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midnightstar-kpopsmut · 4 months ago

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Chapter III, Stick it

- I stayed there for a couple of seconds – said Cheongtae -. I didn’t really know what to do after Karina bluntly asked for my help. Maybe it’s not even that, not knowing what to do. Sometimes I am just moody. You know that from the outside I can look like a tall, muscular, confident guy, but I don’t need much to be thrown off guard. I don’t have that kind of fast smart like reaction that other guys have. So a few seconds of that can be quite uncomfortable for me. You know what I mean. I actually think I have many repressed thoughts, like why would I be uncomfortable, like ever? It’s not like I have a knife to my throat if someone says something strange to me, so there must be many memories and fears that arise to me in those kind of moments, or in this moment with Karina.

- He is just stupid – added Jimmy to the recollection of events -, but I didn’t want to say that to him or it would have took him two weeks to finish his story. So I just said in Korean “I feel you, keep going.”, which is very difficult to learn and I can’t teach you now, and he kept going.

I follow Karina on the sofa zone, she is leading me. I told you how the middle of the room is strangely down elevated, you gotta take one or maybe two steps down. That makes me notice that she is barefoot, I had took some slippers at the entrance, but she hasn’t any, not even socks. Barefoot. Not that I care, because I am not into feet, I don’t understand what’s the point of that. I am waiting for someone to explain it to me. Anyway. We get to the middle of all the sofas, I am waiting for us to sit, but instead she turns and faces me. She is distressed. Just a touch, but she is so pretty, so it is easy to notice. She looks at me straight into the eyes and says: - Can you... hide them?

“Hide them? Hide what?” I think. O right, her breasts. That’s what we were talking about just before. - How would I hide them? - I say.

- Can’t we do some shape that would draw the attention away from them?

I shake my head slightly. You can’t draw attention away from tits that just gained two sizes and are stretching out of closely fitted clothes.

She sees that I am not convinced. - Do I need longer extensions? - I look at her and say: - Don’t you have already some on? - No! - she quietly screams by protruding her lips – Those are mine. Who are you confusing me with?!

Like I told you I had not seen her for a few months. I get why she scolds me, I didn’t took it personal, she was looking out for competition. Idols can be so possessive of their look and team.

- The only thing that could hide them, I mean draw attention away, is maybe a bob cut. But I don’t think we can go for that without consulting the rest of your team. Especially Hansuk, I need her approval. - Hansuk is the head of the visual branch of Aespa, added Cheongtae to Jimmy, she coordinates make-up, hair and clothes. Not married, sharp, you should meet her. Jimmy wasn’t interested. So he kept pressing Cheongtae to hear the rest of the story.

- I am NOT getting a bob cut. That is horrid. What is that? The idiots that think they can get away with a bob cut in our industry... Shameful. - She took a step toward me. - Try something else.

I evaluate my options. She has indeed call me for something complex, as I had imagine. At least she doesn’t seem to want to get a real cut right now, just get a feeling of what we can do.

- Shouldn’t we go in another room? - I say -. One with a mirror... A chair?

- Why? - says Karina, concerned – Here it’s ok. You can sit. It’s very comfortable.

She gently sits down on the main sofa, tries to calm herself. I put myself on her right, what else can I do?

- Oppa, you look at us everyday. You see that this is a big... change.

She puts her hands on the air around her tits and moves them, to further highlight what she is talking about.

- Why did you do it if you don’t like them? - I add.

- Oh but I do like them – she replies -, I always wanted them big.

I nod, then realize I am nodding as a reflex, and dare to ask -... Why? Why do you like them?

She gets aggressive: - I don’t know. I feel like guys like them big... Don’t you?

- Sure. - I wasn’t lying. I wouldn’t say it is breast is what I think about first, but still. Big can be nice.

She keeps going: - But my fans... They can be so... limited. I am famous for being savage, powerful. Not cheap.

- I know – I say. She was right. Kpop groups go out with a very defined look in mind. It’s difficult to break out from it, even with different concepts, it is not something you should usually aim for.

She rapidly flutters her eyelashes at me and says: - Do I look... cheap?

- No, you don’t. - I promptly answer. She was as classy and expensive as always. There was just something in her crop top, the fluffy texture, that gave her more of “that kind” of look. And it arguably made her breast look even bigger. As if you had to touch them. A devilish loop. But there was no point to underline that, she would have changed her outfit completely for the comeback.

- I am Karina – she says -, not some stupid whore... - She takes her phone out of her pocket and says: - Let me show you.

She gets on youtube and starts typing and swiping, looking for a specific video. She finally finds it and turns it to me.

- Here, her. - She says while starting the video.

The video is a performance of Kiss of Life on Mnet, dating of the 24th of July. - Stick it. - I say.

Karina pauses the video and gives me a tap on my left leg: - It’s Sticky. Not Stick it. You are such a dog...- She presses play again.

I don’t know Kiss of Life much, but in this performance one of the fourth members was giving much more then the others, in my opinion. She is boldest, more defined and you could say just more... vulgar.

- You are looking at Natty, right? - Says Karina.

- I don’t know their names. – I reply.

- The one with the big tits.

- She has quite a character.

The video goes on, on the refrain you can hear “Sticky, Sticky, Sticky”, the four members all slam their asses, then squat, then rise up and bend forward while turning their head to the camera. But Natty improves on the choreography by keeping her mouth fully open while she shakes her ass. The camera clearly favors her.

Karina stops the video exactly at that point, with Natty wide open in front of my face.

I try to say something: - See, she has a bob cut – she indeed had one -. You look at her face more than her... body.

Karina’s face looks disgusted. - She is such a whore. She will never get it. Kpop is not just about making guys hard.

I agreed. While looking at Natty spreading her legs, looking down, opening her mouth... I am surely not focusing on the song.

Karina notices it: - Even you! Look at you! You are looking at her open mouth.

I try to bring back the discussion to our common interest, her own look: - You don’t need to do that. We can use a big bandana for you. The attention will stay on your face and you will look fierce.

- I am so pissed – says Karina -, you heard that I had to stop see my guy, right? While this slut does this on stage.

I remember that Karina was dating a hot Korean actor that she had met in Milan for some fashion event, she was then spotted in Seoul by paparazzi and had to apologize publicly. I had heard rumors that she was still seeing him, though.

Karina continues: - If I get ANY hate for my boobs... I swear, I’ll kill someone.

She starts swiping again on her phone.

- This was the maximum I was allowed to do on stage.

The new video is a snippet from a performance of Next Level, one of Aespa biggest songs. Karina press play.

In the video, while the aggressive rhythm fills the venue, the four Aespa members bends forward, and Karina gently hits Winter’s ass with her hand,

On her living room Karina follows the video and hums: - Next level wa... - she taps my leg again, while the clip plays for a second time.

Then I don’t know if it is because we are not having a lot of sex with my wife, you often told me I should fuck her more, since she is pretty and all, but you know how it is with her, or because I am tensed with the whole idea of having to do an urgent work for Karina, plus the videos of course... Well, I start to stiffen in my pants.

The second play-through of the video ends, but Karina’s hand stays on my left leg. I can’t really brush her off, that wouldn’t be polite.

- Oppa – she says-, do you think I should get rid of this savage style? Be like Natty, just go... all in?

- You should do whatever you like. - I say, like an idiot.

- Oh, really... - She replies with a tone.

Karina slightly moves her fingers on my inner, left, tight. My dick is slowly and luckily growing to the right. My pants are large, so it stays barely perceptible.

She keeps adding – Maybe if I change my stile once and for all they will let me date. I kind of miss him. He is very, very horny. - She looks in my eyes to see how I react. Then looks at herself and says: - He is always looking at my big tits...

And there it is. At that point I get tired of this whole bullshit. This calling me on the middle of the afternoon to work on her hair, the long list of complaints, the talking to me about her boyfriend... I can’t take it anymore and jump on her.

I grab her small head and enormous mass of hair with my hand and throw my head at her lips. I am not that aggressive usually, but she had really annoyed me. So...

She can barely breath through the kiss, I don’t let her. She aggressively taps my leg with her hand, so I relax the kiss and grab her tits in response.

- Oppa!! - she says like a surprised kid – What are you doing?

Obviously I don’t stop. She is just acting up.

- This is not very professional... Even Jae doesn’t go this fast...

Right, Jae-wook. That’s the name of her actor boyfriend.

I grab Karina’s hand and move it to my now hard dick. She starts to squeeze it through the pants.

- Why are you in such a rush – says Karina-, I thought you needed more time...

- More time for what? - I ask, even though I hopes for her to shut up.

- To cheat on your pretty wife... - she says.

- Oh, fuck off. - I stand up and raise her light body with a finger. Then bend her to the head of the sofa and start pushing against her ass. We are still both clothed.

- I thought you liked my face, all those time you looked at me at your shop... Guess I was wrong!

I remove her cargo pants and underwear in a single movement. Then my own pants.

She is wet enough, and I am not in the mood to waste more time to make it comfortable for her. I grab my dick and push it in.

Now that I am fucking her, she has finally stopped talking. She gracefully arch her back to me, you can see that all the Kpop training is paying off. I should not be doing this, but then again who cares, I am not the first of the team that has fucked one of the idols, as you know this is more common than people can imagine. Their job is hard, and we all need to relax.

She slightly pushes her body against me. Her hips, previously enhanced by the cargo pants, are quite fragile. I grab them with my hands and slam her in response. She squeak.

Feeling my rhythm settling Karina pushes me harder, she wants more of the slams, but I am not ready to give it to her. To make her point she flaunts her thick, dark and long hair. I look at them, they are quite imposing. I have trimmed and reshaped those hair to perfection dozen of times. Watching them moving from behind is quite a spectacle. I stiffen. Karina groans and pushes. It is like fucking a lion. I get even harder.

- Oppa – she says-, you are so big...

I am surely bigger than normal. And I am quite proud of it. - Not only for a Korean – adds Jimmy -, he is bigger than a western guy as well.

I push my fully hardened dick inside her and say: - Isn’t it too big? My wife says it hurts her sometimes...

- Oppa... Your wife doesn’t like your huge dick? - She says while turning her head to me. - How is that possible, I like it so much... - her cunt contracts.

- She says she hits her at the end and it hurts. - I add.

- Then it’s not really cheating... - Karina says, closing her eyes – She can keep your bored, sloppy dick...

She touches my right hand on her waist and adds: - I’ll take the huge horse cock of yours... It goes so well with my big tits...

I instantly bend forward and grab her new big breasts through her soft crop top. I bury my head into her cascade of dark hair. My dick is now swelling in pain. The rhythm through which I slam it inside Karina rapidly intensifies.

- Oppa... You are going too fast... - she says.

I don’t answer and cover her mouth with one of the hands.

She frees herself from it and says: - Be careful... you don’t want to make me pregnant.

- What? - I ask while leaving her tits and putting myself straight up again – You don’t take the pill?

- I don’t take anything! - she says, while still pushing her ass and body against me. - Those shit are not good for your skin. But keep going... Tell me when you are almost there...

