#Shout out to that one post during the try guys scandal

[simplecatgirl]

I retained the fact that the Ned from Try Guys fiasco showed a lot of people's asses in that people assume everything an online creator shows in their life is 100% accurate and also the fact that something as interpersonal as cheating don't have clear public signs.

Like i get people being sad that their favorite creator turns out to be shitty. But instead of learning the lesson of that you don't personally know the creator so don't put all your stocks on them, it somehow comes out as, "Now I know truly 100% accurate signs that someone I follow is a bad person, which it totally wouldn't set me up for failure."

it feels like every time a random male celebrity is outed as an abuser, social media armchair psychologists want to use that as proof that like. painting your nails, or dying your hair or openly loving you're wife or being a scorpio or whatever completely begin trait that particular celebrity had are secret signs that someone's a secret abuser, and like i genuinely don't know where to go, if people aren't gonna realize that literally any celebrity is capable of "secretly being a shitty person" because you do not know these people.

[bard-llama]

WiP Wednesday: Dragon Mama Zuko

Okay, so I have this new ‘verse that I’ll start posting tomorrow (under a side account, but apparently I’m terrible at keeping things separate, so...)

Anyway, the premise of this series is that the Masters (Ran and Shaw) choose Zuko to help repopulate the dragon species. Zuko is not delighted about this, because he basically ends up pregnant with a dragon egg. Anyway, here are some of my favorite scenes because I’m still stuck on Ch 2, but am working on Ch 8, so... yeah. Set during/after The Firebending Masters. Also, this thing is at 20k, so there are a lot of scenes here oops.

TW: eggpreg, crack treated (moderately) seriously 

Shaking himself, Sokka shouted for the others and headed towards the main landing they all gathered on. Appa would probably land there.

There were three odd things he noticed immediately. 

One – Aang was standing in the saddle while Zuko was actually the one holding Appa’s reins. 

Two – Aang’s voice was exasperated as he insisted, “your balance is still messed up, Zuko. You’re gonna fall. Just let me–”

“I’m not gonna fall!” Zuko snapped angrily, jumping down. He did manage to stick the landing, but like… barely. There was definitely some wobbling that Aang hurried to stabilize.

Three – Zuko looked… weird.

“Uh,” Sokka said. “Welcome back?” Was he supposed to ask about the whole weirdly big belly thing or–?

“Hey Twinkletoes, hey Sparky!” Toph called loudly, stomping into the area. Then she paused. “Uh, Sparky, why do you have two heartbeats?”

“What!?”

Well, if they were gonna acknowledge it…

“Better question,” Sokka said, “why do you look pregnant?”

Zuko flushed bright red and huffed out an irritated breath.

“Technically…” Aang started, and Zuko glared at him.

“Aang!” Katara raced to their sides, immediately pulling Aang into a hug – and not so subtly checking him over for any bruises or burns. She didn’t even notice the weirdness of Zuko’s whole look until she was satisfied that Aang was safe and turned to glare at her favorite person to hate.

Then she blinked. 

“What the fuck!?” she blurted out, and Sokka and Toph both led out scandalized gasps.

“Watch your language, Sugar Queen!” Toph scolded, a grin tugging at her lips.

“Seriously, though,” Sokka waved emphatically to gesture to the weirdness of this, “why does Zuko look pregnant? Aang, did you knock the Fire Prince up?” he joked.

Both Zuko and Aang turned scarlet. “What!?” they yelped, oddly in sync. “No!”

Sokka paused. “Wow. That was very convincing. So I repeat my sister’s sentiment: what the fuck?”

“Sparky, are you really pregnant?” Toph demanded. “Where’s the other heartbeat coming from? It’s kinda… weird. Though I guess I haven’t sensed that many pregnant people’s heartbeats.” She frowned in consideration and Sokka suddenly saw an involuntary trip to find pregnant people in his future.

“...sort of?” Zuko said weakly. His face was so flushed that steam was literally starting to rise from his head, which was honestly kind of awesome and hilarious, but Sokka valiantly maintained a straight face.

“You said you were going to an abandoned island,” Katara said, an edge in her tone that was moderately menacing, even though Aang was fine and Zuko was the one somehow pregnant.

A year ago, Sokka never would’ve believed this could be his life.

Aang cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. “Yeah, so um. The abandoned island was not so abandoned. Also, turns out there are still dragons! Two of them, in fact. And um. No others. Yet. But there will be. Now. ‘Cause of Zuko.”

Zuko groaned, covering his face. His ears were still burning red. 

“...what?”

“Hold on.” Toph had a look of horrified delight on her face. “Are you trying to say that Sparky got knocked up by dragons!?”

Aang shrugged and Zuko let out an annoyed sound, dragging his hands down his face and gritting out, “more or less.”

“What!?”

“Hey guys,” Haru’s voice from behind them made Sokka jump and he whirled around to see their three other companions. “Everything okay?”

“Um.” Was okay a word that could be applied to this situation? “Zuko is pregnant with a dragon,” he said blankly.

Zuko sighed.

“...I’m sorry, what!?” 

Sokka could see the moment Haru, The Duke, and Teo got a good look at the Fire Prince, because their faces turned to a confused kind of fascination. 

This time it was The Duke who swore. “What the fuck?”

Katara gasped. “Who taught him that word!?”

“Katara, you literally said it like half a minute ago,” Sokka pointed out. The answer was most definitely ‘Toph and Zuko’, because they swore like sailors and egged each other on, but there was no need to remind Katara of how much she hated Zuko.

She never really forgot.

“...weren’t you going to learn firebending or something?” Teo asked slowly.

Zuko huffed a breath, then answered. “Yeah. We went to the Sun Warriors temple – and apparently they didn’t die off thousands of years ago. They are also hiding the last dragons in existence.”

Sokka needed a moment to digest that, but Zuko went barrelling ahead.

“The Sun Warriors – who are dicks, by the way – claim the dragons chose me to help repopulate the species because fuck me, I guess and blah blah blah fate and destiny and bloodlines and shit. So, um. Yeah, I’m pregnant with a dragon’s egg. No, I do not want to talk about it.”

“I have… so many questions,” Sokka breathed. 

“Too bad,” Zuko snapped. “Did you manage to hunt anything while we were gone?”

A little later:

Haru raised his hand. “Can we go back to the part where he’s pregnant?”

“With a dragon!?” Teo added.

“No.” Zuko’s voice was final. “Is anyone allergic to peanuts?”

Slightly later:

“Um. Okay? I’ll… go do that?” Zuko suggested awkwardly, more than aware that they preferred to keep him in sight.

Sokka glanced at the others. Yeah, they needed a moment alone with Aang. “Go ahead,” he encouraged and Zuko’s eyebrow arched slightly, but he didn’t question it, instead slipping away to get the supplies from his room and head to the kitchen.

Or – trying to slip away. Apparently Aang’s comment about his balance wasn’t unfounded because he ended up running directly into the wall.

Sokka tried very, very hard not to laugh as Zuko swore loudly and emphatically. And creatively, with several suggestions of what the Sun Warriors and the dragons could do with themselves. Was that even anatomically possible?

“Zuko!” Katara hissed, covering The Duke’s ears. The Duke wiggled out of her grasp, looking like he’d been gifted a present. Toph’s face was mildly impressed and highly amused.

“Ugh!” Zuko threw his hands up in as close to a temper tantrum as he’d thrown since joining them and stomped off down the hallway, grumbling about dragons under his breath.

They all watched him leave for a long moment, then turned back to Aang.

Sokka decided to be the one to start. “What – and I mean this with all my heart – the fuck, Aang?”

Over dinner:

That thought was extremely uncomfortable, so Sokka quickly sought to distract himself. Fortunately, there was a very distraction-worthy source sitting right across the fire from him, next to Aang (which, actually, was kind of interesting, because usually Aang chose to sit next to Katara, and she stayed as far away from Zuko as possible).

“Soooooo,” Sokka drawled, calling attention to himself. He held out his hands and counted on his fingers, “you can cook, you’re pregnant, you’ve got longish hair – are you sure you’re not a girl?”

“Sokka!” Katara snapped at him and oops, okay, he could maybe see why that question annoyed her.

“Actually,” Zuko started and everyone turned to stare at him. He blinked. “Um. No. I am definitely biologically male. But uh, clearly,” he gestured unnecessarily at his rounded stomach, “I’m gonna need a disguise.”

“...what does this have to do with being a girl?”

“Because that’s the disguise,” Zuko said. “Obviously.”

Sokka blinked. “Wait,” he said slowly, “are you saying you would voluntarily pretend to be a woman? Why!?”

Zuko just shrugged, looking remarkably unperturbed. “Why not?”

That just made Sokka sputter in response and Katara pressed her lips tightly together to keep from acknowledging that she was on Zuko’s side in this.

“The Fire Nation doesn’t really have gender roles in the same way the Water Tribes do,” Aang said. “They’re not as loosey duck-goosey as Air Nomads, but–”

“Loosey duck-goosey?” Zuko repeated disbelievingly. “Seriously?”

Aang laughed. “I mean, we are pretty casual about it. And we have over fifty different words for genders.”

Zuko frowned. “Fifty? I only remember like… thirty?”

“Oh yeah, there’s–” Aang started to describe the Air Nomad perspective on gender, but to be honest, Sokka kinda tuned it out, more focused on his food.

Later in the conversation:

“King Bumi?” Zuko asked. “Of Omashu?”

“Yeah! He became King later, though. Not really sure how?”

“Omashu’s King is chosen by tourney combat,” Zuko informed them. “The idea being that the victor is the strongest earthbender in the world.”

“Welp, I’m gonna have to become a King now,” Toph announced and Zuko chuckled. 

“I think you actually have to do the job, unfortunately,” he told her.

“Eh, that’s what advisors are for,” Toph scoffed, and Zuko full out laughed at that.

Sokka suddenly realized that he’d never heard Zuko laugh with anything except bitterness before.

A serious moment in the same convo:

After a moment, Aang asked, “would Azula really hurt her? Aren’t they friends?”

Zuko sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “With Azula, familiarity actually makes it worse.”

“What does that mean?”

“It’s…” Zuko paused, thinking about his words. “When she’s interested in you, she wants to see you react. If she doesn’t care about you, then as long as you don’t inconvenience her, you’re safe.”

“That’s not how siblings are supposed to be!” Aang burst out and Zuko scowled at him, but he turned to Sokka and Katara. “Tell him!”

Katara lips quirked into a mean little smile. “I dunno,” she said. “If he was my brother, I’d happily drown him.”

Sokka winced. He got that she hated Zuko, but jeez.

Zuko just nodded, though. “She tried once,” he said casually. “Usually she was more of a fan of smothering, but I’d told her how Father saved me from drowning when I was five or so and she got jealous.”

“Your sister tried to drown you!?” Haru asked shrilly.

“I was just glad we were on Ember Island and not at the palace,” Zuko said as if nothing was the matter. “By the time we got back, she lost interest in that, so the turtleducks were safe.”

“...turtleducks?” Sokka asked with great caution. Zuko was being way too casual about near death experiences.

“Oh, um,” Zuko flushed, clearing his throat. “There’s a turtleduck pond at the palace. I spent a lot of time there. But it can be dangerous if Azula knows you care about something.”

“Why do you care about someone like that?” Aang demanded. “All she does is hurt you!”

Zuko just stared back blankly. “She’s my sister.”

“And Ozai’s your father,” Sokka pointed out. “So what happens when we face him?”

Zuko froze, face unreadable. “Are you asking me to help murder my father?”

“No!” Aang cried out. “We can stop him without killing him!”

“Really?” Toph asked bluntly. “How?”

“I–” Aang faltered. “I don’t know. But we have to.”

“Why?” Katara said, voice level. “If anyone deserves to die, it’s him. Think about all the death he’s caused.”

Aang shook his head. “I can’t take a life. I can’t.”

Sokka noticed Zuko closing his eyes, looking pained. So he wasn’t wholly shocked when Zuko spoke, but somehow he still really was.

“You… might have to,” Zuko whispered.

“What?”

“He–” Zuko swallowed hard. “He’s my Father. I don’t want you to kill him. But he – he won’t stop. Not unless he’s stopped.”

“Then we find another way to stop him,” Aang said firmly. “I can’t kill him. I won’t. Air Nomads consider all life sacred. I can’t – I’m already all that’s left,” he said quietly, voice hoarse. “I can’t betray our teachings. I can’t.”

“Okay,” Sokka heard himself say before he knew he was going to. But fuck, it wasn’t like he could argue with that. “I’ll… try to think of something.”

Aang’s smile was watery, but genuine and it made the commitment worth it.

From a later chapter:

Zuko nodded. “If there were a lot of troops captured, I’m not sure where they’d keep them all. They might spread them out across different prisons. But the leaders – those they’ll keep at the Boiling Rock.”

“The what?”

“Boiling Rock,” Zuko repeated. “It’s the highest security prison in the Fire Nation and it’s located on an island in the middle of a boiling lake inside a volcano. It’s inescapable.”

“Oh,” Sokka said, voice small. He chewed on his lip, thinking about what to do next. He had to rescue his dad. He had to. The entire invasion place was his idea and he’d made the call to keep going, instead of retreating when everyone would’ve made it safely out. It was his fault. He had to be the one to fix it. 

“I’m going with you,” Zuko said.

Sokka blinked. Could Zuko read minds? “What?”

Zuko sent him a flat lool. “You’re about to do something stupid,” he said, and before Sokka could deny it, he continued, “I recognize the signs. I’ve done a lot of stupid shit myself. But if you’re gonna do something stupid, be smart about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I inspected the prison for my Father about a month before the eclipse,” Zuko murmured. “Breaking out of the prison is impossible. However… it could be possible to break in. But not alone.”

Sokka was quiet for a moment. “It might be a one-way trip,” he whispered.

“Not if we do it right,” Zuko countered. “So let’s make a plan. That’s your thing, right? I can tell you what I know about the prison and its layout.”

Biting his lip, Sokka glanced back at the fire-lit circle they’d left. “I – I don’t want to tell anyone,” he said quietly.

Zuko tilted his head. “Why?”

“This was my fault. It’s my mistake and I have to fix it. I have to regain my honor.”

“That’s something I happen to know a bit about,” Zuko said with a wry smile. “And here’s the thing I learned about honor – it’s not something that you manage alone.”

Sokka frowned. “What does that mean?”

“Honor doesn’t exist in a vacuum,” Zuko said. “It comes from our actions and how those affect other people. And to treat those other people honorably, sometimes you have to ask for help.”

Scoffing, Sokka crossed his arms. “Sorry, are you seriously saying that?”

Zuko rolled his eyes, “I said it was something I’d learned, not something I figured out how to do yet. Anyway, the point is, don’t rule out the others’ skills and capabilities when thinking about how to do this. If you wanna keep it quiet, fine. But we should at least tell Toph.”

“What?” Sokka blinked. “Why?”

“Because she can help us build a miniature of the prison for you to use,” Zuko said. “But mostly because she’s already eavesdropping on us and will be pissed if we don’t.”

“Oh.”

A tongue clicked, “busted.” Toph laughed. “So, what can I do for you gentlemen?”

“Not sure Zuko counts as a gentleman,” Sokka muttered, covering his face. This was spiraling out of his control rapidly. 

“Hey!” Zuko looked offended. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m not a man! I mean, I’m not, but like, there’s no correlation!”

“What’dya mean, ‘you’re not’?”

Zuko shrugged, “I thought I was for a long time, but turns out, I’m not.”

“So… what are you?” Sokka asked, and even Toph looked curious.

“I think only the Air Nomads have a word for it,” Zuko said, “but I’m some flavor of nonbinary. They have more specific words, but none really felt right.”

“Nonbinary,” Toph repeated. “What’s that mean?”

“Mm, it can mean a lot of things, but for me, it’s like something in between man and woman? But also like, not part of the spectrum at all? I dunno, it’s kinda hard to describe.”

“Hmm. I like it,” Toph decided. 

“You should talk with Aang about how Air Nomads view gender,” Zuko advised. “I mean, like he mentioned, they have over fifty different words for very specific genders, so…”

“See, that much is just too overwhelming,” Sokka said.

“Yeah, that’s why I choose nonbinary,” Zuko nodded. “It can be an umbrella for a lot of things, but it’s also… simple. Er, I guess.”

“Cool cool,” Toph said. “By the way, you two sneaking off to talk looks super suspicious, so the others definitely think you’re up to something. Which you are, but we can’t let Sugar Queen ruin our fun.”

“...our?” Sokka asked with some measure of resignation.

“Yeah, I’m definitely coming,” Toph said. “You’re going to a big hunk of metal, right? So the world’s only metalbender might come in handy.”

“She’s not wrong,” Zuko pointed out.

The next day:

“What happened?” Aang asked, stepping further into the kitchen to stand between Katara and Zuko.

“I told him who gave me my scar,” Zuko said, something tired and resigned in his voice. Sokka was kind of surprised to discover that he didn’t like it. Zuko was many things, but defeated had never been one of them. 

“Oh.” Aang’s face did something complicated, shadowed with horror, grief, and heartbreak.

“So… should we ask who?” Haru ventured uncertainly.

Zuko’s lips twisted. “They can tell you,” he said, waving at Aang and Sokka. 

Then, literally in the span of seconds, he was suddenly gone. Sokka blinked, trying to figure out where he might’ve gone, brain lagging with fatigue.

Aang ran towards one of the huge open air windows that lit up the kitchen (sunrise had begun). “Zuko!” he shouted, something like panic in his voice.

There was an annoyed groan from somewhere above them. “I’m fine,” Zuko said, still sounding so utterly tired that it made Sokka’s body feel heavier in sympathy. “I’m going to meditate. You can skip today’s, but you’re doing extra sets. Find me when you’re done.”

Sokka listened hard, hoping he would be able to figure out where Zuko was, but once he finished speaking, there was no noise at all.

“How did he even do that?”

“Zuko’s a ninja,” Aang said seriously, slowing moving away from the window with a frown. “He did break into Pohuai, so he’s probably fine climbing around the temple. And he’s been here before…” 

“Why does it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?” Toph asked.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up.” Haru held up his hands. “He broke into Pohuai Stronghold!? When? How?”

“What even is Pohuai Stronghold?” Sokka asked.

This time it was Aang who sighed explosively. “Okay, so, it was just a couple of weeks after I first woke up. We flew through a really bad storm, and Katara and Sokka got sick.”

“You made us suck on frogs!” Sokka said accusingly.

“...what?” Haru looked completely lost. 

“I found an herbalist nearby and she said that they had to suck on the frozen river frogs,” Aang explained. “So I went to go get some. But I was attacked and captured – by Zhao.”

Haru’s face showed no signs of recognizing the name.

“Admiral Sideburns,” Sokka provided.

“Ooooh,” both Toph and Haru said. 

“At the time, Zuko and Zhao were both hunting me. But even then, I don’t think Zuko would’ve ever strung me up like that and threatened – well.” Aang cleared his throat. “Um, so I was captured by Zhao and I couldn’t move like at all, not really. I would not have been able to get out of there without help.”

“You said it was Zuko,” Sokka murmured, “who saved you.”

“To capture you for himself,” Katara corrected.

“Maybe,” Aang shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll ask him some time. But whatever his reason, he helped me and he committed treason to do it. And I think it cost him, too. Did you know Zhao blew up his ship?”

“Wait, seriously?”

Aang nodded. “Um, anyway, Zuko rescued me from Pohuai Stronghold. He managed to sneak in, cut off my restraints – oh yeah, did you know he has swords, too? – and we almost got out without incident just by sneaking. Zuko is like really good at sneaking. And I’ve seen him scale a building, so climbing up the temple shouldn’t be that hard.”

“...he literally walked into a wall yesterday,” Haru pointed out.

“Yeah, but that was because – oh monkeyfeathers! He’s still pregnant!” Aang slapped his hand to his face, then leaned out the window and called, “Zuko! Come back! You’re gonna fall!”

There was no response.

“Should we… look for him?” Sokka suggested slowly, not quite sure how worried he should be.

“Eh, he’s fine,” Katara sniffed.

“Relax, Twinkletoes, he really is fine,” Toph announced, wiggling her toes. “And honestly, if he’s already compensated this well for the new weight distribution and shit, then I wanna see what he’s like with swords.”

“You can’t see anything,” Sokka said, extremely proud of himself for catching the joke. But his amusement faded as he thought about it. “Neither can he. Er, I mean, not from that eye, anyway.”

“Oh.”

A little bit later in the same convo, but after Aang leaves:

Sokka sighed, catching Haru’s eye over his sister’s shoulder. He jerked his head slightly to the side and Haru nodded, quietly slipping away.

“Katara,” Sokka said. “Talk to me.”

