you shamelessly admitted, grinding yourself harder on him, watching geto bite his lower lip to suppress a moan. this annoyed you as you wanted him to be vocal, pressing your lips on his before shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing his moans as you glided your sopping wet cunt over his throbbing cock.

"stop.. i wanna cum inside you." geto said in between his breaths, forcefully stopping your waist as soon as his tip rested on your hole. he looked at you with a dazed look, his large hand coming up to brush your hair away from your neck.

"gonna let me feel you, sweetheart? pretty please?" he said in a low voice, kissing your collarbones before moving up to your neck.

"y-yeah.." you stuttered out, no longer being able to handle this game of teasing anymore. you raised your hips a little, taking a hold of the shaft of his cock, aligning his tip with your hole.

you began to lower yourself on him, slowly entering his fat tip in, your eyes shutting tight as you winced in pain from the sting. geto held onto your waist as support, his fingers gently rubbing your sides.

"there you go, easy, baby." he encouraged you, words being chased by a gruff grunt as you managed to shove a third of his cock inside of you. you could feel your knees slightly shaking, breathing heavily as you gripped onto his shoulder tightly to support yourself.

"need some help?" he gently murmured against your neck, eyes peering up to see tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to take in his cock. you nodded your head, making him hum in acknowledgement. geto sneaked a hand between the both of your bodies, the pad of his thumb stroking your clit.

the sudden mix of the pleasure from stimulating your clit along with the stinging pain of his cock bullying into your hole made your body shake. geto could feel your hole start to relax a little, using the arm around your waist to gently push you down as he continued to play with your clit.

"t-too much, it's too much!" your breath hitched, feeling yourself sinking in a few more inches of his lengthy cock. his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking on the swollen bud, while his thumb continued to pleasure the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves between your legs.

"nghh~, f-fuck.." you let out a long moan, finally shoving in the last few inches of his cock, completely bottoming out. geto let out a guttural moan, throwing his head back on the sofa, as you both stayed like that for a minute.

"shit, baby, y-you're squeezing me so tight." geto choked out, while you tried to adjust to the stretch of his cock. you slouched your body forwards, hugging him tight as you craved for more skin-to-skin contact with him. geto happily accepted, firmly wrapping his arms around you as his hands stroked your back as you both breathed in each other's scent, molding into each other's body.

"feel so full, sugu, you're so big." you chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder as you pressed tender kisses on his jaw and chin. geto hummed, a proud grin painted on his lips as you stroked his ego.

"is that so?" he turned his head to the side, kissing your forehead. you began to slowly rock your hips, as geto progressed to shallow upward thrusts; the both of you letting out a blissful moan in sync.

you decided to completely lift yourself off of his, only his tip remaining inside you before slamming down on him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. geto looked at you with half-lidded eyes, jaw wide open, as he moaned shamelessly at the tight grip of your dripping cunt.

you adjusted to the size of him, beginning to bounce on his cock while holding onto his chest for support. geto squeezed your ass before giving it a spank, making you squeak.

"fuck, feels so good!" you cried out, feeling your knees burn as your hips went up and down on his dick, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time you pushed down. geto pulled you in closer, watching your tits bounce in front of him before capturing one of them in his mouth, sucking harshly.

you cried out in pleasure, beads of sweat beginning to form on your temples as it dripped down the sides of your face. your eyes fell down, watching where you both were connected, seeing how your pussy swallowed his entire cock in one swift motion.

your juices were dripping down on his shaft, wetting his balls and the fabric of the couch below you guys. the vein that decorated the underside of his cock deliciously grazed against your walls.

the living room was filled with heavy breathing, wet skin slapping, the shlick and squelching sounds of your drooling pussy colliding with his cock; along with the mix of moans and curses.

geto released your now swollen nipple from his mouth, his drool coating the bud as he looked at you, completely pussy drunk.

"you don't know how hard it was to resist you. u-ughh, had to fuck my fist to the thought of you every night." geto confessed, making you imagine the picture of him laying on his bed with his legs spread open like a whore, fisting his hard dick while moaning your name.

this alone made your pussy flutter, unintentionally making you squeeze him; earning a gruff groan from the man.

"you liked hearing that, didn't you? dirty girl." he let out a breathy laugh, making you frown as you grew embarrassed at how your body betrayed you.

"shut up, you talk too much." you grumbled before shoving your nipple back in his mouth to hush him and save whatever dignity you had left remaining. geto smirked, playfully giving your nipple a bite.

"suguru!" you yelp as you smacked his upper arm. as an apology, geto swirled his tongue around the bud, pinching the other neglected nipple as he fondled with both of your tits equally.

you could feel heat slowly building up in your lower stomach, that knot tightening feeling once again returning as your thighs began to tremble while you bounced on his cock. geto noticed your struggle, deciding to help you out as he grabbed a hold of your waist, still suckling on your nipple.

suddenly, he began to thrust upwards, his pelvis meeting your clit each time you bounced down on him. the impact of his action made your eyes roll back, feeling your orgasm draw in closer. your hand reached for your clit, rubbing it fast as geto began to increase his pace in thrusting his cock into you as you rode him.

"fuck! g-gonna cum! oh my god— hnnghh, i-i.." your voice died down, mind completely fucked out as you began to babble random shit while geto pounded into your cunt. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his cock, your pussy so incredibly wet that it was easy for him to slide in and out with no problem.

"fucked you dumb already? you're so needy." geto mumbled against your tits as they smothered him while you tried to chase your orgasm. your shaky hand reached behind his head, smoothly pulling off the hair tie that kept his hair in a bun.

you watched his ebony locks fall on his shoulder, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of him.

god, he looked so babygirl.

geto's face was completely flushed, swollen lips suckling on your nipples, hair tousled, and sweat dripping down his face as his eyes were closed shut.

your fingers found home in his hair, tangling with the smooth locks as you pushed him closer to your chest, bouncing on his cock while he thrusted upwards in you.

geto felt your pussy twitch and squeeze around him, indicating that you were gonna cum soon. so, he made sure that his movements remained sharp and fast; plowing into your messy cunt, his balls were completely coated with your slick as they slapped against your ass.

"make a mess on me, sweetheart." he said, not sure if you were able to hear him from how fucked out you were. but, you didn't need to hear him as with a loud moan being ripped out of your throat, the intense stimulation on your clit and nipple along with the harsh pistoning of his cock into your cunt made you gush around him.

geto let out a soft whimper, feeling the warmth of your juices leaking down on his shaft. with a few more desperate thrusts as his tip brushes against your cervix, he came deep into your pussy. you shuddered at the feeling of his thick cum painting your walls, as he dumped in a huge load inside.

you both were a moaning mess, breathing heavily as your mixed fluids began to messily trickle down his cock. geto released your nipple from his mouth with a 'pop', looking at you through his fuzzy vision.

he noticed the dried streaks of your tears on your cheeks, the corner of your mouth with drool. you tugged on his hair, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss full of tongue and the sound of teeth clashing, riding out your highs with small thrusts.

you sucked on his lower lip before releasing it, pressing one last soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. you looked at him in a daze, pushing away the single messy bangs that covered his eye.

with his cock still plunged deep inside you, you hugged him while resting your head on his shoulder; trying to cool down from your orgasm and catch your breath.

"you okay, sweetheart?" geto asked softly, his fingers coming up to your cheek to stroke the burning hot flesh. you hummed with a nod.

"yeah. you feel so warm, sugu. don't wanna let go." you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on his pulse point. geto decided to indulge into you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close, both of your heartbeats synchronizing.

"we should clean up soon, it's well past dinner time." he deeply chuckled, making you sigh.

"okay." you responded, picking your head up before leaning in to give him one last kiss. geto looked at you with playful eyes as you gave him a shy smile.

oh yeah, his plan worked out perfectly.

---

"mmm, this tastes so good, sugu!" you gasped, trying to speak with your mouth full, as you praised the taste of his food. geto made one of your favorite dishes, coconut shrimp curry with rice; his culinary skills were seriously no joke.

"hm, make sure to eat up then." geto chuckled, ruffling your hair before taking a bite out of his own plate. you both ate peacefully, talking about each other’s day along with making jokes here and there; as if he didn't rearrange your guts like twenty minutes ago.

"y/n?" he suddenly called out, making you look up at him with anticipating eyes.

"hm?" you hummed in response. you watched him clear his throat before playing with the shrimp on his plate with his chopsticks.

"i didn't want that to be like a one time thing between you and me. the thing is— i've liked you for a while now." geto confessed, making you nearly choke on your mouthful as you quickly chewed on your food, swallowing it.

"i like you too, sugu. although, i thought i was being pretty obvious." you sheepishly smiled, averting your gaze away from him as you grew shy.

"i guess i was being a little dumb. but, masturbating while moaning my name was definitely a game changing sign!" he teased, watching your nostrils flare up in embarrassment as your cheeks now became tinted with a soft blush.

"suguru!" you threw a balled up napkin towards him, making him burst out into a fit of laughter.

"i'm kidding! but, i won't lie, that shit made me so hard." geto casually stated, making you drop your eyes to the table.

"god, how much did you hear?" you gasped, growing a little worried. geto grabbed his chin, pretending to think hard.

"hmm, let's see. up till the part where you were like nghh~ need your cock inside my pussy, sugu! oh my god, i'm gonna cum!" he imitated your moans in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice, making you cover your face in embarrassment. geto let out a quick laugh at the sight, making you pout.

"damn, can't even fuck myself in peace." you mumbled to yourself, making him snort.

"well, now you can fuck me instead." geto nonchalantly replied with a smirk, making you choke on your food.

"god, you're so shameless!"

"i was being straightforward."

"whatever." you sighed out, rolling your eyes.

"go on a date with me this friday to the carnival." he suddenly offered, his smirk now replaced with a warm smile. your heart fluttered, feeling it stuck in your throat as your lips curled upwards.

"i'd love that." you accepted, and the both of you continued to finish up dinner.

since geto cooked for you both, you insisted on doing the dishes in return, although he tried to convince you that he had it covered. nonetheless, you were pretty stubborn, and geto decided to step away and let you clean up.

he made his way to the living room, sitting on the sofa as he grabbed his phone, clicking on the second person on his favorited contact list. geto waited patiently as he fixed his hair on the camera and after two rings, he finally picked up.

"you call me at the absolutely worst times, suguru. i'm literally about to dick down my girlfriend." gojo whined on the other side of the line, a frown tugging on his lips, making geto roll his eyes at his best friend's complaint.

"let's grab dinner tomorrow. i got something to tell you." geto smirked, and as if gojo telepathically knew what his best friend was gonna tell him, the white haired male gasped.

"no fucking way!"

[abiatackerman]

Frosty night, Warm embraces

You look at the receptionist with disbelief as she says they have only one free room left in their cottage.

And that contains one bed.

Due to the heavy snowfall, the roads are blocked and a lot of people got stuck midway. Even though Erwin booked two rooms for Levi and you but due to high pressure of the helpless people who got stuck because of the Snowfall, the manager gave one of the rooms to another couple.

"Do something!"

You say to Levi who's standing beside you as always with a blank expression on his face. He has been silent most of the conversation with the receptionist, his expression stoic and uninterested. He glances at you with a slight frown, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And what exactly do you expect me to do?"

He asks, keeping his voice neutral, as if the idea of sharing a room wasn't affecting him at all. You glare at him.

"Who told you to come with me? I was fine on my own. If you wouldn't have come... This problem wouldn't have occurred in the first place. Also that Erwin... 'Let Levi accompany you.' my ass."

You say in an angry tone as you look at the receptionist who's looking at you with horror.

Of course because you're cursing at the commander of the survey corps and yelling at humanity's strongest soldier.

"I came with you to make sure you stay out of trouble. And here you are, causing a scene, like always."

He warns, his voice is low and stern. His expression is slightly amused, but he won't admit it.

"Give me the key."

