#I will not tag I will not explain anything

[bunnywonyo]

I THINK I READ THE WRONG PINOCCHIO

g!p puppet yujin x toy maker’s daughter! reader

synopsis: classic puppet becomes a human but instead of going out to get swallowed by a whale, this puppet fuck their toy maker’s daughter.

word count: 1.8k

tags: agalmatophilia, smut

growing up with your father, you grew to also love the toys he made. from the wooden dolls to the mini animal sculptures that he himself carved. but your favorite type of toys that your father has made were the puppets.

the puppets, there was something about them that has drawn you. it might be their realistic faces or their names or even the fact that they kept you company whenever your father goes out of town to buy toy making materials. this day is another one of those occasions when your father will be gone for a few days to buy materials.

“it won’t take long y/n, i’ll be back in no time. now you be careful here, ok? you know where our food is kept right? i also asked our neighbors to occasionally check up on you, if you run into any trouble just yell for them. also, don’t for to lock the— ”

“i know dad, we go through this every two months since i can remember, i’m already used to it by now.”

“i know, but your old man just can’t help himself. i don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“It’s ok dad besides like you said the neighbors are here plus the puppets keep me company!”

"alright, but promise me you'll be careful," he added, hugging you tightly before grabbing his travel bag.

"i promise, dad," you said with a smile, hoping to reassure him. You slammed the door behind him and turned to face the room full of his works.

you approached the shelf, where the puppets were carefully placed, each with its own unique personality. there was wonyoung, the elegant princess; kazuha, the graceful ballerina; and giselle, the trendy fashionista. however, one puppet struck you the most: yujin, a mysterious puppet with hauntingly gorgeous eyes and a face that was both feminine and masculine.

yujin was by far your favorite among the countless puppets that your father has created. the way her face was sculpted to perfection, those dark brown eyes that seem to be alive, and the way her skin looks so soft despite being made of wood. her unexpected appendage down there was also a bonus(your father explained that yujin was supposed to be a boy but later changed his decision).

you reached out and picked up yujin, feeling a sense of comfort rush over you while holding her in your hands.

as the day passed by, you always had yujin by your side. whether it was to feed the chickens or to bring in the clothes that were set to dry. there was something about her that drew you in, something that, unlike everyone else, gave you the impression that you in some way, were understood.

before long, darkness fell and you had to remain indoors with your puppet companion, even though you have kind neighbors all around you, you never know when danger is around.

after making sure that you’ve locked all possible entrances, you’ve decided to light a few candles and turned on the kitchen light, creating a cozy, warm atmosphere. you then decided to cook some warm vegetable soup. the comforting aroma soon spread out through the whole house making you hum in delight.

once in a while you would glance at yujin who you propped by the dining table. the gentle flicker of the candles danced across yujin's face, giving the puppet an almost lifelike appearance. time passed by and you were soon done cooking. you prepped up the table and got all the necessary utensils to finally eat.

“yujin!! dinner’s ready!” you yelled even though you knew she was a puppet.

‘damn i must be going crazy’

sitting down, you took a sip of the soup, moaning in delight at the taste.

“you know yujin,” you started. “with you here, it doesn’t really feel lonely at all”

the puppet, unresponsive, just sat there yet her wooden eyes somehow looked like they were focused and listening intently to you.

shaking your head, you continued “i wish you were alive yuj, oh the stories i could tell you and the things we could do together.”

“you could walk independently, you could taste my cooking, you could……you could feel love—my love” you lighty ranted

but what you didn’t know was this simple wish of yours could lead to you getting any sleep at all tonight wink wink

after finishing dinner, you cleaned up the dining room and kitchen and also put away the leftovers. you did your nightly routines before putting yujin beside you in your bed.

“goodnight yuj” you say before kissing her on the lips and turning off the lights. you glanced at her one more time before closing your eyes as your consciousness drifts off to dreamland

“y/n”

“psst y/n”

“y/n wake up”

rubbing your eyes, you groaned in annoyance as your sweet slumber was interrupted.

“who is it? what happened? is the kitchen burning?” you asked but you were only answered by the sound of someone giggling.

“who the—WHAT THE FUCK!” you began to talk, but your words were cut short when you lost your balance.

falling off the bed with a bang, you landed on the floor in a tangle of bedding and limb. the force of the fall jolted you completely awake, and you sat up, scratching your head and looking around in confusion. as you struggled to get your bearings, you noticed Yujin sitting up on the bed, her eyes wide with concern. except yujin was no longer a puppet; she was fully alive, with human-like features and a concerned look.

"are you okay?" yujin asked, her voice quiet but filled with concern.

you blinked, trying to fully take in what you were seeing. "yujin? how... how are you alive?" you gasped, looking at her with surprise.

yujin looked down at herself, then back at you, equally bewildered. "i don't know," she said, shaking her head slightly. "one moment i was a puppet, and the next... i'm like this."

you stood up still trying to take in the whole situation when she spoke up again

“y/n i think it might be the kiss” she said

“the kiss?” you repeat feeling your cheeks flush as you remembered what you did a while ago

“yeah the kiss, it might’ve been some kind of magic” she explained while standing up, her tall figure towering over you.

as everything sank in, you realized how close yujin was standing in front of you. you stared at her and you could see her staring back at you. slowly, like a dream, you both leaned in. your breaths mingled, your eyes locked, and suddenly, as if driven by an invisible force, your lips touched in a soft, long kiss. it was delicate at first, but soon turned rough.

yujin placed her hands on your shoulders and deepened the kiss, her lips soft and warm on yours. your heart raced in your chest, and you felt yourself melting into the moment. before you knew it, yujin has already pushed you back to your bed, her body hovering over you.

the two of you locking lips for a while before you broke the kiss “i can’t believe this is real,” you gasped “i’ve been dreaming of this moment for a long time now.”

yujin smirks, hands squeezing your ass before replying, “me too princess, ever since i became conscious.”

you blush at the nickname before feeling something hard press against your thigh.

“yujin is this?..........” you trailed off, pertaining to the ‘thing’ poking your thigh.

“it’s exactly what you think it is princess” her smirk still there, her hand now rubbing your crotch. “i know you want this too.”

“let me take care of you” she whispered, her voice dropping an octave.

you nod in response, heart beating rapidly in anticipation. yujin’s hand moved smoothly across your bodies, slowly undressing the two you. your body shivered at the cold air when she finally finished undressing you. yujin stared at your body with a predatory gaze causing you to cover yourself with your arms. she chuckles at your attempt to cover yourself before grabbing your arms, preventing you from further trying to.

“don’t cover your body princess, your beautiful” she says as she leans to your neck, gently nipping it making you blush

with the two of you now bare, you could finally properly her length. if you had to guess, it was around 8 inches and it was quite girthy. it was veiny and had a huge prominent vein stemming from the base to the underside of the tip.

yujin positioned herself between you, looking into your eyes searching for any signs of discomfort or hesitation. seeing none, she guided her length to your core.

she penetrated you with a slow, deliberate thrust, and you yelped in pleasure. yujin stopped, giving you a moment to adjust, her gaze never leaving yours. "are you okay?" she said softly, her voice full of worry and love.

"yes," you whispered, your body craving more. "please, yujin... don't stop."

with your consent, yujin starts thrusting. each thrust harder and faster than the last one, this lead to you being a moaning and panting mess.

“you like that?” she pants, sweat running down her cheeks. “you like it when i turn you into a moaning mess?”

“yes!” you gasped. “i…–ahhh love it yujin! harder please i–ahhh want more.”

hearing this, yujin smirks before gripping your hips as she increases her pace, her eyes locked straight into yours. her gaze making you feel small.

"you're mine," she whispered, her voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "and i'm gonna make you feel so good."

her words drove you over the edge, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you. you screamed out her name, your nails clawing her back, pulling her closer as your climax came.

yujin continued to thrust into you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she chased her release. when she finally reached it, her body tightened, a loud, guttural cry from her lips as she gushed inside you, filling you entirely.

for a few moments, you both lay there, tangled together, your breaths mingling as you came down from your high. yujin brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her gaze softening with affection that made your heart flutter.

“i know we might be going a bit too fast but i love you y/n.” she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

you blush at her words before replying “it’s okay yuj, we’re in this together” you cup her cheeks. “and i love you too.”

yujin smiles at your words, leaning in to kiss you. “i’m gonna cherish this chance of being alive to prove to you how much i love you.” she promises.

you held her close, experiencing an overwhelming feeling of completeness and happiness you had never had before. the two of leaned in for one last before getting settled in bed to sleep.

“............”

“hey y/n?”

“hmm?”

“i think i’m getting hard again”

oh boy……..

[namikawa]

— [the perfect host]

featuring: s. geto, s. gojo

cw: smut, implied threesome, cunnulingus, implied m/m, phone sex (?), daddy kink (ofc), established relationship (reader & gojo), fingering, fem reader, chubby reader, getting “caught” masturbating, use of the word cunt (sorry lol), aftercare, not proofread fr, anything else i forgot lolz, pet names (mama, baby, pretty, sweetheart, love). wc: n/a.

notes: this is actually a fic my friend wrote (never published) & i re did it with two diff characters & finished it for her cause she never did… so if yall like it GO TO HER BLOG ILL TAG HER. this wasn’t my og idea i just wrote the smut and tweaked & added. but enjoy pls, sorry i haven’t posted in so long life has beat me up. @nvmjccnluv !!!

“so explain to me why i’m watching her again, she seems completely capable of staying in your apartment alone yknow.” suguru questions over the phone. it’s not that he hates you, but what if he was busy? he wasn’t, but gojo didn’t need to know that, he didn’t even ask to be fair. quickly dropping you off after handing the long haired man a small bag of your things.

on the other end of the phone gojo lets out a huff of laughter. “had a few things to finish up, she gets too lonely when i leave her at home so i didn’t want her getting into things. you know how it is.”

“i actually don’t, but okay man.”

“anyway, she doesn’t like many people but she didn’t seem to mind you the last time we hung out, you seemed like a safe option.” gojo continues, sounding a bit strained.

“okay, whatever, fine.”

“where’s she at anyways? if she was with you she would’ve jumped your bones to get to the phone.”

walking toward the the closed door in the hallway, geto chuckles before reassuring his friend. “relax dude, she’s in the room taking a na- holy shit.”

-

“what happened??”

the dark haired man places his ear on the door to make sure he’s not hallucinating, not saying that he’s hoping to be.

muffled moans greet his ears, but not muffled enough evidently. no, you wanted him to hear. he would have to pass by your room anyways, given that you two would be sharing a wall for the night. but him being on the phone with your boyfriend was just a coincidence, an extremely embarrassing one.

he listens to your soft whines and high pitched whimpers for what feels like days, though its hasn’t even been half a minute, paying no mind to the man yelling at him on the phone.

“SUGURU? ANSWER ME! IS SHE OKAY? I SWEAR IF SOMETHING HAPPE-” at this point geto tries to think as hard as possible to come up with a lie that won’t get him killed by his friend.

snapping out of his daze, he finally gets enough courage to respond, “yeah um i’m pretty sure, maybe i’m wrong, i think she’s uh masturbating.”