“About what?” she asked, a mulish twist to her mouth that indicated she knew exactly what.

“I get being mad at Zuko. I get not liking him. But–”

“But you’re being a bitch,” Toph said bluntly.

“Excuse me!?” Katara screeched. “Have you forgotten what he’s done!?”

“I remember,” Sokka said. “I can also see that the Zuko who’s here with us now is miles different from the Zuko that crashed into our village. Which he even apologized for.”

Katara scoffed.

“You just learned that a kid had his face burned off by his father,” Toph said, “and your response was to call him stupid. Yeah, you’re being a bitch.”

Sokka held his hands up placatingly, “look, we’re not asking you to be friends. But could you maybe lighten up a little? Where’s the girl who faked Appa being sick just to help some Fire Nation villagers, huh? You said you’d never turn your back on anyone who needs you.”

“Zuko doesn’t need me,” Katara spat. “And I wouldn’t help him if he did!”

“We all know that’s a lie,” Toph said.

“No, it’s not! He’s – he’s – he deserves–”

“Don’t you dare finish that, Katara,” Sokka warned. “He told me he can’t really see or hear on his left side at all. He said he was used to it and that the dragons must’ve healed him because he isn’t in pain anymore. As in, he’s been in probably constant pain for three years, Katara. I don’t care what he’s done, you can’t wish that on anybody.”

Katara swallowed hard. “He’s the face of the Fire Nation. He’s everything I hate about them,” she whispered.

“Is he, though?” Toph asked, voice surprisingly gentle. “Or is that what you want him to be so that you can hate him?”

Katara didn’t answer.

Okay, I think that’s all for now lol. Hope you enjoyed!

[pohtiongho]

The Story of a Greedy Man

This guy was telling me that when a gigantic tree had been chopped down, all the evil and greedy monkeys would be exposed. These monkeys would be running everywhere, scheming, plotting, and plundering. History has never been short of such incidents, because that was part of human nature.

This greedy man was very interested to overthrow the existing government.  He had been running down the good name of the statesmen in the ruling government.  I told him that if he was sincere, he should join the Opposition, help to run the party, and maybe he could stand out and be on the top.  Every country is short of dynamic leaders who could make positive contribution. He disliked the idea because he must be the top man. So this coward approached an old man, over 80 years old, and assisted him to have a new party registered. Two years after that party was officially registered, the old man passed away.

 I told that greedy guy there was no need to have another party registered, because it was obvious that the Opposition was improving, as during the last three GEs (general elections), the number of members of parliament for that party was rising after every election. It was a matter of time that it would form the next government, may be 10 years from today, maybe 15 years. What sort of statesman are you if you cannot wait 10 to 15 years?  When a gardener drops a durian seed on the ground, do you know how many years he has to wait before that tree can bear fruits? Your yard will start to bloom, after many years of tender care.

Online anonymity enables these cowards to shout as if they are really brave, posting defamatory and insulting remarks everywhere.  Those lies go viral within minutes. Wild claims and hearsay are no substitute for solid evidence. These hypocrites who despite their malicious intention, pretend to have good will and sympathy. We are now sure of their ulterior motive.  These are the jealous and lascivious bandits. Hatred, greed and jealousy burn and smolder in their heart. They are always defamatory, scandalous and untrue.  They are always armed with vociferous quackery, and stoking sectarian tension is their best skill. They don’t even know that honesty enhance human’s physical, psychological and spiritual life. We want accountability, and political corruption must be stopped. The barbarity of what happened in the past has attracted international attention.

To retain your sanity, you must not get involved with ruthless and tyrannical party. People look for an alternative because they want concrete answers to the economy and social crises. A matured person will be stable, compassionate, and humble. He will have clarity of the mind. The public must prevent the thugs from fanning the flames of fear, jealousy and hatred.  These thugs are good at creating the ill will of schism which can last for centuries.

If you can put forward-looking, progressive, modern, liberal, enterprising, and dynamic government, why not come forward sincerely and introduce yourself? How do you narrow down the gap between rich and poor, which is now widening?

The gadflies are annoying.  They are evil and greedy. They swindled and murdered, just like mad people. Why are they still walking freely on the streets? The heroes are only trying to jettison decades of barbarity created by colonists. Integrity, reliability and openness, made it a catalyst for freedom, and prosperity.

This greed which seizes them tenaciously, is embedded in their subconscious part of the mind, for so long that their stubbornness and tenacity grow stronger every day. Even if they have accumulated 1 000000 tons of gold in the Swiss Bank, they would still be not satisfied and would not be happy if they have not cheated or swindled for just one day. It is indeed more thuggery than anything else. The Treasury is a mine of gold. That is the only reason they want to run the government.

[vs-redemption]

Hi, its me! Im sorry for bothering you! How would Bakugou, Aizawa, and Iida react if some random kid, who had their eyes but different hair, who looks homeless and IS homeless, knockef on their door and said 'hey, do you know *insert womans name*? Youre my dad apparently' and it turns iut it was a woman they had a flimg with, who left them, and went on to abusr their kid? Like severely? Its just me projecting lol. Im so sorry have a great day!

A/N: I noticed that @madkaleidoscope got almost the same request while going through the my hero tags, so please check out their post HERE for another take on the same idea.

A Surprise Meeting (Bakugo, Iida, and Aizawa meet their abused child)

You can read the same scenario for Todoroki and Dabi HERE You can read the same scenario for Hawks, Fatgum, and Shigaraki Here

Warning:⚠️Mentions of child abuse and homelessness. Also, swearing for Bakugo!⚠️

Bakugo

“What the hell do you mean they were offended?” Bakugo growls at his manager through the phone propped up on his shoulder as he aggressively chops up vegetables for the stew he was making. “Instead of being grateful that I saved their asses, they decided to file a complaint against me huh?”

The underpaid person on the other end launches into an explanation about why a top ranked pro hero should avoid yelling out expletives while fighting villains in front of a crowd of civilians. Apparently it wasn’t an appropriate way to behave in front of impressionable children and elderly folks. Bakugo rolled his eyes as he continued cooking. He’d heard this spiel a hundred times before. He’d honestly worked hard over the years to improve the way he directly interacted with the innocent people he fought to protect every day, but he couldn’t help but get a little overzealous in the moment when taking down bad guys.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance when his doorbell suddenly rang. He wiped his hands off on a towel before going to tell off whoever it was that was interrupting his very limited free time. It was bad enough he was already getting an earful from his manger while he was trying to relax. He ripped open the door and felt a hint of surprise when he had to lower his angry red eyes to find the unexpected visitor. It was a little girl.

“What the hell?” Bakugo leaned out of the doorway a bit to look for an adult that might be accompanying the child but she seemed to be all alone. His manager paused their lecture to ask if he was all right. “Yeah, but I’m going to have to call you back,” Bakugo hangs up the phone and looks back at the little girl who was glaring up at him with familiar red eyes. Her long dark hair was dirty and matted. She had scrapes and bruises all over her arms and face.

“Do you need help or something?” Bakugo asks awkwardly as he tries to slip into his comforting hero voice. “Where are your parents?”

“Mommy left and didn’t come back,” the little girl scowls and crosses her arms. She then tells Bakugo her mother’s name, causing the man to freeze up in shock at the implication. “She said you were my daddy.” Bakugo just stands speechless for a few moments as his brain tries to catch up with what he’d just heard. He knew the girl’s mom, but he hadn’t seen her in about four years. They’d had a bit of a summer romance right at the beginning of his hero career before she’d suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again.

Bakugo lets his eyes scan over the little girl once more. He couldn’t deny she had his eyes and his scowl. He felt irritated that his summer fling hadn’t even had the decency to tell him she’d gotten pregnant. He squats down to look more closely at the dirt and injuries all over the girl’s body.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, trying to keep the gruffness from his voice. Some emotion cracks through the little girl’s false bravado then and she looks down at her bare feet shyly.

“Mommy…” she whispers. Bakugo takes a deep breath to calm the rage that boiled up inside him and offers a hand to the little girl.

“Mommy left me too,” he confesses. “But she’s not going to hurt either of us ever again, okay?” The little girl looks up at her dad, a tentative hope blossoming in her eyes. Bakugo knew this was going to impact his life in a huge way, but at the moment he only cared about getting to know his daughter and making up for lost time. “Are you hungry?” The little girl nods her head eagerly and he leads her into his apartment. He would get her cleaned up and fed before getting started on all the legal stuff he’d undoubtedly have to endure before she could really be his daughter completely. His mind was already coming up with ways to fit parenting into his work schedule though, and he found himself looking forward to spending as much time with his little girl as possible.

Iida

Iida assumed he was going to have another normal morning as he sat at his desk, looking over his patrol route for the day. He’d taken over his family’s hero agency not too long ago, but he was already used to the daily routine. All the experiences he’d lived through during high school, not to mention growing up in a family of heroes, had prepared him for most scenarios he would encounter as a pro. He had no reason to suspect that anything out of the ordinary would happen, even as he heard the knock on his office door.

“Come in,” he calls out while standing up to start putting on his hero costume. The door blasts open and a young girl runs into the room.

“Daddy!” she shouts as she runs right up to him and throws her arms around his waist. Iida looks down at the girl in shock before glancing towards the door where one of his sidekicks stood looking as confused as he felt.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” the sidekick says a bit awkwardly. “One of the interns found her wandering outside. She was asking people to help her find you, her dad.”

Iida wanted to deny the claim immediately. He would definitely know if he had a child, especially one who looked to be around eight years old. The idea became a lot less preposterous as he looked back down at the girl. Her hair color was as white as snow, a complete contrast to his dark blue. The thing that gave him pause were the two legs sticking out from under the dirty skirt the girl was wearing. Her legs looked skinny, too skinny, aside from her calves which had tiny exhaust pipes sticking out of them. The girl looks up at him after a moment to meet his gaze. His breathe catches in his throat at her blue eyes and checkmark shaped eyebrows that were iconic to the Iida family.

“Uh, thank you,” Iida felt flustered as he looks back at his sidekick who was blatantly starting at him in shock. “I’ll handle this from here. Do you mind asking someone to take over my patrol?” The sidekick accepts the job and hurries off, leaving Iida alone with the girl. Part of him felt really embarrassed that this had happened in front of his coworkers. He couldn’t imagine what they must think of him now. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to be involved with something that could be perceived as scandalous.

“What is your mother’s name?” Iida asks, even though he was sure he already knew. The list of possibilities was very small. The little girl goes up on her tiptoes and Iida bends down to meet her so she can whisper in his ear. He sighs heavily at the name that falls from her lips. It was just further confirmation that this wasn’t some crazy misunderstanding. The information settles into his mind. He was a father.

“Please don’t make me go back to her though,” the girl’s eyes brim with tears as she searches Iida’s face for comfort. “She’s scary.” Iida understood how the girl felt. If given the option, he would choose never to see that woman again either. She had only dated him for a brief time, pretending to be in love with him in order to take advantage of his fame until she found someone higher up in the ranks to seduce. He had been so shocked and heart broken when she’d left him so suddenly, but now there was no way to hide from that mistake of his past.

“Why do you say she’s scary?” Iida asks while putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. She winces and flinches away from his touch. He narrows his eyes in concern and asks her to roll up her sleeves. His heart fills with sadness at the welts marring her frail arms. “I see,” he frowns. “I promise you won’t have to see her again if you don’t want to, but can you tell me where she lives?”

“I don’t know. We always have to sleep outside,” the girl explains warily, painting a rather sad image of her life.

“Well that just won’t do,” he pats her on the head. “I’m going to make sure you have a comfy, warm bed to sleep in from now on.” The girl’s face lights up happily and she hugs Iida even tighter. The shame he’d felt initially was gone now, replaced by a determination to provide his daughter with the best life possible.

Aizawa

Between all his hero work and being a full time teacher, Aizawa’s opportunities to simply sleep for a couple consecutive hours were few and far between. He took any chance he could to just shut his eyes and rest for a while. Tonight he’d hoped to get a decent amount of sleep in before having to wake up at the crack of dawn to attend a UA staff meeting. However, it seemed fate had other plans for him.

It was around one in the morning when a knock on his front door pulled him from the depths of his much needed slumber. He rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes as he rolled out of bed, not even having the energy to be annoyed. “Who is it?” He asks while putting on his slippers and shuffling over to the door. There was no answer, so he pressed his face up to the peep hole. He let out a groan when he saw a random kid standing outside. If this was some kind of prank, he wasn’t sure he had the strength of mind to deal with it at this hour. He already put up with a whole class of teenagers every day who drained him of every drop of patience he had.

“Can I help you?” Aizawa mumbles after opening the door. The young boy in front of him looked to be about thirteen years old. The ends of his dark burgundy hair were frayed and had been cut sloppily as if he’d done it himself. He had outgrown his clothes a while ago, and they appeared uncomfortably small on his skinny frame. The poor kid looked extremely dirty and smelled even worse.

“Do you know this woman?” the haggard boy holds out an old photograph of a person Aizawa recognized immediately. It had been a very long time, but he’d never forget the face of the first woman he’d ever been with. He’d been so young and naïve at the time, and he still felt bitter toward the friend who’d set him up with a woman with such an atrocious personality. Aizawa knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“This is my mother,” the boy states the obvious fact. “And apparently you’re my dad.” Aizawa had no reason not to believe him as he looked into the boy’s tired eyes that matched his own. It was clear that life had not been kind to the kid so far.

“Come on in,” Aizawa invites his son inside, deciding to wait to involve the proper authorities until morning. “You can take a hot shower, and I think I have some leftovers we can heat up.”

“A shower?” the boy looked overwhelmed, as if the promise of a shower was more than he’d ever dared to hope for. Aizawa was growing more concerned with each passing second.

“Where is your mother now?” He asks and the boy shrugs.

“I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks,” he states as if that were normal. “I think she met some new guy.” That was enough to put Aizawa’s teeth on edge.

“Where have you been staying then?” he asks.

“Wherever I can,” the boy replies, sounding embarrassed. “Park benches, bus stops, train stations…” Aizawa was horrified. What kind of person left their child to survive in those conditions? Why hadn’t she ever reached out to him for help?

“What are these?” Aizawa reaches out to snatch up the boys arm. Now that he was inside where the lighting was better, he could see strange scars and scabs covering his skin.

“Cigarette burns,” the boy pulls his arm away and averts his eyes. “Mom thought it would make people more willing to help when I had to beg for money.” Aizawa felt his eyes fill with tears at the words, and he doesn’t think twice before pulling his son into his arms. The boy returns the embrace, clinging to Aizawa as if he feared the man might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“What’s going to happen now?” the boy asks fearfully after he calms down a bit.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with me,” Aizawa finds himself accepting the role of father rather quickly. He was already responsible for so many kids already, he didn’t see the harm in adding one more to the list. “If that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

“Yes, please!” The boy nods his head, looking ecstatic as he wiped away his tears. Aizawa nods his head and pats his son on the shoulder.

“Well then kid,” he says with a small smile. “Welcome home.”

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[rpd-rookie]

What Does The ‘S’ Stand For ? - Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

Summary: When you learn that Leon got the job you desperately wanted you decide to pay him a visit to congratulate him and finally put an end to the competition between the two of you in favour of some cooperation. Turns out, cooperation sometimes involve taking your clothes off.

Author’s Note: Some one-shot involving (pre) RE2 Remake Leon, a very sassy reader and some smut. I haven't written that genre in a while though. Hope I'm not too rusty. And by the way, if you notice some terrible grammatical mistakes please let me know (English is not my mother tongue). Anyway, I wish you'll like this story and as usual don't forget to like/reblog and tell me what you think about it.

Warning: SMUT and Language. You can also expect some humour and some fluff. 

Also available on AO3

Franklin D. Roosevelt once said, “Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off.” Wise words. But clearly Roosevelt never had to compete with Kennedy, and by Kennedy you didn’t mean John F. Kennedy but another Kennedy, one with less charisma yet better hair (hell, got to render unto Caesar what’s Caesar’s), Leon S. Kennedy - ‘S’ probably standing for “sucker” or “saint” in your opinion. After all, the guy was such a goody two-shoes. Teacher’s favourite. Neat and tidy top student. Perfect arbiter of right and wrong. And certainly, the only guy in the academy who didn’t stick his cock in Barbara Johnson’s pussy. Weird since she also had a president’s name just like him. Could have been the perfect opportunity for a horizontal presidential debate.

If it wasn’t clear already, you didn’t like Kennedy very much. But it was not for the reasons mentioned above. No, you could tolerate the fact that he was the embodiment of virtue and morals. What you could not tolerate though, was that he was better than you at everything. At fundamentals, at crime prevention and analysis, at counterintelligence, at physical agility, at shooting, at… well, you get the point. It infuriated you. He infuriated you. You never had the chance to beat him. Never. He was always top of your class and you were always close second.           So of course, when you received the letter from the Raccoon City Police Department informing you that your application had been rejected and that the position had been given to someone else, you did the math.       Only Kennedy could have taken that job away from you. After all, you had heard him talking about Raccoon City at lunch break quite a few times in the past weeks and each time he had sounded so excited – well, as excited as cannibalistic murders can make you of course. Truth is, you had also shown interest in this city the moment its terrible crimes hit the first page of the newspapers alongside the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal, collecting every tiny article about it and telling your classmates what a thrilling experience it would be to work on that case. You had even imagined yourself wearing the blue uniform, RPD largely written on your chest, making a report about the rotting body of a camper found in the Arklay mountains.

You sighed, disappointment hitting you hard again. And with a hesitant hand, you knocked at the door in front of you somewhat ready to let go of the competition in favour of some cooperation. You barely waited a couple of seconds before Kennedy opened the door, a cordless telephone against his ear. He appeared genuinely surprised to see you there. “Call you back later, mom.” He said before hanging up the phone, still staring at you with astonished eyes. “Y/N.”   

��Telling your mommy about the amazing job you just got?” Your question had sounded more barbed and curter than indented. Bitterness probably. Leon sighed. He knew exactly what you meant. “Look, if it is about Raccoon City…” “Of course it is about Raccoon City. Why do you think I’m here? To discuss fashion?” You entered his bedsit without asking and looked around you. So well organized and tidy, so military. Pff. Where were the greasy pizza boxes, the nasty underwear on the floor and the bin filled with used tissues all the other guys usually had?      

You turned around to face him with a stone cold expression. “I’m guessing you knew I wanted that post.”           “Yeah but…” You cut him off. You couldn’t care less about the thing he wanted to say. “I don’t blame you. Had I been in your place I would have apply for it too. Damn, I even applied without being in your place, so … The point is, I wanted to congratulate you – even if it hurts me to do so – and tell you that I’m glad this competition between the two of us is finally coming to end.” Leon briefly chuckled and kept an amused smile on his face. This wasn’t the kind of words he had expected from you. “Well, thanks I guess.”       “You’re welcome” You dramatically put a hand over your heart “Gosh, it kills me to be so polite to you, Kennedy.” He retained a laugh and you approached him to slam a heavy blue binder against his - surprisingly strong - chest. Wow, muscles! “Take this.” You reluctantly said with a strangled voice as if you were a mother giving up her baby . “Take care of it. It’s the work of a lifetime … sort of.”

Leon furrowed his brows and opened the folder. Inside, there were all the articles you had collected about Raccoon City since the reveal of the incidents to the public eye plus some notes you had written during you personal late-night investigations. Leon skimmed through them. They were incredibly detailed and you could see how impressed he was. Damn, you wished you had your camera to immortalise this moment. “It won’t be of any use to me now. And it took me too much time to just throw it away so have it. Take it as parting gift.” “Wow, Y/N. I don’t know what to say.” He looked beyond happy. It made you smile. What the hell, Y/N?           “Thank you, maybe?” You swallowed you smile back before he could notice, choosing to replace what could have been something sweet and nice by sarcasm. “Yes, sure.” He grinned. “Thank you.” You nodded. “I don’t want you to have a heart attack so you’re not obliged to say ‘you’re welcome’.” He teased you and as much as you wanted to find the joke lame, you surprisingly found it rather funny.   “Good. Cause that would have been too much for my heart to take in a single day.” He smiled again and this time you couldn’t help but gaze. You were forced to acknowledge he was very cute, handsome even, certainly the kind of guy you would have willingly flirt with if it hadn’t been for the relentless competition between the two of you. “You know it’s nice to see you smile.” Your eyes slightly widened. You had been smiling the whole time? No! “That wasn’t a smile. That was a sneer.” You quickly replied, trying to prevent him from spotting the sudden panic in your eyes.   “Sure.” But yeah, that was definitely a smile and right now your cheeks were burning.

