#Ooc: Y-you good there Indigo?

[ask-the-shattered-origins-others]

“ 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 .. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !! 𝐇𝐨𝐰’𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬? ”

@whydontirememberanything

[ 𝐒𝐋 𝐀𝐑𝐂 ]

OOC // Killing myslefm :DD

*Genesis turns to look at them...* "Ah, hello! I'm doing good! That entity the other day was strange, though... i do still wonder what they were referring to..." *he pauses a moment before continuing...* "Who is Goggles?"

[sakumz]

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a/n : I LOVE YOU KIMICJ the man you are 😣 school au, ooc, kms joke once or twice kunikuzushi is scaramouche or wanderer...

[ m. kinich x fem reader ]

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" that's the exchange student? " you hear whispers and whatnots around you as you walk towards your classroom. books in your arms since the teacher asked you to pick it up, first thing in the morning before heading to class.

" morning y/n, " xiao greets you as he shoves the students blocking the path inside the classroom, holding the door for you to go in, as you smiled and thank him. placing the books on your teacher's desk as you made your way over to your seat, kinich takes the empty seat next to yours.

it's a wonder, your class is so lucky to be hosting the exchange student. thank you aether for being the student exchanged in your class. you silently thank the archons and of course your dearest classmate for such exchange, heck if he's staying over forever in kinich's school and kinich stays here forever, even better! you get to admire the pretty man by your side and the one behind you is xiao. he sighs as he stares out the window.

when lunch starts, you can't help but want to ask the exchange student to eat with you. well he is new and everyone will probably go to their own friend group and chat lunch away. what you should obviously expect was the people crowding around him, asking to go with them.

xiao taps you from behind as you silently nod, determine to take kinich with you than the randos.

" hey malipo- " you whisper shout from your seat as he quickly turns his attention to you.

" kinich is fine, " he cuts you as you flush red.

" um yeah k-kinich, wanna come with me and xiao? we'll eat on the roof and well... it's quieter there. " you lean over and whisper. he gets up and apologised to the people around, telling them he wants peace and quiet and well, to say the least they obliged and left him. he follows you and xiao quietly up to the roof.

you were right, it was a lot quieter. only you guys being there, being on the roof definitely has it perks. he could see the outside of the school, there's a basketball court and he spots a red and white hair guy, definitely shorter playing the game with an indigo bowl cut hair who even had a different uniform. he's not an exchange student like him, is he? he was certain only five from his school was here and was not told any other school would be here too.

" oh! kazuha is playing with the kid from the school directly opposite us! " you gush as xiao turns to look out.

" yeah that's kunikuzushi, " kinich sits next to you, opposite xiao. you peered over when he opens his lunch box.

" what a cute bento, " you mumbled out loud, flushing once more when both males stared at you.

" my classmate made it, we're staying in the same host family, " he says as you can't help but get interested.

" that's really cute, you guys must be pretty close huh? xiao over here is my childhood friend, kazuha was in the same class as us back in first year. also I bought cookies so you both better eat up! " you shove the bag in the center.

" tasty as ever, " xiao compliments as you flash him a smile, the smile that sends his heart beating a mile a minute.

" it's good, " kinich compliments after. your pride eating at you.

" there's a little something on you, " you point at the corner of your lips as xiao looks confused at you.

" here let me just- " you swipe your hand over xiaos cheek, dusting the cookie crump off.

the bell rings after leaving you to internally scream. back to hell. class went by pretty quickly, you tried to pass paper messages to xiao and you barely got any replies back.

" hey are you doing anything after school? " you ask kinich, walking him to the shoe locker with xiao behind you.

" I don't have anything, " he responded. you look over xiao, he gives you a nod as you internally cheered.

" let's go to this cafe! me and xiao always go there whenever we're free and well it's my work place too so feel free to come whenever you want, heck please bring that classmates of yours too! I'd definitely love to meet them and- " yapping till you were out of the school gates you weren't expecting someone to whistle at you.

you stopped and stared at the source of the sound, it was coming from the road directly across you. you sigh when you see who it is.

" heyyy y/n! " sethos called you over as kunikuzushi glared at the man.

you waved as xiao quickly grabs your hand and push it back down. you look at him as he shakes his head no.

" hey I know they're from our quote on quote rival school but it's rude to not greet back, you know. " you whisper scolded, jabbing him with a finger playfully.

from kunikuzushi point of view, you looked so adorable with a hand to your waist as you scolded your little childhood friend. wait WHAT!?! he aggressively shook his head as sethos stared at him cheekily.

" listen up pipsqueak! " kunikuzushi starts only to earn a slap from behind, he scowl and turn quickly to look at the perpetrator. it was lumine, she glared daggers at him as she scolded him for calling whoever he was calling a "pipsqueak". you waved sethos a goodbye before walking away with kinich and xiao.

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" what's his problem? " xiao mumbles as he takes a seat opposite you in the booth. you can't help but giggle, kinich by xiaos side feeling confused. there's definitely more to this rival school going on.

" y/n! you're here, " your fellow colleague greets whipping out her small notebook to take your order.

" helloo, " you greet with your signature smile.

" anything catches your eyes? " you ask kinich who was flipping through the menu, xiao points at one as his eyes follow his finger.

" um, I'll get the kitty parfait. " he says shyly.

" haha three kitty parfait then, " your colleague obliges and within minutes the parfaits came. your colleagues even added a matcha tea, lemon tea and coca cola. guessing everyone's preferred drink right.

" mind if I take a picture? " kinich asks as he pulls out his phone, you quickly said yes.

" hey get a picture of us too~ here give me your phone, " you show him your palm as he placed his phone on.

you turn the phone camera to selfie mode, aiming it so that the food can be seen and both xiao and kinich faces were in. throwing on a peace sign as xiao and kinich followed along.

you three ate your treats, talking about everything and anything. kinich has a pet named ajaw, he can get pretty aggressive but he's a sweet thing. pulling up videos and pictures of said pet. xiao also shares embarrassing stories of you in between. kinich couldn't help but laugh at certain parts of the story. leaving you fuming at your friend. kinich finds it adorable when you pout.

" well we should get going. I'll walk you home y/n, " xiao starts as you stared back at him, sighing when he tilts his head to the side.

" did something happened at home? " kinich question as you laugh at the bitter thought.

" it's fine really, " you force a smile as you stand up. bidding your colleagues and the boys follow behind. whispering to each other. you can't be bothered to know what they're talking about, having an internal battle on what might possibly happen at home. you had a fight with your brother after he told you his partner of five years was a homewrecker and he didn't do anything or defend himself when his partner started talking shii about his family.

" this is it, bye bye " you sounded so sad when you wave them goodbye, closing the door behind before they could say anything else.

kinich and xiao looks at each other before making their way over the nearby bench around the area.

" yeah something is definitely up, " kinich mumbles as xiao looks at him, slouched over the bench.

" you like them don't you? " he smirks.

" wha-what are you talking about? " kinich sweatdrops.

" aaah, we'll just leave it till tomorrow then. you know your way around the area or do you need me to walk you back too? " xiao teased leaving the dark hair male to laugh.

" I know how to get home, thanks. " he bids xiao goodbye as they both made their way home.

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" fancy seeing you here, " kunikuzushi starts as you look over your shoulder and place the glass you were wiping down. it's a Saturday, no school. your work decided to come up with a little small event to promote the best selling kitty parfait. you blush and immediately hide yourself behind the counter, you're wearing a maid dress and kitty ears!

" hey now, aren't you going to serve me? " he teased as you stand up, you're the only worker right now. the next one will come in an hour.

" how'd you know I'm working here?! " you scold as he smiles.

" hey hey, I've got a little recommendation from the principal of the school but that doesn't matter, " he mumbles the last part turning back to stare at your eyes.

" I've been wanting to come here! so many people in school has been talking about it. even that smart ass alhaitham has been here not once but twice, " he raised two fingers as you grab his fingers, squeezing it hard as he lets out a playful scream.

" is this the person you've been talking about? kinich, " you quickly looked over kunikuzushi as he followed your line of view. you blush when you saw kinich in his casual wear. he is so handsome, charming and so much beautiful words you can't think of right now but he's just so drop dead gorgeous. he had his headband on his forehead, black t-shirt on and you can't admit it but his arms.

" please kill me kunikuzushi, hat guy, wanderer " you whisper as you shake him by his shoulder.

" hey must you bring up that stupid nickname and even the game name I used. " he sighs at your dramatic antics. he doesn't fail to notice your growing blush. you looked adorable if only it was for him.

" wha-what would you like to have today? kinich and beautiful girl, " you cry internally is that his girlfriend, you shove kunikuzushi aside as she points at the chocolate cake. just then your phone rings, you excused yourself as you quickly picked up the call. trying not to kill yourself when your boss tells you, you'll be working the full shift alone since your work partner had something going on. well its not so bad doing a full shift alone especially when the sun's setting down and well the customers just adore you the most.

you place your phone down, biding your boss an okay and goodbye as you look over kunikuzushi who was just playing with the jewelleries around his fingers and neck.

you cleared your throat as you beam back at them, right you're so good at faking smiles even kunikuzushi and xiao have a hard time figuring out which is fake and which isn't.

" so one chocolate cake? is there anything else? " you tap the order in the cash register screen as kinich finishes the order with " the same kitty parfait we ordered and two colas would be nice. "

you thanked them for ordering and tell them to take a seat, even rejecting his money because he's an honoured guest along with the girl he was with. assuring him it's on the house, kunikuzushi looked over the cash register area, picking up some of the memo notes you were writing down. one definitely caught his interests as you worked on their orders. quickly finished the final touches, making it as pretty and perfect. you walk over to their table. smiling at them when you approach, telling them to enjoy before you could return back to the register you hear kunikuzushi shout, " hey aren't you missing something? "

you glared at the man before turning back to the "couple" .

" I'll give you some blessings okay? make it delicious, " you form a heart with your fingers, moving it around your fingers as you shut your eyes tight.

" moe moe kyun~ "

to say the least, all you hear was kunikuzushi loud laughter as you rush back over to him.

" tell me your order now. " you demand as he sniffles back a laugh.

" o-one kitty parfait, the strawberry one. " your heart drops. keying in the order and bringing it to the man. why did he pick the seat opposite kinich, one where they can make eye contact.

" hey don't forget your magical blessing, " he flashed you a smile as you glared at him.

" make it delicious, " you say between gritted teeth, " moe moe kyun~ " just as you're about to walk away he grabs your hand. you turn to look at him stunned.

" there's no customers right now, so you can definitely fulfill my customer request right? as stated in the memo, " he grinned as you stared, flushing when you remember the event lines.

' obliged to the customer wishes, eg feeding them as long as its nothing super dangerous, do it '

" feed me. " you quickly take a seat opposite him, your kitty ears pressing against your head. the kitty ears, you scream. you looked so adorable you didn't notice the quick flash from his phone. your kitty ears pressed on your head as you flushed red, eyes squeeze tight as you grab his spoon.

" open up, " you place the spoon full of whipped cream and strawberry jam infront of his face, your other hand hovering under his chin to catch whatever mess he could possibly make.

" so how's school, " he tries to make small talk as you continue to feed him. just as you're about to give a response, you accidentally push the spoon filled parfait into his mouth, the whipped cream hitting the corner of his lips. you can't help but wipe the corner of his lips with your finger, forced habit from xiao, and the opportunity to tease the lingering eyes on him, he grab your finger. bringing it to his mouth to lick the whip cream.

you blush at his action as the kitty ears pressed against your head again, your tail swishing from side to side. yeah you're definitely not wearing this set of cat stuff again! thank goodness there was a normal version somewhere. you didn't expect people you know to come and you could've gotten out of work the following hour when kunikuzushi came. ugh the co-worker!!!

" hey y/n, " kinich calls over to you as you look back, your face flush red as kinich can't help but blush at your appearance. your cat ears and your flushing face.

you hand kunikuzushi back the spoon as you ruffled his hair for revenge, as he quickly brings a hand to your cheek, giving it a squeeze before you walk over to kinich's booth.

" yes? " you exhale slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

" I hope we're not bothering you, this is mualani. she's- " kinich was interrupted as she grab your hands.

" we're classmates back in our old school and we're living in the same host house, I can't get a second away from him huh. hahaha! though each class in your school, holds one exchange student. he's pretty lucky to get a cute girl like you in the class. heck you're even prettier than the picture he showed! " she gushed as you flushed harder, he talks about you to this girl!?

" are you both datin-"

" what! no! I would never date this emo! " she scolds as you can't help but laugh, kinich cleared his throat earning a playful glare from mualani.

" thanks for the treat and like always, good things comes to an end. I'll see you in school, y/n. " kinich gets up as mualani follows bidding you a goodbye as she walks first, kinich feels his legs glued to the floor. his ears didn't fail him and kunikuzushi was purposefully being loud when he mentioned the event lines.

he did order the item that'll strike the event lines to work, you stared at him as he looks down, gulping down as he says what you weren't expecting to hear.

" there's an event thing right? I'm allowed to make a request? " your kitty ears perks up, you try to control your beating heart.

" yeah you can make a request as long as its nothing too stupid and crazy, " you looked to the floor, avoiding his gaze as you try to calm down.

" can I get your number then? " to say the least you thought you died and met the archons. with shaking hands you accept and key in your number.

he bids you goodbye as he walks over to mualani as she smiles, giddy as she can't wait to hear more of what kinich has to say. he's been pretty chatty since meeting you and she's definitely in for it all.

kunikuzushi did stay to help you clean the store, he said you'll pay him with one of the events request to which you agreed.

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" xiaooo~ " you playfully poke his cheek from behind his seated self. you sigh as you gave him a hug resting your head on his head.

" I'm gonna kill myself. " you stood straight as you take your seat, and kinich enters.

" did you hear, in gym class. one of the rival class from the school will join us. " someone says as you felt a shiver down your spine, this class better not be kunikuzushi.

luck was not on your side when you catch his gaze on you. him sitting on the bleachers as xiao and kinich just so happen to sit a few seats infront of him. you were playing basketball first. you as the appointed captain and lumine was your rival captain.

" beat her ass, y/n! " you hear kunikuzushi shout as everyone turn to look at the man. his shame out the window, thank the archons sethos isn't here.

" you're supposed to cheer for us! " the girls in his class shout as he stuck out his tongue.

the game did end with your team winning, kunikuzushi calls for you to come over as you obliged. he hands you a bottle of water as the referee calls for the boys to come and get ready for the game. he smiles as he catches your gaze. waving as you nearly choke on the water. nilou takes a seat next to you as lumine on her other side and keqing went to your right side.

" heyy! cheer for me okay!? " he shouts as you flushed the girls looking over you as you scream a do your best, you guys! that's definitely not targeted to kinich, xiao and that kuni boy.

the girls tried to get intel on the boy as you tried your hardest to focus on the game. twenty minutes in the game and kunikuzushi team was one point down. he grabs hold of the ball and just as he's about to score he shouts your name.

" this one's for you, y/n! " he shouts as he shoots a three pointer earning two points, the girls cooing at the smoothness. the game then ends and the teacher congratulated the team for winning before ending his class.

" he definitely likes you, " nilou says as she stands up. lumine following her as she tells you he's too far gone.

" he's a stupid one for sure, " keqing pats your head in pity for your love life.

you look over the boys as they gathered close, you walked over as kunikuzushi was massaging his hand.

" what's wrong? " you question as he smiles weakly.

" just jammed my fingers. " you grab his non-injured hand. bringing him to the first aid kit, placed on the first row of the bleaches he takes a seat as you wrapped an elastic compression bandage over his finders.

" hey why don't you kiss my boo boos away? it'll heal faster just like your magical blessing to my parfait. it was really delicious, " he teased as you brought his hand over to your lips pressing a quick kiss over it. kinich and xiao decided to take the seats next to you and kunikuzushi, drinking water and calming down from the game.

" we have an hour free and then lunch break, you should join us. " you say, standing up and changing as the boys meet you at the roof.

xiao sits next to you as kinich and kunikuzushi was opposite. silenced filled the first part.

" open up, " kunikuzushi brings the egg roll from his bento to you mouth, as you ate it. xiao calling you to open up too as you ate the broccoli from him. kinich opens his bottle of cola as he brings it to your face as you chug a good amount.

kunikuzushi smirking as you glared daggers at the growing tug on his lips. realisation hits you as you start coughing, xiao pats your back as you stand up. packing your things as you bid a quick goodbye.

" see you guys later, and bye kunikuzushit. " you mindlessly walk away, it's still too early to go back to class.

" now what is her problem, " kunikuzushi mellowly says as the two looks over the male.

" you tease her too much, " xiao points his chopsticks at the male as he laughs pushing his chopsticks away with his own pair.

" admit it, we all know who she likes. " xiao flushed. it's not him and he's well aware.

" why do you like her, kunikuzushi? you even got her to feed you, your parfait... " kinich trailed off as xiao stared wide eyed at the indigo man, he laughs.

" she's fun to tease, plus quite the beauty. she's too nice for her own good, " kunikuzushi admits, reminiscencing the first time he met you when you threw a punch at him for talking shit about your school. that's when you met sethos and lumine for the first time too. they quickly took a liking to you.

" what about you, xiao? " xiao can't help but stare and look away at the pair of eyes on him.

" she's pretty, yes. I grew up with her so I guess you can say my love for her just keeps growing with her... " there's more to love you for and he's too shy to tell it to them.

kunikuzushi is well aware with the choices you won't pick him nor would it be xiao, he pats xiao on the back. trying to lighten the mood, so he tells embarrassing tales about you as xiao returns the same.

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mualani caught you walking down the halls, she drags you to the vending machine around the garden as you sat on the bench, sipping on your carton of milk.

" why do you like kinich? " she cheekily asked as she plops next to you.

" he's handsome, quite the sweet talker and um.. im not sure? my heart just longs for him... " you confess, feeling the same burning on your cheeks as she laughs.

well you have her support in this, she cheers you up and attempts to tell you embarrassing stories about kinich but they ended up being more about her. kinich catching her doing embarrassing stuff.

as class was ending, kinich tells you and xiao, he'll be waiting for mualani so xiao and you left together first.

you invite xiao over to your house as he obeys. placing the plate of almond tofu and a cup of ice lemon tea. you enjoyed the peaceful silence. before admiting something xiao was painfully aware of.

" I like kinich. " he swallows hard.

" I like you, " he confessed as you flushed. turning to look at him and he he maintained eye contact back.

" I'm sorry, " you looked away as he was quick to hold you hand. rubbing smooth circles.

" it's really okay, dating someone you grew up with would be a bore huh? besides you probably see me more like a brother than some romantic partner... " you can't help but sigh, if you hadn't met kinich and xiao confessed. you'll definitely accept, he was nothing but kind and sweet to you.

" you're never boring to be with. my heart just longs for the guy, " you sigh as you grab the hand, touching your hand. you bring it to your forehead as he place the spoon down, patting your head.

" if he ever breaks your heart, my arms are open for you. if you're thirty and he hasn't married you, I'll marry you in a heartbeat. " you can't help but laugh.

" I'll allow that, I'll break up if he doesn't propose hahaha, please don't wait for me if you did fall for someone. " he nods as the conversation continues. you introduced a new character in your life as xiao filled you in on what happened during lunch when you left. your soul leaving your body when he says kunikuzushi was sharing embarrassing stories about you. hell the new character in your life couldn't say any embarrassing stories about kinich because it was mainly him catching her on the act.

you walk xiao to the door when it was time to leave, he pulls you in for a hug and you let him hug you for as long as he felt like it.

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the next day in school, school felt pretty fast this time. probably because you fell asleep in class thanks to someone keeping you up all night.

" y/n come with me. " kinich offers a hand as you blindly take it, rubbing your eyes with your other hand. you don't know where this guy is taking you.

he brings you to the garden, the gazebo in sight as you take a seat and he stands. hands hiding something behind. a yawn escapes your lips as he shows you the flowers.

" I like- love you. " he confess, your eyes shot open. this can't be a dream? you pinch your cheek as he laughs, pulling your hand away to plant a kiss on it.

" it's not a dream. I love you a lot, your kindness. you really helped me feel at ease in the school, I met a few cool people thanks to you. even if we're far apart, I'll do anything for you. we're still living in the same country just different region. it will take awhile to get to you but for you, I'll do anything. " you can't help but kiss the corner of his lips as he cups your face, giving you a proper kiss.

to say the least even being so far away, you never felt lonely. kinich texts you 24/7 even video calling whenever you want. when you graduated, you eventually moved to a place nearer to him to attend college. xiao and kunikuzushi unexpectedly following. all four attending the same college, you weren't expecting to be in the same business course as kunikuzushi as xiao and kinich happen to share the same course. well kinich never fails to slap a smile on your face everyday.

[adorekento]

flirty scara x insecured reader? like maybe self loathing themselves 😙

Glimpse — Scaramouche

Synopsis: You were nothing but an ordinary student, People never attempted to approach you, Until a certain Indigo-haired dude asked you out.

warnings: self-loathing, flirt attempts, offensive content, bullying, ooc, etc.

notes: agghsge I'm sosorryyy for being inactive 😭😭🙏🙏 I'll js fix the error tmrrrrr and if there's grammars my apologies im half asleep when i wrote this 🙂🙂

"y/n."

A voice called out from behind, startling you out of your thoughts. Veering around, your eyes locked with the Indigo eyes that were fixed on you, "Uh, Yes?" you asked, baffled.

It wasn't every time people would call out to you. In fact, No one attempt to chat with you unless they ought something. You'd probably be more surprised if someone spoke directly to you and it's happening, the person talking to you is known all over the school for their coldness and mindset. So you were kind of thrown when he began speaking to you.

"Be my partner."

Gasps can be heard throughout the room as students turn to look at the male who just spoke up, when he finished his sentence, your cheeks bloom red. It was not the statement you anticipated, especially from him, and you're kind of dumbfounded.

'He's probably just... Ugh.'

"Pardon?" you ask politely, though unsure about what his intentions are with this whole situation. "Did you not hear me? I want to be your companion for the upcoming task." He continues, giving you an expectant look which you fail to return because you're still trying to process what he'd said.

"Huh?! Scara~ Are you sure you want to be partnered with this— thing? Come on! Think twice!"

"Unless he lost to a bet?"

"Understandable."

"Right! He probably lost to a bet that's why he's asking y/n for their help, they don't even seem interested, Haha!"

"Seriously? Scaramouche and y/n? Is he just trying to get them a good grade by partnering with them?? That's stupid,"

The whispers around you grow louder as everyone starts to make fun of you for the current situation you're in.

"T-Thank you for the offer, really, But I'm certain I can work alone on our lesson," you say with an awkward smile, "Maybe you could just try asking someone else instead," you manage to say while staring into his pretty eyes.

"No way! Are they actually refusing Scaramouche?"

'What the fuck do you guys want me to do then?! You were just judging me a few seconds ago because he wants to pair up with me! And now that I'm rejecting his offer you're mad too?! Ridiculous!'

"they think rejecting him is cool! It's not like they ALWAYS get a partner, right?"

"They might reject him just for looking like this and making them feel inferior,"

"Poor Scaramouche! How can someone like them reject him?"

The students went on to talk as you tried to maintain yourself calm and steady despite all these comments, but unfortunately, all that did was cause you to start feeling a little tense. Not enough to go wild or anything. Just a tiny amount. You could still deal with the ridicule, but not enough to get furious at them,

Scaramouche grimaced at the crowd of students who were talking about you while you were staring at the floor, Making them look away,

He picked up your bag off the ground and threw it over his shoulder, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the classroom with him. You didn't resist as he dragged you outside, ignoring everyone calling after him as they watched him go.

Once you two left the room, he eventually let go of your hand and kept walking. You followed behind him, keeping your mouth shut. It wasn't until he stopped in front of you and uttered, "Apologies for dragging you here against your will, and well- drawing attention onto us," he says awkwardly, scratching his neck with his free hand as he looked around,

"Also, it's not every time I do requests. I wish to be your partner for the project. we have mutual chemistry and I believe that working together would benefit both of us," he said grinning,

You blinked rapidly a few times, not knowing how to respond to such a sincere statement,

"...You're aware that bunch of people out there desire to have you as their partner for this right? I mean I am glad and surprised that you're inviting someone like me but you don't have to push yourself!" you respond nervously, fiddling with your fingers before rubbing your hands to keep from getting too nervous.

"Look, I won't force you. You can simply say no, you're only saying that because you care about what people think, Right?" he asked.

He stared at you for a moment. Then he grabbed your chin, making you meet his intense eyes. You gasped slightly at the contact, then relaxed after a second. "Just do whatever feels right to you, okay?" He sneered.

Your face flushed again as you nodded shyly at him. He smiled lightly at you before releasing your chin and letting go of your hand,

"Okay..."

