#(like i think i had just come out like less than a year before?? yea i think the mv dropped in my last semester of gr 11)

[gojoest]

BEDTIME STORY (about love) — gojo satoru

in which satoru tells his daughter the story of how you met. those of you who’ve read this already know, but your now 4-year-old daughter is yet to hear it

girl dad satoru, father-daughter time, she/her pronouns used for reader, wc: 1k, not proofread, just a silly little thing

“papa”

“yes, my life?”

“how did you and mama meet?”

“oh my, i never told you the story?”

“no, papa. you didn’t”

“well—"

one thing gojo satoru never fails to do, no matter how busy his schedule, is reading bedtime stories to his 4-year-old daughter. even when he’s swamped with missions, he would make sure he is at home by the time his daughter had to sleep — after tucking her in, he would sit beside her with a book in hand and read her a story until she’s fast asleep.

but tonight, your daughter asked for a different kind of story — the origin of your love, how the two of you met — and truth be told, satoru was more than excited to talk about it (as he always is whenever the topic in question involved you).

his eyes glowing with the same old dreamy glint anytime your name was mentioned, he puts the book on the nightstand and makes himself comfortable next to his little one in bed. slightly scooching her over so he could sit with his back leaning against the headboard, he cradles her in his arms and takes a deep breath before starting.

“it all happened on my birthday, 7 years ago”

“december 7th!”, your daughter excitedly points out.

satoru chuckles, his chest swelling with joy that his little daughter remembers his birthday. “that’s right, my life. your mother came into my life like a birthday present”, his lips curl into a gentle smile as he reminisces about the night that changed his entire life.

“was mama invited to your birthday?”

“no, but we just happened to be in the same restaurant that night. while i was celebrating with friends, she was there, on another table, with her coworkers”

your daughter hums, “i see”

“she was so beautiful, i noticed her the moment she walked in. and i couldn’t take my eyes off her for the rest of the night. i knew i had to go and talk to her before she left. something in me knew she was the one, you know?”

your little one tilts her head up to look at satoru, eyes curiously blinking, “but how did you know, papa?”

“my heart whispered it to me, beating relentlessly the entire time. it was like this unknown force was pulling me towards your mom and the whole time i was trying to come up with a plan, an excuse even, to go talk to her without coming off as a weirdo”

“and did you succeed?”

“well, by the looks of it—”, he points at her and gently boops her nose, “i did”

she chuckles sweetly, “no, papa—i mean did you manage to not be a weirdo?”

“hmm, i’ll let you decide on that one. so pay attention, okay?”, to which she silently nods. his hand rubs the top of her head softly before continuing.

“you see, i couldn’t think of anything but nor could i wait any longer. i decided i’d just go and say hi. so i stood up and made my way towards her table. i had to know her as soon as possible, because every second of inaction felt like it was taking away from my future with her. any second was precious, you know? if i could be with her sooner, be it even a planck time earlier, i had to take it — as it would only add up to the time spent with her”

“what is planck time, papa?”, your daughter cuts him off.

“it’s theoretically considered to be the shortest measurable time”

“is it less than a second?”

“waaaaay less”

“woah, papa you were down bad for mama”, your daughter gasps in amusement.

an audible laugh breaks through satoru’s lips, “yea, i was. and i still am”

“and what happened when you went over?”

“i said hi but she wasn’t having it at all, didn’t even bat me an eye. tried to chase me off before i was able to introduce myself. but i was already determined to make her mine, i knew it deep down that she was my person. so i forced my way and introduced myself”

“papa you’re a stubborn one”

“yea, but your mother turned out to be even more stubborn. she dodged all my attempts at her. so, i had to make it very clear to her, let her know that the man standing before her was the one to be her boyfriend, then her husband, and then the father of her children — therefore, in order for all this to work, i asked for her number”

“you really said all that?” — satoru nods to her question affirmatively. “papa, that’s so bold of you, honestly”, another gasp leaves your 4-year-old’s mouth. “and then?”

“and then she got mad at me, thought i was playing around with her”, satoru chuckles, brushing a hand across his face at the memory, closing his eyes to replay that very scene in his mind. your reaction is still pretty vivid to him, how your eyes grew wide in disbelief after what he had just told you...

i am gojo satoru, also known as the man to be your boyfriend, then your husband, and then the father of your children — and you are to be my girlfriend, then my wife, and then the mother of my children…

…and then how you narrowed your eyes and gave him a good lecture.

is this your move? you pull this on everyone you find remotely attractive?

“to be honest, i was slightly panicking internally — this was my best move, you know? and it was failing. but luckily, your uncle suguru came to my aid. he convinced your mom to give me a chance before blatantly turning me down. and she did — i got her number by the end of the night”, a soft smile painted on his lips again. “look at us now — wasn’t i right about all that?”

“papa, you’re a hopeless romantic”

“you bet i am”, he smugly confirms.

“…and a bit of a weirdo”, she cackles quietly.

“oi”, satoru furrows his brows. his hand softly tickles the side of her, incurring a loud laugh on her end. “shhh, time to sleep now or else mama will scold me for keeping you up past your bedtime”

“but, papa — you did well, being a weirdo paid off”

“yea, it really did — it gave me a home and a family”, his eyes soften observing the treasure in his arms.

[ghyulia]

𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦?

cw: Shouto Todoroki x Reader, wc ~3.2k

disclaimers ;3 - angst, misunderstandings, & fluff!

It was no secret amongst UA students that you and Todoroki were attached at the hip. A better way to describe it would be that you frequently tugged on the boy, yelling his ear off, rambling, training together, and the like.

It wasn't always that way, of course. At the beginning of your first year at UA, you and the half-hot half-cold boy did not get off to a good start. You showed him your well-practiced friend-making kindness, he responded in a not-so-nice manner, saying that he didn't care for friends in such a condescending voice, and you decided that you didn't like him. That decision lasted less than a month though, when he later apologized for his coldness and you forgave him. You were never one to forgive easily, so it came as a shock to you to see yourself immediately accepting his apology. How come?

Your relationship with Todoroki only went up from there. It started with being paired as training partners which turned into exchanging books and studying together, walking to class together, hanging out together, eating lunch together, and doing just practically about everything together. You attached yourself to the dual-color haired boy, even giving him his own cute nickname of sorts. Todoroki had never said outright that he hated it. In fact, if you had to guess, you would've thought he was okay with it--liked it even. (But now, that assumption only feels like your biggest mistake.)

It's a morning like any other. You trudge down the hall of your school, mentally dreading entering the classroom. You told Todoroki not to wait for you as you wanted to get to class a bit earlier. (You two had a habit of making it to class just by the bell, wasting copious amounts of time talking through breakfast.) You wanted to stop by the support course to pick up a part of your hero costume, and you knew it wouldn't be possible to if you had waited for the boy. You giggle lightly to yourself thinking about the face 'Roki will make when he sees the new addition to your costume. You're about to turn the corner when you hear a string of familiar voices. It makes you stop dead in your tracks. Curiosity always got the better of you. You quickly recognize the voices to be Kaminari, Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki. You smile lightly to yourself, thinking what an odd combo it seems to make. Your smile drops almost immediately, though.

"Everyone seems over the edge these days with exams coming up, huh Prez? Whaddya say about us holding a class study session?" You hear Kaminari suggest. "I don't think that would be efficient nor effective! We also have to consider if some of our classmates study better in small groups or large groups!" Iida replies, and you can see him waving his hand in an engine like way. "I'm with Prez on this one, sorry bro." Kirishima adds, scratching the back of his head. "I feel the same way!" Midoriya chimes in, before whisper-rambling about who in the class seems like they work better alone. "I agree too. I wouldn't participate. It would most likely distract me from getting any work done at all." You hear Todoroki say. "Yea, well of course you wouldn't join! You and (Name) would probably chum it up with the books before we would even get anywhere! It's no fair! How come you always get to hang around (Name)?" "It's not like that. (Name) is a distraction to me too. In many more ways than anybody I've ever known is." "Woah, dude! I didn't know that's how you felt about them. I so thought..." You feel your heart sink to your feet. Suddenly, everything about you feels weird. You didn't know that was how Todoroki felt about you. Suddenly, your feet are moving by themselves, in the opposite direction. Anything to get away from here. From this situation. And so you make a mad dash to the restroom. You couldn't bear to hear the rest of the conversation, when it had been made so clear to you that the guy you thought was your best friend had felt the exact opposite about you. You felt so pathetic and in shock that you couldn't even cry. If you were so annoying and distracting to Todoroki, why didn't he just say so? Why did he let you pester him and waste both his and your time? You don't understand. You just stood there in the bathroom, leaning against the door of a stall. Slowly, you come to, slap yourself in the face, and walk towards your classroom once again. That day, you make another decision, with more resolve than the previous ones. Distance.

And so when you make it to class just by the bell and half-hot half-cold boy inquires why since you specifically left early, you just shrug and tell him you had some things to take care of. And when lunch comes around, you decide that you want to sit with Mina and her friends. And when it's time to train, you ask Midoriya instead. And at the end of class, when Iida proposes that you, Midoriya, Todoroki, him, and Uraraka should have a study session, you pass. You pack up your things, bid your friends a cya later, and make your way out of the building. You're changing your shoes when Todoroki makes his way towards you. He has a slight grimace on his face, but to most people, he looked like he normally did. (Why did you still want to know why he was making that face? Why did you get so attached in the first place? You hated yourself for it. )

"..Hey. Is there something wrong? You were unusually to yourself today. You didn't even pair up with me for training or sit with us." Todoroki asks, outstretching his hand to take your bag as you fumble with your shoes. You don't give it to him, and instead opt to bring it even closer to you. You muster up the best smile you can, and reply with all the gusto you can bring. "I'm fine! I have to go now though, so see you!" You say hurriedly as you quickly finish putting on your shoes and readjusting your bag. You all but dash out of the building and make your way to your dorm before Todoroki can even offer to walk with you. You hope he doesn't notice how stiff your smile was. But how would he anyway? He had only seen you as a distraction. You leave behind a distraught and confused Todoroki, who watches you disappear into the distance. (The boy immediately noticed how fake that smile was. Your smile was never like that. Ever. You didn't tell him about your day. You didn't eat lunch with him. You didn't even say a full 3 sentences to him today. And for the first time, Todoroki felt a sharp pang! in his chest. It hurt.)

Before you know it, you're at the dorms and finally, everything comes crashing down. You feel like you're about to have a meltdown. And so you quickly whip out your phone and shoot Mina a quick text.

You

Hey Mina, not feeling too hot rn. I'll be in my room

Mins

omw

"Not feeling too hot" was your and Mina's unspoken way of saying hey, I'm about to lose it, hellp! When Mina had first texted you something along those lines, you decided to check up on her, only to find her hysterically sobbing into her pillow. Safe to say it's a term only used during emergencies. Like now. By the time you make it to your room, you feel the waterworks coming. You quickly wriggle out of your uniform and fight back the tears that threaten to release from your eyes. You're doing well you think, until Mina comes in. All it takes is a "Hey babes, what's wrong?" For you to absolutely crumble into your best friend's chest. It takes a while for you to finally get everything out, along with the reason you're this way, but by the time you do, you feel a lot better.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude...It pisses me off but, (Name)! Listen. The best part now is that you know, right? No more clinging or worrying about that twat!" You sniffle. "I know, Mins. I really know, but it still hurts, you know? I'm embarrassed, hurt, and sad. But above all, I'm angry. I've been making a fool of myself. I hate it. And I hate how much I liked him." You croak out, throat dry from all the crying. "I know, I know." Mina coos, and you hug her tighter. Eventually, she leaves, and you sprawl across your bed. You already know what you're going to do. It's easier this way for the both of you guys, you think.

And so you continue to give Todoroki the cold shoulder. You shoot him a text saying that you can't walk with him anymore, and even decide to make breakfast to-go just to avoid seeing him. You stop greeting him in the morning. You ask Midoriya to be partners for the foreseeable future, and he agrees. You walk home with Mina. You eat lunch with Mina and her friends. You begin to study with them, too. And go out on the weekends. You barely even spare the dual color haired boy a glance. Whenever you speak to him, you keep it curt. (But how come it still hurts?) And this lasts for around a month, before the last straw.

Breaking up your friendship with Todoroki gave you more time to hang out with other people. It was fun to talk to new people, and it also served as a way to take your mind off him. This Friday is like any other. Todoroki watches you walk in, and a part of him hopes that maybe you would say good morning! in your chirpy voice. You always made it a point to smile at him and say good morning, but now, you don't even look at him. He watches as you take your seat and talk to Kaminari about something stupid. pang! Eventually the lesson starts, and the day flies by as "normal". The normal being rarely any contact between him and you. This isn't how it should be, Todoroki thinks to himself. He's packing up his things to go when he sees you and the metal quirked kid from Class 2b near the door. He can't hear what you two are saying, but he does see Metal Quirk lean in and all but tackle you into a hug. He's definitely heavy with the way you can barely hold yourself up. But you're laughing. He hadn't seen that in so long. pang. pang. pang. And before he knows it, Todoroki is making his way towards the two of you. He pulls Tetsutetsu off of you albeit a bit rough. "(Name). Mr. Aizawa is calling for us. He's in his office." And before you can respond, Todoroki clasps your hand and starts walking you two towards the office. Although shocked, you manage to use your free hand to wave to Tetsutesu before confronting the boy keeping such a tight grip on your hand. "Thank you, but I can walk myself. Do you know what he needs us for?" You ask, but there's no answer. To your surprise once again, you both pass by the office. "Hey, Todoroki. I thought you said Mr. Aizawa was in the office? Where are we-" You feel his grip tighten a little. "Todoroki, let go." You say with a hint of seriousness in your tone that makes the boy hesitate in his walking. But he doesn't stop. You finally manage to yank his hand away at the lockers. "Todoroki! Seriously, what the hell?" You half-yell, both confused and annoyed. "I should be asking you that, (Name). What's happening? You don't talk to me at all. It's like I don't exist to you anymore. And now you're all buddy-buddy with everybody. Did I do something? I just want answers." Todoroki says, and you feel something in you explode. Maybe it's the pent-up frustration from his seemingly obliviousness, or just the sheer fact of the nerve he had to say what he just said. Either way, you don't spare the boy. "What's wrong?! You should be happy I'm doing this, since all I am is a distraction in so many ways. If I was such a pain, you should've said something. I overheard your conversation with the others about me. I couldn't even listen past the distraction part because it hurt so so bad. I know what you said. I thought I was doing us both a favor by ignoring you, so that way you can focus. And I can't even begin to look at you, because when I do, all I think about is how embarrassed and mad I am that you would let me stick around you all this time and not express how you truly feel! You never cared about me at all, did you?" You don't even realize you're crying until you feel one trickle down your cheek. You don't even bother to look at the male before you mutter a quick apology and make a beeline for the exit. Once again, you leave Todoroki standing there. (When he saw your tears fall, and chest heave, all he could wonder was how could someone look so beautiful even when crying? He wanted to slap himself. Why was he like this?)