You say to the receptionist, ignoring Levi.

"I'm so tired. I'll just shower and sleep. At least you guys have warm water in your bathrooms, right?"

The receptionist flinches at your outburst but quickly composes herself.

"Yes, ma'am. We do have warm water."

She says, offering you a sympathetic smile before handing you the key. Taking the key you walk towards the room and as you two are out of the sight of the receptionist, you smack Levi's arm.

"What's your problem? Why did you call me doll in front of that damn receptionist?"

"Because you're a doll. Small, cute, and fragile."

He says nonchalantly, unaffected by the smack of your arm. Though there is an underlying hint of possessiveness in his tone. You take a deep breath to calm yourself.

First of all you had to serve a lot of people today who were hurt due to the fall of the wall of the Trost district. Second, the extreme snowfalls. Third, getting stuck with this arrogant asshole named Levi... You're totally losing your temper.

Though no one can deny the fact that your relationship is different. Like Levi would tease you, insult you but he would even let you hit him too (which no one can imagine) and will call you doll in front of anyone he wants.

Everyone ships you two, but you or Levi never react to those things. Though you both know Levi's whipped over you.

Levi observes your frustration and takes note of your attempts to steady your breathing. His expression is blank but his voice softens.

"You always get so dramatic when you're tired."

You open the door as you throw your bag in the bed and start to pull out your night gown and ignore Levi's statement.

"You're sleeping on the floor."

Levi raises an eyebrow at your declaration, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We're sharing the bed, doll."

Levi says, his tone leaving no room for argument. He's not missing the chance of sleeping in the same bed, together with you.

"I'm going to take a shower."

You say ignoring him, as you get into the bathroom and Levi "Tch"s at your obvious attempt to escape the ongoing debate.

"Don't take too long. I'll shower too."

He says, his voice carrying through the closed bathroom door.

You come out of the shower after a while with damped hair and in a night gown, shivering. You immediately jump into the bed without looking at Levi and cuddle with the blanket, trying to make yourself warm. Your toes and fingers are cold as ice.

"You look like a damn frozen stick."

Levi's voice is laced with a hint of playful sarcasm. He shifts closer to you on the bed, his body gently pressing against yours as he notices how cold you are.

"Go take a shower. You stink."

You lie, kicking his leg as he hugs you and Levi dodges your kick with ease.

"You're the one who smells like a damn flower shop."

He retorts and stands up, giving you a quick glance before disappearing into the bathroom.

Levi takes a quick shower, the warm water cascades over his tense muscles, easing away the stress of the day. He thinks about you, lying in the bed just outside the bathroom door, wrapped in a blanket and shivering. He quickly dries off and wraps a towel around his waist, walking out of the bathroom. The towel around his waist making him look even more tempting. He looks at you, wrapped in the blankets, still shivering.

Levi walks over to the bed, after wearing a trouser and sits on the bed. He reaches out and gently touches your arm. Your skin is soft and cold.

"You're shivering, doll."

Levi says softly.

"It's just.... Too cold here."

You mumble, shaking. Seeing the shivers racking through your body and your teeth chattering softly he scoots closer to you.

"It's alright, doll."

He whispers, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. He nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in the fresh, floral scent that clinging to you. You gasp but don't protest when he hugs you. He pulls the blanket over you two and you sigh in comfort of his warmth.

"You're safe now. I've got you."

Levi says softly as you press your face against his neck and sigh feeling his manly, strong smell.

"Why your chest... I mean your body is so warm? Is it because you have much more blood than me or because you eat more than me?"

Levi chuckles softly at your question, his hand rubbing gentle circles on your back as he holds you close to his chest.

"It's probably a combination of both. Also, I work out more than you do."

He says, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. He can feel the coldness of your skin slowly fading away as his body heat transfers to you.

"Yeah, right."

You say as you hug him.

"But isn't my cold body making you feel uncomfortable?"

Levi's eyes gleam with amusement as you hugged him tighter. He finds it strangely endearing.

"I'm used to your cold body. I've come to expect it."

He jokes, his hand continuing to rub soothing circles on your back.

"You know? You talk a lot when you're with me. Unnecessarily. Also I lied when I said you stink."

You say as you close your eyes and Levi chuckles. He knows that he usually keeps his words to a minimum and speaks only when necessary. But somehow, being around you makes him loosen up a little bit more.

"So, you like how I smell?"

He teases, his voice dripping with cocky confidence making you laugh.

"Shut up."

You mumble as you hug him tighter.

"Well... It's refreshing to see you acting differently around me. More friendly and more comfortable. I'm proud I can make you feel like that."

Levi smiles, his body relaxing as you hug him tighter. He can't deny that he's enjoying this... The two of you cuddled together under the blankets, engaged in a conversation.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get used to it. I still have a reputation to uphold, doll."

He knows he is different when he is around you. But still... He's the captain of the survey corps.

"Thank you."

Levi looks at you as you mumble, admiring the way your face looks so close to his. You both are laying on the same pillow, your head just beside his. He can feel your breath on his skin.

"What are you thanking me for, doll?"

He whispers, his eyes meeting your gaze. The intimate position of your faces so close together makes his heart skip a beat.

"For warming me up. Idiot."

You chuckle and Levi fakes a scoff. Though his heart is warmed by your simple gratitude.

"Yeah, yeah. That's why I'm here for, doll. To be your personal heater whenever it's cold."

He retorts making you laugh, his hand still rubbing gentle circles on your back under the blankets.

"You know? No matter how annoying you are...."

You say as your eyes soften.

"I don't mind being stuck with you."

Levi lifts his hand and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and tender.

"Annoying, huh? Is that the only way you can describe me?"

He teases, though he secretly relishes the fact that you don't mind being stuck with him despite his abrasive exterior. You smile and press a soft kiss on his forehead.

"That's a secret, for now go to sleep. Good night."

Levi's eyes widened slightly when he feels your soft kiss on his forehead. The unexpected gesture of tenderness  catches him off guard and his heart skips a beat.

He wraps his arm around your waist as you roll over, showing him your back. He can feel your back pressed against his chest, and it feels shockingly intimate.

"Good night, doll."

He whispers before closing his eyes, feeling sleep tugging him too.

[avenging-fandoms]

This is so minuscule and lame but I like to think Pedro would be the type of man that would always make sure he’s holding your hand or has his hand on your waist / back for all scenarios

Like when he has to walk ahead of you, he puts his hand behind his back with a little grabby motion for you to hold onto

Or if you let go of his hand, he frowns

If you need to pass through a crowd, he guides you with his hand on your lower back

He’s such a goofball and sweetheart it’s hard NOT to think of these little things 🫣

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You got out of the limo a little after Pedro who waited for you on the curb. You thank the driver and follow behind Pedro who started walking down the red carpet. You watched his heels and he put his hands behind his back, waving his fingers.

You smile and walk a little faster, grabbing his hand and he brings you next to him. You walk with him and stand in front of the background, his hand holding onto your waist with your hand on top of his.

Pedro bent down to whisper in your ear, hand moving to your lower back, very low. "There's thousands of people here, but you're the only one who took everyone's breath away" He pulls his head up and you smile at him, rolling your eyes.

"You say that every red carpet, Pedro"

"Because it's true" He winks and you shake your head, giving him a quick kiss before you two walked further down the red carpet, and you two were sent to an interviewer.

You held a microphone with your right hand and Pedro's hand in your left, putting your hands behind your back as you two spoke to the interviewer. Midway through, you dropped your hand with Pedro's to move your hair out of your face and Pedro visibly pouted.

Pedro placed his hand on your butt, rubbing up to your back. You two finished the interview and walked away, Pedro's eyes still sad. "Is it because I fixed my hair?" The corner of his mouth curled up. "Pedro it was stuck to my lip gloss!"

"Excuses, excuses. You don't love me" He sighed dramatically and you laugh, stopping when you hit a pile of people. You look up at Pedro and he nods, his hand firmly on your back with his right hand gesturing forward. He kept you close to him as he excused you two through the crowd, making sure you weren't stepped on or bumped.

Once you two made it through the crowd, you moved your fingers in between his, Pedro smiling at you and kissing you before taking you inside. "Do you want a drink?" He whispered in your ear and you smile.

"Wine" You whisper and he hums, knowing what wine did to you. "I think later, you're going to start feeling sick and have to go home, and I'll have to be your nurse"

"I think.. my stomach is hurting now. You better take me to the bathroom and help me feel better" He winked but failed, making you laugh and kiss him all over his cheek. "Is there lipstick all over my face?"

"My kiss marks, yes"

"Perfect" He grabs your chin and kisses you again, heading to the bar to get you both a drink. You took sneaky pictures of him then when he caught you, then pictures of the both of you. "Send me all of those, one of them will be my new wallpaper" He mumbled into your shoulder and you smile, rubbing his thigh.

[rose24207]

Heyyy! Could i please request Lando x reader who’s drunk (i’m totally not). Just smth like she’s at home on Christmas drinking and he has to take care of her. Love your fics

Mistletoe and mayhem

Summary: Lando comes home to find you tipsy on Christmas Eve, takes care of your chaotic but endearing antics, and tucks you in with a smile.

Genre: fluff, Humor

TW: wine drunk

A/N: thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

The faint sound of Christmas music played in the background as Lando stepped into your shared flat. He was balancing a few bags in his hands, filled with last-minute Christmas snacks and the cheeky gift he’d picked up for you—a stuffed reindeer holding a heart-shaped candy cane.

“Babe, I’m home!” he called out, toeing off his sneakers at the door. The flat smelled faintly of cinnamon, like the candle you always burned during the holidays.

A clink of glass followed by your giggle caught his attention, and his brow furrowed as he headed toward the living room. The sight that greeted him was nothing short of chaotic Christmas cheer.

You were sprawled on the couch, wearing his oversized McLaren hoodie and festive socks with tiny bells that jingled every time you moved your feet. On the coffee table were an assortment of half-eaten gingerbread cookies and an empty bottle of red wine.

“Oh, hey, Lando!” you slurred, raising a hand like you’d just noticed him, even though he was standing a few feet away. Your eyes were glassy, and your cheeks were flushed—a telltale sign of too much wine. “Merry Chrisssstmas!”

“It’s not even Christmas yet,” he said with a chuckle, setting the bags down and walking over to you.

“Technicality,” you said, waving him off dramatically. “It’s Christmas season, and I’m celebrating!”

“You’ve been celebrating alone?” he teased, sitting beside you.

You pointed a finger at him, your expression suddenly serious. “Don’t judge me. You were gone,” you said with exaggerated sadness. “So I decided to have a lil’ party with…with…” You glanced at the empty bottle. “Cabernet Sauvignon.”

Lando stifled a laugh. “Looks like you and Cabernet got pretty cozy.”

You nodded, leaning against him. “You smell like outside,” you muttered. “It’s cold outside.”

“It is cold. But you’re warm,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. “How much have you had to drink, babe?”

“Uhh…” You squinted, holding up your hand and wiggling your fingers like you were trying to count but gave up midway. “Enough.”

Shaking his head fondly, Lando kissed the top of your head. “Alright, come on. Let’s get some water in you before you pass out on me.”

You pouted. “I’m fine. You’re ruining my vibe.”

“I’m ruining your vibe?” he repeated, laughing.

“Yes! I was having a moment. It was like…me, the wine, the twinkly lights…” You gestured at the Christmas tree, which was slightly lopsided because you insisted on decorating it without him. “It was magical.”

“Well, let’s keep the magic alive,” he said, gently guiding you to sit up. “Drink some water for me, okay?”

You grumbled but accepted the glass he handed you. “You’re bossy when you’re sober.”

“And you’re extra sassy when you’re drunk,” he shot back, his lips quirking into a grin.

As you sipped the water, you tilted your head to look at him, your expression softening. “You’re cute, though. Did you know that? Like, stupid cute. It’s annoying.”