—

After a few days, You've gotten closer to Scaramouche, everyday he would go to you and walk you home, helping you study in class and even hanging out at lunchtime.

it also took you a bit to realize that you were starting to develop feelings toward him, Who wouldn't? With his handsome features paired with his cold demeanor, plus that cute laugh of his whenever he speaks, you're sure to fall in love with him sooner or later, no matter how hard you try not to.

The earlier morning he asked you to hang out with him at the park near your house so you agreed, and now you're walking with Him beside you. It was quiet between you two, as you weren't much of a chatterbox.

The silence is mostly comfortable, though you felt your heart beating faster than normal, which made you panic slightly. Why is your heart beating this fast? Maybe you're sick!

You shake the thought away, it's probably nothing... "You alright?" Scaramouche asked, tilting his head slightly as if noticing you panicking a bit before shrugging.

You nod quickly, trying to avoid eye contact, "Yea! I'm fine, Sorry, Don't you think it's gotten cold? It's not even winter yet—"

Your rambling stops abruptly as you felt his arm move across yours to hold your hand tightly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so, instead of making absurd excuses," he grinned at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly,

"T-That's not—" you stutter. Your ears start burning from embarrassment. You really shouldn't let his charm affect you that easily. Or maybe it was just the way his touch felt so warm and inviting?

"What's that? Do you also want to kiss me? Now aren't we getting ahead of ourselves a little early?" he smirked down at you, leaning forward until you were nose to nose,

"I didn't even say anything— I wasn't going to!" You argued back, taking a step back from him as he chuckled.

His laugh was nice to hear, "Go ahead, I might let you." He whispered in an amused tone. The smirk remained on his face as he leaned forward again, bringing his other hand to cup your cheek, "Are you blushing?" he teased gently stroking it with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you.

Your body was heating up, it felt warm and tingly from all those butterflies suddenly fluttering around in your stomach, and your cheeks felt flushed due to his closeness. It was weird and uncomfortable how he had made you feel all flustered and embarrassed. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply closed your eyes, allowing your cheek to be caressed while his breath tickled your ear,

You felt his lips brush against yours and your heart began racing again. His thumb moved from your cheekbone and rested itself over your lips before moving slightly and softly kissing them. Your eyes flew open in shock. You stood there, frozen and completely dumbfounded as your heart rate increased drastically in both speed and volume,

"There, I kissed you." He snickered down at you, his voice low and smooth. His voice sends shivers down your spine and you blush more.

You shook your head slightly and cleared your throat before smiling at him,

"Right!" That was all you managed to mutter back.

You looked back at him for a second, then averted your gaze toward the ground once more. You couldn't believe that you got kissed by someone like Scaramouche! you didn't have any idea how to react.

but, to be fair, most girls would jump at the chance to kiss him when they first saw him, so you weren't complaining.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your hand and intertwine your fingers. You glanced down at your interlaced hands, then back up at him in confusion, "Are you fine with this?" he asked, looking at you curiously.

"Mhm! No worries." You nodded quickly as you started to walk, but hesitantly intertwined your fingers with his, causing his grin to widen.

"But... If any chance s-someone you know strolled by— we can quit holding hands, I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends..." you mumbled, feeling his hand squeeze yours tighter.

"If someone I know happened to catch a glimpse of us, I'd pull you extra close."

© [ adorekento ] do not steal, repost, or translate my work.

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! megumi, vocal sex, praising, unprotected sex, fast paced, ooc probably, porn without plot, mating press for a sec, a hint angst if u squint really really hard

megumi fushiguro was weirdly quiet during sex.

he only ever lets a groan of your name out when he’s cumming and a few words of affirmation. it almost hurts your feelings how silent he is—does he not like it?

he also forces your silence. one hand holding the back of one of your thighs, the other slapped over your parted lips to just barely muffle those pesky moans. he's drilling into you, painfully hard cock slamming against that spot that has your eyes rolling back. he's digging his nicely kept nails into your soft flesh and his hips slam into you. his teeth, white and straight, are digging into his bottom lip hard enough to leave bite marks for days after the act. his brows are furrowed above his narrowed indigo eyes. you’ll never see him this concentrated.

he tries his hardest to let some praise slip out, but it's rare. his voice sounds so strained, desperate, and breathless. “so good, y-you feel so good, god,” he blabs before taking his lip back between his teeth.

you think he's not enjoying it enough to be loud. while you're moaning and blabbing beneath his palm, he's unbearably quiet. of course, you’ll never say anything to him. but he knows the truth: if he opens his mouth, everyone will hear him.

so that’s why he's practially jumping for joy when you two get a night truly alone. everyone is out on missions—just you and megumi until 7:30 in the morning.

he wraps a watch, black, silver, and bought with gojo’s card, around his pale wrist. just in case you two end up together all night (spoiler alert: you do).

he checks the dorms once, twice, three times. nobody’s there. there's still some worry nagging the back of his head; that gojo or one of your schoolmates would come home early. but it is overshadowed by his need to show you how good it feels, how good you feel.

did you think he didn't notice? he knew you didn't love his lack of loudness. you poor insecure thing. thank god he's here to reassure you.

he practically breaks your door down the second he’s confident enough that it's just the two of you.

“gumi, h—” you're cut off by his lips slamming against yours, big calloused hands finding their way into your hair.

megumi’s not a horndog, he’s always respectful. but right now he has an opportunity to fuck you and fuck you right, and there is no way he's passing that opportunity up.

“we're alone,” he mumbles against your mouth before attacking it once more. the kiss is mostly teeth and tongue, like he's trying to eat you.

you knew that you were alone in the dorms. of course you did; you were just as excited about it as he was. but the reminder in megumi’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

he’s already straining against his sweats just from kissing. maybe he is a horndog. just a little.

he pulls away only to latch onto your neck, huffing in your scent like an addict. he's letting out soft hums of pleasure as he sucks on your flesh. shit, that's gonna leave marks. his hands pull out of your hair to grab at your ass.

“you smell good,” he practically grunts between wet kisses over your throat, “pretty girl.” your cheeks burn hot at his words, your hands traveling into his inky locks and tugging.

his eyes are on your face—they always are. he watches as your lips part, a few small whimpers coming out of you as he continues ravishing you. he loves looking at you. you are his pretty girl after all.

he pushes you backwards onto your bed gently and effortlessly. he kisses your lips again, just as gently. he’s such a sweetheart under all that stoicism.

he runs his hands under your shirt, gooseflesh covering your skin at the contact. he keeps his eyes on you.

“i need you,” he grumbles, “now. is that okay?” he hesitantly fondles your boobs through your bra, slightly swollen lips parting in a small grunt as his groping grows just a bit more aggressive.

you nod almost instantly. maybe a little too eager. “mhm, need you too, megs,” you agree, bringing your hands to rub up on his shoulders. he smirks, just barely. how adorable.

the both of your clothes disappear in a haze of colors, ripped off by megumi’s skilled hands. he leaves both of you just in underwear before pressing a small kiss on your warm cheek. pre is leaking through his boxers, dick throbbing against the navy fabric. your eyes are glued to his boner with wide, needy eyes as he climbs on top of you.

he’s panting, his usual chewing of his bottom lip replaced with a slack jaw. he brings his middle finger to drag lazily across your slit. you shiver, eyes fluttering shut with a mewl.

“so wet,” he observes, dipping his head down to suck some red marks against your collarbone.

his digit ghosts tight circles over your clothed clit before pushing your underwear aside. he pulls back to sit on his knees between your spread legs. and he moans at the mere sight of your sopping pussy, his dick twitching as more pre cum pools out of his tip.

your eyes, gleaming with shock, shoot open to stare up at him. his hungry gaze flicks up to your flushed face. “gumi?” you cock your head.

“please,” megumi practically whines, bringing two fingers to circle around your hole.

first the moaning, then the begging. who is this and what’d he do with your boyfriend? despite this, his large ring and middle fingers prodding at your entrance make it impossible for you to question his behavior. though you could guess why. you just nod lazily, eyes glued to where his hand connected to your sex.

“fuck, okay,” he groans, sliding his digits inside you. he lets out a loud whimper right along with you. you clamp down around his fingers so tight, so well. you arch your back, head falling back against your pillows. he sounds so pretty it has your head spinning.

he slams into your cunt with loud squelches, his palm deliciously hitting your clit and his a-little-too-loose watch bouncing with each roll of his wrist. he uses his free hand to sloppily pull his boxers just far down enough to grab his aching cock out. he strokes himself in tandem with how he’s bullying your hole.

“look at me,” he says breathlessly, “please, pretty girl, look at me.”

you prop yourself up on your forearms, wide eyes staring at his cock. he's leaking pre cum, tip an angry red, balls full. “oh my god,” you mumble.

he keeps panting and letting out groans. it's music to your ears. you almost wish you could record this moment. his brain is mush right now. without having to focus on keeping quiet, he's practically putty in front of you.

he pulls his sticky hands away from both of you to push your knees to your chest, the two of you whining at the loss of contact. his normally droopy eyes were wide as he stared at you. he presses a kiss against your lips, gentle and fleeting, before letting go of the back of one of your thighs to adjust his cock against your entrance. he lets out shaky breaths as he ogles at your cunt, swollen and shiny with slick.

he glanced up at your already blissed out expression, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead like glue and your plush lips parted. you nod quickly and not even a second passes before his tip slides past your weak ring of resistance.

he moans, loud. it's dragged out and low, his blue eyes screwed shut. he pushes fully inside you as his hands hold a vice grip on the back of your knees.

“god, shit, you feel so good,” he grunts, but he (despite his need) stays still to let you adjust. he dips his head down and presses kisses against your tits, sucking on your nipples with muffled groans.

you bring a hand to cup the back of his head. “you sound so pretty, gumi,” you say sweet and breathless.

he whines before pulling off your boob with a loud pop, “can i move?” he asks breathlessly.

he always asked for permission—what a gentleman—but now he sounded like he’d cry if you said no. it was cute.

“mhm,” is all you say before a loud gasp is pulled from your throat as he drags out and slams back into you.

he’s moaning pornographically as he slams into your cervix with loud plap! plap! plap!’s. he scrambles with his hands, letting go of your legs to let them rest open around his.

his hands find the flimsy panties he’d pushed out of his way, brows furrowing in annoyance out their presence. he discards them with a loud riiiiiiip, tossing the destroyed cotton behind him onto your dorm floor. the merciless rocking of his hips and his loud noises of pleasure don't even waver.

“megs,” you pout between moans, “i liked those.”

“i-i’ll buy you new ones,” he grunts, enunciating his point with a particularly sharp thrust into your clenching cunt.

he brings one hand to grope your chest, whimpering softly as he feels your nipple instantly re-harden under his touch. the other hand slides between the two of you to rub your clit with fervor, causing a loud moan to come out of your agape mouth. he keeps his wide eyed gaze on where your sexes meet, your slick creating a sheer white sheen of sticky fluid connecting you two.

you writhe under him. “meg, meg, meg—fuck,” you chant with an arch of your back

“ohhh, yeah,” he groans lowly, fingers working your bundle of nerves speeding, “please squirt for me, come on,” his thrusts go sloppy just at the thought.

you whine out his name, the muscles in your thighs flexing and twitching. his head lols back, adam’s apple bobbing with each loud groan pulled from his throat.

“please,” megumi begs, increasing the pressure of his rubbing on your bud.

you let out a dragged out whine, nodding as you felt white hot pleasure wash over you. you gush around him, cunt squeezing his dick just right as squirt coats him lower stomach. the watch on his wrist starts to gleam with your release. he’s moaning louder than you as you cum.

“mm, good, yeah, so so good.” he drops his head to watch how you clench around his dick in an attempt to milk him for all he’s worth. his thrusts grow sloppy, his cock twitching inside you.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans as he pulls his wet hand away from your puffy clit to rest on your tummy. he's desperately, selfishly chasing his own high now, his hips all too quickly slamming against yours. “god, fuck, ‘m close. where you want it, pretty girl?” he glances up at your face, all flushed and contorted in pleasure.

you could barely think. how did he think you were gonna answer a question?

“don’ know, not inside,” you mumble with a shake of your head, hands clawing at his shoulders from oversensitivity.

he nods.

he wants to cum inside you, of course he does. he knows you want it too. yadda yadda no kids, okay. but that doesn't stop him from ramming into you until the very last second.

he repeats “don't cum” in his head over and over until he finally pulls out with a dragged out moan of your name. he doesn't even have to use his hand as he cums on your lower stomach. his dick twitches, his eyes rolling back into his skull. you watch as his release, burning hot and thick, spills onto your skin. his hands found their way to your hips and he was grabbing them with a death grip.

megumi fushiguro is weirdly loud during sex.

he pauses for a few seconds after his release. the two of you are left heaving in sync, both of your eyes fluttered shut. he's still mewling between heavy breaths.

he opens one eye to check his sticky watch. there was no way in hell he was losing a single minute of tonight. he dips his head between your parted legs. he moves his hands to spread your shaking thighs farther apart.

“‘m not done.”

[the-knaves-world]

Y/N and the case of the anniversary. Vil x reader

Slight spoiler warning for book 5.

TW for brief mentions of food ig.

Just wanted some fluff of vil. Prolly ooc but idc rn.

gn!reader.

A little time to oneself was nice every once in a while, Vil concluded, as he hummed into the calm silence around him. No rook being, well rook. No epel being rambunctious. Yet...there was something missing. Something vil couldn't quite place.

'Now what could possibly be...' vil trailed off the thought when it occurred to him that you weren't there. He hadn't seen hide nor hair of you all day.

That is unusual, at least, on his day off that is. You aways made the effort to see him if you could.

"Hmph." Vil sighed and nodded his head to himself, he will take the initiative this time, it's only fair after all. Relationships take two.

Meanwhile in Ramshackle dorm (tbr in the SpongeBob narrators voice)

"Grim! I just bought all that tuna!" You yell, exasperated by your monster cat companion. "Yeah but all this fancy shmancy food is a once in a lifetime deal here!"

Grim throws his paws in the air, as is his tendency when excited or caught in an act he shouldn't be committing, like ya know, eating the food you had worked so hard for at mostro lounge.

"That is for vil!" Grim crosses his arms and hmmphs haughtily. "I don't see why he gets all your home cooking, we don't really get this good stuff much"

Grim had a point, but this was to celebrate with vil, alone, for the first time in months. You had really been looking forward to a fun time with vil tonight. I you weren't quick and careful, Grim would ruin the homemade dinner you had made.

Just as you were going to leap for Grim to rip him a new fur coat, the door swung open to reveal rook ad epel. "What are you guys doing here? Where's vil?"

As you look for any sign of vil with the duo grim had taken off for the food......only to be caught by rook. As you looked over, you see grim held by the scruff of his neck like a petulant kitten that didn't listen to mama about trying to go down steps for the first time.

You snicker at the thought. "We came to make sure you get a somewhat peaceful night." Epel pipes up with a sheepish smile on his face. "We figured you both would want a rare night to yourselves."

"Thank you guys so much, I got grim tuna but he doesn't want that. The only time he wants homemade food and it has to be tonight."

Rook stands silent, it is definitely unnerving. Finally rook nods slightly and simply starts to stride towards the open front doors.

Rook whispers something so low that you almost don't catch it. "He is on his way, happy anniversary"

Just like that and rook is out of sight. You turn to epel and see him surveying Ramshackle. "It looks nice!" The cleaning and the prep for a somewhat romantic dinner left the common room with a few candles and some indigo tablecloths to match the new black sofa and chair sets that were bought with some of the money from the VDC.

Thinking back to the VDC brought the thought of how vil asked you out in the first place. 'Never thought him one to ask questions like that, let alone to ask someone out after what had happened with neige and rook and just general nonsense.

"Thanks but I don't know if vil will think it's up to snuff" epel looks over, tilts his head slightly and then shakes his head. "He will like that you two get time alone without grim and other people hanging just out of view."

What epel says brings to mind the whole rook-stalking-you-and-vil-on-your-first-date thing.

"Thanks again for coming and helping me with grim epel." Now that you think about it..."how DID you know that grim wouldn't be with ace and deuce today?"

Epel laughs and says "call it bastards intuition but I felt like grim would want some of your attention today, what with vil being off today and all."

Epel shrugs and walks toward the doors and just before he closes them he calls over his shoulder "ya really gotta bring some homemade food to the dorm potlucks more often! It's better than the stuff lilia and jade make!"

As the door swings closed and your laughter echoes through the Ramshackle common room, just a bit more and vils' surprise will be ready!

You hear the doors open and know that it has to be vil. 'Didn't give him the OK to come in anytime for nothin' you think with a sarcastic huff.

You hear vil call for you and then you see him, in all his beauty. Hair completely down and in a dramatic smokey eye painted on his eyelids. 'How can one man be so beautiful?' Is the first thought that runs through your mind. The second thought however is 'are those dark wash blue jeans? And a white slightly oversized sweater?'

"Vil...you look." You hink you see a hint of doubt sweep over his purple eyes but it's gone before you can call him on it mentally.

Vil smiles, sweeps forward and pulls you against him, giving you a light kiss on the forehead. Then each of your temples. "I wanted something casual for once. I remember something about 'you would look so cute in an oversized sweater' so I decided, for once, cute it is tonight."

He finishes off with "you look stunning my love." Then he kisses your lips softly.

As he pulls back, just enough to look you in the eyes, he breathes "Happy anniversary my dear. May we enjoy a lifetime more of them."

As the words rattle around in your fog addled brain the thought occurs 'was that a proposal?'

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ch.1 ; next ; m.list

notes: eimiko as scara's, beiguang as your and kazuha's mothers, modern au — 1.7k

a/n: since this is something im writing on a lighter + more comedic side (at least trying...) chapter and time transitions won't be as smooth as my other fics. timeline wise, this fic can be considered slow burn but wriitng/chapter order wise, it won't be as slow. aand considering this is a modern au, scaramouche's existence isn't/cannot be like in-game, he may come off as a little ooc, i'll still give him issues and attitude lol but there's not much existential crisis revolving around being human/emotions.

the lunch doesn’t go as a disaster as ningguang had feared. with you and ei’s kid sitting at different tables, the women carry on with their conversation and have a fruitful meeting by the end of it.

though it seems life has other plans for you.

sitting down just as the professor walks in, you let your eyes roam as you take needed materials out of your bag. only for your arm to coke to a halt when you catch glimpse of an indigo hair cut in an awfully familiar style. averting your gaze to your bag’s contents, for pray god, he looks up as you’re still looking at him, you try to carry on with your day.

‘try’ is all you can manage, really, with the absurd amount of classes you soon realize you share with him. By the end of the day you can feel someone’s eyes on your back but you decide to pretend you didn’t notice a thing.

entering home with feet dragging on the floor and a loud groan leaving your lips, kazuha looks up from his sheets, ready to listen to your ranting.

“whatever it is, it cannot be worth committing self inflicted unalivement.”

“I share most of my classes with him, kazu.” you deadpan, saying the pronoun with another groan.

kazuha pauses for a moment, registering who you mean and his head falls, “oh, okay, I see your point.” his head suddenly snaps up, giving you an expectant look “but please don’t do it, I love my sibling too much to live a life without them.”

the week carries on with the both of you ignoring the other. better to forget and be forgotten, you muse.

life seems to enjoy proving you wrong however.

at the end of a class you find yourself startled by a rather harsh nudge on your shoulder, turning back to face whoever is responsible, only to be met with that exact scowl. does he even use his facial muscles save for speaking?

as if he gets to ask you about a class project after ignoring you for days, the audacity.

when you try to inquire why he asked you of all people, he just claims “i expect the processor of a capable woman such as ningguang has raised her children to be as capable.”

When he turns and walks away, you only mutter a “weird”, not noticing the slight halt in his steps.

despite the tension that lies heavy between the two of you, it is almost a relief, to have a familiar face around during classes or on lunch breaks, be it a stroll on campus or just relaxing under a tree, it provides a fake sense of familiarity to open one eye and spot the other passing by (or immediately avoiding gazes for fear of being caught staring).

as pleasant as this might be, he still provides to be a problem when it comes to conversing. putting down even just your attempts at small talk, or a greeting in the mornings (yet always giving you a glare when you bid others 'good morning' and not him). he makes it a quick habit of rolling eyes or huffing when you approach the seat near him at classes, yet always taking his backpack from the seat so you can have it.

one by one, despite his intentional difficulties, the two of you begin to spend some lunch breaks together, albeit still in that same self made silence.

if he were to question why you approached the table occupid by him first, you'd most likely shrug, tilting your head to show the crowded food hall 'you're really asking?'.

but he doesn't, which is good, you affirm to yourself, this makes everything less awkward, however that is possible.

you notice a little too late that you do not know his name.

for any other setting, such a fact would bother you, yet with ei's son, this doesn't feel odd. it's not like any interaction the two of you have had so far required any names, or even recognition of the other, if you're being honest.

and you prefer to keep it that way, you realize; as he must too, from his general behavior.

the professor walks into the class with a ta tailing after her. uh-oh, alarm bells ring in your head. from head to toe you can tell what kind of ta this one is going to be exactly.

desperate, is a word to describe it.

insisting on taking attendance, and choosing the redundant way for it, names start being read out one by one.

and that is when you realize.

it doesn't bother you.

it shouldn't.

and it does not, but also it eats away at you from the inside. and for the next two hours, you feel yourself antsy in your seat, checking the clock so often or doodling on the desk only to erase it later, you count down the minutes– "alright, that is all for today."

you find yourself in front of his seat immediately.

in the midst of packing hi belongings, he doesn't acknowledge your existence, though the shadow suddenly falling over him is enough to draw out an irritated sigh.

"what do y-" "what was it that they called you?" the sentence leaves your mouth in a single breath, he pauses for a second, just looking at your face.

brows furrowed, he looks like a mix of puzzled and put off. "huh?"

"your name," you say as a matter-of-factly "i didn't catch it well." that, is a lie.

you remember the 'kunikuzushi' clearly, just as you remember ei's soft and rushed 'kuni!' from that day.

upon hearing your words, his expression shifts to something of annoyance. "just call me scaramouche, if you desperately require a name for this face."

his attitude and the name he says has your face scrunched up. just what is up with this guy?

crossing his arms and raising a brow with an expression that says "you got an issue with it?" he begins tapping his foot in growing impatience.

"well that sounds dumb. and your name is rather difficult to roll off the tongue. guess i'll call you 'kuni' from now on." you say with a shrug. “or would you prefer ‘kuzu’?”

his jaw quite literally dropping, brows at a mix of shooting up and furrowing, he looks at you as if you've said the ugliest insults and curses known to man into his face.

without waiting for a further reply, nor lending an ear to his angry yelling and mix of insults, you walk away.

the end of another week comes close. kazuha and you find yourselves excited for the next two days of calm and peace.

no class, no practise, just to simply exist and unwind, maybe invite some friends if you're up for socializing.

already half asleep on the couch as you give yourself to the music kazuha is making, with occasional hums to accompany the guitar; the both of you find yourselves startled when beidou barges in with a gleam in her eye.

chest moving faster than average, a huge smile plastered on her face, you find yourselves excited even before she begins speaking.

that is which, takes a little while, as her right leg gives out from the way she bended it when barging in. a moment of gathering her breath and feeling her leg fully functional later, she reveals her and ningguang's decision for a mini weekend getaway.

checking the calendar to make sure it is not april, you find it hard to believe as she already ushers kazuha to start packing for the weekend and to bring his guitar if he wishes to.

ningguang never takes a day off, unless one of the assistants, keqing or ganyu use force once in a blue moon. so how come she has agreed to such a thing now?

the eeriness aside, it is still exciting. to spend a weekend as a whole family, away from responsibilities as much as any of you will manage to be. this alone deserves a celebration on itself to be frank.

as expected of someone with refined tastes such as ningguang, her location of choosing is out of the eyes, simple yet elegant by itself, in nature but not too far away from civilization and its perks such as technology in case of any emergencies; from stepping out of the car, you can feel the air to be a lot cleaner already.

not too many steps ahead of you and muted out noises reaching your ears, the eeriness you've gotten from earlier clears up. by the entrance of the house, you see three figures waiting, their eyes now turned your way as they heard the car parked.

the same distant yet beautiful lilac eyes from weeks ago, ei stands in all her glory, her face as unreadable as ever. to her right a woman with pink hair, dressed in shades of red and an all-knowing smile hanging on her lips stand.

that must be yae miko, her wife, as you remember. everything you've heard regarding her truly do not do her justice– not that you've heard much, to be begin with.

and to ei's left stands kunikuzushi, his annoyed expression darkening, his scowl deepening, something you didn't think was possible until now.

you can more or less guess how beidou must be looking from her footsteps alone. kazuha, silent as ever, is probably keeping a stoic expression. kuni's face blending with a different emotion as his eyes shift over to where kazu must be confirm your suspicions more or less.

in her whisper-protests, you can hear beidou speak to ningguang about how she must've forgotten the definition of a family get-away, since this is not it; meanwhile in front of you, he seems to complain about where the nearest starbucks is and how he'll just buy the place and spend the weekend there, 'i'll still be in the same vicinity, as per agreed, just away from the lot of you.'

whatever hopes of a relaxing weekend you've had, you can hear remnants of it being flushed away like you've heard people did to their fish.

this was going to be a long weekend, shoulders slumping, you let out a sigh, as bickerings from both directions carry on and yae seems to observe the scene before her in glee.