We keep pushing for a few more seconds, at that point I am almost done, who wouldn’t and I let her know.

- Wait for me... - says Karina. She pushes me out of her, puts herself on her knees in front of the sofa and grabs my dick with her two hands. - You can finish on my face.

I am almost there. She looks at me with her big, dreamy eyes and says: - Oppa, do you like my... - but then I explode into her face. Which at least makes both her eyes and mouth close shut. She keeps stroking my dick in silence. Her face is covered with my full built up of load.

There is one main river of sperm, the thickest one, that goes through her lips. A second, smaller one, deviates left on her cheek. Multiple other droplets constellate the rest of her face, which she has masterfully bended back to avoid staining her eyes.

Karina keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the sperm on her face.

While looking at her I realize that, even through my numerous sexual encounters, I had never seen something so beautiful. It must have been the makeup, or the hair, or whatever else. Strangely enough, I had never had sex with an idol before.

Karina’s face looks like a painting.

That’s when I reach for my pants, specifically for the phone in my pocket. Karina thinks that I want to go and complains cutely. I give a pump of blood to my dick, so that it will look good on the picture. Karina feels it getting bigger into her hands and smile, still with her eyes closed. Resting like a diligent worker on her break.

I take the picture, put my phone away, and rise my pants.

She opens her eyes and throw herself into the couch.

- I should go – I say. Then I notice her horny look on her face and add: – Did you come?

- No, sorry – she says -. I think I need something more. To come, I mean.

- Yes, I get it. - I answer. What else could I have said? I didn’t have anything more than that to give. And it was also getting pretty late. Girls very often cannot get excited by sex alone, they need feelings, something like that. I said to myself that it must be the same for Karina.

I act with care and help her clean her face with a napkin. I am her employee after all. She doesn’t want me or her to go to the toilet to wash up though, strange.

Instead she grabs a soda from her fridge and rushes me off the apartment. Out in the hot city of Seoul.

- That is how Cheongtae told me he got this picture. - Said Jimmy. The American looked at him, wanting to know more.

- What did you say was your name, again? - Added Jimmy.

- Steven – said the American, that we can now call by his name -, my name is Steven, but you can call me Steve.

Jimmy waited for Steve’s question, which arrived after a few seconds: - Can I talk with Cheongtae? I’d really want to know more about his work in Kpop, it would help me for my job here as well.

- Well, that would be nice – said Jimmy -, very nice. Problem is Cheongtae told me this story one week ago, it had just happened, and I can’t get in contact with him since then.

- What do you mean, you can’t get in contact? - Asked Steven.

- What I mean is, that Cheongtae has disappeared. We are quite close. But I don’t know where he is.

At that Steven didn’t had an immediate follow up question. So we will have to wait and see for the next chapter to know more about his own train of thoughts.

#fanfic #karina #kpop smut #kpopsmut #kpop

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scleroticstatue · 2 months ago

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For the character hotness rating, for the fun of it: the current Terrafell crew (by whatever names you'd like to call them).

Atticus:

Tall, lithe, and graceful. He's feminine enough to be considered "pretty," and he makes up for it with a sharp smirk and purring tone. Is he faking his deep voice? Yes. Is he using beauty magic to keep his hair shiny? Definitely yes. Does he have a tendency to "accidentally touch" people when he's instructing them? Absolutely. He's competent, capable, and funny when given the chance. He's not quite my type, but he's someone's and she is going to be a lucky woman.

Sock Police:

He's big, he's broad, his biceps are the size of my head. He's got a little bit of a baby face that is going to turn into an amazing jawline and cheekbones in a couple of years, and his hair is ridiculously thick. He's constantly brooding, but that just might be his eyebrows and deep set eyes, which seem black but in the sunlight turn to spiced honey and his scars might as well be tattoos for him.

Furniture Man:

He's tall, has cheekbones to cut glass, and the beard. Yes, he's a little thin and pale and his eyes might freak someone out, but he's also very mature and incredibly aware of the limits of his situation while also maintaining hope and actively trying to solve stuff, which is just attractive in and of itself.

The Doc:

He's got a vibe. With the gray hair and the gray eyes and the glasses it's definitely a Look but he's also incredibly smart and empathetic and he's definitely a person to feel safe around. My introvert tuchus is mentally sitting in the same room as him without having to say a word.

Sir Dwarf:

Okay, he's not my type because he's definitely got a dad bod and he's, well, a dwarf, but he's got the physical ability to bench press me with one hand while folding steel with his other and I am not immune to that. Plus, he's the height of chivalric respect and there's very little I could ask beyond that.

Nik:

He's also not my type, but heaven knows that's not enough. Dark skin, dark eyes, the jaw, the confidence, the laid back attitude that tempers his bulging muscles, the smile. Weak for it.

A.T.:

He has the body of a 35 year old and the soul of Distinguished Gentleman. He's wise, thoughtful, and a legit snack. His eyes can see into your soul and his aggressively generous nature hides a surprisingly cunning side that would make me bite my lip if I saw it in person (if it wasn't directed at me)

Minor characters:

E. From D.:

He's definitely in the Distinguished Gentleman phase of life. He's rocking the gray hair, eye wrinkles, and his eyes are the sparkliest blue. I'm not there yet, but give me fifteen years and I will line up.

Emperor to Be:

The curls. The lips. The nose. This man is a Greek statue in flesh. He's ambitious and aggressive and possessive, but he will take care of what is his and he is mine.

Haggard Mailman:

Okay, in my defense, he just. Didn't get the time that put into his design that other characters did, and instead of being "video game gorgeous" he's just a background character. Someone probably thinks he's cute or handsome, but he's pretty generic.

#terrafell

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elliezlils11utt · 1 year ago

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Dom!abby x Reader

Content: abby Anderson finds you wondering around a wlf camp and punishes you. (Major smut)

Warnings: cussing, smut, pet names (doll, pretty girl) readers kind of a bitch, if I missed anything lmk!!

Proofread: definitely not😭🤞🏽

w/c: around 2k!

A/n: so this is my first actual smut fanfic. Um ever..? So if it’s bad that’s why. Probably a one-shot, bc I don’t see a reason to continue this. It’s kinda shitty☺️

You flutter your eyelids open, and look around. You attempt to rub your eyes trying to adjust your vision to see in the dark room before you, but are stoped. Confused, you squint your eyes to see your wrists are being restrained. They are tied tightly to the chair you’re sitting on. Where were you? Your eyes dart around the small room, as your heartbeat begins to speed up in worry.

Just then the door to the room flys open. A tall armed woman walks in locking eyes with you. She stands tall and approaches you slowly. She raises her gun directly at your head narrowing her eyes and begins to speak. “Who are you.” The woman said in a throaty voice.

You feather your eyebrows examining the woman trying to better understand the situation. Her voice was calm. She sounds unbothered. You in the other hand were fucking confused. “Why the fuck should I tell you?” You hiss back.

“Because I have a gun to your head” she said raising and eyebrow, forcing the gun closer to you. The tip of the pistol pushing against your forehead.

“Fuck you” you mumble, looking away. “My names y/n”

“I’m Abby. And you’re on my turf. Now back off, or I put a new air hole in your head” she demanded, lowering the gun a bit. What a fucking prick. You didn’t know where you were. You were lost, but you didn’t want to admit that to the powerful woman in front of you. It didn’t seem like you had a choice though. “It’s not like I fucking new I was on your turf, im lost”

“That sounds like a you problem” she replied, paying no mind to you as she wiped down her gun.

“Well yeah, no shit Sherlock. I’m not tryna start anything” Your say sincerely. Or as sincere as you could sound. Your sarcastic tone always seems to creep in when you’re trying to be serious. Abby put her gun back into her thigh pistol Hollister and turned her eyes to focus on you. Her eyes were sharp. Yet calming at the same time. Now that she was looking directly at you, you can’t help but notice her beautiful features. You take this moment to study every part of her.

“You’re not very smart for coming on this turf, you know?” Her sharp voice cuts through.

“I don’t wanna cause any trouble”

And even if you did, you definitely don’t wanna get on this girls bad side. That’s for sure.

“Good girl. Now why were you wondering around these parts anyways?” She questioned folding her arms against her chest.

Fuck. “Good girl.” Being called this felt like fucking heaven. But now was definitely not the time to be blushing about some random hot woman holding you hostage calling you “good girl.” It was just something about the way Abby held herself. She was so confident In her words and stance. It was so fucking attractive.

“Like I said. I’m lost. Me and my group split a couple days ago. I went off searching for them, saw the lights and thought they set up camp over here” you speak again. Trying to take your eyes off her muscular body.

Abby squints down at you. She clearly saw you blush. Fucking fuck. “How old are you y/n?” She asks.

“20 why?”

“You’re 20, and you blush at me calling you ‘good girl?’” She takes a step closer to you now, an eyebrow raised. Her hands still crossed.

“Fuck, I was hoping you didn’t see that.”

“I did.” She says, her voice still rough, But low. Abby takes another step forward and her hand reaches for something in her back pocket. She’s so close to you now. Why did you feel so attracted to her? She literally knocked you out and held a gun to your head. Yet you feel like she’s the hottest woman on the planet right now. You feel your heart begin to beat faster. She pulls a small pocket knife out and holds it in her hand. Her eyes still meeting yours as she cuts you free. Once she finished cutting the restraints off she leans even closer to you and begins to whisper into your ear “well now that I know your easily flustered, I’m going to take advantage of that” she muttered stepping back.

Your heart felt heavy when she said these words. Her face so close to yours. Your stomach had butterflies swirling around. And you begin to feel hot. Snap back to reality. You think.

“Fuck Abby. You make me nervous” you say laughing.

“I hope so” she moved a strand of hair away from your face and moved closer to you. You look up at her with shock and comfort.

“I’m blushing again aren’t I?”

She smirked again before reaching her hand out to touch your hair, softly playing with it.

“You are. Is that making you nervous..?”

“Yes.” You speak softly. A slight smile crawled across her face, as she leaned her face closer to yours, her lips almost touching yours.

“If I do this, you’re going to turn really red” she whispered before leaning in and kissing you, her lips gently brushing up against yours, before pulling away and looking at you. Her face still holding a smirk. “Your really red now”

You smile and look down at your feet. Trying to hide your red face before looking back up at her with a shy smile.

“There we go, you’re a mess now” she said In a seductive voice, before pulling your body to her, and kissing you again softly. This time her hands slowly moving down to your hips. Keeping the contact, and making the kiss more passionate. As she pulled away she looked at you again

“You know, you’re really not as tough as I thought you were” she said with a smirk.

“What can I say? I guess I have a soft spot for you Abby.” Her face turned a slight shade of pink as she was completely caught off guard for what you had said, but she smirked and shrugged it off.

“Well I’m glad I found your soft spot”

“Now look who’s the one blushing?” You say, teasing her a bit. Your body warm to her touch.