“oh, oh okay” suguru can basically hear a smirk he knows all to well forming on gojos mouth. “don’t be a rude host, go help her out man.”

what the fuck is he talking about help you out? he can’t be understanding that this is his girlfriend he’s talking about, right? on top of that, shouldn’t he be asking you for consent as well.

“are you insane man? i know you’re into all that weird shit, but her? she’d probably kill me before i even got close to the bed and throw my dead body out of my own apartment.” as nice as it sounds he didn’t know if you’d be okay with any of this. he wasn’t going to just walk straight in, right?

there’s a loud howl that comes directly from the other end of the phone. “are you really being this much of a pussy right now? i’m giving you full permission to go help my girl out, and you wanna whine about how she might kill y-”

“shut the hell up man, i didn’t say anything about being a pussy.”

“alright, then there shouldn’t be an issue with you helping her out. don’t sit up on your high horse and act like you haven’t thought about it before, i know just how those perverted thoughts of yours work, don’t you rememb-”

“okay okay shut up satoru, im going.”

pushing open the door, the first thing geto notices is your hand rubbing lightly between your soft thighs and how your wetness soaks the bed, clear evidence of how needy you were. how long have you been at it?

gojo can hear you so clearly over the phone, he might as well be in the room with you, “shit, is that her pussy i’m hearing? whats it look like?” he questions, but unfortunately for him he receives no answer.

suguru is too busy enjoying the view and listening to the pathetic little sounds coming from your cunt. his sweatpants are slowly starting to fit a little tighter than before, but he doesn’t make any movements yet, just in case you don’t wanna play this little game.

almost immediately your soft eyes flutter open and lock into his, and he swears he just came in his pants.

“sugi, please, it hurts so much,” you whine out to him, desperate for his veiny hands on you. your own hand never seems to falter though, only moving in more erratic circles around your sensitive clit; while your other hand is busy touching your nipples, trying to get the most stimulation possible.

knowing that you were just as needy for him as he was for you made the man’s confidence peak. he gives you a light smile as he walks closer to the bed, softly sitting down next to you. he leans over you a bit, close enough to where you can smell the minty, almost overpowering, scent of his shampoo. half his hair loosely tied up in a bun, the other half falling past his shoulders as he looks down at you.

“something wrong, pretty? those fingers not doing enough for you, right? don’t ‘cha wanna wait for your boyfriend to come back so he can help you out, he’s on the phone you know.”

his soft hands begin to work at your thighs, but it seems like it’ll never be any more than that. continuing for a little longer, he presses the speaker button on his phone, handing it over to you as you pull away from your core.

“can you hear me, sweetheart?” gojo asks, now finally getting some time to speak to you after being ignored for so long. “i gave sugi permission to help you out, okay? does that sound alright to you?” he utilizes the small nickname you’d given his friend, innocently coercing you to be good.

you give a small “mmm” in agreement. then, opening your legs, you grab at suguru’s hand and place it between your thighs, just barely touching your cunt.

gojo continues, smiling to himself on the other side of the device. “‘kay. i’m gonna talk you through it, just so i know you’re treating my girl right. take two of your fingers and stuff it inside of her, she’ll clench up at first but just keep working at it and she’ll open up, okay? maybe if you do good, you can have something too.”

geto lets out an annoyed breath, short, but just long enough for gojo to catch it. he knows what that means. what’s even stopping him from fucking you in first place? it’s not like gojo would know. but as he looks into your pleading eyes he realizes he’d do anything to make sure you’re content and happy.. even if that means listening to satoru’s perverted requests.

his fingers slide down to rub at your clit just a bit, before burying his pointer and ring finger deep into your cunt, you clench so tight around him, it makes him feel like he’s dreaming the way your teeth suck at your bottom lip attempting to hide your whines.

“cmon pretty, open up for me. promise i’ll make you feel good, okay?”

a throaty whimper slides from between your lips as geto’s fingers work you open. “‘s good sugi, please like that more.” you scoot down a little more, chasing his fingers to get even just a little more stimulation.

“next you’re gonna press on her clit, just a little though she’s a sensitive little thing.” gojo groans out, it’s obvious he’s taken a break from his work to focus on… other things.

“yeah yeah, i know how to use my fingers, asshole.” suguru voices, clearly annoyed. although, he still abides by the instructions and moves his thumb to press on your clit just a tiny bit. your back arches away from his fingers almost immediately, like a natural instinct, he grabs your plush hips with his other hand, pulling you back down. “nuh uh, c’mere sweet girl, you wanted my help you’re gonna get it.”

his delicate fingers curve upward into you and you feel as if you’re floating on cloud nine, the way he flicks them at just the right speed while managing to hold you down and deepen his movements. it’s all too much for him you.

the sound of gojo’s voice breaks geto out of his daze, “fuck, i gotta go suguru. i know you’ll take care of her. i’m gonna have to cut this shit short, i’ll try to come back later tonight instead of tomorrow morning. love you guys, love you baby, be good for sugi okay?” geto’s eyes immediately flicker to yours, and you see just a little bit of what you think could be fear, or excitement, in his eyes.

“bye daddy, love you too.” you whine out, hearing a quick click before the call ends.

“daddy?” he questions. “knew he was into some shit, didn’t know you were too, sweet girl. you’re too pretty and innocent, or at least you put up a good act.” his fingers slide out of you as he snickers, not ignoring the way you pout at the loss of stimuli.

“nah, not gonna leave you here all needy don’t worry mama, just gonna do it my way, that sound good to you?” geto grabs you by your hips as you choke out a small “yea”, pushing you closer to the headboard of the bed. he fully removes his hair tie and throws all of it up into a bun, swiftly grabbing your underwear and pulling it off.

you look down at him as he crawls closer to you on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your thighs and closing them around his head. you feel his fingers spread your cunt apart, licking a long stripe onto you. your body tenses up, and on instinct your hand finds its way into suguru’s hair, tugging lightly. his head perks up at you, smiling, but eventually just deciding to leave you be.

his tongue swipes over your clit, taking small breaths occasionally as he tastes your cunt. neither one of you know who this is really for at this point. he’s supposed to be ‘helping you’ but with the tent growing in his sweats he might as well be doing this for his own pleasure instead. you continue to take harsh pulls at his dark strands, so unfamiliar to you. mostly with satoru you opted for scratching at his shoulders or gripping at the sheets due to the length he kept his hair, but this, this was something you could get used to.

“sugi please, m so close, want it so bad, need you to make me cum.” you cry out, loving the way his nose rubs against your clit as he licks.

he doesn’t say anything, he can’t really, but you know he understands. he grips your thighs tighter, licking the same way as before, occasionally sucking at your clit, and before you know it you’re squirming all over his face as that familiar feeling rushes over you.

the only thing that suguru could make out of your cries were “thank you”, “so good”, and “daddy”? he wasn’t sure if you were calling him daddy or if you wanted gojo, but at this point it didn’t really matter to him. he pleased you and that’s all he needed to make him feel better.

as he lifted his head up from your pussy he could already tell how tired you were getting, he immediately grabbed you a change of clothes that gojo had packed and cleaned you up with a wet washcloth. “everything okay, mama? need anything?” your eyes strain open and you smile at the man standing above you, “i’m okay, thank you for your help. will you stay?” you could tell that he genuinely cared for you, and was worried he had done something wrong by the tone in his voice. him staying was more for him rather than yourself, not that you were complaining.

he pulled off his shirt as he crawled into bed next to you. grabbing his phone from the bedside table he saw that gojo had sent him a message.

“i’ll take care of you both when i’m back, cause i’m betting you didn’t take anything for yourself. see you both soon ;)”

suguru chuckled to himself at the message from his friend, looking down at you peacefully sleeping on his chest. maybe he could get used to something like this? but for now, he’s content.

[princessleechan]

"You're the man!" Chapter 29 (written chapter)

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You couldn't feel more awkward sitting next to a girl you've barely known for five minutes while Chae throws herself onto Mingyu across from you, their closeness unbearable. Your gaze shifts to Ruka, your date for the evening, who remains absorbed in the game on her phone, her attention unwavering and completely detached from the dry atmosphere between you two.

Just perfect.

“I’m so happy to see us all here, right Gyu?” Chae's voice is tinged with playful affection as she clings to your roommate's bicep, her fingers lightly tracing over his firm, taut skin. Mingyu, caught off guard by her touch, tries his best to maintain composure and not melt under her lingering caress.

“Y-yeah. It’s great,” he stammers, clearly flustered.

You nod half-heartedly in agreement, the uncomfortable silence thickening the air between you and Ruka. She sits unmoving besides her finger tips, her focus unwaveringly locked onto the tiny screen of her phone, seemingly oblivious to the world around her. The ambient sounds of the restaurant—the clinking of utensils, distant chatter—fade into the background, and you feel like a useless fourth wheel with holes jabbed at either side.

Meanwhile, 'Operation: Save Wonwoo’s Love Life' is in full swing. Wonwoo and his carefully curated team sit in the shadows of a dimly lit booth, strategically positioned far enough away to avoid detection but close enough to catch snippets of the conversation—or the lack thereof—at the next table. Wonwoo adjusts his glasses, the lenses reflecting the faint light, before hiding behind his newspaper, leaning back against the worn leather booth and pretending to mind his own business.

“You know you only look more suspicious like that,” Jeonghan quips, his eyes darting briefly from his phone screen, where he's engrossed in scrolling through social media. The other boys—Jihoon, Soonyoung, Joshua, and Junhui—take Wonwoo's lead, their gazes fixed on the double date unfolding before them like they're watching a dramatic reality show.

“Until it fails me, it hasn’t failed me yet,” Wonwoo mutters, his voice tinged with anxiety as he peeks over the top of the newspaper.

Jihoon coughs in disdain, "I swear, we're one restraining order away from becoming stalkers.”

Junhui hums appreciatively as he savors his sundae, each spoonful a taste of pure bliss. The rich chocolate sauce drips down the sides, and he makes a show of enjoying every bite. “You guys need to try the new dessert specials. It’s so good.”

“How are you eating dessert already?” Joshua asks, eyeing the decadent confection with envy as he lowers his newspaper. “Our entrees haven’t even come out yet.”

“I got excited and came by early,” Junhui explains with a sheepish grin, offering a spoonful to Joshua. “Want some?”

“Of course,” Joshua replies sassily, but he takes the spoonful almost immediately, the sweet treat melting on his tongue.

“Guys,” Wonwoo exclaims, exasperated, as he rustles the cumbersome stack of papers in front of him. “Focus, boys. I’m about to lose my girl to the eighth dwarf, Slutty.”

Jeonghan rests a reassuring hand on Wonwoo’s shoulder, his touch meant to calm the frazzled mastermind, though a hint of amusement plays at the corners of his lips. “I really don’t think you have a problem with Yeonam, but who am I to question your judgment?”

“I have a question though,” Jihoon interjects, nursing his Coke Zero with delicate fingertips as he stirs it with a singular straw. “What exactly are we supposed to do? Watch their date like some weird old perverts and twiddle our thumbs while we wait for it to fail?”

Wonwoo sighs, frustrated, and puts down his newspaper. “No, we ensure that Ruka comes out of this still single.” His determination is palpable, a blend of desperation and hope driving his every move. “My chances were already low, I don't want them to be zero.”

“For what? For you to yandere over her in the shadows?” Jihoon taunts, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Don’t make me climb over there.”