[sugarmaplewings-fics]

Anything For You

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Warnings: Tamaki has anxiety, mentions of gore (Halloween decorations), hopefully not ooc? I tried.

A/N: Definitely didn't start writing this last year. Definitely

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sometimes Tamaki regretted the fact that he would do anything for you.

Seriously, even getting him to come to this party had been quite the stretch for him. Just the thought of all those people around him made his knees begin to quake and his stomach clench. But it was Halloween, and you wanted to go out and have fun. Maybe, he’d reasoned, having you at his side would make it a little less unbearable, and so far, that was the case.

The party was in an open area outside, and speakers played bass-boosted music that a crowd of teenagers danced to. Many of them were in costume, making it hard to pick out familiar faces from those that weren't.

You had also chosen to come to this party dressed up for the occasion. Your costume was simple; just a cat ear headband and some face paint. It wasn't your actual costume, more of a placeholder so you could come to the party and dance around as you pleased. Tamaki still thought you looked cute, and shakily voiced it on the way there. You grinned at his compliment and thanked him, only making his cheeks heat up that much more.

Now you were standing together near the edge of the crowd, sipping at age-appropriate drinks as you looked around at the other activities. Tamaki was doing considerably well, clutching your hand for comfort as he waited for a verdict on what you wanted to do. As long as no one looked at the two of you for too long, Tamaki was able to feel more or less okay.

“I heard they had a haunted house,” you said, checking your boyfriend’s face to gauge his reaction. “Those are pretty fun.”

His eyebrows drew together and his lips curled a bit. He looked from you to the ground and then at the building which must have housed the attraction. “I-is that what you want to do?” he asked, his voice quiet and shaky.

You gave him the smallest sympathetic turn-down of your lips. You knew it was already asking a lot of him to come to this party with you. “I would like to. We don’t have to do anything you really don’t want to do. I could even go by myself—”

His indigo eyes snapped back to meet yours. “I don’t want you to be alone,” he said.

You stroked your thumb over the side of his hand; a gesture you knew he loved. “It would be okay. I would like you to come with, but if you’re uncomfortable, I understand.”

Tamaki swallowed and looked back to the festively decorated building. This would be good practice, he told himself. He could try stepping a little out of his comfort zone more, especially if it was for you.

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. “I’ll go.”

You smiled softly up at him, wrapping one arm around him in a half hug. “Thanks,” you whispered, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

His face flushed at your action, a little grin alighting on his own lips as he toed at the grass below him.

You tossed the remainders of your drinks and strode up to the building. You were allowed to just walk in, from the looks of it. A small quartet of friends went in ahead of you, and you stood at the entrance for a minute to let them get a good start.

“Remember,” you said to Tamaki, “you’ll be safe. Nothing is going to hurt you in there. If it gets to be too much, you can close your eyes and I’ll get us out of there as fast as I can, deal?”

Your boyfriend nodded, looking at the dark doorway with apprehension. “Thanks, (Y/N),” he said, giving your hand a tiny squeeze.

“I’ve got ya.”

A scream from the inside met your ears, and you felt Tamaki tense up again beside you.

“Once this is over,” you went on, “we can get some pie or something. Or we can go boogie to some Halloween tunes.”

You shimmied your arms and hips to an unheard song, making yourself look as goofy as possible to lighten the mood. It seemed to work, and your heart warmed at the little chuckle Tamaki let out.

“Come on, let’s go.” You opened the door with a smile, leading him into the darkness.

The room you were in was nearly pitch black, only broken up by blue LED string lights. Fake cobwebs lined the walls and ceiling and the temperature around you was cold.

Tamaki maintained his death grip on your hand, keeping his eyes trained to the dark floor. You led him through the winding pathway, startling at the sounds of high-pitched screams coming from ahead of you. Every now and then, you’d walk past a decoration propped against a wall. Most of them were meant to resemble corpses, bloodied and missing limbs. These didn’t necessarily scare Tamaki, but they didn’t put him at ease either.

Tingling, creepy-crawly sensations continuously made Tamaki shudder, and at some points, it almost felt like he was being touched by someone other than you. By now, he was mostly going along with his eyes closed, listening as you made your own reactions to what was around you. At least you were happy. The knowledge made him smile. He was doing this for you, and so far nothing bad had happened. Soon he would be out in daylight once more, and it would all be over. The two of you would go home and maybe bake some pumpkin cookies like you’d promised. He’d fall asleep in your arms afterward, warm and safe. Yes—this was his current happy place. He was content to focus on the thought, allowing his feet to move on their own as you went on.

At one point, he thought he heard another person shuffling towards the two of you. They were making growling sounds, and your little surprised yelp broke Tamaki from his daydream. He fluttered his eyes open to find himself in a new hallway, this one lit only by a strobe light that flashed on and off and on. That wasn’t the worst of it, though—what immediately caught his attention was the staff member making their way towards you, limbs stiffened to an unnatural pose, their face and clothes drenched in artfully placed fake blood.

Any sense of security left Tamaki, his heart dropping at the sight. His eyes darted around for a path out, anything to get himself away. This had been a bad idea, he shouldn’t have agreed to come. Tamaki sprinted to the opening the actor had left for you, and this time it was him pulling you through the maze of hallways.

“Woah, wait! Tamaki, are you okay?” You were only capable of stumbling after him, trying to keep up as he blindly rushed forward. Immediately you felt guilty. This had been too much for him, you should have known. But, it couldn’t be completely your fault for trying, right?

It was only a matter of moments until Tamaki found the back door, throwing it open and running out into the setting sun. An unexpected warmth rolled over Tamaki’s skin, somehow making it easier for him to breathe.

"Are you alright?" you asked again, and Amajiki thought he heard snickering coming from the group of teenagers that had gone in before you.

“Yeah,” he said, his body still shaking. “I don’t—I don’t know what happened back there.”

“It’s okay, I’m still really proud of you.”

Tamaki looked up at you, finally meeting your eyes. It was then that he noticed something seemed . . . off.

“Weren’t you wearing a headband?” he asked you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, patting your head suddenly at his suggestion. “My cat ears!” you cried when you realized they were missing. “They must have fallen off somewhere in the haunted house!” You slumped forward, sighing. “Man. I really liked that pair too.”

“I’ll get them back for you,” Tamaki offered.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “I have another pair at home.”

“No, it must have been my fault,” Tamaki said. “I was the one who pulled you out of there so fast. It had to have fallen off then.”

"Wait! Tamaki—!"

He turned and began to march himself back in the direction of the entrance, rounding the building. He took a deep breath at the front door, steeling himself. He was a hero, he reminded himself. He’d been up against countless villains who’d legitimately wanted to do him harm. Why was going into a crafted haunted house so difficult?

Tamaki gulped, not wanting to stand there forever looking like a scared baby. All he needed to do was find your cat ears. That shouldn’t be too bad. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t even have to see anyone in the process. All it was was decorations. Not people, not even animals, just plastic.

He let out a breath and opened the door, striding in as quickly as he could. The temperature drop surprised him again, but this time he knew where he was going. At least, until he got to the part where he’d shut his eyes. Even so, the path was easy enough to follow, especially since he kept his eyes on the floor to scan for your headband.

Someone definitely poked him and he shuddered, but it was easy enough to press on. He figured he had to be getting to the end by now. Another person jumped out and grabbed at him, causing him to jump and briskly keep going. He didn’t like when it was a person.

Tamaki entered the room with the strobe light. He heard shuffling emerging from a cluster of shadows to his left. An all-too-familiar zombie approached him, his arms stiffened out in front of him. He had been groaning when he stepped out, but once he caught sight of Amajiki, he seemed to falter.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, his voice sounding oddly mundane coming from his “rotting” face. “Your friend dropped this last time when you ran away. I didn’t want anyone to step on it.” He held out your headband, though it was difficult to see in the low light.

“Th-thanks,” Tamaki mumbled, taking it.

“Sure. I’m not supposed to be out of character, so you should probably get going. Unless you want me to go back to being a scary zombie?” He wiggled his painted fingers in Amajiki's face.

“No,” your boyfriend said, perhaps too quickly, his voice too high.

The zombie chuckled. “Alright. Might have been awkward of me anyway. Thanks for coming, happy Halloween!”

“You too.” Tamaki bobbed his head and jogged to the exit. ‘You too’ was the right thing to say in that situation, right? He ran the staff’s words back in his mind. It was probably fine, but he was certain he thought Tamaki was totally lame. He wanted to go home.

The sun had almost fully set as he stepped outside. Still, his eyes felt drawn to you in the lower light. He went up to you and held out your misplaced item, wondering if the slight tremor in his hand was noticeable.

“Tamaki!” you greeted him joyfully. You gasped. “You found them!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously as he gave them to you.

“I can’t believe you went back in there!” you went on. “I shouldn’t have made you go in in the first place.”

“It’s fine.” Tamaki shrugged. “I handled it.”

You smiled. “You did.”

“But I would like to go home now,” he admitted. “I’m getting pretty tired from being around so many people.”

“Same here,” you agreed, putting your headband back in place. “Let’s go.”

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impossible.

characters┊asahi azumane, lev haiba.

synopsis ┊ chance brings you into the life of an upcoming designer. your best friend doesn't seem to like the idea of you chasing him, but to you, this guy is irresistible. maybe it's destiny after all — but you should be careful how you play with destiny.

word count┊12.3k.

warnings/content┊strong doses of both angst and fluff. body insecurity, broken friendships, fake dating, online toxicity. minor swearing (?). timeskip spoilers (?). possible ooc writing.

reader┊gender neutral pronouns, model. wears a dress, wears a suit later on.

note┊i hope you all love my excessive need for easter eggs, including a referenced ship, a cameoed character, and a strong allusion to spot on (an older asahi fic). also, an excessive need to tie loose ends that nobody is paying attention to (...). one more thing: thank you so much for 1k followers!! you guys da bomb!! ☽

Modeling was no longer as exciting as it had been, you thought to yourself, pulling your arms through the sleeves. As you lowered the hole for the neck over your head, you sighed and surveyed your reflection. The designer sure seemed to have an idea what he was doing; he clearly was ambitious with its shape but overall it had a pleasing appearance. It was lime green with dark aqua tones, slightly tighter around your middle and modest at the neck. Its waist hung at the same place as the rest, but a seam ran around it allowing the skirt to billow out slightly in gathered portions. You were never a fan of wearing dresses, since they never seemed to be tight in the right spots. They might look nice, but walking around in them with your thighs always seeming to rub together and the wrong sections of skin visible at your neckline was less than your favourite. Not that your preferences mattered; you were a model because you’d been blessed with a body that was ‘in style’ right now and you’d been told several times before not to allow your good luck to go to waste.

The green seemed to compliment your skin tone fairly well, bringing out some of the colour in your eyes and cheeks, but the shape was strange, reaching just above your shins with thick hems. It was only as you turned back to make sure you didn’t miss anything that you saw the wide deep turquoise ribbon. You tied it around your waist, and suddenly it looked right. Very right. It made you look just that much more skinny. You knew not to chase the appearance of being skinny, but it was second nature for you to suck in a little when you could. It wasn’t just you, lots of models of any gender — even those that claimed to be confident and comfortable with their body shape — did the same.

You peeked out of the changing area, seeing one model in a night-indigo shirt posing with her hands on her waist while the designer himself took notes from a few feet away, approaching once to measure the sleeves and pin something about the shoulders. Elsewhere, the other model was standing with a blue-lavender button up shirt, leisurely scrolling through his phone.

“Ah, Y/N, you’re ready,” the designer said.

His voice should not have caught you off guard. In fact, his appearance should not be doing to you what it was. You were around plenty of handsome people every day in the modeling industry, and a measly early-twenties designer with a barely kept goatee and hair in a manbun and soft, angular brown eyes was subpar in comparison to those. Or — this was what you told yourself as he reminded you his name and asked you how the green dress felt.

You cleared your throat and asked him to repeat his name — yes, you’d missed it, being distracted, and you were absolutely not asking so that you could hear him talk again. He spoke calmly. You’d only been in the same room as him for a few minutes, but you could tell that he was the kind of gentle and apologetic person that could not hurt a fly.

“Asahi Azumane,” he told you. “But please, call me Asahi. Does it fit okay? You make it look better than I expected it could, but I’m sure the hem at the end of the skirt is bothering you.”

“It’s fine.” You watched, taking a deep breath as he leaned close to you to adjust the belt. It was your job to give more feedback than that — but you found that your mind was blank.

“It’s not meant to be tied so tight,” he said. “It’s meant to be comfortable, like — a summer dress on a windy day, you know? For a hike or something. Nothing too extreme, of course. Is that better?”

You looked in the mirror, seeing the way the tightness had changed its shape — not in a bad way at all. Not only were you no longer suffocating, but you found that it did appear to be loose and comfortable visually as well. It didn’t entirely extenuate the hourglass figure for you as it had before, but you found that it highlighted your curves cleanly, especially your back. And, well, his description of the dress’s purpose seemed to fit well colour-wise and in the loose shape.

“If it’s for a hike as you said,” you advised Asahi, “then it should be shorter, don’t you think? Walking in dresses is quite uncomfortable and the length does not help that matter. Not that you would know that, of course. You’ve never worn a dress before.”

“What gives you that impression?” he replied, nodding at your earlier comment and scrawling it down. He looked up into your eyes for a second. “I found it fairly comfortable, actually. But then, you’re right, for walking it was a different sensation entirely.”

You’d been in the presence of many fashion designers over the last five years, each of which had had a large vocabulary and even larger pride. It was unlikely to meet a male that would have actually taken the time to wear something not publicly accepted — and even less likely, even if he was one of the adventurous types, for him to speak of it as if talking of the weather or a fond memory. It would have made more sense for him to talk about it like it was a big deal, make a production of it.

“That’s good, thanks,” he was saying. “Could you raise your arms for a moment please?”

You did as instructed. He measured your side from your armpit to your waist, and nodded. “Wonderful. Your body is beautifully shaped. I never knew this dress could look this lovely. Thank you for coming. You can tell the others we’re done; be careful, there are pins along the bottom of yours, although I’m sure you’re aware.”

So that had been Asahi Azumane. He didn’t seem half as intimidating as your junior model, Lev, had warned you. He seemed almost too nice and modest for the job. Where was his ego, huh? All he seemed to have done was inflate yours.

After changing back, you texted your agent and explained how it went. He’d wondered aloud to you before you three went about Asahi’s strange request — three models, but no specifications beyond that. You’d meant to ask Asahi earlier about it — only you’d been… distracted.

As you made your way out, you brought it up to him. He was folding the light blue shirt, and you tried to ignore his careful hands. “My agent wants to know why your request was so strange.” You cringed. It sounded rude. But it was too late now.

“Strange? What was strange about it?”

“You didn’t specify which models from our company you wanted, or even any measurements. Why not?”

“For fun,” he replied.

You stared at him.

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, running his hand over his head in a way that was unfairly attractive. You should not be attracted to him right now. Why were you so aware of your face heating up at the sight of his arm? It’s not like you’d never seen a man’s arm before. You’d seen much more than a man’s arm before. “I’m working for a sort of — client, I guess, who wants me to experiment as much as possible. I’ve actually made very few dresses before, so it was pure chance that I ended up with you. The dress was what I had for your measurements. But I suppose I’ll be finishing it now that I can make the final touches thanks to you.”

He made it sound as if all you’d done hadn’t just been to stand in a dress while he did all the math and made the clothing himself. And he was paying you.

“Oh, I see.” You tried your best to focus on keeping your eyes on him instead of feasting on his appearance, but your peripheral was working double time. “I was wondering why you didn’t just ask for one model for an hour to do all the outfits, but I guess your goal was to try out as many sizes as possible?”

“Yes, exactly. But next time, I will be doing that — the one model thing. I haven’t decided on a size yet, and I’ve only just started on the sketches. By the way, Y/N, um, I really appreciate how efficient the three of you were.”

“Do you value your time a lot?”

“I’d say so.”

He was attractive, and he didn’t like wasting time? “In that case, I don’t want to keep you any longer. Good luck with the rest of your project and with your ‘client’.”

“Yes, thank you again. And — Y/N…” He paused, frowning.

“Hm? What’s up, Asahi?”

He opened his mouth, studying you. “Are you in town two weeks from now?”

‘In town’? It’s not like you traveled much. Why was he asking whether you were in town? What kind of question was this? What was going on?

“I mean — sorry, that wasn’t phrased right. I meant to ask whether you were scheduled up. Because I like working with you. Oh, that must also sound wrong. Sorry, don’t feel obligated—”

“I think I’ll be able to cancel anything if you need me.” You were bold. Your eagerness to work more with him surprised even you.

He thanked you, a smile on his lips. Cruel that he had such a nice smile.

—

Two weeks passed and your agent had received no message from him. You were sure of this, since you’d asked him many times to keep you updated and to check just in case. You half-wished that you’d just asked for Asahi’s number — but models didn’t just ask for designer’s numbers. As far as you knew. Although, at this point, you were willing to be the first if it meant being around someone like him again.

It was so frustrating that what should have been a momentary attraction became a full-fledged crush on someone you didn’t know whether you’d see again. And someone you didn’t know. You had barely exchanged one conversation with him.

But you wanted to talk more. You wanted to be around him. He was so — different. It felt corny — but when, a week later than expected, he did call your agent and ask if you were still interested in helping him out, you knew that there wasn’t any point in resisting the fact that he just appealed to you.

You learned a lot about him that day. He had done as he’d said he would; all the outfits were vastly different each, ranging from suits to robes to casualwear to even a ball gown. He told you that your body type was so good for each, and that he was glad that although several of his pieces had faults, you didn’t complain. But you had no reason to complain. You pointed out how it fit in different places overall, but his pure talent and passion for making clothes was enough to shut you up so that you simply watched him work.

The most nerve wracking part was when he paused to measure you or slip pins into the fabric or adjust the way it fit. He seemed to be very careful not to touch you if it wasn’t necessary, which was of course only expected of a designer, but you wouldn’t mind if he accidentally did brush his fingers against your side or back more. He seemed to be much more nervous than you’d originally thought. This was not an issue. It made you smile internally at the way he rubbed the back of his head while he thought, or the way you could see a slight flush on his cheeks if he was adjusting your sleeves or shoulders. He was so gentle, it felt like you were being groomed to go on a set, not being fit as if you were an especially compliant mannequin.

By the last outfit, with a wintery shirt you were certain must have taken him days to make, you finally asked him about where he’d come from. He smiled and told you about how he’d always been interested in it but it was only after a recent trip around the world that he really realized the potential in the fashion industry.

“But what’s your goal?” you asked him. “What do you want to get out of this? What effect on the fashion or modeling industry do you want to have?”

He paused mid-pinning of a sleeve. “I don’t know whether I really want to have an impact on the industry as a whole. I don’t think I can.”

You blinked. “You? You could do so much, Asahi. You’re different from all the designers I’ve met before, and that’s a lot. You could change so much. So many things need your touch.”

He smiled, not meeting your eyes. “I appreciate that, I really do. I just think that although it’s nice to think about, I don’t think many would be so happy about my style as you and a select few others are.”

“You mean they’re not ready for you.”

He chuckled. “I just mean that it’s … probably a waste of time to think I can make a big difference. I’m happy staying in the corner of it, being someone that a few people remember, making a few clothing items I enjoy.”

It felt like such a shame. Because he was so important; you were sure of this, despite having known him for a short time. Why didn’t he realize his own potential? “Are you really happy with this?”

Asahi met your eyes, choosing not to answer your question directly. “Are you happy with this, Y/N? Are you really happy with your looks being your resume? Isn’t it exhausting?”

You licked your lips, thinking it over. He made a fair point. You were used to being told that you were putting your looks to good use — or the opposite. It was never sympathy. It was always approval or disapproval. And, yes. It did get exhausting.

“We’re a pair, aren’t we?” you said. “But, Asahi, you do make it less exhausting. You have a way of making it feel like a pleasure rather than a job. You’re very professional, but you aren’t nasty for no reason. You’d be surprised how many people lack this. You’re just — you’re very humble, Asahi. Although I’m realizing now that maybe you’re just unaware of your own incredible ability.”

“In much the same way,” he told you, “I think you’re unaware of your beautiful appearance. I haven’t even seen you modeling for real. But you act so surprised when I compliment you. Which I don’t just do, you know. I’m not very good at complimenting people. Please, let me know if I make you uncomfortable, I—”

“You don’t. And it just feels genuine, you know? It doesn’t sound like a ploy to get me to keep working at one place or another, or to get me to do my job better. I like it. I like you.”

Oh, why’d that have to come out like that? But, well, there was no point in hiding the fact that you were just being honest.

Asahi stood in front of you, dropping your sleeve so that he could look you in the eye. “I wanted to ask, um… are you interested in modeling these for my client? I did make them for your size, and since you make them look better than they look on mannequins, maybe you could — but only if you want to, please don’t feel pressured to—”

“I’d love to.” And for the first time in your life for a modeling job, you meant it.

—

The Haiba siblings were two of the prettiest — and stupidest — people you’d ever met.

“You’re modeling for Azumane again?” Lev asked you. “Of all people, why him? He doesn’t pay as well as our company does. He’s young, too, right? Bet you have a crush on him or something, Cinderella.”

“Shut up, Lev.” You kicked his leg, ruffling his hair. “Don’t act like you didn’t follow that girl from Italy around for a month, pretending you were over Yaku.”

“I am over Yaku. I’ve moved on.”

“Oh yeah? To whom?”

“This is about you, not me, Y/N.”

“You’ve moved onto me?”

Lev’s face turned a shade of pink, likely out of frustration with you. “I will literally fry your elbow crack and make bread out of the juices.”

“Lev!” you snorted.

He was like a little brother to you — someone you could tease without feeling guilty and receive it back without guilt on his end. You couldn’t ask for a better friend. Unfortunately, being friends with Lev meant that you knew Alisa Haiba, who, along with being the sweetest person you’d ever met, was also the most beautiful. And she made you feel very bad about yourself appearance-wise, which was nobody’s fault but your own for still comparing your body to others. The two of you looked very different and you knew you had your own charms, but — there was still something she had that you couldn’t help but envy.

However, similar to Lev, she was a bit of a dork upstairs. After getting to know her, you became more grateful for her sake that she had an agent. She was capable — to a degree — but there were times where you wondered if she was really just a pretty face with air behind it.

Today, she asked you something that had you questioning your own sanity, however.

“If Asahi asks you to start modeling full time for him, would you say yes? Is that much different than Lev and the Italian girl?”

You paused to reflect on how she knew you would say yes. Darn Alisa and her romantic assumptions. “I wouldn’t,” you lied. “This is a much better job. Like Lev said, it pays better.”

“But for love?”

“That’s insane. I don’t love Asahi. I barely know him. I’ve only spent a few hours with him.”

“That’s all it takes…” she sighed, looking across the set at the director.

Airheaded, romantic assumptions. That’s all it was. Besides, Asahi would never ask you to be his full time model and help him design. You were useless in design. Well — you were useless helping him with design because you would be far too distracted to offer any actual advice. You shouldn’t waste your time daydreaming of this idea of spending every working day with Asahi, letting him and his gentle hands be near you, his calm voice talking about something he was passionate about, his brown eyes, his smile—

It was undoubtedly a crush. You hadn’t felt this way since Kuroo Tetsuro in high school some ten years ago.

But as ridiculous as you’d thought the idea was, it wasn’t as unlikely as you’d thought.

The small show seemed to hold a lot more pressure than you’d expected. You went back to help Asahi a few more times with more of the outfits, to work out final errors. Some of them he had to drop, which seemed to be hard for him to do and hard for you to watch since you both knew how much time and thought he’d put into each of them. But by the end of the week, they were all ready, and you were excited and very nervous to present them to his client.

The client, Asahi’d told you, was a picky designer and company owner that had seen one of his designs in an ‘upcoming fashion’ magazine. If you hadn’t heard it from him yourself, you mightn’t have believed that such a thing still happened — you always heard from your workplace people complaining that they still had to even bother doing photoshoots for magazines since the audience was decreasing every day. He’d managed to A, get his work into a fashion magazine, and B, have someone with a lot of authority see it and be impressed enough to get in contact with him and challenge him in order to test his skills?

Asahi Azumane really was something else.