“Shut up.” she said sarcastically before leaning in for another kiss. Moving her hands to your hair, pulling you to sit on her lap. Her face an inch away from yours. “Is this okay..?” She asks, looking you in the eyes. You nodd eagerly. Abby’s wastes no time and locks lips with you again. Holding your face in her hand, she starts to place wet kisses down your jaw.

And A soft moan escapes your mouth as she starts to nibble up and down your Neck. “F-fuck” you groan. It’s been forever since you have been touched like this. It felt fucking amazing. “Someone’s sensitive.” Abby teases.

“Fuck you. Just keep going” you say laughing a little. Not caring if Abby was teasing you anymore. Abby listens and continues to leave marks down your neck. Slipping one of her hands up your shirt and slowly rubbing your waist. You wince at her touch and grab her arm. Sinking your long nails into her biceps. You softly grind your body against Abby’s. Your Jeans rubbing against your cunt getting wetter and wetter by the second. Fuck, you were so desperate.

Abby begins to unbutton your top. making sure to take her time undressing you. Wanting to take in this moment. She looking you in the eyes while she does this. Holding your waist close to her still. She removes your top to reveal a small grey sports bra badly big enough to keep your tits from poping out. She kisses down your neck again, this time going lower. she pulls up your sports bra and grabs your tits in her hands. Leaving sloppy kisses all down your collarbone. “Mhmm” you whine as she begins play with your sensitive nipples. Flicking, licking, and sucking on one. With the other one in her hand. Then she makes sure to give the other nipple the same love. You close your eyes and your back arches as you hold back moans. Holy shit. Was she good at this. She then picks you up off from on top of her at carry’s you over to the small bed in the room. You giggle a little. She’s now on top of your kissing down your abdomen, occasionally stoping to bite down and suck. She was marking you. While Rubbing her big hands down your long body her fingers slip into your pants waistband, feeling your soaked panties.

“you’re already wet, fuck.” She said raising her head from your now marked torso to look at you. Her fingers slide your underwear to the side, as she slowly traced your wet folds. You squirm, and whimper, wanting more. Your clit aching to be touched. Her other hand grabs your waist to hold you down so she can take her time with you. She liked watching you squirm around in pleaser from just a graze of what she could do for you. Her head dragged up to your face her mouth directly by your ear “you like that?”

Fuck, her voice was fucking everything.. “Mhhmm” is all you manage to spit out. You feel Abby’s fingers speeding up, gently grazing your clit.

“I’m going to need you to use your words, pretty girl.” She added. Nibbling on your ear and down your neck.

“F-Fuck, Abby yes yes.” You moan.

“More, please abby.” It wasn’t enough. Abby Hums in agreement and quickly slides one of her fingers in your dripping cunt. Leaving it there for a second so you can adjust to the new sensations. You let out a loud moan. Louder than you expected. Abby is quick to shove two of her fingers into your mouth. And you begin to suck on them, taking a hint.

“as much as I want to hear your pretty moans, we wouldn’t want ourselves getting caught now would we, doll?” She whispers into your ear as starts thrusting into of you, curling her fingers hitting the soft gooey spot inside just right. Your hands search for something to grab ahold on and settle for Abby’s braided hair that’s now nuzzled between your thighs. She removes her fingers from in your mouth and brings them down to Your thigh, ripping off your shorts and panties. hugging herself as close to her face as possible she begins to place kisses trailing down to your clit. Her fingers still keeping a steady pace inside you, she licks a fat stripe collecting the slick from your puffy folds.

“F-fuck Abby. Don’t stop.”

You whine, hips bucking into Abby face. The knot in your stomach growing larger.

“M’ so close”

Abby picks up the speed. Holding your stomach down to have better access to you. You try to warn Abby you’re going to cum, but only pornographic sounds leave your mouth. You come undone right on her face. Squealing, and squirming away from the pleasure. She slowly removes her digits from your swollen core, and gives your clit one last kiss before retrieving your panties and shorts from across the room. She slides them back onto you and plops down on the bed next to you. You’re still trying to recover from your orgasm when she places soft kisses on your forehead.

“You okay?”

She asks with a cocky grin. You look her in the eyes and nod with a fucked out look on your face. She just holds you for a while after and you eventually fall asleep in her arms.

Another a/n: I don’t know how to end smut fanfics, don’t come for me.😞

#abby tlou #tlou fanfiction #Abby’s Anderson #tlou2 #tlou 2 smut #dom!abby #tlou #Dom!abbyxreader

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maraudersidk · 1 month ago

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Female percy weasley (persephone) is so good like trust guys.

THE DEPTH OF HER AND GINNYS RELATIONSHIP. Like its giving girl, so confusing.

Also her and molly because mother daughter relationships are heartbreaking.(that one scene from ladybird, the whole movie actually)

HER WANTING TO BE MINISTER OF MAGIC AS A WOMAN!!!!LIKE THE ANGST

Everything is better when its women. They make me sick.

ALSO HER AND OLIVER WOULD BE THE GIRL AND BOY PREFECTS😝😝😝. Like ok i see u. Rendezvous during their rounds 100%.

Also oliver would be prefect cuz he would be the only male gryffindor.

Also her leaving and having the fight with arthur would be 10x more angsty cuz thats his baby girl like she was his first daughter and she definitely was a daddys girl growing up-she wanted to work in the ministry and her dad alr did so.

Also i made up a gc that prefects and head girl/boys get their own private dorms and it has a little common room and her and oliver would sit there at night and talk (make out)

ALSO this is alr my hcs for male percy i just wanna clarify cuz it feels like if i dokt im making her into an object between them all but:

her and marcus having a cute little relationship in fourth year cuz she was tutoring him, him being nicer to oliver off the pitch cuz she asked, oliver watching them and trying to not let his jealousy show. Marcus being perse's first friend other than oliver (who she thought only hung out with her for charlie or because of her notes) him showing her how amazing and smart she really is and fighting any slytherins who made comments abt her hair or looks or clothes. Marcus building up her confidence🤍.

Them breaking up in fifth year (it was mutual no bad blood they're besties) she starts talking to a hufflpuff named daniel (OC) him being a prefect so oliver always has to deal with his presence and be hates it because as much as he tries he can't hate him because hes just so nice. Daniel noticing how oliver looks at her and seeing how she looks at oliver (she didnt realize yet) Daniel giving little hints to help her see her feelings. Him comforting her and being so understanding when she does.

THEN SIXTH YEAR HAPPENS *this one's a doozy* perse was planning on talling oliver her feelings at the beginning of the year (after about 100 letters from marcus and daniel hyping her up - marcus threatening to beat him up and daniel sayung she should get chocolates). BUT when she was about to talk to him when they got bsck to school she sees oliver accepting a date from a girl named Sophie (sephie-sophie, see what i did there) in the year below, her running away and ignoring oliver for as long as she can. Perse befriending roger davies and they decide on a no strings attached (daniel did not approve, marcus found it hilarious and asked to join). Oliver goes ok the date but ends up rambling about perse for most of it ("shes so smart", "her hair is so pretty", "shes so helpful with my quidditch plays") sophie trying to ignore it until she can't and confronts him about it at the end of the date. Oliver apologies like crazy and end up spilling the past six years to sophie (shes too nice for her own good). They end uo with a weird tension between them up until right before Christmas break they make up and give each other gifts (no confession yet). Atp roger is just perse's theapist and gives her advice while they slack off on rounds to sneak to the kitchen. Near the end of the year the stress of exams and just generally everything that happened that year and penny (roger introduced penny and perce and they're THAT duo) they end up blowing up on each other and cue angry love confession.

I don't have all of this thought out but this was a very very summurised version of what happened (theres sm more angst for perce😁) this was supposed to be a trans perce psot but turned into perciver. What can is say guys they have me in a chokehold.

I might talk more about this cuz shes consuming me and she's so me. Sorry for the rant🤷🏻‍♀️

#Also on a different note she definitely has a tramp stamp of olivers name #He has sephie tattooed over his heart #Also idk how came up with persephone cuz ive seen it more than once but kodus to u #Perciver #percy weasley #oliver wood #Also her nickname would be perse like percy except it sounds more like purse rather than pierce ykwim #But oliver AND ONLY OLIVER calls her sephie #Her siblings are flabbergasted the first time they hear it because perse used to blow up at them whenever they did #It was perse to them and only perse #BUT #Her friends calls her cece #Also shes still tall guys like ridiculously #Olivers taller tho by a toenail #Unless shes wearing heels #Which she does #Whenever a man threatens her at work she just stand and towers iver him for a few seconds #I can just imagine her looking down at everyone with duch disdain

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agalychnisspranneusroseus · 3 months ago

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Roleswap AU Marcy and Grime have a different relationship from the one Grime and Sasha have in canon. In canon, Grime and Sasha are pretty much equals and rely on each other as such, with Sasha pulling him out of his depression and motivating him to pursue his evil goals.

In this AU, with Marcy on the run alongside him, Braddock and Percy, things are different. For starters, Marcy is a lot closer to Braddock and Percy than Sasha ever was. I'm bringing back the Marcy as a musical prodigy early concept because I think she could bond with Percy over that. She has this violin that she takes care of like it's her baby, in which she plays the openings of all her favorite animes (currently she's working on the version of Country Roads from Whispers of the Heart). Grime finds it infuriating, and one time, when she's having innocent fun with Percy and Braddock, he grabs her bow and breaks it in half.

This is like the third most traumatizing thing that's happened to her since landing in Amphibia. She goes very quiet and curls into a ball in the corner of the barn where they're hiding. She doesn't want to anger him more and risk losing her violin too.

Marcy hasn't gotten the opportunity to grow much in Amphibia like Sasha and Anne did. She's been kept prisoner and was then manipulated into helping the toads terrorize frogs. All she's done so far was regret her decision to bring them here and feel stupid. Her confidence is six feet under. She also hasn't received any training, never had access to sources to research the world of Amphibia, and never learned how to fight. She's a child. She feels more like a child than ever. Weak and stupid and useless.

Braddock and Percy scold the living hell out of Grime for treating a child (lost and scared and alone) like that. It's true that he's never thought of Marcy as a child before, what with her being so tall and the fact that he didn't know how to tell the difference between a juvenile and adult homo sapiens. He never had to deal with children before. Seeing her looking so uncharacteristically sad and quiet doesn't bring him joy. It's just sad. He decides to go into town and see if he can find a replacement, but all he can find are actual bows. They give him an idea, though. He comes back with one light yet long enough for Marcy, and tells her that, until he can find the kind of bow she needs, he'll teach her to use this one. This kid is going to get herself killed if her reaction to someone destroying her possesions is to sulk in the corner, and she's too smart to lose her to something stupid like that. She'll be his student now. Maybe then, when she's feeling stronger and more sure of herself, he'll be able to put her intelligence to good use, and he won't feel the weird need to check on her at night to see that she isn't crying, or to give her his parts of the rations without her realizing.