Lando laughed, his cheeks reddening slightly. “Thanks, I guess?”

“You’re welcome.” You leaned closer, your breath warm against his neck. “You smell good, too. Like…pine trees. And…cookies?”

“I might’ve had a cookie in the car,” he admitted, chuckling.

“Rude. Didn’t save me one.”

“Babe, there’s literally an entire plate of them in front of you,” he said, gesturing to the coffee table.

“Oh, yeah.” You picked up a gingerbread man and bit its head off with dramatic flair. “He’s tasty.”

“Poor guy didn’t stand a chance,” Lando joked, shaking his head.

As the night went on, he managed to coax you into drinking more water and eating something other than cookies. By the time you started to doze off on his shoulder, your festive socks still jingling faintly, Lando couldn’t help but smile.

“Merry almost-Christmas, love,” he whispered, pulling a blanket over you.

You stirred slightly, mumbling, “Merry…whatever,” before falling back into a peaceful, wine-induced sleep.

Thank you for reading!

[b1xi]

───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

Word count: 4919

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Hinata’s eyes sparkled as he looked around the residence where the team would be staying before the match. “Oh, is this where we’ll be staying?” he asked, his voice brimming with excitement as he inspected every corner of the place. “It’s my first training camp! This is going to be so much fun.”

Off to the side, Tsukishima crossed his arms and sighed, looking at Hinata with a mix of exasperation and disdain. “Oh, great. A whole day surrounded by this bunch of airheads… what’s so fun about that?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his usual sarcastic attitude.

“Tsukishima, you idiot!” Tanaka exclaimed, stepping forward.

Nishinoya backed him up with equal energy. “Kiyoko’s less than 500 meters away! How can you be so insensitive?” His expression was pure drama, as if the distance from Kiyoko physically pained him.

You shook your head with a smile, already used to the boys’ antics. Without wasting any more time, you headed to the room assigned to you. Sliding the door open, you were surprised by the spacious interior; it seemed ready to accommodate several people. While you would have enjoyed sharing it with someone like Kiyoko, you knew the young manager would head home since she lived nearby.

With a sigh of relief, you dropped your bag on the floor and started checking if you had everything you needed for the night. Pajamas? Check. Toothbrush and personal care kit? Check. Clean clothes and skincare products? Check. Satisfied that you had packed all the essentials for a peaceful night, you prepared for what would be a solo sleepover.

You got up, ready for dinner. Spotting Hinata and Kageyama sitting together, you decided to join them, though you quickly realized it wasn’t the best choice: both were devouring their food as if it were their first and last meal. Between smiles and incredulous glances, you carefully guarded your plate, mindful of your teammates' voracious appetites.

Even though you had been in Japan for years, you were still selective about some local dishes. Still, you ventured to take a generous spoonful of curry, offering a polite “Itadakimasu” before starting.

It wasn’t long before Hinata, with a hopeful look, pointed at the pieces of kakuni on your plate. “Y/N, are you going to eat that?” he asked, his eyes shining with a mix of enthusiasm and longing.

Smiling, you slid your plate toward him. “No, Shoyo-kun, go ahead.”

“Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best,” he said enthusiastically, savoring the kakuni you had shared.

Midway through the meal, Nishinoya leaned closer to both of you, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “Hey, I’ve always wondered something, and if I don’t ask now, I think I’ll lose my mind.” He paused dramatically, capturing everyone’s attention. “Are you two dating or something? I mean, you’re always together... like, all the time.”

Both you and Hinata froze for a moment, exchanging a surprised glance before responding in unison: “Not at all!”

Shoyo laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders playfully. “We’re best friends,” he explained with a carefree grin. “To me, Y/N is like a sister.”

“And to me, Shoyo is like a little brother,” you added, returning his smile. The familiarity and camaraderie in your words made the boys around you laugh, settling the matter.

“Little brother? Why little? We’re the same age!” Hinata protested, frowning comically while the others struggled to hide their smiles.

“Because I’m taller than you, obviously,” you replied with a triumphant grin, crossing your arms to emphasize your point.

Hinata looked at you with a defiant expression, stretching as much as he could in his seat. "Only by a couple of centimeters," he muttered, though his voice betrayed a hint of frustration, which made the boys laugh even harder.

"A couple? I’d say it’s more than that," you replied with an amused smile, raising your hand to emphasize the difference. "Come on, why don’t you try saying ‘big sister’?”

“I’m not saying that,” Hinata protested, frowning and looking away, crossing his arms in a show of stubbornness.

After dinner and a refreshing shower, you slipped into your comfy green Pochacco pajamas and started your nightly skincare routine, following the tips your mom had given you. Sitting on the floor, you opened one of the face masks you had brought, opting for the strawberry one this time. Taking out the small spatula that came with the package, you began carefully applying it to your face.

You hadn’t gotten far when the door burst open. “Excuse me!” Hinata exclaimed as he walked in like it was his own room, closely followed by Nishinoya. Without a second thought, they settled down next to you.

“What are you doing?” Hinata asked, his curiosity evident.

“Just relaxing a bit,” you replied, holding a small mirror as you applied the mask to your face. Then, with an amused smile, you offered, “Want to try?”

“Why not?” the redhead agreed, amused, as he pushed his messy bangs back with a couple of hair clips.

“I want to try too!” Nishinoya chimed in enthusiastically. Before you knew it, what had started as a solo routine turned into an impromptu group spa session. Tanaka and Asahi joined in on the fun, intrigued by the idea of trying the masks. Now, holding the lemon mask in your hand, you were carefully applying it to Asahi’s face as he shared, with a touch of guilt, how he had accidentally scared a first-year student earlier that day and how bad he felt about it.

Meanwhile, Hinata, Tanaka, and Nishinoya had moved to the other side of the room, apparently focused on your PSP, trying to beat the level you had left unfinished. You could hear their murmurs and exclamations every time one of them made a mistake in the game.

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were walking down the hall after their showers. Tsukishima, with his usual air of indifference, wiped the steam off his glasses, adjusting them slightly in an attempt to restore a clear view. When they passed by your room and saw the door slightly ajar, with murmurs and laughter spilling into the hallway, both stopped, intrigued.

“What the hell…?” Tsukishima whispered, glancing inside with a mix of surprise and exasperation at the scene unfolding. From the doorway, they could see Hinata, Tanaka, and Nishinoya engrossed in your PSP in one corner, while you sat on the floor, carefully applying a lemon mask to Asahi’s face, who looked more relaxed than either of them had ever seen him.

Noticing their presence, you gestured for them to come in. “Tsukishima, Yamaguchi! Want to try?” you asked with an amused smile as you finished applying the mask on Asahi.

Before Tsukishima could respond with his usual sarcasm, Yamaguchi had already stepped forward. “Sure,” he replied enthusiastically, moving to where you were. With complete confidence, he settled on the floor and rested his head on your lap, relaxed and ready to be pampered. He chose the strawberry mask, and you began applying it to his face with gentle movements, enjoying the calm of the moment.

Tsukishima let out a barely audible murmur. “Traitor…” he said under his breath, though his words lacked their usual bite. Without much else, he moved closer and sat beside you, crossing his arms and giving you a look of patient resignation, as if waiting for you to finish.

“This is so relaxing,” Yamaguchi commented, enjoying the soft strawberry scent of the mask on his face. When you finished, he sat up and joined the others, who were still struggling to beat the video game level, fully immersed in the challenge.

With an amused smile, you turned to Tsukishima, showing him the remaining mask options. “Alright, which one do you want?” you asked, holding up the two for him to see.

He simply shrugged. Without much hesitation, you picked the lemon one. “Then it’ll be this one,” you said decisively, opening the container.

Without a word, Tsukishima shifted slightly and rested his head on your lap. “Make it quick. This is ridiculous,” he muttered with his typical indifference. But deep down, you knew that if he were really uncomfortable, he wouldn’t have agreed so easily. As you began applying the mask, you felt his hair, still damp from the shower, slightly soaking your clothes.

When your hands brushed his face to remove his glasses, Tsukishima tensed for just a moment—almost imperceptibly. To anyone else, his posture would still seem indifferent, but in that moment, he was grappling with thoughts he would never allow to surface. Ever since the day he met you, something about you had unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite decipher. He remembered that second encounter—when you accidentally hit him in the face with a ball—and how it made him see you differently. And when you approached to check if he was okay, cheeks flushed and voice filled with apologies, he had been intrigued. He couldn’t explain what caught his attention; maybe it was your unusual accent when you spoke Japanese or the spontaneous expressions in your native language that you let slip into conversations. There was something genuine and refreshing about it.

But perhaps what surprised him most was how wholeheartedly you threw yourself into supporting them. Despite their chaotic practices, mistakes, and failures, there you were, cheering them on with fervor. Shouting words of encouragement that sometimes seemed almost ridiculous but somehow managed to energize and uplift them. And, though he’d never admit it out loud, there was something charming about your jokes—those corny ones you told when you sat next to him, not caring if they weren’t funny, simply enjoying the moment.

There was also the way your intelligence caught him off guard, like when you helped Hinata with his homework during breaks. He couldn’t deny that he saw you differently, in a way that clashed with his usual attitude.

It was the little things, the unconscious details that made you stand out. The way you furrowed your brow when something didn’t sit right with you or when you didn’t understand something—a look that became even more evident when you reviewed sheet music in the gym during breaks. Often, he watched you from afar, observing in silence. Your presence seemed to have its own rhythm; you always smelled nice, dressed gracefully, and to him, you looked more than good. However, whenever he started thinking about all of this, his mind would quickly rein itself in, reminding him that he shouldn’t think of you that way—especially in a moment like this.

Suddenly, the snap of fingers in front of his face pulled him out of his trance. “Earth to Tsukki,” he heard your voice, clear and amused. He opened his eyes and saw you raising an eyebrow, his glasses perched on your face, making you look funny. His gaze met yours, and for a brief instant, he couldn’t help but smile—if only on the inside.

"Man, you’re really blind," you said playfully, noticing how strong the lenses were.

Tsukishima looked at you with a mix of frustration and resignation, quickly extending his hand to try to grab his glasses back. "Give me that," he said seriously, but you, quick as ever, moved away before he could reach them. He was lucky the mask covered the slight blush on his cheeks, which didn’t escape your notice.

"'Give me that,'" you mimicked, copying his tone and posture, which only made him huff in annoyance.

"I don’t sound like that," he complained, still trying to retrieve his glasses, but you moved deftly to keep them out of his reach, enjoying the slight discomfort you seemed to cause him. Tsukishima’s nearsightedness didn’t help him much in this situation, and when he tried to distract you by smearing a bit of the mask onto the bridge of your nose, you paused to clean it off. He took advantage of the moment, grabbing his glasses back with a small victorious smirk.

"How annoying," you muttered, rubbing your nose to remove the excess cream, only to hear a triumphant cheer from the other side of the room.

"We did it!" Hinata and Yamaguchi shouted in unison, celebrating as they finally cleared the level you’d been stuck on. Their excitement filled the room, and Tsukishima, clearly irritated by the noise, let out an exasperated sigh.

"So loud," he commented, his tone as sharp as always.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Daichi appeared, looking surprised and slightly annoyed. "Hey, it’s late! What are you all still doing up?" he said firmly. Taking in the scene before him, he frowned in disbelief. "What… what is this? Go wash that stuff off your faces and get to bed. Now."

With a collective sigh, everyone began getting up and reluctantly leaving the room, some grumbling about the captain’s order while others simply muttered their goodnights, resigned to Daichi’s reprimand.

You grumbled softly under your breath as you walked at a slow pace, trailing far behind the group of boys. "Damn… This is what I get for showing up early," you muttered, casting a frustrated glance at the figures running ahead. Ukai’s training sessions were notorious for being grueling, but you’d never thought you’d find yourself caught up in one.

"Come with us, you never exercise, not even in PE," the redhead had said with that boundless energy of his that sometimes got on your nerves. Stupid carrot head, you thought with a mix of irritation and resignation.