Minus a slight panicky moment beforehand that the two of you both experienced, sharing looks of despair in both your eyes. You were already in the first outfit, and something’d gone wrong that he’d fixed at the last minute. He’d told you to think of the scariest moment in your life to distract yourself so that this didn’t seem so bad, but you were having trouble focusing on anything at all because he’d placed a hand on your shoulder and his hand was on your shoulder and it was very nice to have his hand on your shoulder. You both knew how important this was. For him, to possibly be picked up. And for you, to have Asahi want to keep you around.

Asahi and the client sat in a small dance studio at the back, facing the doors. Asahi’d picked the venue, saying it would save the most money. You asked him why he shouldn’t try to impress the client with a nicer place, and he said that anything would be better than his office and besides, the point was for the client to see his work and if it wasn’t good then the location didn’t matter anyways. You walked across the smooth wooden floor a few feet in front of their table in the first outfit, taking note of the mirrors all around you. It always helped you to be able to see yourself — you’d mentioned this to Asahi before. Had he thought of you while finding the small venue? No, but he just wanted you to do your best to heighten his chances, of course. You could feel your heart speeding despite this being something you were very practiced at, but after a look of gratitude in your direction from Asahi after a muttered comment from the client, you knew that no matter what happened, you just had to do your job and hope for the best.

By the end, you were quite tired, and as you stepped back into the room from the other door, Asahi waved you over. The client was still writing, like an adjudicator in a talent show. You sat in the chair next to Asahi, and noticed his wide eyes as he stared at the table. You hesitated, and then gently put one hand over his, nodding encouragingly. He returned a nervous smile and took a deep breath.

The client cleared his throat, and you quickly let go.

“Well, Asahi and Y/N. The two of you make a very good pair.”

The two of you blinked at him. “We make a—?” Asahi started, frowning.

“I would like to see more of your work, Asahi, with this model. You’ve created a range of beautiful clothing and having Y/N here is bringing it to life, and must have done the same for you as you worked on it.”

“But Y/N isn't my full time employee, they're from a different company altogether,” Asahi told the client, glancing at you.

“Then the decision doesn’t lie with either of us,” he replied.

Their eyes were on you.

“Are you interested in this opportunity?” the designer asked you, running his hand through his hair again. Ah, the move you couldn’t resist. Did he have any idea what it did to you? “I get it if you’re not, you have a good job at—”

“I’ll do it,” you interrupted him. “If you want me.”

“Of course I do. I — I agree, actually, that you make it come alive for me. I want you, if you’re willing..”

You pursed your lips, trying not to think too hard about how it felt to have Asahi Azumane say ‘I want you.’ “There’s nothing I’d rather do.”

—

Two years, six hundred shirts, fourteen shawls, eleven dresses, twenty-four increasing paychecks, one rejected confession from Lev Haiba, and hundreds of held-back feelings later, Asahi had gotten approved for the creation of his own brand, Gloriya. He told you it had been a team effort of the two of you and everyone else behind him, but you reminded him that his name was on everything for a reason.

Asahi had made modeling enjoyable. He’d given you something to look forward to every day. He made you learn how to love your body the way it was, and he’d unconsciously taught you about humility and non-destructive passion. He made you feel confident, let you know that you did a good job at what you enjoyed. What started as a crush developed fully into what you knew could be nothing but l0ve, and yet you felt like you were in a bad situation. He was your boss, essentially. He told you you were partners, but you were sure he just said that because he didn’t like attention. Understandable. That was why you were the model, after all.

There would be a launch party for the brand. It was being put on by the company, not him, of course. But he wanted to design something for you to show off at the event; it seemed like the only way he could get himself to look forward to it. Three week notice — it would be enough time, easily. He worked very fast. But you also learned that Asahi liked to make use of all hours of the day, including three AM. You wouldn’t have figured this out had you not texted him at that time on a whim to ask if he was awake.

That was actually a special night, more than you wanted to allow yourself to admit. He was the same as ever at the young hours, smooth hair loosely tied back, top buttons of his shirt unfairly unbuttoned. A look in his eye — you couldn’t tell whether it was inspiration or exhaustion when you stepped through his loft’s front door. Living near him meant more frequent visits, so the fabric and design plans sprawled across his sitting room did not catch you off guard. You felt more at home here than you did in your cold, empty apartment.

The two of you wordlessly headed to his balcony, and he sent you a half-smile as he leaned his elbows on the railing. The view of the lit up city was beautiful, of course, but when your eyes wandered into his, you preferred his beauty to anything else the world could offer.

“I was thinking,” you began, and then trailed off. How dare he be so attractive in moonlight? His eyes glittered a little with the dim light from inside. It was chilly, and you wished you’d remembered to wear a sweater like he had.

“Thinking, hm? I have to say, it sounds like a fairly vague reason to visit me at three in the morning.”

You laughed quietly, turning back to the view. “No, I… I was thinking about how… you remember that day we first met two or three years ago? And how you said it was completely due to chance?”

He hummed in acknowledgement. “I remember.”

“I guess there are a lot of things that happen by chance,” you said, “but it’s still incredible how that one moment led me here. Remember that green dress? I don’t know why, but I was thinking about it, and how green dresses in the Victorian era were literally poisonous because of the dye having … have you heard of that?”

“Didn’t it have arsenic in it or something?”

You smiled to yourself. The fact that he had heard of this — “Yeah, and I was just thinking… What if you did that, but with some hypnotic substance? To make me want to work with you or something.”

“I didn’t do anything like that.”

“I know,” you said and punched his shoulder, laughing. “Don’t react like that, it sounds more suspicious than it has to.”

He smiled. “It’s an interesting coincidence, though, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

He took a deep breath, tilting his head up to look into the dark, hazy sky. His side profile was nothing short of gorgeous. You’d seen it hundreds of times, but it was as true as ever, especially with the faint light highlighting the shape of his nose and lips. When he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and his voice was soft and relaxed. “Are you happy, Y/N?”

You paused. Were you happy?

There were a lot of things you regretted. The poor handling of your Lev’s confession to you, causing you to lose two of your best friends. Going down a career path that only began to make you happy six years in, after five years of pain. Your inability to be honest with Asahi about your feelings towards him, despite assurance from several businesspeople of the company that if the two of you got into a relationship it would do a lot for marketing and add to the brand’s image, a unique opportunity in the professional world.

Despite all this, the question had been whether you were happy. There were a lot of things you weren’t sure about, but there was one that you were. Being with Asahi Azumane made you feel comfortable and very, very happy.

“Yes,” you replied. “At this moment, I couldn’t ask for more.”

The second part had been a lie. You could and would ask for more in only a few minutes. However, at this moment you were content. Seeing and being with the handsome and humble designer made you sure that at least at this moment, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You shivered, and as if responding to an instant impulse, Asahi took his sweater off and hung it over your shoulders. It was cruel, the way his hand lingered on your back for a fraction of a second — as if he wanted to leave it there, but was too shy. And you wanted him to leave it there, but you were also too shy.

The sweater was warm. Asahi had been dangerous the way he had looked taking it off and more dangerous the way he looked in just an evening shirt with the top two buttons loose. He looked the sort of way you couldn't allow yourself to stare at because you didn't know what your imagination would do.

You suggested that you go inside so that he didn’t get cold, but he of course waved it off, prompting you to have to walk straight inside so that he'd follow.

You liked the smell of his apartment, and although being in the night was stimulating, it was more comforting to be in here where it was warm. He took the opportunity to ask you whether you wanted tea — as if it wasn't 3:30am.

“Asahi,” you said a few minutes later. “You want your brand to do well and all that, right?”

“Yeah?”

“How far are you willing to go so that it does?”

He paused. “As far as it's genuine.”

This should not have taken you off guard the way it had; you knew Asahi, you knew how pure even his business intentions were. But it made you less sure about your idea. “I was just going to suggest,” you said, sipping tea. You took the time to swallow before you continued. “What if the two of us became a couple like we were advised to?”

Asahi froze and raised an eyebrow. “You think that would help?”

You cleared your throat. This would obviously take some convincing. “You've mentioned before that you want the brand to be about bringing people together. People already know we've been partners for years, and people have begun to speculate whether we're in a relationship. And, you know, I don't think it would be pointless to at least make use of the concept, without of course involving emotions in it because that would be messy.”

“Oh, I see. So, you want to ‘fake date’, is that what it is?”

“No pressure to accept the idea. I'm sorry, it must sound crazy. I care about your brand, and I know how much you have invested in it. I'm willing to do anything you need to help it succeed, you know that.”

“I don't want to take advantage of you in any way,” he said, sounding sure.

“Remember, it was my idea,” you replied, even more adamantly.

He sighed, looking down at his tea. “I’m not sure about this. You’re right, it would probably help the image, but I’m worried about gossip. I’ve got a suspicious face.”

“A suspicious face? What on earth do you mean?”

He pressed his lips together. “Well, in high school there were a lot of rumours spread about me. I didn’t look like a student, y’know? I, even then, had the facial hair, the man bun, and I wasn’t exactly a small kid.”

“Nothing wrong with any of that. I’m sure you were just as handsome.”

He stared at you with a small smile. “Okay, let me see if Suga has any pictures I can show you.”

‘Suga’ was one of Asahi’s friends from high school. You’d met him before a few times. He was an unassuming elementary school teacher with feathery light hair and soft eyes similar to Asahi’s, but sharper. He had a way of talking that made you feel comfortable and understood, and had a frequently resurfacing smile. He had also flirted with you the first time you’d met, but had stopped by the second time.

“You love him, don’t you?” he asked you within the first moment the two of you had been left alone that day.

You gazed at Suga, unable to answer.

“Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”

“What secret?” you said, feigning laughter. “I don’t have any secrets. You’re reading too far into it. He and I are partners, and that’s it.”

“Sure you have a secret. Only for him. It’s evident for everyone else, but poor Asahi’ll probably never think of it. Remember, you have to tell him yourself.”

“I have no intention of telling him anything.”

“You say that now. But what are you going to do in a few years, when you’re still hopelessly in love with him and he has no clue and every day gets harder to keep it in, but now you feel like you’ll ruin everything by speaking up? What about then? Won’t you wish you hadn’t wasted so much time? Asahi’s not very open about his emotions, but it’s not unlikely that he loves you too. It wouldn’t hurt to try. He’ll blame himself no matter what, but he’ll never hold a grudge against you.”

How incredibly ironic that you were thinking about that now, a few years later, while suggesting a way that the two of you could be publicly close. Was it really because you wanted what was best for his brand, or was it because you wanted an excuse to be near him?

“Here’s me in high school,” Asahi said with a chuckle, showing you a picture on his phone. He looked so young — obviously he would, but it still made you hide a smile by pursing your lips at his larger eyes and nervous expression.

“You’re so cute,” you giggled. “Same hair and everything.”

“It was a bit shorter,” he informed you as if it was a vital distinction, taking back his phone.

“Why don’t you ever have your hair down?”

He shrugged. “Guess it gets in the way.”

You set down your mug. It was almost four in the morning, you told yourself as an excuse, walking behind him and gently taking out his hair. You ran your hands through it, making a comment about how smooth it was. It reached a little further than his shoulders, and it was clean and untangled. He turned his head to look at you and you froze up, because with his hair down, his face was framed incredibly well, and he had the appearance of nothing less than an angel. You withdrew the hand you’d accidentally left resting on his shoulder.

“So that’s why,” you muttered.

“I know, it must look strange after being used to seeing me with it up.”

“No, Asahi, seriously, why aren’t you a model? I’m surprised you haven’t been street cast.”

“You know better than anyone that modeling isn’t just about looks.”

“That’s true. But it’s easy to pick up on the rest.” You didn’t exactly know what you were trying to convince him of. You were finally starting to feel dozy — and it was coming fast. You put your chin in your hands, trying not to fall asleep on his table.

“I’m doing everything I enjoy right now.”

“Right now right now?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

You hummed and your eyes fell shut, but you continued to talk as if you weren’t drifting off at that moment. “So, are we gonna do the thing?”

“You mean—”

“Yeah. Might as well give it a try, right?”

“We can decide later and make it public at the launch party.”

You sighed, your mind blurring. “Yeah.”

“You should go home, Y/N. You look tired.”

“Can I sleep here?”

He hesitated. “No, you shouldn’t. Here, I’ll walk you back.”

Maybe it’d been the warmth from the tea, or the fact that it was four in the morning, or just the fact that being in Asahi’s place with him calmed you down better than anything, but you were nearly out of it by the time he half-walked, half-carried you back to your apartment. You were too tired to worry about whether you were coming across as too touchy. In fact, you had one arm slung behind around his waist and a head resting on his shoulder as you walked towards your room.

You wouldn’t remember most of this. Or — well, you’d try not to. Because you didn’t want to live with the embarrassment and fear in the knowledge of your behaviour when the two of you were just partners and nothing more.

Surely everything would be easier if you publicly became a couple. Then, you’d have an excuse, but you wouldn’t have to involve feelings into it. It would be simple.

The event was large, sparkly, fancy — the kind of thing that you were accustomed to but would never feel at home in. It all felt very starched, and everyone wore practically the same outfits so there was rarely anything fashionably stimulating for you to focus on. Half the people at these kinds of company parties would wear the exact same thing at each one, and the others would spend their hard-earned money on outfits that differentiated only slightly in length or shade. And the decorations — nothing like the photoshoots you preferred. Perhaps a few candles and a red carpet, but as a whole it was very dull and overly formal for a hundred people who worked in an office who needed a day off.

In other words, it really wasn’t your style.

But the suit that Asahi had made was something else entirely. It was a tuxedo, similar to the design of many of the basic ones in the party, but with an intricate embroidery on the left pocket over your heart, and a deliciously long tail and sleeves that put you right into a Jane Austen novel. It still felt modern, of course, but — as you told him as you tried it on a few days before — it was “clean, humble, and warm. Like you.”

During the event, much of which you had to spend with stiff gratitude for congratulations through a camera smile, you tried not to think of the subtle occurrences beforehand you’d had with Asahi. It’d been nothing more than pausing while he straightened your bowtie, a shared look of anticipation and dread and something else, something that you could not name but you knew it was in both of your eyes at that moment.

And then the two of you decided that it would be now or never; reporters would be here to spread and market the brand, and they’d see this and incorporate it into their stories. It would set the brand apart, marking unity and teamwork and professionalism. It wouldn’t be difficult for you to act like you were in a relationship with him because you were attracted enough to him that nothing would feel too far for you, probably.

You hadn’t known what you were getting yourself into, evidently.

You told Asahi to wait twenty seconds and think about this. It was a technique you sometimes used before shoots to calm yourself down so that you could force a smile. You told him to look you right in the eyes for twenty seconds, and count in his head as you did the same. About ten seconds in, his trademark blush had surfaced, but by the end you were both feeling a little calmer.

Asahi was fine in meetings, by now, but in a hall filled with people in fancy clothes, standing in front of a microphone, he wasn’t doing as well. You could see his hands shaking, and you had an up-close view of his quietly frantic eyes as he struggled to recall his speech — which was now filled with repeated words and unfortunate pauses. At one point, he took your hand, and it seemed to calm him down a bit, which you tried not to read too far into because you guessed it was partly for your ‘relationship’ ploy.

“Again, thank you all for your hard work and encouragement in the development of Gloriya, for helping us get on our feet. I started out on my own, but after the joining of Y/N, and soon getting hired at this company, I realized my dreams had potential to become reality. And I could not have gotten here without Y/N and their constant support. They’ve always gone above and beyond, and… I’m…” He trailed off, looking you in the eyes. Here it came. “... I’m so happy to be able to call them my… significant other.”

Faint chatter spread throughout the crowd, and he put an arm around your shoulders. You had been expecting yourself to be able to handle this. But it felt too real. You stared at him, trying to wear a natural expression. It was fine. It was fake.

Why did it have to be fake?

What difference would it make if it wasn’t fake? Because no matter what, your emotions would be involved, you realized.

Of course, you were thinking of all this one second too late. It was public now. You wished for the opposite. You didn’t know how you were going to keep up, you thought, holding a smile towards the audience.

It was cruel how calm he looked, even though you knew he was nervous about being in front of such a crowd. It wasn’t fair that he wasn’t having an unexpected emotional crisis like you were.

How dare he be everything you wanted?

—

You slept poorly; maybe a few too many unsatisfactory drinks, not enough interaction with Asahi after his speech. The two of you never got a chance to talk during or afterwards, so you’d call him this morning. You’d thought the night before had been “eventful”, but when you woke up to several messages from different coworkers asking whether you were okay, you realized that maybe your own emotions were not the only thing at risk.

Headlines were not “Gloriya Reflects Its Motto; Founder’s Relationship With Partner: the Scoop” or “Launch Of New Clothing Brand Has Both Customers and Investors Eager” or anything of the like. Instead—

“Asahi Azumane, Founder of Gloriya, is Suspected of Forcing Y/N, His Partner, Into a Relationship for Marketing Purposes” “Asahi and Y/N’s Relationship Not As Innocent As It Appears” “Visible Fear on Y/N’s Face: Why Investors Are Pulling From Gloriya” etc.

Oh, this was not good.

This was very bad.

You called Asahi — with no answer. Was he okay? What was going on?

How could this have happened? “Visible Fear” on your face? You hadn’t — you hadn’t looked that way, had you? You opened the article to see a photo of the two of you.

Your expression, eyebrows gathered — eyes fixed widely on Asahi whose arm was around your waist, mouth clearly in a fake smile — was very misleading. And you knew this was your fault.

You called Asahi again, leaving a message. “Hey, Asahi. I saw what happened. It’s completely because of my idea, I’ll take the blame and do everything I can to fix this. I’m coming over right now. See you.”

You hoped he wasn’t too mad at you. You didn’t have time for that right now. If he was upset with you, you’d have to deal with it after you fixed this. You cared about Gloriya as much as he did and you cared about all the time he’d spent working on it. You were not about to let your emotions and poor advice ruin it all for him.

You spent the walk to his loft reading more articles; indifferent ones and questioning ones and ones that took things way too far. Every word of them put you a little more on edge. By the time you reached him, you were absolutely livid, and when he opened his door, you, steam pouring from your ears and mouth in a line as straight as a board, with cold fire and focused indignance in your eyes, you declared with what had meant to sound firm but was clearly more unsettled, “You did nothing wrong.”

Asahi looked at you with a tired expression.

“Hey, did you sleep?” you asked.

He inhaled, continuing to study you with his soft — and sad — brown eyes. He said nothing.

“How many investors pulled?” you asked, stepping inside and taking out your clipboard. You hadn't been hired initially to be his assistant, but it slowly became something you naturally took on for him.

He sighed, following you. “Enough that we'll lose them all soon. There's no way we'll have buyers now.”

“Don't give up. We can figure this out. It'll be alright.”

A pause. “What can we do, Y/N? This is my fault. I made a bad decision.”

“It's not because of your decision. It's due to my actions and—” You cut yourself off from saying ‘feelings,’ not wanting to involve that in anything from now on. Why couldn't you just move on? You should have accepted Lev, just to get your mind off of Asahi. “Listen, Asahi. I have an idea, but it might be really bad. And it might ruin things for you more.”

“Do you think it’ll work?”

“Yeah, I think it’s worth a try if I can do it right.”

“Everything I’ve done so far has been futile. I trust you, Y/N, but it’s not your fault if it doesn’t work after all this. I’ve… already been working on my backup plan.”

“Your backup plan?”

“Working in retail.”

“No. No. You can’t work in retail, Asahi. You’ve come too far. Okay, it looks like I have no choice.”

“What’s your idea?”

You glanced at him, and then shook your head. “I can’t do it here. You’ll find out later, hopefully.” Boy, this was going to put you in a hard position. You were already picturing the press’s reaction — and his. You began to walk toward his door, but he put his hand on your shoulder before you could step out.

“Are you sure about whatever it is that you’re doing? It won’t put you at risk, will it?”

“Nope, not at all,” you replied, and left.

—

You’d been debating how honest it needed to be, wondering how much information to share, whether to keep it brief or not. It would be a delicate matter, and your feelings were already involved more than they should be. At this point, would it be wiser to keep it artificial, or go genuine?

You thought about Gloriya’s memo. ‘Authentic clothes, authentic living.’ The idea behind the brand was to create clothes that were comfortable for wearing, pleasant for appearance, and healthy for the earth. Asahi was big on not leaving a footprint bigger than necessary. He didn’t seem big on being remembered at all, leaving evidence of his existence. He seemed so careful about who he talked to. He was obviously nervous about first impressions, and —

You couldn’t just fake it. It would be harmful to him as well. Asahi was sensitive, though he didn’t talk about it. He valued you and your opinion, and it wasn’t fair lying to him no matter what the lie was about. He knew you were a bad liar. And the media, well, they’d probably form a theory about it, though they didn’t know you as well as he did.

So you picked up your phone and made a post more real than anything you’d said for years. Realer than your alleged ‘love’ for modeling. Realer than the way you’d rejected Lev Haiba. Realer than the clothes you and Asahi had been making.

“This post is not something I have been forced into. I am sharing this upon my own free will, because I don’t want this brand to get lost in gossip when Gloriya is all about authenticity.

“Asahi Azumane is not taking advantage of me in order to gain popularity for the brand. I’m the one who asked him to date me a few weeks ago because of my feelings for him; it was selfish of me, because I didn’t think about how it might be perceived. But I am wholeheartedly in love with him. I always have been. He’s a thoughtful, caring, humble man. One that I hardly feel like I deserve. But I am so grateful for the opportunity to call him mine.

“That picture of my expression that’s circulating has nothing to do with our relationship status, although it did have to do with what he was talking about. He mentioned ‘significant other,’ which was an unprecedented teaser for a part of the brand we haven’t revealed yet. It’s still in development, so I thought it was too early to talk about. Maybe he didn’t mean to reference it, but it caught me off guard. That’s all it was, a slight mix-up in the moment.

“I promise I’m okay. Thank you for worrying, but the internet seems to feed off of misinterpretations. He and I are very happy together right now, and we had decided beforehand to reveal our relationship at the event because it was the most convenient. I hope you can learn to trust Asahi again, as I have done without regrets for years.”

After a quick read-over, you took a deep breath and pressed the post button. Your hands were shaking, and you set your phone down and clenched and unclenched your fists.

Well, if this didn’t work, then you might also have to work in retail.

You took another deep breath, blankly looking at your feed. You would have to wait, of course, to see the results of your redemption attempt; your profile had a fairly high following, since you were a model and your professional involvement with Asahi had been known for a while now. It would only take a few minutes for your notifications to be flooded — and a few hours for things to (hopefully) turn around.

Something in the feed caught your eye. You picked up your phone, trying to understand why Lev’s face was in a video under a post about yours and Asahi’s relationship. “Y/N’s Ex Shares the Truth,” it read.

You tapped on the video, tuning into the horror that was Lev’s voice. “I’m really worried about Y/N,” he was saying. “I’ve always cared a lot for them, you know, and seeing them slowly grow unhappy as he came into their life was hard. I’d always thought the two of us were always meant to be, so when they left me to chase him, I knew it was bad news. There’s no doubt that he’s using money to string them along. It’s so sad—”

You shut off your phone, your jaw clenched. Oh, no, he didn’t.

This was worse than his horribly entitled way of ending your friendship. Lev Haiba was making things up — for what? Money? Pity? Was he trying to show you he’d been right all along? He didn’t know a word of the truth but here he had ten minutes of pure nonsense, posted for all to see, about you.

You had thought you could have forgiven and forgotten. Or at least moved on. That had been what you were trying to do. But now, it was hardly an option, and before you knew it, your shoes were on and you were storming down the street. You knew exactly where he lived, and it was a forty minute walk from here; or a half-hour run, one that you easily spent thinking about exactly what you’d say to Lev. The sky was grey. It looked like it might rain, but the streets were dry and gloomy, unwilling to give you the spur of energy you craved.

He opened the door to you with a blank face. “Why are you here? Is everything okay?”

You gave him a false smile. “Hm, Lev. Think about it for a sec. Why could I possibly want to see you?”

“Are you here to apologize?” His green eyes settled coldly on yours.

“HA!” you guffawed, shoving your phone in his face. “Me? How about you tell me instead why it says you’re my ex in front of millions of people?”

He took your phone from you, squinting at it. “Ex-friend.”

“Nobody’s going to think that’s what it means.”

“Well?” he was raising his voice, eyebrows gathered in frustration. “I don’t have control over it. They prompted me to say most of what I said. I didn’t mean to hurt you, Y/N, I’m just doing everything in my power to look out for you, and—”

“To look out for me?”

“And it’s not like I had many other options! You don’t answer my calls, and—”

“You don’t call me.”

“I have called you.”

“Yeah, what, twice? When you were drunk? Of course I’m not gonna keep answering them if all you’re doing is—”

“You never gave me a chance, Y/N! I—”

“You haven’t changed. You’re just as obsessive as you were a year ago.”

“And you? You’re the same. I was just reading that post about that designer, it’s pure b—”

“I didn’t lie once, like you did.”

“I lied about nothing.”