“Guys, wait,” Soonyoung gently halts them, his voice unusually serious. “Look.”

The boys' attention shifts to Ruka, who suddenly slams a palm against the table, her scowl deepening. “Fuck! Two stars? This shit’s annoying.”

“Ruka, look up from your phone, girlie,” Chae encourages brightly, her arm still linked with Mingyu's. “Yeonam was so excited for this.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, haha.” You force a grin, turning to your date. “So, did you win?”

Ruka scoffs dismissively, her attention still fixated on her phone. Without acknowledging your question, she flags down a passing waiter with practiced ease. The waiter moves swiftly, as if guided by the wind, and returns promptly with another shiny aluminum can of Mountain Dew Kickstart. Ruka cracks it open with a familiar motion, taking a long gulp, nearly draining half of it in one go, and returning to her mobile game.

Wonwoo shrugs, his voice tinged with resignation. “Monster is the better choice–if not the right one–but not all relationships are perfect.”

“This is so stupid,” Jihoon grits out, already letting his impatience show.

Meanwhile, Chae delicately prods at her date, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness as his arm was sandwiched between her breasts bulging through her shirt. “Mingyu, I’m having a great time.”

“Really?” Mingyu's eyes light up, hope and happiness dancing across his face like flickering flames.

“Mmhmm,” Chae hums softly, her gaze locking with his, eyes sparkling with genuine enjoyment.

And here you had believed men couldn’t be more uncomplicated. Despite the sparse exchange of words throughout the date, Mingyu is visibly enthralled by Chae’s simple affirmation. You observe him practically glowing with delight, his usually composed demeanor giving way to earnest stammered compliments, each word twisting a dull ache deeper into your gut.

“So, Chae,” you ask, trying to steer the conversation away from your discomfort. “When did you know you liked Mingyu?”

“Oh me? Well, I guess I’ve always known how…strapping he is, but he’s always felt out of reach, but I said ‘fuck it.’ So I finally picked up my boots and asked him out. And boy do I not regret it.” She drags her fingers down his chest with deliberate slowness, tracing the divide between his pectorals, eliciting timid giggles from him. The sensation of her touch against his skin causes Mingyu to squirm slightly, caught between delight and nervous anticipation.

“That tickles.”

She laughs, running her perfectly manicured fingers through his hair and enraging you even more. “Sorry, You’re just so adorable.”

“Right, right.” You interrupt. “But you like him, why? Surely it’s not just because of his looks.”

“Of course not,” she chuckles, “he’s also like so…ambitious. Athletic. Charming? Need I go on?”

“Sure, those are great qualities but—“

“Are you jealous? Yeonam, Ruka is right next to you.” Her teasing tone carries a hint of amusement as her eyes flicker over to your date.

You steal a glance at Ruka, noticing her continued absorption in the game on her phone. Despite your attempt at a smile, a knot of unease tightens in your stomach, and you nervously rub your dry palms against your textured pants. The soft hum of the restaurant surrounds you as Ruka leisurely takes another long sip from her recently acquired Mountain Dew, seemingly indifferent to the suffocating tension that fills the air, particularly affecting you.

“I’m not jealous,” you assert quietly, though the words feel hollow in the midst of the uncomfortable silence.

“Really? Because you’re acting like I’ll steal your roommate right from under you.”

“Yeah, Yeonam,” Mingyu agrees with a chuckle, “it’s all good. What’s the issue?”

"Just making conversation, Ruka. So, do you like… cheese?"

She responds with a slight grimace, a fleeting expression of annoyance crossing her features, before swiftly returning her gaze to her phone screen. The dim glow illuminates her indifferent expression as she continues tapping away, lost in her virtual world.

“Great,” you mutter.

“That’s my girl,” Wonwoo grins, brimming with pride.

“This date is kinda lame,” Soonyoung mumbles before Jeonghan chimes in similarly, “Yeah. When does it get good?”

“This isn’t a fucking soap opera,” Wonwoo retorts, “just keep watch.”

The date takes a turn when Chae gets confident. His hands move with gumption, gliding over Mingyu’s skin as her lips run a feiry path down his neck. A moan escapes past his lips as he leans into her, gently caressing her shoulders, and getting into the rhythm faster than any blue hedgehog.

“Oh here we go,” Soonyoung observes with a growing smile.

“Mingyu, you useless virgin,” Wonwoo grumbles.

Barely able to endure another second of the couple in front of you lost in primal acts, you reach your breaking point. A storm of frustration brews in your chest, and your fingers dig into the denim of your Levi jeans, the fabric stretched tight against your tense thighs. With a shallow breath, you gather your resolve before abruptly rising from the booth.

“You know, I think I forgot to do something back at the dorms. Sorry for the abrupt end, Ruka, but maybe we shouldn't do this again. Bye.” Your words come out rushed, laced with unease and annoyance.

You storm out, leave the boys watching in a bit of shock before they avert their gazes back to the threesome as sound of the door swinging shut behind you with a decisive thud erupts a domino effect. As Chae watches your departure, she disengages from Mingyu as swiftly as if unclasping Velcro, her expression shifting to a forced, amicable grin. “Yeah, this was nice, but I've got to go too,” she says quickly, her eyes darting between Mingyu and the exit you just stormed through.

“What? Why?” Mingyu asks, disappointment evident in his voice, heart still pounding from the tension Chae’s abrupt display of affection.

“Sorry. I just suddenly remembered I think I left my living room lights on, but this was fun. We should do it again. See you.” And with that, Chae exits just as swiftly as you, leaving Mingyu to process her departure.

He turns to his roommate's abandoned date, Ruka, who is still engrossed in her phone, and slumps down in his chair, not only disappointed but regretful. “So, you and Chae are cousins?” he engage awkwardly.

“Mmhmm,” Ruka replies nonchalantly.

He scratches his forehead, blowing an exhausted sigh. “Did you like the date?”

She shrugs. “Whatever.”

“…What Valorant rank are you?”

Ruka pauses her game for once, looking up at Mingyu with a hint of interest, thumb pads hovering over her phone screen. “Ascendant. Why?”

“Want to know an Immortal, before he becomes Radiant?” Mingyu suggests with a grin

“You’re an Immortal?” Ruka asks, intrigued.

“No, but I know one.”

And somewhere in that restaurant sits a very embarrassed man with strawberry colored ear tips and bright tomato expression, he was ready to crawl back in his humble hole now.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

DC

midnight sun by merils

Who would win: four men with guns who just happened to get Red Robin to walk into a trap, or one royally-pissed Kryptonian juggernaut?

Yeah, it's not even a contest.

reasons are better than rules by destiny919

"No one will actually explain Father's rules to me," Damian blurts out. "They tell me we don't kill, and killing is wrong, and Father would never do it, but no one ever actually says why! As if repeating the rule is the same as explaining it! As if I am supposed to just know, when I do not!"

Drake is quiet, eyes on something in the distance that Damian cannot see. "Damian, may I tell you a secret?"

Marvel

Thirty Hours by polaroid15

The sun sets. Peter breaks three toes and hits his head hard against concrete. There’s a steadily bleeding wound in his side that he’s staunched with his webbing and tries not to acknowledge it when it burns. He can still walk in a straight line, which is good. He’s starving and tired and cold. It’s been fifteen hours.

Or, Peter doesn't take any breaks during a lengthy fight with the Avengers. The mind-melting fever that follows really should have been expected.

Clone Wars

An Hourglass In Hand by ecarian

“I thought daemons didn’t eat,” Rex noted once, during a celebration feast, as he and Cody watched Boga devour her meal with some fascination. Varactyl she may be, but she was a tiny one. There wasn't much interior space for the truly momentous amount of meat she was ripping into.

Boga daintily rubbed her beak against a folded serviette that looked kind of like a bird, and said, prim, “I can do anything a human can do.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan said mildly, from where he’d been tapping at a datapad. “Shall I save you a portion of these reports then?”

Set My Mind at Ease by Eightbitpale

Marshal Commander Cody - clone commanding officer of the 7th Sky Corps, second in command of the 212th attack battalion and, currently, the proud caretaker of one still-warm lightsaber - was having a very long day.

Actually, fuck that. It had been more than a long day. Long days were Cody’s bread and butter, practically his comfort zone. Marshall Commander Cody ate stim shots for breakfast and every shiny this side of Coruscant knew it. Long days were his bitch.

No, this had been more than a long day. Today had been a bad day.

———

The one where Cody and his general try their best to tell each other that they care. At least they’re trying.

Your Smile In Stone by ecarian

Wooley: can we arrest people for yelling this early?

There were two figures standing at the foot of General Kenobi's statue with their backs to Wooley, an adult with a hood, and a child with light hair. The child was pointing at a puddle of Temple tookas who were curled up in General Kenobi’s lap, lounging in the stone folds of his robes, the bend of his knee.

Wooley: belay that. Child nuisance.

The Goblin Emperor

Sweet Hope by baladric

Maia Drazhar arranges a festival, meets his gay aunt, falls in love with his secretary, and misses his mom through it all.

"In the way of true stories, there was no discernible beginning. Perhaps it had begun that first day, in the shabby receiving room at Edonomee; in the cockpit of the Radiance of Cairado; at the mooring mast of the Untheileneise Court, with that first smile.

The pith of the matter was that Maia Drazhar was wildly, tremulously in love, and love had made fools of much wiser men than he."

In All Its Forms by Anonymous

Before his father ruined everything, Nurevis Chavar only thought to introduce the new emperor to all the most beautiful things life could offer.

When he found himself free from relegation again after his father's death, would the emperor whose friendship he had sought so long ago wish his presence at court? And, if he could return to court, would his emperor wish his friendship again?

[thisisxli]

Can you do izuku Midoriya x swan quirk!reader headcanons?

Ofcc! Coming up with the idea of a swan quirk is actually rlly creative! Izuku is a rlly good character, he's gone through sm:( poor Midoriya

Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy! <3

Izuku Midoriya x Swan Quirk! Reader headcannons

Rs: Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader(afab)

Warnings: mentions of major injuries, mentions of war, angst(but very little)

Tags: Izuku is a sweetheart, reader is beautiful in izuku's eyes, headcannons, a bunch of fluff, slice of life

wc: 1.3k

How you first met/First impressions:

You both met through class 1A, immediately talking and befriending each other on the first day. Well actually, you both saw each other at the entrance exam. But you said no word to each other.

He was rather a cute, scrawny, and timid boy, and yet undeniably strong. At the entrance exam, about everybody 'knew' he was going to be out. You weren't gonna say you didn't disagree but you did feel bad for the poor boy. 'Maybe he should try again next year to save the embarrassment,' you think.

The word beautiful was the first thing that came to mind when he first saw you. You were strong and seemed so elegant, he was actually ranting to himself about you on how you weren't somehow a model yet. Unless you were, he means that how could someone really pretty be occupied with this hero stuff. He thinks that your face will easily get dirtied up and he's not sure if he likes that idea.

How you both started to like/date each other:

He really sparked your attention at the sports festival. The fight with Todoroki truly made you realize the power and the capabilities that he held. That's when you started to admire him. Until that is it became much more than admiration for his power. He started to appear in your thoughts, you were staring at him across the room, you oddly brought him up in conversations(the girls noticed but they don't say anything), and he was just everywhere with every turn and direction you took. You found your self gaining warmth and excitement in your heart. It made your wings flutter in delight and your long-feathered tail shake a little. 'Man,' you think. He looks a little too good today.