You cleared your throat and looked back upon his face, hoping yours had found back its usual seriousness and scorn. “Well, gotta go. Good riddance, Kennedy. Good luck and try not to screw up.” You proceeded to the door, glad this conversation was over, but Leon was not ready to let you leave just yet. “You know, for me, there was never a competition between us.” You stopped and turned around. “What?” You frowned. “Of course, there was a competition.” He shook his head. “Not for me.”   “Are you telling me that I have deprived myself of sleeping, fallen into coffee addiction and lost my entire social life for two years in the hope of finally beating you at a freaking test while you …” You could tell he was clearly trying not to laugh but his mocking grin was enough to make you blow a fuse. Well, a funny fuse … a funny desperate fuse “No! No!” You repeated, all irritated. “You’re kidding me!” He shrugged, playing all innocent. “Don’t fucking tell me you let me tilt at windmills!” He did. Bastard. Leon - Son of a bitch - Kennedy! That’s what the S stands for. You cursed in your head.           “I tried to tell you …” He started to explain to defend himself. “When?” You harrumphed, almost shouting at him. “Well, many times but …”           “Clearly not enough times.” Your sarcasm was back. “… each time you sent me packing” “I don’t do that.” You felt offended.         “I can’t barely make a full sentence with you!” You opened your mouth to retort but he stopped you by pointing a finger that undeniably meant ‘Careful what you’re going to say’. So you stood there, perfectly still, mouth opened, realising that he was probably right.             “You’re allowed to breath, you know.” He said as a response to your reaction but you didn’t know what to say anymore. Did you really spend all your time at the academy trying to win a non-existent competition? “Fuck.” You cursed, definitely dumbfounded.

Leon observed you, perplexed and wondering if you were going to stay rooted to the spot for the rest of the day. “Y/N” He waved in front of your face to pull you out from your thoughts but you barely noticed. “All that repressed sexual tension for nothing?” You asked yourself. Wait! Did you just say that out loud?           Panic-stricken, you looked up at Leon and judging by the way he was staring at you – all  ‘what the hell did she just say?’ – yep you did.       “You didn’t hear what I’ve just said.” You waved your hand past his face, like a Jedi would do in a Star Wars movie, knowing perfectly it wouldn’t work but hoping that ridicule would make the situation less awkward and give you a chance to run away from his room. It was a failure. “Yes, I did.”

And just like that, Leon Saint Sucker Son of a Bitch – whatever the S stood for - Kennedy caught your face in his hands and kissed you with a passion that made you gasp against him. You tried to resist for a second but then you decided to let go. After all, you had nothing to lose. The study years could be considered over and soon Leon would be in Raccoon City analysing amazing crimes while you would be God-knows-where writing parking tickets. You would never see each other again.     “Tell that to anyone, Kennedy and I’ll kick your gorgeous butt from here to Raccoon City.” You threatened, close to his mouth. “I won’t. Scout’s honour.” Leon Scout Kennedy? You shook your head (Stop being silly, Y/N!) before pushing Leon on the convertible sofa behind him.  

You straddled him without waiting, definitely willing to let your sudden eagerness and your repressed desire for him get the better of you. You met his lips in a new heated kiss, your body pressed against his, craving for lustful friction. And by the way Leon was holding you tight you could tell you weren’t the only one.             His tongue asked permission to enter your mouth and you happily granted it. Who would have thought that Leon Saint Kennedy was such a skilled kisser? Couldn’t he suck for once? Oh yeah, he could suck at your neck apparently. Damn.   A moan escaped your throat and you felt Leon smirk against your skin. “You like that?” He asked, proud of himself. You instinctively arched your neck asking for more, your hands weaving into his soft hair. “It’s not that bad.” You acknowledged and he suddenly bit you in the nape of your neck. “What the fuck?” You shouted, surprised. Leon laughed and you caught his face to kiss him and bite his lips in retaliation. But judging by the kinky smile on his angelic face, he didn’t seem to mind.             “You’re incorrigible.” You humoured. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry.” He pecked your lips again and again and slowly began leaving a trail of light kissed down to your neck. “You’d better be. Aren’t you tired of making my life a misery?” You pretended to sulk as he kept on pressing his soft lips on your burning skin. You grabbed his chin, putting you thumb in his dimple and stared at him. How ridiculously hot he was right now with that arousal tinting his beautiful blue eyes and this dishevelled hair.  

“What do you have in mind, Y/N?” Rhetorical question. He knew exactly what you had in mind. Hell, it was basically the same thing he had in his.     “Stop playing coy and take your clothes off.” You whispered close to his face, your hot breath against his mouth, before pulling his bottom lip between your teeth “What about your silly competition?” He murmured back, his hands slowly falling along your sides.   “I’m all in for cooperation right now. So are you gonna give me a hand …” You started unbuckling his belt. “…or do I need to do everything by myself?” His eyes fixed upon yours mischievous ones, gazing at you with awe. You could tell he was completely at your mercy. “I’ll give you more than a hand.” You smirked and allowed your hands to unbutton his jeans. “I thought so.” He lifted his rear and you pulled down his jeans along with his boxers, biting your lips at the view of his beautiful cock. Jesus Christ Kennedy, Mother Nature certainly had been kind to you.

You stood up to undress yourself as well, dropping all your clothes to the floor, your eyes watching at Leon’s hastening hands fighting desperately with the buttons of his shirt. Clearly, you weren’t the only one that was impatient in this room, or horny.   You let him finish before taking your place back on his laps. His hard sex against your body, you slightly shivered, impatience eating you from within. “You’re gorgeous.” He said as he tucked few strands of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help but blush, not used to such compliments, and, as a consequence, in order to erase all sense of discomfort in you (if you could call it like that), you decided to focus your attention on his cock.   You brushed his length with your fingertips, admiring it with envy and lust, excited to do more with it. It made Leon hiss and you looked up at him. His eyes were pleading you. Without looking away from the blueness of his look, you caught his penis in your hand and started pumping it gently. Leon’s eyelids flickered; his head hit the back of the sofa and his mouth opened slightly. He seemed thankful, relieved even. You continued your gesture, watching him melting underneath you, listening to his now ragged breath with delight. God, that was sexy. He was sexy. Leon Sexy Kennedy. Suited him.

You bit your lips and decided to venture in between his legs, kneeling onto the floor. “What are you …” Leon complained when he suddenly stopped feeling you on top of him. You cut him short by guiding his cock to your mouth to softly kiss the pre cum-covered tip “Holy...” The rest of the sentence got stuck in his throat and turned into a growl as you eagerly sucked the head of his cock like a Popsicle. You smiled and licked his length, staring at how ecstatic he looked from this angle. “You like that?” You winked as you quoted him and he laughed. “Women.”   You engulfed his cock deep in your mouth and started bobbing your head. A new sigh of pleasure escaped his mouth and you felt him instantly relax on the couch. “God, you’re amazing.” You liked the compliment and to show your appreciation you decided to massage his balls as you kept on sucking him. You received a lustful grunt in response and soon Leon’s hand grabbed your hair to give you a quicker pace, almost making you gag on him. “Oh, sorry.“ What a gentleman! “That’s okay.” You smiled in a very naughty way. “I like it.” He chortled and you took back his dick in your mouth, welcoming it deeper to show him you didn’t mind some roughness. “You know, if you keep doing this I’m soon going to cum in your mouth.”             You stopped, licked your lips and crawled back onto his lap. “That would be a shame.” You joked sarcastically, hands back in his hair “Got a condom?”

The way you pronounced the words, all smiley and adorable, made him laugh again. He pushed you softly to open the drawer of his nightstand and find your one-way ticket for cloud nine. “There!” He announced excited as he showed you the contraceptive. “But first …” He suddenly grabbed your ankles to pull you towards him, making you slightly yelp in the process. “There’s something I got to do”   He lay down on the couch, spread your legs and immediately nestled his head right in between your thighs, making you instantly shiver. So, that’s what he got to do.   You sighed when you felt his breath against you swollen clit but it was only when his tongue met your pink flesh that you realised how aroused you truly were. You were so wet.           “Fuck, am I the one to blame for such a mess?” He joked but his mouth and tongue felt so good in between your thighs that you could only just moan and arch your back, begging for proper sucking and licking. He didn’t make you wait and gave you what you wanted as he started fondling your clit with his tongue. “Leon” That was the first time you where saying his first name and you got to admit, you liked the sound of it. “Yes, sweetheart?”   “Keep going, please.” You begged and he sucked on your bud, gazing at you melting under his touch as he did. You grasped his hair when he finally let a finger enter your core. Fuck, he was good. You moved your hips instinctively against him and he added a new finger. It sank into you as easily as the first one and you cried out, finding it impossible to be discreet anymore. “Fuck, Leon. I want you. I want you now.” You begged.   “Wait a second.” He asked, definitely loving your taste too much for him to stop just now. He pumped his fingers in your pussy, licking your juices greedily and you clenched your thighs around his head, feeling the imminence of your orgasm slowly yet surely approaching. “Now, Leon. Now! Please”

Leon obeyed this time and he quickly sat up and grabbed the condom he had left on the pillow next to him. He put the red wrapper between his teeth and tore it open. Then he rolled the condom down his length with both his hands. You watched him all the time, your fingers massaging your clit, finding him terribly arousing at this very moment.

Once ready, Leon bent over you to kiss you again and he tapped his hard cock on your hand to ask access to your humid entrance. You didn’t object of course and even spread your legs wider. Soon enough, you felt him slide in between your wet lips and then finally push slowly yet exquisitely inside of you. You closed your eyes as he did and drew a sharp breath once you felt him fully inside. You didn’t need time to adjust to him as if your body was meant for him. Guess Leon felt it too as he immediately took a quick pace and began pounding you. You let your hands wander on his smooth chest from his strong pectorals down to his divine abs and the chiselled V below his navel, finding him simply gorgeous. Then you grasped his hips, and nudge his rear with your ankles, pressing his pelvis closer to you to take him deeper, and started moaning his name again. His hands caught your bouncing breasts to play with your nipples, and you rapidly felt the strong wave of pleasure back in your core, ready to drown you. “Fuck, Leon!” His mouth met one of your teats and sucked on it with ardour. That was too much to handle. “I think I’m gonna cum.” You cried out.         “Yeah?” You nodded, letting a tear of pleasure escape your eyes. “Cum for me then.” He didn’t have to say it twice and few seconds later, you dug your nails in his hipbones and screamed loudly as you clenched around his cock, finally coming undone under his thrusts.

Stunned, breathless and at the same time a bit embarrassed that you had already reached your orgasm, you let Leon kiss you soft lips with a smile on his face. “See, you reached the finishing line before me.” He humoured.           “Fuck off.” You whispered, amused yet completely exhausted. He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours one more time before gently pushing you flat on your stomach. “I’m not done with you yet.” He whispered in your ear.  

You moaned loudly when he thrust back into your wet core, pinning you down on the mattress that you ultimately grabbed tightly in order to stay in place. He started pounding you again, holding you by the hips, taking delight in watching your sweet butt bouncing against him as he was burying himself deeper than he had ever done before. “Jesus, Y/N!” He growled before spanking you.         You gasped, astonished but in a good way. You had never thought he was that kind of guy. “Really, Kennedy? Spanking? That’s what the ‘S’ in your name stands for?” He laughed, still fucking you from behind. “I thought you would like it.” “Oh but I do. I just never thought it was your thing.”         “You should stop taking me for a saint, Y/N.” He wiped the sweat from his forehead, brushing the strand of hair covering his right eye away and focused again on his movements. “It’s not my fault. It’s your baby face.” You confessed in between two moans. He brutally stopped and you wondered for a second if what you had just said had actually vexed him.       “My baby face? Really?” He repeated in your ear with a smirk as he grabbed you by the hair. “Who’s been crying out my name the whole time?” Holy shit. You instinctively braced yourself and when he resumed his hammering you knew it was a smart decision. Leon started growling even more loudly as he slowed yet deepened his movements inside of you, his hand in your hair, using your body as leverage. He was almost aggressive but you moaned nevertheless, out of breath, feeling a new orgasm building inside of you. Really? You clenched around him, trying to hold your orgasm a bit longer, unwilling to give him the satisfaction to cum around him again.

When Leon’s hard pounding started to get sloppy you realised he was really close to his release. “Jesus, I’m almost there.” He admitted.         You don’t know how you found the strength to push him on his back but you did. Sitting on top of him, you removed the condom, threw it carelessly onto the floor and started to jerk him off. “I want you to cum on me.” You confessed. A guttural moan vibrated in his throat and he let himself sprawl on the mattress, leaving you in complete charge of his pleasure. You grinded against his cock as your hand kept on firmly going up and down his length. It drove Leon crazy and you soon felt him throbbing in your grip. His breath became even more ragged and jerky and small spasms took control of his body. You angled his cock towards you and soon, a hot load of thick cum spurted on your stomach and breasts as Leon cursed and grunted between his gritted teeth. “Fuck, Y/N!”

You smiled and let go of his member, proud and satisfied of your work, looking at poor panting Leon who had a beautiful yet exhausted smile on his face. “You killed me, woman.” He joked and you briefly laughed. Then, you wiped his cum off your body with your fingers and brought them to your mouth, sucking them eagerly and swallowing the white seed looking right in Leon’s eyes. You had the feeling he would find it very hot. “Jesus Christ” Bull’s eye!

He circled you with his strong arms and pulled you against his chest. His heart was beating wildly and you allowed yourself to huddle a bit more against him to enjoy the melody. Post-coital cuddling session? Not sure that was a good idea but you decided to go for it and so did Leon as he chose to burry his nose in your hair and kiss the top of your head.

“Scott” He whispered sleepily. You looked up, wondering what he meant. “That’s what the ‘S’ stands for. Leon Scott Kennedy.”

Scott? You repeated in your head with a soft smile. Oh well, that didn’t sound so bad even though, right now, you preferred Leon ‘Stay’ Kennedy.

[itspufflehuff]

Pranksters - Bucky Imagine

Summary: When plans get cancelled you and Bucky are left alone in the Avengers tower on Valentines Day. In an attempt to make the most of your night you and Bucky place some pranks on the other Avengers.

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Happy Valentines Day everyone! I hope you all have an amazing and safe day with your friends, family, and/or partners! This is one of three imagines I will be posting today.

As requested by @sebstanfan123​ thank you for the idea I had fun writing this! Warning there will be talks of drinking and getting drunk. Thank you for reading my story, enjoy!

Word Count: 2,392

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Bucky thought he and Steve could spend this lonely Valentine's day together drinking some of Thors Asgardian liquor and reminiscing over the good old days.

You were hoping to spend the day with Natasha making fun of people at the bar.

But of course, nothing went as planned. Steve just had to decide to move on and go out with Sharon and Natasha agreed to babysit for Clint while he and his wife spent a nice night together.

It was just you and Bucky left alone in the Avengers tower with nothing to do but be miserable.

When you walked into the common room you were surprised to see Bucky sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand aimlessly surfing the channels. You stopped at the entrance of the room, "What are you doing here?"

He stopped pressing buttons on the remote turning his head over to you with an amused look, "Well hello to you too."

Realizing how rude you sounded you quickly explained, "I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that I was just expecting you to be with Steve somewhere else." You made your way over to the couch and plopped down next to him.

"Yeah, until he bailed on me for Sharon. I never did that to him when I was the hot one." He said half-joking but half-serious.

"Nat bailed on me too. Although her reason is not as scandalous as yours."

"Now look at us. Dying of boredom when we could have been having fun."

"You know... we could still have fun." You suggested mischievously.  

"What did you have in mind?" He was a bit scared of what your response would be. He always liked you and thought you were very beautiful but he was still getting used to being in this new world free of Hydra. On top of that, he hadn't been with a woman since 1942.

"I don't know, anything! I don't want to waste the rest of our night moping around feeling sorry for ourselves."

You sat in silence for a second until an idea popped into your head and you basically jumped, "We could pull pranks! We'll leave harmless surprises for everyone in the morning."

He thought for a second then nodded, "I like it. So what will we do?"

"I don't know I came up with the idea I thought you could pitch some pranks."

He chuckled shaking his head, "Um ok. How about taking the pillows out and filling the cases with tissue paper instead?"

You laughed, "That's a good one. Oh! We can put bubble wrap under the toilet seats so when they sit it starts popping."

"But guys pee standing?" He laughed.

"Yeah, but they eventually have to sit down? We can tape a line of bubble wrap to the bottom so they won't really see it and when they're ready to put the seat down it stays in place."

"Ok let's do it." He stood up excitedly then turning the tv off.

The both of you made your way over to the supply closet where you assumed the items you needed would be, but to your disappointment, there were only cleaning supplies. "Maybe they will be in the workshop?" Bucky suggested. Once again, nothing.

You checked three more places before giving up, "You mean to tell me we live in probably the most expensive building in New York with one of the richest men alive but we don't have bubble wrap or tissue paper?" Bucky let out exasperated.

"There is a convenience store down the street well just check there." You laughed at his annoyance. The both of you quickly got ready, excited to get started on your pranks. Bucky pulled on his signature boots, sweater, and baseball cap as you grabbed your coat and wallet then slipping on your shoes.

At the store, you and Bucky grabbed a basket and walked the isles like people on a mission. On your way to the aisle with all the wrapping supplies, you passed the baking section and an idea came to mind, "We should make raisin cookies and make them look like chocolate chip cookies!"

"What's wrong with raisins?" He asked faking offense.

"Nothing old man, it's just people nowadays prefer chocolate." You joked. He rolled his eyes laughing but put the cookie mix in your basket. That's when the cellophane caught his eye and he had an idea of his own, "What if we right this around the tops of their body wash, shampoo, and toothpaste then put the lids back on. That way when they try using it nothing comes out." You laughed nodding your head, "That's a good one Buck."

You two then grabbed what you really went to the store for and at the checkout Bucky refused to let you pay. Using his metal arm he held you back and with the other, he gave the cashier some cash, "Keep the change and receipt. Thank you." He took the bag and began walking out without you. Catching up to him you said, "That's not fair to use your strong arm against me!" You knew he hated his metal arm whenever he was doing non Avenger related tasks out in public so you made sure not to say 'metal arm' and instead settled for 'strong arm'.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." He winked at you.

You laughed, "What?"

"I have no idea but I'm excited to get back and get started on this." He smiled lifting the bag up.

When you entered the common room once again you both ran over to the island and dropped all the contents of the bag out on it giggling like children, "Ok you get started on the bubble wrap and I'll put the cellophane on all their bottles. When you're done we'll meet back here." You both ran around the building into everybody's bathroom, except for each other's of course.

Seemingly at the same time, you meet up at the island with red cheeks unable to stop the giggles. You picked up the packs of tissue paper, "Should we tag team their pillows?"

"Let's do it." He smiled playfully. You both ran into Tony's room getting started on taking the pillows out of their cases. Time seemed to fly as you two ran into everyone's room switching out their comfy pillows for tissue paper. When you finished you both laid horizontally on Steve's bed for a break.

"I feel like we're missing something," Bucky said looking up at the ceiling.

"Cookies."

"Right," he chuckled lightly, "My disgusting raisin cookies."

"I never said disgusting, " you defended, "I only said people prefer chocolate."

You both made your way over to the kitchen. Bucky helped you bring out all of the materials needed to bake the cookies as you grabbed the ingredients. "You know what we need?" You said suddenly?"

Bucky's eyebrows furrowed but he kept his smile, "What's that?"

"Drinks. And music."

"You are most definitely right." He laughed looking away, "I'll grab the drinks while you get started?" He suggested.

"What just because I'm a woman I have to stay in the kitchen?" You turned serious. Bucky's face dropped as he began stumbling over his words. You started laughing, "I'm messing with you I don't care."

"That was mean." He said still scared but you could see the smile trying to fight its way onto his face.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game." You winked at him.

Bucky went into the room Tony keeps all their alcohol and grabbed a bottle of wine, some brandy, and one of Thor's Asgardian liquor. When he went back to where you were he heard music playing, "Is this Tony's playlist?" He asked

You spun around to face him, "Yeah, I figured we'd start with music you're more familiar with, and since Tony is always blasting his stuff during training I thought this was the safe option."

As you mixed the ingredients together Bucky grabbed some glasses, "Brandy or wine?"

"White or red?" You asked keeping your back to him.

"Uhh- White."

"I'll have some wine."

He served both of you some wine but adding a drop of Thor's liquor to his glass.

For the next two hours, you both danced and sang along to the music as you made the cookies. You would've finished baking them quicker but after you had the cookies in the oven for thirty minutes you realized no one turned it on. Laughing at each other you took the cookies out to heat the oven.