“You don’t know the full story. I love him. I—” You went quiet, not having intended to say that.

“You love the idea of him. And you deserve someone who will love you back wholeheartedly. Stop chasing him, Y/N. No matter how he feels for you, he’ll never give you enough. I’ve always been here for you. I’ve always told you that he’d just take advantage of everything you were willing to give. Here he is, t—”

“You don’t get to say that.”

“Your post is just revealing how confused you are. I care about you, Y/N. You look so sad, you know. Remember how happy we used to be? You teasing me all the time, I was sure that you were flirting. It should have been us, Y/N.” He trailed off,

Your mouth fell open, a sinking feeling in your chest. So this was what Lev had become. After years together, being best friends and trusting him and feeling comfortable, but now he was so desperate to pull you back into your own life that he was more desperate than you.

“I’m not sad, Lev. I’m tired. I spent all morning trying to fix the problem that you contributed to.”

Your phone began to vibrate in Lev’s hand, and he looked at it. This would have been a perfect opportunity for him to make one final cutting comment, because the designer in question was calling. But instead, Lev took a deep breath and wordlessly handed you your phone. He didn’t look away from you as you answered it.

“Asahi?”

“Hey, where are you?” his voice said.

You blinked at Lev, who was pursing his lips. “I’m…”

“I came to your apartment but you didn’t come to the door. Is everything okay? I read your post, and a lot of other people did too, because—”

“Please don’t worry about anything in the post. I did what I had to do.”

A pause. “Right. Of course.”

“Are people responding well? I haven’t had a chance to look, because somebody was holding onto my phone for five minutes.” You glared at the light-haired menace. He seemed to now appear less angry and more guilty, but he didn’t say anything.

“Yeah, Y/N. I’ve already received two calls of direct apologies to me. I don’t know what this is going to look like after it all unravels, but I have to say, you made a very good call. Thank you.”

“Of course. We’re partners, Asahi.”

“I’m grateful for everything you’ve done. I don’t know how you managed to come up with that post so fast, though.”

You considered this. It had only taken you about two minutes. “It wasn’t all lies. Except for the last part, obviously. We’ll have to work on the supposed ‘Significant Other’ thing. But with your skills, we can do anything.”

“And with your help.”

“Of course.” You smiled widely; Lev was watching you curiously.

“Can we meet? That idea actually sparked something for me, unless you already had something in mind.”

“No problem. I’ll be at your place in a bit. I am slightly stranded, but it should be under an hour.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can walk, don’t worry.”

“Okay. Get here safely.”

“Don’t worry. See you.”

After you hung up, Lev crossed his arms and gazed at you. “You two…”

“I don’t want to hear any more of your opinions, Lev. I’m done here—”

“No, no, I was going to say— you two work really well together.”

This caught you off guard and you hesitated, tilting your head at him. “I thought you said that he was taking advantage of me and that he’d never give as much as I would.”

Lev ran a hand through his hair, focusing on the wall behind you. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you need a ride?”

“I just declined one from Asahi. What makes you think I would accept you?”

“I wanted to talk to you more. And it’s raining, you can’t walk in this.”

You glanced out the window in another room, noticing the raindrops on the glass and the action outside. Now it would rain, of course. You looked back at Lev.

He was just as much Lev as he ever was.

He’d made so many mistakes. He’d hurt you in so many ways. But he was still Lev, your Lev. Your best friend. You’d missed him more than you’d ever admit, and to see him with a genuinely apologetic expression and nerves once again was tugging at your memories.

“Okay,” you said. “Fine.”

By the time the two of you were in his car, it was absolutely pouring. He had the windshield wipers on full blast, and was squinting to see. His car was the same as it had ever been; you tried to block the flood of memories, but it was in vain. The two of you blasting music with the bass pumped. Him driving you home after shoots that ran late. Sitting in the backseat with Alisa and teasing him about this and that. Alisa. You were barely keeping in touch with her. You wondered whether she’d ever made a move on your old director — well, she’d probably found someone else to fawn over if she hadn’t. You missed her too. You missed the Haiba siblings.

“You need glasses,” you pointed out to him.

“Yeah,” he responded awkwardly. “I accidentally left them at my girlfriend’s this morning.”

“Your girlfriend? So you did move on from me.”

“I never said I hadn’t. In fact, my feelings for you started to fade as soon as you were gone.”

“What about the drunken phone calls?”

Lev made a turn, his fingers gliding on the steering wheel. “Habit. Sentimentality. Probably my feelings of missing you blew up into something they weren't.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“It doesn’t make it okay, though,” he said firmly. “I shouldn’t have behaved that way toward you.”

You studied his side profile. “Why the sudden change in attitude?”

“The last thing I want is to be on bad terms with you,” he said.

“Is that why you were yelling at me earlier and—”

“No. I just said anything that came to mind.”

“You do that a lot,” you said.

“Well? So do you,” he said.

“That is true,” you admitted, sighing. Lev glanced at you, and you could tell within a moment that he had a lot he wanted to say.

“I’m happy for you two,” he finally declared. “You do make a good couple. I’m not jealous, I have no reason to be. I’m happy with my own life, and I shouldn’t be telling you how to lead your own. So, I’m sorry. I honestly just wanted to help you see what your situation was, but I didn’t see it myself.”

You’d been resentful towards Lev for so long that you’d never even considered that he’d apologize to you. You had so much power now. You could hurt him so badly, give him a taste of his own medicine. He’d been the reason for so many of your emotional problems, the reason you could never be honest with Asahi. All this time, you’d unconsciously believed him, even though he knew nothing, even though he had no right to tell you who you could or couldn’t love.

He was continuing now, not leaving you time to respond. Maybe he didn’t think you were going to accept his apology anyways. “You deserve the whole world, Y/N. I’ve always thought that. You are so loveable, competent, strong, and brave. The places you came from to get where you are, I— I hope you realize how incredible you are. How lucky I was to be your friend. I’m sorry I went and screwed it all up.” His voice broke and he pursed his lips.

The rain was falling hard, and Lev was going slowly because he could barely see ahead of him. Or maybe because he didn’t want this time with you to end again.

You sniffed. You weren’t going to cry. It was probably from running in the chilly weather. Definitely. “I forgive you for everything. And I’m sorry for being… impossible.”

“I can’t forgive you for being impossible,” he said. “You will always be impossible.”

You smiled. “That I will.” Your eyes drifted out the window. “By the way, he and I were never…” You cleared your throat. “We’re not dating.”

“You aren’t?”

“Never were. It was a ploy for Gloriya’s image.”

“Wait, but are you okay—”

“Yes. It was my idea.”

“Oh. Oh.”

“So it’s my responsibility to clean this mess up. But Asahi is blaming himself, just as Suga warned me he might.”

“Suga? Wait, you mean Sugawara Koushi?”

You paused. “Suga-what? I don’t think so? I never learned his full name.”Your eyes landed on a familiar building, looking glum in the thundering rain. “This is far enough.”

Lev pulled to the side of the road, studying you with his green eyes. His eyes had always been so friendly. You loved his eyes. You’d missed them. “Is it?” he asked vaguely.

You could feel the weight of the question.

But you had somewhere to be — someone to be with.

“Thanks for the ride.”

You opened the door, and the precipitation’s force caught you off guard as you stumbled towards the covered area outside the doors. You looked back, and though you couldn’t see well enough into his car, you could tell he was hesitating. But within a few seconds, you watched him drive off.

Oh well. Maybe he’d call you again. Sober, this time. And you could work through things. And you could be friends again, no more stupid feelings between you this time. Not letting his — or your — lack of self control destruct your entire relationship. Maybe things would go back to normal. You wondered what Lev’s girlfriend was like. You hoped with all your heart that he was really over you and happy with her. You knew that Lev didn’t get over people easily, after things with Yaku Morisuke had ended for him when he was younger. But you wanted to hope that things could be different, no matter how desperate of a dream that was.

You thought about the video of him you’d seen, the one that’d prompted you to run all the way to him to tell him off. Well, it could have been worse. But you were willing to run any distance to defend Asahi Azumane.

You started to run again, this time up the stairs to his loft. You could have taken the elevator, but you had more than enough adrenaline once again to run up eleven floors. Something in your chest was nearly bursting at the idea of seeing Asahi again, but you had no idea where it was coming from. Maybe it was rooted from the soreness growing in your side as you approached the fourth floor.

That was a lie; you were fairly sure but unwilling to admit to yourself that the source of your current anticipation was that post you’d made, that honesty you’d finally allowed yourself like a self-care routine you desperately needed. You half-expected your skin to be clearer than ever tomorrow morning. It hardly mattered how Asahi took it. You wanted to be open about it. Waiting all this time had hurt you more than you’d realized, and now — and now it felt as if the floodgates are open.

“I am so grateful for the opportunity to call him mine,” you’d said.

And — Lev had called you lovable. He’d told you that nothing he’d said was because he actually believed you and Asahi were impossible.

The only thing he’d called impossible was you.

Your foot landed on the final step to the eleventh floor, and you wrenched open the exit to the stairs. It was ironic to you how, as a model, it was your job to stand still or walk elegantly but your favourite way to release energy was to run. It rarely made for such a stylish appearance as the well-practiced strut, save the frankly becoming, wild look it gave to your eyes.

You were nothing like Asahi and you were nothing like a model should be. You were impulsive, vain, sometimes unintelligent, and deeply emotional. You’d come from many challenges, and you hated your job half the time. Except for when you were in the room with Asahi.

You knocked on his door. You had a key — somewhere — but knew it would be faster if he opened it.

When he opened it to you, you didn’t know what to say. It seemed that thinking about the gentle, thoughtful designer was much different than being before him. It was … much better.

“Hey! Are you okay? Did you really walk all the way here?”

You tried to tell him that Lev gave you a ride, but you found that you couldn’t. Instead, you continue to try to catch your breath, chest heaving, and grinned at him.

He didn’t say anything either, studying you with his signature calmness. It had always been easy to fluster him — and although it wasn’t always so visible, there was always a flush in his nose and at the tip of his ears. He was probably panicking because you were staring at him, as if you didn’t frequently stare at him. You were definitely panicking because you were staring at him. But you frequently stared at him, because you just couldn’t get over how much you loved his stupid face.

“About the post,” you said. “I meant it when I said I wasn’t making things up. I love you, y’know.”

The blush spread a little to his cheeks. “Yeah, I love you too, Y/N.”

You blinked.

“Um, so about your idea,” he said, turning and walking to his table the two of you often sat at to exchange ideas. You followed him, feeling somewhat confused. “‘Significant other.’ I love that name, and I know you came up with it accidentally, but… what about twinning but contrasting designs? I was thinking, if we—”

Had he not heard you? Or — maybe you just hadn’t said it hard enough.

“No, Asahi. I mean I love you. I love you. I am wholeheartedly in love with you.”

There was no going back now.

It felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as he turned back to you. If he was about to reject you — where would you go? Lev? You loved Lev, you were willing to admit that. But as a friend. Would he be there for you after everything? The two of you had just made up, or so it seemed. No matter what, you knew that this was going to hurt. This was going to break you. This was your moment, the one you’d put off for too long. If Asahi rejected you now—

“I — I don’t understand,” he said.

Your body flashed in hot and cold and you knew exactly what Lev must have felt like that day two years ago. How you pitied him, now.

You tore your eyes away from his and you ran again, this final time to the one place that never ceased to comfort you. Which was, unfortunately, not far. You pushed open his balcony door and stepped into the still pouring rain, letting it wash away the tears that had escaped. You shouldn’t cry. You’d placed too many expectations on him.

You placed both hands on the railing, smiling ironically at the view. The balcony made you think about the way he’d looked at you a few weeks ago. Cruel. You blinked — raindrops? — out of your eyes, taking a deep breath.

You squeezed your eyes shut, beginning to count. In twenty seconds, you’d go back inside and apologize for the mess you’d made. You’d turn it all around. You wouldn’t do what Lev did. You didn’t blame him for not feeling the same. You were partners — nothing less, nothing more. The public image said nothing about both of your inward feelings.

Thirteen. Twelve.

Eleven.

The opening and closing of a door. “Y/N.”

You didn’t turn. Your time wasn’t up yet. You didn’t have to apologize yet.

“I love you. I’m sorry, you caught me off guard. I love you more than anything. Please, look at me, Y/N.”

You turned to him. You knew your face wasn’t a lovely sight.

One.

“I’m sorry for forcing my feelings on you. I’m sorry for never telling you. I’m sorry for making a big d—”

I love you. He’d said—

You stepped towards him. Rain was splashing off of him, and you reached up and lightly cupped his cheek. He smiled at you.

“May I?” you asked, hoping he could understand what you meant.

He responded by placing his hands on your hips. His cruel hands. They’d been on your hips so many times, but never—

Never like this.

And he’d never kissed you, and definitely never like this.

Shyly. Hesitantly. But sweetly and with trust. There was no rush.

And right here, you were comfortable. Despite the rain running down the side of your face, despite your eyes still stinging a bit with tears, despite more adrenaline running through you than you had ever experienced before, despite being this new. It was perfect, safe, and wonderful. One of his hands gently held your face in place, and he only stopped kissing you when he began to smile again. You felt giddy, and you clung onto him and ended up hugging him to keep your balance.

It continued to rain.

“I love you wholeheartedly,” he told you.

“I love you.”

You could feel one of his hands lace fingers with yours, and he pulled away to look you in the eye, not letting go. “It’s cold. I’ll make tea.”

Your mouth twitched and you nodded. “So, tell me about your idea,” you prompted, following him inside.

“It’s no certainty that we’ll ever get to work on it.”

He was always such a pessimist. It made you want to punch him. And kiss him again. You weren’t too sure about the reasoning for the second part. “You’ve come from the ground up before. And this time you have me. You haven’t lost anything that really matters, no matter what happens from here.”

“You’re right,” he acceded.

“I always am.”

“I guess this means we don’t have to fake our relationship anymore?” he stated, although it was clearly an indirect question.

“Nope. Not that I was really faking much from the start. You know how bad of a liar I am.”

“Hardly. You had me ensnared.”

“When?”

He paused, the kettle beginning to whistle. “Always.”

notes (cont'd)┊thank you for being one of the 3 people who will probably ever actually read this. you are now one of my three favourite people :))) no but seriously, this fic was so much fun to write and i am absolutely whipped for both these men so it was hard to write a reader who had nothing but platonic feelings for lev. both these men fine as heck.

— also... don't be surprised if this is my last haikyuu fic. and also, do not be surprised if i continue to write hq for months. i really haven't decided, even now. but the time will come (the walrus said).

— again, thank you for reading. you are absolutely incredible. reblogs are greatly appreciated 'cause duuuude i devoted a lot of time to this 😋 ☽

[thatnamelessbutler]

(OoC: So, what's the AU thing about?)

((ooc: Okay so basically I got an idea form a song completely unrelated to the fandom and long story short, Bi n Bu are no longer able to escape from the Egg except through a very specific method, and then Karl comes back along and bippity boppity your body is now our property!

So, yeah. Body-swap AU except Karl kinda dies because to get the swap to work everyone's body had to die. Karl's gets healed afterwards through magical time shenanigans-

So Billiam and Rune(Bu's new name in this AU) wake up in the library, in our current DSMP present, in the weird body of this weird guy who's apparently a weird color-shapeshifter.(yeah, i'm going with the cryptid creature Karl for this one because. it's cool as heck and I never see this anywhere)

a little while after they wake up in the present, karl wakes up after being dormant because he literally died and it's like "HEY WAIT WHAT THE HECK YOU STOLE MY BODY" and everyone else goes "shit shit shit shit"

p.s if you're wondering where hubert is he's dead. the egg killed nearly everyone except billiam and butler because bi is its main caretaker and bu will never leave his side

(more under the cut please there's so much and i actually love this au so much)

Now I'm not a system but I imagine these four(yes, four; Billiam, Rune, Piam(Billiam's Piglin side), and Tune(Bu's Other) operate kind of like one. They have an innerworld and everything, they aren't just all constantly crammed into the front. That would get confusing, stressful and difficult to manage overall. Bu's usually the one fronting because no one else wants to; Billiam doesn't wanna do it because he doesn't wanna mingle with the "poor", Tune doesn't wanna do it because it always gets tripped up with literally everything about the body, it's not even dangerous enough to protect now, and Piam doesn't wanna do it because he's kind of scared of the Overworld someone that doesn't know how to be a Human Person

Oh yeah and I've also talked about all this and more with my bestie so here's a copy-paste of that conversation-

I think an encounter with Sapnap and/or Quackity would go terribly too, until they sit down and explain things as best they can wait no actually "So basically, we killed your fiancée so we could inhabit his body and escape from a really bad situation. sorry" Acid Sapanap would go feral and I can't even begin to conceive what extremely destructive thoughts Quackoty would start having Me MHM Sapnap probably pulls a sword on them and they automatically reach for their own before remembering "Oh shit, we don't have it. OH SHIT-" and then they just gotta r u n Butler's trying desperately to teleport but without a pearl, eeeeeh that's not gonna do anything buddy I'm not sure if Karl has armor in his inventory or not but either way they wouldn't have the time or coordination to equip it Acid they just immediately die it'd be so funny Me "NOT AGAIN, WE JUST GOT FREE- death" Now lets hope either Karl has some extra canon lives, or those lives Billiam bought carry over Acid PFFFFT, BILLIAM'S LIVES GET CARRIED WITH THEM AND IT'S JUST revives ok listen we don't gotta dies revives please let's just dies revives why do you do t dies revives this is just gonna last forever isn't it? dies rev- Me wheeze YEAH "GET OUT OF KARL'S BODY!" "We can't!! It's already been done!! dies" "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!?" "We are!!??" ohhh, bonus angst points if every time they die, Butler goes a little more dormant- Butler was only meant to have one life, he never got any Totems and his soul cannot take this in the way Billiam's can After about 15 deaths, Billiam gets Sapnap to stop for about five seconds, and in those five seconds he realizes that he can no longer hear or feel Butler Acid oh god Me If he manages to get far enough away and find someplace to hide(perhaps the library again), he dips into the headspace and finds Butler just gone. He looks around for a while and finds them far away from where they were, collapsed on the ground, flickering slightly, and entirely unresponsive. And no matter how much he tries, they just won't wake up, and their Ender half has disappeared completely. He can't do anything except wait for them. Acid fjsjdj oh my god imagine Billiam just goes feral after that he's like "what did you do to m y B u t l e r" and just jumps on Sapnap with his bare hands Me Oh absolutely, he will Murder Sapnap without a second thought and he doesn't care how many deaths he has to go through to do it even though dying more will make it take longer for butler to wake up, and then afterwards he'll be pacing around random areas stress-stimming intensely and waiting for his child to wake up Acid yeap Me Somehow he finds his way to Kinoko Kingdom and is like "oh, this looks like a good place for a walk" and then spends the entire time not actually looking at anything and drowned in anxiety

AND THEN THESE WERE LAST NIGHT'S THOUGHTS, SOMEHOW LATER ON THEY END UP AT SAPNAP'S PLACE CAUSE THEY TECHNICALLY DON'T HAVE A PLACE TO STAY Unless you count the library but I don't think that would be very comfortable-

Anyway, Rune was fronting when they fell asleep and then their chronic nightmares came back. Sapnap wakes up(or was he ever really sleeping?) to some almost animalistic gasping in the other room and runs in to find Karl Karl's body curled on the bed, barely humanoid and random flashes of color spiking over him in waves and clawlike hands digging into his head

So he tries to wake him up, and when he does Bu's first reaction is to scramble away in pure terror because he's not fully out of the nightmare yet, there are even tears running down his face that just get absorbed back into the mass of color. Sapnap tries to calm him down, and eventually succeeds enough to ask him what the hell happened, and who's fronting once he remembers that that is a thing-

Thing is, Bu's gone nonverbal, but hey at least Karl was some sort of shapeshifter so they can just shift blobs of color into the air to answer Sapnap's questions

He very quickly learns only to ask yes/no ones because he can't read Galactic which is the only thing Bu can respond in, but that whole night ends on a pretty good note :3

Acid IS KARL IN THE SYSTEM CANON? HE'D BE THE MAIN FRONTER IF IT IS I THINK Me After that nightmare Rune finds himself trusting Sapnap a little more but also not as able to front, he's just so tired of it. No one else wants to front, he always has to stay there and he never gets a break. At least before, Tune had control during the night and he got to rest some. Now his sleep schedule is just as abhorred as before and no one else even comes near the front. He tries as long as he can, for everyone else's sake, but after weeks of fronting alone he just can't anymore. So he finally leaves the front and just collapses face-first into idk a patch of grass in the innerworld or something, and he's so exhausted of being a person that he can't even think straight, He doesn't want consolation, he doesn't want promises, he doesn't even want cuddles he just wants someone else to take over for a bit. Me OOH MAYBE He wakes up and wanders around the innerworld figuring out what the heck is going on and wondering why he can't see the outside anymore and oh god is he dead, are they all dead maybe they're all dead and none of them know it, and then Rune comes out of front and practically begs to not have to be a person anymore, he tells Karl "please i just want a break, just go out there or get someone else to go out there for a while please" and, well, Karl takes a chance and goes out to front and holy shit is this the real world, holy shit are those his fiancées, holy s h i t Acid THAT'S THE BESR OUTCOME ACTUALLY Me YESSSSSSSSS MASQUERADE SYSTEM + KARL THE MAN HIMSELF JACOBS Acid YESSS Me Karl and Rune are now host and co-host, because. no one else wants to front Acid Karl tricking Billiam into fronting.mp4 Me GSHDFGBSGDHFBSF Rune and Karl lock him into front and Rune proceeds to lean against the nearest flat surface, slide down and then dissociate for the next couple/several hours Karl makes sure no one disturbs him, even if Tune and Piam are Very Worried about their exhausted Human hybrid Acid them taking care of Rune (affectionate)

Acid OK WAIT I WAS THINKING AND IN SYSTEMS PEOPLE USUALLY MANIFEST SO I WAS THINKING HOW THAT'D WORK IN THE MASQUERADE SYS AND I REALIZED THAT EVERYONE IN THERE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD IN A WAY WHAT IF THAT'S THIS AU'S LIMBO? ONE DAY WILBUR POPS UP AND COMMITS MULTIPLE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY Me HOLY SHIT OH SHIT EVERYONE THAT PERMA-DIES JUST ENDS UP AS AN ALTER IN KARL'S WEIRD COLOR-SHAPESHIFTING BODY XDDD You can always tell who's fronting by the colors, as long as you actually know them enough to know their colors- Acid Wilbur: hello Quackity, I am BAC- Karl: oh my GOD Wilbur shut the FUCK UP we understand it you're gay now please get out of front I have a date in 10 minutes Acid OOOOO YES Me Like Rune is purple/pink(mainly pink) gray-red/dark purple/orange/green eyes(right/right/left/left, respectively), and then he has some other colors sifting through, like a dark indigo-blue and a yellow the color of Endstone Tune is all of that but some of it is darker(the pinks/purples and Endstone color), some of it's the same(the eyes, except they have a light pink shine over them) and some of it is inverted. Clouds will waft around the body when it's fronting and whenever you look through the clouds you'll see the colors inverted Billiam is solidly pale pink except for his eyes(maroon) and his hands and feet(gold, with veins streaking out and tapering off at about the elbow) Piam is a slightly redder pink, with spots of a Netherrack color here and there, and his gold is more orangey, like there's fire reflecting off of it karl is just. karl. Of course he's got the signature swirls in bright violent and teal but other than that he's just a smorgasbord of color, usually bright and neon. When he's near/thinking about Sapnap and/or Quackity, little hearts start popping off him

[tamakisuwu]

— jealousy. | tamaki amajiki.

Tamaki Amajiki x Jealous F! Reader.

Summary : tamaki starts hanging out a lot more with nejire making y/n feel a little bit jealous.

Warnings : slight angst (?) / fluff

first post with my fav. boy tamaki !! I apologize if the story has a few errors or if it isn’t the best, I wrote this in school and not everyone is good at writing also the big three might be a bit ooc so I apologize again but I hope you enjoy !! (´∀｀)♡

As Tamaki’s lover, you knew you had to be patient with him as the stuttering boy was too shy to even make a move on you when you first started dating and that was okay! you just had to be patient. Though sometimes Tamaki did do some things that made you feel not only weird emotions but also made you a bit impatient and today was one of those days.

While in class, when there was no teacher yet, you decided that you wanted to talk to your lover and ask him if he wanted to go with you to the new takoyaki resturant down town after classes however.. as you were about to stand up, Tamaki stood up and started walking over to Nejire— ‘huh? Nejire?’ you thought, watching them from afar. Usually he would go to Mirio when the teacher wasn’t around though you really didn’t mind that he went to Nejire this time. They were close friends and you didn’t mind that! or so you thought..