Izuku literally fell in LOVE at the quirk apprehension test. You had the ball in your hand and flew up as high as you could before throwing it with all your might. Your quirk wasn't that much suited for the ball-throwing part but he liked your determination. It was until from that day on he liked more of what came from you and out of you. He liked the sparkle in your eyes every time he did one of his powerful punches. Even if he broke them.

When you were sure of what you wanted, you decided to ask him out after internships ended. He seemed a little off after the stain incident but he explained to you that it wasn't that he was unsure of dating you but that he was upset over Iida. He did almost immediately feel better when you comforted him and hugged him. To add a cherry on top, he found it cute that your wings also wrapped around him.

How you kiss:

Your kisses with him are soft and sensual. They don't always last long because you're both usually not alone most of the time. But they're really nice and sweet, you find it adorable to find his cheeks turning pink after a shared kiss.

When you two are alone, your kisses last longer. Sometimes it turns into make out sessions. When his hand reached down from your waist to rub your hip and lower back, he abruptly stopped to see your feathered-tail rapidly moving back and forth. It was made into a core memory that you and him both share.

How you guys fight(physically)/argue:

You two are almost constantly training. And it's mainly because of him. You love spending time with him and to train with him but it honestly gets really exhausting and he beats you almost every time you both spar. He has much more of a advantage with his quirk. You were fast, had high agility, you could fly, and you could become aggressively strong when you got mad. But he still catches up to you and trains so much more. How does he do all that?

The only time you both argued was when he became a vigilante. It was the first argument you both had with each other and you nearly fell apart. How dare he try to put himself in danger like that? Risking himself. You? Everyone else? Your relationship? To think he threatened to almost leave you if you didn't stop begging and groveling at his feet pathetically. That was a dick move and he knew that. But he couldn't risk anything. He loved you so much. You were even pretty with your face scrunched up into sadness, tears pouring from your eyes. After that, he swore to never do any of that to you ever again.

Insecurities:

Izuku really admires you greatly. He never once thought negative of you or your quirk. But you on the other hand, there were times where you wanted to rip every feather out because you felt that you were unimportant to the hero society. Not strong enough. Not good enough. Your quirk was simply one of a swan, what use could it have?

Once Izuku knew of this, he sought you put and put his everything into making you feel better. He sparred with you more and analyzed you as hard as he could, giving you his critic(as careful as he could.." He just wanted you to feel better about yourself.

Major injuries:

A villain you were fighting had got you and kidnapped you. What they did to you was absolutely horrific. It had Izuku sobbing and raging in anger when he had found you.

You were lying there helplessly with blood covering you head to toe. Worst case scenario, they cut off your wings. Two bloody nodules stick out from your back, scorching scratches scattered across your body. Painful cries are let out when you get carried away. It was all humiliating for you as it was heart breaking.

Luckily, according to the doctor he said your wings would grow back. But it would take time and rehabilitation. Izuku had never been more glad in his life. He tried to hug you tight without hurting you.. and it did feel a little weird without your wings moving to wrap around his body. But he didn't mind.

After the war:

Two words. Fear and heartbreak. Once you heard he was losing his quirk, you broke down on his lap, tears falling onto the hospital blanket. Being a hero was his dream and you were sad because he wasn't going to experience that any longer. He wouldn't be able to work alongside you like you wanted to work alongside him. Although it was him that was supposed to be crying and receiving your comfort, it was him that comforted you while you wept at his lap.

Surprise to say, even Bakugou was even crying. You were glad. You were glad that everyone was okay and that Izuku and you survived the battle.

As adults:

You decided to not become a hero and Izuku stayed along side in the hero agency to support those who were heroes.

You both married each other and had a kid named Toshinori, named after All Might.

"Toshinori!" You gasp when you see your son's newly grown feathers wandering the room, levitating on its' own. It was literally like Hawks! Except your son's feathers were white, slightly fading into a green color. They were all moving on its' own, Toshinori's hands sprawled out to control them. He looked a little constipated. "'Zuku! C'mere! Quick!" Izuku literally springed himself down the hall and caught himself by the door way, gasping when he sees his son's quirk at its' display. After a quick talk, you both realized that your son's quirk derived from his mother and you, much and like similar as it was to the old pro-hero Hawks who retired two decades ago. "I'm proud of you, buddy," Izuku hugged his son while you smiled at the sight. You were sure that he was happy that his son didn't end up like how he was as a kid.

Fun fact:

In your third year, Bakugou once tried pursuing you but only earned a fat punch in the face by none other than your boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya.

a/n: credits to @gglitch1dd :)

[demonqueenart]

omg i saw your latmam tour reblog and tags! are you also from here?! I'm from argentina, and i because i'm a new fan i feel like i can't be mad they aren't coming to my country, but I still think they should, I just knew they wouldn't because literally so few worldwide tours from ANY artists don't include us. But if you're from latmam just know i feel you. <33 i really hope they come here tho. THEY HAVE PHANS WORLDWIDE. and they should appriciate them more. because literally it's even almost imposobible to get merch or anything, I had a loophole my way to get merch, but I mostly just make my own. <33 love you<33 feel you<33 LATMAM PHANS UNITE

I don’t tell people where I am, so I won’t be confirming or denying anything. But I feel what you have felt for a while now. And to add that they actually don’t give a shit about us hurts so bad, because of course we would support them across the sea, but we just didn’t deserve the same acknowledgment as other phannies out there. It’s not even about whether they’ll go on tour here. They don’t even bother explaining it to us when they can’t. They just straight up ignoring it: Phil went retweeting funny shit while the rest of us was suffering. Idk if it’s their management that is to blame, or if they’re just being racist, considering Dan has made an offhand joke about brazil being a ‘third world country’ during wad before. But truly, if they want to silence us, I won’t be there to support them with their tour. It’s actually nicer to stick around with other phannies who are treated the same than actually being here while everyone else is turning a blind eye to this. I found friends among them. I promise if any of you can’t go for any reason, there’ll still be something for you to look forward to. But right now, don’t expect me to not get mad at them. I won’t make an effort for someone who doesn’t care for me in the first place. And that also rings true for people who don’t give a shit about this.

[zarsghost]

Jackpot

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Fem!Reader - Arranged Marriage

Tags: cheating, cursing, mentions of narcissism

Requested by @minishat 🖤

Part 1

“Captain Price, it is nice to talk to someone with a reputation as great as yours.”

“Colonel, I appreciate the endearment. How can I help you?”

“I have a bit of a predicament off-base. I need someone that I can trust to marry my daughter. Your men are some of the best people out in the field today and I know I can trust them to look after her. Would any of them be willing to do me a favor? They would be compensated of course for their decision.”

Price had to take a moment to collect himself as he processed what the man on the other side of the phone had proposed. He pinched the sides of his bridge as he sighed through his nose.

“I can ask them but I can’t guarantee anything sir.”

“I understand and I appreciate it, Captain.”

Price said his partings before shaking his head. “Fuckin’ arse.” He muttered lowly as he went to find the rest of his team. He knew Simon would be training recruits right about now but the others were either in the rec room or in the gym. Checking the gym, he found Soap working out by the weights. Flagging the man down, the Sergeant removed his headphones before addressing his Captain.

"Hey Cap'n, wha cannae do ye for?"

“Soap, I er-... I have a bit of a’ odd question for you.”

Soap raised an eyebrow and squinted in confusion.

“Ah, go a’ead then.”

“I got a Colonel wantin’ to marry off their daughter. He wants someone from the taskforce.” He sighs. “I’m sorry mate, but would you be willin’? It’s okay if not, I doubt tha’ arse has even told his daughter about this.”

Soap rubs the back of his neck as he looks away from his Captain. “Ah Cap, I don’ know what to say to that to be honest.”

Price raises his hand to stop the Sergeant from having to explain further.

“It’s okay. Ya don’t have to explain any further. God knows I can’t ask Ghost…”

“Gonna ask Garrick?”

“If he doesn’t want to do it, then the Colonel will pick someone else to do it. He has a reputation for… staying true to his word so to speak.”

Soap chuckled and nodded lightly.

“Best o’ luck Cap’n.”

“Appreciate it mate.”

Price gave him a pat on the shoulder as he left the gym to find his other Sergeant. Knowing that Kyle liked to be somewhere quiet when he was allowed the downtime, he figured he may be in the barracks while everyone else was out. He eventually made it to the Sergeant’s room where he knocked on the door.

“Kyle? You in?”

Some shuffling was heard on the other side of the door before it swung open, revealing the man on the other side.

“Captain? Everything alright?”

Price gave a quick nod and a tight lipped smile before having to explain the weird situation he’s been put in.

“I got a call from a Colonel earlier asking if someone from my taskforce was willing to marry his daughter. He went on about having someone he can trust to protect her and somehow was pipelined to my team.” The other man chuffed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “I hate to ask but I’ve asked Soap and I don’t need to ask Ghost about his opinion.” He chuckled to himself before setting a hand on Kyle’s shoulder. “You don’t have to. It’s just a question.”

Kyle was silent. He looked at his captain as if someone had told him that they don’t put milk in tea. “I’m sorry, what did you say? I swore I heard some assitry come out of your mouth Captain.” Price just shook his head and sighed.

“I’m sorry to ask but I said I would. But like I said, you don’t have to.”

Kyle sighed and took a step back, realizing that this wasn’t a conversation to be had in his doorway where nosey people could hear down the hall. John walked past him and took a seat at his desk chair while Kyle closed the door behind him.

“Why us? Out of everyone, why us?” Kyle asked.

Price crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, “Apparently our reputation as a task force has led the Colonel to believe that we are people that he can trust. He and his family have been stationed in the UK for about a decade now.”

Kyle walked across the small room and sat down on his bed. The book that he was reading previously now sat closed on his bedside table. “And Soap said no? He’s practically flirting with every girl he sees at the bar!” He complained. “That slippery fuck, no wonder where he got his callsign from…” Price chuckled as he watched Kyle go through the situation in his head.

“Do we have a picture at least?”

“Negative.”

“Fuckin’ hell Cap.”

“Obviously, he said whoever says yes would be compensated for their decision.”

“Oh that’s just the icing on the cake isn’t it?! And I’d have to be the son-in-law to this geezer?”

“I believe that’s how marriage works lad.”

Kyle shot his superior a side-eye as he sighed heavily.

“Does she even know about this arrangement?”

“Doubt it.”

Kyle rubbed his face as he continued to think about it.

“Well, it seems like her Dad is a right arse but this could be an out for her..” he muttered.

“What do you mean?” Price asked, his brows now furrowed in confusion.

“Well if we got married then that would get her Dad off her back and considering that we’re away a lot on deployment, she would have the freedom to live her life how she wanted to. I’m in no place to make that decision for her.”

Price smiled to himself, “Sounds like you made up your mind then?”

Kyle laughed and shook his head, “I can’t believe it but yeah I guess I have.”

“I’ll let the Colonel know your decision then and get out of your hair.” Price rose out of his chair and gave another pat to Kyle’s shoulder. “Thanks Gaz, you didn’t have to do this ya know?”