#amphibia #amphibia role swap au #marcy wu #captain grime #she triggers Protecc insticts in everyone she meets #my posts

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oogaboogaspookyman · 4 months ago

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Buzi fic let's muthafuckin gooooooooooo

B belongs to @ilovejoll !

[REDACTED] belongs to me!

[GOOD TEAM]

Back to that fuckin' camp... Great.

It's dark, it's rank, it's got a rancid, sinister and genuinely discomforting and dark aura, it's the place where one of her traumatic moments have transpired.

Uzi killed and ate her classmates here.

All this for a sighting...

And yet the four walked, around and about, searching like born hunters...

...

That's funny.

Uzi, N, V, and B (don't say anything about the names), they all walked and searched every nook and cranny, whatever cabin they found it's searched, because of this one Solver drone a group encountered that was, and Uzi quotes during the walk to the camp, "abnormally friggin' tall and chuckled a lot"

One guy even reportedly went missing after this encounter.

This new threat must be destroyed, there shall not be a season 2 of this bullshit.

Thud.

"I don't think it's here, weirdo" B spoke. Weirdo. Fuck's sake.

"It's Uzi, strawberry, and i'm sure if we look harder we'll find it, we already got traces of the guy so they must be here!" Uzi was confident after said traces were found... And N didn't seem to know when to quit being optimistic and supportive of Uzi, seriously the moment they got together it's like the entire planet was doomed to deal with these two dorks!

One of those dorks is your brother. You care about him. Do it for him. B sighed at the thought.

"We'll go a little further, and if we find it we kill it and we all go home, but if we don't..." B sounded threatening there, especially getting closer and whispering the next words in her sound receptor.

"You're dead to me. Having wasted our time."

Hot. That's not me saying it, i only say her thoughts out loud

"We'll find the weird analog horror freak, babe! I hate it when she's right, believe me, but we did find traces of this weirdo being around and we still find more!" V popped up from outta nowhere the interrupt the moment of intimacy intense mutual hatred, and showed off a piece of paper in her hand "Like this note i caught in a cabin!"

V flipped the note around, showing off... Something???

Uzi and N felt shivers run down their spine as V showed off the note.

"Haha! That's not ominous at all nope!" N and Uzi said in unison, perfectly. They took note of this.

"Jinx!"

V gagged at the sight of the Nuzi duo chuckling and giggling like little kids. B just glared at Uzi like she was a bad influence...

If it's of any consolation, they bother me too

"You don't get to talk, little shit" V growled at Uzi's tail.

Suddenly they stumble upon a strange... Cave??? In the camp?? At this time of year, at this time of day, in this part of the planet, localized entirely within this camp??

I had some fun while i could, it seems. Smiley face

"Shut" Uzi then squinted, as if it's going to make comprehending easier, and...

[PROCESSING WUTEVR THIS IS]

[◻️◻️◻️◻️◻️_______]

Yes it's a cave! A very ominous, red, fleshy cave that destroyed an entire cabin, turning it into a gruesome wooden outer layer for itself and thus taking it's place!

"aaAAHAHAHAa OKAY UZI UHHH... DO WE ENTER OR DO WE BURN IT ALL DOWN" N chuckled with lots of fear in his voice.

"If we burn the cave it's going to burn the entire forest too, and as much as i'd love that it's very important and i know there's others who love this forest as much as i hate it" Uzi sounds so smart when she explains things, it made N's core flutter... Aside from beating a little too fast at the sight of the cave and the general aura of the camp.

FIND ME

FIGHT ME

HOW WELL DO YOU FARE

Uzi turned around fast.

Oh i know this one!

She grimaced at this, hearing a robotic male voice coming from... Pretty much nowhere and at the same time as if it's behind her, and looked at everyone else to verify that she's not crazy.

N, V, and B all look just as unsettled. She's not crazy then.

"We're going home, gang, fuck this and fuck everyone" B began walking away while holding up two middle fingers.

Something was wrapped around their leg.

Catch

It's Uzi's fucking tail.

"We don't know what this is, it could be something worse than... It, and if that's the case, then we have to put a stop to it... As much as i hate this, it has to be done"

B hates when Uzi is right... They groaned "FINE let's get this over with" as they walked back to the area and swapped their hands with claws...

Let's go down in the belly of the beast...

Haha, Uzi scolded you

"She didn't scold me, freak" B growled at Uzi's tail. Y'know- the moment this thing began to speak, they knew it meant something terrible was coming. (Whether i mean they as in the group or B alone is up to you lmao)

Gross.

It's all wet, squishy, bloody flesh from top to bottom.

Massive, disgusting, grotesque.

This cave is nothing but blood and gore.

As the group walked, something began to pulsate from the ground Uzi walked on...

"GAH ROBO CHRIST!!" It blew up and blood landed on her face and clothes.

V could only giggle. Of course she'd giggle.

"Bite me, what if this happened to you!"

"I'd lick it off, period. Likely tastier than you~"

Uzi just. Glared and made a face that spelled out Why Are You Like This™

Gross, gross, gross, fucking gross.

Giggle

"Quiet you!" Uzi hissed at her own tail. You look crazy rn lol

Gurgling from further away..?

Uh oh spaghetti-os

"What the..??" B knew it meant something was wrong but they couldn't quite put a finger on it...

Until a spot in the ground began to pulsate, as if something was trying to get out and make itself known.

"Holy- V WATCH OUT!" B yelled as she tackled V out of the radius.

A tendril bursts from the ground, the spot that was pulsating before, and attempts to grab whatever was unfortunate enough to end up in it's clutches.

That being B.

"N GET OUTTA THERE!!" And Uzi, as she tackled the frozen in fear N out of it's reach.

B and Uzi are grabbed by tendrils, and right after dragged into the depths of the flesh cave, screaming.

"UZI!!!" N screams, fear in his voice and his heart beating at it's fastest, meanwhile V is quiet, in shock from what she just witnessed...

They've both lost people they care about...

"Ow... Robo god my head..." Uzi said under her breath, slowly getting up from a rough fall...

"Uzi..? Are you okay..?" She heard a familiar voice speak to her, a worried tone in their voice... B???

"No way you're telling me that, strawberry... Yeah i'm fine, i've been through much worse..." Uzi got up and dusted herself off.

B sighed "Let's get this over with before any of us die here, no bonding things, capiche?"

"Alright alright, no need to get pissy over caring about me~" she said smugly before–

"I care because N cares, if he didn't you'd be dead meat the moment we met. He's my brother and a fucking ray of sunshine, so you better behave."

Woah

"..." Uzi didn't know what to feel or think of this... It hit way too hard to really know what to feel... Maybe something like sadness? Something similar...

But she's not a feelings person, she's an edgy tough fighter that became GOD some time ago! She's not gonna let that persona fall apart now!

"Gee alright..." was all she could muster, seeing no other choice of words to respond... Whatever that was.

B swapped their left hand with a flashlight, looking for some sort of exit or way forward...

And a way forward there is. In the shape of a drone.

A freakishly tall drone with a blank, empty visor, also a tattered, dark blue robe and grey spiky hair. It's him.

A song began, somewhere. A very corrupted, broken song, making the sight of him standing all the more sinister.

Excited. Here we go~. Smiley face

You found me!

I'm so glad!

And now

He crouched, going from standing tall to crawling on all fours.

We get to play!

Yay!

Every spoken word, he moved like his body was made of a rubber hose, at times even twitching and shaking.

My name is Pen, and you are Serial Designation B and Uzi Doorman

How does he know all that?!

"Wha- wha- wh- what are you?!" Uzi stammered from the sheer terror, whipping out her railgun as B showed off their right hand, the huge steel claws, and the red nanite acid tail, preparing themself to strike the moment Pen made any move... And subconciously using the other hand to put it in front of Uzi, protecting her.

What am i? Ahhh... Good question there, miss Doorman!

I'm a host of the Absolute Solver, it seems...

His head twitched and shook for a short moment...

And i sense quite a lot of it, too, coming from

He crawled closer, his body clicking like clockwork, somehow not getting sliced and diced by B... Turns out, they're frozen in fear too, shaking.

You

Miss Doorman

His blank, empty, dark visor stared into Uzi's core...

But enough chit chat!

He quickly shifted and thrashed about back away from the two.

Let's get started with the games!

Let's have some fun!

Let's play together!

Just us three!

It's going to be so much fun!

As Pen lifted a hand...

"NO!"

SLASH...

My hand

B cut it off

Turns out, B did indeed swing forward and cut off one of Pen's hands.

That's something!

Why the fuck does he act like it's nothing

B lunged forward, and got smacked away by the remaining hand of Pen, and said hand is blasted into oblivion by Uzi's railgun. Well. More like whole arm.

"Shit i missed!" She hissed, as she did indeed miss! You missed! How could you miss, he was three feet in front of you!

Rude

Uzi is grabbed by the previously chopped off hand and thrown away from himself like a kid's toy, sending her railgun away from it's owner.

Where did that hand come from?? Can he regenerate?!

No matter, it's a fight he's looking for then it's a fight he'll get...

B and Uzi stand back up to have a go again and let out a war cry as they run straight towards Pen.

LET'S PLAY, FREAK

It's a battle against just another liar.

When Pen is engaged in combat, all he does is scramble, thrash about, climb and crawl around like a spider and lunge forward when they're both lined up, causing both B and Uzi to get tackled and taken down.

When he is down, suddenly the room goes dark and both B and Uzi are grabbed and thrown away like plushies. And yet they keep getting back up to try again.

He likes to fuck with his prey, it seems...

At least it means Pen can be defeated.

Uzi, having landed conviniently perfectly from a throw, aimed her railgun at Pen once more, this time for the core. Which was hard to do, as his entire body moved like he was one rubber hose, thrashing about wildly and bending and shifting and whipping.

"Fuck!" Uzi shouted, which caused Pen to hear her cuss and grab her from afar as he threw B away.

Language, miss Doorman

I don't appreciate that kind of tone

I think i should punish you for that

And i know just what to do

Uh oh spaghetti-os.

"DO NOT TOUCH HER!"

SLASH...

B flew into the scene and chopped off the arm Uzi was trapped in, and suddenly it felt like time slowed down.

Oh holy shit.

The sight of B, in the air having chopped off one of Pen's arms, the one that held Uzi in his grasp, their hair flying in the wind of the momentum. That long, silver, fluffy, absolutely gorgeous hair.

...

B looked at her, apparently taking advantage of time having slowed down, and smiled so sincerely..? Why???

"[I gotcha]" their screen displayed.

She nodded and smiled back, as she fell and landed on her feet, and raised her railgun once more.

"B! Restrain him for me!"

"Copy that." Woah they love dropping that deep voice card don't they.

B, SOME-FUCKING-HOW, swapped their right hand for the laser and cut Pen's limbs off with it in the air in a half-moon swipe, and soon after they manage to pin him to the wall with their tail to his head.

Well

We had a good run

Well played, duo

See you another day

Bt Ofm kpplfc pm bs sgf kjsskf ovqokf hjqk, bjnjmh gfq spz bs gjt dpqf, gf efks, epq pmdf jm gjt kjef, xgpkf.