As the day passed by, with you trying to talk with Tamaki only to have him go to Nejire to talk about God know’s what, you thought you had done something wrong or something to upset him as it looked like he was ignoring you but you knew that wasn’t the case but just to be sure, you would talk to him when classes ended.

The day ended with you fixing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and with one last glance of your desk, you turned around and walked outside, waiting for Tamaki. You waited, sitting down on one of the benches before you heard footsteps that were going to your way. You looked behind you only to see your boyfriend walking up to you! you inhaled softly before smiling as he now stood in front of you, his indigo hair slightly flowing to the side cause of the wind.

“H-hey bunny” He said, stuttering in his voice that you fell in love with. “Hey Tama! ready to go home now?” you said smiling widely as he called you the nickname that you grew to love. He blushed seeing you smile at him so happily before looking away making you tilt your head, waiting for his response. “Is something wrong Tama?” You asked in a gentle tone, one that made Tamaki go weak in the knees. “U-um.. I’m s-sorry bunny b-but I agreed to help N-nejire once school w-was over..” Tamaki said, looking at you once again, not noticing your smile go upside down.

Oh. you thought, now knowing that he wasn’t really mad at you or anything but you still couldn’t help that feeling inside your stomach, it wasn’t that pleasant feeling when you’re in love but a rather sick feeling that made your heart ache but you shook it off, smiling at him. “Oh! its okay, I’ll go now but don’t stay out too late!” You said trying to shake off the bitterness in your tone. What was happening? Why are you feeling this way? Nejire’s your friend for goodness sake! So why? Why are you feeling like this?

Tamaki didn’t seem to notice this as he waved, smiling slightly when you waved back with a smile. You turned around, your smile turning into a slight frown but nevertheless you started walking back to the dorms, buying yourself a takoyaki for dinner before going to bed with you being positive about this whole situation, not knowing that this would continue on for days.

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A few days have passed and this still continued, you trying to talk to your lover, only to have him walk over to Nejire or Mirio at times but these past few days it was always Nejire and you were starting to get tired of it. You get it, it was wrong to feel this way but, how could you not feel this way? Nejire was better than you, more confident, more attractive, and just amazing. She was everything you were not and you couldn’t help but feel sad and jealous just seeing them together, you wanted to break their conversation but you knew you wouldn’t be a ble to relate anyway.

Your jealousy started growing as you started to doubt yourself more and more. You’d doubt yourself whenever you’d see them together, walking together, just anything they did together, you’d always compare yourself to her and your mood started to get the attention of your lover’s best friend Mirio.

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You were about to go home, not even bothering to ask Tamaki to walk with you as you knew, he would decline you again. You knew he would decline you for Nejire and you didn’t wanna feel the big pang in your heart when you hear his rejection. You slung your bag over your shoulder, fixing your desk, humming softly. “y/n!!” You heard a familiar voice shout making you turn around only to be met by your lover’s best friend, Mirio. “Hey Mirio.” you said, smiling slightly as you started walking to the door, Mirio following behind you.

“You okay? I noticed that you and Tamaki barely hang out nor speak as much.” He says as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world making you sigh as you opened the door and started walking outside of the hero school. “Yeah I’m okay.. I guess you could say?” You say or more of– ask, tilting your head slightly while looking at the scenery in front of you. “Hm? What do you mean you guess?” Mirio asks, worry coating his usual cheerful voice making you sigh as you decided to just tell him.

“Well, these past few days, Tamaki’s always hanging out with Nejire and I’m not saying I doubt them or anything. I trust them with all my heart! I just feel.. I don’t know.. sad, confused?” You say, getting your feelings out as you hoped that Mirio wouldn’t get defensive or just outright tell Tamaki or Nejire which you knew you wouldn’t but still, they were all close friends and you never know! “Ah.. so you’re jealous. I see, I see..” Mirio says teasingly, making you sigh then frown making Mirio know that this was serious and not some game.

“You know, you should go up to him y/n! It’ll help you lots!” Mirio says, smiling cheerfully, patting your shoulder in reassurance which made you chuckle slightly. “I would honestly love to Mirio but I’m not confident enough for that and what if he reacts like this or like that or worse what if he actually breaks up with m–” before you could finish that sentence and think for the worse, Mirio cuts you off “Look, I know Tamaki and I know that he would never do that! He loves you way too much for that and I know this cause he talks about you a lot.” Mirio says winking, making you blush slightly.

You thought for a bit, still walking with Mirio to your dorms before you sighed, reaching your dorms. Looking up to your tall and cheerful friend, you smiled at him making him smile back. “I’ll think about it Mirio.” You said while Mirio nodded and smiled, giving you a thumbs up. You laughed and waved before parting ways in the dorms.

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The next day flew by and while getting ready, you’ve decided that you’re gonna tell Tamaki all about what you’ve been feeling. You were nervous as hell, yes but you wanted to get these feelings off your chest. You went downstairs, seeing that you were the only one awake and went to school, grabbing a breakfast on the way. You arrived at your classroom and like usual you were the first one to arrive. You walked over to your desk and decided that you should take a nap for a bit, no one was here anyways. You sat down on your desk, closed your eyes and hummed a song before falling asleep slowly.

You awoke to the sound of people whispering, while some were just talking making you groan and open your eyes only to be met with your lover, Tamaki and Nejire talking happily as if you weren’t even there and that thought gave an ache to your heart. You looked away with a teary eye, hoping that no one would see it. “Gooooood morning y/n!!~” Nejire sang, making you sigh, she must’ve seen you open your eyes and now you’re gonna have to face them. Them, the two people that made you feel this weird emotion.

“O-oh.. Good m-morning bunny..” That voice that you loved and missed so much stuttered out to you, you just wanted to hug him and tell him everything but you refrained yourself from doing so, you didn’t want him to think you were clingy or that possessive girlfriend! “Hey guys..” You muttered out, staring at the wall, just wanting to get out of there.

“Heey! Why don’t cha look over here y/n-chan? your boyfriend here wants to see youuu~” Nejire said in a happy, cheerful voice, putting her hand on your shoulder making you tense up slightly. “H-hey! I-I didn’t say that!” Tamaki said, not knowing that this answer just made you feel more worse. Making you stand up, still teary eyed before wiping your eyes with your arm looking at both of them before smiling.. a smile that everyone could tell was fake, pained, doubtful.

“I um.. I’ve gotta go for a bit s-so.. Bye!” You said quickly before dashing to the door, biting your lip to keep your emotions in. Everyone looked at the door in shock while Tamaki sat on his chair still in shock and confused as to why it happened. Why did you run? Why were you crying? Why did you look so sad? Whatever it was Nejire knew it all as she frowned and nudged on Tamaki’s arm. “You better go after her and ask her whats wrong.” She said, still frowning while Tamaki nodded. “T-thats what I w-was gonna do.” Tamaki said before dashing off, following your footsteps while Nejire felt guilty for asking so much time from your boyfriend.

Tamaki ran, questions running around his head, looking everywhere for you before bumping into his childhood friend on accident. “Oh! Hey Ta–” Before Mirio could say anything Tamaki cuts him off, in a quick stuttering sentence. “M-mirio! h-have you s-seen y-y/n?!” Tamaki asks making Mirio tilt his head in a curious manner. “No but why? wha–” Mirio was about to say something but he got cut off with Tamaki running off leaving Mirio confused as ever.

You ran and ran until you were at the side of the school. Panting softly, you sat down, rethinking the whole event that just happened. ‘What if I overreacted? God.. He probably thinks I’m so sensitive now or worse he probably hates me..’ You thought before hearing soft pants coming from your right, you looked at your right only to see your lover walking up to you while panting making you frown and stand up, getting ready to run before you felt a fim but gentle grip on your wrist, you widened your teary eyes as you looked at Tamaki, quickly looking down so he wouldn’t see you in such state.

“L-look at me bunny.” Tamaki said in a soft voice. Refusing to look at him, keeping you head down, you heard him sigh. Thinking he would just walk off, you braced yourself before you felt a hand pull your chin up. Only for your teary eyes to meet his indigo eyes that you loved dearly. “W-whats wrong bunny? D-did I do s-something to make y-you u-upset..?” Tamaki said, his hand on your wrist slowly going to your hand, tracing small patterns on your palm.

You sighed, you did want this to happen but not in this way! but there was no point in hiding it so you decided to man up and tell him about it. “I-I.. you’ve been hanging out with N-nejire a lot a-and.. I really don’t mind that at all! b-but.. you’ve been d-declining me and all your attention is on h-her.. and I get it.. She’s beautiful, sexy, attractive, smart, strong while I’m here being this stupid, ugly, unattract–” before you could say that last word, you felt a pair of soft, slightly trembling lips touch your own, making you gasp.

Tamaki was never one to kiss you first and definitely not in public! however you didn’t care. You just needed him, you missed him, you’ve spent all these past few days lonely, confused, sad and you just needed him at this moment. The kiss lasted for a whole minute but to you, it felt like it lasted just for a second. Tamaki looked at you, redness covering his pale cheeks. He cupped your face making you lean into his touch out of instinct making his red cheeks go more red.

“D-don’t you dare finish that sentence. Y-you’re the m-most beautiful p-person I have e-ever met and ever s-seen. You’re not s-stupid. You’re smart, t-talented and the most amazing p-person I know! D-don’t you ever say that b-bunny, because you m-mean the whole w-world to me.” Tamaki said, hugging you gently and snuggling his face onto your neck making you giggle as you felt his hair tickle your neck. He took this as a cue to continue. He kissed your neck softly making you gasp and blush.

“I only spent t-time with N-nejire c-cause.. O-our anniversary w-was coming u-up soon a-and I-I needed advice on h-how to m-make it the best a-anniversary f-for you and s-since only Nejire was a g-girl, I figured that s-she’d be the b-best persin to t-talk t-to. I’m sorry bunny, I-I didn’t m-mean to make you j-jealous.” Tamaki said, stroking your back softly while you played with his hair, you felt guilty for ruining his suprise but you felt relieved after hearing him say that.

“I’m sorry if I ruined your suprise Tama and its okay, I forgive you, I just didn’t know and overreacted.” You said, sighing softly, still playing with his indigo locks. “N-no. I-its okay bunny, i-if you were like that with M-mirio or something I-I.. I’d feel the same.” Tamaki said, shaking his head. just imagining it makes his heart ache. You hummed as you played with his hair.

The past few days, you felt these weird emotions, getting confused, lost, sad and filled with doubt but you realized that its okay to feel that emotion, that emotion that was so called jealousy, it made your bond with your lover even closer than before

and you were happy with that.

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omg, after like 2-3 hours, I’m finally done!! this was my first story here and I hope that ya’ll enjoyed this story and I hope that it wasn’t too cringey– I’m really sorry if it looked like I did Nejire dirty, I really love her tho seriously!! she’s adorable! I just thought she’d be perfect for this one shot cause she’s the only girl that Tamaki is most likely comfortable with. I apologize still if they’re a bit ooc– I’ll do better next time! and leave sum requests, its open (≧∇≦)

[indigo-streaks-in-her-hair]

hair dye [ cm x r ]

fandom : Dear Evan Hansen

by : Summer

pairing : Connor Murphy x Reader

summary : in which you and Zoe are dying your hair and try to convince Connor to dye his. 

request : “Could you write some Connor Murphy imagine where he is a virgin and the reader isn’t and it’s some smut.”

word count : 7,007

warnings : boy oh boy is this gonna be a sMUT HNNGGGFFFF, y’all can’t have a smut w/o a hella lotta sexual innuendos, cursing, mentions blood?, ooc writing, rushed writing, terrible writing in general;;,,,,,

 a / n : Inspired by when I dyed my hair and was super lazy per usual and stained my pillowcase. i’m such a sinner… Is it just me or did my writing change completely like halfway through it? idk it’s bad, sorry. Thanks for reading though. Any sort of support is sincerely respected: liking, commenting, reblogging, following, anything! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :) Much love.

“What the alien cult shit is going on?” Connor asked with a very pissed and very confused expression.

He had just walked past the bathroom when he saw his sister sitting on a chair with strands of hair sectioned off into tubes of tin foil. Y/N, his girlfriend was standing beside Zoe with purple hands. Purple? Blue? Indigo.

“It’s the devil himself,” Zoe said sarcastically.

“You little bi-”

“Zoe,” You cut off Connor rapidly, “if anything he’s a handsome devil.”

“…Fuck you,” Connor mumbled, crossing his arms, and leaning against the doorframe.

“Y/N, you’re gross,” Zoe groaned. You snapped your indigo stained gloves off.

“Grossly in love,” you sang, walking over to Connor and tapping him on the nose. His scowl softened just slightly. Zoe simply groaned.

“I literally cannot have a single day without sharing you,” Zoe slapped the bathroom counter with both hands, “Y/N, you’re supposed to be my best friend. If anything, you’re like my sister and that’d be super weird to think of my sister dating my brother.”

Connor raised his eyebrow and slowly slid his arm over your shoulders. You leaned into his side, expecting him to say exactly what he’d said next.

“You can think of Y/N as your sister-in-law,” he smirked.

Zoe let out a forced gag. Connor stuck his tongue out at her. You waved your arms to cut through their petty teasing.

“If you must know, Connor,” you began, taking a step back to stand in front of Zoe, “We’re dying each other’s hair. After Zoe’s indigo streaks, I’m thinking of doing an ombré to red.” (a/n: if you have darker hair then imagine you bleached it before dying it)

“Okay… but, why?” he responded boredly.

“Well, why not?”

“But why would you?”

“Because it’s like, color! And in your hair. Doesn’t that sound fun or something?”

“Not really.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, turning to Zoe to back you up. She had a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know,” she smiled slyly, “I think Connor should see how fun it is for himself.”

Connor’s eyes widened. You gasped far too loudly.

“Connor we should totally dye your hair,” you began bouncing up and down like a little child.

“Absolutely not,” Connor shook his head.

“Why not?” you whined.

“Why should I?” he raised his voice an octave to mimic yours.

“You’re so stuck up,” Zoe rolled her eyes, “seriously, there’s no harm in doing it!”

Connor opened his mouth to object, but you interrupted him.

“And I thought you liked spending time with me,” you fake pouted.

“Of course I do,” he frowned, “but not with this gremlin,” he gestured to Zoe, who mocked offense. You decided to try at him with a different approach.

“Aw babe,” you placed your hand against his cheek, moving it back against his head with every word, “I thought you loved when put my hands into your hair, and give it a nice tug.”

You tugged the handful of his hair you had roughly, and he let out a low growl.

“Enough of all of that disgusting flirting, or whatever it is you weirdos do,” Zoe interjected, “are you gonna dye your hair or what?”

You bit your lip, “And even if you don’t like it, I’ll make sure you have fun one way or another,” you winked.

Connor’s face flushed as he groaned angrily. You giggled at him being all flustered.

“Zo, this is exactly the kind of red I’m going for!” you pointed to Connor’s reddening cheeks.

Zoe snorted, failing to hold back her laughter.

“Whatever!” Connor yelled.

You picked up a couple different hair dye colors you had. Holding up a dark blue shade up to Zoe, she posed thoughtfully. Connor spoke up, eyeing the label on the box.

“None of that permanent bullshit,” he crossed his arms, “don’t you have stuff that, like, washes out?”

“As a matter of fact, we do, brother dearest,” Zoe searched through her cluttered bag for the hair chalk you two had gotten to test how different colors would look on your hair.

She handed you a dark blue shade fairly similar to the dye you had in hand. You held them out to Connor.

“What do you think?” you asked.

“I don’t care as long as that,” he pointed at Zoe, “isn’t putting its hands anywhere near me.”

“Make all the excuses you want, Con, but we all know you’re just desperate to have Y/N’s hands all over you,” Zoe smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, so it’s not disgusting for you to make sexual innuendos about us?”

She giggled, while shrugging. Connor merely scoffed.

“Please,” he seethed, “You can’t keep your hands off of me, can’t you Y/N?”

You raised your eyebrow, as if to warn him ‘two can play at this game’.

“No,” you mumbled innocently, “but you sure don’t seem to mind.”

“Jesus Christ,” Zoe intercepted, “are you guys gonna keep taunting each other or just do it on the counter?”

It all went silent for a good two minutes. You and Connor just stared at Zoe. She darted her eyes left and right for anything to change the subject. She lifted up the hair chalk.

“So, this dark blue?” she smiled awkwardly.

“Yeah,” you replied nonchalantly, as if nothing happened beforehand, “but first, let’s dye my hair.”

After ten minutes, the whole bottom layer of you hair was coated in a blood red dye, courtesy of Zoe. Connor had just sat on the counter the entire time, picking the nail polish off of his nails the entire time. Black flakes littered the sink.

“This is fucking boring,” Connor complained bluntly.

“You know,” Zoe glared, “you don’t have to stay and watch us. You can literally do anything else other than be a creepy stalker or whatever.”

“Nah Zo,” you raised your eyebrows, turning back to look at her, “I’m sure if he could, he’d spend every minute of every day undressing me with his eyes.”

“Literally every time you open your mouth, you have to make a sexual innuendo.”

Connor blew a strand of hair out of his face and propped his legs on top of your knees. You placed your hands on top of his lower legs, and fiddled with the cuffs of his black jeans.

“I don’t have to make verbal innuendos all the time,” you trailed your hands higher up to Connor’s knees, then his thighs, “I can make physical innuendos too.”

Connor looked like he was on the verge of a sweat. You brought your hands up the slightest bit higher and he violently kicked, his foot reaching dangerously close to your face.

“I’m out,” Zoe yelled, almost sprinting out of the bathroom.

Connor hopped off of the counter and slammed the door shut. Click. And suddenly the space seemed thick between you two. An atmosphere of fright grew in the small room, but you refused to let it show. Instead, you presented him a gaudy grin.

Connor slowly turned around, with a furious expression on his face. His eyebrows were arched down, his teeth clenched in a tight scowl, and his ice-cold eyes boring into yours. You didn’t know what to expect next.

You would’ve fallen back at the sudden impact of Connor hadn’t pulled you back by the rear. He slammed his lips fiercely against yours with a fiery passion that could match your reddening hair. Your lips moved in a quickening synchronization as you felt heat wrap around you.

You brought your hands up to grasp the sides of his cheeks, tracing back from his jawline, and ultimately pulling farther into his messy knotted locks. You balled up your fists in his hair and tugged hard, hearing him let out a staggering growl. He pulled you closer, biting hard on your lower lip, making you let out a strangled whimper in return. His chest pressed roughly against yours as you wrapped your left leg around his right. You felt his grip on your rear growing tighter and his hand shift closer your core, his bony fingers pressing up firmly, making you feel weak. You pushed against the bulge forming in his jeans.

He lifted his hand to reach your cheek, and you pulled away suddenly, sitting back into the chair, trying hard not to laugh at his next angry outburst.

“What the fuck?” he yelled, shooting his arms up and dropping them to hit his legs.

“Hair, babe,”  you pointed to your hair as he let out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, wash it out!”

Speedy footsteps approached the bathroom, and was replaced with a loud banging on the door.

“I hear yelling!” Zoe shouted, “You better not be murdering my best friend in there!”

“You mean your only friend?” Connor shot back.

You slipped past Connor and unlocked the door, allowing Zoe to stomp in. She exchanged a glance between you, then to Connor, and personally evaluated the scene, focusing very intently on Connor’s disheveled and even messier than usual hair.

“I leave for ten minutes and you animals cannot control yourselves,” she pointed her index finger up and waved it accusingly at the two of you.

You walked around her to stand by Connor and slipped your arm around his waist. He shot you a threatening look, almost daring you to try him.

“I,” You placed your hand over your chest vainly, “can control myself just fine. Your brother on the other hand,” you moved your hand from your chest to pat him gently on the stomach, “might have just the slightest difficulty with that.”

Connor immediately shoved out of your hold and took a step back.

“I can control myself just fucking fine,” he glared, fuming through clenched teeth.

“Oh really?” you laughed, “I beg to differ. Yeah, exhibit A,” you proudly lifted your arms out and gestured to Connor’s pants, presenting his very apparent… excitement. He placed his hands in front of him to cover it, in obvious embarrassment.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind taking about how you were just soaking your fucking panties over me,” Connor argued, and mocking you in a high-pitched tone, he moaned, “Oh Connor! Mmm, yes Connor! Oh, oohh, Connor, fuck me sideways with a spork!” he gasped, flailing his hands back and forth and rubbing them up and down his chest to ridicule you more.

Zoe could do nothing but blink rapidly, and remained in a still position, her mouth hung open in clear disgust. Slowly and silently, you pressed her chin up and closed her mouth, to which she responded by shaking her head violently.

“Wow, okay,” she mumbled out, “I am.. related, to this-this.. person..,” she trailed off.

Connor rolled his eyes and walked out, before you could contradict him. Maybe he won that round, but you planned for him to take his sorry words and shove them back down his throat.

“So,” you dragged out the ‘o’, hoping to resurrect Zoe from her state of absolute disbelief, “how long until I can wash this dye out?”

“…Twenty minutes.”

After seven or eight painfully awkward minutes, you and Zoe decided to look for Connor so you could use the blue hair chalk. When he wasn’t anywhere to be seen in his room, the two of you had found him in the kitchen, drinking the milk straight from the container. Zoe was about to tell him off before he had told her there was barely any left, anyways. You held up the temporary dyes. He averted his eyes from you and simply frowned.

“Hey Mr. Boyfriend-of-the-year,” you joked, “how’s about we put a little color in that hair and a smile on that face, huh?”

He completely ignored you.

“Don’t be petty, babe,” you dropped your head on his shoulder, and he shrugged you off. Zoe decided to butt in.

“Hey Connor, we’ve got a few minutes, let’s put some of this chalk on your hair,” she spoke, with fake enthusiasm.

“You know, Zoe,” he propped his hand upwards, “I don’t really think I want to. Yeah, a certain someone really changed my mind.”

Zoe turned to you, and you just closed your eyes, brows raised, and let out a sharp exhale.

“Can I change it back?” you pleaded, and Connor raised an eyebrow at you with a cocky smile, “What can I do that’s not non-consensual, illegal, out of a $10 budget range, or flat out disgusting?”

“I think you know,” he chuckled while pulling out his phone to record.

“How would I- oh,” you winced, knowing how regretful you’d be in the very near future.

“Alright… Go!” he pressed the record button.

“Here goes any shred of respect I’ve ever had for myself,” you sighed loudly, “Hmm, o-oh, Connor… uh, mmm Connor Murphy is the sexiest human being! Oohh Connor,” you spoke mortified, burying your face into your hands. Connor and Zoe were laughing obnoxiously.

“Keep going,” Connor choked, his voice caught in laughter. You shook your head in total disappointment of yourself.

“Connor Murphy has the biggest dick in the world,” you forced out dryly.

“Say-,” Connor cut himself off with a snort, “Say ‘I rub my nipples thinking about you every single night’!”

“Alright. You heard it here folks,” you grinned, “Connor Murphy rubs his nipples thinking about me every single night! That’s gotta be some serious commitment!”

“God damn it, you know what I mean!”

“Fine, fine, okay,” you made a noise of frustration, “um… I rub my nipples,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, “thinking about you every single night. Satisfied, asshole?”

“Not as satisfied as you’ll be, soon,” Connor taunted smugly, rewatching the video.

You were, in fact, humiliated and wanted nothing more than to take that phone and shove it up his ass. But, you had to admit, you loved seeing how much he laughed and smiled. That was sort of a rare sight and, as agonizing as the whole experience was, you couldn’t help but wager the fact that it might have been worth it. And there was also another bonus:

“So are we gonna put this blue in your hair or what?”

You stood behind a seated Connor, running your fingers through his hair, trying to take out the majority of knots in it. It was a nice silence, not overwhelmingly tense. He was relaxing into your touch, the feeling of your fingernails lightly dragging from his scalp to give a gently pull at the ends was an incredible amount of soothing and comforting to him. You took your hands out of his hair before he could get too comfortable or even fall asleep.

Zoe on the left side, you on the right, the both of you began sectioning of different portions of his hair for the coloring process. Starting from the back of his head and slowly making your way to his front, you colored random streaks of the pigment into his curly strands. The bright bathroom lighting highlighting the blue gave him such an oceanic aura, you couldn’t help but smile. His waves of hair mimicked the waves of the ocean, and his pale skin and icey eyes greatly resembled that of sea foam, and the accents of pale brown hair was the shore his waves were crashing into.

He was stunning, to say the least.

“Keep staring and smiling at me, why don’t you,” Connor remarked.

“I can’t help it that you’re beautiful,” you gazed into his calming eyes.

Zoe made a noise that sounded like a retch. You looked over at her to see her pointing at her open mouth, tongue sticking out, and eyebrows furrowed with repulse. You gave her a look that expressed your annoyance with her replies to anytime you and Connor conversed.

“It’s time for you to wash out your hair,” she told you.

“Okay, but first,” you turned your attention to Connor, who looked back at you expectantly, “Con, what do you think of your hair?”