You feel so idiotic as you sob into your pillow. And you sob, and sob, and sob until you physically can't cry anymore. By the time you look up from your snot covered pillow, it's darker. Dinner has already passed, and you weakly grab your phone to see a swarm of texts from Mina. Before you can type out a reply though, you hear frantic banging on your door. You sluggishly make your way to the door before creaking it slightly open. You're greeted with the face you least want to see right now, and you grimace. "What do you want, Todoroki? If you're sorry, it's okay. If you're not, it's okay too. I just want to be left alone." You shut the door faster than the half-hot half-cold boy can hold it, and you just stand there for a bit. You think he's left until you hear his voice. "(Name). I'm just letting you know in advance. I'm burning this door down." You quickly yank the door open. "No! What the hell." This time, Todoroki makes use of the open door and comes in. You both are just standing there until he speaks up: "(Name). I want to clear this up with you. I won't deny that I said what I said. And even if you had listened to the whole conversation, it wouldn't have made things any better." "How is this supposed to make me feel better?" "Sorry. What I mean is that It's the way I meant it that matters. I don't have a way with words. I've never been able to articulate my feelings quite well. (Name), you are a distraction. At first, I thought that it was maybe your quirk. Whenever I'm around you, it's hard to focus. My palms get sweaty, my heartbeat becomes irregular, and I just feel...odd. I talked about it with my sister, and she and I are both sure that I harbor romantic feelings for you. When I said you were a distraction, I meant...more so romantically. Kaminari and the others are just plain distracting in the annoying way. But you? You distract my heart. I can't pay attention to much other than your smile, your words, just you. This past month, week and 5 days have been horrible. That's what I meant, (Name). You're special to me, and I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise. I'm not lying. We can check for proof." He takes your hand softly places it on his chest. You can feel his heart beating rapidly, and when you look up, you see a faint red hue adorn both his cheeks. You can't help but shed a few happy tears. "You idiot. I'm just so glad right now...You don't understand how bad I hated not talking to you. We have so much to catch up on! You better be ready because I'm really gonna talk your ear off tonight." "I wouldn't have it any other way." Todoroki smiles and pulls you into a tight embrace.

extra!

"You do realize that you just confessed your love for me, right 'Roki?" "Yes." "And you counted the days, you loser. hehe." "...But Wait, so what does this mean for us? Since the feelings are mutual." "If it's alright with you, dating with the intention of marriage in the future?" "...Who told you that would be a good idea to say?" "...Tokoyami."

xxtra!

A while later, Todoroki ends up talking with Kaminari, Kirishima, Iida, and Midoriya. "I have a question. When I said that name was a distraction to me, what way did you perceive it as?" The male inquires. "Like ya hate her! I was so shocked. I still can't expect that from you of all people Todobro!" Kaminari says to which Kirishima agrees. "I thought the same way! But calling a classmate a distraction is far from appropriate! I take it you apologized?" Iida asks, to which Todoroki scratches his ear. "O-Oh WHAT?! Is that what you meant, Todoroki? I for sure thought you meant that you held romantic feelings for her which in turn led to um...distractions." Midoriya says, and The dual color haired boy half smiles at him. "Yea. That's what I meant." "How did you know Midoriya?! What the hell!" Kirishima asks, shellshocked. "Oh, um well I thought it was kind of obvious. Well actually, I have some notes about it in my notebook. Not in a creepy way I swear! It started off as an analysis of both of their quirks in battle since they always paired up together. They had a lot of synergy so I wanted to take some notes. But the more I observed the two of them together, the more I noticed. Like for example..." The green haired boy flips through his notebook until he reaches a page that says, 'TODOROKI & (NAME) ALLIANCE'. "Here it is! Like when they fight together, Todoroki takes a different stance than when he fights with like say, Bakugou. At first, I thought it was because he wanted to dominate against the enemy, but that didn't make sense since their strengths are close to equal. Then I realized his stance was more protective because he personally didn't want (Name) to get hurt. And also, when he's with (Name), his facial expressions are more animated. His smile is wider, and his eyes are always looking at them. He's always got his eyes on (Name). Even when we go out to stores, he always looks for something to bring back for them. The biggest solidifier for me though, was this past month when (Name) and him kind of drifted. His mood was significantly worse. He ate his lunch slower and would always look towards their direction. He would study slower, and he was looking at name even more. It was almost like they were his drive! It made me realize instantly that something was up.....and....and....." (Todoroki didn't even realize the extent to which you had captured his heart. But now he was sure. He had you, and he was never letting go.)

a/n: oh my goodness I'm so sorry for being inactive :(( I'm back now and this was kinddaaa rushed but I think I like it tho!! aaaa I've been missing shouto a lot lately so here this is!! I hope ygs enjoy and if anyone has any ideas at all pls send them my way! I would love to do them!

[kikiyoomis]

"what do even you like about me?"

sakusa is taken aback from your sudden question. the two of you were laying on bed, individually scrolling through your respective phones just before bed. there was nothing during the day that would've suggested your change in mood.

sakusa shuts his phone off and places it on the nightstand beside him before pulling you into his embrace.

"like? baby i'm so in love with you that there's nothing that i only 'like' about you," sakusa says while he buries his face into your neck.

"yea but... i'm not even that... special. i'm not super pretty or talented or smart or-" you say before the words are caught in your throat and tears starts to form.

"i feel like i just got lucky. like... why would you settle for someone like me?" you whisper.

you've had these thoughts for a while. before they only came up when you were going through a rough time with your self-confidence but recently, with sakusa's booming popularity as a highly anticipated rookie in the v league, what was left of your confidence completely shattered.

you were happy for him of course. you've been rooting for him ever since he started getting offers to play various division 1 teams. but now that your boyfriend was placed into the spotlight, you could also see all of the people who could easily take your spot as his lover. after all he had talented volleyball players, models, actors, idols and so many high status celebrities talking about him. surely he would find someone better than you who, in comparison to him, has amounted to virtually nothing.

"who said that?" sakusa asked concerned written all over his face. he sits up and pulls you into his embrace but you turn away from him.

"nobody..." you trail off, not wanting to admit that the person who put these ideas into your head was in fact yourself.

"please tell me what's going on. it can't be nobody putting those useless thoughts into your head," sakusa says soothingly as he twirls your hair around his finger gently.

"its just that... "you start but you cut yourself off. "it's nothing."

"it's not nothing. not if it has you this sad," sakusa says and you feel compelled to cry your heart out to him. to tell him about all of your worries and doubts. but what if it burdens him? he already has enough on his plate. the more you thought about it however, the less you could keep it in.

"i can't figure out why you would love someone like me. aren't i just bringing you down? sooner or later you'll find someone you love more and you won't even spare me a glance when leave. and every time i think about you leaving me i get so scared but i can't even be mad about it because if i were you i would leave me too," you finally say, tears falling down your cheeks as you finally verbalized the thoughts you held for years.

"i would never leave you. never in any lifetime of mine that i would leave you," sakusa says, trying to soothe you but your crying doesn't stop.

"i should've just stayed quiet and enjoyed my time as your s/o while it lasts. i shouldn't be this upset over the fact that you'll leave me because it's fated to happen."

sakusa pulls you into a tight embrace and as much as you want to push away, you give into his hug. he's whispering something but you can't make out what he's saying over your uneven breaths.

"y/n, i love everything about you. and i mean it. nobody, for the entirety of our relationship and before, ever came close." he brings his hands to you face and wipes your tears away with his thumb.

"but-"

"no buts."

after a few moments of silence, sakusa speaks up again.

"you know... the day you asked me out... i was going to confess to you the next day. i was so surprised, i had everything prepared and you come out of nowhere telling me that you liked me," sakusa says.

"but i was so happy you know? happier than winning the collegiate mvp. i mean for years i just had to silently deal with my feelings and who would've known that the person of my dreams is here in my arms. god, i don't even know where to start. i just... my feelings for you goes beyond love. i can't even form into words how hard my heart beats for you."

sakusa always had a way with words whenever the subject came to you. which is why you could never beat him in an argument no matter how ridiculous.

he leans in to you and places a soft kiss on your tear stained cheek. then he places another, following the trail before reaching your lips. he presses the kiss there a little longer than the gentle pecks he left on your cheeks.

you tilt your head slightly, letting your lips lock with his. you stay like that until one of you broke for air. you're greeted with sakusa's smiling face. a smile where it reaches his eyes and he's looking at you with such fondness you felt your heart skip a beat like it was the first time you had laid eyes on him.

"don't worry, i'll love you enough for the both of us. nobody will come between us, not even the stupid voices in your head." and just give me a couple weeks my love. a couple more weeks i'll prove to you how i love you by putting a ring on your finger.

[pinkaditty]

Who's Passing NNN? Tokyo Debunker Pt 2

this is SO cliche i know. please. let me... have this...

a/n: 2 posts in less than 24 hours!?!?! yes!!! enjoy, please. im kinda proud of these. not even gonna tell y'all how i am bc u already know. quick disclaimer that i write these under the assumption the tokyo debunker boys are at least 18 years old. they appear to be present at a university considering there are professors and a chancellor. not to mention the boys drink, smoke, gamble, and refer to themselves as adults. summary: part 2 of the whole 'who out of the tokyo debunker boys is passing NNN?' thing. pretty self-explanatory. cw: fictional men jorking it!!!!!! MINORS DNI!!!!!!!! not really proofread i fear Frostheim || Vagastrom || Jabberwock || Sinostra || Hotarubi || Obscuary || Mortkranken (jabberwock already written yea currently working on sinostra)

MINORS DNI AS USUAL! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!

Vagastrom:

Alan Mido: Fail

NOW! Before you jump me! He failed by accident. Forgot it was November. Needed to get his rocks off after everything pissing him off for a while. Sometimes though, he manages to hold out for a while. 

He’s working on a car right now, laying on the car roller, fixing it up after an unfortunate accident while dealing with an external anomaly. He lets his thoughts wander as he fixes the car. So many things had pissed him off this week. Ishibashi needing to meet at ridiculous times, Leo being unreliable, even his grades slipping. This car was just one of them. Maybe he needed to blow off some steam. Maybe he could go for a drive? No, not enough. Spar? No, he’d already taken enough of Sho’s time. Maybe… a different way? 

A sudden itch makes itself known just as he thinks that. He stiffens under the car, clenching his jaw. None of that. He was in the garage. He had to hold it together. He shakes his head and continues working on the car, ignoring the itch. He tries to come up with other ways to blow off steam. Studying, exercising, anything. The itch grows stronger. He sighs angrily and forces his attention on the car. He was in the garage, for fuck’s sake. The itch continues and then grows into a twitch. He presses his thighs together on impulse, before realizing how that may look and coughing, spreading his legs apart again. He bites his tongue and continues fixing the car as the twitching persists. His face becomes flushed and his composure cracks just a little. He couldn’t ignore his twitching cock forever.

And, maybe it’d be a good way to blow off some steam… 

Shohei Haizono: Pass

Well. As much as it seems like he may have a crazy sex drive, and as much as I would like to subscribe to that idea, I just don’t think it’s true. He doesn’t have a strong one. That said, he hardly goes a month without masturbating. He manages, but when he goes so long without it, it can get kinda frustrating. 

There were far too many customers today, he thinks. He’d gone several days without being able to wind down, since his food truck had been so busy. He’s glad for the success, but it’s become so time-consuming. The feeling had come out of nowhere, but since the last few customers and all throughout cleaning up, he’d been feeling a little pent up. His half-hard cock pressed insistently against his pants as he wiped down the counter, ensuring it was clean before he let out an exhausted sigh. The cool night air responded with crickets chirping and some owls hooting. 

Well… There wasn’t anyone around. 

Before he knows it, he’s turned off the lights, tucked himself underneath the counter where he wouldn’t be visible, and has eagerly pulled his cock out. He can’t be bothered to care about his surroundings as he starts, biting the sleeve of his uniform to prevent himself from being heard. Unfortunately, some light, breathy groans escape through the fabric of his shirt, but the noise mingles well with the pap pap pap sound of his hand over his cock and the shuffling sound of his legs opening and closing, overwhelmed with pleasure. His body shakes as he releases, careful to catch it in his palms, not wanting to have to clean again. When clarity finally hits, he sighs and shakes his head, observing his mess. God, how many sanitation laws did he just break?

And… did he remember to close the window?

Leo Kurosagi: Pass (Miserably)

Had to be clear. Yes, he passes, but barely, and miserably so. He’s doing it for clout and he’s posting about it, too. He’s letting his fans run wild with speculation at his announcement and letting them make all the claims they want when he successfully completes it. However, I’m quite confident that the second it was December 1st, Leo couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.

November 31st, 11:59pm. He lays on his bed with a half-hard cock pressing unyieldingly against his boxers and his phone in his hand with a drafted post congratulating himself for completing NNN, ready to be sent the moment that clock hit December 1st, 12:00am. He keeps his eyes fixated on the time, letting his hand drift downwards and hold himself through his pajama pants. The time still hasn’t changed. He gives himself a light squeeze, and is shocked at the needy sigh that passes through his lips. Fuck, he just needed this time to change. He just needed this time to change. He bites his lip, keeping the pressure on his cock as he gently strokes through his pants. He shifts his legs around, progressively getting more and more antsy as he stared at the time. 11:59 still. Who knew a minute could last so fucking long? He continues stroking gently, getting himself to full mast, twitching the entire time. 

Just as he’s about to give up, the time changes. 12:00am at last. He hurriedly presses “Post” and practically tosses his phone to the side, reaching inside his pajama pants and boxers to wrap a hand around his stiffened cock. He wastes no time in stroking, surprising even himself with his needy whines and unintelligible phrases and throaty moans. He spreads his legs apart and grips his thigh with his free hand, speeding up his pace. He moans through gritted teeth before his eyes roll back and his jaw goes slack, yielding a strangled moan as he covers his hands and pajamas with his release. He allows his legs to collapse on the bed, and picks up his phone again, checking his post. 

1k likes, 200 comments. It was 12:01am. Sheesh, that didn’t take him long at all…

a/n: wowee! i spit this out at 2am yesterday and fine-tuned it 2day so enjoy. eat this. i will be back 2 post jabberwock's soon, hopefully.

note that, as per usual, i enjoy likes, comments, and reblogs!! please tell me how much you enjoyed my work!