Boom

"Thanks for saving my ass back there..."

"It's nothing... Really, it's nothing, it means nothing-"

"Oh my robo GOD B COULD YOU STOP WITH THE TSUNDERE SHIT" B got startled at the sudden yelling from Uzi. They feel scolded now.

"You saved me and i saved you, we saved each other, because we both care about N and apparently each other too- if it's of any consolation i didn't want this either but does it look like i have control over my feelings?! No! No i don't!"

B looked on as Uzi went on her crazy tangent about feelings and reppression and so on so forth, essentially scolding them, and at some point...

"Okay i get it, now quiet! Christ you can be so annoying sometimes..."

...

Sigh

"Thanks, i guess... We made a good team..."

...

Uzi could only smile at that. They're right, they do make a good team...

"Yeah..."

"UZI!!!!!!"

Here comes big brother

UH OH SPAGHETTI-OS.

One mighty tackle hug full of love from a worried and happy N took her down once and for all! The evil is defeated! (No it's not, i'm being goofy here lol)

And now it's B's turn in getting taken down, from the small yet strong and feisty V, running full speed at B to give a tackle hug too, causing them both to fall down. V then proceeded to kiss the everloving fUCK out of B because god damn she missed them.

"Woag............" Is all B could muster.

"Are you okay Zi?! Are you hurt?! Traumatized?! Did someone try to do bonding things with you that wasn't B?!"

"I'm okay N i'm fine, heheh-" Uzi chuckled and then fell into a giggle fit when N began nuzzling into her neck.

...

Uzi looked at B, who was smiling at her once more. Surprised, then another sincere smile too.

[You did great]

[So did u]

[Thanks]

[Same]

#murder drones #md oc #other people's ocs #oc x canon #THAT'S WHAT IT IS #md cyn #uzi doorman #spooker's writing #tw flesh #tw body horror #tw gore #tw violence #tw blood #just the usual Murder Drones horror!#SoundCloud

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youmarin · 2 years ago

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I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!

Word count: 5,462

Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)

Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes.

You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock.

Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate?

“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board.

“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim.

“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”

“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.”

“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.”

“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.”

“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up.

“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.

“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”

“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.

“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.”

“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised.

“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least.

“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.

“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly.

“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?”

“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious.

“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.”

“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.”

“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.

“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back.

“Oh.” Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.

“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.”

“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.”

“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.

Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“

“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off.

“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders.

“Oh I know you two.”

“Keeping tabs about us?”

“Rather staying clear of you.”

“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.”

“I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly.

Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him.

“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?”

“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.

“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat.

“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him.

“Nice job, dumbass.”

You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up.

“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them.

“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly.

“I don’t think the answers will be enough.” Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.”

You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?”

“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel?

“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly.

“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.” Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him.

You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?”

“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes.

‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out.

“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki.

Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa.

It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf.

As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.

Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead.

Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture.

“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you.

“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”

“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him.

“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room.

“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath.

“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette.

Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?”

“Nothing.”

You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts.

Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged.

“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”

“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.”

“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.”

“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable.

“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa.

“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea.

“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet.

“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And what?”

He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.”

Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment.

“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face.

“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.

“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.

Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.”

“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued.

“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined.

“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?”

“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled.

“So you dated?”

“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.”

“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation.

“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?”

“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”

Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights.

Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow.

Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same.

He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something.

You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?” Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?”

“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed.

“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely.

“You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him.

“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?” you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?”

“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.”

“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.”

“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.

“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.”

“Jealous?”

“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.”

A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.”

When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said.

Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far.

It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school.

“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce.

“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.

“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.

“They let you inside like that?” You signaled.

“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?”

“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head.

You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders.

“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?”

“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.”

When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously.

One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone.

“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.” Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell.

“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying.

After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two.

“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.” Oikawa smacked himself on the face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just… Peachy.”

“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you.

He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”

You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand.

One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile.

“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes.

Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.”

“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked.

“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?”

“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.”

“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him.

“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.”

“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.” You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea.

“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.”

“That’s not true.”

“So you fell for her but she hates you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought.

“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?”

“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?”

“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…”

“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”

He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”

“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.

He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.”

“Then what?” you said expectantly.

“How about you and Makki?”

“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him.

“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully.

“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.

“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed.

“Neither are you.”

“Thanks.” . . . “But do you find him attractive?”

“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.

“Nothing. I was just asking.”

“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”

“Want me to ask him?”

“No. What for?”

Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.

“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…”

“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.

Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.”

Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class.

Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk.

Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki

You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.

“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.”

Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later.

You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.”

You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you.

“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile.

“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-”

“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him.

“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-”

“Are you going out with someone?”

You shook your head, “I-”

“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?” Love? Then he looked over at the boys seriously.

Sugawara snorted.

“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”

“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought.

“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”

“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.”

“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.

“Same thing I’m asking.”

“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.” which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit.

“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room.

“It’s not true!”

“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man.

“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.”

“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered, while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way. His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides.

“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?”

“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”

A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin

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thelittleadventuresofroo · 8 months ago

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Roo has known for a very long time that she is secretly a little girl, even if her birth certificate says otherwise. At least some of the time, she is. How else do you explain why she loves plushies so much? And visiting the zoo and eating ice cream and having her hair brushed and put into pigtails?

She considers herself very lucky to have found Drakia, a tall, elegant lady with lithe hands that make her tummy flip and dark brown hair that’s so, so terribly soft Roo could almost cry. Drakia asked Roo to marry her 3 years ago, when Roo was 20 years old and halfway through getting her degree in early childhood psychology.

Roo never finished her degree, though. Drakia thought it was a better idea for Roo to quit school and focus more on the things that make her happy, like baking cupcakes with too many sprinkles and a part time job at the local bookstore.

Even though they have only been married for 3 years, Drakia has been Roo’s “mommy” for 3 and a half. It all happened by accident, really. But Roo can still remember the moment that it did so very, very clearly.

For every date they ever had, Drakia picked Roo up from her apartment. Back then, she had a sleek black car with a matching faux leather interior. It gave Roo butterflies to see her waiting outside, especially when she’d lean over from the drivers seat and open Roo’s door for her.

Drakia is taller than Roo, and when they’re in the car together that is abundantly clear. Drakia is a safe, smart driver, and she was back then, too. She was always carefully focused on the road, calm and assured under pressure. Roo always feels safe in the passenger seat of her car. And hot between her thighs.

One night, just a couple of months into their dating, Drakia parked to walk Roo to her door after their date. They hadn’t slept together yet because Roo was too nervous and shy. Not because she was a virgin, which she was not, but because Drakia was so beautiful and confident and Roo was so…Roo.

They were kissing, the tension between them hotter than the steamy July air. And considering they were in Florida, that was saying something. Roo’s hands tangled in Drakia’s hair, mussing her perfect pony. Drakia was more gentle, restrained.

Until she wasn’t.

Her light touch on Roo’s cheek and soft, tender kisses became a firm hold on her waist and an open, raw embrace of mouth that threatened Roo’s very state of consciousness. She gasped in shock before moaning, a soft, gentle sound.

“Mommy.”

Everything stopped. For a moment, the Earth stopped turning and so did time itself.

The kiss broke. Roo scorched from the inside out, her stomach churning.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, fumbling with the door handle. All she wanted—short of going back in time—was to get out of that car. It seemed to be closing in on her. One more second inside and she was sure she would suffocate. “Oh god, I’m sorry. So sorry.”

Her shaking fingers finally managed to grasp the handle—

Click.

Roo’s head whipped to see Drakia, who had just pressed the master lock, effectively trapping Roo inside. Her expression was possessive, at once calm and utterly dominating.

“You ask permission before you get out of the car, princess,” Drakia said lowly, not breaking eye contact. “Especially at nighttime. It’s not safe for little girls to be out wandering in the dark.”

Roo’s lips parted, heart squeezing.

“And you never, ever,” she whispered, closing the distance between them, “pull away from me when I am kissing you.”

It was a short, quick kiss that nonetheless left Roo unable to breathe.

Drakia shifted the car out of park into reverse, checking her mirrors as she backed out of the parking space. “Call your mom. Tell her you’re spending the night at your mommy’s.”

Roo gaped. “What?”

“I won’t fuck you if you don’t want me to,” Drakia said, driving smoothly through the gates of the apartment complex. “But I am going to lick your pretty little pussy until “mommy” is the only name you have for me.”

Roo’s brain short-circuited. Drakia was always poised and polite up until that moment. Passionate, but never explicit.

“You’re,” Roo stammered. “Into this?”

Drakia braked at the stop sign, looking over at Roo. The streetlights danced across her light skin, her mahogany eyes bright with heat.

“I’m into you,” she said.

Back at her apartment, Drakia made good on her promise. Roo came more times than she could count, her legs shaking and tears streaming from her eyes as she cried out.

“Mommy, mommy, mommy.”

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walkingstackofbooks · 1 year ago

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DS9 4x06 Little Green Men thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!)

[2 July '23]

Rom's so proud of Nog and I will always love watching him be proud

Nog running away from Kira's disapproval when she finds her springball racket XD

Watching the tooth sharpener be used makes me cringe... Aiii dentistry, I cannot

"Why do you need me?" "Because knowing our cousin, it's probably defective merchandise." "...I better have a look at it."

"I could take over the bar, and you could fly off into the great unknown never to return." It's funny how much Rom says things like this, but he'd be pretty bereft if it actually happened, I think.

"All I ask is a tall ship... and a load of contraband to fill her with." How many times has Quark heard someone reference that poem? But also I love it when that poem is referenced, the TOS feels <3

"I can't think of anyone I'd rather do nothing with than you." That is so cute, Nog!

"It's a going-away present!" Oh, Julian and Miles are sweethearts <3

"I'll walk you over to the airlock... it was a good spot..." "The best." This is almost romantic music playing over the two of them 😅

Rom's actually so smart. "Especially if we make a side trip to Orion on the way back home." Look at him go!

"I've always been smart, brother. I've just lacked self confidence." Perfect line is perfect.

"20% of the profits." Good on you Rom for finding that self-confidence! I love this new you!

"As a Starfleet cadet, it's my duty to report any violation of Federation law to my superiors immediately. But then again, I haven't been sworn in yet. I'll take ten percent." Love that he's still so Ferengi! And his confidence <3

"Doesn't this Gabriel Bell human look just like Captain Sisko ?" XD top notch reference

"Rom, you're a genius!" "You think so?" "How should I know?" XD

I love how much Nog has already learnt and remembered about hooman history

"Don't be an idiot. Nuclear fission doesn't happen within planetary atmospheres." "It does here. In the twentieth century humans used crude nuclear reactors as weapons. They called them atom bombs. They used to blow them up all the time." "They irradiated their own planet?" Oh, humanity ... :/ I do like when they portray us humans as the strange ones

Nurse Garland is a gem and I love her

"Gold is good." I thought gold was worthless and Latinum is the good bit?