“It’s eh,” he shrugged, “I don’t hate it, but I don’t really like it either. You sure this stuff washes out? I don’t want to have to go to school looking like a fucking smurf.”

You nearly choked trying to hold back a laugh. Connor Smurfy. Recomposing yourself, you tried to keep your voice steady.

“Yeah, you want to wash it out?” you asked him, and he nodded, “Okay, babe, I’ll go wash my hair out in the other bathroom.”

“What, you don’t want to shower with me?” he teased, raising his eyebrows suggestively. You bit your lip as you gradually turned around to answer him.

“First of all,” you held up one finger, “I’m just rinsing my hair, no stripping required. And second,” you paused, and acted as if you were actually considering it, “nope!”

You skipped away and Zoe trailed behind you. As soon as you reached the door, you halted abruptly, causing Zoe to almost fall into you without any sudden warning.

“I think I actually might take a shower,” you rethought, “I’m totally exhausted. Do you think I could spend the night?”

“Definitely,” Zoe responded, “my parents love having you over, ‘cause you,” she curled her fingers into quotation marks, “‘keep Connor sane’ or whatever.”

“Okay,” you snickered, “I’ll tell my folks. Do you have a change of clothes I can borrow?”

“Steal some of Connor’s, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“But why can’t-”

“No more questions, lady! Now get in that shower before all that red poisons your brain,” she pushed you roughly into the bathroom, and left without a single other word.

You, being left with no other choice, shot your parents a quick text, then stripped down and hopped into the shower. The icy water hit immediately, stinging like bullets into your back, and each drop made you cringe more until the cold subsided into a warmth you could get used to. The hot water blanketed you in a heavy layer of steam and relaxation. Looking down at the floor beneath you, the heavily pigmented, rich red flooded your feet and covered them in a massacre of dye. After rinsing out as much of  the color as you could, your hair was left drizzling with pink water.

Picking up the first bottle of shampoo your eyes landed on, you applied a generous amount to your hair, scrunching swirls all over your head, creating a faux hawk, and messing with the foam bubbles while humming a random tune you had gotten stuck in your head. The strawberry scent was very familiar to you in a way you did not know.

The low patter of the water against the floor was very reminiscent of a soft rain. You felt like you could stay there for hours.

The bathroom silenced as you turned off the faucet. The curtains opened with a swish and the chills that hit your body were wrapped tightly with a towel. Making sure it was secured tight around your chest, you ventured into Connor’s room, where you found him laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. You knocked to make sure he knew you were there.

He sat up, and you could see him clearer. His hair had been pulled back into a messy bun, and the blue had been washed clean out. It still looked damp, however a few stray strands frayed their way out. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, most likely because he was getting ready to sleep. The hairs on his chest were prominent against his pale, scrawny, yet toned figure.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“You,” you replied drastically with an elongated pause, taking great satisfaction in watching his face grow wildly red and his eyes widen with shock, before finishing your sentence, “…to get me a pair of clothes to change into.”

“Why can’t you borrow Zoe’s?” he frowned, knitting his eyebrows down bitterly.

“I’m already here,” you tugged up the loosening side of your towel.

Connor just shook his head and tossed you one of his shirts and a pair of pants from the floor.

“Are these clean?” you studied his clothes carefully, hoping not to find any gross stains on them.

“They’re clean enough,” he fell back onto his bed.

Feeling too tired to contradict him, you decided it was fine to just sleep in those clothes. You stepped into his surprisingly spacious closet to allow yourself some privacy. The friction of dry fabric against wet skin proved difficult as you tried to tug on his clothes. After a long and tiresome polyester battle, you were able to burst out of the closet with obvious relief written all over your face.

“I’m gay for Connor Murphy!”  you screamed, charging to belly flop on an unsuspecting sprawled out Connor laying in bed.

“What the fu-OOF!” your sudden impact against him nearly knocked the wind out of him.

You scrawled your arms around his bare torso and wrapped your legs round his, intertwining them firmly. You pressed your head deep against his chest, your ear resting above his heart, listening to your favorite sound: the constant beating of his heart.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he mumbled, “you could at least warn a guy.”

He pulled the thin tie out of his hair, then he turned to his right side, and laid you on the plush mattress. He brushed your wet hair off of his chest, seeming displeased by the water that was infecting his white sheets and pillows. You hooked your arm under his own and around and over his shoulder, placing a soft, lingering kiss on his chest.

Connor pulled the covers over the two of you, then placed his hand on your thigh, and inched it upward slowly, as he wrapped his other arm crossing over your back and stroked your side. He pressed a firm kiss against your temple, as you began to doze off.

Connor wasn’t one who usually slept early, but you were a great exception. He felt unusually comfortable and secure as he held you, and observed the current situation intently.

Your body was warm, but to him you were radiating. You were sweating, but to him you were sparkling. You were quietly snoring, but to him you were an angelic choir. His clothes were dirty and wrinkled, but to him you wore them like a model. The constant rising and falling if your chest was a mesmerizing dance that he could watch forever.

And he did.

He gazed at your peaceful resting form until he forgot how to keep his eyes open.

3:28 AM in piercing red light was the first thing Connor saw when he opened his eyes. His room was pitch black other than the digital clock on his bedside table. The lopsided shift in the mattress and the arm hooked loosely around his middle indicated that you were well asleep next to him. He stroked down your arm until he found the palm of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, he glided his thumb over your index finger, feeling over every joint and every small indent. He could feel himself beginning to grin stupidly at your soft touch.

What Connor didn’t know was that his fragile actions had aided in helping you slowly regain your consciousness. Still, you remained silent and motionless, except for a ghost of a smile you had failed to try to hide. It was a habit of Connor’s that you loved so much when he would fiddle with your hands, your hair, your cheeks, and even the hems of the shirts and shorts you wore. In quiet moments like so, it gave you a great time to think about how much you adored his affection. Sure, he wasn’t really verbally affectionate, but any hug or kiss shared between the two of you felt like one of the closest connections that could ever be created between a pair.

Connor wasn’t one for being open and expressive about his feelings so it would be incredibly rare to hear him go on endlessly about why he loved you, but he’d always think about how incredible you are on a daily basis, even if you can annoy the living shit out of him, sometimes.

He liked how you didn’t cower in fear at his very presence. He liked how you could naturally approach him and how you could hold a regular conversation with him without shaking your voice or giving him an uneasy look. He loved how you didn’t mind if he wanted to hold or kiss you, and in fact wanted him to touch you constantly. He loved that no matter how much you two could joke around, you would never bluntly insult him with name calling. And he absolutely loved how trusting enough you were with him to fall asleep on the same bed and not be afraid of all the dark twisted lies that other people would accuse him of.

Something pricked at his throat and his mouth went dry. He squeezed your hand ever so slightly as he shifted to grab the plastic water bottle on his bedside table. In his blind searching, he felt the back of his hand hit cool plastic and a loud impact on the floor.

“Shit,” he whispered, as you tried desperately not to giggle at his pointless clumsiness.

With your eyes still closed, you felt a great shift on the other side of the bed and heard a small click, as the dark shifted to a soft light. You could hear Connor’s feet hit the ground and the low crinkle of the water bottle only to hear it drop again. You expected him to curse again but instead were confused by his eerie silence.

Connor dropped his feet to the floor, picking up his water bottle, then turned around to admire the sleeping beauty on his bed only to have his chest feel heavy and his breathing grow labored as he registered the scene in front of him. He dropped his water bottle, and everything seemed to go in slow motion. The love of his life was laying limp and unconscious on his bed as wet, blood red stains surrounded her head in the pillows. He was so confused and scared, he didn’t know what the hell to do.

“Fuck!” he yelled, running his hands through his hair, and tugging painfully, “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” he mumbled repetitively.

Quickly he leaned over and shook you vigorously by the arm. Your eyes shot open and you jolted completely awake with a tense flinch.

“Connor, what the fuck?” you slurred, stretching your arms outwards, and twisting your torso, letting out a crack that made you cringe.

“What the fuck?” he gestured to the dark red up and down his pillow.

You turned your head to look at what he was talking about, and sections of your now dry hair fell in front of your face. The red illuminated in the lamp light. Connor fell back onto his bed, clutching his head and exhaling loudly, casually mortified albeit relieved. A dopey smile grew on your face as you let out a great laugh, leaning your head into his back.

“It’s not fucking funny,” he grunted. He gripped you by the waist and held you firmly. You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“It’s kinda funny,” you chuckled.

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he tightened his constricting hold on you and dug his fingernails into your sides. You rubbed circles into his back.

“Hey,” you whispered, “I’m still here and I’m perfectly okay.”

He nodded slowly into the crook of your neck, his hair tickling you slightly. You placed a light kiss in his hair. His limbs were taut around your body.

“You’re so tense,” you shifted him to lay down on the bed.

His grip loosened just slightly as he pulled back to admire you. You were absolutely infatuated with his eyes. Watching his pupils dilate against his colorful irises was like seeing art in motion. His eyes were rimmed with dulled red bags. You leaned your forehead against his own.

“Aren’t you tired?” you questioned.

“Not really,” he mumbled.

You leaned forward to press your lips against his, and he gladly met you halfway. When you parted, you leaned over the edge of the bed to pick up the water bottle on the floor. You handed it to him and he said a quick “thank you”. He took the cap off and just stared at it. You sat confused in silence for a good minute.

“Connor,” you leaned back against the pillows, “take a fucking sip.”

Whatever trance he was in, he seemed to snap out of it because he flinched and downed what was left of the bottle. He threw the empty plastic aside, and dropped his head into your lap. He closed his eyes.

“Fuck,” he said, “I thought I fucking lost you.”

“You actually thought I was gone?” you ran your hands through his hair.

“I know, I know, it’s dumb. Shut up.”

“Aw, it’s not like I died or anything- I mean I just dyed my hair.”

“Oh my fucking god, just shut up about it!”

“Hey, you saw me breath-”

Of course Connor used the cliche “shut you up with a kiss” move. He kissed you fiercely, biting hard against your top lip. You immediately held onto his shoulders, whimpered quietly, then rolling yourself on top of him. He pushed roughly against you, his tongue swirling with yours. You shoved him back, cringing as he hit the headboard. He inhaled sharply, and you pulled away.

“You know,” you gasped as he attacked your neck, working a gentle yet violent demeanor, “it’s funny how you can blackmail me, you can tease me, and you can pretend to hate me when I annoy you,” tears pricked your eyes as he bit down hard on a sensitive spot, proceeding to trail his kisses down your chest, “but just have a little ‘fake blood’ and suddenly you’re all-”

“If you don’t shut up about it then I will make you bleed,” his arms scrambled to touch every dip and crook on your body.

You moved your hands against Connor’s chest and forcefully pried him off of you. He fell back with little restraint. Lifting his head up, he was wheezing as if he’d just ran a marathon. Sitting upright in his lap, you could feel his excitement poking underneath you.

“Listen here, lover boy,” you placed your hands on your thighs and hunched over forward, “First of all, obviously you don’t know, but I’ve already ‘popped my cherry’, alright?” you made quotation marks with your hands. He lifted his head down from the ceiling to you, looking absolutely taken aback.

“Second of all,” you placed your arms on his shoulders as he gripped the bed sheets in a faint panic, “you can make all the sex jokes you want, or spit a shit load of game, but we both know you’ve never gotten it on once.”

Connor held onto his bed sheets so tight he was sure he’d rip the fabric. His eye twitched slightly as he chewed roughly onto his lower lip. He knew he couldn’t defend himself there.

“And third,” you slid your hand down from his shoulders to his elbows, “it is almost four in the morning and your parents are just a couple rooms away. So if you so desperately want this, then it’ll be the most quiet passionate love making in fucking history.”

Connor was absolutely sure he wasn’t thinking at all when he answered you.

“Shit…,” he murmured, “I want this so badly,” he was completely mesmerised by the idea of it with you.

You gaped at him, blinking a couple times before nodding steadily. You pulled yourself off of his lap.

“Okay,” you recollected your thoughts, “do you… have a condom?”

Leaning over to his side, he stretched out his arm to pull open his drawer.

“I’ll be honest,” you could hear the shifting of various items as he searched, “I’ve been planning on this for a while, I just didn’t know when,” he whispered that last part.

You beamed at him, thinking it was so genuine that he wanted you to be his first. He placed the condom beside the two of you. You rested your hands on either of his cheeks, the tips of your fingers curling around his silky locks.

“I’m uh, not really sure what to say,” you sighed, “I know this is new to you and everything, so if it gets too… um, intense, in a way, don’t be afraid to tell me to stop. In fact, don’t be afraid of anything with me because I have my complete faith and trust in you and-”

“Hey, hey,” he cut short your rambling, “You talk way too fucking much. I’m more than ready to do this with you.”

“Right, so,” you shifted your hands to trace his jawline, “can I kiss you?”

“Hell yeah,” Connor closed the gap between the two of you instantly.

Your lips danced in a slow waltz as your noses bumped with every relaxed movement. You could already clearly tell how eager he was for you, but didn’t want to rush into things. A question formed at the back of your mind, and began to wear out your entire thought process.

Connor moved from your lips to your cheeks, along your chin and jaw, and down your throat. You bit your lip to silence a moan and laid your palms flat against his bare chest. The mixture of the warm room and your hot bodies made an easy beginning for sweat. He littered your profile with love bruises and saliva.

“Connor,” you inquired. He mumbled incoherent sounds against the vibration of your vocals, “you,

um, you weren’t mad when I told you I’ve done… this before. Wh-Why is that?”

As he pulled back, you enjoyed the feeling of the rough skin on his thumb caressing your cheekbone. You decided to return the favor as he answered you, leaning in to attach your lips onto his pale neck. He suppressed a low growl.

“There’s no way you could’ve,” he hissed as you reached a sensitive spot, “n-no way you cou-could’ve known that you and I…” he lost his trail of thought as pleasure overcame him.

“You and I?” you questioned in an alluring manner, smiling against his collarbone.

He had to pull back to think straight. You could’ve started giggling at how effortless it was to distract him. You rested your head over his heart as he took a moment to ease his hasty panting. You rubbed his bicep in a way to reassure him to take as much time as he needed to. It didn’t take too long for him to speak up again.

“Your question, uh, back then, there’s really no way you could’ve known that you and I would be together, ya know?”

“I know,” you began to pepper kisses down his chest, “thank you so much for understanding,” you traced the line of hair that lined down to his boxers, “I love you so much, Connor.”

His hands toyed with the hem of your (or rather, his) shirt. You fixed your gaze on him at the sudden contact. He lifted it up ever so slightly.

“Is this okay?” he worried.

“It’s okay.”

He pulled his shirt off of you, discarding it over the side of the bed. Your now bare and newly exposed skin began to spasm with shivers. He was captivated by the sight of you. He blushed as his mouth hung agape in awe.

Every mole, discoloration, bodily hair, dip, and crease made you seem like an absolute masterpiece to him. Sure, he had seen you completely bare before, but now that he knew what was eventually going to happen, he felt so appreciated to know that you had so much assurance that you were willing to intertwine yourselves with no barriers.

Cautiously, Connor lifted his hands, looking to you for a sign that it was okay to proceed. You gave him a curt nod and he placed his hands over your breasts. He began to knead them as if he knew exactly what to do to drive you mad. Holding your mouth shut, you hummed a whimper of satisfaction.

“I know I gave you total shit for not shutting up about this but,” Connor referred to the red hair dye stain incident, “I honestly was so fucking scared.”

Something about the tone he spoke it made something sting in your heart. Either that or he just really knew how to work his way around your chest.

“I really don’t know what the hell I’d do with myself if I actually lost you,” he spilled, grazing his fingers over your sensitive nipples, as groan got caught in your throat, “You make me feel safe and cared for, respected and loved in a way I never knew existed.”

He applied more pressure, pushing you down to lay flat against the bed. Your hands found their way comfortably into his hair, tugging lightly as he hovered over you. He pressed lazy kisses all over your middle.

“You don’t put my flaws in front of me,” he murmured against your stomach, the movement of his lips tickling your tender skin, “fuck, you don’t treat me like an outcast. The way you talk and touch me, makes me feel normal; makes me feel wanted.”

You almost swore you could hear his voice crack and falter. Sweat grew heavier on your body when he started sucking and biting down on any bit of flesh he could reach.

“Connor,” was all you could utter before your mind scrambled and you grew light-headed. All you could do was look up and breathe. Your heart was beating like a drum against your chest, it felt like it could just pop out at any given moment.

With the few nerves you gained control over, you weakly hoisted yourself up, Connor removing himself from you. His face played an expression of fear he might’ve made you too uncomfortable.

You slipped your thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, which he whispered for you to take off. Sliding off the last article of clothing keeping him from being completely exposed to you, his length sprung up.

“I’m so ready for you,” you flushed a deep red. You guided his hands to the pants you were wearing begging him with your trembling arms to discard what left you had on you.

“You make me feel so fucking happy,” Connor took no time to rid you of his pants and your undergarments.

Admiring your lower region, he mumbled, “Holy fucking shit.”

You drew him in for one more hot, fervent kiss. As much as he loved the feeling of your tender lips on his slightly chapped own, he was incredibly impatient. When you finally pulled off of him, you took the condom that had been lying beside the two of you and removed it from its wrapper.

You pinched the tip and rolled it onto his eager self, noticing his squirming under your touch. Situating yourself over his lap, you rested your forehead against his before requesting one last confirmation.

“Are you,” you rifled through your vocabulary for the right words to say, “Are you okay?”

You didn’t expect him to shake his head ‘no’.

“Fuck,” he snarled, “I want to make you feel as loved as you make me.”

“Trust me,” you ran your fingers over his cheek, “you do.”

And with that, you sank yourself down onto him, the both of you letting loose a cacophony of groans and grunts. Connor lifted his hips to meet yours, his whole body giving in to vigorous tremors as your walls clenched tightly around him. Tears stung your eyes as you rotated your hips onto him comfortably. Your spine tensed up in trembles as you raised yourself gently.

You stimulated movement, leaning against and off of him, as he thrusted in synch with you. Something clawed at your throat, begging you to scream, but instead you let out a meek cry. A tear fell from the corner of your eye.

Connor gingerly pressed his lips to yours, as you let out your moans as silently as you could. Grabbing him by the face as he you around your torso, you felt tears flooding your hands. You parted for a split-second to take a look at him. Hot tears were trailing down his face, and you leaned back in quickly, pulling him affectionately into another kiss.

The both of you tried miserably to choke back any noise but couldn’t help but be sympathetic to one another as your bodies moved at a gradually increasing rate. Sweat beaded over you like rain. the knot in your core grew tighter and tighter until it became too much to bear.

Slurs of ‘I love you’s, and mumbles of each other’s names transferred back and forth between you two until the chain was broken by a strangled moan and a staggered gasp.

Connor was first to release himself, but not a few moments later, you began to lose yourself over him. You rode out your highs, bouncing slower against each other with every passing minute. You felt like collapsing.

You and Connor were both exhausted. Your bodies were wrapped intricately like a complicated knot: leg around leg, hand in hair, and arm over shoulder. You felt a powerful burning inside you as you tamed your breath.

“Damn,” you exhaled, “are you sure you haven’t done this before? You seriously seem to know what you’re doing.”

He let out a raspy chuckle, his voice low and husky.

“I guess I know you all too well,” he kissed your forehead.

You hummed, “Well, I’m glad you do.”

Shifting yourself close to him, you didn’t care if you were burning your ass off, or if you were sweating like swine. It felt right to be as close to him as possible.

“By the way, red is such a beautiful color on you”

[sage-nebula]

em-exceeds-change-zearu replied to your post: I’m halfway through reading a spoiler summary for...

from what i’ve seen it’s. it’s ultimate middle school era fanfic aesthetic. i’m torn between crying and laughing at the same time

Honestly, this is mfw:

Literally, I’m just---shocked and appalled at how horrendously bad this is.

Like, it’s honestly difficult to know where to begin. There is so much that is pure awful---and not just as a slap in the face to those of us who have been here forever (though that, too!), but also just, generally---just generally awful, like---like---!

Okay. I’ve read both the 4Chan write up and the PokéBeach summation so I’m going to go ahead and pull from both, but just taking it apart piece by piece, we have this:

“Ash loses his fight against Cross and start going evil, he gives him a nightmare in which he forgot pokemon existed and lives in our world without pokemon, then he starts to cry when he feels that pikachu is missing, and remembers him. The feather which had gone black when he was being a jerk went back to being rainbow.”

This right here gives us our first instance of

because since when does Ash, of all characters, go evil because he lost a battle? This is Ash we’re talking about---Ash Ketchum! Ash might sulk, he might get in a bad temper and snap at his human companions (human companions---more on that in a second), but he doesn’t “go evil” because he lost a battle, for fucksake. Do you know how evil he would have been in the OS if he turned evil after losing battles? I mean, I’ll let Misty sum it up:

Ash didn’t always lose in the OS, but he had his fair share of losses! The idea of him turning evil because he lost a battle is so ridiculously absurd I can barely handle it.

But wait! According to PokéBeach, it gets worse!

“And then Ash encounters Cross again. They battle with Charmeleon vs. Cross’s Incineroar, but Cross wins. Ash is very hurt by the loss and gets into an argument with his friends, including Pikachu. Ash even tells Pikachu, ‘I should have chosen Squirtle or Bulbasaur instead!’”

Oh, okay---so it’s not that he “goes evil”, but rather that he shouts at Pikachu that he should have chosen another pokémon instead. First of all, Ashy-boy, you didn’t get a choice because your hot mess ass overslept. Second of all, THAT IS OUTRAGEOUSLY OUT OF CHARACTER FOR ASH, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Like, I know that Ash apologizes after he has his nightmare and hugs Pikachu, but it doesn’t matter, because Ash never blamed his pokémon for his losses. Even when it comes to Charizard, who played a part in costing him the Indigo League because of his disobedience, Ash never blamed his pokémon when he lost. He sulked, he got pissy, he snapped at Misty and/or Brock (mostly Misty lbr), but he never blamed his team for his losses. Even when he tried to come up with excuses for why he lost, pushing the blame onto others, the others he pushed the blame on were never his pokémon. The closest he gets is after he loses to Surge for the first time, and he says, “If Pikachu just tries harder---” but even then, he’s not angry, and when Misty points out that Pikachu was trying as hard as he could the first time, Ash relents immediately. The idea that Ash would shout at Pikachu that he should have chosen another is absolutely, incredibly, unbelievably, unforgivably awful. I don’t care how “in the moment” it was, because Ash was a feisty little temper machine in the OS and never shouted something that awful (at least, not to my memory, but maybe there’s something I’m forgetting), least of all at Pikachu. I also don’t care how quickly they had him apologize, because again, it’s OoC. It’s OoC nonsense for the sake of melodrama (and pointless melodrama at that, because this adds nothing of value to the film!), and I’m not here for it. Not in my 20th anniversary movie.

(Side note, but of course they had to replace Misty and Brock, because there’s no way that they---and especially not Misty---would have ever let Ash speak to Pikachu like that without repercussions. No fucking way.)

But of course, that’s not the worst of it. We’ve still got more to go!

“hey get to the mountain where Ho Oh is supposed to come, but Cross arrives again and wants to fight Ash to get to fight Ho Oh in his place, Ash wins using Charizard (who evolved mid-fight)”

I must have been reading that wrong, because that makes it sound like Charizard just obeys him right off the bat, and there’s no way that---

“Ash has Charmeleon battle Incineroar again, and wins easily after Charmeleon evolves into Charizard.”

So apparently, Charizard is no longer Charizard. I mean, yeah, it’s “Ash’s charizard”, and they meet in roughly the same way (with Cross taking on the role of Damien, but also being Paul lbr), but they’ve completely gutted their entire relationship and instead have Charizard there just to garner attention and get that dolla-dolla. I mean, you’d think that if they wanted to use Charizard for promotional things they could have given Ash ‘Zard Y in the Kalos saga, but nah, why not just gut their entire relationship and everything that made that relationship special for pointless fucking advertising instead?

Because here’s the thing: Charmeleon was never obedient to Ash. Never. To begin with, the Charmeleon stage was very short; it only lasted for a handful of episodes because Charmeleon wanted to battle Aerodactyl and forced himself to evolve so that he’d have the wings to do so. (Well, he also did want to save Ash, but that was a secondary issue.) But even so, at no point while Charmeleon was he obedient. None. And he didn’t start obeying again until the Orange Islands, when Ash rubbed his own hands raw to thaw the ice that had frozen Charizard. Only when Ash showed that level of devotion, love, and care did he win Charizard’s loyalty, respect, and trust. Only then. And that’s what makes their relationship so special, that it wasn’t just a situation where Ash captured Charmander and everything was fine from there, but that it developed and went through several stages and Ash really earned Charizard’s devotion. I’m not saying that relationships that don’t have that conflict aren’t as good, but this particular relationship was unique and stands out from Ash’s other pokémon because of all the different components to it. Despite the fire-starters being by and large abused rescues, Ash’s relationship with Charizard is still its own thing.