Unlike the rest, who were already running at a steady pace, you chose not to rush. Instead of trying to keep up, you preferred to stroll leisurely, enjoying the cool morning air and the quiet streets stretching out before you.

"Hinata, don’t yell for no reason; you’re just going to tire yourself out faster," Daichi warned, his tone firm but patient. Hinata, however, ignored the advice, picking up his pace to try and overtake Kageyama.

"Hey, where are you going?" Daichi exclaimed again as the redhead suddenly veered off course with all his impulsiveness.

You sighed at the commotion, finally catching up to the group, who had stopped by the side of the road for a break. Despite the curious glances sent your way, you didn’t stop. You simply kept walking with the same calm as before, unwavering in your stride.

"Wait, where are you going now?" Daichi asked, raising an eyebrow at your indifference to the team’s pause.

"To find him," you replied without slowing down, adjusting your high ponytail and brushing away the strands of hair that had begun sticking to the back of your neck from the heat. "Let’s just get this over with. It’s too hot to drag this out any longer."

You continued walking, your pace steady and determined. As you turned a corner, your gaze landed on Shoyo, who seemed engrossed in an animated conversation with another boy.

"Shoyo!" you called firmly as you approached. He quickly turned at the sound of your voice, an innocent smile lighting up his face. However, your attention soon shifted to the young man standing beside him.

He was dressed in a red tracksuit, probably his school uniform, and though his posture was relaxed, there was something in his gaze that unsettled you. His sharp, feline eyes rested on you for a moment, calmly analyzing before returning to the phone in his hands. He was reserved, that much was clear, but there was something intriguing about his demeanor. For a moment, he reminded you of Nayuta, though with a more masculine version of her serene expression—except for the blonde hair that set him apart.

"Oh, there you are!" Shoyo exclaimed, interrupting your thoughts with his usual energy, bouncing toward you like he was celebrating a victory. "This is Kozume Kenma; he’s a second-year in high school and, well… he’s lost," he explained, casually pointing at the blonde boy.

"I-I’m Y/N Y/LN," you introduced yourself, bowing slightly with more nervousness than you would’ve liked to show. Why are you stuttering? For god’s sake, he’s just a cute guy, you scolded yourself internally, feeling a slight warmth on your cheeks.

Kenma barely nodded in response, murmuring something that sounded vaguely like "nice to meet you" without looking up from his phone. His lack of interaction didn’t bother you; instead, it piqued your curiosity about his quiet and reserved personality.

"Did you know Kenma plays volleyball too?" Hinata chimed in enthusiastically. Hearing that, your eyes drifted to the athletic shoes poking out of the bag next to the blonde boy. They were of good quality, evidently worn but well cared for.

"He’s a setter, but not like ours," Shoyo continued, referring to Kageyama.

"Thank God," you muttered under your breath, just loud enough to pass as a casual remark. The thought of dealing with another Kageyama sounded exhausting.

Kenma glanced up for just a second. "What about you? What position do you play?" he asked, raising his voice just enough for you to hear him clearly.

"She’s our coach’s assistant," Hinata answered before you could even open your mouth. You shot him a sidelong glance, mildly annoyed, but decided not to correct him.

While Hinata continued chatting with Kenma, you stayed silent, merely observing. You noted how effortlessly Shoyo filled any empty space with his contagious energy. Before the redhead could ask the boy about his school, a deep voice rang out from down the street, cutting through the moment.

"Kenma!" called a tall guy with black hair styled in an unusually striking way. His presence dominated the space, his tone a blend of authority and familiarity.

"Kuro," Kenma responded with his characteristic calm. Without hurry, he stood and walked toward his companion.

"Bye," Kenma murmured as he left. You felt a pang of disappointment watching him go so quickly. "See you, Shoyo, Y/N," he added, his tone slightly warmer.

Your eyes met his in that final moment. And just when you thought there wouldn’t be any further interaction, Kenma did something unexpected: he threw you a quick wink, so subtle you might have missed it if you hadn’t kept eye contact. A sudden warmth rose to your cheeks, and before you could process it, he was already walking away with Kuro, as if nothing had happened.

The air, which had felt cool and relaxing earlier, now seemed uncomfortably warm. “Someone hold me…” you muttered under your breath, stunned by what had just occurred. The sense of discomfort and confusion was almost tangible.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Hinata asked, noticing your bewildered state. His eyes sparkled with concern as he observed you curiously. “You’re red. It’s because of the sun, isn’t it?”

Hinata, in his typical fashion, placed a hand on your forehead to shield you from the direct sunlight, trying to protect you with his innocent gesture. However, something in his expression shifted when his gaze followed the direction Kenma and Kuro had taken. His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, it seemed like something had just “clicked” in his mind.

“No… no, no, no way…” he mumbled to himself, as if trying to process an impossible thought. Then, he looked at you, bewildered, noticing you were still silent and your face was still flushed.

“No… it can’t be!” Hinata repeated, his face a mix of confusion and barely hidden curiosity. “Come on, you just met him, and you already… you?” he tried to continue, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth to silence him before he could say more.

“Stop talking,” you said firmly, trying to regain your composure. Straightening up, you stared at Hinata. “Not a word about this, okay?” The seriousness in your tone made it clear this wasn’t the time for jokes.

Hinata looked at you with an amused expression, and you knew you couldn’t trust him to keep this secret. His face was far too mischievous, as if the whole thing was just a game to him.

“Understood?” you insisted, pressing your hand more firmly against his face, hoping he’d finally get the message.

Instead of answering directly, Hinata did something completely unexpected—he licked your palm, as if he couldn’t care less about what you were asking. The gesture left you utterly stunned and, if you were honest, a little grossed out.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting!” you scolded, pulling your hand away quickly and shaking it with a look of disdain.

The familiar voice of Sugawara interrupted you both at that moment. “Hey, guys!” he called out, making you and Hinata turn toward him. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry,” Hinata apologized with a sheepish smile, not seeming too bothered. “I ran off and got lost.”

“It’s fine,” Sugawara replied, brushing off the incident. “Come on, we need to head back.” With that, the group began walking back to the gym, their conversation resuming its usual flow.

It wasn’t long before Hinata sidled up to you, murmuring a question. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” But before you could respond, he darted away when he caught the murderous glare you shot at him—a clear warning that you didn’t want to talk about it.

“Girls are so weird,” Hinata muttered under his breath, seemingly to himself, glancing at you with a mix of curiosity and mild fear.

Finally, the long-awaited day of the match against Nekoma had arrived. Both teams were lined up in front of the entrance to the gym, ready to enter the venue where the match would take place. The rows were neat, with Karasuno players on one side and Nekoma players on the other.

Your gaze swept across the opposing lineup, and that’s when you saw him: Kenma, the reserved guy you had met not long ago, now dressed in the red and black uniform of Nekoma. To your surprise, he was playing as the setter for the opposing team. Wow, so he's their setter. Cool, I’ll get to see him play, you thought, feeling an odd excitement at the prospect of watching him in action.

"Kenma!" Hinata called before he could enter the gym, excitement clear in his voice. "You're on Nekoma?" he asked, not bothering to hide his surprise.

"Ah, yeah," Kenma replied with his usual calm.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Hinata puffed his cheeks, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t known this detail earlier.

"Because you didn’t ask..." Kenma looked away, his answer as simple as ever, though no less effective.

Hinata furrowed his brows, as if trying to process his teammate's logic. "But you said we’d see each other! How could you not tell me something like that?" he insisted, still confused.

Kenma glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, a slight glint of amusement in his gaze. "Your shirt said 'Karasuno High.' It was pretty obvious," he concluded indifferently, leaving Hinata without a comeback.

Before the conversation could continue, a tall and intimidating-looking guy appeared behind Kenma, drawing the attention of both you and Hinata. His expression was serious, and his posture radiated a kind of passive threat.

"Hey," he said in a deep voice, addressing you and Hinata directly. "What do you want with our setter?" His tone aimed to be intimidating, but to you, it was nothing more than a half-hearted attempt.

Hinata, almost instinctively, took a step back and hid behind you, leaving you to handle the situation.

"It’s none of your business," you replied calmly, crossing your arms while maintaining eye contact with the guy. Your voice, though relaxed, carried an edge of challenge. "And who are you?" you added, raising an eyebrow, making it clear that his attitude didn’t impress you.

Before the other guy could respond, Tanaka's voice rang out behind you, full of energy and attitude. "And what do you want from our first-years?" he spat, stepping forward to position himself in front of you with a challenging stance. You glanced at him, feeling a twinge of exasperation. This is ridiculous, you thought, crossing your arms while trying to maintain composure.

As Tanaka and the tall guy began an exchange of words that seemed to escalate quickly, something else caught your attention. A soft "hello" was heard next to you, immediately capturing your interest. When you turned, you found Kenma, who was staring with unusual concentration at the screen of your PSP. On the device, the startup menu of God of War: Ghost of Sparta glowed with its characteristic dark and rustic tones.

Kenma kept his gaze fixed on the screen as you held the console in your hands, his interest clear despite his serene expression. "Do you like it?" he asked in his calm tone, which somehow made your heart beat a little faster.

"Yeah, although... I’m still on level 5," you confessed, lowering your voice slightly as if admitting it were some kind of weakness. "It’s harder than I expected."

Kenma nodded, moving a little closer to get a better look at the screen, his golden eyes analyzing every detail. "Yeah, God of War can be tough if you’re not used to the combos. This one, in particular, has some interesting mechanics, but also a couple of frustrating enemies. Have you faced the Giant Scorpion yet?"

Your face lit up with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "No! I haven’t gotten that far yet, but I’ve heard it’s pretty tough. I’m trying to improve my combos... but I always end up pressing buttons randomly when I get nervous," you admitted, letting out a small nervous laugh as you brushed a lock of hair from your face.

Kenma made a small gesture that seemed like an attempt at a smile. "That happens at first. But if you focus on blocking and dodging at the right moment, the fights get easier. Have you tried using the Spartan Rage? It’s good for clearing out hordes."

You shook your head, embarrassed. "No... I think I forgot how to activate it. The tutorial went too fast, and I didn’t want to go back and check."

Kenma looked at you, surprisingly patient. "It’s L1 and R1 at the same time. Try it next time you’re surrounded by enemies." Then, his eyes returned to the screen, but his closeness made you increasingly aware of every little movement.

"Ah... thanks," you managed to say, feeling ridiculously nervous by his attention. It’s just a guy, calm down, you repeated to yourself, even though your hands started to sweat slightly as you held the console.

"If you want, I can help you with that level," Kenma offered, completely casually, as if it were no big deal. But for you, that simple suggestion made your mind go blank for a moment. Help you? Play together?

"R-really?" you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks. "I mean... if it’s not a bother."

Both of you were so absorbed in your conversation that you didn’t notice the four Karasuno guys watching from a few steps behind. Kageyama had approached Hinata, who seemed to be following the interaction with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"What’s going on?" asked the black-haired boy, frowning.

Hinata, with his usual enthusiasm, leaned toward him and whispered something in his ear. Kageyama furrowed his brow even more, confused. "What about her?" he asked aloud, causing the other two—Yamaguchi and Tsukishima—to step closer.

"Shh, lower your voice," Hinata insisted, whispering. "Look!"

Following his indication, Kageyama turned his gaze toward you and Kenma, who were still absorbed in your conversation. He seemed to understand what Hinata was implying, although his reaction was more of a shrug.

The scene didn’t go unnoticed by Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, who had also approached out of curiosity. Hinata, always the first to spread rumors, whispered the same thing to both of them. Yamaguchi covered his mouth to hold back a nervous laugh, but Tsukishima didn’t react immediately. His gaze darkened as he watched the interaction between you and Kenma, the slight flush on your face, and the calm with which the Nekoma blond stayed by your side.