"We know all about you. Baseball, root beer, darts, atom bombs." XD like the four things he knows about humans

"Nurse Garland, I'm having trouble with my ear again. Could you massage it some more?" Nog is shameless! This does make me uncomfy o.o

Ohhh, the dog's Odo, right?

Hehe yes!

Nog creating some big story is like whatever happens in season 6 with the Vorta? I can't really remember, but note for future Andi - when you rewatch that episode, remember this :P

"Who's he?" "My hero." Out of context you do NOT expect this to a genuine Quark and Odo quote.

Nurse Garland is very Edith Keeler, isn't she <3 That dream of a better future once humans face got to space... I'm sorry it won't be in your lifetime, my lovely.

This was such a lovely send-off episode for Nog (I know he comes back but still)

Also, did Odo really take *four weeks off* just to tail Quark?!

"This is all a misunderstanding. Rom, get me a lawyer." "I'll contact cousin Gaila. I'm sure he'll know a good one." Haha ROM

#DS9 4x7 #DS9 Little Green Men #andi watches ds9 #WSB

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ocean-blue-whump · 2 years ago

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A Coach and a Canvas

For other Marlow posts: #marlow lancaster: wildcat

Taglist: ask to be added!

CW: gang setting, mentions of prior kidnapping, post fistfight

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Marlow can still feel the blood pounding in her ears. She sits down on the bench in the locker room, holding a towel to the cut above her eye. Fuck, that was…something out there. Her heart is still racing from the fight. She doesn’t remember exactly how she got here, how this ended up happening, but a few nights ago, she met a guy who put her down on a schedule and told her to show up at this address.

Not even an hour ago, she was standing in front of a metal door with no idea what she got herself into. She was the first fight of the night, facing off against a big, muscular woman. It was…Marlow doesn’t know what happened. She had kept light on her toes and bounced around, and eventually, the woman tired out. A few well placed punches to the jaw and chest had her on the ground with the crowd roaring.

It was still a hard fight. The woman was strong enough that every single hit she landed hurt like hell, leaving bruises and splitting Marlow’s skin open.

Marlow bends over and spits a mouthful of blood into the towel, then puts it back to her head. The adrenaline is still coursing through her body. Listening to the spectators…she doesn’t think she’ll forget it any time soon. It was fucking addicting, the power that surged through her when she stood up from the sawdust-covered ring, blood dripping from her face, bruises forming on her bare torso. She wants to bottle that feeling and breathe it in over and over.

She’s so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn’t notice the other person in the locker room until he clears his throat. Marlow jumps a little bit, wiping her face with the bloody rag. “Oh, sorry. Can I…help with something?”

The man isn’t too tall, his jet black hair slicked back and his goatee neatly groomed. He’s muscular, in a skin tight gray shirt and black joggers. He smiles warmly at her, his hands in his pocket. “Marlow, right? You fought Misty tonight?”

“If that was her name, yeah.” Marlow sets the rag down, hoping she doesn’t look like a maniac with blood all over her face. “I did my best.”

“Have you been trained before?” the man asks, sitting down on the bench next to her. “I mean, you won, but it was…rough.” He laughs a little, smiling at her. “So did you have formal training or informal or nothing?”

Marlow stares at the ground, lacing her bruised hands together. “Umm, nothing. I just kind of waited until she got tired.”

“Smart move. The bigger someone is, the more likely you’ll be able to wear them off. You also took hits pretty well. Of course, you’re bleeding now, but you were good at keeping calm when she decked you. Got back up pretty quickly.” The man stands up and moves in front of Marlow, leaning against the lockers. “I have to be honest with you, Marlow. I don’t really care about making small talk. At this point, you probably realized we work outside of the law here, but there’s profit in it. Tonight, you fought on a small ticket independently. There wasn’t any money in what you did. You were like an appetizer for the bigger events. You came into this independently, but the fighters on the big tickets aren’t independent. Most of them work under a coach, and really, there are only four coaches that matter here. Four of us train, manage, and support the biggest fighters in the arena.” He smirks at her, holding her gaze confidently. “I’ve been looking for a new fighter. The problem is that there are two main groups of people. The first are good fighters, yeah, but they’ve been trained before. They’re damaged canvases. What I can teach won’t matter because they already have their habits. The other group is untrained, yet shows no potential and no skill and no will to learn. You’re in a third group. You’ve got a lot of skill, and you’re a very, very appeasing blank canvas. No one will see a girl like you coming, and with my help, I can make you a legend here. The crowd you had tonight? Don’t play dumb, Marlow. I know you loved it, and when I make you a big ticket fighter…there’s nothing quite like it. You’ll have all those people hanging on every little move you make. My name is Rico Lochan, and I’m the best of the four top coaches. I can take you to the top. I can make you lethal, and all you have to do is say yes.”

Marlow listens to Rico’s speech and tries to absorb as much of it as she can. Everything he’s saying sounds promising…too promising. “What’s the catch?” she asks, crossing her legs at the knee.

Rico chuckles. “I’m glad you asked. I’d be worried if you didn’t. The catch, Marlow, is that…I’ve tried to train others to be my prodigy, and, well, let’s just say I’ve gotten mixed results. A lot of people can’t handle what it takes to be the best. They don’t want to give themselves to this life. Devotion is a difficult thing to come by these days. And, of course, I’m not an easy man to work with. You look about college age, I won’t interfere with your classes, but I will ask you to give me everything you have. I’ll push you to your breaking point, Marlow, and you’ll either sink or swim.” Rico shrugs, his voice still light. “To be honest, there’s something in your eyes, kid. I’m not going to make assumptions about who you are, but there is just something about you. I’ve tried fifteen other trainees to find a prodigy. Not one of them, after winning their first fight, had that smile on their face when they one. Not one of them would have kept getting up after taking the beating you did.”

“I’m eighteen,” Marlow says in a hoarse voice, looking up at him. When he doesn’t stop her, she keeps talking. “I’m eighteen years old. You don’t need to know where I’m from or anything else about me, but you do need to know that breaking me down isn’t possible. I don’t know what weak ass bitches you tried to train before me, but I’m nothing like them.” She stands up from the bench and all she can think about is what it felt like to stand over Misty with blood hands and hear people roar for her. There was so much peace in that violence. Marlow hasn’t felt calm…ever, especially not since the kidnapping incident. That is, until she caught the underside of Misty’s chin with an uppercut. There was calm in her muscles burning and her body begging her to stop. “You want a fighter, I can learn.”

“Good girl,” Rico says with a smile. “First thing’s first. I can call you Marlow, but your name to anyone else, coaches or other fighters, is a weakness. People do bad shit if they see someone threatening their winning streak. You need a name. Marlow Lancaster doesn’t belong here. She’s a weak little girl. Wildcat, on the other hand…that’s a name people could bet on.” His grin is slow and wicked and dark and Marlow’s heart is going to beat right out of her chest. “Say it, Wildcat. Tell me what you’re doing here. Give yourself to me and I’ll make you the most powerful woman in this whole fucking city.”

Marlow focuses her energy on Rico. There’s no room for fear, and yeah, she could beat Misty, but that’s not enough. She needs to protect herself because she never wants to be a scared girl kidnapped by a serial killer again. “I give myself to you,” she says, green eyes cold. “Body and soul, Rico. I want to fight. So push me. Teach me how to win here. Teach me how to fight.”

Rico steps forward, holding Marlow's chin and tipping her head up. He examines her, tilting her face around, his eyes lingering over the streaks of blood and blossoming bruises. “We’ll make something out of you, Wildcat. Tomorrow, four in the morning. Meet me here and we’ll go over your schedule.” He lets go of her chin and starts walking towards the door, but stops with his hand on the handle. “Clean yourself up and hide those stupid fucking bruises. No trainee of mine walks around looking like that from such an amateur fight. Getting beat by fucking Misty. You might have won, but that performance is nothing to be proud of.”

Marlow watches him slam the door, her head spinning. His mood changed so fast, but his voice still stayed light. In five seconds, he brought Marlow’s fantasy crashing back down to earth. She brings her hand to her face, suddenly aware of how she looks. “Fuck…” she mutters, staggering over to the sink. The girl who stares back at her is bloody and bruised and exhausted. Not a fighter.

It’s been ages since she’s slept well. It’s been so long since she’s felt anything other than helpless. The girl in the mirror isn’t anywhere close to a wildcat, but Marlow has to try. She splashes some water on her face, puts on her jacket, grabs her bag, and steps out into the night, fishing in her pocket for a cigarette.

#marlow lancaster #marlow lancaster: wildcat #whump writing #lady whump #rico lochran #blue's words

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merryfortune · 2 years ago

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Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Written for the Choco Box Challenge with a Femslash February flavour

Prompt: Midnight Snacks

Title: Life is Like a Box of Chocolates

Ship: Fairytaleshipping | Mieru/Mikiyo

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,449

Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Crushes

Mieru didn’t really get the expression, “Life is like a box of chocolates.”

Every box of chocolates that she had ever delightfully indulged in, it came in a box. What a shocker. Moreover, said box had all sorts of information on how to identify the different chocolates inside of it. Whether it was colour coded foils or the actual shapes and decorations of the chocolates themselves, well, she always knew exactly what she was getting out of a box of chocolates.

She didn’t even need to use her extra-sensory perceptions to work out exactly what she was getting. If she wanted dark chocolate with a raspberry cream centre, too easy.

So yes. It seemed like a rather ineffectual expression to Mieru, especially to symbolise how chaotic and unpredictable life could be. A much better expression, in Mieru’s experience would be… Life was like a building that stood tall until a monster smashed through it unexpectedly.

Well a monster, or a fiend, or a dragon. Something like that. To her, that seemed much more fitting of an expression and much closer within the realms of what Mieru had never predicted, even with her talents and aptitudes in the psychic field.

To her, that best symbolised, that which she could not foresee. That put pressure on the bounds and perimeters of what Mieru believed constituted reality. Before that moment in which Zarc awakened within her darling, Mieru thought she was a master of all which was and was not possible.

Apparently not.

It was a good vaccine against arrogance, even if it had shaken her and it wasn’t a dosage that she had wanted, let alone asked for. But pride always comes before a fall, this would be good or better for her in the long run. That’s what she was trying to convince herself, anyway. She just needed to build up her confidence again after a literally earth shattering revelation at a time.

One chocolate at a time.

Mikiyo had been so kind as to bring a box around. Even if it was late at night because Mieru had been desperate and phoned Mikiyo’s parents on the landline and they had allowed her to come around. She was a good friend. No, Mikiyo was an excellent and wonderful friend, actually. Mieru’s first, and truth be told, only friend. Having a reputation as a teacher’s pet made her kind of disliked, as much as it made her very admired in her school.

Elementary school seemed so much easier in hindsight, Mieru sighed. She had an excellent memory and so remembered the days she struggled with tests clearly, the days when the other children had bullied her for her abilities, and the general drama that comes with putting too many children in the same place.