[beneatheaven]

masked sex with beomgyu

lowercase intended, 1,841 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact

you weren't one for parties. you would have rather been in your dorm studying or under your covers sleeping. but your friends insisted on you going out to this halloween party. dress up, sexy for once, and let loose. you gave in, because the idea of dressing up for one night of the year, as something you aren't, sounded fun.

just the cliche, out of your comfy modest clothes that covered you up. into a body fitting slim dress. with every step it wanted to ride up your thighs, and it made your boobs look good. nothing something you would ever be seen wearing..thanks to your friends for finding this for you. being dressed as the typical college angel, throwing on some wings and getting your makeup and hair done cutely.

lastly you decided to wear a mask to cover the top half of your face, with the prettiest beading. maybe if no one knew who was under the mask, you would be more confident with your actions..

still really nervous when you arrived to the party. at one of the many halloween college parties at the handful of frat houses. you looked so hot though, so you needed to feel hot. you and your friends doing a round of shots before doing anything. guys started to look at you, noticing your curves, feeling less tense now, you told your friends you were going to look for someone to dance with. they cheered for your new found confidence as you walked away.

you knew only a few people at this party, and some were familiar faces. then of course.. so many of them in costume you could either not see their face too well or had no idea who they were. although everyone is here to look hot, get drunk, and have fun.

turning around to go look somewhere else, you bumped into someone. "oh i'm sorry about that." he turned around to get a look at you. he was in a mask similar to yours, except he had fake blood splattered on it and on his face. you looked down to see he had some more on his open button up and blazer. as well on his chest that was peaking through.

"no worries you're good." "did i scare you?" he was so tall and his lips were so pretty. "no no, you don't look scary, you look pretty hot." his words making your skin jump a little. "i could say the same about you, what are you supposed to be a psycho killer?" reaching your hand out to play with the buttons on his shirt were the fake blood stains were. "yea, i left my axe somewhere but i think it's long gone." he's checking you out and how pretty you looked under the party lighting. even if he can't see you because of the mask.

"but i wanted to wear a mask because i'm not really into these things. if you saw what i looked like i think you would understand." he didn't mind your hands on his chest. "i don't know, you look pretty hot right now. who's to say you aren't like this all the time " you don't understand how you're talking like this so easily. "but i like the mask, makes you more mysterious." he laughs lightly, smirking at you. god he's so fucking hot already.

"guess you like me more than just for my scary psycho killer costume." he tries to pull you in closer to him. "maybe i do, come chase me and find out." stepping back from him. "serious, want me to chase you?" nodding at him. "okay, let's do it, better run fast."

starting to push through the crowd of people, the sound of your heels clicking against the hard floors, it was easy to follow you. at some point he saw you enter into a more secluded area of the frat house. when you entered it looked like a room they used for storage space. lots of closets and boxes everywhere. deciding to hide inside a closet, you could hear the loud music along with the sound of your heart racing. this was so fun for you.

hearing the door open following his voice. "hmm i could almost feel how scared you are." you could hear his voice a lot more clear. it was deep and sultry. he was looking around the room still until he stood in front of the closet you were hiding in. "does this turn you on? being chased by a masked stranger?" honestly yes it does, he's making you rub your thighs. trying to help that aching feeling he's giving you. "now, come out for me." he says as he opened the closet doors open. doing a playful dramatic scream for him. "so cute, how was that?" his hands finding your waist, pulling you out the closet to pin you against the wall.

"perfect, so turned on now." resting your hands on his chest leaning your lips closer to his. he sensing the tension, leaning into you and sharing a deep kiss with you. one of your hands finding its way to the back of his neck, kissing him harder, making the kiss messy. your roughness was making him moan into your mouth. his deep moans making you wetter by the minute. you don't want to hear the end of it.

he broke the kiss, making you whine, missing the feeling of his lips against yours. "so hot and sexy, wore this short dress to get fucked didn't you." heavy breathing trying to catch you breathing nodding at him. your hands going up this face, touching his mask. "god your body is so hot." his hands exploring your body, your focus still being o his face, you could see the hunger in his eyes. "off." chuckling lightly at how whiny you sound. "no not yet pretty. let me see more of you first." trusting his words, you let him continue to explore you.

his left hand holding onto your face while his right hand finds its way between your thighs. "here let me put my thumb in your mouth." parting your lips for him letting him slip his thumb inside. moaning softly for him. "such a good listener, sweet girl." his fingers pushing your panties to the side, gliding his fingers up and down your core teasing you. inserting a finger inside, making you yelp. his left going down to your waist to keep you steady.

"fuck, you're so sexy like this, yea you like this don't you? a stranger fucking his fingers into you?" "god yes yes, please." digging your fingers into his shoulders. he just knew how to talk to you.. "yea you wouldn't want me if you knew what i looked like." "n-not true, ohh please don't stop." inserting a second finger, he kept his fast movements inside you, his lips finding your neck and collarbones, covering your skin in wet sloppy kisses and a hickey here or there.

he was so alluring, looking up at you as he kissed your skin. getting lost in his stare, such pretty eyes he had. "let me see you." taking your chance, lifting the mask off his face..

you couldn't believe it, one of the hottest frat guy in your class, choi beomgyu, was fingering you and found you hot. "like what you see?" "mhmm.." pulling him up into a kiss. hands holding onto his face so he wouldn't pull away too soon but be broke the kiss to look right at you and say "now it's your turn pretty."

lifting up the mask with one hand, as his fingers stopped inside you. a small quiet whine left your lips as he saw your entire face. "of course, girls like you are so freaky." his fingers thrusting inside you again. so glad he found you hot after knowing who you really are. "b-beomgyu please-" "yea say my name like that, cream on my fingers baby."

after a couple more seconds, he took his fingers out of you. licking his fingers clean of your juices. "alright come on, lift that dress up a little more for me." as if your dress hasn't completely ridden up your thighs by now. hearing the sound of his belt and pants ruffling as he pulls them down. "here lift your leg up, yea yea around my waist." you were so wet, inserting his cock in you was a breeze.

holding onto his shoulders, as he held onto your waist to help his fast thrust. "god this costume was made to get fucked in, wasn't it?" his words making you moan, turning you on so much. there's just no way he had you like this right now. "yes, for you, j-just for you." earning a rough groan from him, cutest quiet girl in his class, was losing it all for him.

he looked so hot, his long hair faming his face perfectly. the dark lighting, with the help of the moon peaking through the blinds, you found beauty in everything about him. his lips finding yours again, neither of you would get tired of each others taste.

his thrust getting harder now, making you yelp breaking the kiss and dig your nails into his shoulders. "you like it rough don't you?" "god yes." pulling out of you until it was just the tip, just to thrust his entire length roughly. you could feel how thick he was inside you, every vein and bump, he was so perfect. "take my big cock, take it slut."

he knew how to get you going. continuously thrusting, while kissing your neck, hickeys in places you're going to have trouble covering up later. but you didn't care, you have him right now. "you close?" nodding with a whine escaping your lips. bitting down your lower lip as his thumb comes down finding your clit to rub it.

you came with a loud moan of his name, "yea scream for me, no one can hear you." getting louder and he helped ride out your high. "ohhh i'm cumming baby." feeling his seed inside you. it all just felt so good. when he pulled out of you, both of you moaned, at the feeling and sight of his cum dripping out of you, down your legs.

he made you so weak you lost your balance. "hey hey i got you." his hold on you made you feel so warm. after all that he still cared. thanking him for his sweet action. "yea, did you like that? because.. i did." still catching his breathe while he looks at you, the way your eyes shine at his words. "i did, i really did beomgyu. i wouldn't have expected this to happen if i'm being honest." getting shy under his gaze.

"me either, but i just didn't know how to approach you before. but please, after this let me take you out on a proper date." flashing a smile at you, he was so pretty. "i would love that beomgyu."

[pure-oddity]

Pt2 of my silly Simon idea (I'll link it later)

You've been propositioned by a clearly inebriated, skull clad giant. Maybe you could feel offended at the idea that you look easily bought (to be fair 20 dollars IS 20 dollars), you would have every right to rip him a new one in front of everyone here.

But you laugh. Full on cackle, the ugliest most genuine laugh you've ever had. Wether it be from nerves, embarrassment, or sheer wonder at the absolute balls on this guy.

To his credit he doesn't seem to be embarrassed at your laughter. Judging by how he leans in further you think he's quite amused himself.

"You drive a hard bargin - 5 months."

"You'll owe me a year's worth at this rate!"

"Is that what it's gonna take? Cash or check, I'm good for both. Need to see what I'm working with?"

"Okay skullboy, you know what you need?"

"A good fuckin? Yea"

"Water. A nice tall glass of water, think you've had a bit much tonight."

"Got some water back at my place, wanna make sure I drink it like a good boy?"

"Huh. Cheeky."

"Mm"

"This usually work for you? "

"Won't lie, don't act like this often. Letting loose tonight."

"Well unfortunately sweetheart-"

"Yea I'll be sweet, promise"

"-You're a bit too far gone for my taste. Maybe next time."

He looks at you, then back at the bartender.

"Add her drinks to my tab"

Another loud laugh from you, another excited huff from him. You shake your head and motion to stop the barkeep.

"I've got an early shift tomorrow sport. I'm just here for the food."

His huff isn't as amused. It's downright dejected. You coo at the big lug. You really shouldn't tease such a large man, especially a stranger. But his hunger feeds into your own. Had you just caught him earlier-

"Aww poor thing. Tell you what, you come back here tomorrow - sober - and I'll give you lockjaw"

He straightens immediately, chest puffed.

"Swear?"

"Same time tomorrow, bones."

"Simon."

"Hm?"

"Names Simon. You'll get familiar with it tomorrow"

"The balls on you! Liquid courage is one thing but you're downright egotistical."

He's quick to lift his mask up, just enough to reveal a scarred mouth. You see a less than perfect grin before a fat pink tongue rolls out with a wiggle.

[in-flvx]

I keep thinking about Edwin's dad. We know nothing about him other than he knew a lot of colourful words for people he judged. Words he said often enough that edwin picked up on them and took over his dad's judgement on people, which he keeps mirroring a century later. Edwin's family was very obviously well off, so his read on people is heavily coloured from this. He also seemed to look up to his dad, his opinion mattered to edwin, and only Charles calling him out on it because of the comment edwin made about crystal, which made him rethink that.

And it's such an interesting window into their relationship, and their social standing at large as well. It's obvious through their behaviour, down to their accents, that they aren't from the same class. Charles likely got into the boarding school through a scholarship, probably a sports scholarship (he says that it didn't matter to his dad how good he was, or how good he was at sports, he'd still get beaten) while edwin probably got in as an expected part of his life conjecture. And their first meeting is borne from compassion and a mutual understanding. But edwin used the insults his dad taught him often enough towards Charles that the latter started looking them up. Charles, due to his own upbringing, seems very used to, and takes it lightly, to be called bad things. Which is were his parental abuse and being British Indian come into play. Its par for the course. Rather words than belts and stones, probably. And he knows that edwin genuinely loves him and is committed to him, even before the confession, so he puts even less weight on them.

But yea... just thinking about Edwin growing up with neutrally okay parents, for that time. Teaching him the accepted forms of bigotry of their time. Burying his own homosexuality deep within himself. He is then surrounded by other kids who share his parents believes, and keeps to himself to stay safe. Getting into detective fiction due to his love for mysteries and compassion for the wronged parties. Spending 70 years in hell, where he probably unlearned a lot of his learned bigotry.

Getting out, and meeting this lower class, half dead, half Indian kid, who tells him he got beaten to death for protecting someone. And Charles is funny and smart, and inquisitive, he oozes charisma, charm and compassion. And he is everything Edwin's own parents are not bc of that. So Edwin falls for him. Is glad about the companionship as well, after 86 years of loneliness, 70 of which he spent in literal hell, Charles is the beacon of light, and of difference, he always craved in his own life and death. It helps that he knows that Charles won't stay long. Edwin can be open and soft, without fearing consequences, bc Charles will go to the afterlife soon anyways.

But then Charles decides to stay. With him. For him. Which is a whole other conundrum, and also exactly what Edwin had craved for longer than he knew. But edwin is still at the beginning of unlearning his upbringing, and Charles doesn't seem to mind at all when Edwin speaks his mind. So he goes on with it. He can be crass and insulting, and speak his mind, and he only learns after 30 years together that Charles might actually hurt from the things Edwin says to him, and other people. Things his father had taught him...

[littlxpxtal]

Therefore I Am

TYRANTS || STORY MASTERLIST PAIRING: rafe cameron x fem!reader WARNINGS: MDNI 18+ Content, swearing, sexual content, drug and alcohol use, violence WORD COUNT: 3.7K

Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel

Top of the world, but your world isn't real

Your world's an ideal

So, go have fun

I really couldn't care less

And you can give 'em my best, but just know

I'm not your friend or anything, damn

You think that you're the man

November

“Okay so I made this cute ass invite on this website and you can send it out as a text blast.” Sabrina explains to me as we walk to first period together. 

“Sab who are you planning on inviting?” I ask. She was keen on throwing me a huge blowout for my 18th. I had gotten better at making friends on Figure 8 but there was a pit of doubt inside me that anyone would actually show up.

“We have to invite everyone whos anyone. Adn they’ll forsure come cus we haven’t had a big rager since Halloween. Everyone is fiending for a party. And everyone is talking about how cool you are.” I roll my eyes at this last declaration.

“No they are not Sab what are you even talking about.” I ask before we walk into the classroom.

“You’ve really impressed everyone at all of my pregames, and even Rafe’s friend group thinks you’re cool. Everyones obsessed with your style, and are dying to know why you’ve spent the last three years wasting time on the cut.” she whispers as we take our seats.

“How do you even know Rafe’s friends like me?” I pull out my history book and homework, feeling my face flush at the thought of them talking about me.

“Just trust me I know.”

“You know, I’m inviting my friends from the cut.” I say with a straight face, dreading her response.

“Y/N … Why would you do that?” she asks, pulling out her supplies.

“Cus they’re my friends. If it’s my party I should be able to invite whoever I want.” I state matterof factly. 

“That may cause some problems.” she mumbles before the bell rings. “Im sending the text blast out at lunch. If there’s anyone you dont want there let me know, or else its going to my entire contacts list.” she hisses to me before the teacher starts taking attendance. 

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I adjust the strapless black mini dress on my chest, fidgeting with the zipper on the side before Sabrina walks into my room. 

“People are going to start coming in 10 are you ready yet?” she asks, holding a red solo cup out to me.

“Yea, just gotta put on my lipstick. Whats this?”

She smirks and walks over to my full length mirror.

“A concoction just for the birthday girl.” she teases, pulling out her phone to take a picture.

“Get in this with me.” she says. I pose in the mirror with her and take a small sip of the drink, practically choking.

“What the fuck is in this Sab?” I ask, stuggling to keep myself from yakking.

“My version of a tequila sunrise. Mostly tequila.” she says sweetly, taking a sip form her own cup.

“Yea I can tell.” The doorbell rings and my eyes widen.

“I’ll get it. Hurry up!” she exclaims, running out of my room. I take a deep breath and take the berry shade of lipstick I bought for tonight out and start applying in the mirror. I decide to take a selfie of myself, admiring the way the dress fit around my curves. 

Somehow Sabrina convinced my parents to let me have this party at my place and got them out of town for the weekend. They were easily convinced by her sweet talk, and were encouraged by the fact that I had been making friends at Kildare Academy. They were more than happy to give Sabrina and me their credit card to buy decorations and even allowed us to use some of the liquor from their cabinet. 