"Ridiculous," Tsukishima muttered, adjusting his glasses with a sharp motion before stepping forward toward you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with false calm, "I think Coach Ukai is looking for you." He placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you forward while looking at you with an almost challenging intensity. "He might need your help."

You couldn’t help but let a hint of doubt show in your eyes. It didn’t sound convincing, but still, the pressure of his hand on your shoulder pushed you to take a few steps forward. "Really?" you asked, your tone revealing more skepticism than certainty.

Tsukishima, however, didn’t seem to be shaken. "Yeah," he responded with a calculated softness, though his expression wasn’t entirely honest. "You know how he is. Better go before he gets in a bad mood."

With a resigned sigh, you finally decided to follow him, stealing one last glance at Kenma before he walked away without saying a word.

[adoregojo]

what do i do when i have writing block? write a drabble for reo of course, the cure for my halt and depression, a man that i need in my life

reo knew this is a bad idea.

maybe if he had a little piece of mind and considered the fact that you will end up inebriated to the point where you were wiggling around like a spaghetti, leaping joyfully every short second you got. even chanting a random melody, handing him a non-existence microphone as if you were in a karaoke, 一a place he grew to love because of you一

don't get him wrong, reo loved a lot of things about you, most of seeing you carefree, like a free bird. shuffling around the street for all what you cared for the world, he couldn't feel anything but the universe thumping in his ribcage.

it was you two engagement celebration. nevertheless, he scored nothing more then be enclosed by other reeking riches bastard, he spent the whole night seething at whoever laid an eye on you. violet hues filled with cold acquisitive greed. that left him drying sober, he just couldn't drift away his eyes of you. and if it wasn't for the cockblooker 一aka his parents一 crawling his way to guests that he bet reading a newspaper would have been more fun than keeping a chat with them, he would've been spent the whole night glued to your figure.

before he knew it, you were all drunk and barely able to walk two steps straight. reo wanted any reason to leave early anyway, so he take off your shoes ever so mildly, caressing his fingers cautiously beyond the pained parts, mainly the heel to the achilles tendon. you mumbled something about the pairs suffocating you throughout the whole night. so now they were hung by his two fingers.

all what he had of despair glided into ashes the moment it was only you and him, it may be left uncharted, but reo always felt like it was only the two of you in this world, a world where he doesn't have to carry the burden of being judged, where he can spin you around without worrying about slamming flatly onto the floor, where he can slow dance with you in his arms without feeling like an idiot every time he stepped on your feet 一out of nervousness, not his fault that your face was too much of a distraction.

"heyyyy, reoo, look at me! don't i look enlightened under the sunlight." you sluggish, a hand under your chin as you posed, feeling yourself as you blow your fiancé's a kiss. reo cold feel an arrow keening throughout his heart, and somehow he still managed to gather himself to not collapse on the dirty ground.

"dearest. as much as you look astonishing as ever, this is a street light, and it's almost midnight."

your face fell off onto a sulk, flipping your thumb downward at reo. "booo, haterr." you say as you stick out your tongue at your soon to be husband beaming back playfully, he wasn't even bothered.

"I assure you, my love. no hater is willing to carry these pair of shoes. they hella stinky." says reo, shoving your pairs away as possible, even blocking his nose holes merrily. and he couldn't be happier when you gasped dramatically, slamming your palm on your chest where your poor, fragile heart shattered at such painful words.

"nonsense! i will not take such a fails accusation! these twins of mine will remain memorized forever," you say heedlessly, whirling around in circles to prove your pointlessness.

reo says something about being careful, but you keep spinning yourself until your vision becomes blurry and your eyes were drifting in different directions. you were dizzy, so dizzy your feet were betraying you, you couldn't keep your balance, and before you meet the ground, a firm arm caught you midway.

"hey! i told you to be careful," reo's hand made it way to your waist, keeping you in shape. you almost felt like a slimy baby in his grip, he wanted to scold you more, for being reckless, for smiling broadly and making him gush, for holding his soul hostage, but he was far, far a goner to be rescued.

"haha, i did it because i knew you'd catch me." your chuckles overcome him any sense of life within him, the amethyst eyes of his only sees you, only felt the wreck of yearning pouring on you, reo's heart was pinning under your spell.

"yeah?" he asked, a stupid lovesick smile on his face.

"mhm! you'd always come to catch me when i fall." you were right, he'd jog his way to the end of the world for you. to make sure your save and sound.

"always," he assures you, tightening his hand to pull you even closer that no such thing as personal space exists between him and you, your light cologne blending with his heavy one. he snuggled his nose against the skin of your neck, drinking on your scents, as if it was the only air that bloomed his lungs. it was ticklish that it made you laugh inwardly, which was a balm on his chest. presses a quick peck on your warm cheek along the way. then carrying you with one hand like a lightweight tool to him.

"let's go home my prince charming, i need to take a looong bath." you babbled, fondling him a sloppy kiss just an inch away from his lips. a little dumbfounded, he still drags you alongside with him, you were a farther goner to notice the struck expression he had glued to his face, a faint reddish hue across his cheekbones and tip-ears.

"I'm already embracing it." maybe you were too drunk to hear that, maybe he didn't say it out too loud, maybe he's too in love to care, who knows.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Hi 👋😁 I love the request you did for me with “Too Sweet” and there’s another song that I definitely feel like it’s Eddie called “Your Stupid Face”, I recommend it, and I was wondering if you could do a one-shot or maybe even a two-parter based on that song? Here’s a link to have a listen to it if you want so you know what I mean.

Request by @randomreader1999

♥️💌

God, you hate Eddie Munson and his stupid face.

He has doe eyes. And you're not gazing at him all love-struck or anything, (okay you totally are) but that's not the point, the point is you've always noticed that Eddie had pretty eyes but they've never made you feel this entranced before.

He's gonna notice you're gawking at him idiot you tell yourself and shit, that would be mortifying if he did notice. Fortunately, he's too wrapped up in taking to the rest of Hellfire, his hands gesticulating widely as he teases the rest of the group with what's coming up.

If Eddie did notice you staring then it would be bad, humiliation on a grand scale because you and Eddie? You absolutely do not get on. In fact, for a year you hated his stupid face, his overdramatic expressions and gestures, and the way he seemed to know how to push your buttons.

It had taken you a while to realise that you liked Eddie, and his stupidly handsome face and over-the-top gestures. That was something you refused to admit though as the two of you were like chalk and cheese at the best of times.

He had grown on you, like a fungus as Robin so unhelpfully pointed out.

When he wasn't around you were reminded of him constantly, all his little quirks. The minute you see him again it's like your whole body lights up. It was highly embarrassing.

You were taking that secret to your grave, there was no way that anyone was finding out how much you went all love-struck over Eddie freaking Munson.

💌

Eddie hated you and your stupid face. Okay, that was a lie, at least it had been for the last month or so. Annoyingly Eddie couldn't stop thinking of you and that was horrifying in itself. The two of you were complete opposites, went together like oil and water.

Or at least so Eddie thought. Turns out you had a sweet side, you were beautiful and feisty and sarcastic and Eddie liked all of that.

He also liked arguing with you and seeing your eyes burn with annoyance, the need to one-up him and get the last word. It really turned Eddie on if he was being honest, Jesus H Christ he was so screwed.

The rest of Hellfire took the piss out of him about it, Dustin and Gareth had clocked that Eddie liked you way before Eddie did. Though it might have been obvious because both of you couldn't stay away from each other.

When Eddie wasn't around you, he felt lost. He didn't like feeling like that. You obviously had more effect on him than he realised. Even his Uncle Wayne had noticed the tension between the two of you and that knowing smirk wouldn't leave his face for weeks.

"Boy, you got a crush on that girl or something? Could have sworn your cheeks went red just now"

Nope, nope. He was not letting his uncle tease him about that. It was bad enough that he was attracted to you in the first place, he didn't need all of Hellfire, Uncle Wayne and even that band kid Robin teasing him now.

His best bet was to avoid you until this crush went away. (Although if he was being honest he doubted that would be anytime soon)

...♥️

Fuck, you and Eddie had kissed. One minute the two of you were in some argument then the next minute the two of you were kissing.

It was a stupid argument. To be honest you couldn't remember what it was about. Just that Eddie was as dramatic as usual and you thought he was annoying and hot in equal measure.

Also, he had been avoiding you and that didn't help your traitor heart that ached when he wasn't around.

Then during the argument, he said something stupid and that caused you to rant at him, midway through your rant you noticed the awed look on Eddie's face and the argument died in your throat.

"You know you're beautiful when you're all bossy and shit?" That was the catalyst for the kiss the two of you shared. A hot, messy, perfect kiss.

And now he was avoiding you and you were sure it was because he regretted kissing you.

So as usual you traded insults and hated the bone-deep hurt that nestled inside of you when Eddie insulted you right back.

Maybe he really did hate you? you had fucked up by continuing the kiss that was just a mistake on his end.

God you hated him and his stupidly perfect face.

...

All you wanted was five minutes of peace. Just some time to yourself to process this strange week you've been having.

Of course, Eddie would never let you away with not seeing his dopey face for longer than a few minutes, he walks up to you and you feel tense, was he here to yell at you or use more barbed insults to hurt you?.

Maybe you should have picked a better spot to have some time to yourself than in the woods. Isn't this where he did most of his dealings and stuff?

You're braced for some form of an argument but soften when you notice how gentle his gaze is while on you.

"Why are you here Eddie?" You sigh and look up at the face you've grown to love, really love.

"I've been an asshole. Avoiding you and avoiding talking about the kiss, acting like it meant nothing when it meant everything, I've never felt like this before and it's scary sweetheart, especially because I've spent so long denying my feelings and thinking I hated you"

Oh well shit. You weren't expecting this.

"I haven't been a saint either, I've been burying my feelings and trying to go back to normal and insulting you when all I really wanted to do was kiss your annoyingly gorgeous stupid face" he smiles at that part. "And maybe even date you" you tack on at the end.

He gapes incredulous. "You still wanna date me?" he sounds so surprised that you snort, stand up and lace you're fingers through his.

"Eh, maybe I'm an idiot or something for agreeing to this but I get that you were scared Eddie. I've never felt like this either but I want to explore this, be with you, with the rule that we actually talk to each other about our feelings instead of avoiding them". Suddenly Eddie's grinning and he takes your free hand and kisses it, like a perfect gentleman.

"Request granted my lovely maiden" You roll your eyes but secretly like how sweet he is and kiss him gently.

"Come on Eddie, you owe me a milkshake or two"

And if Eddie followed you like a love-sick puppy afterwards well then that was something he would not repeat to anyone, he had a reputation to uphold after all.

Between the two of you though he admitted he missed you and your stupidly perfect face.

♥️

[sweetfirebird]

The no/low conflict romance books are not necessarily fluff. I just want to point that out. Like all fluff is no/low conflict but not all no/low conflict is fluff. But fluff is fluff because it's cotton candy, and you can't make a whole book of cotton candy. At least, not a book that interests me, I suppose.

And again, when I say that, people always think I'm asking for like, the queer leads to be hurt or deal with gaybashing or horrible parents or something. And no, I am telling you that you need to do the Star Trek thing if you are doing a whole book of no or low conflict romance. Which is that, in a utopian ("utopian") space future in which you are telling stories, where money isn't a thing and no one goes hungry and prejudice (among humans) is allegedly gone, you still need dramatic tension. How do you get that? Interpersonal stuff! It has to have like, personality conflicts, at least.

If I read one more book or series where a big dramatic event is foreshadowed or set up and everyone begins the story dealing with it or worrying over it, only for the problem to magically unravel and dissipate halfway through--without actually being resolved, btw, it just vanishes like the author decided not to care anymore--I am gonna scream.

Even the personality differences just vanish. Everyone becomes a super reasonable person with their edges filed off (edges they had at the start of the book when the author needed a hook to get readers in) and then the book wastes time with another 10 chapters of nothing.