Moreover, she pined for the days when she and Mikiyo were inseparable, she had always been by Mieru’s side, never making fun of her and never milking her too far for her talents, either. They both dreamt of starlight, though. However the stars they both had in their eyes, they differed slightly. Mieru wanted to study the constellations, Mikiyo wanted join them as a starlet. They seemed destined to split until then, they were holed up in Mieru’s bedroom, like they were kids on a playdate.

“My readings have been off ever since that day.” Mieru confessed. “It makes me feel useless if I don’t have this thing. I’m not book smart, I’m not tall and pretty. But I have this. I had… this.”

“Oh, dearie.” Mikiyo emphasised.

“The world’s changed and I think that change took everything I took for granted with it.” Mieru worried.

She drew in closer to herself. She turned into a little ball, propped up by frilly pillows behind her, she put her chin over her tucked up knees. Mikiyo reached for her and stroked her leg.

“You're being too hard on yourself, possum.” Mikiyo consoled her. “C’mon, do me a reading. Right here and now. My usual spread, please.”

“I’m really not in the mood.” Mieru said.

She turned her head to the side, to face the wall. A deliberate choice for if she had turned her head to the right, she would have to reckon with the deck of Arcana Force cards on her bedside table. She had never realised it before but the strands of her psychic ability, she had heard of them, once upon a time, the Duel Monsters who were alive and well inside her decks.

She couldn’t hear them if she didn’t look at them but Mieru hadn’t heard them for a couple days.

“You never turn down a reading.” Mikiyo pouted, “Come on. Just one little reading. Don’t even bother with your cards if you don’t want, er, uh, I know! Here.”

Mikiyo shoved the box of chocolates that she had bought Mieru closer to her.

“Tell me my fortune based on what flavour you get me.” Mikiyo said.

“Huh? What? Chocomancy? But I’ve never done food based divination, you know I prefer cards and crystals.” Mieru pouted.

She had to face Mikiyo to glare at her but Mikiyo just smiled. It was bright, like the suns, like the stars, and it made Mieru melt.

“That’s exactly the point.” Mikiyo said. “Doing something different always get me out of a rut. If I can’t do drama, I do comedy, if I can’t do comedy, I do horror, if I can’t do horror, I do drama. Voila. Now try it.” She made the box of chocolates rattle and shuffle inside the box.

“Alright.” Mieru said.

Mikiyo opened it in a way that Mieru couldn’t see the colour codings on the inside panel of the lid. Mieru shyly poked her hand past the cardboard and she found herself trembling. She didn’t know why.

She had never liked nor understood the expression life was like a box of chocolates… until now. Until a monster had wrecked the worlds. Yes, worlds, plural, that was also quite shocking to learn, not that it mattered now that there was well and truly one.

Mieru took a breath and… she drew.

She pinched a foiled chocolate between her fingers and pulled it from the box. She smiled. She hadn’t known what she was going to get but somehow, she was not surprised by the pink and white foil on this treat. She knew exactly what it symbolised: both in flavour and in terms of Mikiyo’s future.

“White chocolate and strawberry cream.” Mieru said.

Mikiyo placed down the box in her lap so she could applaud Mieru. She grinned, eager. “What does it mean? What does it mean?” she asked, eyes gleaming.

“White chocolate symbolises artistic decisions and creativity, it warns again double-crossing commitments. Make strong decisions and stick to them! As for the strawberry cream, it represents purity and abundance. Together, this sweet symbolises a short-term future in which you will do very well in your professional life, so long as you keep it that. Professional. And you will be well received for your strawberry style if you adhere to white chocolate’s reading.”

“Wonderful, thank you very much.” Mikiyo said.

“You're welcome.” Mieru said, embarrassed, in a small voice and she gave Mikiyo the chocolate.

“Yum.” Mikiyo chirped to herself and then she opened the box again. “And one for you as well.”

She rummaged around at random and gave her a chocolate she didn’t double check the flavour of against the pictures on the inside of the box’s lid. She didn’t even ask Mieru if it was a flavour that she even liked. She simply handed over a purple foiled chocolate with a smile.

“Thank you.” Mieru said.

It was pure milk chocolate, she discovered when she unwrapped it. She stole glances at Mikiyo as she, too, unwrapped her white chocolate and strawberry cream treat. Mieru felt her heart skip a beat and she heard it again. The whispering of her Duel Monsters, the thrum of aural energy around her, all the vibrations of the world were becoming known to her once more.

Milk chocolate, Mieru mused to herself as she let it melt in her mouth, innocence and childhood. The comfort of the familiar and she couldn’t help but allow her thoughts to grow rosy as her gaze softly fell upon the oblivious Mikiyo.

Mieru had chosen not to foresee, or even check the chocolate box, when Mikiyo had handed her that foiled chocolate and so, she hadn’t expected to receive a piece of milk chocolate. So maybe life really was as destructive as an unknown creature wreaking havoc on all she knew just as much as it was the quiet pleasure of eating chocolates with her crush at midnight.

#ygochocoboxchallenge #femslash #femslash february 2023 #fairytaleshipping #yugioh arc v #arc v #yugioh #houchun mieru #mieru houchun #mikiyo naname #naname mikiyo #writing tag #life is like a box of chocolates

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mizukimahina · 7 months ago

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He was so quiet.

And it worried her to the point that it unsettled her.

Not that he was a silent person; there was this- quiet confidence in him that silently spoke volumes for him. His back straight, shoulders back and his head never bowed, he always held himself with grace. There was a sparkle in his eyes that gave his face a radiant glow.

She couldn't believe it was that same guy who was hunched over his desk, his head hung low. Noticeable dark circles under his eyes contrasted heavily with the fairness of his smooth unblemished skin. Dull eyes stared unfocused at the whiteboard, tiredness making its presence known on his face.

She frowned. She wanted nothing more than to ask him what was troubling him.. but was it her place to even ask?

She had only spoken a few times with him. They weren't even full conversations, only to ask for help from him as she was the new class president representing the girls, and there was no other guy to represent the boys as of yet. He represented the boys for now because he was the best student in the class.

She shook her head lightly and turned towards the whiteboard again. But focus didn't come to her at all. His gloomy face haunted her thoughts.

She wouldn't have even looked at him if it wasn't for her friends who were talking about how down he looked. She always avoided looking at him if possible.

She couldn't let her heart slip away from her and to someone else like that.

Especially, not a guy who was her friend's crush.

No. She wasn't that low and shallow.

But her worry for him was genuine. She really did care. She couldn't ignore it when someone around her looked that dejected.

She stole glances at him throughout the whole period. His hunched-up frame was barely visible next to the tall guy sitting with his back straight and rigid.

"You should ask him what's wrong, Sara."

"What? No. It'll be weird if I go and ask him. The whole class probably knows that I have a crush on him, and it's impossible that he wouldn't know about it. Besides, you guys can go and talk with him. Y'all are pretty close anyway."

"Just because we make small talk in prefect meetings, doesn't mean we know each other that well."

"Should we all go and ask?"

"That sounds ok."

"How should we ask him? Should we go, 'Hey, Percy? What's wrong?'"

"I don't think that's very smart," she contributed to the conversation for the first time since it began. Tearing her eyes off his frame she looked at her friends' confused faces.

"What do you mean, Sana?"

"He probably doesn't even want to talk about his problems with anyone. Especially, with some girls he's barely friends with. Look how even his friends are even giving him space?" The girls turned on cue to look at him.

"-Exactly. Besides, he's probably in a lot of stress. We can't predict his mood. What if he lashes out all of a sudden? What if we make a scene? In the end, we'll be the girls who couldn't keep their noses out of others' business," she poured out all the thoughts that she had been keeping in herself for a while.

Her friends looked at each other.

"Damn, Sana. Being a psychiatrist really does suit you a lot."

"I want to be a counselor," Sana countered.

"Same thing," her friend shrugged.

"Maybe you should go and talk to him." She looked up, startled. Surprisingly, it was Sara who spoke.

"-You do know a lot about emotions and stuff. I mean, you even do therapy sessions for all of us!! If anyone can do it, it's you."

Her eyes widened, "ME?! Just because I did some therapy sessions for you guys doesn't mean I can just ask him about his problems like that! Besides, I know you guys and I don't know him that well."

"We literally became friends because you came and asked me what was bothering me when I found out Steve was cheating on me," Gorya drawled while squinting her eyes at Sana.

Okay. But that was one goddamn time.

"... the point is, Sana, you can and know how to talk with people and understand them better than others. Yeah, you do have anxiety issues, but can you really let a guy who looks literally fed up with life be like that?" Looking at Tia's face, Sana knew the girl had her cornered up.

Consequences be damned, she's going to talk to him.

"Can't you guys at least come for moral support?" She pleaded.

"We have to go to the office after school. We have cleaning duty today, and he will be in the classroom to tidy up the place. He usually does, and you do too, remember?" Tia raised her brows with a sly smile.

She sighed. She wasn't going to get out of this, was she?

She looked at her friends with a sigh, "...I'll do it."

Her friends high-fived each other, hit her on the back, and patted her.

"What's going on there?!" the teacher glared at them. Instantly, they settled down and started focusing on the lesson again.

'Thank you', Sara mouthed at her with a smile.

Sana nodded at her, returning her smile. She refused to be the reason for her friend's tears or the cause for her smile to disappear.

But, she wasn't going to let him look like a walking corpse too.

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alliyah237130 · 2 years ago

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The power in telling a story comes from the ability to influence the listeners’ perspective, verbally and emotively. A single story can be heard many times from a range of sources. Literature and Media are often large culprits of this as newspapers, social media, and television are largely where consumers source their information. The danger in telling a single story is that it paints something as only one thing, over and over again, even if there are larger factors to the story. This is the case with certain stereotypes, such as the phrase ‘starving children in Africa’ which is often told by parents wanting their children to finish their plate, or even the gold coin donations they have at supermarket checkouts. There are children starving in all parts of the world yet why is Africa is painted as the source of all this? By repeatedly retelling the same single story, it becomes the definitive story.

The talk showed me how important it is as both the listener and storyteller to seek out all sides of the story. I’ve learnt that telling a story holds power over a persons opinion so I should include multiple perspectives as well as the good and bad. As the listener, I should take care to seek out information from multiple reliable sources, and even the main source, before forming a fully fledged opinion on the subject.

A few years ago when I was still in high school, there was one girl I had assumed was a real mean bitch. She was naturally gorgeous, slim, and had all the confidence the world could give her. She never paid attention in class and was often rude to teachers so I assumed she wasn’t that smart. It was only until year 13 when we got put in the same digital class and there was only 4 of us so we were forced to talk. She was nothing like I had initially thought. This girl was such a dork; I found out she went through a massive anime phase and was shocked to find out she had watched so much more than me, considering I had been watching since 11 years of age. I also found out that she was rude to teachers because, frankly, they were racist as fuck (she’s Māori but looks mixed) and I witnessed it first-hand. The most shocking of all was how she never looked down on her friends when it came to their looks, smarts, and hobbies, seeing as how they were a diverse group. They were nowhere near as pretty or tall as her but she would shower them with compliments and treat them all equally. Finding out all these different things made me realise there is so much more to people than you think—you just need to make the effort to find out. Of course, she’s still is a bitch, but some things you do get right.