The both of you were had gotten tipsy quicker than either of you expected. Maybe it had something to do with you switching out sips of wine for the whole bottle of brandy and Bucky swapping his glass for the bottle of Asgardian liquor. As the cookies baked in the oven you gasped and looked over to Bucky, "Wouldn't it be so funny if we switched out the sugar for salt!"

"That would be perfect! They'll all be so grossed out when they have their morning coffee." He laughed. You were lucky that both the salt and sugar were in jars that were labeled on the lid so all you needed to do was swap lids. You both laughed thinking you were so sneaky.

When the cookies finished you neatly placed them on a plate then wrapped them in cellophane to keep them fresh. Bucky made his way over to the couch holding onto Thor's liquor like it was the love of his life. You took your phone out connecting it to the speaker and started playing one of your old playlists from Spotify. The truth was you didn't even know which playlist you pressed on, you just needed a change in music.

Taylor Swift's 'You Belong to Me' started playing over the speakers, "I love this song!" You shouted to Bucky. You sang along word for word. It might not have been good singing but you didn't mess up. Next was Justin Bieber's 'Baby' then, Best Song Ever by One Direction not missing a single lyric.

Bucky looked at you from the couch amused, "I don't know any of these songs but you're doing great!"

As the songs went on Bucky got up to dance along with you. He took your hand twirling you around as you sang along. It was the most fun either of you had in a while.

Eventually, you both got tired and fell back onto the couch. Bucky had his arm around you so you laid your head on his shoulder shutting your eyes. "This was amazing, why don't we hang out more?" He asked looking down at you.

"I have no idea but we should do this more often."

"Yeah, we should." He smiled softly at you even though your eyes were closed so you couldn't see. Slowly his eyes shut as you both drifted off to sleep on the couch.

Neither of you woke up when everyone came home late at night. Steve was the first to arrive. When he saw you and Bucky sleeping on the couch together a chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head smiling. He grabbed one of the blankets that happened to be nearby and placed it over the both of you. However, when he went into his room and laid on his bed to sleep he almost got back up and yanked the blanket off both of you. As soon as his head hit the pillow it sank and he heard crinkling. He tried another pillow and the same thing happened.

Great, first my toothpaste isn't working now this.

He searched for his pillows but couldn't find them anywhere so instead he used a shirt and fell asleep like that.

In the morning Bucky, for the first time in forever, was hungover and so were you. Everyone was having their breakfast and coffee when you both woke up.

"Morning. Had a busy night?" Tony asked.

The light was too bright for you both. As if he read your mind Bucky threw the blanket over your heads.

"Come on. Some coffee will help with that pesky hangover." Tony said.

You and Bucky groaned but dragged yourselves to the table where two fresh cups of coffee were waiting for you two. You were about to take a sip when Tony stopped you, "Sugar?"

"Huh?" You asked, "Oh sugar. Yes please, Bucky want some?" He just nodded his head too tired to speak.

You got up to grab the jar of sugar from the cabinet then walked it over to the table. You poured a scoop into your coffee then Bucky poured some in his as well.

The second you both took a sip you spit it right back out, "What the hell is this?" You asked.

"Oh, you don't remember?" Tony asked with fake shock, "I guess you two pranksters thought it would be hilarious to switch the labels on the sugar and salt. Of course, I'm a genius and always make sure everything is labeled right so I figured it out right away. You're the only people who had to suffer with salt in their coffee."

You and Bucky looked at each other forgetting all about the sugar and salt. It was a last-minute drunken decision you both made. You both looked down ashamed then Bucky perked his head up, "How'd you all sleep?" He smirked. Beside him, you giggled.

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The both of you went on with your days as usual. You each went to your rooms to take a refreshing shower before heading to the training room. When you walked in Bucky was working on the punching bag. As soon as he saw you he stopped. "Hey Y/N."

You smiled at him, "Bucky, lovely seeing you again. "

"I could say the same thing." He whispered to himself. Then he shyly made his way over to you, "So, Y/N, last night was fun and I was wondering, well hoping, if you would like to go out tonight?" He rubbed the back of his neck mentally kicking himself. He was never this shy or nervous with women before. He was always confident and could get any woman he wanted. Now he was unsure and nervous.

You could tell how nervous he was so you took his arm, "I'd love to."

[thirty-five-portland-row]

Okay, so in this post I’m going to include the short story “the talk” which is in special edititions of Flashback, and probably going to explain why I hate Alden so much. Okay, I’ll get on to it now I guess.

“Lord Alden,” Lord Cassius said, dipping his head in what could barely count as a bow before he stepped aside to let Alden enter the Shores of Solace – aka his used-to-be-secret-getaway-though-no-one-actually-wanted-to-go-there-with-him home. “I thought the Council ordered all of you Vackers to the Tribunal Hall today for the big verdict. It’s all I’ve heard about these days. People do love a good scandal – and this is the best our world has seen in ages.

“The sentencing isn’t until this afternoon,” Alden explained, ignoring the rest of Cassius’s jab as he made his way towards the mother-of-pearl walls. His teal eyes looked rather impressed as they skimmed over the fancy furniture and enormous ocean-view windows – but his gaze softened when he focused on the blond boy sprawled across one of the couches. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

Keefe pulled himself to his feet, making sure to brush all the crumbs from the butterblast he’d snacked on for breakfast onto the otherwise pristine floor. “Is everything okay?”

Alden nodded. “But I’d love a quick word with you if you don’t mind. Perhaps somewhere a bit more private?”

“Or I can lock Lord Nosypants in a closet,” Ro offered, striding out of the shadowy corner flashing a pointy-toothed grin.

How the pink-haired, heavily armed ogre princess could make people forget she was in the room was one of life’s great mysteries.

“Let’s save that fun for later,” Keefe decided, leading Alden to the one place at his father’s house where he felt like he could breathe: a wide outdoor patio facing a glittering black sand beach. Cushioned swings swayed in the salty wind, and Alden sank into one of them, watching the turquoise waves crash against the shore long enough for Keefe’s brain to put together a pretty extensive list of scary things that might be happening.

Clearly Foster’s ever-worrying ways were rubbing off on him.

“Sooo…,” he said, dragging out the word as he plopped onto the swing next to Alden. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing bad,” Alden assured him. “I’m just hoping you’ll be willing to attend the tribunal today.”

Ro groaned. “Nooooooooo! Then I have to go, and everyone’s going to be all smug and sparkly and give boring speeches about how brilliant they are – and I’m not even allowed to stab anybody!”

Keefe ignored her. “I thought it was family only.”

“It was. But I’ve convinced the Council to make an exception, because Fitz is going to need a friend today.”

Yeah, that was kind of an understatement. Keefe was pretty sure Fitz was going to go into rage-monster mode if the Council gave Alvar anything less than a life sentence. And if Alden felt the need to bring in reinforcements…

Keefe slumped back against the cushions. “Does that mean you know –“

“What I know,” Alden interrupted, “is that I’m doing everything in my power to get my family through this.”

Which wasn’t really an answer.

“The thing is,” he added quietly. “my son is far more likely to listen to you than he is to me. Especially under the circumstances.”

“Okay, but if you’re looking for a voice of wisdom, you’d be better off asking someone who’s a bit more… shall we say, responsible?” Keefe felt the need to point out.

“I agree. Which is why I’ve arranged clearance for Sophie to attend as well.”

“Perfect!” Ro jumped in. “Then you don’t need us!”

“Actually, that’s why I do.” Alden’s eyes dropped to his hands, his fingers twisting the edge of his embroidered cape. “You and I both know, Keefe, that my son doesn’t necessarily excel at controlling his temper. And… I don’t think either of us wants to see him channel any of that anger at Sophie. So if you’re there –“

“Hang on.” Ro made a time-out gesture. “Are you seriously asking Keefe to be the punching bag during your pretty boy’s little temper tantrums?”

“Of course not! I’m asking an empath to watch for moments when his best friend is getting close to losing control of his emotions, and to keep him from saying or doing anything he’ll later regret.

“Or you could just leave our pretty little blond girl out of this one,” Ro reminded him.

“No, I can’t. Fitz… needs her.” His eyes shifted to Keefe, and there was something tentative about his expression.

Something nervous.

“He needs her,” he repeated gently, taking a long breath before he added, “I think you know that. And… I suspect you know how Sophie feels too.”

Unfortunately, Keefe did – and he was always trying hard not to think about it, because it made him want to punch things.

“Hate to break it to you guys,” Ro informed them, “but Blondie doesn’t know what she feels.”

“Perhaps not,” Alden conceded. “But that mostly has to do with the fact that my son has yet to make things clear. Once he does…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. Keefe was well aware of all the miserable mushiness he had ahead.

The hand-holding.

And cuddling.

And…

Ugh, if he had to watch them kiss, he was going to vomit all over his boots.

Alden placed his hand softly over Keefe’s, waiting for Keefe to meet his eyes before he told him, “I realize that all of this is… complicated for you, given how you feel about –”

“I’m just gonna stop you right there,” Keefe cut in, pulling his hand away and jumping off the swing. He paced to the far end of the patio, relieved that his legs pulled it off with some swagger. “Leave the feelings-reading to us Empaths, okay? Cause you’re wrong. Like, super, super wrong.”

“No, I’m not.”

Keefe was dying to ask him how he could be so sure – and if that meant Fitz had figured it out too. But that would mean admitting it, and the only way he was going to get through this conversation was to deny, deny, deny.

Alden sighed. “Sorry, I know this conversation is difficult – and I’m not trying to meddle –”

“Um, I’m pretty sure this is the definition of meddling,” Ro argued.

“No, it’s the definition of caring.” Alden stood and made his way closer, wrapping an arm around Keefe’s shoulders. “You may not be my genetic son,” he said quietly, “but I’ve long considered you part of my family.”

Keefe had to remind himself to breathe.

Part of him wanted to pull away and run. The other part wanted to lean back and see what it felt like to not have to stand on his own. But he was pretty sure that either way, he’d end up getting hurt.

So he just stood there, stiff and silent, watching the frothy water smooth the dark sand into a shiny, black canvas.

It wasn’t fair that the beach got so many do-overs.

“I’ve never told anyone this,” Alden murmured, “but long ago before I met Della, there was… another. Someone I was convinced was my perfect match – and the matchmakers agreed. But, as it turned out, she… preferred a close friend of mine.” He let the words hang there for a beat before he added, “So I’m no stranger to your situation, Keefe.”

“There’s no situation,” Keefe insisted.

“Maybe there isn’t. But I’m going to pass on some wisdom to you anyway. I’m a father. It’s what I do. And don’t worry, I’m not about to give you a long speech on how someday you’ll find your true match like I did – though you will.” He pulled Keefe slightly closer, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “The wisdom I want to give you is simply this: If you really care about them, let them be happy.”

Let them be happy.

Those words made Keefe want to vomit even more than the idea of Fitzphie smoochfests.

“I know,” Alden said gently. “Believe me, I undersand exactly how heartbreaking that is to hear. But take it from someone who ended up losing two valuable friendships. There’s only one way this ends –”

“Uh, no there isn’t!” Ro snapped. “We’re talking about teenagers! Stop acting like any of this is a done deal.” She waited for Keefe to meet her eyes before she added, “It isn’t.”

Alden sighed. “I suppose only time will tell. But that doesn’t change where we are today. Today, Sophie and Fitz are both going to need your help. So the question is, are you willing to be their friend?”

Keefe opened his mouth to answer, but Alden shook his head, drawing Keefe into a hug before he stepped away.

“That’s all I came here to say,” he said, pulling his pathfinder out of his cape’s inner pocket. “I hope I’ll see you at Tribunal Hall in a few hours. But I’ll leave that up to you. Think about what I’ve said, okay?”

Keefe managed a shaky not as Alden held the crystal up to the sunlight and glittered away.

“That guy’s got a lot of nerve,” Ro grumbled. “You know what that was, right? He’s trying to get you to back off so he can keep his spoiled son happy – and he’s totally using your daddy issues to make you play along!” She held out her arm, pretending she was wrapping it around an imaginary person’s shoulders. “I’ve long considered you part of my family – what a stinking load of garbage! He’s just trying to get rid of the competition. So what you need to do now is –”

“I’m going to the Tribunal,” Keefe interrupted.

Ro rolled her eyes. “Of course you are. That’s what you do – sabotage yourself over and over because it’s easier than putting yourself out there!

“I’m not sabotaging anything! Sophie’s not some prize that Fitz and I get to fight over. She’s a person. And she has her own feelings – and no one knows those feelings better than I do!”

Ro blinked, and he realized he’d shouted that super loud.

Loud enough that he was pretty sure his father had heard every word.

But it didn’t matter.

Lord Cassius wasn’t the type of person to go for a heart-to-heart.

Keefe’s hands curled into fists and he sucked in a deep, slow breath before he said, “I’m going to the tribunal. Because two of my friends are going to be there. And they’re going to need me. You can whine about it all you want. Or you can stay here…”

“Oh, I’m going,” Ro warned. “And there will be an abundance of whining.”

“Bring it on,” Keefe muttered, heading for his room to get changed. He tried to slam the door in Ro’s face, but the ogre princess had annoyingly fast reflexes and managed to block it with her elbow.

She sighed. “Fine. I’ll leave you to your sulking. But just… promise me something, okay? Don’t give up.”

“I’m not,” Keefe said.

And he meant it.

He wasn’t giving up.

He was just… waiting.

Being the best friend he could be.

Trying not to wreck anything.

And hoping, hoping, hoping that someday things would change.

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I just really hate how manipulatactive alden was and how he also told Keefe to give up the love of his live for his entitled jerk of a son. ive ranted about this before on another post but this was just mainly to put the story out there for people who haven’t read it.

[chemiste]

Foresight ~ ch.3

a/n : here’s chapter 3 :)

masterlist

A couple cheers were thrown from people.

Mr. Azoff twiddled his fingers together for a moment then stood up, “Great! Let’s get Hélène to take a couple pictures of you with the band that can be posted later tonight on Harry’s story and also get you a tour shirt! We’ve got to make it seem like you’ve known him forever right? Get to chatting in the dressing room and I’ll find our photographer.” Jeff zipped out the room with the other crew hot on his tail.

Maggie exited first and told you she was going to find the bathroom, which left you and H to walk the dressing room.

“Thank you, for this.” You spoke up, smiling to the man before you. “I know it must be a lot of work to cover for me but I really appreciate it.” “I know what it’s like to be pressured to tell eve’yone something you’re not ready for the world t’ know and ‘m happy I could protect you from it.” The statement was endearing, but made you a bit sad for the boy walking alongside you.

 He never got to do stupid teenager things without the media breathing down his neck, you thought somberly as you both approached the dressing room.

Before he could open the door, you put your hand on his arm and in a quiet voice said to him, “I’m sorry about the pressure you face from the public, it’s not fair to you or anyone associated with you. But, I want you to know that your strength made it easier for me to make this decision. I’m glad you’re the celebrity I fell into an E!News scandal with.”

Harry laughed at your jab to the article and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you Y/N,” he mumbled into your hair that his face was buried in.

You both entered the dressing room and were met with the other band members. Sarah smiled when you came in and stood up to give you a hug, “Hey Y/N, sorry about all the commotion but we’re happy to have another girl on the trip with us!”

The door opened and Jeff came in with a pink TPWK sweatshirt. “Here,” he wanted it to you, “you can wear this during the show and stand either in the pit again, or balcony, or where I think would be best, the side of the stage.” “Why?” You asked as you quickly slipped your turtle neck off under the sweatshirt so you wouldn’t get too hot.

Thank god I didn’t get stuck like last time trying to do that.

“Because it will help sell the whole ‘long time friend’ thing for Harry, you can stand just a tiny bit in view during a couple songs so that fans take a picture to post seeing you here at another venue and then the speculation will go away.”

He then motioned to Harry, “You also need to follow her on Instagram and quickly, then after he does Y/N, you can answer a comment from someone asking about the follow thing and just say you didn’t want the public eye on you so much but now there’s no reason for him not to follow you, do you understand so far?”

You nodded and Jeff seemed satisfied.

He clasped his hands together, “Alright, Harry you need to change and get hair and makeup done—” “only hair!” “—and then it’s time to rock and roll.” Y/N, just follow Hélène out once Mabel ends and she’ll show you where to stand.” The manager left and Harry was circled by dressing assistants and his hairstylist/makeup artist.

As he was being pulled away he turned to you, “Hey where’s your friend…” “Maggie.” “Yeh, where’s Maggie?”

You moved to get comfy on the couch as he was forced into the makeup chair. “She’s in a hallway 3 hallways down from us, but in about 4 minutes and 23 seconds she’ll come through the door saying something about the bathroom being too far away from the dressing room.” You said causally, keeping eye contact with the British heartthrob through the mirror.

He looked forward to his own reflection and mumbled, “that’s so cool.”

Exactly 4 minutes and 23 seconds later, Maggie comes bursting through the door exclaiming, “Famous people use the dressing room! Why is the bathroom so far away from it! Terrible terrible I tell you!”

Harry and you both made eye contact as she threw a mini tantrum and then bursted out in laughter. Maggie stood there clueless, “What’s so funny? Guys? Stop laughing— guys!”

You could hear the thunderous screams as you followed Hélène to where you’d be standing. Maggie tagged along as well but was told to not step out into view with you or else they’d have another scandal and didn’t want to deal with it.

“Here we are!” She announced over the crowd to you, from your spot on the stage you could see the rubric’s cube on the screen above and the first few rows of fans at the barricade.

Hélène motioned for you two to come closer to her, “If you get tired of standing, there’s to fold out chairs over there. Y/N, step out a little after Harry asks for lighting in the crowd, this is will help them notice you a bit. I’ve got to get in position but I’ll see you girls after!”

You gave the photographer a thumbs up and she ran out to take the beginning shots of the crowd. Maggie squealed next to you, “This is so cool! We get to see him right in front of us!” “We were in front last time though Mags.” “Yes, yes but this time we’re on the stage!! It’s like our personal booth at an opera!”

Before you could respond, Only Angel started to play and the crowd really cheered then. You watched in awe as the screen lifted and there stood Harry Styles.

The songs were spectacular just like last time, you danced with Maggie and sang to your heart's content. It was great to watch Harry from this angle, you could see the joy in his face from all the smiles he was receiving.

“Can we get the lights up ’n ‘ere?” He asked into the microphone, you knew this was your ‘moment’ to shine. You gave a quick look to Mags who gave you a thumbs up.

Then, little by little, you shuffled into the direct eyesight of the crowd, still on the side of the stage. You lean on the wall to try and relax.

Y/N come on, look like you’re here for your friend and that’s your only concern!

With that thought in mind, you allowed your body to relax and enjoy watching the poster interact with fans. You’d always thought of him as a pretty chill celebrity but looking at him now, you could see how much he appreciated his fans and it was humbling.

Click! Click!

Flash!

Click!

Tiny bursts of light started appearing in your peripheral vision, you turned your head slightly to see a couple people had taken notice to your presence.

This is good Y/N, keep calm, everything is falling into place correctly.

“Y/N! Y/N! How do you know Harry Styles?!!” Shouts at you started to attract more attention away from Harry who was talking to the opposite side of the crowd and over to you.

Oh no, this is a bit much now. You looked up to Harry with a startled expression as you saw him watching the crowd looking to wear people were pointing.

You both made eye contact and he smiled with a tip of his head. “alrigh’ alrigh’, quit your whinin’. That’s m’ friend Y/N in case yeh were wonderin’ ya snoops.”

You let out a big breath as the crowd laughed with him, you mouthed thank you to him and he tipped his head in your direction.

“Let’s start another song shall we?”

Watching the finale song was very energizing, harry was giving it his all and the crowd was eating it up. Once it ended, the band took a bow and started to head off stage in your direction.

A sweaty Harry came darting right at you and with no time to react, he picked you up and swung you around. There’ll definitely be pictures of that on social media.

“You were fantastic Harry!” Maggie said as he put you down and started to walk back to the dressing room with everyone else. You followed alongside him with Mags and she continued to gossip about the whole concert.

“Did you see the girl in the front with the pink hair?! It was so cute when you sang medicine she turned to the girl next to her and confessed her love for her!! They kissed and everything, it was like a movie moment! And then—“

You zoned out Maggie’s rambling to glance at the rockstar next to you, even dripping sweat he still looked effortlessly handsome.

Stop that right now, no thought’s about licking the sweat from his brow or—hey! No-one of that Jess!

You shook your head and returned to the conversation at hand as you entered the dressing room. Celebratory cheers engulfed the room as Harry entered. Mitch and Sarah had a champagne bottle which they popped and dispersed into paper cups.

Once the cups were passed out, Harry lifted his into the air. “Here’s t’ new friends and a killer performance!” Everyone let out a cheers! and took a drink.

You chatted with Maggie for a bit before you heard your phone ringing on the table in front of you.