I know this has appeal. Wide appeal right now. It's boring as shit though. (To me) I don't need to see characters cuddling and talking about nothing to show me they are happy now if I barely saw them unhappy (or mildly discontented). That is short story shit. Not novel shit.

The dramatic tension could be a low stakes mystery! Who keeps stealing the hero's socks? It could be two people just learning to communicate better! That's fine too! But that midway point collapse????? It feels to me like the author didn't really want to deal with the issues or problem of the beginning. And then that they didn't want to bother maintaining the tension for their characters either.

These are tradpubbed in some cases! It's popular and I hate it. An episode of a children's show has more tension than that.

I read a book like this last night, the last in a series, and it really felt to me like the author didn't care about their own characters or story. All the issues I had with the previous books, but worse, because at least those had some meat to them.

This was... I don't want to say it was because it's f/f... but the world needs more fucked up f/f romance.

Okay I need it. Sorry but the "women must be soft and reasonable all the time" shit is annoying af. Let them be messy. Let them be as messy as the male characters were at least, damn. Which wasn't even that messy in this series, but still.

...I am aware this rant is all over the place. I haven't been able to focus all week and I was so proud of myself for reading a book, and it started so well and then just got boring. I finished it right before midnight and it didn't even keep me awake afterward. A good book would be driving me mad for some time!!!

[burstbub]

Oh they were both doomed from the start.

Chapter 339

Blykes "Everything will be fine" mentality was the key on what led to his imprisonment, because for them, that's exactly the way it's always been. All 3 of them have gone through more numerous death situations than anyone else in the series, and yet despite being exposed to the reality if their world, they still hold hope. Despite knowing the numerous deaths the authorities drop in order to prevent vigilantes and the era of peace, they still fight and stand for what they believe in. Instead for worrying of themselves and the stakes they're currently going through, they continue forward for the people they see need their help. They live selflessly in a setting where its preferred to live in a way for only yourself. Its exactly this what makes the remi-blyke-and-isen trio so distinct from the rest of the characters. In a world where the selfish strive, the selfless have no place. And here comes Arlo.

From the beginning Arlo was always seen as an arrogant selfish bastard who cared for the order of the hierarchy and control. It's the exact reason on why he attacked John in the first place. Midway through out the story, Arlo is exposed the terrors and reality of the world they live in, processing it in a different approach: denial. It's during this time where Arlo starts to see situations from a different perspective, using Remi, Seraphina, and John's situations as a way for him to understand. He begins to show more of his selflessness in an environment (the Bureau) where only the powerfully and selfish thrive upon in, putting himself at risk. It's been stated multiple times the actions Arlo takes in order to cover for the main 5 can easily get him arrested and stripped from his position, and yet he continues to do so anyways. The change in Arlo was something dramatic and critical to the story, as it changed his environments view of the ways he ruled before, to his act now (ex: elaine, zeeke, isen, cece, JOHN, SERAPHINA). The moment he realized he was living more selflessly, he always reminded himself of the consequences his actions will lead to. Because he himself doesn't want to live this way. And he has said it multiple times as well.

These 2 moments where what set in stone both of their imprisonment. The selfless once again committing an act in order to save another, and the "selfish" going against his own ideals in order to protect those he cares for.

Blyke litteraly had an opportunity to get out. To leave, to live another day once again. And yet a simple act in the moment in order to save someone in need was the result of his abandonment and imprisonment (not blaming isen and remi for this they genuinely had to choice).

And the same goes for Arlo. Despite being the oldest out of the main 6, he's still just a kid in highschool. Throughout the entire 2nd season, all he wanted was to graduate. The moment he uttered the words he was going to kill fury, it was clear he was going through mental crisis. The most composed and well kept character in the entire series was going to be the first one to commit murder from the main characters. And the thing is, it really was no surprise who couldn't do it. That's the contrast between him and John. Both going through mental and identity crisis and similar approaches, yet having different results (but that's for another day). If he did succeed is murdering the very obstacle in a moment that will probably never repeat again, they both could've escaped. But how can an unstable kid commit murder? The best scenario was not killing fury. Because even if all 5 of them got away, fury wouldn't be the only one who was killed that day. Arlo as a person would've died as well. People often forget Arlo is not John, they do not share the same mentality. (And the thing is no matter what John says, he wouldn't have been okay either if he did succeed in killing all the Bureau.)

Which leads us to now. I think it's interesting how the selfless and selfish characters where the ones taken captive in different environments, despite both committing the same crimes on the day of their capture. Because then again, who's the stronger one out of the 2?

[residentraccoon]

We making MGP Top 18 today y'all 😤

1 and 2 I love, 3 to 6 are great, added to my playlist, 7 to 11 good, 12 to 15 neutral, 16 to 18 are dissapointing

1. Ulveham - I love this fr and how dramatic it sounds, the vocals are top notch, this must win idc

2. Damdiggida - Idk man I really enjoyed this, Keiino always puts a smile on my face

3. Oblivion - It's a bit dark pop like exactly what I'd expect from Margaret and yeah I really like this!

4. My AI - I?? Guilty pleasure tbh. I can't stop laughing because the chorus sounds so violently INNA circa 2012 like it just sounds exactly as what she would release

5. Save me - It has that Mariette from Melfest sound, something I'd hear in mid late 2010s? Like it's such a familiar sound to me. Anyway I liked this more than I thought I would

6. Green lights - Love how tender it sounds, such a sweet song

7. Eya - Didn't expect to hear such a Balkanic song in Norway's selection tbf a strange yet cool combination

8. Take me to heaven - Guilty pleasure 2.0, the lyrics are ehh but man I'm bopping so hard with that rythm idk..

9. Woman Show - I love the campiness lmfao I'd hear this in the 2000s on the radio ngl

10. Judge tenderly of me - The lyrics are SO cute holy

11. You're mine - Nice, it's a pretty competent bop

12. Heartache - Liked the beginning and I was hoping for something theatrical and fun, then boom just a regular pop song

13. We come alive - I got hyped from the snippets but I feel like it's so linear that I forgot about it midway

14. MER - It's a cute song ig

15. Stranded - He has a nice voice but that's it, no strong feelings

16. Heart on fire - I feel like I've heard this kind of song a billion times by now, sorry

17. Touch of Venus - Didn't make me feel anything, she has a cool attitude but that's about it

18. Waltz of death - Look I- expected something so cool from the title only to be struck with someone reciting a poem or something than actually singing. This could have been SO great ffs

[coroddedvirgo]

The new student arrives (Kyoya Ootori OHHC)

Hello and welcome to my very first ever fanfic! I’ve written countless fanfics but never actually posted them. I’ve also been in a huge ouran brainrot lately so to satisfy my boredom and brainrot I've decided to write this story. 

Just a few things before getting started:

- English is not my main language, it is a secondary language to me so please if you see any grammatical errors ignore them

- this isn’t a y/n story i unironically find y/n stories difficult to write. this is a story of a pairing with an OC i created but you can pretend it’s you and change the name as you please. 

- i imagined writing this in a movie/series script type of way it makes it easier for me to know who’s going to talk and how the story should go. 

- please be kind i am very new to this so any good and constructive criticism is much appreciated!

without further ado, enjoy the story! 

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tamaki:

Welcome to Ouran Academy the place where the filthy rich kids go to play and relax on their rich kid duties. Only the wealthiest of the wealthiest can afford to apply here, of course with the exception of Haruhi Fujioka. Oh, Haruhi…

Haruhi:

“Senpai, can you please stop staring at me that way? It’s… weird…”

Tamaki snapped away from his thoughts and looked away hiding the tiny blush that appeared on his cheeks. Haruhi rolled her eyes at Tamaki, who always acted that way around her. She usually just dismissed him as clinically crazy. Haruhi was cleaning and tidying up the Host club room before they could officially open to the public but the reason she was doing it was because she had another task in hand. The other members seemed to notice this. 

Kyoya:

Is everything alright, Haruhi? You seem to be in quite the hurry

This made her stop midway her cleaning spree. 

Haruhi:

I’m sorry but I forgot to mention that the principal wanted me to give the new student a tour of Ouran before the bell rang. 

Hikaru:

A new kid? Are they a first year or a second year?

Honey:

What if they’re in their third year?

Haruhi:

No. She’s a second year student. 

Kaoru:

Wait… SHE?! The new student is a she? 

Haruhi:

At least that’s what she implied when I met her yesterday

Kaoru:

You got to meet the new kid before anyone else? 

Haruhi:

Yeah and she’s really nice too. She’s around Kyoya and Tamaki’s age. 

Kyoya:

Oh really? Maybe you can introduce her to us

Haruhi:

No way in hell i am

Tamaki dramatically gasped loudly and turned pale as a ghost. Haruhi stared at him deadpanned. She never knows why he always has to do that dramatic effect. 

Tamaki:

BUT WHY NOT? DO YOU NOT LOVE US HARUHI?

Haruhi:

No offense to Tamaki but the reason I don't want to introduce her to you guys is because I want a friend outside the host club, you know? It’s not that i don't want to introduce her but if i do you’ll just embarrass me and scare her off.  

Tamaki’s eyes shimmered with glee 

Tamaki: 

Ah, but my dear Haruhi, that’s where you're wrong! My charm knows no bounds and my princely ways are sure enough to charm her! 

Hikaru knudges Kaoru 

Hikaru:

It seems to me Tamaki has found his new target

Kaoru chuckled in agreement. 

Kaoru:

I can already imagine the over-the-top theatrics he’ll put up for her

Kyoya, the ever composed one, chimed in with a hint of enthusiasm. 

Kyoya:

Now, It’s up to Haruhi if she wishes to bring her new friend. But I do advise if she’s not the theatrical type do not bring her. 

Honey, who was still clinging on to his stuffed pink bunny, piped in with his sugary sweet voice

Honey:

I think it would be nice to have a new friend, especially if she’s around our age, right Takashi? 

Mori-senpai who was quiet the whole conversation but listening attentively nodded in agreement. 

Tamaki:

Do you know her name? 

Haruhi shook her head. 

Haruhi:

She never told me her name. All I know about her name is that in almost every piece of her clothing has an acronym sewn in. Other than that? Nothing. 

—-------------------------------------------------

Disgusting. Putrid. Horrifying. Bright. Ugly yellow dress. Out of all the private schools he could’ve enrolled me in, it just had to be the one with the most atrocious uniform I had ever seen in my life. This color matched with nothing. I hate the white ruffles underneath it and the pink bowtie on top. Simply atrocious. 

Uncle Hiroshi:

I believe you’ll love your new school. 

Luz:

What makes you think that? The only reason I’m here is to please you and the family. 

The harshness in her voice made his forced smile drop. He stared at his shoes trying to figure out what words to say. 

Uncle Hiroshi:

Need I remind you it’s not my fault we are in this situation. 

His words hung in the air leaving a thick tension between them, causing tension between him and Luz. 

Luz frowned at his words. Feeling a surge of anger bubble up inside of her. 

Luz:

Of course. I know it’s my fault. I’m well aware of that situation but just because I'm aware of it doesn’t mean I can't be angry. 

Hiroshi:

You? Angry? Don’t be so childish. I have every right to be angry and rightfully so. Have you any idea what I did for you? 

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him. 

Luz:

Any idea?... Any idea? You didn’t even fucking bother in listening to my side of the story, you believed theirs but what about me? You never cared. No one in the family fucking cared. You act so high and fucking might pretending I should be thanking you? For what? 

Hiroshi:

VIVIENNE. 

His voice cut through the air like a knife. Stern and Terrifying. The fury was visible in his eyes and face. 

She stayed quiet breathing heavily through her nose like an angered bull. 

Luz:

Don’t act like I didn’t overhear what the family said about me. I. Heard. Everything. 

Uncle Hiroshi’s face went pale as her words cut through him like a sharp knife. He was so taken aback he couldn’t say anything back to her.

Luz: 

You’re just like him.