I made my way up the stairs to see the living room was starting to fill with familiar faces I had seen in the hallways. I admired my house filled with helium balloons and silver streamer curtains. The room was illuminated with a large disco ball and LED lights. The DJ started playing music in the backyard.

“I think we’re gonna have a big turn out.” Sabrina says when she finally reaches me.

“Do these people actually know what they’re even here for?”

“Of course they do. I even made a card box for people to give you gifts.”

“Sabrina, I don’t want any of these peoples money.” I say confused.

“These people come from old money its practically tradition. Plus theyre drinking the booze we bought so its like an entry fee.” she says giggling and grabbing my hand, leading me to the backyard.

“You got the playlist I sent right?” she asks the DJ. I recognized him immediately, he was a barista at the cafe I always went to when I used to hang in the cut. He smiles softly at me and I thank him for being here tonight. 

“There’s the birthday girl!” I hear someone shout from the backdoor. I turn around to see Topper, Kelce, Rafe a group of random girls surrounding them. He’s holding a handle of Titos up in the air.

“TOP!” Sabrina exclaims, dragging me over to greet them.

“Happy birthday Y/N” he says, greeting me in a hug. “This is for you, from all of us.” he says handing me the large bottle. I stare at in shock and laugh.

“Thanks guys.” I respond. Before I can greet Kelce or Rafe, Sabrina takes the bottle from my hands.

“Shots?” she asks the group. The guys cheer in response and she leads them back inside the the kitchen where the cups were.

“Happy birthday.” Rafe whispers in my ear, trailing right behind me. I feel goosebumps rise on my arms. “You look good.” he murmurs as we reach the counter.

“TO Y/N” Sabrina declares and we raise the shot glasses up to the cieling

“TO ME!” I Cheer before downing the shot. I hiss at the burning in my throat and squeeze my eyes closed. 

More people fill into my living room and start piling into the backyard. I’m greeted with hugs and fist bumps from people I vaguely remember, they thank me for inviting them and I have to pretend like I’m the one who even made the invite in the first place. 

I finally check my phone for the first time since people started arriving.

Sarah Cameron

We’re pulling up in a sec

I smile at my phone and scan the room to see if they’ve arrived.

“You waitin on someone?” I hear Rafe ask from behind me.

“Yea Sarah’s comin.” I say without looking back at him. 

“I assume that means the clowns will be making an appearance as well.” he asks, finally standing next to me, his arm brushing against my shoulder.

“Play nice it’s my birthday.” I remind him, taking a sip from my birthday concoction.

“Long as they play nice too.” he responds before walking off. I roll my eyes and scan the room again. They still weren’t anywhere in sight, so I walk off to mingle with my guests.

I find a familiar face in the sea of people and make my way to him.

“Hi Noah.” I say, interrupting his conversation with a girl I had never seen befroe.

“Hey Y/N . Happy birthday!” he says before pulling me into a hug. It lingers for a little too long and I feel my cheeks blush when he finally releases me. 

“This is a great party. Much better than my 18th.” he says, standing close and leaning down to be eye level with me.

“Whadid you do for yours?” I ask, trying to hide my disgust as I take another sip from the drink Sab made me.

“I had the flu. I had to go to the hospital and everything.” he says shurgging his shoulders.

“Damn that sounds awful. You can pretend tonights your birthday if you want.” I say, trying to cheer him up. I feel his eyes scan my body up and down and he inches closer.

“Well I know what I would want for my present.” he whispers. I bite my lip and giggle.

“Cute” I say in response. From the corner of my eye I spot JJ and I run towards him.

“JJ!” I shriek, throwing myself into his arms. He lifts me up and spins me around.

“Happy birthday doll. You have hella friends now huh?” he asks giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I dont know half of these people. Sabrina just invited them.” I say in response. He smirks and scans the room.

“Whos the dude who was practically eye fucking you?” he says, I glance over to see he’s giving a death glare to Noah.

“Kid I know from Kook academy.” I shrug.

“BIRTHDAY GIRL!” Kiara shouts, popping up from behind JJ.

“Kie!” I squeeze her with all my might. I feel a rush of excitement fill my body as people I actually knew and loved were finally here. John B and Pope pile into our hug.

“Where’s Sarah?” 

“She went looking for you. Looks like she ran into her brother though.” John B says, nudging his head over towards the back of the kitchen. I direct the group to follow me, leading them through the crowd of people stuffed into my living room. I trip over a ballon on the floor, and feel an arm reach out to help me gain my balance. I look up to see its Rafe.

“Thanks” I mumble, pulling my arm away from his grip. I direct my attention away from him and smile at Sarah

“Happy birthday girl! I heard Rafe got you a present and I think it’s only appropriate that we indulge.” she says, wiggling her eyebrows and holding up the half empty handle of titos up at me.

She fills up shots enough for everyone including Rafe. His body is blocking me from being in the circle, so I shove past him, forcing my way into the center. 

I look at Kiara and smirk, “arriba! abajo! al centro! pa dentro!” We cheer. The group finishes the shot and I find myself brave from the liquid courage I had just been given. I pull a chair out from behind the counter and stand on top of it.

“THANK YOU FOR COMING AND CELEBRATING MY 18TH WITH ME!” I Shout to the crowd of people in the kitchen and dining area. “LETS GET FUCKED UP!” I shout.

Pope hands me a Natty Lite from his book bag and I tip it to its side, cracking the bottom open with my teeth. For a second I realize my inner pogue is coming out. But I decide I didn’t give a fuck. It was my fucking birthday. 

I crack open the can and inhale the beer in 3 chugs. I crush the can with my hand and toss it out into the crowd. The room erupts in cheers and I turn around to my friends seeing their shocked yet excited expressions on their faces.

“Lets fucking dance.” I say. JJ walks up to the chair and puts out his arms.

“Lets go dance princess.” he says, pulling me down into his arms, placing me softly on the ground. I grab his hand,  leading them to the backyard where the DJ began blasting the Pursuit of Happiness remix. 

The backyard area is filled with people already dancing. I squish us into the center of the crowd and notice that Rafe and his friends decided to join. 

I feel my body moving along to the beat, not giving a care in the world, sticking my hands up in the air and letting the crowd's movements take me around the circle. Dancing face to face with Sarah, her back against John B’s.

Our bodies are squeezed together and I slowly grind against hers before I’m pushed to the side and end up in front of Kiara. She’s dancing against Pope and I remember I need to ask her how that situation is coming along. Before I can lean into ask, my body is moved again to be in the center of the circle.  I take a few steps back to the beat and spin around.

Losing my balance, I end up with my back pressed against a tall figure. His arms softly grab my hips. If I didn’t know any better I would assume it was JJ. But I look over to see him standing in between John B and Pope. I crane my neck to look and see its Rafe, with a slight smirk on his face. 

I decide to play along, turning my body to face his. His hands move furth up my back, running them up and down as I grind my body against his. I keep my eyes closed, refusing to make eye contact with him, trying to show that I would dance with literally anyone like this. I wrap my hands up around his neck and jump around to the beat before the song stops and there’s silence amongst the crowd. I drop my hands from his neck and whip my head towards the DJ, and see Sabrina standing up there with a lit up cake.

She grabs a microphone from the DJ and begins singing Happy Birthday to me. I feel my face get hot and body tense, realizing that everyone was staring at me, singing along in unison. My worst nightmare. She makes her way through the crowd, everyone making a path for her to reach me. 

When she finally does the song is almost over and I feel tears brimming in my eyes. Mainly becomes I’m so drunk and overwhelmed with anxiety from what was happening. 

“Make a wish!” I close my eyes and blow the candles out. The crowd erupts into a cheer and the DJ starts up a new song, everyone returning back to where they were before the serenading.

“I hate you.” I say, as we walk to the kitchen.

“Noooo you love me. And look at all these people here for YOU.” I give her side hug as she places the cake on the counter.

“Thanks for doing this for me.” I say. She turns to face me with a large grin spread across her face. “I’m glad we met.”

“Stop being sappy and go back out and dance.” she says, pushing me towards the back door.

“I have to pee first” I say, making my way towards the basement door. I make my way down the stairs to my room. After finishing my business I walk back into my room and see Rafe inspecting my bookshelf.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I ask, startled at his intrusion.

He doesn't respond, just glances over, eyeing my body up and down before picking a book off of the shelf. 

“You read a lot of fiction.” he states.

I walk over and grab the book out of his hand. 

“I asked you a question.” I place the book back in its place and turn to face him.

“I was curious.” he says, shrugging.

“Okay, well I’d like you to leave now.” I say pointing towards the door.

“No you don’t,” he says, stepping closer to me. So close I can smell his cologne. It was woody yet musky. Dior Sauvage I would guess, making a mental note to check it out at the mall next time I got the chance. 

“You say that like you know what I want.”

“Cause I do.” he says, staring down into my eyes.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m Rafe fucking Cameron. And you’re just some girl who has a birthday party with kids she doesnt even know. I see right through you.”

“Im not just some girl, who do you think you are talking to me like that?” I feel rage flowing through my body and I take a step closer, our chests practically touching. His chest is rising with deep breaths and I glance at his hands that are balled into fists.

“You think you’re hot shit now that you hang with kids on figure 8. But they won’t forget where your loyalties lie. You proved it tonight by inviting your fucking pogues.” I roll my eyes.

“Is that what this is about? Cus I invited my best friends? They’re just people Rafe. You and your loser friends only care about labels. We’re not even fucking friends why are you here if you’re so hung up on who I invited?” 

“You think anyone would be here if I wasn’t?” I scoff at his arrogance.

“God you’re so full of yourself. Get a grip.” 

Everything happens in an instant. His body moves forcefully against mine, pushing me into my closet door. I wince at the abrupt force. His arms are planted on the door above my head and he dips his face to meet mine.

“You're not as cool as you think you are pretty girl. You can stand on a table and shotgun all the beers you want. You can dance like a fucking slut at any party but that’s all anyone gonna remember you by. A party girl with no personality.” I feel tears well in my eyes at his bitter words.

“You act like your entire personality isnt partying. You live in a fucking fantasy world where its cool to do coke and fuck random girls like its a well respected hobby. You don’t know shit about my personality because I would never let someone like you know anything about me.” I spit back.

He stands silent for a second, his breathing hard and heavy. My eyes meet his, tears no longer threatening to spill over. All I feel is hot rage and red staring into his blue eyes. His right-hand moves from above my head to grip the back of my neck. He pauses as if he's second-guessing his next move.

Before I can think of a response his mouth collides with mine. I melt into his touch, tasting the liquor shared between our breath and his cool tongue grazing over my bottom lip. Reluctantly I let out a groan, frustrated that he was a good kisser. He moves his mouth aggressively against mine, pushing me hard against the wall. My hands finally move from my sides up into his hair giving a slight tug. 

He finally releases his grip from the back of my neck and I gasp out trying to catch my breath when I hear screaming from outside. I decided it would be quicker to get to the back through the sliding door in my room that leads to a small patio on the side of the house. I run out and around the house to see a commotion happening on the dance floor.

My breath hitches and goosebumps rise across my body as I realize what is happening. Rafe trails behind me as I get closer to the group of people fighting, seeing JJ and Pope getting kicked around on the ground

“WHAT THE FUCK” I screech, pushing through the crowd, trying to pull the guys off of my friends. I turn around to Rafe.

“HELP ME” I ask, He runs his hands through his hair, contemplating on what he should do

“Please” I beg before turning around to try and pick JJ off the ground. I turn around to see Rafe grab the idiot off of Pope and help Pope stand up.

“PARTYS OVER” He roars across the crowd. The DJ instantly turns off the music and I see Sabrina running over to the scene. I’m holding JJ up with my arms as he limps over with blood smeared across his face. 

“JJ what happened? Where’s Sarah and John B?” I ask. I then realize JJ is drunk out of his mind and cant even look straight. 

I turn around to see Pope is sitting on a chair with Rafe standing next to him.

“Pope what happened, where is everyone?”

The crowd starts to clear and I tug JJ along to sit next to Pope.

“They went looking for you and some kooks started talking shit about us being here and…” he trails off. “Sorry to ruin your birthday Y/N”

“I know its your birthday n all but I really dont think these people wanted us here.” JJ finally says.

“No shit.” I hear John B saying behind me.

“There you guys are. What the fuck happened I left for 5 minutes and these fools are getting curb stomped?”

“These are your new fucking friends lets remember that” JJ Says, finally standing. “Look, we love you Y/N. But its not a good idea for us to be comin to any of these events again.” he says harshly.

“But I wanted you guys here.”

“And we wanted to be here to support you but, JJs right Y/N. Its never a good outcome for us to be in Figure 8.” John B says, pulling Pope off of the chair. “Lets go guys.”

I stand there feeling hopeless. I wasnt allowed back on the cut, and if my friends wouldnt come to my side of the island, I would never see them.

“But- but” I stammer. 

Sabrina interrupts the moment tugging my arm to face her.

“Hey, I’m gonna go but I’ll be back in the morning to help you clean okay?” Sabrina says, nudging her head over to the top of the patio where the DJ was standing there, with all his stuff packed up. “He’s gonna walk me home.” she says with a smirk. 

“Okay I’ll see you.” I turned to realize my friends were making their way towards the front door. 

“Guys please dont leave.” I plead catching up with them.

“We gotta get them home Y/N,” Kie says, holding Popes hand. 

“I’ll text you when were back okay? I hope you had a good birthday.” she says, giving me a kiss on my cheek and opening the front door.

“I’ll see you soon okay?” Sarah says, giving me a tight squeeze before walking out with the rest of them. I watch them walk down my driveway, feeling defeated and angry. 

I turn around and slam the front door shut, looking around the room to see a mess of red solo cups, streamers and popped balloons all over the floor. I rip my heels off my feet and walk towards my basement door before I hear the back door slide open.

“I don’t think we were finished.”

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[sytoran]

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓.

completely and entirely based on 'taunt' by lovejoy.

──── ☕ pairing. wanda maximoff x gn!reader

──── ☕ cont. high school/college!au, gn!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, implied sexual references, homophobia, "best friends", unrequited love, vision's an ass, you deserve better, but i had to do it, wanda's nose-scrunch is a recurring theme, look me in the eyes and tell me i'm wrong for that.

──── ☕ note. my angst brainrot with wanda maximoff. she's kinda-but-not-realy-but-yea homophobic (???) i'm so sorry, for once i capitalize my words but only this time for uniformity

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The first time you see Wanda Maximoff, you think she’s taunting you.

She's always asking, "Am I alright?"

As if auspicious or in my pint

She stares at you from across the classroom. Iridescent, mischievous, calculating. You blink slowly. What do you want? Your eyes ask. Hers don’t answer.

I'll find the answer or a good night

Thank God the time is short

The moment ends before your brain can wrap itself around the situation. Those eyes flicker away. You swear you’re hallucinating, but it was the Wanda Maximoff that just stared at you for a moment too long, right?