I must have left it here during the show. You went to grab it and saw a bunch of missed calls from your mother. Oh Lucy… What? You clicked call back and left the room to speak in the quiet hallway.

“Y/N? Y/N! Oh my gosh we were so worried—“ “Mom! What’s wrong? What about Lucy?” “Darling, she called us while we were out gardening and I only listened to the voicemail she left but she’s sounded confused! She said you were trending—“

“Trending.” You said at the same time as your mother. “Yes— what does that mean sweetheart?!”

You loved your parents, but they were a bit behind with technology slang. “Mom everything is fine, I’m sorry I haven’t called you sooner a lot has been going on.” “Like what Y/N?”

You took a breath, “You know texted you about the concert Mag’s Dad got us tickets to?” “Mhm” “Well, I uh, knew somethings that I shouldn’t because of my psych stuff—“ “Y/N! diD YOU GET ARRESTED?!” “wHAT!—No mother!! I did not get arrested!” A few interns that had been passing by gave you a strange look but continued on, you whispered into the phone.

“Basically I knew lyrics to a song that hadn’t been released and to keep the internet from exploding and my secret getting out, the singer has graciously let me tour with him for some shows.” “And when did you think you were going to tell me this young lady?!” “I’m sorry mom! Everything has just been so hectic that I forgot.”

A deep sigh came from the other side of the phone, “And they’re doing this to protect your special skill?” “Mhm, they are momma.” “Well, alright, what band is it anyway—“ “It’s Harry Styles.” “Styles? Wasn’t that the boy in that small band called wrong direction?”

You stifled a laugh, “One Direction, and they broke up a while ago.” “Really? Oh dang, I thought they had so much potential.” “They did have— oh never mind, I’m going to need to transfer my poetry and photography class online, and get more clothes oh god I didn’t think about clothing.”

“I can pack a couple extra suitcases to be sent over but where would they need to go and I don’t know how to get them to you.”

“Okay, I’ll ask Harry’s manager about. I love you mom but I’ve got to get back to Mags and pack up for tomorrow.”

“Alright, we’re sending our love to you!”

After hanging up, you thought about the clothing situation. I mean, I have my checked suitcase with about 15 outfits (thanks to Maggie’s insistence) but it would be nice to have some nicer stuff since I’ll be with a top list celebrity for the next month so… hmm.

You went back to the dressing room to find everyone packing up to go back to the hotels to get ready for the 5am wake up tomorrow.

Maggie walked up to you with a goodie bag of merch over her shoulder. “Ready to go?” You nodded and headed to the door. “See you guys later!”

Various versions of bye were voiced to you. As you walked down the hallway, Jeff came out of a different room. “Oh, Y/N great I caught you before you left. I’ll email you where to meet tomorrow, be there at 4am or a bit before since we want to get a move on.”

“Alright, oh one thing, my mother wanted to have a suitcase sent over for me with some more clothes?” He nodded and pulled his phone out, “here, put her email in and I’ll sent an intern in the area to pick it up tonight to be shipped over in time.”

Your eyes widened at his casualness to get something shipped abroad for you. You typed in her email address to his phone, “Thank you so much!” He bid you adieu and you girls took a cab back to the hotel.

“I’m sorry I’m leaving you two days before you’ve got to go home. You sure you don’t want me to ask if you can tag along?”

You said to Mags from your sprawled out spot on the bed across from her as she put her clothing back into her luggage.

“No worries girl! I’m gonna meet up with dad in Germany and have some Dad and Daughter time.” She zipped the bag up and put it on the ground and crawled into bed. “It’ll be good honestly, we haven’t had time together in a while.”

You smiled at your best friend, happy that the weird situation you were in wasn’t leaving her stranded. Maggie reached up and turned out the lamp.

“Good night Y/N.”

“Night Mags.”

ding ding ding! bing! ding bing! ding!

One of your arms wiggled out from under the covers to turn your alarm off. You let out a quiet groan and got up from the comfy bed.

You had been smart and wore what you were gonna wear on the bus to bed so you didn’t need to change. You had on high leggings and the pink sweatshirt from last night over a tank top in case you got hot.

Making sure you didn’t disturb Maggie until you were to say goodbye, you headed into the bathroom and closed the door quietly before fumbling your hand on the wall to find the light switch. You went pee and brushed your teeth, then did your skincare routine and put your hair up out of your face.

As you packed up the stuff you had left out for the morning you saw your eyelash curler at the bottom of your compact bag.

Might as well.

You curled your eyelashes a few times so you didn’t look too horrible for 5am but honestly would blame you?

You left the bathroom and put the last few remanned things in your suitcase and zipped it shut before pulling the handle out. Grabbing your phone and wallet from the table, you unplugged the charger and shoved it into your backpack before putting your tennis shoes on and going over to Mags.

“Hey, I’ve got to go now but I love you and I’ll see you soon kay?” The brunette rolled over to face you and gave a sleepy smile, “I love you Y/N, have fun.”

You gave her a quick kiss on the nose, “Love you too Mags.”

Then with one last sweep of the room to make sure you hadn’t left anything, you grabbed your bags and left.

ch. 4

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[kageyio]

FIRST KISS HEADCANONS: KARASUNO

note; this is my first post on my haikyuu writing blog, so i hope you enjoy! this took me super long to write because i would only spend like 10 minutes on it at a time ahaha...

headcanons are below!

daichi sawamura

there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you that you both definitely want to kiss each other, but you're both a bit nervous

would most likely wait until a month of dating has passed

he knows he wants to wait for the perfect moment, he wants to make it memorable

there's a lull in the conversation, you're both quiet, just looking into each other's eyes

finally he asks, very quietly, if he can kiss you

when you agree, your face is already red

he gently cups your face, leaning in slowly

as soon as your lips connect, you get a shock to your entire system

whatever he's doing, he's very good at it

it's the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless afterwards, the kind of kiss that makes your head spin

it's the kind of kiss that, after he pulls away and gives you that soft smile, all you can think to say is "oh, wow"

koushi sugawara

after about two months of dating

you two spent a long, quiet, domestic day together, and as the sun started to set, he would walk you home

the conversation is kind of serious (but not in an uncomfortable way)

when you make it home, neither of you want to leave each other

you're standing really close, but neither of you says a word

finally, you mumble out something about needing to go, but as you turn to leave he grabs your wrist and pulls you back

when you turn, your lips meet his

the kiss doesn't last very long, but when you pull away your face is completely flushed

"let's do this again sometime," koushi says with a small smile and god he's just so pretty

your brain is short circuiting, so you just nod in agreement

you can hear koushi laugh a little as he waves goodbye and leaves

asahi azumane

a nervous mess who moves very slowly in a relationship because he's shy and needs reassurance

you've been dating for almost a year before he finally kisses you

at this point you've become very comfortable in each other's presence and have very good communication

you two are sitting on a park bench, fingers intertwined, chatting about your plans after graduation, when he suddenly looks over and asks you if you're sure you want to be dating him

"of course i do, asahi!" you exclaim before explaining all the reasons you're dating him; explaining that he's kind, reliable, has a beautiful smile, and that his habits are adorable

to further your point, you bring his hand to your face and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles

you continue your chat with asahi having a much more happy demeanor, and after a couple minutes he also takes time to explain why he's dating you; explaining that you're cute, and sweet and always make him feel happy whenever he sees you

as he explains this, his face gets closer to yours until your foreheads are resting against each other

he pauses for a moment in his explanations, then, in a soft voice, he asks, "is this ok?"

you assure him that it's more than okay and you two share a very loving, heartfelt kiss

and when you pull away, you both tell each other that you love each other

yuu nishinoya

victory kiss!

after like a month of dating

the karasuno boy's team just won a game (one that means a lot to them, like aoba jousai or shiratorizawa)

yuu, of course, is over the moon already, and becomes even happier when he sees you running towards him after the game

you collide into him, pulling him into a tight hug

before either of you can say anything, you kiss him

the entire team starts shouting and laughing as they watch you guys

someone might have fainted (it was hinata)

it's a very happy, high energy kiss

you're both smiling against each other's lips

when you pull away, you manage a breathless "congratulations"

yuu can't even say anything, he just stands there, with a huge smile on his face

he's never been happier in his life

ryuunosuke tanaka

he never stops thinking about kissing you, honestly

every time you're together, he always ends up staring at your lips, but he doesn't want to rush things or get overexcited, so he waits

finally, after 2-3 weeks of dating, his waiting comes to an end

during a study session in his room, you notice him staring at your lips, and quickly catch on to what he's thinking

wanting to mess with him a bit, you give him a teasing smile before biting your lip

this affects him in ways he doesn't want to admit, but he decides he's waited long enough and begins to lean towards you

just as his lips begin to brush against yours, his sister bursts in the room because of course she does

he jerks back, red-faced and embarrassed

she laughs at how "scandalous" you two are being

but after she leaves again, you pick up right where you left off

the kiss is very sweet and when you pull away, he tries to follow you because he's so dumbstruck and happy

kei tsukishima

you two are at this strange stage between friendship and dating

there's an unspoken mutual like, and everyone knows about it, but neither of you have said it outright

he's trying to tease you a little bit like he does all the time

saying things like "stop looking at my lips like that, pervert" and "fine, fine, i'll kiss you, but only if you say 'please'"

he just wants to see you blushy and embarrassed

he wasn't expecting you to actually say "please kiss me," and his cheeks redden a little

nonetheless, he smirks and says, "alright, i'll indulge you just this once" as he begins to lean forward

your eyes flutter shut, but the kiss never comes

instead, you hear muffled snickering

he's laughing at you! (he thought your expression was just too funny and cute)

you huff, but you do actually get your kiss when he stops laughing

that night, the mutual like was no longer unspoken

tadeshi yamaguchi

you've been dating for just over 4 months

he's a bit nervous, stressing over every minor detail; he really doesn't want to mess it up and make it a bad experience

one day, you come over to his house so you guys can watch some movies together

your head is leaning on his shoulder, and he's playing with your hair

the atmosphere is very peaceful and happy, and you feel like you're about to fall asleep

tadeshi, on the other hand, keeps glancing at you

his face is flushed since he's thinking maybe this is a good moment

you feel him shift under you, and you're about to ask what he's doing when you feel his lips on your forehead

it's more than enough to wake you up, and you two stare into each other's eyes for what feels like a lifetime

finally, you both lean in and kiss each other

you smile against his lips; the kiss is very gentle and sweet

when you pull away, you giggle at each other and go in for a second kiss as well

tobio kageyama

first kisses are something he both anticipates and absolutely dreads

he has no idea what the fuck he's doing!

he's never been in a relationship before, so he takes it very slowly

it takes him a while to work up the courage to actually do it, almost 5 months

when he finally does, he becomes a little too enthusiastic

he leans in too quick, so his teeth knock against yours

you both pull away immediately, and tobio is so embarrassed he almost leaves right then and there

but you put your hand on his shoulder, and lean in slow, pecking his cheek

"don't worry," you tell him, "just close your eyes"

when he does, he waits an agonizingly long moment before feeling your lips against his

the kiss is very soft and gentle

when you finally pull away, tobio is bright red and looks like he's about to combust

shoyo hinata

precious baby, please protect him at all costs

after around 4 months of dating, the two of you are walking home together

shoyo is holding your hand and practically bounces with every step, your presence just fills him with such pure joy

kissing you has been on his mind for the past couple weeks, and while he is super excited, he's also very nervous

as you begin to approach your house, his brain kicks into overdrive as he contemplates giving you a goodbye kiss

you look over at him and realize that he is far too easy to read

as he thinks about kissing you, he puckers and unpuckers his lips without knowing

you do your best not to laugh, but when you stop in front of your house and hear him cry out, "can i kiss you!?" you can't help but giggle a little bit

you give him an enthusiastic "yes!"

the kiss is short, sweet, and energetic, and when you part, shoyo's face is bright red

he barely manages a "see you tomorrow!" before dashing away with a huge smile on his face

[voldemorthatesnose96]

FORELSKET

chapter 4

chapter 3 here

chapter 2 here

chapter 1 here

Other new fic here

For some of you who asked for Colors In Silence today, I AM SORRY that I can’t post it today because somehow Tumblr won’t post it😞I’ll try again tomorrow!

It’s been 4 days since Robbe has talked to Sander. Even worse, saw him at school. Where was he? Where IS he?

Fuck!

Many possibilities comes to his mind and seems like the next thing is even more dreadful than before. He can’t shrugs the worries that Sander’s sudden disappearance is because of him; because he rejects him. Robbe also been tried to contact him ever since but Sander never responds—when he calls, it only rings for few times then died.

“Come on, please, pick it up!” Robbe murmus when he tries to calls Sander during lunch for 5 times in a row. But alas, nothing happens.

Robbe resists the urge to throw his phone across the room but of course he won’t because he couldn’t afford a new one if it’s broken. Groans in frustration, he jabs his gross-looking pasta with such intensity.

“Dude, don’t torture your food like that. The fuck?!”

Robbe looks up and saw his friends approaches him. The reproachful voice belongs to Jens. But Robbe doesn’t even care and continues jabbing his food.

“What’s the matter with you?” Asks Aaron, looking more scandalized than concerned. “If you ain’t hungry, you can always give them to me.”

“Stop talking, dude. Just stop!” Moyo’s rolling his eyes. “Why can’t you understand the situation here? Honestly!”

“What? What did I do?”

Jens makes a motion like “ssshhh” to shuts him up and Aaron instantly sits still.

“Hey,” said Jens with a soft tone. “You can always tell us what’s bothering you.”

Robbe fists his hands. Of course he knows that he can always tells his friends about everything and anything, and of course he wants to; but wonder why, he isn’t ready yet.

“Is it about Sander?” Moyo asks casually but sounds so sure. He doesn’t even blinks after asking the question.

Robbe feels all of his friends’ eyes are looking at him now, waiting for any signs that would come from him.

“Is it?” asks Aaron. He sounds genuinely surprised.

Jens gives him the look then back to Robbe again, “Robbe—“

“Yes,” Robbe says, almost shouting. His breathing comes out hard. “Sander. About him. Yes!”

Moyo looks rather smug but tries to hide it by eating his salad, Aaron’s mouth is left agape and Jens’ expression is kinda hurt and sincere at the same time.

“What happened?”

Robbe gulps, suddenly feels very thirsty but he’s too distracted to care.

“We had our moment….”

Then he begins to tells his friends about the night after Sander’s birthday party, the promises they made and his rejection of Sander’s “invitation”. He wants to cry at this moment and he doesn’t gives a fuck whether it’s gonna make him lame in front of his friends, but he can’t—no matter how worry and hurt he is, he can’t brings himself to cry.

“I’m so worried about him. Fuck.”

Robbe finishes his story with a heavy breath. His chest hurts like he’s been running within a thousand miles away.

Jens touches his shoulder, “have you try to visit his place?”

“I don’t know where he lives. I mean, his other flat.”

Robbe takes advantage of the temporary silence to eats more lunch—suddenly feels guilty because of his violent behaviour towards his food earlier. Moyo is peering into Jens, though every now and then he cast sideways looks at Robbe. Aaron, who is now helping himself to Robbe’s shredded carrots, turns his attention to Amber who sits 4 rows from them; she catches his gaze and gives him a middle finger. Aaron has been crushing on that girl when they were only Freshmen.

“Why don’t you ask the friend who gave you his other number?” asks Moyo.

Robbe shakes his head, “no. I don’t want him to think that I’m a stalker or something.”

“Fuck that, dude!” Aaron says eventually, makes his friends quite shocked. “Don’t let anyone else’s judgement stop you. It’s no good!”

Moyo is looking very impressed with him and even giving Aaron a proud pat in the back, “Bravo! Finally some sane words came from your mouth!”

“You think I’m stupid?” And all of his friends nods in agreement. “I hate you guys.” He grunts then back to his meal again.

“Bro, Aaron’s right,” Jens agrees. “You should go for it. Check on him. Make sure he’s okay or you’ll live with this miserable state forever.”

Robbe finally feels some kind of hope bubbling inside him and actually, it feels good—really good. Maybe he have to try to be more open to his friends from now on.

“Okay, I’ll try it but after school. Maybe I’ll wait for him at the gate.”

“Good idea.” says Jens with a proud smile.

“Yeah,” Moyo agrees. “We’ll be waiting for your news. Anything at all. Okay?”

Robbe smiles—a genuine and relief smile.

“I will. Thanks, guys.”

[ohpretty-baby]

bts as my sophomore class teachers

a thread because i miss my teachers lowkey

anyways enjoy <3

first hour: ap seminar with kim namjoon

super philosophical 

is a fanboy for rosseau, calls him the original gangster

intimidatingly intelligent; like reads 3 books in one day and writes two papers on them intelligent

constantly connecting foundational thinkers/texts to real life situations (ex: echo and narcissus and selfies in social media)

makes you feel like a bad person by questioning your moral motives

there’s never a dull day in his class

seriously

one time we spent the hour evaluating billie eilish’s bad boy and that one “sweet but psycho” song and talked about double consciousness

the next day we did a full 180 and talked about mass burials

then we talked about the refugee crisis the day after that

extremely thought provoking conversations

gives you independence, which is a double edged sword because everyone in ap sem procrastinates

wants students to exceed not only in his class but also outside of school

my irl ap sem teacher helped me figure out that i wanted to go into a career of law !

also an extensive librarian (hence the ability to read 3 books in one day)

if you have the slight interest in something, he has a book for it

i literally have 8 books checked out from my school library because of him

gives you complete and honest ratings of r rated movies and posts them on your schoology board

not afraid to be scandalous

“now everyone say it with me: premarital sex!”

that was something my irl teacher said, that day we shouted out premarital sex about 15 times with the door wide open

amazing music taste

literally

he listens to anything and everything, from french rap to spanish pop and then english folk songs

will dj for your graduation party for free

second hour: honors english with min yoongi

insanely calm, probably just very sleepy

easy going, chill

you really don’t feel pressured in his class

people goof off in class and are generally very annoying, but he doesn’t care

occasionally lectures students if he really needs to 

communicates what we have to do and then lets us do the work

lets us fail if we’re not responsible

but will understand if you can’t turn in a project if life gets in the way

i still have a project i need to turn in oops-

i haven’t received any negative repercussions tho

lets kids eat in his class and lets them go to the vending machine if they have no food

i go to my locker every morning to get food to eat

eats with us

lets you use your phone and watch netflix

will even ask you what show you’re watching and if it’s good

actually a really good teacher if you pay attention in his class

kids just think they can slack off, they end up failing tho so it’s really none of his issues

for some reason he’s a substitute teacher for a lot of classes

when he subs, the classes are extremely fun 

one time i spent my whole sixth hour talking to him about my costar and astrology

goofs off with the kids

that same day he subbed, my friends were making panoramas of each other and he rated all of them

isn’t strict

cares about his students and is very easy to talk to

because of this a lot of students open up to him

isn’t a snitch

would willingly make fun of classic literature with you

third hour: honors chemistry with kim taehyung

Super Sassy

always gets the last word when students mess around with him

“what’s your favorite double replacement reaction?”