Hiroshi:

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. 

His words felt pungent and repulsive. She hated being compared to her father. 

Luz’s eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and hurt as Hiroshi’s response hit her like a sharp dagger. 

Luz: 

Don’t you ever fucking compare me to that bag of shit. I am my own person, my own choices and my own fucking values. Just because we share the same blood doesn’t mean I’m destined to repeat his actions. 

Luz's anger burned hot within her, fueling her every movement. She couldn't bear to stay in the car any longer, surrounded by her uncles toxic presence. Slamming the door shut with a resounding thud, she took a step away, distancing herself physically from him.

Without another word, Luz turned away and headed towards the entrance of Ouran Academy, her steps filled with determination and a newfound strength. She knew that she had to forge her own path, away from the toxic influences that threatened to overshadow her true identity.

Hiroshi watched her retreating figure, his heart heavy with the weight of his mistakes. He knew that repairing their relationship would require much more than mere apologies. It would take time, effort, and a genuine willingness to understand and support Luz on her own terms.

As Luz entered the grand doors of Ouran Academy, she took a deep breath, letting the determination within her rise to the surface. She was determined to prove her worth, not just to Hiroshi or her family, but to herself. And with every step she took, she vowed to leave behind the shadows of her past and embrace the person she truly was—a person capable of breaking free from the cycle of pain and disappointment.

As Luz stepped into the bustling halls of Ouran Academy, the sudden silence that fell around her was almost deafening. Conversations halted, and curious gazes turned towards her, studying her every move. It was as if time stood still for a moment, and all eyes were on the newcomer who dared to stand out from the crowd.

Luz could feel the weight of their stares, the whispers that traveled through the air like a current. She was acutely aware of being different, of not fitting into the mold of the typical Ouran student. Her appearance, her background, everything about her seemed to set her apart.

The students exchanged glances, curiosity mixed with a hint of intrigue. They were used to the elite, the wealthy, and the privileged, but Luz was a refreshing change. A ripple of whispers followed in her wake as she walked, a blend of curiosity, speculation, and perhaps even admiration.

Luz caught snippets of their hushed conversations, whispers of her uniqueness and unfamiliarity. Some seemed intrigued, eager to learn more about her. Others held a hint of skepticism, unsure of how to place her in their well-defined social hierarchy.

Haruhi:

Excuse me, Luz? 

Luz turned around, relief washing over her as she recognized Haruhi's familiar face amidst the sea of curious onlookers. Haruhi's presence offered a sense of familiarity and comfort in the midst of the overwhelming attention.

Luz nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.

Luz:

Yes, that's me. It's good to see a familiar face. Thank you for remembering me, Haruhi.

Haruhi returned her smile warmly, unaffected by the surrounding scrutiny.

Haruhi:

No problem at all, Luz. I'm glad I ran into you. I can show you to your classroom and help you settle in. Ouran can be quite overwhelming at first, but you'll find your way around soon enough.

Luz:

Of course. Lead the way. 

As Luz walked alongside Haruhi, the whispers of the students echoed in her ears, and she couldn't help but catch fragments of their conversations. The focus on her appearance, specifically her skin color, stung with a mix of discomfort and frustration. It seemed that her uniqueness had become a topic of scrutiny and judgment for those around her.

The comments about her skin color, ranging from judgmental to dismissive, highlighted the ignorance and prejudice that still existed within the walls of the prestigious Ouran Academy. It served as a reminder that even in such an elite setting, stereotypes and biases could persist.

Luz's steps faltered for a moment as she absorbed the weight of those words. It was disheartening to realize that her worth was being reduced to superficial judgments, overshadowing her talents, intellect, and individuality.

Luz closed her eyes trying not to focus on their words. She just wanted to get to her first class and be nothing, a ghost.  

Kyoya:

Ah, fancy bumping into you Haruhi. Who this might be?

Luz and Haruhi turned their attention to Kyoya, who appeared unexpectedly in the hallway. Haruhi greeted him with a friendly smile, while Luz took a moment to observe him, her curiosity piqued.

Haruhi:

Good morning, Kyoya. This is Luz, a new student here at Ouran Academy. Luz, this is Kyoya Ootori, one of the members of the Host Club.

Luz:

Good morning. It is a pleasure to meet you. 

She says a bit flat to him. Kyoya couldn’t help but notice her eyes, they seemed so empty and tired. 

Kyoya:

Say Luz, do you wish to accompany me to the academy’s cafe? They have delicious pastries and coffee.

Luz considered Kyoya's offer, feeling a mixture of curiosity and the need for a much-needed energy boost. She appreciated his gesture and the opportunity to explore more of the school's offerings.

Luz:

Thank you for the offer, Kyoya. I could use a pick-me-up, and I've heard great things about the cafe here. I'd be happy to accompany you... only if it's okay with Haruhi. She was going to take me to my first class today. 

Kyoya:

Hm… may I see your schedule? 

A bit confused at his request she handed him her schedule for the day. Luz considered Kyoya's offer, feeling a mixture of curiosity and the need for a much-needed energy boost. She appreciated his gesture and the opportunity to explore more of the school's offerings.

Her schedule consisted mainly of focus on the arts, her strong suit. She was a very creative and artistic person, not to mention she also has a deep and profound love for music. Ever since she was little she surrounded herself with music and insisted on learning to play the instruments, sing, read and write notes. Her first class would be advanced music class with the history of music and its appreciation, English Literature, Then later it was practicing her German, and then finally it was advanced art.

Kyoya carefully examined the schedule she had. 

Kyoya:

If it’s not a bother to Haruhi I could even take you to your class after we finish at the cafe. If that is alright with you, Haruhi. 

Haruhi:

Oh, that would actually be perfect! Kyoya knows Ouran better than I do. 

Luz was a bit hesitant at first but she ultimately agreed to grab coffee with Kyoya. Kyoya nodded, his usual calm demeanor unchanged.

Kyoya:

Very well. Let's head to the cafe then. Shall we?

 Kyoya extended his arm for Luz to hold onto. 

Luz hesitated for a moment, finding Kyoya's gesture of extending his arm a bit unexpected. However, she reminded herself that it was a common practice among the students at Ouran, a display of elegance and formality. With a slight blush tinting her cheeks, she gently wrapped her hands around Kyoya's arm, allowing him to lead the way.

Haruhi gave her a small piece of paper to which she said it contained her phone number. 

H:

Call me if you get lost or need someone to talk to. I’m always available. See you around!

Kyoya:

Shall we? 

As they walked together, Luz couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation. She found herself observing the dynamics of the school, the interactions between students, and the vibrant atmosphere that surrounded her. The touch of Kyoya's arm provided a sense of security amidst the bustling hallways.

Arriving at the cafe, Luz let go of Kyoya's arm and took a moment to soak in the inviting ambiance. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sight of delectable pastries filled her senses, heightening her excitement for the culinary experience ahead.

Luz:

Kyo-

She stopped for a moment not knowing if to approach him by his name or not. 

Kyoya:

Yes? Don’t be scared of saying my name. 

Luz:

Okay, Kyoya, what do you recommend I eat? 

Kyoya:

Well my personal favorite is the strawberry tart. I love having it with a warm cup of tea.

Luz:

I think I’ll have that and the croissant with a white chocolate blueberry iced coffee. 

Kyoya nodded approvingly, signaling to the waiter to place their orders. As they waited for their treats to arrive, Luz found herself observing Kyoya more closely. There was a certain air of mystery and intellect that surrounded him, and she couldn't help but be intrigued.

Kyoya: I noticed that most of your classes are mostly in the arts. Do you like that?

Luz nodded, a smile playing at the corners of her lips

Luz:

Yes, I do. It was actually my mother that raised me that way. She’s an artist too. 

Kyoya listened attentively, his gaze focused on her as if he were unraveling the layers of her being through her words.

Kyoya:

Do you sing or play instruments? 

Luz:

I used to

Kyoya:

Why is that? 

Luz:

I- um… 

She looks down a bit uncomfortable. Kyoya, noticing this, dismissed it and changed the topic of the conversation. 

Kyoya:

Please excuse manners but it seems I never introduced myself. My name is Kyoya Ootori. I am the youngest son of my family. 

Luz:

You have siblings? 

He nods

Kyoya:

Two older brothers, Akito and Yuuichi.

Luz:

I have siblings as well but unlike you I’m actually the eldest. I have four sisters and one brother. 

Their conversation was interrupted by the waiter bringing their food. When Luz took the first bite of the strawberry tart and her iced coffee she felt like she was melting. It passed her expectations. The combination of the sweet and tangy strawberry filling with the buttery crust was a delightful treat for her taste buds. She couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Kyoya:

I’ll take a guess and say you like the food? 

She nods. 

Luz:

It’s so delicious. It’s the best coffee and pastry I've ever had!

Kyoya chuckled softly, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes as he watched Luz enjoy the food. 

They both finished their treats and prepared to leave the cafe, the pleasant conversation lingering in the air. As they both walked down the halls Kyoya would tell her quick shortcuts to arrive at her classrooms so she could avoid student traffic. 

From the corner of his eye he noticed her scarf had something written on it.

Kyoya:

Pardon my intrusion but what does this stand for? 

He gently passes his thumb over the small purple stitchings. 

Luz:

Oh, that? It’s an acronym of my name. My mom used to do that to all of my clothes

  Kyoya:

What does the V stand for? 

Luz:

Vivienne. It’s my first name. 

Kyoya's eyes flickered with intrigue as he listened to Luz's explanation. He found himself captivated by the little details that made her who she was. Kyoya had always been observant, seeking meaning in every aspect of people's lives. Luz's scarf, with its embroidered initials, piqued his curiosity further.

Kyoya:

Vivienne... It's a beautiful name. Unique and elegant, just like you.

Luz's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Luz:

Thank you… no one has ever said that about my name before… 

Kyoya's eyes sparkled with a hint of playfulness as he responded.

Kyoya:

I must admit, Luz, your name holds a certain elegance and beauty that befits you. It's a pleasure to have met someone as captivating as you, with a name that holds such charm. It's a rare find in a place like Ouran.

Luz blushed slightly at his words, feeling a mixture of flattery and intrigue.

Luz could feel her heart gaining speed by the second. She didn’t know how to respond so he nervously chuckled. 

 Luz: 

Oh stop you don't mean that

Kyoya chuckled softly, a subtle glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

Kyoya:

On the contrary, Luz, I assure you that I do mean every word. I have a keen eye for appreciating genuine beauty and uniqueness, and in you, I see both. Your name is just the beginning of the many intriguing qualities that make you who you are.

Luz's cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink as she tried to compose herself. 

 Luz: well- I- um... 

Kyoya: This will be your classroom as of now. she was snapped back to reality when they arrived at her music classroom. 

Kyoya's voice brought Luz back to the present, and she glanced at the door of her music classroom, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Luz:

Thank you for bringing me to my classroom today, and for the cafe. Hopefully we’ll see each other around? 

Kyoya's gaze met Luz's, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as a faint smile curved his lips.

Kyoya:

Of course, Luz. I believe our paths will cross again in this vast academy. I look forward to our future encounters.

His voice held a subtle undertone of flirtation, leaving Luz both intrigued and flustered. He gently raised her hand to his lips and with a delicate touch, he pressed a soft kiss against her gloved knuckles , a gesture both elegant and chivalrous. Luz's heart skipped a beat at the unexpected display of affection, her cheeks flushing with a deeper shade of pink.

The gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. She found herself momentarily captivated by his charm and the unexpected display of gallantry. Her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions, a mixture of flattery and curiosity.

 With a shy smile, she withdrew her hand, feeling a lingering warmth where his lips had touched.  She stood there, her hand tingling from his touch, a mixture of surprise and intrigue filling her thoughts. She watched him walk away, her mind buzzing with the memory of his lips on her skin, wondering what this encounter might mean for their future interactions.