Popular but in a cool way, dark but humorous, casual but breathtaking — that Wanda Maximoff, right?

And, yes, you always do that one thing

When you wrinkle up the nose bridge

The next time you see Wanda Maximoff, she’s not standing that far away at all. Instead, right up next to you. Almost delving into your personal space.

She’s just curious. That’s all, you tell yourself. It was a coincidence that she sat there, a matter of circumstance.

Her books have crossed that line of boundaries, chair a little too close. Her elbow is merely an inch from yours. It’s really nothing.

You shrug it off, because Wanda hasn’t said a single word to you.

The redhead’s response comes in nothing more than a nose-scrunch.

I'm trying to figure out what that meant

Wrinkling her nose bridge, eyes narrowed in a bitten-back chortle, glimmering with amusement. You follow her line of vision in silent contemplation.

You freeze when you see her fingers tracing the pride sticker on your file.

Fingertips, scratching the already fading sticker. The nose-scrunch doesn’t seem that friendly anymore.

A rainbow becomes a sea of black. A coldness washes over you.

I took it as a taunt

After that incident, the two of you never did speak for nearly five months. High school graduation happened soon after, and then Wanda Maximoff tasted like a distant memory.

Remember way back then in school?

It’s less history, and more present. Truth or dare, college classes.

You never thought you’d see her again, to be honest, but life swung by however it pleased. Apparently, life swung towards inexplicably alluring women.

Of course, Wanda being Wanda, had taken the dare for nearly every single round.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A drinking challenge, with Steve Rogers, who tapped out three rounds before her. Done.

Did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

A tattoo, from the shitty parlor down the street. Done.

And I don't think I have a clue

The word ‘kiss’ falls from Valkyrie’s lips before you can help it, because it’s Wanda’s turn again and you’re a hopeless fool.

Wanda’s been dared to kiss you.

'Cause, well, did anybody ever say no to you?

‘Levitating’ by Dua Lipa has never felt heavier. The music is ringing in your ears. Cheers turn into wolf-whistles, turn into chants. Your skin prickles.

Oh, did anybody ever say no to you? Woah

You couldn’t say no to her.

Before Wanda can brush off with a charming smile that no, you’re not comfortable with it, or before her eyes can bring up bitter memories from three years ago — you pull her into a kiss.

A hand resting on her annoyingly soft cheek. Your thumb finds the divine urge to run over her flushed cheeks and sharp cheekbones, but restraint pushes you back.

When you break from the kiss, your eyes are unsettled, because why did that feel good? You ignore the hoots from your friends, instead send a slow smile to the flustered mess that was Wanda.

You could taunt her as well.

You're always trying to leave the table

Phone calls, toilet breaks, unstable

Wanda Maximoff is not fine.

She has not been, since she started dating Jarvis. You don’t care, you really don’t.

But when he drops her hand and brushes her off mid-speech, you think you might find the strength in you to break a neck.

I’m fine, Wanda insists. I’m happy, so you can leave me alone. For once. Just ‘cause you’re gay doesn’t mean everyone is, alright?

Swallowing down a lump in your throat, you walk away with defiant eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

Wanda’s a good liar.

And don't you think that we can all tell?

You're insecure, you're insecure

Wanda Maximoff, to you, is shitty diners, and expired bubblegum, and late night car drives to quiet lakes.

Under the prerequisite of friends, that is.

I guess I always do that one thing

When I get too drunk and jump in

You don’t mean it, you really don’t, when your fist flies and happens to knock into Jarvis’ nose on a hot Wednesday night.

He’s just been such a bitch to Wanda, and she’s just your best friend, you know, but there’s a line — there’s a line that you have every right to cross when he forgets her birthday, and she starts crying, and he gets mad.

To figure out what makes your brain tick

You don’t hold yourself back from spitting a snarl of foul words when Jarvis shoves past you. Wanda’s yelling at you, but you’re too tired to care.

Even Tony, so obstinate and so proud, gives you a sympathetic smile.

You’ve never hit a harder rock bottom.

I'm a listener, I'm a listener

When Wanda breaks down into your arms later that night, body wracking with heavy sobs and gasps for air, you listen.

You let her punch your shoulder, then you stroke her back, and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. It was all you’d ever be.

Until she pushed you down onto that rackety bed, meeting your lips along the way. Iridescent, mischievous, miscalculated.

Forget the number for the cab call

As you're dashing out the front door

The next morning is a rush, with Wanda grabbing this after that, saying that she was sorry, and she’d make it up to you. She also calls you a reliable friend, and you want to sink into the depths of darkholds.

She was halfway out the door before you opened your eyes.

You claim to try to dodge the catcalls

Exactly one week later, when you see Jarvis pushing Wanda up against the wall, your heart collapses in on itself.

She was your first love, and you were her little taunt.

Thank God the time is short

Weeks fly by, but it feels strangely quick. You’ve grown numb to the sights of Wanda and her stupidly pretty boyfriend.

And, yes, you always do that one thing

An informal college graduation party, at the same shitty diner with the same shitty pop music.

You don’t really know what you’re doing when you pull a pretty girl into a kiss, after about five minutes of flirting and fifty minutes of alcohol.

'Cause when you throw and drench me under your drink

Cranberry juice stains your white shirt in a few moments. You break away from the kiss, hardly surprised to see Wanda Maximoff with her face redder than her flaming hair, a now-emptied glass about to snap in her hands.

I'm trying to figure out what that means

You can’t feel, not when she was everything to you but you were nothing more than a friend.

“What’s the big issue?” you had drawled, eyes narrowed as you surveyed Wanda with a painfully indifferent expression. “Friends can kiss each other, right?”

The silence is loud.

Wanda’s nose scrunches, a painful imprintment into your godforsaken memory, and a dagger is stabbed into your gut because this time, because you know she's trying not to cry.

Her nose is scrunching, not because she's taunting you, but because she's blinking back tears, and her bottom lip is trembling so much. So, so much.

It’s stupid, the way you’re holding back tears yourself — you want to shout, and scream, because what did you fucking do to deserve the way she treated you.

But you join in with your friends on the cruel laughter, because you don’t know what else to do. Because she was never yours.

The last time you see Wanda Maximoff, you know she’s not taunting you, but you so desperately want to believe she is.

I took it as a taunt

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i was not fine when i wrote this. i'm going through my depressed arc because i'll never be truly accepted by my parents (bawls)

the fancy line breaks are from @u-uwin

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[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: This chapter is NC-17. They finally do it.

Warning: Swearing, sex, Cupcake is chatty and prolly a little bratty. Buggy is a worried boyfriend. Lots of talking during sex but its their first time together and I had a feeling it would happen tbh. Communication is key.

A/N: It starts. I aint a pro at writing porn.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 9

Morning came with Buggy practically on top of you as he slept, arms wrapped around you with your legs tangled together. You were waking up, trying to stretch your muscles, but it was difficult with your current position. Your head felt a little tender but the bandage managed to stay on. Sighing, you tried to wriggle away from him but he just tightened his hold on you. 

“Buggy, babe, I gotta pee.” You told him as you tried to shake him awake. “Lemme go.”

“Few more minutes.” He mumbled against your neck where he was currently nestled against. You rolled your eyes and managed to reach his ass, giving him a pinch which seemed to shock him awake. You took the chance to get out of bed to get to the toilet to have a few minutes of privacy. After washing your hands, you sighed when you saw the water splashed onto your shirt. You didn’t want to go back to bed with that on so you stripped the shirt off.

Once you were done, you checked the bandage before going back to the bedroom and crawling back into bed, snuggling up against him as he continued dozing. His arms went back around you and he pulled you against him, never bothering to open his eyes.

“How's your head?” He asked as he tucked his face back against your neck as your fingers slid up and down his bare arm slowly. “Do you feel okay today?”

“Mm, I feel fine. It's a little tender but I'm okay.” You told him as you closed your eyes. “I just wanna sleep for the rest of the day.”

“Don't see why not.” Buggy sighed as he tilted his head enough to start peppering kisses along your neck. “I'll keep you company. Call it a day off for both of us.” He opened one eye and looked you over. “Where’s your shirt?”

“Yea, but there’s um, I got things to do.” You murmured as his hand moved between your legs. “Like… things. Laundry. My shirt got wet in the bathroom, so I should get out of bed and start working on laundry.”

“The captain orders you to stay in bed.” Was his response as his fingers slid over the crotch of your underwear, teasing you and causing you to gasp. “This okay?”

You could only nod, a moan escaping you as he pushed your panties aside, dipping into your folds as he sucked a spot on your neck. You spread your legs for him, eyes closed as he touched you. He mumbled something against your skin before ripping your underwear off, tossing them aside before shifting positions and settling himself between your legs. He moved your legs over his shoulders, resting them there as he dragged his tongue over your slit, looking up at you. 

It took you a moment to register what was happening. One moment he was kissing your neck and now he was down between your legs, smirking up at you as he held your legs apart, tongue swirling around your clit before dragging over your entrance. It was almost too much for a moment, the sensation, and you had only ever had one partner before this and that was years ago, one time with the neighbor’s son when you both were 19, and it was dumb and uncomfortable and you didn’t think you’d want to try it again unless it was the right partner. 

And currently your partner was using his Devil Fruit powers on you.

While he stayed between your legs, arms holding your legs apart for him, his hands were on your breasts, kneading them, pinching and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers. You were gripping the bed sheets in your hands, moaning and whimpering for him as he sucked on your clit. 

And Buggy wanted this to be perfect for you, your first time with him. He held off for months, wanting you to feel safe and comfortable with him, only ever kissing you and holding you. Last night would have been it had the two of you not been interrupted, so this morning seemed like the best time. No one would dare wake the captain up unless it was serious.

One of his hands left your breast, moving down between your legs as Buggy pulled back for a moment. You lifted your head to look at him, confusion on your face, and before you could ask what was wrong, he pressed a finger into you as he watched you for a reaction, making sure you were okay. Your head fell back against the pillows as you sighed loudly. 

“Fuck, Buggy, don’t stop like that.” You managed to say as you reached down, placing your hand on his head and pushing down gently. “Please don’t stop.”

“Mm, don’t tell the captain what to do.” He retorted, finger pumping into you slowly. “D’you want me to actually fuck you, Cupcake?”

“Yes, asshole, obviously!” You whined. “I wanted you to fuck me last night!”

“I wasn’t going to do it when I was upset!” Buggy told you as he pushed in a second finger. “I want this to be romantic and… and great for you, okay? I don’t want to hurt you!”

You threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on his hair gently as his fingers curled, brushing over your g-spot. While you appreciated him being thoughtful, you wanted him to fuck you into the mattress. You weren’t as fragile as he seemed to think you were. You were about to tell him, let him know you wanted him to actually fold you in half and get with it already, when his mouth was back on your clit as he fingered you. You were moaning for him, pushing on the back of his head as he kept his attention on your clit. 

He wanted to ask if you were okay but you were pushing down on his head, not wanting him to stop just yet, and he decided to add a third finger. Your juices were coating his fingers, he could feel you clench, your breathing hitched and he gave your clit a final suck which had you cumming, gripping his hair and pulling his hair as you cried out for him. 

“Ya still want me to fuck you?” He asked, smirking up at you from between your legs, the makeup on his face more smudged than before and his chin and lips coated in your juices. You nodded, pulling on his hair again, but he managed to get you to let go, grabbing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head as he sat up and stripped off his pants. He spat into his hand, giving himself a few strokes before pressing the tip against you and pushing his hips forward. 

He released your wrists and you reached for him, pulling him down on top of you as you kissed him. He put one hand on your hip while the other rested on the bed as he pressed in all the way, bottoming out before giving you a moment to adjust. He could feel you tense up, the hitch in your breathing at the sudden fullness. He stilled, rubbing your hip slowly as he kissed you, waiting for you to give him the go ahead. 

“You good, Cupcake?” He asked, breaking the kiss as he studied your face. You nodded after a moment, rocking your hips against his. “Use your words.”

“‘m fine, Buggy.” You mumbled, nails digging into his back. “Please fuck me now.”

“You'll tell me if it's too much, right?” 

You nodded first but when he didn't move you sighed. ‘Y-Yea, I'll tell you.”

“Good.” He murmured as he began to move his hips slowly, wanting to make sure you were okay at first. You knew he was afraid of hurting you, and you appreciated he was taking it slow, but you had little patience. He hesitated for just a moment before he started to pick up the pace, moaning when your muscles clenched around him as your nails scratched along his back. He grabbed your hands, once more pinning them above your head.

You gasped when he did that, feeling his hand tighten around your wrists as he angled his hips. Moaning, crying, whimpering, those were the sounds that escaped you as he started fucking you harder. He kept his eyes on your face, looking for any signs of discomfort, but you had shut your eyes, mouth open as you panted softly. When his cock hit that sweet spot, your eyes shot open and you cried out for him.

“Ah, fuck, Buggy! More!” 

He just nodded, feeling his heart skip a beat when you cried his name like that. His lips crashed against yours as his hips slammed into his at an almost bruising pace. He wasn't going to last long, hearing the sounds you were making or how you felt around him. It wasn't until he let go of your wrists, his hand moving between your bodies to touch your clit that you came undone after just a few touches of his fingers. He followed after, swearing and moaning your name as he came, sinking into you as he dropped on top of you.

You grunted at the weight of his body on top of yours. “Um, you okay?”

He just nodded as he pulled out of you. “Uh, yea, fine. Just fine.”

“You sure?” You pulled him back down beside you, kissing him on the forehead as his arms went around you. He just nodded. “Okay, now can I really have the day off if I spend it in bed with you?”

“Of course.” He mumbled as he pressed his lips to your neck and throat. “Captain's orders.”

~

The only time the two of you left the bedroom was to get breakfast and lunch, other than that Buggy kept you naked in bed with him while he explored your body. When he needed time to recharge in between sessions, he would be using his hands and mouth to have you screaming his name for him. 

It went on for a while until you were finally tapping out, literally tapping him on the shoulders with both hands as he had you cumming on his tongue for what you were certain was the millionth time since lunch.

“Break, I need a break, Buggy!” You panted out. “Too, um, too much.”

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, fuck, just need a break.” You told him as you stretched out on the bed. “Fuck, aren't you tired? Your tongue isn't cramping?”

He shrugged as he moved to lay down beside you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you against him. You sighed and leaned into him, pressing your face into his neck as you closed your eyes. 

“I dunno if my legs work.” You mumbled as his fingers slid down your back slowly. “I'm going to be walkin’ bow legged for a few days.”

Buggy shrugged, resting his hand in the middle of your back. “Was it too much?”

“No.” You said as you reached up to play with his hair. “You don't have to worry, babe. I'm not going to break if you're a little too rough.”

“I'd never be rough with you.” He frowned. “Why would I be?”