“my favorite ones are the ones you guys get right; so none”

as you can guess, students love having conversation with him

probably has a dope ass instagram but damnit he won’t let accept anyone’s follow requests

probably because that’s illegal

constant Bad BItch energy

will openly tell students they are annoying without shame

will also openly tell you that you are dumb

once i thought that we had four principals (one for each grade, don’t question it) and my irl teacher was speechless,, like she couldn’t actually say anything at my stupidity

i would willingly sell my soul for my chemistry teacher

always has labs to do, even if they’re not very helpful at times

lets students retake tests by creating a new test 

but they’re actually harder than the actual test

students skip their own classes to visit him

i always skip my 6th hour to go into the chemistry

constantly has to chase away students

actually very sweet and cares about students, but is never really a push over

again, a constant Bad Bitch

fourth hour: honors spanish with kim seokjin

an even Bigger Bad Bitch

super fun and sassy

fiestas!!!!!!! 

we have fiestas but literally the only Spanish thing we have is chips and salsa and tacos

i’m not kidding

people just bring in cake pops and brownies

will sometimes teach a whole lesson in Spanish just to fuck with us

will also try to hold a conversation with us in Spanish just to fuck with us even more

loves seeing our shocked and confused faces when can’t answer his questions

actually teaches us

gives a lot of busy work but i honestly think that’s the better ways of learning and practicing Spanish, so there’s no complaints

engaging lessons, encourages us to make mistakes so we can be comfortable with the language

veryyyy helpful with pronunciation, makes sure that we know how to pronounce certain words

super trustworthy

once after school i spilled tea with my irl spanish teacher about a messy breakup i had gone thru, it was real fun

we have a theory that one of the senior teachers has a crush on her because he always visits her when he comes to our class

really good teacher but heavily overestimates our ability

especially when it comes to tests

but will admit his wrongs when we don’t do well in class

literally the best friend you wish you had

fifth hour: ap world with jeon jungkook

literally really pretty

really funny and sweet but his class is hard

not because of the extensive work and the fast pace, but because he doesn’t prepare students enough for saqs, dbqs, leqs, etc.

we still love our ap world teacher bc she genuinely cares about us

teaches an ap class but has never taken an ap class in high school

still teaches even tho he’s sick and his own students have asked him to stay at home so he can feel better

really fun discussion activities, like fishbowls

always drinking tea with a cool ass mug that has all the presidents of the united states on it

wears really cute clothes and coordinates colors

but sometimes will just pull up in pajamas

either way he’s Stylin

makes sure that students know that he doesn’t believe in racism and communism

always tells his students to take care when they say goodbye

draws LOTS of smiley faces

sometimes more confused about the content then the students are

but genuinely kind and hard working, even if it takes him 3 months to grade papers

sixth hour: theology with jung hoseok

confusing lectures

will talk about persecution in rome and then switch the topic onto blts (yes, the sandwich) and then talk about male circumcision

really goofy

deaf

talks very loudly because he takes his hearing aid out during lessons

honestly a really confusing teacher

a lot of people don’t like his teaching style, and neither do i, but it’s not a hard class so there’s really nothing to complain about

you really just need to read the slides in his class to pass

gives out homework but never grades it

i never turn in homework,,, 

i get a’s on his test and he just gives good grades for every homework assignment

honestly just really sweet and funny even when he tries not to

talks with his hands way too much

will take selfies with you if you let him

constantly asking for validation from his students

“is my teaching style ok? i know it can be confusing but i really try with making lectures funny so you guys won’t be bored”

can sometimes be annoying but everyone loves him because he just doesn’t make sense

literally the best class to do other homework in

sees students as his friends

once we had a public discussion online about our concerns of the coronavirus instead of actually learning about theology

i said that i was worried that i’d die of the coronavirus before i got a boyfriend

he replied to my comment saying “1. you are killing me ! :) 2. i’m sure that you have a lot of secret admirers, so the boyfriend thing is covered, they just need to figure things out. remember maturity happens at different stages for everyone.”

even though i don’t like his class at times, i know i’m gonna miss how crazy he is

seventh hour: honors geometry with park jimin

Sweetest, Softest, Most Pure of all

gives out candy during tests

but not just any candy

the really good strawberry candies that grandmas always have and never run out of

sometimes the lessons go by too fast but yet too slow at the same time

a Literal Grandpa

doesn’t let kids say “shut up” or “dumb” in his class

claims that he doesn’t even say “shut up” to his own kids

always reminds kids that this is a No Judgement Zone

rewards students who answer challenging questions with little stand-up signs that say “Expert at Work” or “Rockstar” that they can put on their desk

will buy or make little stockings that spell out the initials of the high school

brags about his kohl’s cash

once bought a $50 scooter for only $5 dollars because of his kohl’s cash

stays after school for two hours to reteach lessons to students

takes little strolls around the school building with his friends during lunch

Mental Math Mondays

mondays are when we play mental math card games with the whole class

lets kids make their own card games

will ask if you’re okay if you look sad

will also ask if you’re okay if you look sleepy

asks kids to be patient with him when they have a confusing lesson to teach

wIll thoroughly explain everything to the best of his ability

definitely has never done anything wrong

this made me genuinely miss my teachers even though i hate school with my whole entire heart, soul, and mind! anyways love u guys

[not-ur-normie]

The demon brothers as a kpop group (+ Diavolo)

Hey there! This is my very first headcanon thingy, so i would like to apologise for my bad english, its not my mother language. Also, it was so long ago when i last wrote anything similar in english, so once again, sorry. 

Anyway, i really wanted to write it, so let me know if you like it! + If you want general group headcanons with them as a kpop group, pls let me know it as well! (Or a similar one with Simeon, Luke and Solomon, hehe) Love! 

The demon brothers as a kpop group (+Diavolo)

DIAVOLO - The CEO of the company - It was the main goal in all his life to see Lucifer shining on stage - Okay, not, actually he only knows Lucifer since a shitty survival program - I mean, Lucifer is already hiper super extra giga mega beautiful in his eyes, but! Lucifer! on! stage! is the main Lucifer - So he maid a company for him - Lucifer was like 'wtf dID U DO' (okay, he didnt say it in this way, but-) - He is an understanding boss - Doesnt plan to debut any other group, so his company wont suck lol - Has all the money only for the bois - Altho he is really kind and understanding, he expects the guys to work extra hard do achive success - Sometimes goes to variety shows with his group and acting like a proud dad around them - Fans say that he is the 8th member of the group - Has his own fansites - Sometimes does modelling (has a duo photoshoot with Lucifer which he is extra proud of and some of its pieces are on his wall in a big canvas) - Fans ship him with Lucifer (not suprising) - He bought two houses next to each other. One is his and the other is the guys'. - Has a cameo in one of the mvs of the group - Does acting, has a lots of main roles - He is POPULAR

LUCIFER - Leader of the group - Also dad of the group (i mean if you dont count Diavolo) - He and the others participated in a survival program, but didnt make it - Got kicked out of their prev company - Thats when Diavolo became a fan of him and decided on founding one for him - Lucifer only agreed on joining if his teammeat could go too - Most popular in the group - Does everything Diavolo asks him to do - Makes the guys practicing till morning - Barely sleeps - Also does acting - Really bad at doing fanservice - Extremely caring towards fans - Always makes sure that the fans are doing okay, writes short messages on fancafe, uploads pictures (never about himself) on ig and twitter and reminds fans to take care of themselfs - Staying up super late to read fancafe letters from fans - Gives special attention to communicate with fans - However... He shamlessly blocks fans who upload meme pics about him or hurt his pride - HE IS SERIOUS - Thanks to this, fans never EVER mock him - Has a solo album - Won against his own group once in a music show (Levi said how it was not fair and Satan was pissed) - Never dyed his hair and never will - According to some poll, he is one of the most handsome men in kpop - He hates fanwars and when there is one, he tells the fans to stop  - He also hates rumors

MAMMON - He wanted to became a worldwide idol so he can get more money - Actually he was really bad at everything when he joined that survival program - Fans started to love him bc of his hard work (((for the money))) - Always forgets their own choreography - The whole fandom jokes about how stupid he is - He is always truly offended and scolds the fans on vlive - Fans make memes out of him and love dissing him - Fans think he is super cute and he is loveing it - LOVES fansigns but always blushes if he needs to hold hands with fans - Tries to act tough anyway - Cries in every. fkin. concert. (giving birth to new memes lol) - Once made a "joke" about how fans should donate him money instead of giving presents and it became a HUGE scandal, Lucifer and Diavolo deadass wanted to kick him out of the group - Does vlive a lot bc he loves talking about everything: how he bought a new car, new shoes, how he wanted to prank Lucifer with Satan and how they failed blah blah and so on - He is that member with zero lines, but has fair screentime - Modelling and super popular - Tried acting bc "he is too good at everything" but failed (he is not too good, but too shy lol) - The loudest member - Variety shows love him thanks to his idiotism - He says he is the "cutie sexy" member of the team - Once a fan started crying in front of him at a fansign out of happiness and Mammon was so touched he started crying as well

LEVIATHAN - His nickname is Leviachan for a reason - Fans know how much of an otaku he is so they always buy him anime related stuff and LEVI IS TRULY HAPPY ALL THE TIME - He even post about his presents at twitter and ig - Does gameplay vlives - Also has a youtube channel where he uploads every kind of videos: gameplays, gameplays, anime reviews, manga recommendations, gameplays, videos about his Ruri-chan collection, gamplays... and more gameplays - Uploaded a video where he and Mammon tried to snake into Lucifer's room to film him while he is asleep, but got caught and Lucifer started to shout at them - He needed to deletet it bc Lucifer wanted to kill him for publishing it - Fans didnt reupload out of fear from Lucifer - Shy at fansigns but compfy with old fans and fansites - Doing cosplay - At the begining he was reather shy on stage, but since he got used to it... aegyo all the way - Loves when they promote in Japan - In variety shows when the mcs ask him about his hobbies he always ends up talking too much, so to others need to stop him - According to fans, he has e-boy vibes - He is the one who posts everything thats happening with them on twitter, so the fans really ALWAYS know whats up whit the guys - Once accidentally tweeted out their hotel room numbers and fans found them (Lucifer was hella angry)

SATAN - Mom of the group, even if he hates it - Like if Lucifer is the dad, no way that he is the mom - Also prince of the group - Has good vocals but can rap too - Writes lyrics - Started acting bc he was sure he is better than Lucifer - Won an award for his main role in a detective series - Has a whole collection of books bought by fans - Gets angry easily which is the reason why fans often mock and make memes about him - Reads the messages fans send him and replies; sometimes its only a heart, sometims its advice or kind words - Came up with the groups greeting - According to the other members fansites, he is so handsome that its hard to not take pictures of him - Thanks to this, all the others fansites have at least two posts about him - Fans going insane when he starts smiling - Plays the guitar - Multilanguage king - Cant do fanservice - Literally hates fanservice - Once in Weekly Idol, him and Lucifer needed to hold hands and say nice things to each other after the others told the mcs how awkward their relationship is - That was the worst moment in his entire life - Wanna do a solo album, but didnt have the chance yet (Diavolo promisd him tho) - He has th best fashion sense after Asmo - Has a cat in the dorm and the fans love it like its their own - He has a great memory, so he remembers the names of the fans who attended their fansigns at least two times 

ASMODEUS - Main vocal of the group - Self claimed visual of the group - He posts the most, almost everyday - Loves doing make up - The most fashionable member - A big ass diva - Went to king of masked singer but didnt win it - Has a solo album - He loVES FANSERVICE, HE LIVES FOR IT - With members, with fans, it doesnt really matter - The best at fansigns, he is so direct - Hold hands with fans, gives hugs, let them touch him - On the groups YouTube channel, he has this special segment called "Asmo cam" - He shows whats happening in backstage during promotions - Designed their debut album's look - Also designed the lightstick - Complains to the stylists if he dislikes an outfit - MCing - Reads the fanfictions fans write about the group and teases the members with it - Doing shower vlives, where there is only voice, so the fans can hear him singing in the shower (he also brags about how beautiful he is and how unlucky his fans not seeing the full beauty of his body) - If a fan post about him saying dirty things, he will reply with even more dirtyer stuff - Most of his fans are hard stans

BEELZEBUB - Maybe i am headcanoning it wrong, but for me Beelzebub is a rapper - The only reason he is not part of the aegyo line bc he never does aegyo but naturally cute enough for fans to cry over his cuteness - He is so sad that fans mustnt give him food in fansigns, but Diavolo is against it out of fear of some antifan trying to poison them - Mukbang videos - Mukbang shows love and hate him at the same time - Eating everywhere and everytime - He even eats at the middle of concerts - Fans have a bunch of memes about him - According to fans, he is like a big puppy who must be protected by all costs - All cool and serious on stage, all cuddly and cutie off stage - Main dancer of the group, always helps with the choreographys - Has an own restaurant, where fans can buy his fav foods... And there is a lot of that - One of the sweetest bubs in fansigns, he is easygoing and thanks to this its not hard to talk to him - Fans dieing to see him take off his shirt, but it havent happend yet - In one of his birthday lives Mammon dropped his cake out of accident and HE WAS SUPER SAD - Most of his social media post are about food. What he ate, whats he wanna eating, what he recommends eating, notes to fans to dont forget to eat - Fans never tell him to dont forget to eat, bc they know he wouldnt - Fans ship him with Asmo and Belphie - Loves tours bc he can eat a lot of delicious food around the world

BELPHEGOR - Devil maknae - Makes fun of his hyungs, but loves them endlessly - Sleeps in backstage all the time; while his make up is done, while his hair is done, why waiting for rehearsal - Lucifer has the hardest time with him if it comes to practice - I mean, Belphie deadass can fall asleep the middle of some choreo - Didnt love doing agyeo, but fans are over the moon if he does, so he is doing it often - He doesnt have a fixed role in the group, sometimes he sings and sometimes he raps - One of the best dancers, but he is too lazy to show his full potential - He often falls asleep while doing vlives - Once in an ig live he told the fans that it doesnt bother him that they have haters, bc he hates the haters as well - He barely posts on social media; if there are pictures about him, they are mostly from the other members (especially from Beel) - He has a super big pillow he got from a fan to his birthday when he was still a trainee and this is his favourite pillow - He is the one with zero solo activity, bc if he has free time he reather sleeps than going to shoot something

Feel free to add anything that comes into your mind!

[in-your-language]

If I Can’t Have You

Hello! So I ended up deciding to post this (thanks to anyone that commented on my last post!), I hope it’s okay <3

Summary:

"The number of times he had slipped into a daydream where he finally gathered the confidence to ask Sam out was ridiculous in its own right, but really, how could it be his fault when Sam was constantly walking around looking like that."

A.k.a Grizz is very much into Greek tragedies and Sam Eliot.

[AO3 link in the reblog]

~

Grizz had somewhat of a committed relationship with Greek tragedies, and Wikipedia pages about Greek tragedies, and books about Greek tragedies. He also had somewhat a committed relationship with Sam Eliot’s Instagram profile, given how much he brought it up on his phone, but that was a matter for another time.

 “The Trojan Women,” he announced louder than intended as he set the play down in front of Gordie. 

 The boy smiled, watching with curious eyes as Grizz took the seat opposite him. “I’m starting to think you have a thing for tragedies, Grizz. Sure you’re okay?” 

 “They have the best lines,” he explained, smiling back at Gordie as he began flicking through. “If it's not a tragedy then the characters don’t have any time to get all deep and philosophical.” 

 “But of course. Grizz the random reciter of meaningful play lines.”

 “I take my job very seriously,” Grizz nodded, smile widening when Gordie began to laugh.

 It was a miserable Thursday afternoon, with rain splattering against the windows and pattering against the roof. The large yellow lamps hanging above their head provided the library with warmth, particularly in comparison to the dull atmosphere outside. 

 “So what have you found out about it?” asked Gordie, leaning forward in his seat. 

 “Well - it was written during the Peloponnesian War,” he responded, eyes flicking over some of his annotations. “The Athenians were getting ready to dispatch a massive expeditionary force to attack Sicily. Very nice of them.” 

 Gordie moved around the table then, settling down in the seat beside Grizz, and their discussion about the historical context alone ended up lasting about 40 minutes. Wars were complicated in Grizz’ defence.

 It was when the bell chimed, alerting them to other students, that Grizz allowed his eyes to wander. It was Sam who walked in, alongside his friend Becca. She was signing animatedly to him, whilst he looked over with a smile.

 Grizz didn’t lose his composure often, but seeing Sam that day, hair disarrayed from the beanie he was wearing, smile bright enough to light up a whole damn room, suddenly it felt like the world was collapsing around him.

 Sam’s eyes found his across the room as they always did, and he offered Grizz a playful smile before returning his attention to Becca again. Grizz let out a scarily lovesick-sounding sigh.

 Gordie chose that moment to clear his throat, eyebrows shooting up knowingly as he looked over at Grizz. He hesitated for a moment, clearly trying to be careful with his words.

 “You know...I’m not sure if you’ve seen, but there’s this movie called Love, Simon that seems pretty cool. It’s not a Greek tragedy but we could still watch it sometime if you wanted.”

 Grizz snorted. The subtlety was astounding.

 “Um,” he paused, trying to bite back a smile. Gordie was only trying to be supportive, after all. “Yeah, sure. That’d be nice. Saturday at my place?” 

 “Sounds like a plan! I’ll bring the popcorn.” 

 Grizz glanced back at Sam again, before sighing again and standing up from his chair. “I should probably get back to the team now, I’m sorry. Another session next Monday at lunch?” he asked, carefully closing the books that were scattered across the table and placing them in his bag. 

 “Sure,” said Gordie, following suit. He looked over at Sam too this time, smiling wide. “He’s cute,” he added, before turning around and heading towards the exit. 

 Grizz was left standing there for a moment, completely dumbfounded. He heard a giggle in the corner of the room, and he looked over to find Becca covering her mouth with her hand, Sam laughingly shushing her. He tried to ignore the pang of hurt in his chest as he slung his bag over his shoulder and made his way over to the exit. 

 Who was he kidding, he thought miserably as he walked, splashing through grey puddles. She was beautiful - everything Sam could’ve ever wanted. 

 ~

 “Now - what are we gonna do, guys?” Clark asked fiercely, fist raised in the air. 

 Grizz rolled his eyes and disappeared as subtly as he could into the background, preferring not to get involved with all the shouting. 

 “We’re gonna smash it!” came the responding chorus from the football team, Luke’s and Jason’s voices somewhere within the mix. 

 He looked out at the grandstands, shaded against the beaming sunlight that had broken up their week of rain. He was looking for someone in particular - he always was - but that didn’t mean he was going to admit it to himself. Butterflies flooded his stomach when a pair of blue eyes met his own, and suddenly he felt about twelve years old all over again. 

 Sam offered him another wave (they seemed to be getting more frequent and the idea of that terrified Grizz as much as it excited him), taking his hat off his head and holding it out in front of him. Grizz squinted for a moment as he read it, then a wide smile appeared on his face.

 It had ‘Go sports!!’ printed on it, and Grizz suddenly felt so much fondness for this boy that it was slightly overwhelming. 

 Despite never having exchanged anything beyond ‘hi,’ he had somehow managed to develop a full-blown, all-consuming crush on Sam Eliot and honestly, it was kind of ruining his life. Once, he was so caught up in Sam smiling at him that he walked into a pole for starters. The number of times he slipped into a daydream where he finally gathered the confidence to ask Sam out was ridiculous in its own right, but really, how could it be his fault when Sam was constantly walking around looking like that.

 Suddenly there was clicking in front of his face, and he tuned back into the real world to find Clark hovering in front of him. “Dude, the game’s starting! How the fuck are you day-dreaming now?” 

 Grizz immediately sprung to his feet with a hurried “sorry”, shaking his limbs out as he followed Clark onto the field. 

 The sound of a loud, shrieking whistle soon filled the air and all the boys around him were off. Grizz couldn’t help but sneak glances over at Sam, and when he wasn’t doing that the boy somehow managed to stay on his mind regardless. His movements all felt contrived, and his limbs weren’t cooperating, and yeah okay - who the fuck gave Sam the right? 

 There was insistent sunlight beaming down on him, and constant shouts ringing out in the air, and all Grizz could think about is what it would be like to feel Sam’s lips pressed against his. 

 He hated his brain sometimes. 

 It wasn’t a spectacular fail in the end - they won - but it was uncomfortably close for the team’s liking, and the general consensus was that Grizz had messed up big time. 

 “Dude, where the fuck was your mind that whole game?!” Clark exclaimed, waving a hand in front of his face. 

 “Fuck off, Clark. I was just having a bad day,”  Grizz muttered as he shimmied into a pair of jeans.

 “I’ve never seen you that off your game though,” Luke chimed in, walking over to the boy and placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Sure you’re okay, bud?” 

 Grizz hesitated for a moment, gaze wondering past Luke’s shoulder, before letting out a resigned sigh. “There’s just this person I like that I haven’t really been able to get out of my head.”

 Jason, who had been changing off to the side, froze almost instantly at the words. Clark had a huge grin painted across his face, while Luke seemed shocked more than anything. 

 Grizz didn’t blame them. He was rarely one to talk about romantic feelings no matter how much the boys prodded him, always shutting down any mention of the topic. But now that Sam had come into the picture and Grizz was reconsidering his whole stance on not coming out until College... 

 “Who’s the girl that’s finally managed to melt your heart of ice then, man?” Clark asked him, looking overly pleased by the confession. 

 “I’m not telling you guys,” Grizz said simply, shrugging as he pulled a shirt over his head.

 Luke’s mouth fell open. “What?! Why?” 

 “You won’t know her,” he insisted, pushing past Clark to grab his gym bag. 

 “At least a description?” Jason begged, hands clasped together in front of him.

 Grizz looked over at the trio, gaze hard, before rolling his eyes and slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Ginger hair. Blue eyes. Wears a lot of sweaters. Into books. That’s all you’re getting,” he told them, before leaving the change rooms. 

 Jason looked after him, shaking his head. “So he’s into a nerd then?”

 “Don’t knock nerds,” said Luke with a shrug as he pulled on his own shirt. 

 “Is there even a ginger girl in our year?” Clark asked. 

 Grizz just shook his head as he walked away, trying hard to bite back a smile. 