Kyle smiled and shrugged, “I know.”

-

Back at home, you were a mess. Your apartment was covered in trash cans filled with tissues and empty ice cream containers, take out carriers sat in your kitchen half eaten, and generally the whole house was in disarray. You had been engaged to your fiance of 5 years when 2 weeks ago you made the discovery that they had been seeing a mutual friend of yours for about 6 months. The two of you were set to get married in just a month from now which made everything worse. Your mother tried to comfort you when everything had initially exploded but it seemed lately that she had been giving you some space. Once the first shock wave had passed, you began to stress about everything that had gone into planning the wedding. It was too late to cancel at the venue without having to pay a cancellation fee. You had already paid the catering business as well as the band. Your dress was sitting at the boutique until the day of your wedding when they would bring it to you and help you in it. Your attendants had already booked their flights in. There were so many things that you now had to stress over but your mother said she would handle that for you so you could focus on yourself.

Wrapped up on the couch in your living room watching your favorite movies on repeat, you were sure there was a you-sized dent in the couch from the minimal amount of times that you had actually moved from that spot in the last two weeks. Currently in the numbed emotions phase, you mindlessly watched the screen as the day moved on around you. Your trance was broken by the sound of your phone buzzing next to you. Slowly glancing over at it, you realized that it was your mother calling.

“Hello?”

“Hey honey, how are you doing?”

“I’m not doing much of anything, I don’t think I’ve moved all day.”

“Oh,... that can’t be healthy for you. You need to drink some water hun.”

“I will if I get up.”

You could hear your mother sigh on the other side of the phone.

“I just wanted to let you know that your father and I have handled the wedding situation so there’s nothing to worry about!”

Taking a deep breath, you managed to let the corner of your lips upturn slightly.

“That’s good to hear Mom. Thank you for taking care of that for me.”

“Of course sweetie, there’s no need to thank me really. It was your father’s idea anyway.”

You paused for a second. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, he found a replacement for your wedding.”

Time seemed to freeze around you as your mother’s words registered in your ears.

“Hm?”

“He’s a nice young man. Works in the military just like your father,” she beamed. You could practically hear the smile in her voice. “His team was highly recommended when your father asked some of his colleagues.”

You could not believe the words that were being said to you in this moment. Your father had the audacity to ask around a military base for someone to marry you?! What made him think that was a good idea?! You were immediately embarrassed as not only do military men not have a good reputation for relationships or a decent personality to begin with but it also made you seem as if there was something wrong with you the reason why your parents have to ask around if someone is willing to marry their daughter.

“He did what?!”

“Well he’s around your age honey. Your father wouldn’t offer you to someone older.” She chuckled.

“I’m not his to offer! How can you be okay with this?!”

“Well this way we don’t have to cancel anything and everything can proceed as planned. Money well spent rather than money wasted. Plus having someone in the military as a son-in-law is a big perk! Especially one with his accomplishments.”

“.....So that’s what this is about. It’s not about me or how I feel, it’s about money and Dad’s image. I see now.”

“No honey of co-”

You hung up the phone immediately. You couldn’t stand another word that she would’ve said.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! I have more planned but the beginning was getting kinda long so I figured I'd split them up. Let me know if you're interested in Part 2. 🖤🩶

[trans-cuchulainn]

huh my post didn't post. anyway. i think if you don't know anything about the thing that a post is entirely about you shouldn't comment on it. and if you are going to comment on it then the first time OP says "no you're missing the point" and observes in their tags that they have made other posts about this, you should either stop commenting or go and read OP's other posts to see where you're going wrong. and if you then persist in commenting again and OP spells out why you're missing the point then please know you don't actually need to explain your earlier comments by saying you don't know anything about the basic topic the post is about. believe me that was abundantly clear

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Best Friend's Brother

kai parker x reader

summary: you should've known she'd find out and it would ruin your friendship. still, you can't find it in yourself to regret it.

tags: light angst, arguing, eventual smut, rough kissing, rough sex, unsafe sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, light fluff, spooning

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i wrote this like two months ago but am just now posting it. the majority of my requests are smut and i'm in a brain fog, so i'm having a bit of a struggle. still, i hope to have them out soon. bare with me! ily <33

“You slept with my brother?!”

“Liv-”

“No! You don’t understand! He’s a killer. He tried to kill me; he chased Luke and I around our house when we were four. How could you do this to me?!”

“Let me explain, Liv, I-”

“Explain what? Explain how, ‘it just happened’? How you ‘just fell into bed with him’? What is there to explain?”

“I… I didn’t do it to hurt you! I would never hurt you on purpose. It just…” your words fade, “...happened.”

“Yeah. There it is. ‘Just happened.’ What, did he trick you, or manipulate you?”

“He didn’t do anything, Liv. I wanted it just as much as he did.”

She shakes her head, eyes wild, yet full of hurt. “Were you drunk? Like, I don’t understand.”

“I wasn’t drunk. I mean, I had a glass of bourbon, but I wasn’t impaired.”

“When?”

“Huh?”

“When did it happen?!”

“The other night. I was here, drinking, and he came in. We talked for a while, co-miserated, and then, just…”

“The night I was off?” She smiles, but it’s not a kind one. “Of course.”

“Liv-”

“Who initiated? Who started it? Did he advance towards you, or did you start it?”

“Olivia-”

“Who fucking started it?!”

“I don’t remember, I-”

“Who made the first fucking move, Y/N, I swear to god!”

“I don’t know! I…” You try to remember. “He kissed me first, right outside the door. Pushed me up against the building and I let him.” She exhales, but then tenses again as you say, “but I put my hand on his leg while we were still inside.”

“Y/N-”

“Our knees were touching, underneath the table, and at some point, I laughed at something, and almost fell over in my chair. I was at the bar, sitting in those tall stools. He put a hand on my arm to stabilize me, and I reached out to his leg. We both kind of stopped me from falling, but then I kept my hand there. Let it travel up his thigh… He had this dark look in his eyes, and it should’ve scared me, but it had the opposite effect. The bartender then kicked us out for being touchy, and it was late anyway, and then things just escalated from there. I’m so sorry, Liv.” You reach a hand out to comfort her. 

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t ever touch me again. Knowing the same hands that used to hold me when I cried fucked my brother makes me sick. I fucking hate you.”

“Liv-”

“Get out,” she points to the door. 

“Please don’t do this.”

“You did this to yourself. You can have him. Don’t come crying to me when he tries to kill you.”

“L-”

“What’s wrong?” Luke enters the bar with the worst possible timing. He looks at his sister, crying, yet bubbling with anger. He looks at you, hurt, but defensive. “What happened?”

“She was just leaving,” Liv answers for you both.

“Why? Guys, what happened?”

“She’s a bitch. She means nothing to me.”

“Liv, please.”

“Get out!” 

You shoot Luke a sympathetic glance before finally listening to his sister. The other customers in the bar are starting to watch. Most of their attentions’ were grabbed at the “fucked my brother” part, and now they’re just staying for the girl-on-girl fight. 

“Y/N,” Luke starts as you leave. 

You only shrug, then slam the door on your way out. 

You’re pissed at everyone right now. Pissed at Liv for kicking you out; at Luke for walking in when he did. You’re pissed at Kai for kissing you; at Jo for telling her sister what happened.  You’re even a little pissed at Sheila Bennett, for indirectly putting all the Parkers in Mystic Falls at the same time.

Anger, however misplaced, is still anger. 

But most of your anger is directed at the source: you. It’s your own fault that any of this happened. You started things with Kai that night. You didn’t lie well enough when Jo asked why you were late for class. You made a choice to sleep with your best friend’s brother, and of course she would be mad about it. Her twin, as always, will stand beside her, and it’s your fault that both of them will hate you now. 

You deserve it. It’s your fault for sleeping with him. 

You curse yourself bitterly. 

Another thing you’re pissed about… enjoying it. 

You liked sleeping with Kai. You liked flirting with him. You liked the darkness in his eyes, and the way he pushed you up against the brick wall. You liked the way he kissed you, hard and rough, until your lips were sore. You liked his tongue on your neck and his hand down your pants. You liked the old man smoking on the street corner telling you to get a room. 

Kai is a killer, and a sociopath, and a narcissist, and that makes him dominant, and possessive, and controlling. They’re not good traits to have in a relationship, but hell, they make for good sex. He kept a hand on your back the whole way home, and when you finally reached your apartment, he picked you up and threw you on your bed. He wasted no time climbing on top of you, trailing his hands all over your body, teasing with gentle touches you’d never expect. His jeans grew tighter and tighter with every passing minute, but when you reached up to feel him through the fabric, he slapped your hand away. 

It wasn’t until you were undressed - your clothes, ripped off and thrown to the floor - that you could touch him. He let you feel the erection in his pants for two seconds, before clasping your hands together in one of his own and pinning them above your head. Kai then had his way with your body, kissing your face and neck, sucking at your breasts, nipping at the skin down your stomach, and then licking your heated core. He held your hips down with one hand, but kept the other on your pinned hands until he needed it to push two fingers inside you. When your hands dug into his hair, he didn’t fight it. In fact, he moaned so deeply, it vibrated throughout your body. You came on his face without warning, and he didn’t slow down for a second. 

Kai didn’t let up until your body was shaking with the force of three orgasms in a row. He wore a satiated smile when he lifted his head to kiss your lips, then grabbed your jaw to open your mouth. Effortlessly, he spat a mouthful of your come and his spit, and waited for you to swallow it. You did, and what little he missed that dripped from his lip, you leaned up to lick off. He took your lips again in an open kiss while his hands worked at removing his belt. 

A smile was on his face when he broke off the kiss. Dimples were planted into the sides of his cheeks and they made you giggle. 

“You okay?” He asked, lining himself up with you.

“Mhm.”

“Words, princess.”

“Yes.”

“Atta girl.”

You sat back on your elbows as he pushed in. He was unexpectedly, suddenly, shy as he did, as if it was his first time. He was gentle, too, and watched your face, waiting for you to adjust. You nodded for him to continue before he was ready, and he took an extra few seconds before beginning to thrust. 

One hand rested beside your hips. The other, he kept on the base of his cock, because he slipped out a couple times at first. That’s when you realized it probably was his first time. After another minute, he spread your legs further and climbed more atop your body, then found his rhythm.

It was a very human-like thing for him to do. For him to learn sex is a matter of trial and error. You could feel your heart falling for him in that simple moment. Your mind, sober, as the alcohol wore off a bit ago; your thoughts, recognizing you’re on your bed, with Kai Parker on top of you, and you like it. 

He was a quick learner. He found he'd slip up less if he only pulled out halfway before thrusting back in. He paid attention to angles and how to hit the deepest parts of you. He acknowledged the sounds and faces you’d make in reaction to his movements. When your nose scrunched up, you liked it less; when your lips parted, you were much more pleasured.

Kai was nothing if not observant. In less than an hour, he had learned how to read you. 

He brought two fingers to your clit and rubbed harshly. He’d spit on your stomach and watch it run down your body, slick with sweat. Sweat would drip down his own face, too, as he fucked you hard into your bed.