“I'm not saying you would be, I'm just saying don't treat me like I'm going to break.” You told him. “Babe, I trust you, okay?”

“I know, but-”

You leaned up to kiss him, cutting him off before you sat up. “I'm just saying that… for example, I liked it when you held my wrists, y’know? And I'm glad you check in with me, but I'm not going to shatter if like, you fuck me a little too hard.”

Buggy nodded though he had a frown on his face. The thought of causing you any amount of pain, intentional or not, didn't sit well with him. He was glad you trusted him enough to say that but he was hesitant. He didn't want to put you through anything you might regret. 

You touched his cheek, caressing softly before you kissed him again. “I trust you, Buggy.”

“I trust you too, Cupcake.” He murmured as he turned his head to kiss your palm softly. “I'm not going to hurt you.”

You sighed softly and smiled. “I know you aren't, babe.”

[weixuldo]

Linecook Anakin HCs

pleaseeee i cannot get this idea out of my mind (maybe i’m just tryna romanticize my job lol) also lemme just say this list is hella unorganized ( just like my brain lol)

warnings: cursing, ani is a typical horny young adult, smoking; weed

Muscular arms, veins!!

Beautiful blue eyes look up at the screen to see the next meal prep (you imagine those same eyes looking up at you like that if you ever get him on his knees)

He always finds something to compliment you on (even though there’s not much room for expression due to the standard comply uniform)

He’s almost always working cause he wants money and honestly doesn’t mind the atmosphere of the kitchen. 

Plus weed isn't cheap and he likes to smoke :)

On breaks you’ll often see him out back smoking a cig or a vape (depending on his mood).

“You know that stuff is bad for you right?” 

“Yea, i dont really give a shit tho”

You roll your eyes, “well don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when you’re carrying around an oxygen tank in thirty years”

He sent a play sad face your way and exclaimed “That’s so sweet, you’re looking out for my health”

“You’re so full of shit Skywalker” you say as you go back inside.

Though, after that encounter you notice he started to chew a lot more gum and smoke a lot less

He flirts with other waitresses too, but you are definitely his favorite

Reaches stuff on the top shelf when you can't. 

“Need some help princess?”

Winks at you from behind the window

Before you got to know him, you were a little afraid of him

He’s honestly so good at his job that it’s scary- he rarely messes up an order and if it's messed up it’s usually ‘cause someone rang it in wrong.

He’d be messing around one minute then barking orders at people when it got busy- he was always so focused on whatever he was doing whether it be cooking the meat, tossing salads, making desserts, etc

You used to see him roll his eyes or talk shit to other waitresses when they didnt do something right. 

“There’s a button for that ya know-”

“You didn’t tell me no onions”

“Ring it in if he wants it that way- I got too many orders to keep up with the shit you’re tellin’ me”

But he seems to be nicer to you…

“Hey Ani- could I get no tomatoes on this please”

“Sure thing, sweetheart”

“There’s my favorite girl” he says when you walk into the back. 

Some servers get jealous of his blatant favoritism (he takes longer on their orders when they’re nasty to you)

The other cooks get along with him fine

You can often find them goofing around in the back

But they think he’s waaaaay too handsome for his own good.

“Why you workin’ here when you could be on the cover of a magazine?”

“He’s here cause Skywalker’s got terrible manners and no game” another cook laughed.

“the fuck I dont” Anakin responded as the rest of the cooks all laughed along. 

His coworkers like to tease him when they see how flirty he gets when you come around. 

Nicknames include: “Pretty boy”, “player”, “heartthrob”

The heat of the appliances mixed with the rush of the night end up giving him a sheen of sweat and a warm blush to his pretty face. 

Ngl, this man would get greasy by the end of the night…

Dried food, condiments,and oils staining his black shirt

By the end of the shift he would have a lingering smell of char from the grill as well as a combined smell of all the food in the kitchen and his own musk from his sweat.

But the blend of labored scents mixed with his cheap cologne and deodorant made for an oddly enticing aroma.

You would joke with him during closing about how bad he smelled, though deep down you knew you liked it. 

“Yea, well we can’t all be in the front smelling like daisies and sunshine” he joked. 

He thought you smelled nice? You had worked a full day too- there was no way.

You insisted you didn’t smell much better than him but he shook his head, “nah princess, I could breathe you in all day”

That may have been a little creepy coming from anyone else, but it was anakin… the hottest guy in the restaurant, the talented cook, the guy you had a huge crush on. 

He’ll saunter into the back while you’re rolling your silverware and chat with you

“Ugh, I’m so ready to ge the fuck outta here” he sighs.

“Tell me about it, today has been so long” 

“Have you atleast made decent money?” 

“Yeah”

He laughs

“What’s so funny?”

“I don’t know why I even asked if you made good money- I should know the answer to that when talking to a girl with such a pretty face,” he says, before slipping back into the kitchen, leaving you with a heavy blush. 

He loves when you’re on ice for side work because the ice machine is right by him in the kitchen 

He likes to watch your ass as you bend down to shovel the ice- if he’s lucky he catches a glimpse of your lacy panties as they ride up your hips. 

When it’s not busy he carries the bucket for you and revels in all of your adorable “thank you’s”

His least favorite side work for you is when you are assigned to the front house because that means you’ll be spending most of the night in the dining area rather than in the back with him. 

Asks what you’re doing on your day off. 

“Probably gonna get high with some friends”

His eyes widened, “you smoke?!”

“Occasionally”

“Weren’t you the one who told me i’d be toting around an oxygen tank?” he quipped and you rolled your eyes. 

“Chill out pretty boy, I mainly just do eddies”

“And you never told me this?!” he grabbed at his heart with a dramatic expression. 

With the new info he spends the next few days working up the nerve to ask you to smoke with him sometime. 

Lucky for him, you’re closing on Saturday and so is he. 

After you check out all of the other servers and do your side work, you head to your car but Anakin calls your name before you leave the kitchen. 

He invites you to hot box in his car before you go and to his surprise you agree (you had a rough night, so why not? plus he is your crush after all)

You get into his car and unbutton your top a bit, it was hot in the restaurant today. 

He turns on the AC and steals a glance at the lacy bra you have on. 

After passing around a blunt the two of you are getting up there; maybe it’s the delirium or maybe it’s the weed, but he is looking finer than ever

you can’t help but hold the blunt between your fingers as you lean across the center console and press your lips against his

he sucks in a breath in surprise before he returns the action.

soon you’re on his lap, grinding on his growing bulge as he runs his strong hands through your hair and all along your body

tbh, you don’t even care that you have open shift tomorrow- this is worth being sleepy

[winterwandersland]

Paperwork

tw/cw: slight bickering, it was cute TO ME, coping with humor word count: 4.7k An extension of the previous chapter: “But I promise you, after this mission, I’m done. I’ll come home. I won’t miss a single night next to you. I’ll cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I’ll tuck Ellie in every night. I’ll even help her with the stupid homework you give her–,” Simon and Kamara settle on a deal.

Chapter Two Point Five

The more Simon spoke, the more he felt the once sobbing woman start to relax, her shoulders less tense and her breathing steadier, the tightness she caused around his waist becoming looser. Kamara knew his added cheeky comments meant he wasn’t too mad about the argument, at least not anymore, so she figured she shouldn’t be either. “Hey! I have to give her the most realistic school experience I can. Plus, I gotta know she understands the lessons.”

  Her languid response put Simon at more ease, though he wondered if he could hold up his end of the deal. Nobody knew what was on the flash drive. What he would assume would only be a few weeks may turn into months, even years, but he kept his hopes high. He wanted nothing more than to be home with his family, able to enjoy a life that not many people in his field were able to experience. “Yea, yea. I always hated that stuff. I’m sure she likes it no more than you did.”

  “Well, my homework was usually an assassination or making sure I knew how to put a bullet in someone’s brain without crying. Most of the time I failed.” She released herself from Simon’s embrace after she felt his chest moving and a quiet, but audible snort. He was laughing—well, chuckling.

  The bottom half of her face beamed, her lips quirked up, while the rest of her face crinkled, unable to find the source of Simon’s laughter. “It’s not funny.”

It seemed almost uncontrollable, Simon’s laughter becoming louder as the moments went by. After so long, Kamara thought this was the part where he lost it. He would tell her how pathetic she was for wanting him back. That he never actually loved her or Ellie and that he would never come back. Her smile dropped, her heart racing in her chest. “I think I’ve missed the part where a joke was told.”

  He was finally able to gather the breath to respond, “No, no. There’s no joke. It’s you, love.” There it is. It was coming. This is the part where she gets her heart broken again, except this time it would be shattered into a million pieces that could never be put together again. She would be left alone with Ellie, having to explain why her father left them. She would have to tell her how it wasn’t her fault, but her own, taking the blame just like she did everything else.

  “I’m a joke to you?” Simon could hear the shakiness of his love’s voice, it lowering into a subtle tone, fighting the tears that threatened to break past her eyes. He halted his laughter to the best of his ability, his hand on his chest to try to steady himself. “No, no. That’s not what I said. You love putting words in my mouth.” Hopefully, she didn’t take what he said to heart.

  “Shut up,” she quipped, immediately crossing her arms over her chest. Simon could do nothing but smile, leaning his body against the desk and crossing his legs, using his arms to hold his weight. “It’s just…you were brought up and taught to kill people. Have no remorse. No thought before taking a life, and yet here you are and all you want in life is for me to come home.”

  All the tension that built in Kamara’s chest had gone away, fading into nothing and being replaced with that familiar warmth she felt whenever Simon was around. “Well, that’s not the only thing I want in life. I also want–.”

  “To have a farm out in the country, far away that folk won’t be botherin’ you, but close enough that you all still know each other and can buy from each other’s farms.” Country life had only come up a handful of times in their conversations, but it made her heart flutter that Simon seemed to remember the details she had shared, most of which she said in a joking manner, but deep down it was what she longed for.

  “You wanna live in a farmhouse, not a cottage, ‘cause the cottage roofs are too low and you don't want me banging my head. You don’t wanna kill the animals, but you know you’ll have to at some point. Only, I’ll handle that bit, so the animals don’t think you’ve betrayed ‘em, and they’ll believe you still love ‘em. If they die thinking you still love ‘em, the meat’ll taste better, and folk’ll buy more of it.” He was quoting her, almost word for word, every detail she had said about her dream life. Most of the time, they laughed about it, so she thought he would have received it as a joke about how ridiculous her dream and beliefs may sound. Soldiers don’t get to live a peaceful country life.

  Kamara opened her mouth to speak, but she wasn’t fast enough to spit out any words, so Simon spoke instead, “Oh, and let’s not forget there has to be a gigantic tree so you can climb up and read your books. And, of course, we can’t forget the beekeeping business for that free honey. And last but not least, the house needs two big dogs to protect the kids from any lurkers on the farm, even though I reckon the Special Forces dad and the mum, who’s ex-Red Room but ‘not a Widow’, would do the job just fine.” The intense look he gave her sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach. It was the same look he had given her the first day they had a conversation. His brown eyes were full of endearment, making his love known without having to say the famous three words.

  “Yeah…they would…but unfortunately, some people will run away from a dog before they will run from people. Dogs also can sense danger from further away…they run faster…they can play with the kids when we’re busy…they–,

  “Alright, I got it.” There was that roll of his eyes, again, except this time it was playful, no ill intent behind the action. “I didn’t even get to tell you about what kind of dogs I want.”

  “Malinois and Rottweiler. But sometimes you reckon a Doberman or Pitbull instead of the Rottweiler, which then turns into "we should get all four”. Observant and a listener, that’s what Simon was. If he could spend his days listening to his wife talk about what she loved and what she wanted all day, he would, and he wouldn’t hesitate to get her anything her heart desired. Sometimes, she wished her quiet husband would speak more because she felt like she spoke too much. Simon was a man of few words, but each of his words held meaning. When he did speak more than usual, it was something that meant a lot to him or something that had sat heavily on his mind. There were times he would speak until she fell asleep, knowing she was already tired, because he wanted her to hear his voice in her dreams, and she loved every minute of it. After their failed mission, he did it because he wanted her to hear his voice in her nightmares, guiding her back to safety. He never found out if his theory was proven correct.

  “Wouldn’t hurt to have more protection.” The one part of the dream that was never consistent was the kind of dog Kamara wanted. Simon found her indecisiveness on the matter hilarious since he felt they didn’t need dogs for protection. He’d be the protection dog all day if that’s what his missus wanted.

  “That’s more shit to clean up.” It was one reason that Simon didn’t want the dogs: he would be responsible for the large piles of shit. There was no way he would let his wife or daughter clean it up. It almost seemed disrespectful to him.

  “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind.” He could hear her soft chuckle under her smile, the first real one he had seen in a long time. “You know what—,” he said, pulling Kamara into a playful embrace, making sure he didn’t touch anywhere on her body that seemed too intimate so he wouldn’t startle her. He loosely wrapped his arm around the back of her neck, which brought her closer to his chest. She played along, holding onto his large arm and attempting to find her way out, but it turned into an actual struggle when her laughing hindered her limbs’ ability to use even half of her strength.

  The two fumbled around, their laughter filling the small enclosure of the room. When Simon decided Kamara had had enough of the roughhousing, he loosened his grip more, allowing her to fully stand up straight. “I wouldn’t mind any of it as long as you and Ellie are there. I’d clean up a thousand pounds of shit if that means you two are happy,” he briefly paused and got closer to her ear, and facetiously said, “As long as you know you're cleaning the other animal shit.”

  “Hey!” She released herself from his hold and playfully pushed him, it having no effect on his balance. “Hey,” he mocked, earning him a stern but gentle smack to the chest, which he ignored and returned with a kiss to the top of Kamara’s head. “Part of love is keeping the animals clean. If I do it, then they’ll know someone who knows them betrayed them and not a random stranger from four farms down. We won’t sell any meat.” He was continuing with the narrative, using it as an excuse to not have to be responsible for the mounds of dung that would come with owning a farm.

  “Fine, but you clean the horse stables, shit included,” she said, her smile never leaving her face. Simon eased his weight back on the table, back to the same cross-legged position he was in before, returning his gaze full of admiration onto Kamara, sending jolts through her body, the only electrifying feeling she enjoyed.

  “Deal,” Simon said, extending his arm to show all his fingers balled up, except for his pinky. “Simon Riley…a pinky promise? Really?”

  “You do them all the time.” It was a quirk of hers that Simon both loved and hated. Pinky promises were for children, not for adults. “Because I know I won’t break them.”

  “When have I ever broken a pinky promise?” What he was implying was simple: he may have broken verbal promises—unintentionally, of course—but a pinky promise? Never, no matter how much he hated them.

  “Alright,” she said, extending her pinky out, but she quickly drew it back, taking Simon by surprise. The fuck? That was new. His head cocked to the side just as fast as Kamara drew her hand back. She wasn’t one to turn down a pinky promise, treating them like a signed contract. “But you also have to add that you promise this will be your last mission. You’ll resign. You will come home, and you won’t come back here.” Ah. There it is. If there was one thing about his wife, she was going to ensure that the contract covered every detail, making sure that each term was understood and agreed upon.