This is a photo of us since we became friends (below)

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morg-among-the-stars · 2 years ago

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None Other Than Love

Word Count: 2,249

(I’ve been getting into more of River’s mind in my writing, since I’ve become quite good with Payton’s. But I’ve seen a writing thing where a character’s direct thoughts are put in parentheses, so I wanted to try that. Trigger warnings for mentions of suicide and separately, NSFW implications.)

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There are times where River, as put together as he appears, can fall victim to whatever voodoo magic Payton does to make people listen to him.

River has no doubt in his mind that Payton will succeed in his dream of presidency, because whatever he says, River would believe him.

Payton could tell River that the sky was green and that grass was blue and even though it would be upside down, no rebuttal would be given.

River likes (no, don't lie, loves) when Payton talks about anything, be it politics or something else.

But, what he loves (yes, loves) is the times where Payton is in between two things, between one thought, narrowing his eyes in search of the next thought to dive into it.

Payton has a lot of thoughts, on the world, on himself and his life.

Thoughts about River.

All of which that River himself wouldn't mind insight to.

(Pick his brain, go digging for gold in a diamond mine.)

It has taken time, not a lot of time admittedly, to get Payton to open up, to get his heavy burdens off his chest.

Their first proper conversation was a prime example. River spent five minutes with him and Payton let out his truth of an attempt of true happiness and it's strain.

River holds that day in his heart.

He would never want someone to cry, but Payton's tears had been held in and brushed away for years.

It was what he needed, to let things out.

To be real, a pained young man with many heavy burdens and troubles.

(Real... God, he's beautiful. Kiss him, go on, kiss him.)

River had done just that, asked if he could kiss Payton.

A small nod and it happened.

Short and sweet, never long enough, but good for a first.

Payton was blank, looking at River, wanting to say anything, but no words came.

River left with the idea of next time and Payton stayed on the bench, his cheeks red and tear-stained. (Oh God, oh God, oh God. I'm not- He- River, his eyes- my team, the dream... Alice... next time. Oh no, oh no. I take it back, no, I don't. What do I do?)

Next time does come, but there's a week before it.

A week before the following Mandarin lesson.

River sees Payton in the hallways at school and backstage before a debate, where he passes back and forth, looking over his note cards until the words are ingrained into his mind.

He made it a point to support Payton, he'd always sit in the front row.

But right now, he's backstage himself, wandering about until the debate starts.

Payton sees him and he looks jittery and at ease at the exact same time. (Proper and sharply dressed, too. In a tailored jacket. Awfully handsome.)

The debate is something about the school's physical education curriculum, something Payton really doesn't care about himself, but he has to.

He has to care about the jocks (Tall and strong, handsome. No, don't think that; why are his eyes so blue? And so- quit that) and the theatre kids and the outliers who don't fit into any specific group, but who all matter nonetheless.

River barely says, "Hey," and he's having to think quick.

Keep Payton steady.

Steady, four breaths in, four breaths out.

This isn't the first time they've done this breathing exercise, more like the second or third.

Still new, but it helps Payton. That's all River wants.

It works, Payton opens his eyes and River has taken a step away from him, smiling and wishing him good luck.

Payton is calmer now, confident in himself.

A few days until next time. (Pretty blue eyes, pretty blue... I said quit that!)

Astrid follows him in the library a day later, waiting in a sense.

She's smart like Payton, calculated, she knows how to get to a person.

It's abrupt when Payton sees her, he startles and braces himself for the worst.

She knows of the kiss, straight to the point.

She wants in, she wants a part of whatever Payton and River have.

Oh.

Astrid wants both of them.

Wants them, wants what they have.

Payton nods his head,

"Okay." (River Barkley and my arch-nemesis, both in bed. River... quite handsome... Oh, strike me down right now...)

River is quite happy, he'll get to see Payton before next time.

Two times after school as opposed to one.

All three of them are nervous, all in the hotel room, swaying with Everclear in their systems.

Before long, one shirt, then another, then another land on the carpeted floor and River looks at Payton for a solid eight seconds, not saying a word.

(Awfully handsome in a suit, but he's stunning like this. Incredible, yeah that works. Good lord, I think I might die.)

Payton looks back at River and his mind is short-circuiting in the best way possible. There's so much he could say, but nothing coherent comes into his head.

(Go on, go on. He's beautiful. Don't cry, come on now. Save that for tears of joy when everything is cleaned up and packed away.)

Things never get messy, at least in a literal sense.

This is extremely messy, but they all end up virtually where they started.

River drives Astrid home after a long talk in the hotel bathroom.

He can't think of anything, though his heart aches and aches and aches.

Payton sits in the hotel room, crying.

The tears comes, not of joy at all.

His heart sinks deep, deep down into his chest.

By the time next time comes, the space and tension between them is drastically different than when River first showed up at the Hobart residence.

A lot can change in a week.

They trudge on through the lesson and they don't talk about what has happened in the last couple days.

River wants to talk about it, but Payton is rigid and swimming around in his sea of thoughts. (You drive me insane, I'd like you to stop. How do we resolve this?)

The answer to resolve the tension becomes clear, but the clarity takes a few more lessons to settle in.

For a few lessons, three or four, they focus well; until the lesson happens in River's bedroom as opposed to Payton's.

Payton doesn't love River (liar), but he'll be damned if he doesn't think about him an awful lot.

Especially now, he wants to see that look on his face again, the look of admiration and excitement from Astrid's stupid little idea, repeated under completely different circumstances.

Payton takes matters into his own hands.

Though, all he can do is look at River and the gears in his head turn around and around.

But eventually, he gets his point across; he kisses River once, then twice, then everything falls together.

And Payton gets what he wants, but it's also what River wants. What he thinks about, but doesn’t want to push anything.

Payton isn't pushing him, one of them had to say something eventually, or the tension would suffocate both of them.

They see each other bare-chested once more, but now it's just them.

It's feels huge, like this is a whole thing of it's own now.

It is, it's a thing now; Payton will have to accept that. Even if they don't say anything, this will change the course of everything.

But Payton can worry about a changed course later. River is looking at him again, beaming and so in love.

Incredible, River calls him. Oh my God, incredible.

(Poseidon-slash-Superman himself thinks I'm incredible. Strong, so strong. Pretty blue eyes, like diamonds. Yes, yes, pretty blue eyes.)

That evening folds into the night, moonlight peering in through the windows.

Love.

A lot of it, whether Payton will admit it out loud or not.

River sure will, he says it many times and Payton can't say it back, but he loves hearing it.

(He loves me, yes. Good. Say it again, please oh please, say it again!)

Maybe he'll be able to say it back, maybe he won't; River won't push him either way.

Though, Payton saying it would be quite nice. (I'd cry, not bawl-my-eyes-out cry, but tears would fall if Payton Hobart ever said those three words.)

The night wraps around to morning and they're both tired, sleeping soundly.

Out of habit, Payton wakes up early. Well, very late for his standards; the clock by River's bed says that it's a few minutes before nine o' clock.

But Payton can't move out of bed, River has a tight hold of him. Secure, not letting him go.

He shifts and River shifts with him in his sleep, Payton can see him now.

He can see how he's all out of wack, messy. His hair sticking out all over the place, curls going one way, then the opposite way.

Down his chest are small crimson love bites. (Good, tonight will stick with him for a while. Make Astrid Sloan very jealous.)

For a long while, all Payton can do is stare at River and listen to him snore lightly, looking over the pattern of marks he'd left behind.

Payton, even in the midst of passion, is smart.

Everything River owns will cover them up; he can see them in the mirror when he dresses himself before school.

He can watch the fade, slowly, as bruises do.

Eventually, River wakes up and he's disoriented at first, but he instinctively holds Payton a bit closer and wakes up little by little.

Payton has his own bruises to watch fade, though they're scattered down by his hips, so he can make the choice to step back from the mirror and watch them fade, or stand close to it, where he can see himself from the waist-up only.

River was nice in that way, not even thinking about it. But the thought lingered in his mind, to do what he wants or to hold off. (Payton is put-together, but he can be unraveled, too. He'll remember tonight, I hope he doesn't regret anything.)

Evenings like last night are rare from then on, but they happen a handful of times.

Payton is nervous the first time or two, insecure of himself in every aspect, but he feels secure and finds his confident footing.

He can't feel bad about his short stature or slim frame when River looks at him the way he does.

For a while, things are good. Not always, for there are times where Payton feels extreme guilt for what he does with River.

He feels guilt for thinking about River in the way he should devote himself to Alice.

His heart is torn and River is aware; he understands it himself.

Payton can push River away some days.

Cancel their tutoring sessions and avoid him, so he can focus.

It's cruel, Payton knows it's cruel, but he had a dream. (Don't get in the way, don't get in the way.)

Unfortunately, come senior year, River does get in the way.

He runs for the high school election, which earns him a piece of Payton's mind, though not how he'd like it.

(Quit yelling, please- You'll out me- us? Living a lie?)

Payton is a hypocrite in a sense. He represses his own feelings so deeply, yet wants to lay them out in front of the entire student body.

The anger fizzles inside of Payton more and more as the campaign goes on.

Those evenings and nights under the moonlight become quick and feverish, angry with no way to properly express it.

River takes the expression and, partly in spite, to make Payton short-circuit and pause, he'll say those damned three words.

Even angry, Payton's mind gets tickled by the words; halfway pleased by them and halfway disgusted by them. (He loves me, why? Stop it, stop it. You're lying, River. You don't love me.)

The day River makes his pick for VP is his last day.

The last day of too much, too much everything. Too much being torn by a left and a right, North and South, a boy and a girl.

River stands out on the balcony, the sun is starting to set. The house is quiet, he can hear the ocean and seagulls in the distance.

Though, he hears Payton yelling for him, running up the stairs. (Payton? Payton... I won't be alone. Thank you.)

Payton pushes the door open and he's off, talking fast and loud.

River tells him to calm down.

(Calm down? Who do you think you are? Stupid, stupid, your bitch of a girlfriend. Taking my dream! I hate-)

River's hand is on his cheek, he looks like he might cry.

It makes all thoughts in Payton's mind stop for a short moment.

God, he can't bring himself to say the other three words either.

River steps away from him and Payton talks, though his voice is quieter.

He looks at Payton, he really did love him.

(I'm sorry, I love you. I wish you luck. Goodbye.)

They look at each other and then, it happens. Quick and loud.

Bang!

Payton stares, he stares hard at River, down on the ground.

(Oh God, oh God. River- why? Please, no, no! God, please...)

The sun sets and Payton's mind goes a mile a minute. (Stupid, stupid. I'm stupid- moronic- blind. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I love you. I'm sorry…)

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