But despite the skill he had procured, his thrusts got sloppy much too soon. It was obvious he was trying to hold off his high, but with each moan that escaped his lips, you could tell he was close. He wrapped his lips around your tits and sucked harshly, whether to shut himself up or bring you to another high, you weren’t sure. After only another minute, he came. He scrambled to pull himself out, not knowing what kind of protection you had, but knowing he had worn none. Half of it spilled onto your stomach, but some was missed; you could feel it inside you. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. 

He bent his head down to lap it up. What he could reach with his tongue, he retrieved, but some expertly evaded. The feeling of him exploring your hot and sore core brought you to the fourth orgasm you almost missed by him pulling out early. You bucked your hips upward, overstimulation searing throughout your body, but he pushed you back down on the bed. 

“Kai, I can’t,” you told him, tears pricking at your eyes, almost fearing a fifth.

Luckily, he only swiped his tongue around once more before drawing it out. Then, he licked a stripe up your stomach, tasting his own cum mixed with yours. It flooded his taste buds and he swallowed it before licking up more for you to try. By that time, you expected his next move. When he grabbed your jaw to force open your mouth, you stuck your tongue out to receive. He smiled before spitting the mixture inside, then slapped your pretty little cheek gently as it went down your throat. 

It took you a second to recover, both of you. Kai had collapsed to your side as you lay flat, and the both of you fought to regain your breath. After a moment, you turned your body in to face him, and took his cheeks in your hands. You were about to speak when he asked you a question,

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” There was no hesitation in your voice, and it was true. You didn’t even regret the lack of protection you both neglected to remember. “Do you?”

“No.” He looked intently into your eyes. “Were you going to say something?”

“Just that you look absolutely beautiful post-high.” This was also true. His eyes had this glossy look about them that was stunning. Not to mention the sweat glistening his cheeks, or even the redness in his face from the exhilaration. 

He smiled in response to the unexpected praise, and the dimples returned to his face. You couldn’t help the soft kiss with which you’d grace his lips in the next moment, and he wasn't able to help the blush that burns him even brighter. 

“You’re gorgeous, too,” he complimented. “I’ve been watching you for a while. Hoped to talk to you, but didn’t think I’d get lucky enough to get this far.”

“Blame the shot of confidence I needed to talk to you for that,” you joked. “It got me further than I thought, too. Not that I’m complaining.”

He chuckled, then moved his face to kiss your fingers, still on his cheeks. 

“I have class tomorrow,” you muttered, realization hitting you. 

“I guess I should go then.” He didn’t get up, but voiced it as a question. 

You, shyly but genuinely, responded, “you could stay.”

And so he did. A quick shower, separate due to soreness, was the only thing to drag you out of bed, but then you crashed right back in it in a new change of clothes. Kai spent the night with you, spooning your back with an arm wrapped protectively around your body. It wasn’t until late the next morning that you woke up, late for class, and hurrying to leave. Within an hour, you departed at the same time, but not without a promise to meet again soon. 

[jev-urisk]

Find The Word Tag✨️

Thanks for the tags @the-golden-comet @fortunatetragedy and @lychhiker-writes, I'm gonna pick and choose since there are so many words lol But I got some 🌶️spicy🌶️ lines with the ones I picked.

My Words: Ate, friendly, jest, ardent, conscious, building, hook, excuse, drown, fidget, gape, choice Your Words: Snarl, Hope, Tension, Sink

Color-coded for what character the clip is talking about: Kazimier💋, Klaus🌻, Seeker🌠, Valian🐁 from 🌐7 Circles🌐 ------------------

Ate: They ask over their shoulder, not sure what ifrits ate- or even what a third of the food stocked was precisely."I'll eat anything, me," Val says, hopping to his feet and heading to the fridge.

Friendly: The end product created a friendly, but rather mysterious picture of ‘The Ambassador from beyond the sky', as they took to calling the Kalilith on multiple media fronts.

Ardent: Kazimier raises a brow at the position, half expecting his meal to get on hands and knees. That means the rise in submissiveness, that ardent plea, those were for..

Conscious: Seeker pulls the blanket higher, shivering and covering their chest self-consciously, scandalized at their current state.

Hook: Kazimier hooks a few fingers around the collar, as if trying to give himself more room to breathe, and tips his head back, horns scraping the wall. Excuse: "If that ever comes to pass, you must find whoever you sell me to and tell me how you managed to explain away your involvement, Father," Klaus replies, baring his own fangs in what most people would mistake for a smile. "I'd love to see what excuse you feed to the Sovereign Executive for how I escaped your notice for such a long time."

Fidget: Their upper right hand fidgets in their lap, the east palm longing to reach out and hold Val's thin green fingers for reassurance.

Choice: His choice hadn't been made out of some misguided attempt to dodge his own complicity. How could it be? He's using Kazimier as a sacrifice..

Tagging @katenewmanwrites @zackprincebooks @officialauthorofanotherworld @wyked-ao3 @cowboybrunch @officialauthorofanotherworld @smellyrottentrees @urbiggestfan-01(no pressure) + Open Tag!

[anemonelovesfiction]

Colors of Pandora 4: Green

Lo’ak x Fem! Human Reader

Emotion: Jealousy

Warnings ⚠️: Slight bit of angst (I think I’m using this term correctly?) SAFE FOR WORK

I’m hoping y’all are enjoying this as much as I am, I went to town on this prompt specifically.

Tagging @xylianasblog so she can see this as well!!

Translation Station

Marui: Home (in Metkayina)

Kelku: Home (in Omatikaya)

Tsakarem: Tsahik in training

Olo’eyktan: Male Clan Leader

Tsahik: Head Shaman; High Priest; Interpreter of the will of Eywa

Word count: 2k

Being a human on Pandora meant it was hard for me to find a place to fit in, especially whilst I was in the Metkayina clan after everything that had happened to them, things seemed rather tense whenever I would come along, but nobody had said anything to me and I’d like to think it was because of Spider’s presence here. The reason I frequent the land of Awa’atlu was because Jake and Norm managed to strike a bargain of trade within the Omatikaya and Metkayina clans, mostly plants and fruits that didn’t grow in either climate were exchanged, but there was the occasional weapon placed for trade, and plenty of crafts like blankets, yarn, string, shells, beads; all you could imagine really.

I sat here in Jake and Neytiri’s marui - a funny word used here instead of kelku- creating a bracelet of my own for the boy who held my heart in his very large hands. I was currently sitting with my legs dangling from the opening as I paired another one of the beads I held that resembled my eye color, placing it next to the beads that resembled his eyes in their most constant shade: Green.

“What are you making?” Tuk is the first to ask as she places a sporadic array of beads on the craft she was currently working on. Although I hadn’t been too sure if she was making a necklace or a bracelet, I had honestly been too scared to ask as I didn’t want to come off as rude and hurt her feelings, I smiled gently to myself after her question and turned to look at her.

“I’m making a bracelet for your brother, the colors I chose are his eye color and mine, it’s a silly tradition some people used to do back on Earth from what Norm has told me.” I stated as I grabbed a white bead to separate the two colored beads that had currently been placed together, placing his green color on next.

“Our eyes change color though,” Tuk explains to me and her confusion is heard through her statement, Kiri quickly shushing the girl in an attempt to keep the peace, but I could have laughed at her comment with how adorable she was.

“They do,” I agree with her as I watch her place another sporadic assortment of colorful trinkets onto her craft, none of the beads had matched and neither did the decorations, but she seemed to enjoy what she was doing, and placing a lot of focus onto it.

“But they are almost always green, especially when you guys lived in the forest, the prettiest shade too.” I mumbled the last bit to myself as I continued the process, tying the beads in as the metkayina do with their jewelry to ensure they don’t snap off while underwater.

“I guess,” Tuk shrugs as she finished off her craft and begins tying it off.

I’d shifted my gaze over toward the waves of the island carefully lapping up in the sand, and right where I stared popped up a familiar head of someone holding a their hand up in victory. I smiles up knowing who it had been coming above the water but felt my heart stop the second his hands reached out for hers. The way they held each others arms as the two smiled had caused a tinge of a feeling I’d never felt before.

“Who is that with Lo’ak?” I asked toward Kiri, who was sitting beside me with her back toward the wall of the marui, as I sat with my legs dangling out of the entrance, she shifts herself to sit on her knees as she twists her body around, head now peaking out the entrance of the marui to get a good look at what I was currently seeing.

“Oh, thats Tsireya, the tsakarem she is also the Olo’eyktan and tsahik’s daughter,” Kiri explains as she settles back into her original position to continue working on the shall she had been making for herself.

Kiri had always been kind to me and has accepted me as a friend ever since we were young, Spider and I were twins and we were always tied to the hip, wherever he went I followed closely behind, so its no surprise we ended up befriending the Sully’s.

“What are they doing?” I attempted to make it sound as though I were interested in what they had been doing, but I was gathering intel, was I making a mistake by holding on to the promise he’d made me before he had met her?

“Tsireya trains a lot of the children to swim, since we are new to their way of living she had taken it upon herself to teach all of us.” Kiri explains to me as she ties off another row, grabbing a second colored yarn and tying it toward the one she held, transitioning her colors to make a multi-colored shall.

“But you’ve been here for a year, whats left for her to teach you guys?” I asked rather stiffly as I finished tying off the bracelet I had made, tying the beginning and end together.

“Can I see your wrist please?” I asked without waiting for an answer toward my first question and watch as she offers her wrist to me, I slid the bracelet on to check the size and was tempted to smile for a moment before the scowl in my face deepened.

The bracelet had been slightly big on Kiri, which meant it would fit nicely on Lo’ak, but at this point I wasn’t sure if I had wanted to give him the bracelet I’d made.At this point I had slid the bracelet off of Kiri’s wrist and held it before hearing a tiny chuckle coming from her, my eyes drift up towards hers and I frown while crossing my arms.

“Whats so funny?” I demanded like a child who was close to throwing a tantrum, knowing there probably was a good reason she had been laughing at me.

“You can’t be serious, Y/n.” She is quick to answer cryptically and I was tempted to roll my eyes.

“You don’t have to be jealous of her, she’s got a crush on Neteyam, Lo’ak and her are just good friends.”

I could feel the blush covering my face at the moment and was tempted to look away but refused since I didn’t want to admit I had felt jealous towards her.

I had seen Tsireya a couple of times before and even though she was a different species, she was still beyond beautiful, I could feel the jealousy rile up in me any time I’d see her and Lo’ak talking to one another, although it was usually short lived as he would usually spend a lot of his time with me while I was here.

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I sat on the sands of the beach, watching as the waves came up toward the shore, only to change their minds and retreat back into the body of water. I let out a sigh as I tightly clutched the matching bracelets in my hands, having to fold Lo’ak’s into a circle twice to get it to hide in my palms, I’d grown too nervous to meet him and it was about time for myself and Norm to head back to the Omatikaya high camp.

Although a bargained deal had been made to trade, there was never a deal made for us to be allowed to stay, meaning we’d had to go back home by the end of the night and we wouldn’t be allowed to come back until the following week for more trades to be made.

Norm and I usually stayed a day or two in order to clear shop, but the days had ended up going by faster than I thought, and I haven’t even managed to sneak some alone time with Lo’ak. But I didn’t want to rip him away from the new friends he’s managed to make while being here and I was left with no cuddles.

“Kiri said you had something for me,” His voice breaks me out of my thoughts as he managed to sneak up on me and sit beside me.