 ~

 Grizz had never been the scandalous kind, but looking across the room at Sam he came to the conclusion he’d happily sneak around with that boy forever if it meant being with him. That is, if that’s what Sam wanted of course, which he didn’t. The rumours around Sam being gay were just that. Rumours. And Grizz couldn’t bring himself to believe that Sam didn’t like Becca with the way he looked at her.

 That’s why it was a little startling for Grizz to be pulled into a random janitor’s closet by Sam of all people. Given the context, it hadn’t been totally weird. A practise intruder alarm had sounded across the school while Grizz was out collecting something from his locker. Perfect timing, if you ask him. Before he knew it, the classroom doors were being locked and the blinds were being drawn, leaving him standing there like an idiot until Sam pulled him aside.

 The good news was that he wasn’t going to be told off by a teacher for being out and about. The bad news was that he was currently stood in the world’s smallest janitor’s closet, so close to Sam that he could barely breathe.

 Grizz blindly reached for the light switch, and after a few failed attempts the lamp hanging above their heads flickered on. 

 He swallowed thickly. “Hey.” 

 Sam smiled apologetically. “Hey. Sorry for being so sudden,” he responded, signing along.

 “It’s okay,” he smiled back, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

 Grizz wracked his brain for any ASL he knew, but frustratingly enough he came up blank. Well - except for...

 Bullshit, he signed, which had Sam bringing a hand up to his mouth to stifle his laughter.

 “It’s the only sign I know,” he explained, feeling a blush rising on his cheeks as he spoke. 

 Sam nodded, smile fond as he leaned back against the wall. Grizz cleared his throat, hands nervously clasped together in front of him. 

 “I um...I liked your hat! From the game.” 

 “Oh, thank you. I worked very hard on it,” said Sam with a nod, voice playful.

 Grizz actually fucking giggled at that, and for a second he was convinced that he had actually somehow managed to become twelve again. 

 The alarm was still blaring around them, and for a few moments, Grizz had almost forgotten about it. He bit his lip as he returned his gaze to Sam, obnoxious little butterflies filling his stomach. 

 Sam smiled faintly. “I see you looking at me a lot,” he spoke, hands signing along. 

 Grizz, without seeming dramatic, wanted the ground to swallow him up whole so he’d never have to deal with this conversation. This conversation with a cute boy who had definitely noticed all of his creepy staring.

 “Sorry,” he managed, blushing like an idiot all over again. “It's uh...something I do a lot. Zone out.” 

 Sam raised an amused eyebrow. “So it’s just zoning out?” 

 Grizz bit his lip and nodded, heart racing now.

 “That’s a shame. I thought maybe you liked me.” 

 And suddenly Grizz was considering the idea of this being a dream because what the actual fuck did Sam just say? His heart couldn’t take this. 

 “I - wait - um, do you...do you like me?” he spluttered out, embarrassed beyond belief. 

 Sam just smiled teasingly and shrugged, seeming about ten times more confident than Grizz felt.

 “I don’t know. Do you like me?” 

 Grizz hesitated for a moment, looking anywhere but Sam as he contemplated on how the hell he should respond. 

 “...Yeah,” he managed, voice higher than he would’ve liked, but then he remembered that he was an idiot and the boy couldn’t hear him anyway.

 Sam gave him a beaming smile.

 I...like...you...too, he signed, movements slow. Grizz got the message, and he honestly had to refrain from pinching himself.

 There they were - standing under a dangling yellow light amongst cleaning supplies in a closet that was criminally small, looking at one another as though waiting for something more. Waiting for one of them to break. 

 Sam swallowed, hints of nervousness shining through as he took a step forward, and that was enough for him to be right in Grizz’ space. Grizz let out a shaky exhale, bringing his hands up to rest on the boy’s waist. He had no idea whatsoever what he was doing, but he at least wanted to look as though he did.

 Sam took this a cue, smiling slightly as he shuffled forward, allowing Grizz’s arms to wrap fully around his waist, before looping his arms loosely around Grizz’s neck.

 Grizz was vaguely aware in the back of his mind that the alarm had stopped by now, but that seemed so distant he ended up ignoring it.

 Sam inched closer, on his tippy toes now, and Grizz’ heart was officially soaring. He closed the final gap between them both, brushing his lips against Sam experimentally before drawing back again. Sam chased him, pulling him in and firmly connecting their lips. 

 Yeah. Okay. Grizz could definitely confirm the real thing was far better than imagining it, because holy shit.Sam’s lips were soft and slightly chapped against his own, and his hands were feather-light against his skin, brushing up his arms now (when had they left his neck?) Why he had wasted so much time pining when kissing felt this good was absolutely beyond him.

 From that point on he relied almost entirely on instinct, which must’ve explained why he was suddenly lifting Sam up and setting him down on the wooden crate behind them, never disconnecting their lips. Sam pulled away for a moment, eyes alight with mischief as he gave Grizz a playful smile, before pulling the boy back in, hands travelling up to his hair now and tugging ever so slightly. The action pulled a small (embarrassing) gasp from Grizz, and he felt Sam’s smile widen.

 It was when they heard shouting outside that they jumped apart, Sam hopping down from the wooden crate and Grizz frantically attempting to straighten his shirt. The door to the closet was thrown open and Luke was stood there, Clark and Jason right behind him. 

 Grizz swallowed, running a hand through his hair. “Uh. Hey guys.” 

 “We’ve been looking all over for you dude!” exclaimed Clark. “What are you doing in here?” 

 “The classrooms were locked,” explained Grizz as he stepped out into the corridor, Sam following close behind. “It seemed like the next best place.” 

 Luke was still looking between him and Sam, eyes narrowed sceptically. Grizz saw his eyes travel from Sam’s hair, to his face, to his sweater to - oh fuck he’s worked it out. 

 It didn’t take a genius, Grizz supposed. He and Sam were still panting a bit, shirts and hair in disarray, glances at one another awkward. That, on top of his blatant description of Sam, really wasn’t helping him in the slightest.

 “Let's go, guys,” Luke said suddenly. 

 Clark and Jason gave him incredulous looks. “Why?” 

 “Let’s just fucking go, okay? Teacher’s probably waiting for us anyway,” he repeated, dragging them both with him down the corridor. He glanced over his shoulder when he reached the corner, giving Grizz a wink. Grizz smiled gratefully and gave him a wave in return. 

 “That was fun,” said Sam, smiling over at the boy. 

 Grizz bit back a smile of his own and nodded, giddiness setting in over what had happened. 

“We should uh...do it again sometime? Maybe not at school, though...unless you want to.” 

 Sam’s smile took a mischievous edge. He leaned over to press a quick kiss to Grizz’s cheek. “I don’t mind school, but maybe we could see each other over the weekend? My parents aren’t home on Sunday.”

 Grizz smiled. “It’s a date.”

[laughing-with-god]

Hi!!! I've just started following you (yandere is my guilty pleasure, so thank god I found your blog) so I don't really know if you take requests or not (I think not), but would you consider, anytime in the future, doing a yandere fanboys but with exo? I loved the BTS one and I'm curious to see how an exo one would turn out ❤️❤️❤️

BITCH I WAS AN EXO-L BEFORE ANYTHING. (Tbh I consider myself more of one than an army but that’s controversial so👀🤫)

Suho- Supportive stan. Buys anything and everything concerning you and your group. The type of guy to buy multiple copies of the same merch or album bc he just wants to support his baby. Has went to multiple fanmeets and concerts, you have seen him many times. Isn’t a big fan of social media but just got an account to follow you. His friends know that whenever they hang out with him, they’re gonna have to catch an earful about the latest thing you did. Tries imitating little catch phrases or stunts you’ve done on variety shows or V-live. Doesn’t participate in fan wars bc he’s classy but if someone said anything negative about you, he would def just make an disgusted face and leave their presence. KING of sending gifts, has handed you a few small ones during fanmeets.

Lay- Very sheepish about his love for you. Buys all the merch and music but doesn’t let people know how big of a fan he is. Practices your choreo and songs, even has his own manlier versions for your performances. You’re the inspiration for any love songs he writes/composes from that point on. He tries to act like how he thinks you would want in a man. If he thinks you like the gentle type, then he’ll practice acting more coy and content. If he thinks you like a manly man, he’ll hit the gym and act more bold. You’re his ideal type of woman. for the few times he did try to date after discovering you, he couldn’t stand women who didn’t resemble you in any way. His wardrobe will change to alter himself into your style. He doesn’t really notice it, the progression happens naturally/subconsciously. His dream is to one day perform with you.

Chen- Everyone within a five mile radius will now how obsessed this guy is with you. Hums your songs everyday while doing mundane chores. Excitedly squeals whenever you update any social media, not caring where the fuck he is. Regularly posts covers of your songs. You’re his phone background, iPad, Apple Watch, laptop EVERYTHING. Dances excitedly whenever he hears your music. Denies being a solo stan, but like he ain’t fooling anything bc he mainly only belts out YOUR lyrics and only half-assedly hums along to the other members’ lines. Not above getting nasty if someone attacks your reputation. Very protective as well, HATES dating rumors with a passion. Really wants to collaborate with you.

Chanyeol- Thinks he is being slick about his love for you but tbh he is not. Religiously streams your music, wears merch and will refuse to leave the house if you were gonna make an appearance on tv bc HE CANNOT MISS IT DAMMIT. Covers your songs, all acoustic. Comments on all your social media pics about how gorgeous you are. The type of guy to need at least a day of no one talking to him after you made a comeback bc he is just so flabbergasted. You will be his background and everything for any electronic he owns. The type to get livid if you looked like you were getting thinner or worn out by schedules. He doesn’t hate girl groups but he doesn’t like them either bc they are your competition. (Still hasn’t forgiven Twice for stealing that award from you). Boy groups annoy him though, will def be naive enough to believe all dating scandals concerning you. He now hates all of Bts, Wanna One, Got7 and half of NCT bc why were they looking at you with heart eyes at that award show?!

Baekhyun- Could shout his devotion to you from the mountain tops. Sings your songs more than his own. Bold asl, def the type to slip up while on Tv and admit he fucking adores you. (Suho will have his ass on a platter for that but like 🤷🏻‍♀️). Headass enough to copy your outfits, tells himself that he’s just completing the other half of the ‘couple aesthetic’. Would drop anything and everything to watch your insta live or check your lastest social media post. Chanyeol bought him a backstage ticket for one of your shows and baekhyun almost promised to give Yeol his first born he was so touched. Thinks he is being subliminal by adding little hints for his love for you on his insta captions but everyone knows what’s up. Sends letters and gifts your way, squeals so loud if you respond in any way. Already has your future kids names picked out. He tired to figure out what type of perfume you wore so he could spray it on his clothes to feel closer to you. Would die before he admits it to anyone.

D.O- Silent stan. His obsession with you is so well hidden. None of the members would even know about it until someone says something slightly offputting about you and Kyungsoo puts them in their place. Adoringly calls you his ‘wifey’ in his mind. Watches variety shows, movies or interviews over and over again. Almost every night. You know those ASMR videos with idols? He listens to yours to fall asleep. Your voice is just so soothing to him. Practices making your favorite meals. Trains himself to remember information about you. He hates thinking that there could be another fan out there who knows more about you then he does. Fav food, pet peeves, height, weight, blood type, school name, birthday ect. HE KNOWS IT ALL. sings your songs to himself often but doesn’t dare post covers. He personally finds covers to be really offensive. The only person who should be singing your songs is you. No other voice could top your delightful tone. Reads tips on how to be a good husband in preparation for you.

Xiumin- uwu stan. Tries to recreate your pictures for his own social media. Quiet but supportive of you, won’t openly blast your music when others are near but when he’s by himself? Hell yeah, sign him tf up. Wants to be your ideal man, starts dressing differently for you. Covers your songs and likes singing along with you on the radio bc he adores the sound of your voices together. Gets hella hurt with dating rumors, don’t mention it around him bc he’ll just get really silent and gloomy. Lowkey he can be pretty petty with other boys who lingered too long at you at events or award shows. Collects polloroid pictures of you, goes over them every night. Has dipped into fanfic about you once or twice bc it just fills this hole inside him. An insufferable urge to be with you. Gets a new cat and names it after you. (Unless ofc you hate cats and prefer dogs bc Xiumin would abandon his love of cats for you)

Kai- He wasn’t sure how it started....okay that’s a lie. Jongin first just thought you were a really fashionable and chic idol. He kept an eye out for you just bc you were very different, but then it grew into an infatuation. He stopped watching you simply for fashion reasons and started watching you bc he was just so enchanted by you. You could advertise a product and he’d the type to go buy it just bc it’s you advertising it. It could literally be something so stupid, like a dish sponge but Jongin would still quietly go out and buy 15 bc like your face is on it....he hates dating rumors concerning him. Like when fans pair him up with Jennie or Krystal, he gets pressed bc like obvi it’s YOU he should be with not them. Very terrified of the idea you could come across his dating rumors and think he’s not loyal to you.

Sehun- Proud, certified Y/n trash. Would wear your merch everyday if he could. His most played songs are all from you. If you ever were on a movie, drama or tv show then they would immediately be his favorite, binge watches it multiple times. Changes his style to fit your aesthetic. Would burn his entire wardrobe if it didn’t suit your tastes. Watches your social media very closely. It’s pretty obvious to other people that he likes you bc you’re literally the only person he follows on insta. Copies your posts for his own account. (I.e; the Miranda Kerr incident👀) He monitors what other people say about you, once got into a heated debate with a nitizen in an effort to defend your honor. Wants to start his own fan café for you. Can and will send expensive gifts your way. The type of guy to look up your guys’ astrological signs and read the compatibility reports. Helps him feel closer to you. If you ever came on screen while his dog was nearby, he point and say “Look vivi, it’s mommy!”

[xoexoxhoe]

Ateez Reacts: S/O Sex Scene on a film set

@wonhosgyrl​ Request: “Omfg can I please get an Ateez reaction on how they would react to their significant other acting and having to do a sex scene with someone else. Thank you so much. Love your writing”

A/N: Let me tell you; When I say my co-writer and I had fun creating this thread, that would be an understatement henny cuz we were SCREAMING. Thank you so much for the support and here’s the thread! Hope you love it! 

ATEEZ & Y/N 

Hongjoong:

He’d be supportive at first, ultimately congratulating you on your success as an actress no matter how big or small the job may be.

He’d come to every single one of your shoots with coffee in a canister for you as well as all of your favorite snacks, being there for you at your beckoning call.

BUT- as soon as the camera started rolling, he wouldn’t be able to watch you. He’d probably have to sit in your trailer, watching his youtube and partaking in the onset food that PD’s probably give to him to hold him back from stressing for you.

“How is she doing? I swear to God- Hey! Hey, you! Is Y/N okay? Is she drinking water? You know how she gets when she has to do a crying scene! She gets dehydrated!” *PD’s eagerly handing him free choco pie and choco puffs in order to distract him as they politely push him back into your trailer*

When you told him about your sex scene, his eyes widened, leading him to stutter, “You’re- With another- Wait, like- It’s not me? But… I’m baby.”

You’d laugh, reassuring him that you loved him, and he’d hug you, still being the most supportive little bean ever.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa would basically be your manager, standing in the back of an episode reading with dark shades on, his starbucks in hand, just monitoring how everyone does.

He most likely jumps the director on set one morning when you are in hair and makeup

“Um hi, I was wondering why y/n doesn’t have more parts in today’s shoot.”

“…..Seonghwa, she’s the lead.”

“Exactly. That’s why I made a few revisions to the script to fit her in some more. Like you know, what are you trying to say, that I’m dating a mediocre actress? I think not, she needs more parts.” *Flips non-existent hair*

He gets your script for the sex scene before you do. You were on a different set, preparing for the wardrobe change into what is, of course, scandalous bedroom attire.

Snatches you away from your touch-up artists and starts to haul you to the car

“Y/N, you aren’t gonna do anything of this sort. We are going home.”

When you protest, not sure of the situation, he swirls around to face you and places a hand on your shoulder

“You don’t get paid enough to do this. Tell them to use your stunt double.”

The movie is literally a rom-com; you don’t have a stunt double.

Yunho:

He packs a lunch for you every day, sometimes surprising you at the set; but sadly, lunch in his eyes means a PB&J sandwich because you won’t let him touch the stove at home.

He loves to watch you, telling every single person walking past him that you’re his girl, sometimes too excited, but you love it.

Yunho takes advantage of all of the free food on set, sometimes sneaking cheese cubes too often resulting in a stomach ache.

The day of your shoot for your sex scene in the most recent episode of your tv show, Yunho sat behind the PD team quietly eating the PB&J sandwich you refused to accept and allowed him to eat.

You walk quickly out of hair and makeup with a long robe on, darting your eyes toward his beaming face. “Wow! Y/N; Babe. You look amazing, but why the robe? I mean it’s flattering-” *Male lead walks in on the set with a matching robe and only boxers* “WHAT IN THE GOOD LORD’S NAME IS HAPPEN-”

He most likely shoves the PB&J into a PD’s face, “Hold my sandwich.” He then proceeds to stomp on set, hitting his chest and staring at the director, “Yah! Mr. Director, PUT ME IN COACH. RIGHT. NOW.”

The PD rubs his temples, looking at you disappointedly as you just shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile while running to stop Yunho. You grab his hand, telling him you love him and it’s just acting.

“I took an acting class in high school, Y/N.” You pushed him out of the door, pecking his cheek, “Honey, it doesn’t work like that.”

As the door to the set began to close you saw him drop to his knees in the parking lot, “BUT SOFT! WHAT LIGHT THROUGH THE YONDER WINDOW BREAKS?”

“BYE YUNHO.”

Yeosang:

Yeosang normally loved to let you work, allowing you to be private and come home to a stress free environment. But, on this day on particular, he came to set early to pick you up.

He parked near the staff lounge side of the set, reclining his seat as far as he could sporting a black hat and the darkest sunglasses money could buy.

PD’s and other staff pass his car, whispering about your potential sex scene for the movie and how it was to be filmed today.

His eyes ripped open, “Not today, Satan.”

He marched on set and into your dressing room where hair and makeup were working on you quickly. You looked up to him, “Yeosang!” You turned to your friends helping you, “Guys, this is my boyfriend, Kang Yeo-”

“No.”

“Wait, what?” You tilted your head and he dismissed the makeup artists with a flick of his hand. He went up to your ear, trying to whisper but still being ~ hella ~ loud, “You don’t think I know what you’re filming today, Y/N?! This is SIN… Ister…” He pouted.

“Babe… it’s a movie, it’s my job. I have to-”

“No.”

He began to pull you away but you stopped in your tracks, “Kang Yeosang, wait.” You explained to him the logistics, giving him the rundown of how safe it was and how a lot of it was fabricated.

With hesitant eyes, he nodded and just pulled you into an embrace, leaning down to whisper into your ear once more, “Fine… But I get to stay on set and watch this asshole.”

San:

Choi San might as well be the lead role in your movie as he and Shiber were even more popular on set than you; but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

He was always cheering you on and sitting in your chair while you were filming. He cried when you cried, got angry when you got angry, and of course, he ate when you ate in the movie.

San always commented on how good you looked in your outfits, sometimes even attempting to dress you up himself, confidently presenting you to your stylist who always  shot him down, saying that he can’t dress you in leather pants every day, nor can he place a turtle neck on you when it’s 80 degrees outside.

You and San were sitting on the couch in your trailer during downtime on set when you decided to tell him of the impending sex scene.

San looked up, screaming while pressing his chest against Shiber, looking to his stuffed animal, “Shiber- Did she really just say that she was gonna do a…” He whispered, “sex scene?”

You smiled, taking Shiber into your own arms and looking to the puppy, “Please tell San that his baby will be safe and does not love the male lead, only Choi San.”

San stole the plushie back, putting Shiber to his ear, “Shiber says that this is NOT a viable option in this situation.”

You stood up to San, laughing while using your free hand to flick his forehead, “Let me work, San!”

He rubbed his forehead, pouting but eventually giving in, “Fine. Just don’t let Shiber catch you staring at the dude or he’ll have to have some words with you, got it?”

Mingi:

Mingi never did pay attention to your rants at home, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t supportive. He always reassured you that you were the woman for the job, kissing you constantly and reminding all the staff around him that you were his and you were the best.

Mingi was especially interested in this movie you were filming as it was an action film, and the male lead was someone he really liked to watch.

He was very polite to all of the staff, always helping them to reach things off the top shelves of the prop-set as most of the PD’s were too short.

During a production meeting with the entire set, Mingi sat quietly in your chair, holding your purse and watching you intently. The director stood on the podium, “So today, we’re filming the love scene between Y/N and Lee Min Ho.”