But this movie completely dismantles all of that. Yeah, they can’t put two seasons worth of relationship development into a single movie, but it bothers the hell out of me that they’re not even going to remotely try. Charizard isn’t Charizard anymore. He doesn’t have the same personality. If anything? If anything he’s more like Infernape, given that Cross is a recurring rival who discards Charmander because he’s weak (as Damien did do) and then continues to battle against him until Charizard ultimately wins, just as Infernape won against Paul in the end. They could have, then, just used Paul and Chimchar/Infernape, but I guess they figured that Infernape wouldn’t be as attention-grabbing as Charizard. Which, true---but at least then we wouldn’t have had Charizard’s personality and relationship with Ash completely gutted and replaced with Infernape 2.0. (And note, I’m not dissing Infernape, but I am angry that they just took that story, copy-pasted it over Charizard’s, and called it a day. Not to mention using an OC as a stand-in for Paul, when they could have just used Paul instead and accomplished the same fucking given that Cross = Paul in everything but appearance from the sounds of it.)

And you know what? THERE’S MORE!

“Either way it ends well, Ash even gets to fight Ho Oh but it happens off screen”

Oh, you know that thing everyone has wanted to happen for twenty years? Not in this piece of garbage movie lolololol

“Team Rocket is in the movie and is of no relevance whatsoever, Ash never actually meets them, you could remove all of their scenes and you wouldn’t notice”

It’s not the first time Team Rocket is irrelevant in a movie---they never interacted with Ash in the third movie either, for instance---but it bugs me far more here since their relationship with Ash is an important one and this is the 20th anniversary movie. Then again, with how much of a mess this movie is, maybe I should be grateful they’re spared the worst of it.

“However, at the end of the movie, Marshadow mind-controls an army of powerful pokemons and attacks Ash and Pikachu. Ash tries to protect him like he did for the spearows but Pikachu is too weakened to fight back this time. They’re both badly hurt and Ash begs Pikachu to get inside the pokeball to be safe. Then PIKACHU **ING TALKS AND TELLS HIM HE WANTS TO STAY BY HIS SIDE”

“Marshadow appears and possesses the feather and some wild Pokemon, and then begins attacking the humans. Marshadow even possesses Cross’s Lycanroc. It nearly kills Cross with an attack, but Charizard blocks the attack. Cross then has a change of heart and begins helping everyone. But they are all overwhelmed by the wild Pokemon, who attempt to attack Pikachu with a combined attack. In a move resembling the Spearow scene from episode 1, as well as the Mewtwo movie, Ash blocks the hit to protect Pikachu and appears to die. Ash’s body vanishes, leaving just his hat. Pikachu fires a huge Thunderbolt at Marshadow and mourns for Ash, who in the meantime has appeared in an alternate reality (like the afterlife). Ash sees Pikachu back in their world and tries to run toward him, but to no avail. In a touching scene that moved the audience, Pikachu speaks directly to Ash in Japanese and tells him ‘I want to be with you forever.’”

What . . . the ever-loving . . . fuck.

Like---I---okay, just---

I could understand, and even potentially be all for this, if Pikachu was still speaking in Pikaspeak and Ash just understood what Pikachu was saying. Because we’ve seen that for years! Ash has understood Pikachu perfectly for over a decade now, and potentially close to two. The idea that Pikachu could speak Pikaspeak and Ash understands him because they are platonic soulmates is one that I would totally be on-board with. It makes sense. By now, it makes sense.

But Pikachu actually speaking in Japanese? What the fuck? Pikachu can’t do that! He cannot! He does not have telepathy. He has not put himself through arduous training for over a year like Meowth did to learn how to speak the human language. He’s not even some weird anomaly like Slowking from the second movie. Pikachu. Cannot speak. A human language. I don’t give a fuck what language it is. I don’t care what the excuse is. Pikachu cannot do that. He cannot. He cannot. What the fuck is this nonsense I don’t even---

And then, like, the rest of it---Ash dying is nothing new. He dies in like half the movies. But we’re actually seeing an afterlife this time? Seriously? What the fuck kind of---does this mean that Arceus has also created a heaven? What is this afterlife styled after? Did we really need to put that into this movie, too?? And of course---

“Ho-Oh who resurrects him the same way he resurrected Entei Suicune and Raikou”

“Eventually, they reunite thanks to Ho-Oh and the Rainbow Feather, recreating the legend in which Ho-Oh grants life to the dead.”

So I guess Ash is literally immortal now? Since, yeah, Ho-Oh resurrects the fallen, but you’ll notice that Entei, Raikou, and Suicune haven’t died. So are they now trying to give us canonical reasoning for why Ash is perpetually ten? Is that what this is? Is that what we can take this as, despite this being a batshit crazy fucking mess that in no way, shape, or form makes sense with canon at all?? (And I mean, yeah, I have an Immortality AU, but that is an AU, for a fanfic, not an official movie!)

And then, two conflicting things:

“Also Makoto? Piplup girl? She’s Cynthia’s daughter. Enjoy that”

“Makoto goes home to her mom (she looked like Cynthia in the flashback but it’s probably not her)”

Tf.

Like, honestly, this whole thing is just . . . such a mess. Such a mess. Honestly, at this point, it’s probably for the best that Misty and Brock (and Gary) aren’t in this movie, because they wouldn’t deserve this fucking treatment. I mean, again, Misty would have absolutely gone off on Ash for speaking to Pikachu like that earlier in the film, and Brock wouldn’t stand for it either, so in that sense it’s good that it was Makoto and Souji instead, since I guess they’re the type to just stand back and let Ash do whatever bullshit he wants, but still. What the fucking hell. We wanted a 20th anniversary movie and we get this fucking bullshit nonsense instead. And again, to reiterate, Ash and Pikachu’s relationship is the most important one in the franchise and I would ordinarily be all for a huge climactic scene where their love and platonic soulmate bond saves the day and etc etc---but the execution sounds fucking terrible, on top of making absolutely no sense. (Plus, why the fuck is Marshadow even there? Tf does Marshadow have to do with anything outside of Alola promotion? Like, tf???)

So yeah, this whole thing sounds like a fucking mess. Honestly what the fuck. I can’t believe I was originally so excited for this movie. How the fucking turntables indeed.

[thran-duils]

Beauty, Reputation, and Wealth (Part 2)

Title: I Do Own You Pairing: Reader/AU!Castiel, Reader/OOC Summary: AU Castiel is part of the mob but also endowed with magic (based off of Grisha by Leigh Bardugo. So y’all, he still has his “grace”!). The reader is employed in a brothel and of course, his favorite. But, she starts to develop feelings for another… Words: 4,115 Warnings: Language, smut Author’s Note: If you want to be tagged, let me know! I’m using my regular Castiel tags but I can add to it! :)

Part 1 || Part 3 || Masterpost  || Fanfic masterpost

Oliver’s waistcoat was tailored perfectly to him, showing off his wealth. He kept it well hidden under a scummy coat he wore whenever he visited the Barrel though knowing fine clothes made him a target for a thief.

When he had walked into the parlor, it was midday or around then. There were rarely any visitors then and none of you ladies had even begun to prepare yourselves for the night. Usually men wouldn’t be allowed in to begin with at this time of day, but there were a special few who were allowed by Calista and the guards. Ones that they knew wouldn’t start trouble. Oliver was one of them.

Sam had let him by without any trouble at all. Oliver had always been kind to Sam – as well as the rest of the staff – and you guessed Sam had developed a friendly relationship with Oliver. Sam himself had run away from his family and come to the city. Something he somewhat shared with Oliver who didn’t feel a strong attachment to his family either.

Strolling into the room in front of Oliver, Sam’s eyes landed on you and he walked over. “Fancy a visit?” he asked you under his breath, trying to be inconspicuous. Although he knew you would more than likely say yes, he always liked to make sure, respecting your privacy as well as the other ladies employed there. He had a soft spot for all of you.

You nodded, “Of course.”

With a curt nod, Sam turned on his heel and walked around Oliver, leaving the room. Some of the girls were watching the pair of you while trying to remain inconspicuous. They were all interested in a man who came during the day rather than at night.

You knew the risk Oliver posed to himself by doing so considering his family’s wealth and status.

But he didn’t seem to care about that. Oliver smiled, grasping your hand. “Are you free?”

“For what?” you questioned, giving him a flirtatious smile.

Oliver shrugged, “A walk. Outside West Stave. The Lid perhaps?”

Almost blurting out a yes, you sat up in your seat. The idea of going out with him – in public – was a tempting offer. You rarely traveled outside the Barrel and cherished the times you were able to. But then you remembered what you were wearing: an indigo Lorena skirt and a black overbust corset. Your legs and arms exposed were not proper for going out of the Barrel, which was full of brothels, criminals, and others not held to quite high society standards.

You shrugged sheepishly before commenting to Oliver, “I suppose I should put something on to better block out the breeze from the harbor.”

As always, Oliver was a gentlemen, picking up on your subtle mention of your inappropriate attire. “If you wish. It is not too chilly outside, I do not think a jacket is required. But, whatever makes you comfortable. I will wait in the parlor,” Oliver informed you.

When you got upstairs, you opened your closet and bit your bottom lip. All of your clothing was, in majority, fit for your life here. What society would consider proper attire wasn’t in high demand in this place where you lived. You knew you had something though. You had bought an outfit for specific purposes such as this and it was in the back of your closet.

Pulling out your grey walking skirt and white Darlington blouse, you smiled to yourself. The fabric looked brand new, considering you had not had many opportunities to wear it. You snatched out your black, velvet belt as well to add a little more flair to the outfit and also to outline your figure without being too overt about it.

Donning your black lace gloves, you checked your hair once more before moving to leave your room. You grabbed your parasol on the way out of your room, colored black to match any outfit you were wearing.

Oliver grabbed his walking stick from beside the chair and met you when you entered the parlor again.

You noticed Calista watching the pair of you from the corner of the room. She looked wary as she always did when her girls were leaving the building without one of her own guards. You called out, “Don’t fret, Calista. Mr. Petrov has his Derringer. Hidden well but easily accessible in an emergency.” You looked at Oliver, a wide smile on your face. “Don’t you, dear?”

“Of course,” Oliver responded, giving an encouraging nod at Calista.

You also knew that Oliver’s walking stick was used for fashion as well as a weapon if need be. The handle detached, exposing the sharp dagger attached.

Calista smiled tightly. “Perhaps you should invest in a pistol, Mr. Petrov.”

Oliver didn’t take insult to this. He merely bowed his head towards her slightly. “I will keep her safe, Miss. I promise.”

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The cobblestones had been freshly redone by the pier and you admired the handiwork as you walked. Oliver had been making small talk, asking you about yourself, as he always did. You tried to ask him questions about himself as well but he would give you short answers and defer back to you. He did not like speaking about his father and even more so his mother, who he had once told you while intoxicated was quite cruel to his younger siblings. “Keeping up the façade of a loving, wealthy family,” he had rambled to you as you took him up the stairs to get him away from prying eyes. Most were as inebriated as him at that point but you hadn’t wanted to risk someone overhearing him for his sake. You did not know whether or not he remembered confiding that in you the next morning, so you did not bring it up again.

“A flower for the lady?” a ragged looking salesman asked from a chair. He held a bouquet of roses in his hands.

Oliver considered for a moment and flipped a coin into the man’s hand. “Yes, of course.” The coni was worth more than the man had wanted to be sure and you could tell when his eyes lit up seeing the coin. “Just that one there,” Oliver added, pointing at one on the outside of the bunch. It was still fairly closed and had time yet to bloom.

The man handed it over and thanked Oliver profusely for his generosity. Oliver looped his arm in yours once again, handing you the rose.

“That could get you robbed,” you mentioned to him as the pair of you continued your way down the pier.

“What?” Oliver inquired.

Nodding your head back at the man with the roses, you explained, “Giving away that much money for a rose.”

Oliver looked caught, a sheepish smile on his face. He nodded in agreement, “That it could. Good point, Y/N.” He paused and then added, “But, I figured it was worth it. Both for you and also for the man who looked down on his luck. You can’t always hide.”

This made you smile warmly at him. He was kind. It was one of the things you liked about him.

Suddenly Oliver looked shifty and you furrowed your brow when you noticed. “Oliver?”

This caught his attention and he looked over at you, noticing your expression. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, speaking of riches made me think of something.”

You ventured. “What of?”

“The man you were with the other night,” Oliver started to say. You inhaled deeply, knowing this was going to come up eventually. You had prepared yourself and were ready for his questions. Oliver looked hesitant as he pressed on, “I recognized him. He is one of the Bratva is he not?” The Bratva did business with Oliver’s father every once in a while you knew. His father’s record was definitely not squeaky clean. You nodded in confirmation. “He is also Grisha.”

Again, you nodded. You smiled in passing at a man, Erik, who owned a shop you visited frequently for sweets and other treats. He gave you a tight lipped smile, leaning on the wall near a window of his shop, smoking a cigarette. You had tried to tell him that that was going to kill him someday. At least he never smoked around his product, knowing that it would taint his products.

Turning your attention back to Oliver, you said quietly looking ahead, “It is why I ask you to only come on certain days. He does get jealous and likes his time with me. His temper and his… power are something I keep in mind.”

“Are you frightened of him?” Oliver asked you, the question surprising you.

Laughing a little, you responded, “No. He does not frighten me.”

“He’s married, is he not?” Oliver asked quietly.

Your words caught in your throat at the mention of Castiel’s wife. Just a couple of nights ago, you had been irritated at the thought of her and it wasn’t any different now. Swallowing sharply, you answered, “Yes, he is.” You forced yourself to throw a smile at Oliver, “And many of the men who visit our establishment are.”

Oliver’s voice was quiet, so quiet you barely heard him. “I’m not.”

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling you felt at him mentioning this, you replied airily, “I know you’re not, Oliver. Don’t be silly!”

The conversation hit a lull and the two of you walked in silence. The noise of the dock kept the surroundings alive, filling the quiet between the two of you. Seagulls called overhead, ropes creaked keeping ships in place, men shouted at each other while loading up or unloading, and the bustle of the crowd around the pair of you moved swiftly. You didn’t know where Oliver had been going with his last statement but you were going to let it rest for now. It was better for him to not speak of marriage with someone of your situation , no matter his intentions.

“Are you hungry?” Oliver asked interrupting your thoughts. You nodded and he smiled, “It’s on me then.”

You could tell that’s not where he wanted the conversation to end. But, like you, he knew it was best left alone for now.

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A few nights later, you sat on the chair in front of your vanity, pushing your hair over your shoulders. You were draped in your slate and accented pink rose colored Cassandra dressing gown. It was frivolous but you loved being in it. It made you feel more wealthy than you actually were. Calista forbid any of you girls who owned one to wear it outside of your rooms. Wearing an extravagant dressing gown was her trademark downstairs when mingling with customers and possible business ventures. It made her stand out from the girls who were wearing corsets, skirts, and other lingerie.

It was late and you were taking your earrings off in front of your mirror on your vanity when you heard a sharp knock at the door. Frowning you placed your earrings down in your jewelry box before turning around in your seat. You made to get up but your door opened before you could do so. Whoever was coming in felt like they did not have to wait for your response.

Castiel walked into the room, looking a little unsteady. Your heart skipped a beat, as it always did, when you saw him. His eyes landed on you before he kicked his foot back, closing the door a little harder than you were sure he meant to. He looked determined his eyes roaming you.

He must have taken his jacket off downstairs for on the top, he was only in his crimson, cavalier vest and white dress shirt. “What is with the robe?” he asked you, sauntering over towards you.

“I was getting ready for bed.”

“It is only midnight,” Castiel responded, reaching you. He reached out, playing with a string of your hair.

You nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes. It’s late. Most people have gone off home or gone to bed.”

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His eyes lit up at the mention of going to bed. Castiel leaned down, pushing his lips to yours. Your back hit up against the vanity as he attacked your mouth with his own. You felt his hand at your ear, holding your face as his tongue begged for entrance. You granted him it and his tongue swirled around your own. The kiss was hungry and desperate.

“I am here to go to bed,” Castiel breathed heavily in between kisses.

His hand dropped and he pulled himself away, his eyes running down your body. He looked pleased seeing you were already naked underneath your robe. Dragging his hand down to the ribbon on your robe, he untied it quickly. He pushed it off your shoulders and brought you towards him, letting it fall off your body.

Your breasts caught his attention and his fingers brushed across your hardening nipples as he grinned down at you. He walked backwards to the bed and sat down on the edge of it, leaving you standing.

Castiel grabbed the back of your neck roughly, shoving you down roughly to your knees in between his legs.

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You looked up at him, your face centimeters from the arousal prominent in his trousers. Playing his game, you gave him a sensual smile before reaching your tongue out and running it over his length through his pants. Castiel threw his head back, letting out a groan, his hand tightening up in your hair. You reached up unbuttoning his trousers. He let go of your hair to allow you to undress him on his bottom half, tossing his boots and bottoms aside.

As soon as you had finished he stood up from the bed. You made to put your hands on his hips, reading to pleasure him but he stopped you, grasping onto one of your wrists, stopping your movement in the air.

“Get on the bed.”

Frowning to yourself slightly, you hid your confusion well from him. Instead of asking questions, you did as he asked, pushing yourself up and crawled onto the bed, facing him. You pulled your hair over one of your shoulders, playing with it as he unbuttoned his vest and undershirt.

Castiel closed the space between the two of you, his hand reaching out and running down your face, cupping your jaw affectionately. There was something swimming behind his eyes. He had taken something downstairs but you had not smelled or tasted alcohol on his breath. It must have been a drug of some sort. They were abundant here.

He looked on at you with a – dare you say – loving look in his eye and you reached up, touching his hand softly, staring back at him. His thumb traced over your lips and you gave it a soft kiss, sucking it in softly.

This seemed to light his fire again. His hand fell quickly and he resumed removing his clothes.

Undoing his tie, Castiel loomed over you. Grasping your wrists he began looping the tie around them and then gave you a tug. “Up,” he commanded you. You immediately knew what he was going to do and you followed his order. When you were at the head of the bed, he tied the other end of the tie around the metal headboard of the bed. There were butterflies in your stomach. He did this from time to time, wanting to be in complete control and take you roughly. He yanked on the end of the tie, tightening the knot. He had left a bit of length in between you and the headboard, which struck you as odd, but you went with it.

When he was assured it was tight enough, he threw off his vest and dress shirt onto the ground next to his trousers. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself over you.

Moving down, he laid wet kisses on your jawline and neck. He merely breathed on your breasts. Your nipples were already hard and his hot breath sent a shiver through you. He ignored them on purpose beyond that to tease you, choosing instead to trace his hand down your abdomen and in between your thighs.

His fingers dipped into your sex, rubbing you softly. You looked at him, searching his face. He was intently watching your pussy move around his fingers as he thrusted them slowly in and out. You desperately wanted him to increase his movements. You pushed your hips up slightly, trying to get his fingers to go deeper.

Castiel stopped mid movement, his fingers inside you. He turned his head to look at you, a slightly vexed look in his eyes and you bit your lip immediately, trying to look innocent. You had let your desire get the better of you and you knew he was in a mood. He wanted to control the speed at which tonight went when he was in these types of moods and you had challenged him, small as the challenge had been.

“You want it harder, angel?” he asked you in an even voice.

Part of you wanted to answer no and part wanted to answer yes. Each answer had its own benefits and consequences depending on which way Castiel decided to lean with his action.

You’d already gone this far in pushing him. What was a little more?

“Yes,” you replied timidly.

Castiel studied you for a moment before you felt his thumb move up, brushing your clit. Your breath hitched as he began to circle it slowly, his fingers beginning to move in and out again. Your eyes closed against the sensation.

Suddenly, his speed began increasing. Strangled gasps left your throat as he began fingering you with fervor. It was almost too much, too fast. Your breath was coming out in short gasps and moans, your sex wetting Castiel’s fingers.

“Mhm… please…” you got out. Castiel ignored you, continuing his focus on fingering your pussy. “Castiel, please!” you tried again, just as breathless as before. You thought he was going to ignore you again when a few seconds went by but he met your eyes, his hand leaving your dripping sex.

His mouth was on yours again as he leaned over you. He left bruising kisses along your jawline, nipping every so often. His hand snaked underneath your back, pulling you up towards him a bit, holding you close as he resumed his passionate embrace with you.

Castiel exhaled sharply before flipping you onto your stomach, – explaining the extra length to allow for him to do this without hurting your wrists. Castiel ran his hands up your ass and your back, a pleased noise leaving his mouth. He loved touching you. You felt his cock brush your ass as he leaned down, rutting against you as he pressed his skin to yours. He kissed your shoulder and giving it a light bite and you keened, moving your head to look at him.

He reached up, his fingers running along your lips before he pushed them against your lips. You let them in and you sucked on them slowly, keeping eye contact with him. His eyes were hooded with lust watching you run your tongue over his fingers and suck them back into your mouth. He groaned before pulling them out and grasping your chin, pulling you towards him. He planted a rough kiss on your lips before pushing away from you.

Gripping your hips, he yanked them up into the air before entering you with a swift thrust. You were at his mercy more than ever as he began to pound into you mercilessly.

Tears stung your eyes at the intensity of it. On one time, his cock felt amazing, heat pooling in your core and increasing quickly. But at the same time, it was painful considering your inability to adjust your position.

Castiel’s thrusts subsided and you could hear his heavy breathing over the roar in your ears finally. He slowed his pace, grunting. He needed a few moments before he could resume fucking you as hard as he had been. Reaching down underneath you, he circled your clit.

You knew he did not need to do this considering his heartrending power of controlling bodies, specifically organs. He had toyed with this before, playing with your heart and muscles. The orgasm had been intense, almost to the point it had hurt. From time to time, he would perform his skills again but more often than not, he liked to bring you to a finish without his power.

You pushed back on him, whimpering in pleasure wanting more stimulation. You heard a soft chuckle behind you. It pleased him to witness you coming undone in front of him. And you gladly would do it over and over again for him too.

His voice was low and gravely, “You like getting pounded, angel?”

“Yes, sir,” you gasped out as he increased his pressure on your nub.

“You look so delectable, baby,” he husked, his hand on your hip tightening as he let out a more powerful thrust. You bit your bottom lip, as he increased his speed, although not up to the same intensity he had been before.

Breathlessly, you told him, “I love feeling you fuck me. Use me like you own me!”

Something flashed across Castiel’s face and he swooped down, gripping you underneath the chin. Against your ear, he breathed, “I do own you, doll.” You shivered at his statement, practically melting in his hand. “Don’t ever forget it,” he added, his lips brushing your ear.

The warmth you had felt against your cheek was gone in a second and you let out a raspy breath, trying to clear your thoughts. He knew how to play you like a fiddle.

Adjusting, Castiel’s hand was on your back, pushing you down as his other hand gripped your hip to give him better control. He mused from behind you, “My little fuck doll. Let me show you how much I own you” before he slammed back in at the same brutal pace as he had been before. Your body jolted with his movements, the pleasure amplifying for you without reprieve.

He was hitting your g spot with precision and continuously. You mewled loudly, trying to free your hands from your bond to be able to get better grounding. But it was no use. You relented to lay there and just drown in him pounding into you from behind.

The heat pooling erupted in you and you cried out, crying his name. Your pussy clenched around him and you felt his fingers dig into your hips, no doubt feeling the increase in tightness.

“Say it again!” Castiel demanded over the roar in your ears.

You gasped out, still shaking from your orgasm, “Castiel!”

Castiel slammed into one final time before you felt him release, shouting as he came in hot spurts. He collapsed onto the bed next to you after a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He swallowed still trying to catch his breath, his eyes closed.

Watching him for a few seconds, you waited for him to reach over and release you. When a few moments had passed, you moved a little, shaking the headboard a bit to get it to make a little noise.

Castiel’s eyes opened and he looked over at you. You were giving him a pleading look.

“You mean you don’t want to stay there all night and think about all the fun you just had?” he taunted.

“I would like to think about it but I would rather do it curled up in your arms,” you replied smartly.

Smirking a bit, Castiel reached up and untied the tie from the headboard and removed it from your wrists before tossing it on the ground towards where his pile of clothes should be. You moved into his arms and he informed you, “I must leave soon.” Your face fell and he noticed. Sighing, he chided you, “Don’t look at me like that. I need to get home before sunrise.”

Shifting, you gave him an innocent look and tried, “There are hours before sunrise.”

Castiel said nothing and you stayed quiet as well, waiting for him to make a decision. Finally, he sighed, adjusting himself further into the bed, pulling the blankets around the pair of you. You smiled to yourself, knowing you had won. You snuggled down into his arms, inhaling his musk. His skin was still shiny from the sweat caused from your romp, as was yours. But there were few places you would rather be than there in that moment.

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