  It was a big commitment and a huge promise to make, but his family was more important, so it didn’t take much thought to make his decision. “Fine.” He extended his pinky finger back out, confident of his choice, also making a conscious promise to himself that he would do everything he could to keep it, but he doubted his decision once Kamara drew her hand back, again, just as fast as she did the first time.

  “Aht. Uncross your legs and hold your other hand out in front of you, fully spread! And you better not be crossing any toes! Swear it!” Girl. Pinky promises had many requirements, including making sure there were no crossed body parts, and all unrevealed parts had to be sworn to not be crossed. If the rules were broken, all trust would be lost, though that’s in the fine print of the contract, the part that is there but is not read over. It’s more for you to read between the lines and on your own, choosing to follow them if you want to, the undiscussed rules and consequences.

  He did as he was told, uncrossing his legs into a rest stance, and putting his other hand out, but instead of holding it in the air as instructed, he placed it on Kamara’s chest who was, technically, in front of him—the rules were not specific, able to be bent if you worked them right. Her body lightly shuddered, and she closed her eyes, trying to chase away the thoughts that ran through her mind.

  “Sorry,” he said, swiftly moving his hand away, settling for the space beside her to extend his hand instead, but she grabbed his hand back to move it to its original position. “No, it’s fine. Gotta start somewhere, right?” She held her hand on top of his and wrapped it around as much of his hand as she could, keeping it from moving, a burst of warmth shooting through his body, his heart a million beats an hour like it was the first time he had felt her touch. Since they escaped their captors, Kamara had been the one to initiate most of their physical contact, only allowing him to initiate any touch when she needed comfort.

  Never had Simon been the one to initiate a pinky promise. He thought it was silly, but pinky promises were very important to the woman, so he made sure he never broke them. He had made a few verbal promises in the past, usually saying he’d come home when he was supposed to, but he learned to just promise he’d do everything he could to make it home. That was a promise he knew he could keep, so even in death, his family knew he tried his hardest to get back to them.

  “I swear it.” They locked pinkies, sealing the deal, Simon placing his habitual and mandatory—to him, at least—kiss on Kamara’s forehead. This was an action he added to the pinky promises, believing them to make the promise more concrete. It also made the agreement more intimate, and one was less likely to break the contract if there was intimacy involved.

  The deal was finally sealed and locked in place forever, giving both parties some satisfaction. “Give me a few hours to do the decryption.” She was shaky, the confidence in her words trying to mask how afraid she was.

  “The others gave it a go for at least a week. They couldn’t manage it.” Everyone the 141 contacted walked away with nothing but tears, the encryption too complex for even the brightest of the military cyber operations. There was only one that made any progress, but even she bypassed less than twenty percent of the encryption, stating it was the hardest one she had ever encountered. “I thought you brought me here because I wasn’t like the others.”

  Kamara wasn’t like the others. She was his wife and one of the best operators in the forces, no matter how many write-ups she received. “You’re completely right. And you’re not. You’re way better…and hotter.”

  “Eugh, Simon, you know I hate that word.” There was a strain of words that Kamara hated when used in a certain context. A stove can be hot. It can be hot outside. But a person cannot be hot unless they mean temperature.

  “You Americans say it.” Simon had worked with many nationalities during his time in the military, Americans being one of the major ones. In Special Forces, there were commonly joint tasks with different operators nationwide, so Simon had picked up a few slang words during his time around his differing comrades.

  “Which Americans are you hanging around? ‘Cause you definitely didn’t hear it from me. My people don’t say that.” Nowadays, Kamara and Ellie were one of the few Americans Simon was around, but Ellie picked up on the language dialect Kamara had, only using Simon’s when she was poking fun at him. Second in line was Laswell, the Station Chief, who supervised and organized all their missions.

  “Your people? I’ve heard loads of Americans say it.”

  “Not what I meant by ‘my people’, but alright,” she said as she sat at the computer that was earlier abandoned once she saw what was on it. Kamara and Simon always knew their cultural differences, their relationship being a learning curve in the beginning. Neither of them minded it, but it sometimes struck a nerve in some passing civilians or even some soldiers on base, but they looked past it, making sure what others thought didn’t hinder their relationship, especially considering it was their life not others’.

  Kamara, though, was always one to poke fun, using her humor to hide the discomfort and dehumanization she sometimes felt from the outside world. When she first did it, Simon was taken aback, unsure of what to say, but over the years he had grown accustomed to it, finding himself chuckling at some of her jokes which she often replied with, “What are you laughin’ for? It’s not funny.”

  From the corner of her eye, she could see an object come flying in her direction, so she leaned back in her seat, watching it whip past her face and back, smelling a stench that it left behind. Her body faced Simon to find the culprit gripped in his hand: the infamous hand towel.

  “Ew, I don’t want your sweat on me.” Soldiers were given hand towels as part of their sanitary bags, but some kept one on them for makeshift tourniquets, wiping off sweat when they were working in severely heated areas, sometimes having to ration their water supply and drinking their sweat that accumulated onto the towels. Kamara found it disgusting, but she understood the instincts of survival while on a mission..

  “Why not? Is it ‘cause you hate me?” It was evident that no matter how many laughs that Simon let out, Kamara’s previous comments still affected him, even if he knew she didn’t mean it and was only speaking out of pure rage.

  “I didn’t mean it.” She really didn’t. Her words slipped out of her mouth faster than she could process them. Being with Simon brought about so many differing emotions within her and she was still learning how to control them, especially since she used to get away with almost anything on previous teams, but Simon wasn’t a team, he was her husband, her lover, and her best friend.

  “Prove it.”

  “Huh?” Usually, Simon pushed for an apology, but any forced apology that came out of Kamara’s mouth sounded like a sarcastic way to get the other person to shut up, even if she didn’t mean for it to sound like that. Kamara didn’t do well with authority, any given directions she commonly disobeyed or followed, but in her own way. If she was told to complete a task, she would complete it, but not how her superiors wanted, and she knew that, but that didn’t stop her from pushing any buttons, even when she didn’t intend to.

Now, Simon learned that to get her to follow directions, she had to go about it on her own accord and to her own will, but he wouldn’t dare share that information with anyone who oversaw her. It would make her interactions with superiors less comical, which meant he would be less entertained. Everyone needed a source of entertainment, especially in war.

“Prove it. Come and touch the cloth.”

“Simon, there’s an ungodly amount of sweat and dirt on that thing and lord knows you probably haven’t washed it in years. It’s got holes in it.” It didn’t matter how many times Kamara had advised Simon to use one of the newer towel cloths they were given, Simon was insistent that he wouldn’t change his cloth until it was a speck of dust and no longer useful; he was sticking to his word.

  “Not true.” Kamara gave him that look, the one that communicated everything he needed to know without exchanging words. You sure about that?

  “Only been a few months.”

  “Simon, ew. Don’t you dare touch me with that thing!”

  “Just say you’re sorry for saying you hate me!” Angry was an overstatement of how Simon was feeling. In reality, he actually just wanted to play around with Kamara, but he still felt slighted, even if it was just a bit, so he did what worked best for Kamara: making a serious situation unserious.

  “I did!”

  “You didn’t! You said you didn’t mean it. That’s not a proper apology.” While his voice was not stern enough to be taken seriously, he still got his point across. Though he was lighthearted, he was addressing the serious matter in an attempt to get Kamara to understand the weight of her actions.

  Simon went closer to Kamara, sending her further back into the chair as she held his wrist to keep him from putting the towel any closer to her, let alone her face. “Okay! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

  “For what?”

  “You didn’t say I had to say allat!”

  He tried to swat it at her again, but she dodged it, falling out of the chair. She thought Simon would help her up, but instead, he swatted the cloth at her again, and she managed to maneuver out of the way, getting up and running to the other end of the room.

  “All this just ‘cause you don’t wanna touch the towel? It’s not that bad.”

  “To you! Si, that thing is so gross! It’s practically a science experiment.”

  “You had one just like it!”

  “That I cleaned on a weekly basis…biweekly if it was a busy month. And mine didn’t have holes and didn’t smell like the entire unit wiped their sweaty balls with it.”

  “All you need to do is elaborate to give a proper apology and it won’t bother you. It’s as simple as that.”

  “I have already apologized!” Forcing apologies out of Kamara was no good, but in getting her to understand she needed to apologize was a step closer to an actual apology, even if the first one wasn’t as meaningful.

  “I said ‘elaborate’!” He didn’t have to run after Kamara, his large gait was enough to send her running in another direction, but the room wasn’t big enough for her to go far. Five steps and the man would already be able to touch her.

  “Say it!”

  “I,” she looked around the room before meeting his eyes, and she smiled mischievously, letting Simon know the elaboration was not coming anytime soon, “will think about it.” He took a step, and she ran again, though this time she didn’t see that there was a stack of filled boxes blocking her ability to get any further, so she would be forced to go toward the rancid cloth.

  “Alright! I surrender!” She put her hands up, slowly moving towards the man, but he knew her antics. She wasn’t actually surrendering. He let her take a few steps forward, knowing she would try to run again. As soon as she did, he grabbed her, putting her in another headlock, though this time she really couldn’t get out, but he wasn’t hurting her. He held the towel in front of her face, and she held his hand, using all of her strength to keep the towel from touching her.

  “I want a proper apology!”

  “I did!” Her laughter did not make holding the man’s arm any easier. She was struggling, and he knew it.“Kamara!” The towel was closer to her face, enough for her to smell it, the rancidness making her nearly gag.

  “Okay! Okay! I’m sorry I said I hated you. I didn’t mean it! I was just very upset, and I love you very much!” He eased up on his hold on her and put the towel back in his gear pocket.

  “Thank you. And’m sorry for lying to you to get you here. I shouldn’t have done that and should’ve just told you the truth and let you decide.” It was a genuine apology. He did regret his decision. The only thing he could do now was apologize and try to atone for his actions later.

  “Thank you.” She lifted herself on her toes to get closer to Simon, kissing him, making him feel like a little kid whose crush just kissed him because this was the first time Kamara had kissed him since he’d been back from deployment.

  She looked up at him, her eyes softening and her lips no longer the mischievous smile he saw earlier. “I really am sorry. I know I hurt your feelings, and I apologize for that. I’m still working on the whole anger management thing, and I will do my best to do better in the future.” Her voice was calmer and warm. Simon could practically see the gears shifting in her brain as she reflected on her actions. This was the apology he was waiting to hear.

  “Now, if you don’t mind, I have some coding to do.” She tapped his chest twice before practically skipping to the chair in front of the computer. A part of her wanted to do the code, but that was the same part that scared her to death because she couldn’t make the same grave mistake she made before. Her hands trembled, but she entwined them together, trying to keep herself grounded before she touched anything.

  “I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I didn’t think you could.” She was the only person he believed could complete the encryption and the only person he trusted to do it correctly without losing any data. It didn’t matter what happened before because Simon didn’t blame her and it hurt like hell to know that she blamed herself, but he continued to encourage her anyway.

  Kamara turned the chair to look at him before speaking, “I know.” She was seated in the chair, looking at him and waving her eyes towards the door. Sometimes, their communication consisted of actions instead of words, a common way they would communicate on the field. “Eh? You want me to go?”

  “It’s more nerve-wracking to code when someone is looking over your shoulder.”

  “I thought you wanted some company.” Simon just wanted to be in Kamara’s presence. If she were anyone else, he would have left without hesitation. “Fine. But you gotta sit over there.” She pointed to the last computer that sat at the end of the row in front of her, outside of her peripheral vision. He moved to the other side, but instead of moving to where Kamara was pointing, he sat at the computer right in front of her.

  “Uhnt Uh. That’s not where I said. Over there.” She pointed again, clearer to where she wanted him, even though the first time she did it couldn’t have been clearer.

  “I can’t even look at you?” Simon admired his wife and loved watching her work, especially when it was something she had to use more brain power for. Watching her fight was cool but watching her use her intelligence for something other than killing sent blood rushing below his waist.

  “You can look,” she pointed to the same position she did before, “from over there where I can’t see you. If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” As he made his way to his appointed seat, he put up his middle finger—his thumb extended with it—and scoffed. Kamara could see it from the corner of her eye and let out a chuckle. “I love you,” she said while she began to type onto the computer, a smile forming on her face as she attempted to suppress her laugh.

  “Fuck you,” he said in a cheeky tone, his arms crossed in the chair as he did his best to get a clear view of Kamara. Simon wasn’t serious and she knew that which is what sent her laughing and covering her mouth with the inside of her arm. He was saying, “I love you, too”, but was a little too upset to say it at the moment.

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[bentosandbox]

Ambience Synesthesia tutorial blog

rambled this out because I didn't have inflight wifi otw home and the turbulence was too crazy to draw

Buying the ticket

erm so they only dropped the tickets like slightly less than a month before lol kinda insane

The concert tickets were sold on Damai so you need a CN number or know/pay someone with one who'd buy it for you which is what I did by recommendation (A tier 1280 + 400 'service fee' [apparently it would have been cheaper if they only helped you half way or something but i wasnt gonna risk running into a payment hiccup so]) Iirc they sold it in two batches but I don't remember the ratio split between first and second wave…

I got a ticket for 5/5's afternoon show (so the second last performance), I DID meet an oomf who said they managed to snag a ticket for themselves on their own (without a Professional Ticket Snatcher) so its not too impossible to attain on your own I think??? (I didn't get a CN number until like 2 days before I flew back home soo)

Professional Ticket what?? Uhhh apparently there's a whole industry/scene for this you look for listings on xianyu/taobao etc for people to buy on your behalf, you have to give them your real name and identification number (so for foreigners it'd be your passport number) for verification purposes during entry so yknow yea

getting there

You could cab directly to the venue but my friend signed us up for the free shuttle bus (they had freebies last year but not this time) and before we boarded they gave us like free water and bread (apparently free raincoats too on rainy days) which was nice of them but also insane because. the venue doesn't allow you to bring food/drinks in so a lot of people were leaving A LOT of unopened bottles near the gate and I saw a venue staff just throwing them all into the bin (HOPEFULLY JUST TO CARRY THEM AWAY IN ONE GO AND NOT FOR STRAIGHT DISPOSAL….) They drop you off near the venue but you don't go in directly, there's a 'Doctor break room' where most people are seated waiting to be ushered in batches into the venue, but also a lot of people standing around on one side of the room swapping/offering merch

merch swap

ive been told this is a very concert culture thing but i feel like its kind of different because a lot of these are so high quality ike…you could sell them at Artist Alleys but here they are just distributing for free if you have a E2 60 blorbo lmao or whatever (there seems to be a tiny…? minority that prints official art but most of them seem to be handdrawn/made)

i was too unprepared for this lol i did exchange some of my old stickers (missed out on a collapsal plastic fan bc my brain lagged when the guy asked me and i went to my auto 'sorry i dont have any merch' response' :( regretted this bc the room got a little hot from the amount of people in there and i was wearing like 3 layers with that fan on my mind)

from people watching a lot of trades are arranged beforehand on weibo/other sites unless you're willing to yell WHO WANTS TO TRADEEE/anyone wants freebies (a lot of people were also wearing 'Feel Free to Swap Merch/Ask for Freebies' tags) which i was definitely not brave enough to do lol… met up with an oomf i got to know from last dec when i attended an arknights only and they gave me some birbs and charms (bottom of post), there was someone who got a free LGD zine and charm from me bc i posted on wb that id give a free copy to anyone with a Mod 3 swire/swummer LMFAO