Mingi’s jaw dropped, he stood up from your seat, shadow boxing the air and gritting his teeth before composing himself and raising his hand. “Um- I object, your honor.”

You dropped your face into your palms. The director tilted his head back, trying to disguise his laughter, “Mr. Song, Y/N is gonna be fine.”

“I PLEAD THE FIFTH, SIR.”

“MINGI!” You yelled across the set, bursting into laughter.

“WE, THE JURY, FIND THE DEFENDANT-” *Points at Lee Min Ho, attempting to hold back his own laughter* “GUILTY OF BEING TOO HANDSOME FOR THIS SCENE AND KNOWING Y/N WILL GIVE INTO HIM.”

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung was always cocky on set, yet all of the staff adored him as they knew he was in the popular group Ateez. They enjoyed his snarky comments and charm.

He never bothered you at work, just continually took selfies and posted them on the Ateez social media but sent them to you first for approval.

On the morning of the sex scene shoot, he was strangely calm. You told him about the situation way before hand where he just nodded, giving you a kiss and telling you that you were gonna be amazing.

“Babe… I’m nervous.” You closed your eyes as he pulled you into an embrace, laying his head on yours and rubbing your arm.

“You’re gonna kill it, Y/N. You always do. And I’ll be right there if you need me.”

You smiled, thanking him and kissing him before sauntering onto set and taking your robe off, smiling and bowing slightly to your male lead who bowed back.

Wooyoung just looked at you, waving a little and winking at you. The director of the set shouted to his PD’s, “We need the mood music, people. Where’s the playlist?”

All types of ~ mood ~ music began to play but lo and behold, your Jung Wooyoung walked up to the aux cord, unplugging the old ipod and throwing it behind him. “You people call this mood music?” He scoffed, “I got a song for ya’ll.”

Wooyoung saw the surprise in your eyes and grinned. Desire by Ateez blared on the speakers, causing your heart to race, getting flushed just thinking of Wooyoung and the song and what it did to you.

As the scene proceeded, he never took his eyes off of you. Everytime you looked to him throughout the song, he mouthed the simple words: “I own you.”

Jongho:

Jongho never liked to come on set with you. He always stated that, “Movie sets are like scary dreams. Every time I see a green screen, I just imagine Spy Kids and the scene where they’re being chased through lava by tinker toys.”

You took his hand, “Baby, it’s not that kind of movie. This is a rom-com.” He pulled his hand away and shivered, “That’s even scarier.”

On the day he found out you had a sex scene, he just so happened to buy you your favorite lunch, marching onto set happier than you’ve seen him all week, but stopping dead in his tracks when he noticed your skimpy attire. “Um- Hi? Yeah, why are you,” He motioned his hand towards your body, “Like this?”

You told him about what was to happen in the scene and he dropped the bag of your lunch on the floor, “Oh- and now’s a good time to tell me? Yeah- Where’s the security?”

“Jongho, why do you need security?”

He paced the set, “I’m literally gonna break something, they need to hold me back.”

“Babe- No- NO!”

He screamed, “JOHN CENA- TOO LATE.” He swiftly punched through a prop door that a PD was carrying onto the sound stage, causing the poor boy to falter and ultimately get slammed by a fist.

Jongho had no remorse, kissing your cheek, “Fuck, at least you look amazing…” He began to walk away as the crowd of staff members watched him with wide eyes. “I gotta go before I start breaking more shit-” He looked to the director, “Yeah buddy and you BEST BELIEVE I am NOT supporting this film- hell no.” He punched the door on the ground again and the PD, still pinned beneath it whimpered. Jungho let out a frustrated sigh and turned to face everyone while pointing to you, “By the way let’s just set it straight now that this is coming out of her paycheck.”

[copper-wasp]

Cor Leonis x Reader: Just a Taste

You normally weren’t one to be attracted to your superiors, but Cor Leonis was... insanely hot. You often wondered what it was like to be that good looking, yet so oblivious to it, as the Marshal was.

Posted on AO3.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,816

“Marshal?” you asked, stopping in your tracks and nearly spilling the two beers in your hands. “What are you doing here?”

The man in question turned to look at you, a polite smile forming on his face when he realized it was you.

“Well, I heard you talk about this place a few times and thought I’d check it out,” he replied, taking a sip from his own dark beer.

“Oh, I didn’t think you...um, ever relaxed,” you said with a laugh, setting your drinks down on the table in front of him.

“It is a rare occurrence,” he said, smiling at you again.

“Well, it’s just me and Shara here tonight, would you like to join us, maybe?” you asked, without any hope he’d take you up on the offer. “We’re at a booth right over there.”

He thought for a moment before standing and grabbing his glass. He gestured for you to go first, and you grabbed the beers off the table again, thoroughly impressed that Mr. Leonis was actually being a social human tonight. Normally he was just riding your ass about your sloppy combat skills, usually caused by a killer hangover, purposefully shouting as loud as he could before softly beaning you with a bokken right on your headachy noggin.

“Look who I found,” you said, gently setting one of the beers down on the table in front of Shara.

“Oh, hello Marshal. Nice to see you,” she said, immediately downing half her beer.

“Whoa, slow down there,” you said, taking a more practical sip of your own beer after scooting into the booth. You tapped the cushion with your palm, motioning for Cor to sit next to you.

“Oh, can it, [Y/N], let me drown my sorrows.”

“I understand you’re upset, really, I do, but I don’t want to have to take you to the hospital for alcohol poisoning,” you replied, giving her an unimpressed look.

“May I ask what’s wrong?” the Marshal piped in.

You leaned over towards him, “A guy she’s been, uh, having relations with, got a girlfriend and stopped seeing her,” you said near his ear.

“He broke my tiny, shriveled heart,” she said, making quick work of the remaining amber-colored liquid.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but if you’re looking to get drunk, you may want to go with something a little stronger than that piss you’re drinking,” Cor said, raising his eyebrows as he drank deeply from his glass.

You scoffed, glancing at him with narrowed eyes, “Oh, so sorry, Marshal, for offending you with our lagers. Not everyone has the constitution to drink that molasses you’re sipping.”

He laughed, meeting your eyes. His were crystal clear blue lakes, and you drank your fill of them. You normally weren’t one to be attracted to your superiors, but Cor Leonis was... insanely hot. You often wondered what it was like to be that good looking, yet so oblivious to it, as the Marshal was.

He was looking especially delicious this evening, clad in just a soft black t-shirt and tight dark wash jeans. Your eyes were drawn to his adam’s apple, bobbing gently as he swallowed his porter and you bit your lip, entranced.

“I’m getting another,” Shara announced, pulling you out of your reverie, but not before Cor got in a glance at you. Your friend slid out of the booth and trotted back over to the bar, most likely to try and work her free drink magic on the bartender. That left you alone with the Marshal, and you busied yourself with your beer.

“Is she going to be okay?” he asked after a moment, fingertip smearing the condensation on his glass.

“She’ll be fine. We’ve got high tolerances,” you replied without thinking. “Er, not that we drink, you know, all the time or anything....” It was a feeble attempt to backtrack, but Cor didn’t seem bothered, simply nodding and taking another drink. “I’ll just shove her in a cab a little later to sleep it off.”

“You’re a fine friend,” he said and you choked on the sip of beer you had taken. After recovering, with some helpful pats on your back from Cor, you turned to retort.

“Wow, Marshal, you are on fire with the zingers tonight. I didn’t know you had a sense of humor, I’m very glad to meet it.” He laughed softly, eyes squinting adorably as he leaned back in the booth. You smiled at him and he met your gaze. He looked like he was about to say something when Shara returned with two more beers.

“Thanks for the refill,” you said, reaching to grab one, but she yanked it away.

“These are both mine, get your own,” she said, starting on the first one.

You rolled your eyes, scooting towards Cor to get up and head for the bar, but he held up a hand. “I’ve got the next round,” he said, standing and walking away from the booth. You swung your head back around to look at her, a very pleased look on your face.

“Thanks for being greedy, Shar, I just got a free beer,” you taunted, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Ugh, whatever, that’s just because the Marshal has a crush on you.”

“Mmhmm, yeah, that’s likely,” you replied, quickly downing the last of your lager.

Cor returned a few minutes later, another lager for you and a hideously dark beer for himself.

“I don’t know how you can drink that, isn’t it like tar?” you asked, eyes flicking between his glass and his face.

“Here, try some. You might like it,” he replied, pushing the glass over to you. You touched his fingers with yours as you grasped the cold glass, finding them warm and a little calloused. Bringing it up to your lips, you took a tentative sip, your face immediately contorting in displeasure. Shara laughed loudly at you as you pushed the glass back over and forced yourself to swallow.

“Mm, yeah... definitely not for me, no offense, Marshal. I’ll stick to my piss water,” you said, washing the taste out of your mouth with your delicious non-tar beer.

He was looking at you with interest, and you saw his gaze flick down to your lips for just a microsecond as you licked them. You swallowed hard, trying to quell the arousal that had sparked to life in your gut. You gave a nervous chuckle and looked over at your friend, who gave you the biggest shit eating grin.

“Well,” she began, a few minutes later, scooting to the end of the booth, “I’m going to chat up that cutie at the bar. You two have fun.” She practically sprinted away, as fast as her heeled feet could carry her, leaving you alone with the Marshal, who was looking at you a little awkwardly.

“I just got ditched.”

“You did just get ditched,” he echoed, trying to stifle a laugh. You punched him playfully on the shoulder, downing the last of your beer. “You want another?” he asked, motioning with his chin towards your empty glass.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Marshal?”

“You’re the one who said you had a high tolerance.”

You narrowed your eyes at him; he was trying to look innocent, but his mouth soon broke into a smile. “Yes I’d like another one,” you finally said and he made his way to the bar again.

You felt your phone vibrate in your jacket pocket and you pulled it out to see a text from Shara. It was just two emojis, an aubergine and a peach, and your face immediately reddened, a scandalized look forming on your face. The three typing dots popped up, and one more emoji popped onto the screen, the disembodied tongue. You shook your head, trying to find her at the bar, but that woman was a ninja.

The Marshal wandered back over, scooting into the booth next to you even though Shara’s side was empty. Your body flushed a little at that, and you clinked your glass with his with a shy smile.

You didn’t know how long you were talking with Cor, but he was surprisingly verbose, a refreshing development from the normally reserved man. Of course he couldn’t help himself, and tried to give you some verbal pointers on your fighting skills, but you shut that down with a simple ‘no work talk during free time.’ Your body had scooted close and closer to the Marshal while you talked, occasionally bumping against his leg with yours if you started on an especially exciting topic, like cat videos you watched recently online. It was nice, talking to him outside the Citadel, and you couldn’t help but think about what his lips tasted like, or what he looked like under his clothes, or if he would be gentle or rough with you. Also the noises he’d make, you could nearly hear them already.

You were pleasantly buzzed, but had been pacing yourself as to not end up with a hangover the next day. It probably looked like you were drunker than you were, considering your intrusive thoughts and how pink your cheeks undoubtedly were. You excused yourself to the bathroom to try to get your mind out of the gutter. You unconsciously brushed against the Marshal as you exited the booth, and you felt his hand ghost over your lower back to steady you. You sucked in a breath, not turning around to look at him before gunning it to the women's room.

Inside, you took a look at yourself in the mirror, pupils dilated just a little bit, your cheeks two crimson beacons on your face. You fanned some air on them before realizing the futility of your gesture, shrugging and turning to leave.

You collided with someone shortly after the door closed behind you, and with an apology already on your lips, you looked up to see Cor standing in front of you.

"Sorry, Marshal, wasn't watching where I was going," you said quickly, but didn't make any move to pull away from him. You felt his hands on your waist, and he gently stepped you backwards until your back hit the wall.

Before you could ask what he was doing, he dipped his head down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. It only lasted a second, but you wanted so much more. Feeling him move away, you quickly clasped your hands on his shoulders, pushing them up to the sides of his neck and pulling him towards you again, letting your eyes close as your lips met his once again. He moved to loop his arms around you, his hands caressing over your back underneath your jacket.

You felt his tongue entreating entrance at the seam of your lips and you met it with yours, tasting that horrible porter but not caring one bit. You kissed him eagerly for some time, until your brain screamed for oxygen and you pulled back, leaning your head back on the dirty wall.

"Cor," you began softly, "would you like to join me at my place for a nightcap?"

Instead of answering, he moved one hand down over your rear, squeezing firmly and planting another kiss just below your ear. You felt his warm breath on your cheek as he pressed his body against yours. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you asking me that," he purred, and you shivered all the way down to your booted toes.

Grabbing his hand, you immediately drug him towards the exit, trying one last time to find Shara, but with no luck. You were about to exit out the front door when you felt your phone buzz yet again. Pulling it out, there was another message from the missing woman, just a short, simple 'have fun' followed by a kissy-face emoji.

You whipped your head around, finally catching a glimpse of her at the bar, the cutie she had been chatting up looking in your direction as well. She gave a little wave, wiggling her fingers at you like she was a pageant queen. You shook your head, smirking, and daintily raised your middle finger up at her. She gave it right back to you and you barked out a laugh, feeling Cor's hand move to your waist again as he held the door open for you.

You had no idea how you made it to your bedroom with all of your clothes on, Cor lavishing your skin with little kisses and nips the entire ride back. He discovered the particular spot on your neck that would make you moan, and he made short work of prioritizing it with his tongue and teeth, and you had to bite your lip to keep the noises from continually spilling out, the cab driver looking at you with disgust in his rear view mirror. He got a big tip when you finally spilled out onto the pavement.

Your jacket was the first thing to go, Cor pushing it off your shoulders and to the floor not even a second after you closed and locked your door. You were already panting, heart racing as you took turns removing various items of clothing. You let out an appreciative hum once his shirt came off, running your hands down his smooth, muscular torso. Your shirt and jeans came off simultaneously, you lifting the t-shirt over your head as the Marshal pushed your pants down over your hips. You went to work on the button of those very tight jeans he was wearing as he sucked a bruise into your neck, making you groan in pleasure.

His skilled hands made short work of the clasp of your bra, the black lace falling delicately to the floor as he stepped out of his pants. He pushed you backwards, pressing on your shoulders until you fell backwards onto the bed. He took a long look at your nearly-naked form, his arousal apparent by the tenting of his boxers. He pounced on top of you, and you lost yourself in the sensations of his hands and mouth, lips and teeth and fingertips lighting all of your nerve endings on fire. He worked his way from your mouth down to your breasts, lavishing them with attention, gently twisting and pulling at your nipples until they were hard beneath his palms. Continuing south, he caressed his hands down your sides, stopping only to dip his fingers beneath the elastic of your panties, pulling them down oh, so slowly, his mouth following in their wake.

Hooking his arms under your thighs, he pulled you so that you were just barely on the edge of the bed, kissing up your inner thighs with reverence until his lips met your sex. You stifled the urge to buck your hips against him, instead gluing your eyes on the sight of the brunette between your legs. He glanced up at you, blue eyes clouded with lust before spreading you open and licking, long and slow, from your entrance to your clit. His tongue swirled around your pearl, dipping down every so often into your already abundant slick to taste you. You couldn't help the little noises pouring forth from between your parted lips, hands fisting the sheets.

Once you felt a finger slide into you, your hands went to his hair, tugging on the short strands, willing him to make you come. He added a second finger, massaging your walls as he relentlessly licked and sucked on your clit. Your peak was rushing towards you, and once you felt him cross his fingers inside you, that sinful tongue still working your swollen bundle of nerves, you clenched your muscles, crying out loudly as you came, your cunt throbbing in time with your heartbeat. You watched Cor gently pull his face away from your core, licking his lips and cocking his head to look at you.

"That was the most beautiful sound I've ever heard," he commented, pushing down his underwear and grabbing at his length to lazily stroke at it. You took a long look at him, knowing exactly how you wanted that thick cock to be inside you.

You backed up on the bed, each muscle movement sending a little aftershock right to your center. Cor crawled up your body, meeting your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue proudly shoving itself into your mouth. You pulled away, smirking, feeling his cock rubbing insistently against your cunt. So impatient.

"Get on your back, Marshal," you commanded, pushing on his chest. This was a once in a lifetime chance for you to be giving the orders to him, and you were going to take full advantage. He did as you said, but not before placing another languid kiss on your lips.

You straddled him immediately, running your hands up and down his chest, memorizing the rhythm of his panting breaths, fingertips grazing over some old, raised scars that littered his abdomen.

"Are you ready?" you asked coyly, grinding your sex against his length, spreading your slick over him.

"Just one more second, I don't ever want to forget how you look on top of me," he replied, dragging his eyes from your face down to your center and back up. Blushing a little, you lifted yourself up to hover over him, lining him up and gently lowering yourself back down, your pussy eagerly stretching around him.

His eyes closed in pleasure, feeling you take him entirely in one swift motion, your hips soon pressing against his. His hands reflexively went to your hips, squeezing the supple flesh there as he let you get used to him. You started to move, grinding down onto him and he groaned in pleasure, directing your hips as you rode him.

You breathed out his name, letting your head fall back as he moved you against him. "Oh, gods, fuck me, Cor," you said, and he pulled you down so your chest was flush against his. He thrusted in and out of you with fervor, and you loved the sound of his ragged breathing in your ear. He effortlessly flipped your body over onto your back, giving him better leverage to fuck you harder, along with giving you a sloppy, delicious kiss.

Your orgasm was building, the Marshal's cock rubbing against your walls, feeding the flames. He balanced himself over you on one forearm, his other hand wasting no time in finding your clit, the thumb pressing hard against it, circling over and over and over. You gasped, digging your heels against the backs of his thighs, chasing your ultimate pleasure.

You closed your eyes, wanting to get completely lost in him, but he beckoned you otherwise. "Look at me," he said with effort, "I want you to look at me when you come." You forced your eyelids to open, meeting those beautiful blue eyes of his, his brow furrowed in concentration, focusing only on your release. Angling his hips, he hit the bullseye and your mouth fell open, eyes losing focus as the wave crashed around you, drenching Cor's cock with your come.

He slowed his thrusts just enough to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible, his thumb still coaxing little twitches out of your cunt. His lips met yours, swallowing each little gasped moan as you floated back down from your climax.

His name was a mantra on your lips, your legs still wrapped around him, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He smiled at you, running a line of kisses down your jaw, and you felt his pace pick up again. He fucked into you hard, hearing the slap of skin on skin as he sought out his pleasure.

He moaned out your name, nuzzling into your neck, and you scratched up his back, feeling his muscles tense. Threading your fingers into his short locks, you latched your mouth onto his shoulder, biting down hard enough to make him groan loudly, his thrusts losing their rhythm. Smirking to yourself, you repeated the action, sucking on the bitten flesh, and you felt him nearly still, only shallowly thrusting into you as he filled you with his come. You placed gentle kisses over the bite marks you left on his skin, feeling him do the same on your shoulder.

He moved his face back over to look at you, releasing a long breath before kissing your lips. He slowly pulled out, collapsing onto his side next to you and grasping your hand. Threading his fingers with yours, he moved it up to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it before resting your joined hands back down at your sides. You turned your body to face him, tracing the fingers of your other hand from his temple down to his jaw and leaning in for another kiss. His lips were addictive, you just couldn't get enough of them, enjoying them much more when they were gently smiling at you as opposed to his normal straight line.

"Wanna sleepover?" you asked playfully, your hand now descending down his chest, tracing swirls over his muscles. He chuckled, releasing your hand to loop the arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

"Only if I can have you again in the morning..." he said, kissing your temple.

"You can have me whenever you want, Cor."

~ Several days later ~

“Ow, fucking hell,” you whined from your position on the floor, clutching at the elbow you had fallen on. You didn't have much time to mourn it though, as you soon felt a heavy weight on your hips. You opened your eyes to see the Marshal straddling you, the training dagger at your neck, the side of the blade gently pushing against your skin. You felt a hot flash of arousal travel right to your center as he leaned forward over you, his pelvis grinding deliciously against yours. Tilting your chin up with the tip of the wooden blade, he fixed you with a heated look, your positions obviously exciting him as well.

He leaned down further, never breaking eye contact, and barely pressed his lips against yours, dropping the dagger in favor of resting his hand on your neck. You tried to deepen the kiss, but he moved his lips away, instead pressing them to the uncovered side of your neck, kissing gently down the heated skin before biting down at your shoulder. You bucked your hips against him with a whine, feeling his hardened length press against your sex.

“Cor,” you breathed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He chuckled lowly, pressing his hips against you again with purpose.

“It’s quite inappropriate for a subordinate to refer to me so informally,” he replied, lips and fingertips dancing over your skin.

“Apologies... Marshal,” you replied, pulling his face towards yours, capturing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.  

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