[polarisbibliotheque]

when do u think youll be done with the we shall never surrender project??

Hi, dear! That's a great question, thanks for sending it in!

To be quite honest with you all: I don't know.

There's a few reasons for that, so bear with me a little, please "^^

1 - I'm on a sudden art mentoring program with a friend who offered it to me freely.

I've been unemployed and ill for quite a while and a 'friend' of mine literally scammed me and stole all the money I had left, so I'm officially broke. That's been stealing my nights of sleep, because I'm trying to figure something out to make some money and at least pay my credit card every month.

When I mentioned with my mentor I might try to get in the art industry, she was over the moon and took me in for training free of charge and help me as she can so I can get a job. That being said, I'm focusing 1000% on that - hence why I disappear for so long: in less than a month, I've finished 600+ drawings.

Yes, I'm crazy. But this is the only shot I've got after a long period of distress and not knowing what to do. I'm giving it all to it.

2 - I decided to use this mentoring time to improve my art and apply it to the requests of the Shall Never Surrender Project!

I always thought I could do better with the requests - I don't want to deliver something bad and half assed. This last month, I feel like I improved so much, I wanted to wait a little bit to deliver something with a better quality!

3 - My health sometimes kicks me down and so I need to choose carefully what I have energy to do.

As you guys know, I'm trying to recover from an illness and I have a chronic illness as well. I don't eat much and that means sometimes I don't have enough energy to get up from my bed.

There are days I start being productive at 3 p.m - I spend all the morning lying down, gathering energy to tank the day and taking a few naps. There are other days, I can't even bring myself to eat 'cause I feel like I'm going to pass out midway to the kitchen.

Think Vergil dragging his ass out of Hell and crumbling apart at the beginning of DMC5. That's it, literally, I'm not being dramatic.

I have to prioritize what I can do during my days, then. Usually, I prioritize my mentoring, then helping my mom with chores and running errands and then, by night, I'm already very tired. If there's any energy left, I try to write - for the blog here or the book I'm trying to write - and then work on the Shall Never Surrender Project.

It's slow. Very slow. But it's going.

4 - Nevertheless, I want to finish the requests of the Project before starting comissions.

Like I said, I'm broke. And, as you might have seen, I opened commissions to help a friend of my mom who is in a worse situation than mine and really needs some help.

I want to finish the Project requests before any commissions start coming in, because I do feel guilty for making you guys wait so long. I thought I could deal with requests of full, coloured and polished artworks quickly, but I can't.

That was a foolish overestimation of my part and I am sorry.

Even then, people don't commish me a lot. I had a few commissions some years ago, but I gotta tell ya, it's VERY rare for me to get something. Even then, I need to try. For this friend of my mom and for me, eventually.

If I'm not wrong, there are 3 requests for me to finish. I'm working on them in the order people have requested, and honestly, I hope to finish them soon.

I'm really sorry for taking so long, but life sometimes runs over us and we are caught like a deer on headlights.

I know this might feel like a sassy response, but it isn't. I'm really happy you asked and I can explain a few things/give you guys some idea of what's going on and apologize for taking so long :)

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Oh oh tell me about Dance Magic Dance because I think about that fic a lot

Really??? Oh yay, I’m so glad! The coolest thing ever as a writer, as I’m sure you know, is to hear that someone’s been thinking about your work after they’ve read it!

I hope you’re ready for an essay! You don’t know what you’ve unleashed!

Wow so where to start? I freaking LOVE this movie! My mum showed it to me when I was really young, just randomly remembered it as a film she used to like and bought it to show me and my sister. I was enchanted!

Sarah the main character is really like me. Loves dressing up and theatre and dramatic, emotional storytelling, and I also found my little sister really annoying at the time. Perfect, right?

I also loved watching all the behind the scenes stuff on the special features! The practical effects were so so cool and I love the way the set designer was like just cover EVERYTHING in glitter!

So when Eddie Munson burst into my life in all his fantasy-loving, dungeon master glory and I realised the movie came out in 1986, what else could I do?

I was listening to the song ‘Dance Magic, Dance’ on the bus to work which then prompted me to watch the movie again after ages. Midway through I just had this vision of Eddie bursting through the door with a look of horror on his face uttering the words, ‘Are you watching our movie without me?’ The fic kinda spiralled from there.

Listening to the same song a few days later and I thought, Eddie is 100% the type of parent to try and throw his child in the air like David Bowie.

The flashback with Eddie asking Reader on a date is honestly one of my favourite bits to write! It was short and sweet and practically wrote itself. I pictured Eddie, still fragile, only just healed but having harboured a crush for so long. His recent brush with mortality having hit home that there’s no time to lose but in the moment getting flustered and reader having to finish the sentence for him.

I wanted to keep the playful nature I’d already established with their relationship largely to convey how young they both are and how not much time has really passed yet they’re still moving on and finding new life and happiness with each other.

Happy endings are just it for me and while I do enjoy a good tragedy every now and then, I always prefer it all to turn out right.

Now the masked ball scene! Oh this scene! Phantom of the Opera has quite literally from birth been my favourite musical of all time (but that’s another story for another time!) so you throw anything remotely resembling a masked ball into a piece of media and I will go wild! Add in ‘As The World Falls Down’ sung by the one and only David Bowie himself while dressed in a jacket literally encrusted with sapphires and I’m sold!

Also, as a cosplayer/fashion history/theatrical costume enthusiast, THE DRESS!!!! Aaaagghh!!! That dress is the dress of my dreams! I’ve always wanted a wedding inspired by this scene from Labyrinth so thus, reader got one!

The most romantic thing in the world in my humble opinion is dancing together! Even more so if it’s in a domestic situation!

I really feel like Eddie Munson is the one to make everything feel magical. I know I crave adventure and romance like in stories and I really think he does too! I really wanted to show him as a person who brings that fairytale feeling even after coming home from a hard day’s work with nothing more than a song and a memory. Ultimately, it’s my absolute dream to find someone like that in real life, but until I do, I’ll settle for writing him!

Oh my gosh that was long! Sorry if it was too much. Again, I’m so pleased you liked this one. I’m always afraid when I write something so specific to me that it’ll be too niche or personal that no one else will enjoy it but I’m learning that often the more personal a work is, the more people resonate with it because it has heart.

Like how Taylor Swift’s music works! It’s so personal and true to her yet it connects with so many people on such a deep level. I can only dream of being as good a storyteller as her one day.

But anyway, that’s it I think. Sorry it was long, my high school English teacher had to force me to stop rambling in my essays but here we are!

Thanks for asking about this one and thanks for reading if you got this far!

Fanfic Directors Cut

[auldcowboysoul]

Candid review

Bells of San Angelo, 1947. This film has what is probably the 2nd most brutal fight in a Roy Rogers film. Post-WW2, it seems that his films took on a more serious, more graphic style. Director William Whitney definitely played a part in this, and it's well documented by old western fans everywhere! What's not well documented is this fight. Come on, guys, I need a play by play, I need dramatic details, I NEED h/c (hurt/comfort). IYKYK

I find it so interesting and full of heroic drama, that once they are captured by the villain boss at gunpoint, Roy never says a word (although his facial expressions say plenty). He lets Cookie do all the actual talking, almost like a couple of kids caught breaking the rules together. The rule-breaking leader knows they deserve what's coming to them. But the sidekick friend can't help trying to talk their way out and around the consequences.

It's a different take from the usual, "our cowboy hero can do no wrong" attitude that many of the earlier Roy Rogers westerns have. In earlier Roy Rogers movies, it seems like Roy is insanely lucky and just doesn't get caught when snooping around/breaking the law for his hero purposes. OR he can always charm his way out of consequences, in a sort of theme of "the ends justify the means".

Like in this scene, where he doesn't have a search warrant and therefore is unlawfully searching the mine. It's a classic B-western plot pattern -- Roy puts himself and Cookie in a compromising situation, risking their safety to get some clue to catch the baddies and save the day. He's done this to himself and many sidekicks (usually Gabby Hayes) before, but this time, in a shocking twist for a Roy Rogers western, there actually are consequences. Violent ones.

Roy gets the daylights punched out of him like never seen before in one of his movies. It's like the good director is making up for the dozens of previous films where Roy wins every fist fight and usually gets through every close shave unscathed. 

The beat down would almost be humiliating to our hero, except that it's Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys. He looks damn good at everything he does, including getting beaten up by a bunch of vicious, murdering miners. He takes it all like a champ, and keeps going.

Again, I find it interesting that he doesn't say a word throughout the whole sequence, right before, during , and right after the fight. Of course, Cookie more than makes up for it.

It gives such dramatic feels to have Cookie handcuffed on the sidelines, alternately cheering for Roy and begging him to get up and keep fighting.

Then the way Cookie rushes to stand protectively over Roy's prone figure after the baddies are done and let Cookie go from the handcuffs... So great. Cookie threatens the bad guy leader with legal action (again), but the bad guy just scoffs it off. The scene is cut and spliced midway, which is tragic because I would have loved to see more protective-angry Cookie lines on Roy's behalf.

Anyways, Cookie gives us the h/c that's really needed after the shock of watching our hero get severely beaten. Cookie helps Roy to his feet and actually steadies him a bit as the henchmen bring their horses around. The bad guy and Cookie verbally duel it out for the last word. Roy just silently mounts Trigger and rides away, with one last look at the bad guys' leader.

In the scene after they ride away, Roy discusses the bad guys motives with Cookie as they clean their guns, acting remarkably chipper for someone who was just beaten into the dirt, literally. He doesn't seem put out in the slightest, just more determined to catch the bad guys than ever. Cookie wants revenge on the bad guys, but Roy still just wants justice. Which is inspirational really.

I think it makes sense that Cookie would want revenge, having been a little scarred, from being helpless and forced to watch while his friend got a thorough beating. He may have had some survivor's guilt, since the baddies didn't touch him. "We wouldn't want to hurt the Sheriff, it wouldn't be legal," the bad guy points out in a surprising burst of intelligence for a b-western baddie. Definitely a fanfiction opportunity if I ever saw one, for Roy to give some comfort to Cookie's emotional hurt. 

Another note - Roy and Cookie had been out all night searching for a missing border sentry. He hadn't slept in possibly 24 hours. That does no favors to your stamina. 

Realism points -- Roy does seem to be sporting a black eye with a cut under it, and maybe also some blood from his ear afterwards. And his jacket sleeve is ripped, which is tragic because that jacket is really flattering to his shoulders and waist. Like, aw no, nice jacket. 

In my opinion, although this fight is pretty violent for a Roy Rogers film, it's just a warm up compared to the whipping/beating scene in Eyes of Texas (released 4 months later in 1948). To be fair, in Eyes of Texas they were trying to kill him, whereas in this scene, they are just trying to beat a warning into him. So not the same thing, plot-wise. But still, I think this is the second most thorough beating Roy ever gets from bad guys. 

I have to wonder what fans thought back in the day. It had to be a little shocking. It's nice to get a bad guy/Roy rematch in the big fight at the end! He's fighting two bad guys, including the bad guy leader who punched his lights out previously, at the top of a rock cliff and it's very badass and exciting. He brings better backup in the form of a couple dogs this time (sorry Cookie), and the dogs actually help corral one of the bad guys, letting Roy focus all his fighting attention on the bad guy leader. It's so satisfying when Roy feeds the bad guy's line back to him.

"Get up, the picnic's just started!" He barks, echoing what the bad guy told him when he was being forced to fight the gang one by one. This is personal. And Roy doesn't need six cronies standing around to help him finish beating up this no good murdering snake! Cookie even gets a bop in at the end, when the bad guy is trying to run away from his justly deserved beating!

"Save one for me, Roy!"

On a side note, does anyone else feel like they can tell Roy's stunt double from behind? Something about his hair, I think! Like, this has to be the stunt double here, Joe Yrigoyen.

But this is actual Roy, and we can be certain because it was shot in one take.