I had 2 more people to meet but, uhhh so I bought an esim for mobile data and it would intermittently lose signal here and there which was a little annoying when getting coffee but it just died entirely when i reached the venue and it was kind of Dire because i was waiting for one more friend who was coming over from the fes and i couldn't contact them lmao. told the friend i came with to go in first because I thought if my food got confiscated at least my oomf could see it beforehand LOL

waited outside in a light drizzle for an hour trying to trouble shoot my data to no avail and ended up borrowing a staff's wifi hotspot to get my entry qr code (I actually bought a second data roaming plan on my local sim but i quite stupidly did not check the country coverage and only learned later that night that 'Asia' doesn't cover China kuxiao) she was so nice i was (bow emoji) so sorry to trouble you im a stupid gaijin and she was like no its ok enjoy shanghai!! pien

spent a good 30min next to this board praying for data to no avail

the show

erm anyway because of that clownery above i more or less missed the first piece (the one w the goated hoho) but at least i wasnt the guy next to me who went for a bathroom break right before starset came up

The live singing this year was definitely an improvement I think… I can't really remember the setlist off the top of my head but I'm sure someone else has already listed it out, there were a couple of new pieces that weren't related to the concert groups like a Babel/Kazdel?? one sung in Latin, a Victoria…? one (in victorian ofc) also an Amiya (? just remembering by the visuals they used lol) one in Japanese

ohh yeah so almost every track would start with like a faction logo transitioning in from 3d to 2d which was cool but also amusing because it was honestly bringing quite the 'I will Make Your Company Logo Into 3D Fiverr' vibes

Since I missed the first piece idk if any of The Dreamer(s) got 3D models but The Pilgrim(s why are they all singular) had Kaltsit playing on that piano (there was also a replica of that piano on stage the white one complete with 'Arknights' text on it lmao) and Siege being cool running around in 3D (and ofc Eureka during her denpa number) it was very cool but man... its a pity the other characters in the group just get their live2d png during the beginning and effectively get sidelined lool compared to say Phenomenal Agents idk if i like this tradeoff but that eureka bit was so good sheesh #NOVAFIVE⭐ULTRALIVESWEEP

The other stuff was really great too looking at you Lone Trail medley…!!!!! I might be wrong but I... assume... you're encouraged to karaoke bc they always show the lyrics on screen… I couldn't even hear myself anyway but it was very fun singing songs you can't get on joysound/etc with a whole crowd going at it too (even if most of them would only sing 1-2 lines of the chorus)

Mary Clare did Radiant (they had the lyrics scrolling on the sides very cool) and iirc the Throne group's song...? Radiant was so fun live

Starset did Monster > Telescope and when the latter ended they were like Bye! and we(?) started yelling ENCORE--awkwardly because idk how they do it here (I was half expecting it to be JP style 'an-call-roo' but a bunch of us just yelled en-core en-core here and there until they returned to perform Infected) speaking of yelling.. between every piece when they had to switch sets people would just yell memes or skill names (like Dage's) to pass the time or sth i barely caught half of whatever they were memeing about

did i forget to mention anything else uhhh originium rock turntable for Guide Ahead's boss theme/Dossoles Lobby and they had IS4 medley live throat singing very cool also the dancers they got for silbenherze's boss theme good stuff...

iirc after starset was like a behind the scenes video of how HG prepared for AS and a recorded lowlight video saying some stuff that i forgot LOL just some thank you message basically. 9.5/10 bc no missy/shu EP live

i just realised i forgot to display all the merch from the A tier ticket but w/e. light stick photo ft. merch swaps/gifts from friends and strangers 🥹 (the iffy lenticular card was literally dropped into my bag by an iffy coser (wearing the LT outfit..?!) while waiting for the cab LMAO)

[limeade-l3sbian]

Ngl I am spiraling a bit after reading your "couldn't really come to terms with my sexuality and naively glamorized being taken advantage of by a woman" post. I am bi but I didn't realized I could be attracted to men until my 20s so in my teens I was just focussed on all the homophobia thrown at me (early 2000s were hell) and yea I was heavily attracted to older and more dominant women. My attraction to men turned out to be a non-starter and the few times I acted on it it was horrible. So I worked through the trauma that gave me and came out of it as what the girlies call "febfem" these days. But i never worked through why I mainly fantasize about women taking advantage of me as well. And that this fantasy started way before I ever experienced trauma from men etc. So it's probably because I had issues with internalized homophobia as a kid/teen. I never confronted it as an issue because no woman ever hurt me irl and no woman ever took advantage of me irl. My relationships to women and the sex I had with them has always been healthy. Even though I fantasize and long for something less healthy sometimes. The older I get the more I think I should maybe work through that? Luckily the things I fantasize about are way less bad than what I had on my mind when I really loathed myself for being ssa/gnc/etc. But I feel like a hypocrite sometimes when I argue against kink culture and bdsm while theoretically still being very much okay with the thought of a woman taking advantage of me. It's gotten better over the years automatically as I got rid of some self hatred and internalised homophobia but I never addressed it as an issue. Despite it probably being one

Well, I can't to your own experiences but I will say that that phase in my life also came from some level of low self worth. Not being conventionally attractive growing up, I had the desire to be "so desired" that etc etc. So I didn't really feel that I "deserved" to be taken advantage of, but I twisted it as the ultimate form of attraction. Lesbian, bi, or straight, we all live in the same culture and my thoughts were not formed or influenced outside of it.

I think it was also that thing a lot of people do about lessening the extent of things within the context of women/wlw relationships. Abuse is bad, but it's not so bad if it's a woman doing it to you (false). Rape can be traumatizing, but if it was a woman I might actually enjoy it since the threat of extreme pain, callousness, and being killed are removed from the equation (false). When I slightly conceded to my sexuality, I was also in the thick of a porn addiction in high school. So I associated my sexuality with men, as if liking women is a manly trait.

It's a thick web of self realization and societal norms and implications. I think if you were going to work through it, I would urge you to both take it slow and allow yourself to consider the most uncomfortable of implications regarding your fantasies. To be clear: YOU are NOT a bad person for having these thoughts. You are a piece in the system as much as anyone else and its influence is woven into everything.

I made that post because I never realized how many other ssa women had this happen to them as well, and I think the fact that that one post sent you into a spiral means that it is worth not necessarily normalizing, but acknowledging and working through as a community so that other women can either skip over it or know how to combat it when those feelings arise.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Gow magni,modi,baldur finding out their s/o is pregnant?

Aha more romantic headcanons!

Headcanon/Preference # 21

Pictures NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

Year posted - 2022

*Made the reader a goddess in this one.

| Magni |

• Tires desperately to resist the urge to pick you up in his arms and spin you around, because he doesn't wanna hurt you or the baby.

• He's been dreaming of your future children since you agreed to court him, so to say he's excited is an understatement.

• He never realized just how deep his love for you runs until you're swollen with his child. I mean yea you're a goddess, but now you look so much more enchanting than ever before.

• You don't see the appeal considering how much your going through with the cravings, mood swings, aching feet, and sore back. But you appreciate the praise none the less.

• Which are constantly coming your way!

• Plus full body massages nearly every single night, because he knows how uncomfortable and sore you are with all the physical changes your experiencing.

• He loves telling your unborn baby stories, and he'll do it with anyone around, he gives zero fucks about what people might think.

• And at night he'll lay his head on your belly, supporting most of his own weight, and just murmur all sorts of endearing things to the baby.

• Magni brainstorms baby names for weeks with you. You both love so many of them that you simply can't decide. So you leave the final decision to the day their born.

• Magni is protective as fuck, and will do everything and anything you ask him. He's devoted to you and your comfort, so don't expect to be allowed to do much without him taking over so you can rest.

• He doesn't do this because he thinks you're not capable, he does it because he wants to help. You have the hardest part of the job in creating a baby, so he insists on helping as much as he possibly can.

• When your baby is born you give birth to a daughter, and you name her Aina (meaning “forever”). And she's the perfect combination of you and Magni, and thankfully she was born smaller than you had initially anticipated considering Magni's size, though she was wasn't exactly tiny.

| Modi |

• Unlike his brother he cannot resist the urge to pick you up in his arms and spin you around, though he tries to be gentle about it.

• Modi honestly ends up super paranoid when you jokingly say that he might hurt the baby with how "rough" he was being.

• Even when you explain that it was a joke, he still takes the matter seriously.

• Now he's paranoid about potentially hurting you and the baby, so he's super super soft and gentle with you.

• Which is really nice at first, until it gets to the point when he's just constantly hovering, and not letting you do anything, and I mean anything.

• Gotta pee at 2am? Modi is carrying you to the washroom despite having just woken up because you simply moved.

• Attempting to gather herbs from your garden? Modi will pick you up off your knees and sit you somewhere comfortable, then proceed to do the work for you. Messily mind you.

• Using a knife to cut some meat for dinner? Nope not gonna happen, Modi will scold you like a child, and take the knife, doing the work for you.

• Does it matter that your a goddess, and perfectly capable of doing these things? Nope not at all.

• But you keep your annoyance to yourself, you know he's only trying to help, and you technically started this anyways.

• When the baby is born you give birth to a son, and you name him Steffen (meaning “crown”). He looks just like his father, but he has your nose, hair color, and uncanny smile.

| Baldur |

• Kisses you so fiercely that he takes your breath away, his hands braced against your hips, pulling you flush against him.

• Before you Baldur wanted nothing to do with children, mostly because of his curse.

• But he loves you with his entire being, and he would be over the moon to be the father of your children.

• Baldur is with you every step of the way, assisting you when needed, but letting you manage smaller tasks on your own. He knows how much you cherish your independence.

• Wishes more than ever that he could feel, he wishes to know what your swollen belly would feel like in his hands, and what it would feel like to feel the baby kick.

• Perhaps it's a blessing when he nicks his finger with your mistletoe hairpin, resulting in his curse lifting, and making it possible for him to feel all of these things.

• In that moment he's so beyond happy that you asked him to help with your hair, despite not being very good at styling it the way you wanted.

• He cries when he kissed you, your belly in his hands, and your baby kicking excitedly, as if it knew what had just happened.

• When the baby is born you give birth to twins, a boy and a girl. You name the girl Solveig (meaning “daughter of the sun”) and the boy Logi (meaning “fire”). She looks just like you, and he looks just like his father, it's uncanny, and little bit odd just how much she looks like you, and he looks like Baldur.

[yakuzacanons]

Hi!! Can we have a continuation of "How They Would Confess Their Feelings To You" hcs? With Ichiban & co, Watase and Kashiwagi? Thanks!

Brain go brrrr yea, we can do dis chief. Includes da girlies also cuz I am realizing I do NOT write for them much?!

Kasuga Ichiban: "Listen, I just wanted to say... that I really like you! And you mean a lot to me!"

Hands sweaty moms spaghetti, he is. Nervous wreck long before he actually works his way up to confessing. The thought of having a crush on you is enough to make him sweat.

Is he asking Adachi and Nanba for advice? Yes. Is he taking it? Hell nah, it just makes him more stressed. Feels like his head is spinning after hearing all they had to say.

In the end, he just quite literally spills the beans after hanging out with you and once he starts he just cannot seem to stop! Ironic given how hard it was for him to start in the first place.

Nanba Yu: "Hey, look, I get it if you don't feel the same way but I just wanted you to know... you're really special to me."

It's ironic that he gives Ichiban dating advice given that Nanba has been a bachelor for quite some time. He's also pretty calculated and takes into careful consideration whether or not a relationship would even be viable so if he's confessing, it's quite serious.

Might consult with Ichiban or Adachi about it but mostly keeps it close to his chest. Good at hiding it in front of you so it might feel like it's coming out of nowhere but trust me, it's been on his mind for a while.

He's pretty candid and straightforward. Through the years, he's learned beating around the bush gets you nowhere. He'll likely just pull you aside, no fancy date or hangout required, and just tell you privately how he feels.

Adachi Koichi: "You really changed my life, you know that? Thank you."

With Adachi, it's less of a confession and more of an appreciation of who you are. At his age and given his track record, he's kind of resigned to living the single life and the older he gets, the less he gets his hopes up for things to get serious.

Having said that, he does still want to stress just how impactful you've been on his life. Like Ichiban does with all his friends, Adachi feels you deserve your praises to be sung.

It's not something he really plans on. He'll just blurt it out in the middle of any old conversation, maybe at a bar. If you ask him for clarification or to elaborate, that's where he starts choking up. Be nice to him.

Mukoda Saeko: "Ah, you know I wouldn't normally say this but... I like you, heh."

Little miss independent will not confess easily, let me tell you. She's got an awful lot on her plate right now and potentially changing the situation between you two is not necessarily low priority but more so another thing she doesn't need to stress about.

Honestly, you may have to get her a bit drunk for this to come out. Or at the very least, she may feel she needs a touch of liquid courage to get it all out there.

Saeko keeps it short and sweet. Ironically, despite her bold personality, she gets super shy after and insists you don't give her an answer until you've had time to think it over.

Tianyou Zhao: "Ahh, you've really gone and turned my life upside down, you know? But that's okay. I like that about you."

Sly as ever, Zhao is similar to Saeko in that it takes a lot to get him to confess. Only difference is he's more perceptive than Saeko. He can sniff out pretty quick how you feel about him.

Having said that, chances of him confessing are greatly increased if he thinks or knows you would reciprocate. His playful side gets in the way though as it becomes a cat and mouse game of who gives in first: you or him.

When it eventually turns out to be him, it'll be a cute little planned event that he's meticulously thought out. He'll close his restaurant for the night and invite you over for a special private dinner with a menu inspired by all your favorite things.

Joon-Gi Han: "I don't know, I just... I always get this way when I'm with you... will you just stay with me? For a little bit?"

Our poor baby boy Joonie bun is inexperienced in the ways of confessing. He understands having a crush and love as a concept but lack of personal experience means he's navigating all new terrority. Please forgive his blunders.

Unfortunately, Seonhee proves to be little help in these matters. Although she has more in depth observations of situations between you two, even she cannot determine for Joon-Gi if reciprocation is guaranteed.

More likely than not, he'll just start blurting out his feelings during a moment where his guard is down. Half of it boils down to he just can't keep it to himself anymore and partially that he feels he's being dishonest the longer he keeps it to himself.