I guess I should have been happy to have had him next to me, but a part of me still felt that green envy of him having been with Tsireya for a majority of the day, I wanted to push those thoughts to the back of my mind but I couldn’t no matter how hard I tried.

I could only clutch my palms tighter together to prevent any of the bracelet from sneaking out past my hands. I didn’t think now was a perfect time to showcase my craft but I found myself chewing on my bottom lip as all I could think was seeing him and Tsireya together.

“Do you like her?” I asked without being able to stop my tongue from speaking my mind. I could have slapped myself but felt my hands squeezing onto the bracelets as a way to brace for impact.

“Only as a friend, nothing more.” He responds evenly and I feel myself sighing with relief, until I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to gasp and look up at him.

“I made a promise to you before we left, didn’t I?” He asks and I could feel myself nodding along to his words.

“I intend to keep that promise.” He states while holding his hand out, I look at it before looking back at him, seeing him nod his head gently.

“It’s a bracelet,” I spoke before taking the double-looped bracelet in my palm and placing it in his, my nerves spiking after as I felt the craft I’d spent all day on was suddenly inadequate.

“It’s beautiful, it’s our eye colors isn’t it?” He asks as he marvels at my craft, quick to inspect it as his fingers run along the beads. I could only nod as I continued holding my own, it had taken me a few visits to finally learn how to tie beads like the Metkayina do.

“You tied them in like they do here,” He speaks as his eyes find mine and I nod once more.

“Kiri told me about your responsibilities as a diver and how you’re almost always in the water, I figured they’d last longer if I learned how to weave like the people do here, that way it will last longer.” I admitted to him and felt the need to look away shyly.

He is quick to take it out of his palm and place the craft around his wrist, fitting snugly against his skin, I could see the smile forming on his lips and it warmed my heart to see him wearing it.

“Where is it?” He asks suddenly and I find myself staring back at him, my head tilted to the side as I attempt to figure out what it is he’s asking me.

“Where’s what?” I asked before he eyes my hands again, taking them in his own as he carefully pries mine open to reveal the similar yet very small bracelet in my own hands, I smile as I see him take it out of my very hands and bringing my wrist closer toward his face. He carefully ties the bracelet on my wrist and smiles.

“There, now we match.” He smiles at me and I could feel myself blushing at his actions, my face feeling hot underneath the mask I was wearing.

“Remind me again,” I spoke suddenly as I held his giant hands in my tiny one, attempting to interlace my fingers with his to the best of my ability.

“Of what?” He asks with a smirk, already knowing what it was I had been asking, I giggle before responding.

“Your promise to me.” I stated

“I promise to wait for you, no matter what oceans and lands tear us apart, you’re mine as much as I am yours.”

[babyboywinchester]

genuine question from a baby spn watcher who just started watching in 2024 and is not even done yet: why is there a anti misha and anti Castiel tag on some of your posts? I don't understand what he has done and I'm so confused. I'd really appreciate it if you could explain a little bit on the lore. thanks.

It’s simple really. I do not like the character and I do not like the actor. So, I’ve tagged posts that are negative about those things so people who do enjoy or like them can avoid them if need be. Castiel, as a character, started out okay but due to Misha Collins being… Misha Collins I quickly soured on Castiel altogether. Not the character’s fault, but it couldn’t be helped. Also, I find most of the storylines that include Cas to not serve any real purpose seeing as the character was killed off originally in season 7 and only brought back because destihellers threw a bitch fit. Which isn’t a good look and left a bad taste in my mouth. If you happen to like Castiel/Misha then perhaps I am not the blog for you, but if you enjoy the other content I post then I’d suggest just steering clear of those tags.

In short: Misha has exhibited incredibly problematic behavior by baiting destiel shippers with the promise of Destiel scenes or Destiel being canon, only for that not to happen because it never was going to happen, and continually saying things like, “if the CW weren’t so homophobic Dean and Cas would be balls deep.” He knows that’s false… but panders to them anyway because it’s the only way he can stay relevant… he has no real job prospects, is a z lister at best, and he isn’t like able enough to be hired for anything anyway… besides the few people who actually enjoy him… no one fucking knows that guy. He has very little, if any talent, and he’s crass, pompous, and rude.

That’s my view anyhow! Thanks for the ask.

[bluedalahorse]

Blue’s Contrary Young Royals Opinions Poll (make your own if you want to!)

Just for funsies, I created a poll about my Contrary Young Royals Opinions. I’m calling them Contrary rather than Unpopular because different things are popular in different parts of fandom, and things cycle in and out of popularity, so who knows what’s popular even? Rather, these are just things that I am stubborn and ornery about. Some of them might be mainstream opinions, but I am stubborn and ornery about them all the same.

You all know that I am an August Enjoyer who obstinately ships sargust, so I did not put that on the poll. I also feel that my sargust shipping and August enjoying sometimes obscures my other contrary opinions because it’s like, my signature trait. So this is a chance to talk about other things!

Please vote and reblog for the sake of fun and interesting data. Add commentary in the tags if you feel like it. Also feel free to create your own Contrary Opinion poll, because I wanna see what other people’s contrary opinions are.

Explanations below the cut. Click if you want to know more about what each poll button means to me in more depth.

Wille is demi and bi and should explore his gender more post-canon. Now, in canon, Wille is unlabeled, and I wanna respect that. So this is more headcanon than anything else. I know some folks read Wille as exclusively same-sex attracted. I do not (although I support people doing such) but I also read him as much more on the demisexual and/or demiromantic end of the spectrum than anything else. Of course I am aspec, so I’m seeing it through this lens. On the gender side of things, well, I just think it would be neat? Wille trying on nail polish and then furiously scrubbing it off breaks my heart. It feels like the royal fam has controlled Wille’s gender expression most of his life and made him present in this more conservative masculine way, and he hasn’t had many options. I also do think Wille’s explosive anger is something he’ll have to grapple with in the future, and I see his anger as tied to a lot of the masculine socializing he was raised in. So having outlets for his feelings that are a little less conventionally masculine could be good. Let Wille wear nail polish. Let him wear skirts. Let him experiment with his hair! I’m of the opinion that even cis people should explore their gender, so even if he played with his gender expression for six months and then decided he’d continue to present conventionally masculine again, that would be good for him. (But in my heart I’m a bit of a he/they Wille truther, not gonna lie.)

Simon does some things wrong and that’s wonderful actually. Let me explain what I mean by this. There is a popular view of Simon where he’s very selfless and makes sacrifices for his loved ones and stands up for what he believes in, while also having to suffer and do a lot of things out of desperation. This is true. There is also a co-existing side of Simon that’s a little less selfless, a little more ambitious, and a little bit more likely to make assumptions about what other people want or need without consulting them. There’s the Simon who feels he has to protect Sara when she clearly doesn’t want him to, and the Simon who hides things from Linda when he shouldn’t. There’s the Simon who calls Bjärstad shitty in a way that upsets Rosh and Ayub at the beginning of season 1, who enlists Rosh and Ayub to help intimidate August in 1.3 without fully thinking about how they might feel about it. Yes, Simon does a lot of things out of selfless care for others and out of desperation, but to assume he only ever does things for selfless, desperate reasons without any selfish impulses or ambition mixed in is… well, it misses some of the most fascinating contradictions in his character. Let Simon be a selfish teenager sometimes! It’s developmentally appropriate and it might one day save his life.

Dirtbag Erik > Perfect Brother Erik. I never really gravitated toward the perfectly supportive headcanon for Erik that was popular in some corners of fandom. I know this is not a radical thing to claim after season 3 and a lot of people are coming out of the woodwork and saying it. I think the point I want to make here is less that Ambiguously A Dirtbag Erik is canon and more that he’s inherently more interesting to me to read about than Saint Erik, Patron of Lost Little Brothers. I’m sort of fascinated by the way that interactions with family members always have layers, and that you look back on past events and uncover more of the layers as you grow up. That’s the shit I live for in fiction. I also don’t love discussions about “what would Erik do if he were alive” because I enjoy sitting in the horrific tension of characters not knowing but having to build a better world in his absence.

August/Nils should have a lot more fics on AO3 than it does. As far as I can tell it has one. One! I ship August with Sara first and foremost but August and Nils have some unexpectedly tender moments in season 3 that made me go “wait, that’s interesting…” about their relationship. Yes, August keeps calling Nils nouveau riche. Yes, Nils finds August’s perfectionism annoying. These are all just tensions to play on to make the eventual bittersweet, conflicted makeout scene more bittersweet and conflicted and hot. If August/Vincent can suddenly gain more fics post season 3, it surprises me that August/Nils hasn’t surpassed them.

Linda deserves to have a life and hobbies beyond her kids, and especially beyond being perfect for her kids. Don’t get me wrong, she does care about Simon and Sara a lot and does what she can for them. And because we’re watching a show centered around teenage characters, we’re mostly gonna imagine her in her capacity as a mom. But I also love seeing the moments in canon where Linda is less than perfect—when she embarrasses her kids, or when she comes down hard on them in ways that are less than helpful—because that shows the human vulnerabilities beneath. That she’s trying to figure things out in the moment, and she isn’t always right. That makes me love her more. And I’d desperately love to see Linda have a hobby like, I dunno, writing a crime novel every NaNoWriMo or something. (I have put this into a fanfic, actually.)

Frida and Malte and Nikita are the hottest of the Main Five actors. I get the appeal of Omar in abstract way, but he looks exactly like the crush of one of my chief OCs in a YA novel I was writing, so I think of him as OC Rose’s crush and feel no draw to him myself. Edvin is a great actor but does nothing for me aesthetically. Oh, aesthetic attraction. So individualized to all of us!

Salice is more meaningful to me as a platonic ship than a romantic one. I am so glad they bring people joy as a romantic ship, and I’m happy to gift the fic ideas I do get for them to the people who love them, but for me they matter more as best friends. When I write them, I draw on real platonic friendships I have had in my real life, ones that matter a lot. Sara breaking up with August to prioritize friendship feels more radical to me. Also sometimes I think I’m a Bad Sapphic for having these thoughts about Salice, but then I remember that Heart and Homeland has so much sapphic content involving Felice and other women, as well as just sapphic content beyond that, and I sleep easier.

Rosh should be shipped with all the other girls, and frequently and creatively. Yes, Madirosh is an overnight fanon sensation we should celebrate that. Yes, Stella/Rosh took us by surprise and by storm for a hot minute, and we should do more of it. But have we considered… Fredrika trying to angrily and messily seduce Rosh because Stella seemed to be crushing on her? How about Rosh and Felice as a glorious butch/femme power couple? How about if Sara is gonna date a tall athletic brunette she dates one who plays a real sport (football) and not a fake sport (rowing)? I hope we all see the vision.

Oops Vincent is sympathetic sometimes. Look, I am not going to deny that Vincent is a bully who sucks. I also think his first year letter was telling. In the letter, Vincent, at sixteen, has just received his ADHD diagnosis. That’s a long time for a rich white boy to go without getting one! That means he’s probably had sixteen years to struggle to pay attention in class—he’s probably acting out and moving around a lot, and internalizing the idea that he Can’t Do School. His parents probably make some “boys will be boys” excuse at conferences. Then he finally gets the diagnosis and gets put on meds. My sense is that Hillerska only cares that his meds don’t make him disruptive in class. They probably don’t care about teaching him alternative study methods that actually work for him, or creating an environment where he feels empowered to use accommodations. And as folks who are knowledgeable with ADHD know, if you get behind in school like that, it takes more than meds to catch you up and help you feel empowered in class. When we see Vincent after his national exams, he’s drawing dicks in the dirt, because he can only envision himself as the class clown who fails academically. He says the academics don’t matter as a self-soothing technique. He’s become mean—mean in a “funny” way—as a way of feeling like he has a “thing” at school. And yes, Vincent will probably be “fine,” he will remain rich and go big game hunting and marry a trophy wife into adulthood or whatever. Again, he sucks! That does not change the fact that Hillerska failed him and his neurodivergences, and that he could actually have a sense of real efficacy and self-compassion for himself as a disabled person instead of just being “fine.” Daddy I don’t love him. But Daddy I would like him to feel empowered to use his extended time on tests. Daddy I would like someone to teach Vincent the pomodoro method as a study skill.

Secondary characters shouldn’t have to be wilmon shippers to be likable to fandom. It throws me out of a fic or a headcanon when secondary characters only are there to support Wilmon being the cutest soulmates ever. I don’t mean when someone like Felice offers a supportive comment to them as a couple, or occasionally thinks they’ve done something cute. I mean when characters sound exactly like shippers in fandom, with similar talking points, and when we as readers of the fic are supposed to sympathize with them because they sound exactly like us. People… don’t talk about friends and family and classmates the same way they talk about fictional blorbos.

YR does not share a universe with RWRB. This idea was more widespread in the old days of fandom, so this Contrary Opinion feels more vintage. As far as what I do think it could share a universe with, I vote for Tana French’s Dublin Murder Squad novels, for the class conflict and the incredibly complex characterization. I would also say Ashley Herring Blake’s Girl Made of Stars has a lot in common with YR in terms of how it approaches trauma and family relationships.

The intimacy scenes in season 3 (especially the big one) made me feel kind of uncomfortable, actually. Something about the changes to directing style and how they were filmed. I don’t really want to explain this one right now but maybe I will someday. So this one is also there for folks who viscerally felt that too.

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it's valentines day and I gotta work a dinner rush shift, so I choose Violence

[thisisxli]

What about tooru oikwawa x Hajime twin brother!reader who is shy headcanons?

( I don't know if you do male reader)

Omgg yes ofcc! I really like this idea, it's really cute

Anddd Oikawa's also my fav! <33 I used to be a huge big haikyuu! fan back then lmao. But yes, I will happily do this request. 💗💗

Rs: Tooru Oikawa x Male!Reader

Warnings: small angst, mentions of panick attacks, drama, Tooru's homophobic ex, love quarrels

Tags: Reader is Hajime's twin brother, fluff, Tooru is lovesick and down bad for reader, small The Notebook reference, slice of life, sweet stuff, Golden Retriever x Black Cat energy

wc: 1.8k

First impression/how you met:

Obviously, you both met through Hajime. You've known each other since you were kids. You were born only by five minutes later after Hajime and even so, you were left behind sometimes. This caused you to be really hesitant when Tooru was around. Hajime? Not as much since he was your twin. But Tooru was a different story. You don't know why you got so nervous around him. You started to get really annoyed with yourself when a buzzing prickly feeling started to pick up in your gut whenever he was around. Other than that, Tooru's best friend was Hajime. Not you.

Tooru was never one for introductions as a child but ever since he had met you, it was like you had to know everything about him. Something else told him he just wanted to know everything about you- but it was whatever. Other than that, he felt a little... timid by you. And he swears it's not that he didn't know what to say or anything but you were quiet and you would get really flustered every time he asked you a question. His ten year old brain that time clearly was not fixated on the early signs.

First realizing you had feelings for each other:

You realized you had feelings for him when you watched him set a ball in your backyard, your twin brother spiking it as usual. You were thirteen at the time and you just started puberty. So the hormones and voice change was a huge big weird surprise to you. Watching Tooru glisten in sweat, wiping his nose with the neckline of his shirt. You were practically drooling. That's when a thought popped up in your head, 'oh my god! He's so attractive!' That was when you ultimately decided you were attracted to men. Not many girls were that appealing to your eye anyway.

Tooru realizes his feelings when you two were eleven. He suggested the idea of teaching you and you shyly accepted. He set the ball your way but when you tried to spike it to the other side of the net, you missed and fell on your butt. And it hurt. Tooru immediately rushes to your side, checking if there was some other sort of injury you had. And yet, when he had looked into those teary eyes of yours, that's when he knew that you were going to be the one he was going to marry when he was older. His husband in hand. Surely you did look like Hajime, but you were different. You were unique in a way that made his heart flutter.

How you get together:

You guys got together on Valentine's day. Literally.

Tooru's locker was immensely filled by letters and boxes of chocolate by girls all over the school, some were even boys. You can't lie and say you weren't jealous. You even had your letter you were going to give him. A letter explaining your true feelings and some parts reminiscing some fond memories you two had with each other. But for some reason, he was the one who gave a letter to you. But it wasn't just a letter, he had chocolate.. and gifts! Flowers! And he made sure everyone in your hall saw his proposal! Hajime was in the crowd, crossing his arms over his chest, a soft scowl displayed on his face. Did he know about this? Perhaps he even helped Tooru?

"(Y/N), will you do me the honor of becoming my boyfriend?" Girls shrieked, some cried, some stared at him in disgust while he just stared at you like you hung the moon. You felt small under all these eyes of the people who were crowding you and recording. "Y-yes.." You nod warily, watching him excitedly let out weird sounds and chirps while he jumped with his friends, careful not to drop any of your gifts. Later on that day, he walked you home with your hand held in his hand, both of your other arms occupied with the override of gifts he brought you. Just until Hajime booked his head with a fist, of course.

First kiss/how you kiss:

Much less to say, you were really nervous. You were on your first date with him and it was soon coming to an end; you had a feeling where it was going. "The moon looks beautiful tonight, does it?" When you turn to look at Tooru, he isn't even looking at the moon, he's looking at YOU. You nod, biting the inside of your cheek, "yeah.. it does look beautiful." You both stood on top of a bridge, a small river softly rippling through the streams. As much as you tried to take your mind off things by staring into the reflection of the moon on the water, you couldn't. So you scooched a step closer. And then another step. And another until Tooru took one for you, making you stiff. "(Y/N).." You turn your head to meet his eyes but your lips meet his instead. You were unprepared and was internally screeching inside. But soon enough, you got used to it and start to move your lips against his own. It was slow and passionate. You did not regret a single embarrassing thing you did in front of him as kids after that day.

Whenever you two kiss, they're very playful and chokeholding. At least for you. Tooru loves to bite onto your lip and drag it with him, doing it in front of his friends to show you off and get reactions out of them. When they're not playful, they get sensational and sweet. Some tongue is used here and there. Whenever it's used, you get flustered every time and he absolutely loves it.

Dealing with his ex:

His ex absolutely HATED you. And she hated the idea of a dude and another dude dating each other. You did try to be peaceful with her but she irked you. Tooru would reassure you and pepper you with kisses, rephrasing, "don't worry about her. She's just jealous so don't waste your time, love."

You stepped out your comfort zone and absolutely blew up at her when you caught her putting her hands on Tooru. Non-consensually.

"You better back the fuck up," you raise your voice at the hand-wandering girl, her face falling once she sees you. Suddenly in all your years, you never felt any more bold than you did now. Phones started to pull out from people's pockets and record while you marched your way over to the girl, chest in her face. You were only an inch short from Tooru, same as Hajime. "I don't fuck with the gays, hun. Who are you again?" Her question only seemed to irk you more just before you tightened your fist around Tooru's collar and smash his lips against yours. The colors literally drain from her face when she watches Tooru cling onto you desperately. And you make SURE she watches his tongue slip into your mouth. You seperate your lips from his when she turns to walk away, "yeah, walk away, puny bitch."

Teaching each other:

Tooru LOVES teaching you volleyball. Although you fail miserably at it, he still loves teaching you. Because he gets to pick you up and start back all over again, just to see you try. And he thinks it's cute to see you struggle. He notices you have the habit to pinch your sleeve between your finger nails when you concentrate or struggle.

You laugh every time he attempts to copy one of your drawings, only to end up looking like they were drawn by a five year old. You try to teach him how to draw in your way step by step but he miserably fails at it so. When you suggested to just have him draw his own thing, it was two stickmans. It was him and you, to be precise. You found it adorable and is now hung up on the wall of your room till this day.

Panick attacks:

There was a time you noticed he had been acting strange. You went by the gym to check it out but when you did, you only saw him there just serving balls and setting them as high up as he could. When you called out his name, he messed up his momentum and that's quite literally when he started to cry. He started to hyperventilate and close in on himself which you immediately rush to his side to comfort. He quickly took you in his arms, breathing heavily against your shoulder, his dry throat and muscles burning intensely. Luckily, you had a bottle of water with you. So while he calmed down and laid on your lap while drinking water, he went back to being okay. He did vent to you about his problems and insecurities though. And you were there to hear it all.<3

Arguments:

You both barely gotten into arguments. But after finding out he was going off to move into South America, you were bawling and begging at his feet.

"(Y/N)- look- I'm sorry! I can't stay! I really wish I could but I can't! I don't even know if we.." His voice trails off, eyes softening at your kneeled figure. You were clinging to his pants, soft hiccups leaving your chest as you rest your forehead against his thigh. "We have to stay together," you murmur, snot slowly rolling down and over your lip. Tooru smiles before kneeling down to meet your eyes, placing a hand on your cheek. "And we can. It's not impossible. If someone really wanted to do or keep something, they would've done so already," he kindly smiles, warning a ripping whine out of you, tears over spilling your cheeks. He's quickly alerted and tries his best to wipe away your tears and snot.

Adult life:

"My brother and brother 'n law will be here in a min', just give them a se-" "Tooru (L/N) is here people!!" Tooru slams the door open, cutting off Hajime who now had a grim scowling look on his face. You and Tooru had just got back from your honeymoon, and you both had a great time. It was wonderful and beautiful. You followed behind your husband not too short after, awkwardly lightly bowing to the guests in the house at Tooru's loud boast.

You two lived in a house together. He pursued his dream as a volleyball player and you pursued yours. You both supported each other in every way. But now, there was a debate whether you two should get a surrogate or an adopted child. You two decided you wanted a surrogate, one of your own and one of his own. You two now have one girl and one boy. They were basically twins; the only difference was that one was born an hour after the other.

The girl was named 'Najime' and the boy was named 'Hajime', after your brother.

Fun Fact:

There was huge drama between you, Tooru, and Hajime. You guys were in your late teenage years and Hajime suddenly realizes his love for Tooru. You were sort of devastated when Tooru couldn't really deny his feelings for Hajime. Could you really blame them?

But in the end, Tooru chose you. He made sure he gave you all the attention and love after that, doing whatever he could to gain your trust back again. And Hajime apologized profusely to you so many times. You weren't really happy with him but you managed. You two became close again after a talk with your parents.

As old people, you both passed peacefully in each other's arms at a nursing home.

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in honor of last season’s poem being called “”end poem”” (all quotes mandatory) this season i made one out of pieces of the actual end poem